After the show has completed, the ring crew has dismantled and packed up the ring, all of the fans have made their exit, and it appears the Community Center has been completely emptied and voided of all life except for the insects in the wall… there is but still one person left in the arena. With his mask still on he walks around where the ring was at. The blood dried on his face he takes a seat in the middle of the spot where the ring was and pulls out a razor blade. Looking down at the blade he begins to speak.
Zasalamel: I look at this and I see all that could be and all that will be. I see all that people wish to be and think is. People believe that this little thing is what is done to cut us open. This little thing is what is used to make us bleed. This little instrument is what we use to make our battles more intense, more violent, and look more real. This is what we use to make the crowds stand to their feet and cheer for more and more and more to happen. I implore you to examine this blade that I have carried all day… look at how nice and clean it is. Does it look like it was used? Does it look like it was applied to make me bleed? I want to know… tell me.
The camera zooms in close on the clean razor blade. There is not a single blemish on the blade.
Assumptions are always made because people want to believe that they have the answer, that they know, that they understand, that they have the hidden info, that they know all the secrets out there. But I tell each and every single one of them that they are liars. But I will also tell you that this blade is indeed a very dangerous weapon because of the number of lives that it has claimed. With those people that feel that there is nothing left to live for they take this blade, they place it against their wrist and they slit as deep as they can and they bleed out leaving a mess for whoever is first to discover the lifeless body. Which shows that in the wrong hands… this is a deadly weapon. In those lives… it was a very deadly weapon. In their hands they made themselves the judge, jury, executioner, and victim all at the same time. But when I look at those lost souls… I see nothing more than a victim that asked for what they got. They wanted it and they got it. I look at Sanders and he is nothing more than a future victim.
He is one that wants to perceive himself as an elite. He wants to believe that he has each and every single tool there is at his disposal to be the best but he isn’t. He doesn’t have it. He is as delusional as those pathetic souls that use this blade to end their lives. He wants to execute himself but he is afraid to do it to himself so he comes to me and asks for me that I will do it to him. That I will judge him, that I will execute him. That I will be the one to do what he won’t do. That he refuses to do. That he doesn’t want to do and that is to end his career. But I tell you Sanders… if you really wish to have your career end in the most bloody and painful way… then you have come to the right person. You have found the perfect executioner because I prefer a struggle before the end.
He takes the sharp end of the blade and places it against his forehead and makes a quick swipe as fresh blood starts to flow over the dried up blood on his face..
The taste of blood is more than enough to give me a drive, give me a motivation to do what is necessary to leave you begging for mercy. And it is only when those beg… that I become … INFURIATED!
The sudden outburst of his voice echoes through the center. The blood pumped a little harder and faster. He takes a deep breath and when he exhales hard blood spews forward.
Those that try to end their lives always have that moment before they see their last sight that moment of regret because it wasn’t ended quick enough. They wish that they could take everything back and give things one more chance. But those that end it instantly… don’t have a chance to rethink anything. I look at you Sanders and I see that you will have regrets. Your weak pathetic mind cannot comprehend the pain that will be inflicted upon you. All you will be able to do is accept fate as it will be dealt to you. And as for Heath… do not fret as I have not forgotten about you. But what you must understand is that you are trapped in the middle of a blood bath. So for that I will offer you a chance at life.
He slowly looks up and has a twisted smile on his face as the blood runs through his teeth.
Take your exit and pray to your god that you will be spared to fight another day. Because if not, if you decide to cross me, if you decide to interfere in the execution of Sanders… I cannot be held liable for the actions that I will take against you. The only thing that I can and will be held accountable for is the blood loss, is the violence, is the pain that I will inflict upon you. And if something unfortunate were to happen to you… you are the guilty party so it would be your fault for not heading my warning and leaving while you still had a chance. Because when all is said and done… this sick and sadistic clown… will be seen in a much more sick and sadistic way than before.
He gets himself up to his feet and starts to walk away but stops as he turns around…
And this is only the beginning of things to come. We will take over.
He continues to make his exit as the scene fades to black.
