The scene begins as the grainy video camera Neil uses to record his ramblings turns on, and shows the side of a random brick building. Neil steps forward into the camera's viewpoint, and leans against the wall.

Neil: One night, Saturday, January 19, 2013, keeps replaying through my mind. I wasn't pinned, and I didn't tap out. Now don't take that as me making excuses, and hiding behind that technicality, Bale was the smart man going after that idiot, for lack of a better term.

Neil starts pacing back and forth, breathing heavily, and looking around wildly.

Neil: But but but, listen to me, Bale. If you think, I'm gonna let you pull that on me again, YOU'RE OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND! I may not have thought about it then, but I sure as hell am now.

Neil grabs a glass beer bottle that some thoughtless fool left on the ground and smashes it against his head a few times, cutting himself on his left eyebrow.

Neil: You see? This is the kind of stuff I do to myself, FOR FUN. I am a sick, sick individual, Dexter. I am a psycho, Tommy. Think of any word you can use to describe a mentally ill individual, and I am just that. Look into my eyes, LOOK INTO MY FUCKING EYES!

Neil zooms the camera into his eyes as he casts a cold, deathly gaze into the camera.

Neil: Huh? What do you see? WHAT DO YOU FUCKING SEE? Irrelevant, to say the least. I am Neil Capra, and yes, I am a scary individual. You never know what I'll do next, or why I'm doing it, you'll only know two things. One, it will fucking hurt, and two, I'll enjoy every moment you're hurt, every scream and squeal you have, every pained look. And if you think for a moment, that I can't take what I dish out, just feast your eyes upon this!

Neil takes the broken bottle he still has in his hand and bites part of it, breaking it again, and chewing on the fragment while smiling at the camera

Neil: Next Monday, it won't be a match, it'll be a massacre...