We open up to see Benito Angelo, wearing a white suit, sitting in a brown leather arm chair, listening to the music , which appears to be coming from a record player

Oh, hello. I didn't hear you come in. I suppose you are the guy from the XWF? Good, good. Well then, you probably want to know a little bit about me. I suppose the best place to start is my childhood. I was born in-
The door opens suddenly
Sir, we have a small problem. The Gambino's found us.
What do you mean, Frank? I thought you said this location was secure?
It is secure, but someone must have betrayed us.
Damn. Benito looks down. Excuse my profanity. I just take all betrayals personally. Benito turns to Frank Frank, after we kill them, I want you to find out who did this. You will have 2 weeks. Benito shakes his arm and a gun appears in his hand. He turns towards the camera man. I'll be right back. Be a pal, and turn that camera off.

The scene fades black

We open up at the same location, with the only difference being a red splatter on Benito's suit

That went quite well, if I do say so myself. Now, what were we talking about? Ah, yes, my life. Well, I was born in New York, by Josie Bantsfield, and Marco Angelo. My father was the head of one of the best gangs in New York , the Angelo family. My mother was a prostitute, working at the strip club my father liked to go to. My father actually had no idea I even existed until age 9. Up to that point my mother had been raising me by herself. I was an competitive kid. I always wanted to win, a trait that suited me well in later life. Anyway, I lived a normal life, until one day. That day seemed like a normal day at first, I went to elementary school, hung out with friends, and rode the bus home. Unlike normal, a stranger was at my door. He told me that my mother had died from syphilis. She couldn't get it treated because she was busy providing for me. I was devastated. I don't remember much of the next 2 days. All I really remember is going with the stranger. He later told me that he was my father, and that he was going to train me to be the next boss of the Angelo's. Most of the next 5 years were intense training. Interesting thing, the man who trained me was Frank, the nice man you met earlier. Anyway, back on track now. On my Fifteenth birthday, my Father gave me a very special gift, a gift I had been wanting a long time, although he may have not been meaning to give me this gift. On my fifteenth birthday, my father was killed. He was killed in cold blood, by a man he thought he was his friend! He was killed by Chris Gambino, his right hand man. Chris had been secretly planning a revolt for 4 years. He had convinced most of my father's men to betray him. When I learned about the news, I was furious. By the age of 15 both of my parents had been taken from me. Of course, I went after Chris. I wasn't thinking, I just wanted revenge. It took me 2 long years, but I found him. Finally, the day I had been waiting for was here! I was in his headquarters, having have killed about 12 people to get there. He rushed towards me, but I moved out of the way, and he fell to the ground. He turned towards me, his face white with fear. I lowered my gun towards him. I didn't say anything, just pulled the trigger. Bang. 1 shot, and my revenge had finally arrived. You'd think that would be the end of the Gambino's, but Chris's second in command took over. Ever since that day, 10 years ago this Saturday, they have been coming after my men with a vengeance. I'm sad to say it, but where there used to be 100 men, is now down to a group of 25. The ten years after that day, I personally have killed at least 50 of Gambino's men. But no matter how much we try , they just keep coming back. But I have a plan. In those 10 yearsI have been training. You see, Gambino has been working hard to make sure no one dares join the Angelo's. So I did some thinking. Where can I find people who would be willing to join me? Who loves violence, and is never afraid to kill if necessary? I thought back to see if any memory of mine had a clue of where to go. Then it hit me. A long, long time ago, back in my young years of elementary school, there was this kid. I don't remember his name, but all he wanted to do with his life was to join the XWF, in his words, "the most violent and cool thing I've ever seen!" So I decided to train to become a wrestler. It took a while, but I know I'm ready. My first match is coming up soon, against 2 newcomers like myself. Unlike them, I'm going to win. I'm going to prove to them and to everyone else that the mafia is here, and we are here to stay, so you better get used to it! Codename: Haven, you may be nice and probably a good wrestler, but no-one of that matters to me! I will destroy you! I will show you what I showed Chris: No mercy! And Maria, I couldn't find anything about you, but don't think I'm in prepared! The Saturday, get ready for a world of hurt you have never experienced before!
Turns towards the camera man
I'm sorry. I'm afraid I got a little out of control there. Please excuse my rudeness, but this interview is over. Please leave.
Benito leans his head back and closes his eyes, and we fade to black