[Scene: Buster Payne’s recent promo shuts off from the TV as Chris Cortez looks on in his VIP locker room. He just looks at the screen with a weird look on his face, but it then turns into a bit of a weird looking smile.]

Chris Cortez: Jeesh! That’s just like someone like him! Waiting till the last minute to actually say something! Although, what he said, didn’t really make one ounce of sense. Did it make any sense to you?

[Syd looks up from reading a magazine on the other side of the couch]

Syd: Ah, I wasn’t really paying att-

Chris Cortez: I mean, he asks me if I’m hurting from his insults and words and such. What insults?! What words?! This is the first time he’s actually said a damn word or two about the freaking match or me! The man is defiantly one can short of a six-pack, claiming that I am an “alter ego”? That he has released the “real” Chris Cortez? Whatever. I’ve always been and always will be the “One Man Boyband” Chris Cortez. No one “released me” or “turned me” into what I am, I did it on my own. I climbed to the top and got where I am today thanks to nobody but me and my TRUE TALENT! I certainly didn’t get here thanks to some crazy person in some mask!

[Chris Cortez just laughs as he drinks some water from a nearby bottle]

Chris Cortez: And what’s this with him saying he’ll “eat my children”? First off, I don’t have any children and second of all, that’s just sick. He’s one weird guy, I’ll admit that. But that’s what happens to you after you don’t produce a hit after a couple of years and are labeled a “one hit wonder”. He’s defiantly losing some brain cells, I mean, claiming that I am not who I say I am? I’m just an alter ego? He’s just jealous of me, and my TRUE TALENT, something he will never ever have of course.

[Chris Cortez takes another drink of some of his water.]

Chris Cortez: As for him claiming I was rapped by some LSW Superstars and by my mother and father? Heh. Judging by how crazy this guy is, I wouldn’t be surprised he’s the one he’s really talking about. Trauma after going through stuff like that can make a person crazy, you know. I mean, He claims that I’m the one with the problems? Yeah, the guy obviously needs to look in a mirror, he’s the f*cked up one. He can go on forever playing his little “I’m crazy” game, but in the end it’s just too obvious he’s jealous of me.

[Chris Cortez goes to take another drink of his water, but finds the bottle empty as he just throws it behind him]

Chris Cortez: He says he’s sick and tired of seeing me and hearing me. He says he hates the way I dress…well, if that isn’t jealousy, I don’t know what is! He’s jealous that I’ve got better looks than him, I can sing better than him and I can dress better than him! I mean, if he has to hide his face with a black mask and wear all black for his attire, what does that really say? I mean, really. He can go on and on and on about how he’s going to beat me up and such, but until he puts his money where his mouth is, I’m not believing a word. Tonight, he’ll bear witness to my TRUE TALENTED greatness and in the end, he’ll know just who really is the crazy one. He’ll be. Forever doubting that I wasn’t going to come out on top.

Syd: What about Hardcore Wreck?

Chris Cortez: Arg. Do I really have to repeat myself when talking about him? Fine. I knew this was going to happen, so here, I got to go get dressed and get ready…

[Chris Cortez walks away, but not before turning on a tape recorder on a table nearby. Chris Cortez’ voice is heard as what he said from his promo a week or so ago is heard once again on his thoughts about Hardcore Wreck.]

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?

[pause]

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.

[pause]

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!

[The tape stops as the camera shuts off and the scene fades to black]