[Act 2, Scene 1: Enter the taker of Blood]

(Donny walks strait up to the door marked room 666.)

Donny: Here you are sir! And enjoy your stay at The Las Vegas Dirty Dice Hotel…

(The Chuckster cuts him off.)

Chuckster: Right… right… the biggest hotel just outside of Vegas! I got it! Oh and by the way… the name… it’s… STARR…… Chuck… STARR!
Donny: Well Mr. STARRChuckSTARR… I don’t work for free you know!

(He holds his hand out, and starts to rub his fingers together. The Chuckster looks at him and digs deep into his pocket. He then pulls something out.)

Chuckster: Here you go Dobby!
Donny: Donny!

(The Chuckster places something into his hand.)

Chuckster: Go and treat yourself to something special.

(The Chuckster looks on with a smile, as Donny looks down at what was placed into his hand.)

Donny: What? A nickel?
Chuckster: Right! Now… leave me to my business son!

(Donny turns around, lets out a loud sigh and walks down the hallway toward the front desk. The Chuckster Knocks on the door.)

Voice: Come in!

(The Chuckster opens the door as the camera follows him in. There standing inside the room, is the man himself. WWA’s Franchise, the hardcore legend himself, the bringer of blood… Shaman.)

Shaman: Where the hell did you get those ugly things?

(Shaman points down at Chuckster’s alligator shoes.)

Chuckster: You like them too huh?
Shaman: No they are the ugliest things I’ve ever seen. It looks like something Tommy Starr or a pimp in Detroit would wear!

(The Chuckster stops and thinks for a second before speaking again.)

Chuckster: Then they are stylish! Remember… I’m the ChuckSTARR!!
Shaman: You need help and I think I have the solution!

(Shaman turns around and heads toward his bed. He reaches down and pulls out a tequila bottle. Seeing this the Chuckster looks at him with concern.)

Chuckster: Your not gonna hit me… with that are you?

(Shaman turns around, and heads toward his small hotel room table.)

Shaman: Nah be a waste of time. Would only knock you senseful. Nope we are gonna drink it. At least if ya puke it blends in with your shoes!

(They both don’t laugh at the comment, they only grow quiet and look down at the shoes for a couple of seconds. Then back at each other.)

Chuckster: … I never really drink tequila! Only JD!
Shaman: Well there’s a first time for everything isn't there!

(Shaman takes a seat at the table and pours Chuckster a shot. He pushes it forward, and then he pours himself a shot.)

Chuckster: You see… Jack… that’s my stuff! Just forgot to buy it on the way here man! Sorry!
Shaman: Shut up and drink! What are you a coward?

(Shaman slams it down and then quickly pours another before Chuckster can even get to a seat.)

Shaman: What’s with this whole ChuckSTARR persona any way?

(Chuckster makes it over to his seat, and grabs his glass.)

Chuckster: Well… as you know… I’m wrestling against both Psycho and Tommy Starr on the next Meltdown.
Shaman: So…

(They both take a shot.)

Chuckster: So… I thought I’d be original and steal his gimmick! Like I do to all of my opponents! You know… be original!
Shaman: No… it’s not! So cut it out!

(Shaman pours them both another shot.)

Chuckster: Yeah it is! I’m the ChuckSTARR! Not… the Chuckster!
Shaman: Original gets you’re a$$ kicked! You wanna kick a$$!
Chuckster: And drink!

(They look at each other and nod. They bang the shot glasses together and drink away.)

Shaman: That’s right! And drink!

(They pour another shot, and down it easily.)

Chuckster: Wait!
Shaman: What?
Chuckster: What about the Chuggster! You know like beer and Chugging… the Chuggster?

(Shaman looks at him with that look, you know the one that says without words ‘boy… what in the hell?’)

Shaman: No! definitely not! How ya feeling?
Chuckster: Like a man… a… vvvvery ssssssick man!
(The Chuckster starts to laugh a little.)

Shaman: Good that’s a good sign!
Chuckster: I’m…. ffffeeeeling a bit drunk!
Shaman: Good! I got a surprise for the ChuckSTARR!

(Shaman heads to the door and opens it as a rather large woman walks in. She has rolls upon rolls of fun loving flesh. She is wearing leather pants, cut in many places, just to show her cellulite. Her tight latex vest reveals her huge knotty breasts. Red hair and all, she walks in smiling through the huge glob of red lipstick hastily applied. Shaman just stands there smiling.)

Shaman: Here’s your date for this evening ChuckSTARR!
Chuckster: Man… are you iiiiinsssssane?

(The Chuckster gets up from the table in a hurry, and plummets to the floor.)

Shaman: Nope she is yours for the night! Bought and paid for. Treat her right!

(Chuckster pushes off of the ground, and looks on in horror. He goes back toward the table and starts to take straight shots from the tequila bottle as Shaman laughs. Chuckster pleads out with a cry.)

Chuckster: Why mmme?
Shaman: You wanted to be a STARR!
Chuckster: Errghh… I… aaaaaalmossssst fffffforgot!
Shaman: You don't wanna be a Psycho Stephen Smurfy do you?

(Suddenly Chuckster looks at Shaman shakes his head no as he drinks more tequila from the bottle.)

Shaman: Come on let’s go get drunk and rock the town. She only has a few hours. Show her the Starr treatment!
Chuckster: Yeah the… ChuckSssssTARR tredment… trment… ter…!
Shaman: treatment?
Chuckster: Yeah tredemntttt!

(Shaman laughs as the Chuckster makes his way over to the lady, and claps her arm. They all then head out of the door. The Camera turns toward the bottle of Tequila and focuses up on the label as the scene fades out.)