The camera pans around what appears to be an abandoned warehouse. Upon entering there is a cot set up in a corner. Orange flickering lights all through out but in one corner of the room the light shines perfectly. It shines on a grand piano that is in pristine and mint condition. There is a table and a chair elsewhere in the room and that is where Zasalamel is sitting. He isn’t looking up at the camera as it shines on him.
Zasalamel: Simplicity clears the mind of all the complex distractions one feels is needed in order to survive. As I see the tortured souls that fill the roster of ACW it doesn’t make me wonder, it doesn’t make me pity, but only drives me to want to destroy more. Destroy more lives for the wastes that they are. For the imitators that they are. For the ones that want to believe so much that they are something special. That they are that special being. But the realization will come to fruition in due time. And the beginning of lives being changed, being turned upside down, the beginning of people finally understanding what it is that they deprive themselves of by complicating their lives is Vampyro.
The over complication is made to cover up the simplicity that they wish to escape instead of openly accepting that they are simplistic. My first night in ACW I attacked with a baseball bat. The simplest of weapons made the largest of impacts but due to my look it wasn’t understood. A simple look at me leaves many questions, my actions though are what should be questioned but are not. And it is because of people like the lots that effect the ACW roster that people will always be not only interested in the outfit chosen but will overlook what needs to be understood. But since the attire wants to be understood… I’ll tell you.
Zasalamel finally looks up at the camera and we see the painted smile on his facemask.
Zasalamel: It was always said to me as a child that I should smile. That I should enjoy life. That I should embrace the happiness that surrounds me. But all I saw was hatred. All I saw was evil. All I saw was a reason to want to hurt and destroy. I saw no reason to smile but that did not prevent what would come my way. That would not prevent the abuse that would come my way where they would tell me that I need to smile through anything and everything that came my way. My bruises and broken bones as a child were to be overlooked… all overlooked for my facial expressions which were to consist simply as a smile. So I donned the mask. I donned the face paint. I painted it on so it would look as a smile each and every time no matter what happened. No matter what I thought.
And so now I can paint a smile on my face so no matter what it is I do, no matter who it is that I am hurting… there will always be a smile on my face. There will always be that impression of joy. There will always be that illusion that I am enjoying what I am doing when in reality I am indifferent about each and everything for with emotions comes the fallacies that plague this earth. Because emotions will cause someone to hide what they are really expressing whereas not feeling anything will cause ease in saying exactly what needs to be said and do what exactly needs to be done in order to overcome each and every single obstacle. Loss of emotion creates a more logical and rational thinker. Vampyro will be running on emotions due to what I did to him the past couple of weeks and that will lead to his mistakes in the match.
And this is to be an example to each and every single person on the ACW roster… the clown is coming.
Zasalamel looks back down and doesn’t utter another word as the camera fades to black.