Dillinger appears to be crouched down on the platform of a fire escape. Three stories up, he sits with his back to a darkened window, a lit cigarette; half smoked, rests between his lips as he takes a long drag and then retracts it from his face. Gazing into the camera, staring directly at the dead middle of the lens, he seems to focus directly at a set target, almost like he can see each and every person watching and he smirks.

"Well, I hope everyone took care of the things they needed to do during our little break."

"Got something to eat, hit the bathroom, maybe watched some television to wind down from our discussion."

"Murder isn't an easy subject for most people. Everyone deals with it in their own way and hearing it talked about so freely, probably unnerved the masses out there that took me seriously."

"2% of the populous, almost had a heart attack."

"Those of you that think I'm full of shit though, I'm sure you're all hunky dory."

"A man gets in front of a camera and admits to the immense pleasure he feels for taking lives."

"The common place, knee jerk reaction is complete dismissal."

"That's absurd. Crazy even. There's no way that can be real. He'd be locked up."

"I'm sure there's more but I'll stop assuming what you doubting Thomases might be saying or thinking at this very moment."

"Instead, I'll remind you all that I'm a newly hired roster member of the XWF. I'm a lawless entertainer. This here is frontier times come to the electronic age. Anything goes. We've got a badass sex doll, some masked crime fighting superhero, a washed up eighties heavy metal enthusiast, a beast that's also a jerk, hash tag memebots spurting out computer lingo like it's going outta style and a black guy who can teleport and shoot lasers out of his eyes. That's just the tip of the XWF iceberg too. I'd be sitting here all night if I went on a spree of mentioning all my fellow employees. Each with some crazed version of life too fucked to be fake. It's all out there and completely real. The perfect cover for a guy like me to have cause even as I point this out the natural reaction will be to take my words like a grain of salt."

Dillinger exhales a cloud of smoke and takes another pull from his cigarette.

"The problem is you want to be blind to the truth. It's easier that way. You don't need to focus on the harsh, gritty, ugly reality if you simply smile and nod all this away as nonsense. You feel safe hiding in denial, you don't need to believe there's a freely exposed, raw, primal darkness that exists in plain sight. I can confess my entire life story to the world at this point and it will be viewed as fiction. I'm merely looking for attention and presenting a more sordid version of things to obtain it but that's okay. Your impulse to instantly reject my words allows me the freedom to operate and live the life I want without the fear of being caught. Most people in my position are crying out to be noticed or stopped but that's not me. I don't want you to stop me. I simply enjoy the option of getting away with it all forthright, directly in front of a captive audience and I finally found a loophole that grants me complete immunity from prosecution. And I even get paid! Imagine fucking that! Just think, if you found out the guy playing Dexter was actually killing people and he starred in a show based on reality, designed as fiction. Something like that would be too shocking to comprehend, so it would be denied. People would claim that it was a rumor started to spark controversy because it's too frightening to be possible."

"That's the grand public mindset I'm counting on! I want you to deny my claims. To call me a liar. Think that my confidence and open admittance to my desires are nothing more than a lame attempt to mislead you with a perverse fantasy I cooked up. Stay secure in the idea that I'm a fabricator weaving false truths in order to make myself seem scary. I'm desperately trying to intimidate you but you're way too smart to fall for that. When you meet me on the street, you can even confront me with your close-minded truth about my 'gimmick' and as I mock a stabbing motion in your direction with a playful grin sewn on my face, I'll gladly agree. You're right. This is all make believe and there's no way a twisted man who enjoys murder would ever make his way onto a televised wrestling program and admit to that. You have nothing to worry about."

"Unless your name is Marvelous Keith, then you definitely have something impending to worry about. I said we were similar Keith, but that won't stop me from taking you down. The root connection we share doesn't bind me to a code that'll save you. You're still going through that glass table. After I destroy you in every way possible, of course. I want to see if I can make you feel something, Keith. I need to know the truth about that blank, unaltered stare you wear. Is just for show? Or do you really look through the world and feel as numb as I usually do? If that's true and even the thrill of a kill doesn't change it, maybe intense torture and extreme pain will. We'll see how things turn out this Saturday; however, regardless of what we discover, there's only one way this fight will end. With you through that glass table and me walking out the winner. The first win of many I'd wager. I might even have to celebrate and find myself a victim to take home. I'm sure the arena will be swarming with disposable sacrifices for my later enjoyment. Perhaps I can even stock up, if I'm clever and charming enough."

Dillinger flicks the butt of his finished smoke to the side as he turns towards the window and casually lifts it open before pointing the camera inside. The dark interior makes it so the footage is barely visible and the sound of snoring can be heard. The lens zooms inward and the picture focuses a bit more. Now the form of a blonde, curvaceous woman, laying on her bed in nothing but a low cut, v neck t-shirt and panties, comes into view for a second and then Dillinger turns the camera back to his face. A sly smile, slowly spreads across it as he raises a finger to his mouth in the motion indicating that one should be quiet. After that the video stops, the screen goes black and there is nothing more.