[Scene: As fans pile into and under the giant circus tent for tonight’s pay-per-view extravaganza the cameras cut backstage as people are just as frantically running around. LSW Employees rush around to set up the stage, do final checks on lights, cameras and other technical equipment. The LSW wrestlers themselves all run around to get to their locker rooms to get ready; and do a bit more training and preparation as well. As the camera strolls down one of the halls of locker rooms, it comes to a door labeled “VIP”. Casually opening the door the camera walks in to find Chris Cortez stretching with his manager Syd, cheering him on]

Syd: C’mon! Tonight is the night! The night for your chance to go on to fight Jayce "the Witchdoctor" Salazar, for the LSW Blood sport Title! All you have to do is shed some blood of your opponents and climb the cage! You can do it! You can beat Hardcore Wreck! You can beat Buster Payne! You can beat ‘em! No problem! They cannot stop you! You will claim glory, you will-

[Chris Cortez stops stretching and looks up at Syd]

Chris Cortez: Yeah, I get the point, calm down. You don’t have to keep on reminding me how easy it’s going to be to win this match. I know it is. I mean, I’ve got two totally stupid, un-athletic, bunch of no-talented nobodies to “worry” about. Seriously though, what’s to worry about? I’m going to worry about Softcore Trek? A guy whose ego is the size of the giant tent we are under? The guy who’s “training” consists of throwing rocks at birds and taking naps in parks? Eh, I don’t think so

[Chris Cortez does some more stretching]

Syd: What about Buster Payne?

[Chris Cortez stops in mid-stretch as he looks at Syd for a moment and just laughs as he continues his stretch]

Chris Cortez: Buster Poindexter is nothing either, he’s no worry just the same as Trek is. We haven’t heard a word out of Buster Poindexter in a long time, where is he? It’s my guess he’s off somewhere crying and dreading having to be in the same ring with me, especially in such conditions. He’s afraid he’ll never be able to stand up to such a TRUE TALENT Singer and Wrestler like me! Well, he’s right, he never will. His pathetic One Hit Wonderdom will never amount to my mutli-platinum hits and record sales! Just like his pathetic in ring-jobberisk-skills will never amount to my main event status!

[Chris Cortez finishes his stretching as he sits down on the couch]

Chris Cortez: Simply put, it’s in the bag. No Sweat. Forgettabout it!

[Chris Cortez then turns and sees the camera, for the first time]

Chris Cortez: What the hell are you doing in here?! Get out! Out! Out! NOW!

[Chris Cortez pushes the camera guy out as the camera gets on last shot of the “VIP” door as the camera turns off and the scene fades to black.]