A camera fades in from blackness before the opening for the first show of CAWF and it shows a man sitting in a black folded chair much too familiar to anyone who's watched a moment of wrestling. Familiar face to those who have watched other wrestling shows years back remember and give mixed reactions, as the ones who are too young to recognize him follow the lead of the people around them. It's AJ Warner, sitting on the very top of the chair with his legs bent on the part of the chair that is usually sat on. He put his thumb up in the air and bent his arm up so it showed he was pointing over his shoulder.

"Behind me is a factory. This is where machines with no heart, no emotion and no sanity, are created. You get some that work... and you get some that fail." Warner started to make hand motions to flow along with his words as he put his hand down from pointing; he had a very serious demeanor on his face. "You are not guaranteed to get a good piece of scrap metal or not, the reliability of these things fluctuate, or for you Americans with the vocabulary of a third grader... they are not to be trusted."

AJ turned around to look at a factory worker sweating his a** off, putting pieces together to what appeared to be a radio as a conveyor belt brought these undone boom boxes to him. He looked back to the camera and more intensity was seen in his eyes as he leaned in closer to the screen. "You tell yourself 'that's a man.' In case you weren't aware, that is a boy. He has demons chasing him to his day he is afraid to face, he has regrets in his life that made him a factory worker. Do you think that's what he wanted to be? Do you people actually settle for not making it in life? What ever happened to setting the bar high, to being important to more than just yourself?"

Warner stood up, took a swig of a now seen water bottle and tossed it down and he looked back to the camera with a somewhat disgusted look on his face. "In case you forgot who I am, I'm AJ Warner. I am not a machine, but I am definitely not of you low-life scum. Do I lack emotion, do I at times lack sanity as a machine would? Sure, any of you who have seen me know that. And do I have blood flowing through my veins and something between my ears called a brain, like at least a few of you people? It doesn't take an Albert Einstein to succeed in this business; unfortunately Albert Einstein is a dumb p***k who has been overshadowed by the smarter things going on in here." Warner tapped the side of his forehead fiercely as he said this.

AJ seemed to suddenly get more angry and passionate, something a lot of people remember this guy being. "You see, I will never, be or settle for anything less than perfect, I will NEVER, lose that championship once I get it, and I will NEVER! Lie to you when I say that the HJK will always come out, on, top. And keep my word, that this..." Warner looked down to the ground and sighed as the camera zoomed out, but AJ suddenly super kicked the screen and the cameraman was down on the ground with the camera facing upwards, cracks in it very noticeable. The Bad Chyld look into the camera with a crooked half-open smile and looked into the face of the camera as it faded into black, then back to him, then black then back to him, then finally to pure blackness.

"This is a promise only I, can fulfill."