[The scene opens up as Torture Rack Tuesday Night comes to a close and the wrestlers and staff are getting ready to pack up for the night. Suddenly, a big bang is heard as a nearby camera man picks up the camera he was going to put away and heads towards it as he turns it on. He starts filming as he sees Chris Cortez kicking and throwing everything he can get his hands on, while his manager Syd tries to calm him down]

Chris Cortez: Where the hell are they?! WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY?!

Syd: Calm down! Calm down!

Chris Cortez: NO! NO! I am NOT going to calm down! It’s bad enough they are hanging around together, but now they are the Mixed Tag Team Champions?! THEM?! NO! It should be ME and ANGEL! NOT KILLJOY AND ANGEL! I AM SICK AND TIRED OF SEEING THEM TOGETHER! ANGEL IS MY GIRL AND SHE SHOULDN’T BE HANGING AROUND WITH KILLJOY! AS IF THEY ARINT HANGING AROUND ENOUGH…NOW THEY ARE THE CHAMPS TOGETHER!? AND WHAT WAS WITH HIM CARRYING HER OUT OF THE ARENA LIKE THAT?! HUH?! HE BETTER NOT BE TAKING ADVANTAGE OF HER, I WILL NOT STAND FOR IT! I WANT TO SEE THEM RIGHT NOW!

[Suddenly, as if by some weird couincedance, a TV screen nearby turns on and we see Killjoy and Angel in the woods near a fire. Chris Cortez turns around as he hears them talking, and the flames of hatred in his eyes burn brighter than that of the fire Killjoy and Angel are sitting next to. He finally snaps as he watches Angel and Killjoy cuddle together near the fire with her stroking her fingers through his hair and his head resting against her che-]

Chris Cortez: AAARRRRRRRRRRRGG!

[Chris Cortez kicks the TV and it crashes into pieces as it hits the ground]

Chris Cortez: THAT GOD DAMN DEVIL MALE SUCCUBUS! BRAINWASHING AND MANIPULATING MY GIRL INTO BEING WITH HIM! I WONT STAND BACK AND TAKE THIS SHIT ANY LONGER! IT’S ABOUT TIME I SENT A MESSAGE TO KILLJOY, A MESSAGE THAT HE WILL NEVER FORGET, TELLING HIM TO STAY AWAY FROM MY GIRL!

[Chris Cortez walks away angerly as Syd looks down at the shattered TV and then back up as Chris Cortez marches away]

Syd: Hey! What kind of message?! What are you going to do?!

[Syd looks back down at the shattered TV as the camera zooms in on it till the camera blurs and then fades out]