Gentlemen, raise your glasses....

First of all I’d like to thank everybody for the massive turnout here, it’s great to know that some people aren’t complete morons and back a winner, for that I thank you.

The crowd applauds him as he nods in appreciation of this reaction, seemingly agreeing with them all, waiting for the clapping to die down before continuing.

My fellow Americans, we live in an age where idiocy reigns supreme, where the great and the worthy are rewarded with nothing but a complete lack of respect, with tougher obstacles than ever before. Would you like your children to wake up tomorrow morning and go to school, college or university only to discover that their intelligence is being insulted by an authority who would rather hold them back from their true potential? By an authority who would rather hand out detentions, suspensions and more just for being a good student? I know for a fact that things in this country are in a state of disrepair right now. Floods hitting the Midwest……Bridges collapsing……Isaac Reynolds claiming that he is the rightful American champion. Well I say lets build those flood barriers higher and insert safety measures to ensure that flood water can’t rise up and seep into the homes of our brothers, sisters, friends, spouses. Lets use our love for this country and our love of all things great about America to support not only faulty bridges but also to support our social infrastructure, helping our communities live in peace and harmony, helping educate our fellow man. Building a new bridge if you will, a bridge of hope, a bridge of security, a bridge that will ensure that every single American or immigrant into this country can live their life to its fullest with not a shred of hopelessness or loss of dignity or valor. Lets show the world just why Isaac Reynolds represents the ignorance and intolerance that America wants to move away from and that we, as Americans, can leave that behind and become as one, a nation that the rest of the world can look up to and emulate to create long lasting stability and peace throughout the world.

The audience begins to applaud and cheer these sentiments, wholeheartedly agreeing with every single word he speaks.

Now you see, crime is rife throughout this once great nation. Sure you may claim that I’m doing nothing more than scare-mongering, putting the frighteners on you all to try and get elected but the fact of the matter is this. Fatal shootings have risen. More people have been devastated by looting with the hurricanes, the floods we have suffered the last few years, the highest figure for this crime in years. Terrorism both in our backyard and across the globe is a constant presence, shadowing our very existence at every turn and stalking us like the shadows in the darkest alleys of our cities and towns at night. Other crimes such as the fact that Isaac Reynolds still continues to believe that he is a worthy American champion. He is a brute, an animal, a man who demolishes and destroys to get his way and thinks that type of tactic will intimidate somebody of my stature. But, my people, he is wrong. I am not easily intimidated nor will I back down from making the world realize just who the true American champion is and trust me, it isn’t Isaac nor will it ever be.

He is a man of little intelligence, he has a huge body which he tries to use to his advantage but little does he realize that while he may be bigger, he will never be able to outsmart me. The day he is able to outsmart me is the day that myself and Karla become ugly and look at us....

He moves to one side, standing to the left of the podium and opening his jacket, flicking his hair back with a finger after smoothing his hands against the sides of his head, following this with his thumb against his chin and index finger placed to the side of his mouth, giving the crowd a good look at not only his body but also his profile on both sides. Once he’s done showing them himself and having flashbulbs constantly popping, he turns and looks towards Karla, making a grand gesture with his right hand and arm as he points to her seated in the chair, the hot female rising to her feet and twirling around as pictures are taken of her too. She blows a kiss and grins at Dazz as he returns it and stands back behind the podium.

Can anybody honestly believe that we will become ugly and hideous like Isaac is, like the majority of NLCW is? To think such a thing is bordering on the delusional, a fantasy created by those who are jealous and frustrated because they can’t be like me. A fantasy created by those perpetually tormented by unattractiveness throughout their pathetic lives in a vain attempt to feel better about themselves, to feel secure, to give themselves hope and meaning, using it as an excuse to explain why they never amount to anything while people like me and Karla are able to take anything we desire without much of a fight. We’re able to take things because everybody here in Las Vegas, everybody watching in the comfort of their home, you all know that people like Karla and myself don’t need permission, we don’t need to beg and plead, we just reach out with our well manicured hands, grasp our heart’s desire within our fingers and in an instant, make it ours. Nobody fights back, nobody complains because they know that what we want belongs to us already.

He looks out at the gathering in front of him, scanning the crowd carefully, checking out each face, every pair of eyes that stares his way, entranced by this thing of beauty accompanying him wherever he goes. After a few moments silence, Dazz reaches his left arm and points towards somebody in the crowd.

You there, man in the black Stetson and denim jacket, with the blonde hair. Yes you. Take off your hat and pass it to the front.

He watches as the blonde man with a thick mustache takes off his hat and passes it to the person in front of him who in turn passes it forwards until it finally reaches the stage, a man in a black suit taking it and holding it upwards as Dazz leans forwards to take it from his hands, raising it towards his scalp before stopping just inches away from wearing it, a sneer of disgust as he lowers it slightly, keeping it away from his perfect hair but high enough to remain visible to the onlookers.

You see this hat? The moment I laid eyes on this....disgusting piece of sweat drenched crap....

His face scrunches up as he shows signs of being visibly sickened by this object in his hand, tossing it back into the crowd quickly and shivering as if he’d eaten something that tasted rotten, leaning forwards one more time and speaking to another guard as the hat is passed back to its original owner. The guard hands Dazz a small bottle of a liquid which he pumps out onto his palms, rubbing his hands together and covering every inch of his skin on his fingers and back of his hand with the liquid, taking a hand towel from the guard this time and wiping his hands clean and dry with it before standing back behind the microphones.

Like I was saying, the moment I laid eyes on it, it became mine to own until I gave it back. Just ask Karla, the moment we locked eyes, we belonged to each other. The moment I saw my reflection in the American championship so beautifully modeled by the hot chick on this stage with me, it became my property. There isn’t a damn thing that Isaac, Dominic Pericolo or anybody else on this planet can do about that. If I say it’s my possession then you better damn well believe that it’s an object which belongs to me and for the past month, that championship title right there has been mine. Would any of you people enjoy it if a man like Isaac Reynolds were running this fine country, the man in charge who is left with all the big decisions that will shape the way you live your lives, who will determine not only your future but the future of the next generation, his decisions affecting them for years to come? A man whose finger will be hovering above the button, ready to fire a nuclear missile into the atmosphere and target any place in the world? What if he targeted Las Vegas? What if he targeted your child’s school or college? How would you feel if you had loved ones in hospital and he nuked the hell out of it? Is that the type of person you want running the country?

The simple answer is no, no you don’t. Nobody wants that. What we want is a man who stands out from the rest, a man who represents everything good about this great nation. Somebody who is both incredibly attractive and at the same time, intellectually gifted. Somebody who oozes charisma, who has talent seeping from his very pores. The man who single handedly built NLCW from a small promotion to the global phenomenon it is today while everybody else took all the credit. The man that everybody paid to see week in and week out every time I was scheduled to show my face, the man who helped the Fallen Angelz sell t-shirts, the man who has done it all and won it all and yet doesn’t get the credit or recognition that I deserve.

Now, this Sunday I’ll be back at Madison Square Garden in New York City at NLCW’s “When Worlds Collide” event, something which I’m somewhat of an authority on. At the first event in 2004 I brought the most intimidating structure of all time to NLCW, the Highway to Hell match where I lost the World title to Ethan Andrews. A year later the 4th installment of Highway to Hell came and saw me win for the second time to become a 2 time NLCW World Heavyweight champion. Last year I defeated Jason D’Angelo to become the LCW Heavyweight champion after requesting to be placed in the development company NLCW had at the time. This year will be no different when I take on Isaac Reynolds for the American championship. It seems kind of funny but I now have myself a tradition of walking into this event each year as a challenger and walking out as a champion with my head held high, out of the three events thus far I’ve won the last two. Sunday will be no exception.

I am the coming of a new age, past your shit by far. I was a puzzle in your sick life but will never be a piece any more because I worked through your fucking bullshit and I worked through your fucking lies. Now I’m working on the edge with a thousand times the stress so I can damn you down to size. It isn’t a decision, it’s a sign of greater things and a loss will never matter. Not when it comes down to it because everybody knows that I am the rightful American champion anyway, hell I’m the rightful World Heavyweight champion and have been since July of 2005. I am the coming of a new age and both before and after When Worlds Collide, I will still stand tall. I am the coming of a new age and I will never fall. The age of the Messiah will befall NLCW and come September 3rd, the uncrowned champion will be crowned and another notch will be added to my win column, your name, your face and your career nothing but ashes to be swept away by the wind into a place where nobody will remember your name while you sit wondering how you were defeated the night before in the middle of the ring at Madison Square Garden.

Isaac Reynolds, we have a history that goes way back to April where me and you battled for the Television championship. Back then, I kicked your ass all over the ring and took possession of that belt, ending your reign but my mind wasn’t as focused and I soon lost it back to you. Now, that’s where the story would normally end and I wouldn’t want anything more to do with somebody like you but I took my rematch opportunity to teach you a lesson, once more taking you down, knocking your ass out with the Chaos Factor for the second time in our time together in the ring. Did I win the title back? No, I only took it the first time to prove that I could and to prove that I could be the one to take down the rookie sensation where all others had failed. Why would I want it again when I just wanted to prove a point, show that your win against me was nothing more than a fluke?

Things didn’t end there though did they? You joined a Chaos A.D. rip-off, gaining an ego just like everybody else in that group, claiming the world but having nothing to show to prove anything. The unthinkable happened when you faced off against Sucky Skylar in a title versus title match and pretty much butt fucked each other and swapped championships when that airtime could’ve been used for something much more entertaining and constructive, like a decent match involving talented individuals or a segment focused purely on me because, if we’re gonna be honest here, nobody but Karla is as talented as I am. Then you carried on talking a big game but when it came to the Wargames, I proved without a shadow of a doubt that when it comes to a major main event match where the outcome is the most important thing, I can more than handle the pressure. I’ve been there before, important main event matches are my specialty, it’s where I’m most at home, most comfortable, it’s where I belong. You on the other hand, you, like your former teammates, fell at the last hurdle, claiming you were going to take over but failing to fulfill that claim while the whole world looked on at you and laughed at the sheer ignorance and stupidity. For that reason, I elected to take the American championship because you don’t deserve to hold it. There’s a question which the whole world has been asking though since Conflicting Values, a question which has to be on your mind too. “Just why is Dazz going for the American championship after clawing his way from the bottom after returning when he could have came back last October and walked right into a third World championship reign here in NLCW?” You wanna know why Isaac, why I didn’t take my place in a World title match right where I belong? It’s simple.

I’m not some arrogant and untalented man who kissed ass, sucked dick and fluked my way to the top like the men in this Sunday’s main event, oh no. They’re so insecure that they believe themselves to be much better than they actually are, overrated gimpanzees in a wild orgy of shittiness making a match I created turn into something which will be a total sham without my presence lighting up the ring and making the greatest and most punishing match of all time live up to the previous five installments of it, living up to the hype of both its grueling toll on your body and also the hype of its creator.

No, instead I’m a man confident of my abilities and why the hell shouldn’t I be? I’m the Messiah of Metal. The Sultan of Sexy. The Living Legend. The Visual Orgasm. Perfection made Human. I am the living, breathing incarnation of all things great and good, a wrestling masterpiece and thanks to myself and Karla, NLCW has been hit by a tidal wave of sexy. Just look at this face, take a good look at my body, the way I move in the ring, the way my moves flow into each other, take a good look and tell me that you don’t wish you had just one tenth the greatness that I possess. If you said that, you’d be a liar and I hate liars as much as I hate monkeyspanks who have ideas far above their station.

Want an example of my sexiness? How hot I am? Last night I had myself a ménage a trois while you, you on the other hand have to deal with having a ménage a moi. To the idiots out there who believe in Isaac, worship him and believe he can win this Sunday, this means his only two companions were attached to the end of his arms.

My fellow people, citizens of this great nation, I ask you now. Is Isaac Reynolds the type of man you want as your American champion, with his shock tactics to scare people into thinking he can do it? His latest promo has aired and as usual, it is nothing but lies, untruths to fool the common man into believing that he will be victorious in Madison Square Garden. Finding a man with blonde hair recently dead and abusing his corpse purely for entertainment? Following this abuse with a filmed autopsy all the while claiming that my fate will be similar to that poor soul who not only lost his life tragically but was also subject to Isaac’s bodily abuse for his own personal amusement. I wouldn’t be surprised if he delved into the shameful, sadistic and disgusting practice of necrophilia before handing the broken and bruised body to be cut open. Let me assure you, I found the identity of that man and contacted his family, giving them my condolences and promising that their son, their brother, a man who died of a heart attack due to a defect suffered from birth, would be honored when I take revenge on their behalf inside that ring.

Isaac, you can use all the scare tactics you can think of, you can abuse as many dead people as you like but one thing is for certain. One thing which I will prove when our worlds collide in New York City. I do not tolerate sick, ignorant and idiotic people like you. You proved exactly why you don’t deserve to call yourself American champion and why I was right to take this title from you last month when I had the chance, give this object at least a shred of dignity rather than be held in the possession of somebody who should be locked up in prison or a psychiatric ward and not let loose in this world, especially inside a wrestling ring.

This Sunday Isaac, I promise you that I will defeat you and prove my worth as the real NLCW American champion. And I promise that when I do, the world will be a much safer place free of criminals like Isaac Reynolds, Las Vegas will have another reason to call itself a great city and I will have the biggest celebration the world has ever seen. I thank you.

He smiles and waves his right hand in the air as the crowd begins to loudly applaud him, pictures still being taken as Karla leaves her seat and walks forwards, joining her man at the front as he stands to the side of the podium, handing him the American championship as he grips the strap and raises the title high in the air while Karla stoops a little and leans against his side, her arms around his body in a picture perfect pose that will last forever as an example of the hottest and finest male and female in this world’s history.

End of Roleplay