[Scene: Back inside the gym, we find Chris Cortez working out this time instead of Syd, as Syd spots Chris. Chris is lifting weights as he then stops and rests a bit to get a drink of water. As he does so he looks up at the camera and sighs rolling his eyes all the while]

Chris Cortez: Let me guess, you’re here to get my thoughts on Softcore Trek’s recent comments? Right?

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

Chris Cortez: Well, first of all, let me just ask one question: what the hell is wrong with most of the roster of LSW?! Basically all of them are these big ego-ed idiots that got huge confidence in their own ability to win. They don’t train, they don’t work out, they don’t do anything! It’s no wonder I’ve been winning so much! They just can’t match up to what I am! I am a TRUE TALENT Piece of Work! Will you look at this body?

[The camera looks up and down Chris Cortez’s body as he poses for the camera]

Chris Cortez: I mean, is it any wonder why the ladies go wild for me? Now, look at one of my opponents at the Pay-Per-View who we just heard from, Softcore Trek. While I’m in here training and working hard for the match, he’s out lying down in some damn park taking a nap and throwing rocks at birds! He says that IM NOT GUNNA WIN?! HA! I think it’s more like HE ISNT GOING TO WIN! He’s under estimating me…badly.

[Chris Cortez elbows Syd in the shoulder and laughs a bit]

Chris Cortez: And what about him comparing me to Justin Timberlake? How can he compare me to such a no talented, two left-footed, lip-synching idiot? Huh? Has he not seen me in the ring? As he not seen me dance? As he seen me sing? Obviously, he hasn’t, or he would know just how much TRUE TALENT I truly have. He’s just another one of these jealous types. He wishes he was me, but he isn’t. He can’t dance like me, he cant sing like me, he cant wrestle like me; he just has NO TALENT what so ever! Which is why it’s more like the other way around, he will be the one going down and I will be the one going up and over the cage. Besides, hasn’t anyone told him the match is for a CHANCE at the Blood sport Title not FOR the Blood sport Title? What an idiot!

[Syd gives Chris Cortez a bottle of water as he drinks it and then looks over at a mirror and smiles at his reflection as he fixes his hair]

Syd: What about Buster Payne?

Chris Cortez: Well, ol’ Buster Poindexter hasn’t said a word yet, but when he does, I’ll make a note of it. Right now though, back to work! Put a couple more pounds on there, I think I’m ready for a real challenge!

[Syd starts putting more weights on as Chris Cortez looks back at his reflection in the mirror as the scene fades to black]

Disclaimer: The following was a role play and therefore a work of pure fiction. Any of the comments made were not intended for any real harm, which we're only there for entertainment value and that of the character's perceptive. Please don't take any of this stuff to heart as it is of course a work of fiction being just a role play and all.