Chapter 3: The InZayne Express takes off

Christian Zayne: Being honest...if you were to tell me two days ago that my first matchup was going to be a ladder match for a title shot...I would have told passed it off as a joke…

The camera fades in on Christian Zayne, sitting down in a beanbag chair, the rest of the room around him seemingly void of anything else other than more beanbag chairs and a bed.

Christian Zayne: I mean, look at this. I am sitting in something usually reserved for college kids on campus and all I am is a college reject. But when I got the message telling me that not only was I debuting straight into the fire of the American Dream Championship division, but that it would be in my all-time favorite match type? It was enough to send me into my ‘lil comfort zone from how absolutely HYPED UP I was getting just thinking about it!

Leaning back into the seat more, his head manages to find a beanbag chair that was placed behind him and he jolts up, forgetting it was there.

Christian Zayne: But it wasn’t just the hype that got to me...it was the fear. The fear that I would fail, the fear that someone else who wanted to use that championship for evildoings would be the one to win. It tried to eat me alive from inside to out, but that is why I have this room! It isn’t exactly much, but it is a place where I can worry without, well, worry! I can be here and talk through each and every negative thought that runs through my head and just get them right outta my head and get rid of any mental clogs that’d stop me from winning this match, or at least having a blast while competing!

Looking around at the brightly colored walls, Zayne lets the soft smile droop from his face, his face starting to sour.

Christian Zayne: I mean...I am definitely, totally, 100% without uncertainty able to win this match...right? I’m not way in over my head, there’s a good reason that the architect chose me for this...I’m not just, y’know, another body thrown in there to make the match more of a cluster, right? I’m not just some random name picked out of a hat that isn’t expected to win this at all, yeah? I’m here because they knew how much I loved ladder matches, the excitement of it all, the feeling of the air being taken out from underneath me as I dive off the top of one to crash down onto an opponent...that is what she wanted, right? People to fight under her Outlaw Rules...but I’m not an outlaw. No, no, I’m a good guy! I’m supposed to be liked by people, I’m supposed to stop the evil ones from getting their hands on any form of power whilst I can control that...so why am I so excited for fighting in a rulescape that I wouldn’t even fall under?

Once again leaning back, he simply lets his body float along the bags, now lying utop of two seats.

Christian Zayne: I mean, it is a title opportunity so...it won’t get taken away from me if I win, right? That’s all the outlaw rules are there for…..some woman’s enjoyment...and all I am is someone trying to protect those who cannot do it themselves! It’s why I’m called the insane one of the family, because of these aspirations and hopes and dreams that they long since gave up on!

At that, Zayne simply rolls off of the bags and finds himself facedown on the black flooring.

Christian Zayne: Yeah...it is all just one win away from stepping up for a title opportunity! And all I have to do is grab it myself, because then for sure I will know no evil man or woman out there in this company will take it for themselves! That’s why the InZayne Express is here, to steamroll their way through the competition one match at a time!

Zayne rolls over and kips up to his feet before letting out a yell

Christian Zayne: ALRIGHT! LET’S GO TEAR THE ROOF OFFA THE JOINT AND BRING MYSELF ONE STEP CLOSER TO THAT CHAMPIONSHIP!

With nothing else to add, Zayne runs off, banging himself head-first into a wall initially due to stumbling over a beanbag, but then finding his footing once more and bolting out of the room.