A video package plays, and an aged room is shown with different documents, used syringes and knocked over capsule bottles litter the room. A messed up hospital bed is seen in the background, and a rusty wheelcy7hair is in the middle of the room, a man sitting on it with his head looking down, in front of him, a mannequin is on the floor, wearing a purple shirt. A single swaying light above the room illuminates the whole scene. The room in the scene is the same place shown in the video played at Jerusalem's wedding. The man slowly looks up, revealing Azrael, who then pulls out a bloodstained scalpel, holding it in his hands. He looks to it with childlike wonder and amusement.
Azrael: Crazy, unstable, sadomasochistic, and basically insane. This is all I've heard about me since I've stepped foot in this circus known as the Xtreme Wrestling Association. While I would love to argue your immature little judgements, what I've come to talk about is how hypocritical and biased you all really are.
The Hopeful member's grip on the medical instrument tightens, and a gaze of curiosity turns into one of anger and disappointment.
Azrael: According to you people, I'm the sick one. I've disfigured a poor little maiden and put her fiance through hell. And yet, this fiance, Mr. Jerusalem, challenges me to a match; a street fight of all things!
The Masked Man smiles as he utters the stipulation of the match he's going to partake in the following night, still looking at his scalpel.
Azrael: He, fully knowing how "psychotic" I am, still thinks that challenging me is the best course of action. Now he, HE is psychotic, and that's coming from me. This conceited piece of shit does this, and you all find nothing wrong with it. Not even slightly. And while I may have no experience in this kind of match, does it really matter? You see, what he's done is simply remove any limitation. HE'S THE CRAZY ONE. and now he faces the consequences.
Azrael shakes his head a bit and looks towards the camera, scalpel in hand.
Azrael: This fool tells all of you, including myself, that getting into a street fight with him is to go through a kind of pain that has never been gone through before. Well, good luck with that, Jared boy! I've gone through it all. ALL.
He then violently picks the mannequin in front of him and grips it's forehead, pulling it near him. The mannequin's shirt is revealed to be one promoting the Tag Team Champion, it having "The Piece of Eden" written on it. He points the scalpel at the mannequin's throat with a crazed look in his eyes.
Azrael: And this whole "Old version of yourself" isn't any different from you at all. Come at me, Jared. You say nobody can outrun you, but in all honesty, no one should. All these threats are all they are, threats. I'm someone who actually does things, like disfiguring your fiance. Relishing in her screams as I cut her up. Though, that really was uncalled for. It was your fault for being ignorant, she was simply dragged into the fray. What I'll do to you at the Big Ass American Bash however,
Azrael violently jams the scalpel into the mannequins throat and throws it down onto the ground. The scalpel stays lodged into the mannequin's throat, while Azrael stands and throws what's left of the medical instrument to the side. He walks up to the camera and holds it up above him as he gazes right through it.
Azrael: That..my friend...will be a fucking work of art!
Azrael throws down the camera, causing the footage to distort as it shows the littered ground of the room. The video cuts to static, then fades to black.
XWA then cuts to commercial break.
Subject: (Rage) PROMO | Azrael - "Rotting with the Pigs" 
