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[Nathaniel Havok]

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The scene opens up outside of the Bell Center, in Montreal Quebec, Canada. Chaz Dillinger stands in front of the building, looking at the large APW Mayhem banner hanging outside to advertise the event. Numerous APW Megastars can be seen on the enormous banner, as the wind forces it to sway back and forth over and over again. Letting out a sigh, Chaz Dillinger turns towards the camera.

Dillinger: It’s a damn shame, it really is. I give everything that I’ve got to this damn company, even went as far as to seek refuge away from everyone and everything that I’ve ever known, and this is what my efforts get me? Oh but Chaz, all you did was find a golden egg! Don’t you think you’re taking this a bit too far?

Chaz scoffs into the camera, snorts, and spits out a giant “loogie” onto the ground below.

Dillinger: Go to hell! S*ck my f*cking d*ck, and go to hell! I give my all to this company, and they can’t even put my likeness on a damn banner? More than that, a banner that advertises an event in-which I will be fighting for a top title? You know, I’ve spent far too long listening to all of the bullsh*t surrounding my stay in Action Packed Wrestling! I’ve listened in on the rumors, I’ve paid close attention to the boys in the back! They all think the same damn thing, and it makes me sick!

Chaz seems crazed, full of rage and emotion. He begins to chuckle deeply, like a mad man, glaring into the camera with an evil smirk on his face.

Dillinger: Apparently, Chaz Dillinger can’t do it on his own. Apparently, I’m always going to need running buddies. Apparently, that’s why the T.R.I. was where Chaz Dillinger ended up. All because Chaz Dillinger can’t hack it without a hand to hold along the way. Oh but Chaz, it certainly seems that way! With Nathaniel, you were unbeatable! Without, you took a lot of three second naps! That’s a crock of sh*t! And I’m not going to stand by anymore, and let my reputation get buried! Oh but Chaz, aren’t you burying it yourself? That’s your own doing, isn‘t it? Kiss my rich, American ass!

Chaz begins to pace back and forth, almost at sprint speed. Maybe he has gone crazy…

Dillinger: And as if that wasn’t enough, there’s more! Not only am I forced to go into this match as the definite underdog, they then proceed to kick me while I’m down by putting us on first. In a million years, I would have never guessed that we would be going on first. Some say it’s the right way to kick off a show. I say that it’s a slap in the face to the three men involved in this contest! But more than that, it’s a slap in the face to the World Heavyweight Championship! They might kick off pay per views with World Heavyweight Championship matches in other promotions, but this is Action Packed Wrestling! That World Heavyweight Championship means something to this business! It should mean something to this company, and it damn-sure means something to me!

Chaz stops in mid-stride. He places his hand on his chin, and begins to stroke it in deep thought.

Dillinger: Hell, it means everything to every man and woman on the Asylum roster! It’s the top prize, the ultimate goal for any competitor lucky enough to showcase their talents on APW television. Oh but Chaz, give us a break! This has everything to do with your ego, not the World Heavyweight Championship! Yeah, and Jason Kash could pass a piss test this very second! Give ME the f*cking break! Truth is, this has nothing to do with my ego! And it has everything to do with what that title stands for! There was a time when the term “World Heavyweight Champion”, meant that there was no one better than you. It meant that you were the man, that you were the star of the show! And now, it’s reduced to being a pay per view opening attraction? Who in the hell has been sleeping on the job? Who in the hell allowed this bullsh*t to be booked that way?

Chaz begins to shake his head in disappointment. Shortly thereafter, he begins to pace once again.

Dillinger: I’m not going to stand for this, I’m not going to let this happen! The Traditional Restoration Initiative was formed to take care of business just like this! APW Management sees fit to bewilder their very own World Heavyweight Championship, by booking it in the show opener? They decide to disrespect the main-event players on Asylum, by basically telling them that they’re not good enough to close out the show? Oh but Chaz, it’s not even like that! Yeah, and Johnny Knuckles isn’t a pervert! Booking this match at the very top of the card, gives me every reason to believe that APW Management just doesn’t give a sh*t about Asylum. It leads me to believe that President Jeff has no interest in the succession of the brand. Furthermore, it gives me the impression that Reginald has absolutely no balls, and would never dare stand up for his top talent.

As he continues to pace, Chaz lets out an intense “snort”. He still seems very troubled, crazed and overflowing with intensity.

Dillinger: So this is where I step in, right? Well, I guess that it was meant to be this way. I mean, if I were God, this is how I’d write the story. Down and out, no chance of winning the title, but it’s on my shoulders to win it all. It’s on my shoulders to be at my best, win the World Championship, and bring back honor to the failing Asylum brand. Oh but Chaz, Asylum isn’t failing! They just want to open the show with a good match, that’s all. Yeah, and all President Jeff wants to do is stay off camera! Truth be told, the whole world knows that’s the exact opposite of what he wants to do! So what am I saying? I’m saying that this is all bullsh*t. No one cares about the Asylum brand anymore, and could care even less about who walks out as the World Heavyweight Champion. But me? I’m going to change that!

Chaz begins to shake his head up and down, agreeing with himself.

Dillinger: It’s all your fault, Jason Kash. All of this, it falls right into your lap! It’s because of you that Asylum is so stale, lacking the creative juices to really push forward and break through the glass ceiling. It’s because of you that the show is so stagnant, unentertaining, and not to mention uneventful. In my eyes, you’re a sorry example of what a World Champion should be. It would even be a stretch to call you a real man! With that being said, it’s up to me to end your reign! Let’s face it, we both know that Johnny Knuckles can’t win this match! I mean, he could, anyone could beat Jason Kash, but we just can’t let that happen. Johnny Knuckles wins, it sets us back even further. But have no fear, Chaz Dillinger will gladly pick up the fumble, and take it in for the touchdown!

Chaz stands tall with his hands placed on his hips. He smiles into the camera, and what a million dollar smile it is!

Dillinger: I’m going to shock the world, and I’m going to take a stand against the negligence of the Asylum brand! It’s already apparent to me, that you Jason Kash could carte less about the advancement of our dear show. But me, I care! It’s time to make professional wrestling a sport again, a place for competition! It’s time to cut out the glitz, the glamour, and get back to the roots of our business! The days of 4:20’s and Budweiser’s are indeed behind us, and it’s time for history to repeat itself! It’s time for professional wrestling to have a new face, and it’s time for that face to usher in a new era. A familiar era it is, but a new era nonetheless. It’s time for people to care again, it’s time for Asylum to get some G*d damn recognition! I’ve already sacrificed damn-near everything, and I don’t mind sacrificing everything I’ve got left! To win that title, to usher in the Era of Restoration, I‘ll do anything I have to! Oh but Chaz, wrestling needs to change with the times, not move backwards in time! Oh yeah? Well explain this to me…

Chaz stares into the camera, an ice-cold as intimidating as any other.

Dillinger: If wrestling is supposed to change with the times, and a man like Jason Kash is meant to carry on its legacy… Then why is professional wrestling no longer looked at as a sport? Why is it looked at as barbaric? Why must a world-class athlete like myself be looked at as a savage barbarian who parades around a wrestling ring in his underwear? I’m not going to stand for it, and I damn-sure wont take it lying down! I’m an athlete, a one-in-a-million human specimen, addicted to competition and inflicting pain! The only difference between my competition and myself, is that I inflict my pain with a little more class. I pride myself in using nothing but my own talents to make my opponent scream out that he just can’t take anymore punishment! I pride myself on being the clean heel, on being the man that the fans hate, only because they know how damn good he really is!

Chaz takes a moment to contemplate his match at the pay per view, obviously continuing his mental preparations.

Dillinger: It’s no secret, Jason Kash, Johnny Knuckles… It’s no secret that the two of you are tough-as-nails competitors. Brawlers who don’t mind bending the rules just a tiny bit, to get the job done. And boys, I commend you for your efforts. But the fact of the matter is that the two of you already know, face to face, head to head, neither of you could ever touch me! Neither of you could compete with Chaz Dillinger in a WRESTLING match! Oh but Chaz, it’s what they do for a living. NO, IT”S NOT! The title they bestow upon themselves might very-well be “professional wrestler”, but in the eyes of wrestling purists like myself, they’re nothing of the sort! They’re fighters, that’s what they are. They’re fighters, who just happen to be employed by a professional wrestling company. And trust me, there’s a big difference. And while Nature Boy Buddy Rodgers proceeds to roll in his grave, I will gladly take it upon myself, and accept full responsibility, to bring this business back to a respect level it hasn’t seen in years!

Chaz chuckles to himself, finding something awkwardly funny.

Dillinger: I’m sick of being looked at as a barbaric “sports entertainer”! It’s time for wrestling to go back to its roots, and once again garner the attention and respect of a much-larger crowd. At one time, our business flourished in its golden era. Men like the above said Buddy Rodgers, carried on the legacy of our business with class, dignity, and respect. They continued to follow the path that men like Frank Gotch and Gene Hackenschmidt had already paved for them. They knew where the finish line was, and they were prepared to reach it. But somewhere along the way, everything changed. This business became less about the wrestling, and more about the money. And now, men like Jason Kash garner the attention and admiration of our dying fanbase. Oh but Chaz, he’s such a likeable character! The fans are drawn to him, he’s a captivating character! And do you know what that tells me? It tells me that the world we live in today, is filled with nothing but garbage! Filth and trash that is destined to be our eternal downfall as an entire species! If we live our lives admiring a man like Jason Kash, if we allow him to dictate pop-culture and influence our children… The world as we know it, could very-well continue to fall. If we allow this man to continue his reign atop professional wrestling’s biggest organization… We could very-well be heading towards a brick wall.

With a new look of disgust on his face, Chaz’s crazed attitude seems to have diminished.

Dillinger: I for one, would hate to see this business hit that wall. That’s why I’ve taken it upon myself to end this reign of terror! This revolution that I’ve previously spoke of, the T.R.I., our hopes, our dreams, our goals… They all center around Chaz Dillinger winning the World Heavyweight Championship, and ending the Jason Kash era once and for all. Asylum was doing great, with James Chambers as its champion! That was before Jason Kash came along, ruining everything as he climbed up the ranks. Well, it’s now time for me to knock him down. Johnny Knuckles and Jason Kash both, are the prime examples of what professional wrestling should NOT be about. Their personas should speak volumes, but morality goes unheard. I’ll tell you who they really are, but I’m basically telling you what you already know! Jason Kash is a pothead. While marijuana might be accepted and dignified in society these days, it’s still a drug. So what I’m telling you is, Jason Kash is a drug addict.

Chaz shakes his head in disappointment, just thinking about how much praise Jason Kash receives from the APW fans.

Dillinger: And then there’s Johnny Knuckles. You mean to tell me that the guy who advertises an energy drink with the name of a disgusting sexual act, could possibly walk out of the pay per view as the World Champion? We’re better off coasting downhill with Jason Kash as our champion! If Johnny Knuckles wins, APW might close their doors the next day! He’s a savage, a pervert, and the posterboy for birth control. There’s no room for a man like Johnny Knuckles, atop the APW foodchain. That leaves only me. The only man for the job, APW’s savior, if you will. To all the talent on the Asylum brand, I promise a victory at Mayhem. I will walk out as your World Champion, and I will make damn sure that Asylum regains the respect and admiration that it once had! I’m not only doing this for myself, but I’m doing it for all of you as well. Asylum needs a savior, someone to stand up and fight for professional wrestling! Chaz Dillinger is the right man for the job, and he’s also your next APW World Heavyweight Champion.

Chaz stares into the camera with a confident look on his face as the cameras zoom out, and shortly fade to black.