[Scene: We find ourselves backstage in some sort of TV Studio, all around there is commotion and people running around. The camera tries to walk through all of this, as stagehands run every which way and people are seen setting up camera equipment. Taking a turn into a hallway, the camera finds itself having to push through quite a few people as it walks into one of the rooms. Inside we find the “One Man Boyband” Chris Cortez sitting down in a chair, as he just stares at himself in the mirror. In back of him, sitting on a coach just reading a magazine we find Syd, as Chris Cortez speaks up]

Chris Cortez: Talk about a crazy day! First, I wake up and almost get beat up by some geek in my hotel room, then we head off to work out my muscles and now we’re hear doing an interview for a teen magazine! You know, as much action and excitement as their has been, this day has seemed to have dragged on a lot longer than just one day! Hell, seems like it’s been at least a day or two since we we’re at the gym, but it was only a few hours ago! You know what I mean?

[Chris Cortez turns to Syd, who just looks up at him from the magazine with a questioning look on his face]

Syd: Huh?

Chris Cortez: Nevermind, I’m just saying it’s been a crazy day. It seems like wherever I go, I’ve got some stupid LSW camera guy in my face! I mean, jeesh, what in the hell do they do? Hire some guy to follow me 24/7 and get my thoughts on my matches? I mean, c’mon, I do have a life outside of LSW! I mean, not only am I a wrestler for them, I’m also an entertainer, a great singer, the infamous, “One Man Boyband” Chris Cortez! Besides, that’s why Im here, my fans have requested that I do an interview with their favorite magazine, and get to know me better! Finally, I’ll be able to tell that side of the story instead of spilling out my guts to those ungreatful zombified gothic fans of the LSW. I don’t need-

[Chris Cortez turns and sees the camera, as he just sighs and looks at the camera]

Chris Cortez: What in the hell do you want? You want more comments from me on my match with Grindstone, right?

[The camera moves up and down as if saying simply “yes” ]

Chris Cortez: Fine. Look, I don’t know how many times I need to say this, but I’ll make it so simple to understand that even you morons who listen to so much loud music and in turn your brains have been damaged could understand. I, Chris Cortez, the “One Man Boyband, am 100% TRUE TALENT. I work out, I train, I know I’m good because I am. Grindstone? He is just another one of these gothic freaks who have such big egos and high hopes for themselves. I mean c’mon, beating someone with a simple submission makes you oh so powerful? Yeah, ok. You see, they rely more on scaring their opponents then actually working out and training. All he does is lie around all day and sleep in a coffin, or speak jibba jabba in his “spooky church” with his “hey, I’m not that holy” minister.

[Chris Cortez reaches over and takes a sip of a nearby cup of coffee]

Chris Cortez: I mean, I’m sorry, I just don’t buy your whole gothic scary gimmick like the rest of your LSW buddies got going for them. Which I don’t believe that well either, I mean, Count Vampiro or whatever her name is who claims to be some 500 or whatever year old vampire, can suddenly go out in the sun? Heh. Yeah, ooook. That just screams “hey, you know, I’m a vampire!”. Ha Ha!

[Chris Cortez just laughs as he takes another sip of his coffee]

Chris Cortez: But seriously, getting back to you Grindstone. When it’s all said and done tonight and your lying on your back watching me get the 1, the 2 and the 3 you will have no one to blame but yourself. You will have to blame yourself for not training, not working out, and relying too much on your ego and your over confidence. Really though, was there ever really a chance of someone like you defeating such TRUE TALENT as me? Nah. Of course not, but, your gunna have to learn that the hard way of course.

[Suddenly a women wearing a clipboard enters the room, as she waves to Chris Cortez]

Women: Excuse me, Mr. Cortez? They’re ready for the interview now.

Chris Cortez: Thanks babe, and let me tell you, you are looking mighty fine in that dress of yours! How about later me and you go out and get ourselves some coffee at my place and I’ll show you my microphone? Eh?

[The scene fades to black as the last thing that is heard is a loud slap]