[Scene: Inside Chris Cortez’s 5 star hotel room, we find Chris Cortez and Syd outside on the patio at night. They both sip on their wine as they watch the stars and smoke some victory cigars all the while too.]

Syd: I told you! I told you you would win! I never had a doubt in my mind! There is no way a bunch of nobodies could beat such a TRUE TALENT MEGA SUPERSTAR such as you! No way! No How!

[Chris Cortez smiles as he smokes on the cigar a bit]

Chris Cortez: Of course there was never any doubt. I won, fair and square, but it seems whenever someone wins, the losers just have to kick and scream, crying and bitching. I’m of course talking about Buster Poindexter and his manager Snake Cribbs.

[Chris Cortez looks into the camera this time.]

Chris Cortez: You know, Buster, you really sicken me. Stooping so low as to have your “manager” lie like he is. Claiming that I was quote unquote “bleeding from a small little cut above my eye”

[Chris Cortez points to where Jake Briggs talked about, as the camera zooms in to show nothing, nothing at all.]

Chris Cortez: Where is this cut? Huh? I don’t see any cut. Do you see any cut Syd?

Syd: Nope cant say I can

Chris Cortez: Why? Why cant you?

Syd: I don’t know, I-

Chris Cortez: Because there is no cut! If there is no cut, then why does Snake say there is? Huh?! HUH?! You know, Snake, I think you need to know when your wrong and face the damn facts! I won, Buster lost!

[Chris Cortez picks up the LSW Whatchamacallit Title and puts it on his shoulder, as he looks at it and shines it up a bit. He then looks back at the camera and smiles as he nods at the title.]

Chris Cortez: I get it. Your jealous, arint you Buster? Your pissed that such a TRUE TALENTED star such as myself, beat you, right? Well face facts you no-talented piece of sh*t! I am the champion, you are nothing! I won, you lost! How many times do I need to say it to get it through your big head and into your small brain? You can have Snake keep on reviewing the footage as much as you like, but in the end the results will always be the same. I won, you lost.

[Chris Cortez positions the title on his shoulder better as he looks back at the camera]

Chris Cortez: Anyway, enough about Buster Poindexter and Snake Cribbs and their crying and bitching. Let’s talk about what actually matters. That is my match, well, not completely MY match. I should say Syd AND my match against that other no-talented piece of trash, the infamous Mexican, El Burrito. Who seems to be up to his old “spewing red stuff out of my mouth is scary” gimmick again. Yeah, ok. Listen, It didn’t work the first time and It definally wont be working again this time. It isn’t scaring me, or anybody, and it never will

[Chris Cortez pauses for a bit as he puts the title onto his other shoulder]

Chris Cortez: Now, you claim I am not “ready” to fight you and that I’ll never be “ready” until I have the “guts” to step into the ring with you. Which is odd, I mean, I could have swore I’ve already stepped into the ring with you, and won, I might add. I did right Syd?

Syd: Yes, I believe you have.

Chris Cortez: I thought so. Hm. You know, they say history does repeats itself, and believe me, come TRTN, it will. I’ve stepped into the ring with you before, and next week Ill do it again. I’ve beaten you before, and next week, Ill do it again. So, get ready, cuz just like history, I’m going to get a repeated win against you. This time with Syd in my corner, but make no mistake about it, I don’t need him in my corner. No Offense.

Syd: None taken. I mean, it is a fact. A fact is a fact. You are better than him, you always have been and you always will be.

Chris Cortez: Of course! I’m just saying, If I’ve beaten him before, what chance does he have up against me AND someone with about 25% of my talent? My TRUE TALENT that I taught said person, that said person being my friend, manager and pal, Syd.

Syd: I say he dosent have a chance

Chris Cortez: Of course he dosent, but then again, did he ever?

[Chris and Syd laugh as then they quiet down and Syd looks over at Chris and at his belt]

Syd: BTW, have you come up for a new name and stipulation for the LSW Whatchamacallit title yet?

Chris Cortez: To tell you the truth, I haven’t. I’ve been partying with my laidies and such so much ever since winning it, I haven’t really hade time to think about it. Hm, I don’t know. Give me time, I’ll think of something!

Syd: Of course you will! Whatever it is, Im sure it will be a good one!

[Syd and Chris Cortez laugh a bit again into the night as the camera looks up at the stars and the scene fades to black]