The following takes place in a pre-recorded video reel for Vendetta 77.

The scene opens up in a purely white room. There's no signs of where the floor may end and where the walls begin. This snow-like beauty is tarnished as Chris Dolmeth, clothed in a pinstripe dress shirt, black waist coat, blue and black striped tie and mirrored sunglasses walks into the camera's view. The crowd does not react as he is still a relative unknown (unlike last week's crowd, which just decided to boo him for the sake of booing someone, or perhaps the English make fantastic villains, who knows).

Dolmeth: "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I'm here tonight to talk to you about... about opportunities."

The sharp-dressed man pauses for a moment to remove his sunglasses revealing the deep brown eyes that now must adjust to the glare of the white room. He carefully folds back the temples of the sunglasses and places them in the breast pocket of his waist coat. His hands are visible on the screen as he clasps them together.

Dolmeth: "Now, I think I deserve certain opportunities in life. I'm not going to waffle on about how I deserve an opportunity at a title, or how I deserve to be crowned king; that much is obvious. No - what I want is to give you all an opportunity. An opportunity for a more secure, all together better life."

A small part of the crowd begin to boo, not trusting the calm, cocky, business man-like demeanour of the man adorning the arena's screens. Dolmeth unclasps his hands, extending them slightly outward in a warm manner.

Dolmeth: "I know what you're all thinking. 'What's this Brit talking about?' And that's understandable. So how about I give you an example?"

Christopher steps aside, extending his hand back as the white room begins to fade to another scene of an alley way just outside of an office block. There's a small, pale ginger man walking toward the alley way in a cheap all grey suit, a taller man in a leather jacket and ripped jeans is smoking in the the alley next to a couple of over-filled trash cans. The suit-wearing man looks at his watch and begins to pick up the pace, he is obviously late. He walks past the rough-looking gentleman who begins to pursue. The ginger man does not get far before the other man grabs his collar and drags him back into the alley way. The man throws him up against a wall and punches him in the stomach. He buckles over, the assailant standing over him. The leather-clad man delivers kick after kick to the floored man's stomach, each kick causing him to fold in on himself over and over and over again. The attacker goes throw the man's pocket to steal his wallet as blood begins to ooze out of the poor sod's mouth. The mugger turns and picks up the briefcase before making a quick getaway down the street. The camera goes back to the beaten man bleeding from his mouth down a dark alley and stops. Dolmeth once again walks into sight, obviously green-screened over the footage.

Dolmeth: "Not a pleasant experience at all. Now how could that have gone differently? He could have trained in a martial art for years and have been able to defend himself from that mugger. Unfortunately, that wouldn't have helped him if he'd only just started to train would it? No. What he should have done is contacted me. Lets look at how the scene would have played out if he'd just paid the small fee for Chris Dolmeth Security."

Once again, the Strapping Young Lad looks back to watch the video, this time he fades out of the scene which has reset to the same ginger gentleman walking past the same alleyway with the same mugger in it. Again the assailant grabs the man by the collar. Just as the crowd begins to think that the scene is going to play out again, Chris Dolmeth - dressed in full leather vest, arm covers, kilt and boots - flies into the clip delivering an elbow into the back of the head of the mugger who stumbles forward, clutching the back of his head. The meek individual who was the victim in the last sequence scurries away as his protector grabs the mugger and throws him into the trash cans scattering half-eaten remnants of food and other such waste into the street. He is quick to his feet and charges the wrestler only to be struck with a quick right hand to the jaw, knocking him once again to the floor. He is pulled up to his feet and his head is forced underneath Dolmeth's kilt. 'Meth hoists him up onto his shoulders and lunges towards the toppled cans of trash, throwing the man down into them in a powerbomb. Chris walks away, leaving the camera to focus in on the destruction of the would-be mugger lying in the alley, the bin he landed on warped around his body. The scene pauses and once more Dolmeth comes into view via some camera trickery. A shit-eating grin is beaming through the follicles of his beard.

Dolmeth: "An all together more pleasant outcome for that client then. You too could benefit from that extra level of security and you too could succeed in life. All you have to do is..."

The scene begins to fade to black. As 'Meth says the words they appear on the screen in bold, white characters.

Dolmeth/Screen: "Call: 0800-555-METH and...

TRY CHRIS DOLMETH"

The footage cuts out as the crowd begin to wonder if XWA is branching out into further business prospects, many hoping Candice Love will open an escort service.