[Scene: The camera turns on inside a gym, filled with people working out and listening to music while doing so. The music isn’t loud enough to drown out the clank, clank of metal hitting metal within the giant weight room though. The camera walks forward, looking back at different people as if it’s looking for something. Suddenly, it look over and sees the “One Man Boyband” Chris Cortez off in the corner, lifting weights with his manager, Syd, cheering him on. The camera gets closer and closer as what they are saying starts getting clearer and clearer till their voices are heard.]

Syd: 98…99…100! Ok, time to rest.

[Chris Cortez just drops the weights and sits down grabbing a nearby water bottle. He just dumps the contents all over him, as he rest against the wall and closes his eyes.]

Syd: That was good! Very good! That’s the best I’ve ever seen anyone do, I mean, I-

Chris Cortez: Enough Syd

Syd: Right. Well, I do have some good news.

Chris Cortez: Which is?

Syd: Brimstone has answered. It looks like he’s ready to fight you and he said he’s going to drag you to the ring and rip you limb from limb, he’s going to beat you so badly that they wont be able to identify you, he’s going to-

[Chris Cortez’s eyes shoot open as he angrily looks at Syd]

Chris Cortez: OK! I get the point!

Syd: Right. Right. Sorry. So, what do YOU have to say about what he said?

Chris Cortez: WHAT!? JA-EESH! Do I have to say something EVERYTIME someone says something back about me?! I mean, c’mon! Do you expect me to just keep on counter-attacking someone just because they attack me?! I mean, is what I say and how well I counter-attack really going to matter when it comes time to fight in the ring?! It’s like wither I win or lose my match matters on how well I talk about the damn match and my opponent rather than actually fighting it or fighting them! I mean-

[Chris Cortez then turns and notices the camera.]

Chris Cortez: Oh. Right. Err; Edit that part out, ok?

[Chris Cortez clears his throat as he looks back at Syd]

Chris Cortez: Look, what Grindstone says doesn’t matter in the end, I mean, he goes on and on about HOW he’s going to hurt me and such. That doesn’t mean he WILL hurt me and such. Last week, he took on SadSlum Suplex or whatever and beat him with a simple submission. That doesn’t show how powerful or great he is. No, not at all. It only shows how pathetically weak SadSlum Suplex is. I mean, c’mon! Anyone, especially a person of such TRUE TALENT like me, could have quickly and easily slipped out of that submission! If Grindstone thinks he can take me down with such a stupid move, he has to think again.

[Chris Cortez takes a drink from the water bottle]

Chris Cortez: The guy has way too much confidence in himself, I mean, c’mon; he’s always sleeping in his damn “coffin” and such. I mean, does the guy have Narcolepsy or something? Unless I’ve missed something, I don’t think I’ve never seen him OUT of the damn thing! I’ve never seen him training or doing anything! How in the hell can someone like THAT, with TOO much confidence, go up against someone like me? Someone like ME, who is TRUE PURE TALENT?! I’ll tell you, he cant, and try as hard as he might, he’ll be eating his own words come TRTN. He’ll be eating his own words as I shove them down his throat and pin him for the 1, 2, and 3! Now THAT, has truth in its words.

[Syd shakes his head in agreement, as Chris Cortez closes his eyes again and the scene fades to black]