[Inside the “One Man Boyband” Chris Cortez’s locker room we find Syd nursing his wounds from Killjoy, as Chris Cortez passes back and forth. Syd looks at him with an angry look in his eyes, as he points a finger up to him]

Syd: I want you to show that Killjoy a thing or two! Can you believe what he did to me?! That bastard! I want you to send him that message you said you we’re going to send him!

[Chris Cortez stops pacing with his back to Syd, as he gets a worried look on his face with some of that worry in his voice, which he tries to cover up]

Chris Cortez: Well, yeah, you see, I was GOING to but of course, we must have missed each other in the hallway or something. Cuz, when I got to his locker room, he wasn’t there and of course when I got back, I found you hurt and all.

Syd: SO?! Go and send him your message now! That punk deserves what’s coming to him!

Chris Cortez: Ah, yeah-you see, I-ah-I would but of course what if there was a chance I could get hurt with a black eye or something? How would that look for photos and publicity and for my upcoming performance?

Syd: Hm, your right, better off leaving him alone for now.

Chris Cortez: Yes, I agree, and besides, as long as he dosent HURT Angel in anyway, I am fine with her “helping” him during his troubled times. I mean, that’s why me and her got together in the first place, back during our runs in 30 Minute Countdown. I swore to her that I would help her with her mission from God and make sure no one stopped US or got in OUR way of doing so. TOGETHER we can and will make it happen, I pledged to do so when we first got together and that is what I will continue to do! I will help her in her mission, I will take out any obstacle that stands in her way and I will stop anyone who dares even think or talk about it! I will be…HER Guardian Angel!

[Chris Cortez dreamily stares off into space as Syd gets a weird look on his face, as he mouths the words “What?”. Chris Cortez turns around and faces Syd as Syd goes back to looking like he’s in agony]

Chris Cortez: How you feeling?

Syd: Ah, not so good. Think you could get me a soda and some advil or something?

Chris Cortez: Oh, sure! No problem!

Syd: Good, when you come back, we’ll head back to our room, we need the rest. You’ve got a lot of practicing to do for your performance and I, well-I think I might take it easy tomorrow

Chris Cortez: As well you should! Just sit tight, I’ll be right back!

[Chris Cortez runs out the door, as Syd just rolls his eyes as the scene fades to black]