[Scene: The camera turns on, a bit shaky at first, in front of a 5 star looking restaurant. Limos pull up and stars pull out, all heading inside for the lean cuisine and steep prices. The camera man looks at his watch as he sighs and taps his foot. Suddenly, he comes to attention as a white limo pulls up and out steps the "One Man Boyband" Chris Cortez! Behind him, as always, is his trusty manager Syd, who directs traffic. The cameraman follows behind them as they step inside.]

Waiter: Name.

Chris Cortez: The "TRUE TALENTED SUPER MEGA STAR" Chris Cortez! Oh, and of course....The "NEXT LSW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!"

[The waiter just looks at Chris Cortez with a bit of a snooty look]

Waiter: Yes, of course. Table for 2?

[Chris Cortez looks over his shoulder at the cameraman as he sighs and looks back at the waiter]

Chris Cortez: Hm, better make it 3, but he isn't staying long, so don't feed him. Im not wasting money on the likes of him.

Waiter: Of course, sir. Walk this way.

[As Chris Cortez and Syd follow the waiter, the camera man grumbles something, as he follows Chris Cortez and Syd to their seat. Once they are all seated, Chris Cortez and Syd look at the menu, as some people around them stare at the cameraman]

Chris Cortez: What are you thinking of having, Syd?

Syd: Hmmmm...I don't know. What's in season at the moment?

Chris Cortez: Damned If I know. Hm, lobster sounds good.

Syd: What about the steak?

Chris Cortez: Nah.

[Suddenly, the cameraman coughs a few times as Chris Cortez and Syd look up at him, a little annoyed]

Chris Cortez: What? Do you have a cold or something?

Syd: If you do, please step AWAY from my client! He doesn't need to be getting sick before his match come TRTN!

Chris Cortez: Yeah, so if you have a cold or something, get out of here!

[The cameraman sighs an annoying sigh]

Cameraman: Im here for a promo.

Chris Cortez: Oh, of course. Why else would you be lying in wait for us to show up like you were? Now, let me get this over with so I can enjoy my meal in peace. You see, come TRTN I-

Waiter: What will you be having tonight, sir?

Chris Cortez: Oh, Ah, Gee. Well, first, Ill start off with a coke-a-cola. Then, Ill have the Caesar salad. Now let's see, what's in seasons this time of year?

Waiter: Im not a hunter, Im a waiter, sir.

[Insert Rim Shot Here]

Chris Cortez: Right. Ah, well, just give me the lobster then.

Waiter: Alright, and you sir?

Syd: Let's see, I'll have a red wine. With the beef.

Chris Cortez: Anywas, back to what I was saying. Come TRTN, Ill finally get my chance to re-gain my spot in this federation. A spot that I most more humbly deserve more than the likes of Killjoy or Sadslum Suplex. I mean-

Waiter: Do you want mashed potatoes or veggies with that?

Syd: Hm. Chris, what would you go with?

Chris Cortez: I don't care what Id go with, cuz at the moment, Im trying to do a promo, ok?

Syd: Jeesh, sorry. Ah, what kind of veggies are those?

Waiter: Well, you have a choice of cucumbers, carrots, beets, ah-

Chris Cortez: Just have the damn mashed potatoes!

Syd: Ah, yeah sure. Ill take the potatoes.

Waiter: Alright, Ill be right back with your drink order.

Chris Cortez: Anywas, back to what I was saying. I deserve the spot that Killjoy is currently in much more then him or Sadslum. Speaking of Sadslum, it sickens me to see the comments he made about me! I mean, could you believe the nerve of the guy?!

Syd: Hm, maybe I should have gotten carrots...

Chris Cortez: Will you forget about the damn carrots and just agree with me here!

Syd: Huh? Oh yeah, sure.

Chris Cortez: Exactly. I couldn't believe what he was saying. I mean, comparing ME to Killjoy?! Saying its ironic that I bash a legend yet call myself one? Saying that Ill end up just like him? Using his own tactics? I mean, didn't he say HE would follow in Killjoy's footsteps?! Isn't that saying he'll turn out just like him too?! JEESH! WHAT A MORON!

[The people in the restaurant look over at him in shock]

Chris Cortez: First off, I AM a legend. A TRUE LEGEND. Killjoy, well, that is debatable. Even if you we're to call the has-been a legend, you must not forget the fact that he is a CROOKED LEGEND. A legend that knows he is past his prime. A legend that must feed off of fans nostalgia, to even be remembered for how great he ONCE was. He uses this nostalgia, to gain power, he uses this power to gain titles, gain main events, gain the glory.

[Chris Cortez sips on his ice water and shakes his head]

Chris Cortez: Not me, oh no, not m-

[A waiter suddenly comes out of nowhere and refills Chris Cortez's glass a little bit as another one comes out of nowhere as well and deliverers their drinks]

Chris Cortez: Right. Anywas, I am not like Killjoy. I done use my legendary status to gain power, to gain titles, to gain glory. No. I earn it. I earn it like every man and women in that locker room. Killjoy, Killjoy is just a trick pony. He did one trick at the right place and the right time. People liked his trick. People came from worlds over and watched from abroad to see his tricks. The federation's Killjoy was in got money from people who wanted to see his tricks. When the tricks got old, he was forced to make up new ones for the people to keep on coming. For the money to keep on coming in and for the power to keep on coming in.

[Chris Cortez takes a sip of his coke-a-cola]

Chris Cortez: Not me. I am not like that. I am not like Killjoy. I done do tricks for nobody. I am not someone trick pony who does the same thing over and over and forced to make up new ones when I have to. No. I go out there each and everyweek and give the fans something to be excited about. Something to excited to see and talk about. They want to see what I will do next. What song Ill produce next. What new move Ill pull off. What new match Ill do. Im young, Im fresh. Ive got a lot to offer. Killjoy, he's close to the finish line. He's almost over. He has no more tricks to offer. His power is fading. As the money fades.

[The waiter comes up and gives Chris Cortez his Caesar salad]

Chris Cortez: Thanks.

[Chris Cortez eats a bit of it]

Chris Cortez: Now, back to Sadslum. He compared me to Killjoy. What an idiot. I am NOTHING like Killjoy. Killjoy is on his last legs, and Im just starting to walk. Sadslum says that I lost to Killjoy fair and square? That I didn't have what It took to defeat Killjoy? HA! I had It, Ive still got it, and I always will have it! What I have, is TRUE TALENT. Talent that far surpasses that of Killjoy's. However, all the talent of mine, hell, all of any one's talent, cant surpass that of the almighty dollar.

[Chris Cortez eats more of his salad as Syd enjoys some rolls]

Chris Cortez: Like I said before, Killjoy knew the match was as good as mine. He knew he was no match for me. He knows he's on his last legs. So, he had his buddies change the match for him. He made his friends, his amigos, in management to chance the match and in doing so, make it that much easier for him to win. If Killjoy doesn't win, the money wont roll in. So, that is why he won. All out of corporate greed. Make no mistake about it though, the next time we meet, the only stipulation Ill want is for the title to be on the line, and that's that. Simple as that. Let's see if he cant still win without the corporate gimmicks and rules backing him up.

[Chris Cortez finishes his salad as the waiter arrives with the main course for both of them as they dig in]

Chris Cortez: Now, of course, before I can go on to face Killjoy once again, I must face Sadslum Suplex. A man who feel that I overlook my opponents, I look down at them. PAH-LEASE! Everyone does it. Everyone in their promos says "Oh, wrestler A, me Wrestler B r' better den you, I am! Me beat you!". Its the same as its always been and it will always be that way. You complain I have an ego. Hell, everyone has an ego. Even you, you showed it in your last RP even. Thinking your better than me.

[Chris Cortez just chuckles a bit as he rips the head off of the lobster and sucks the juices out of it]

Chris Cortez: Better then me, right. So, your one half of the tag team champions. Big deal. Like you did all the work to get that belt. Its obvious your partner is the one who does all the work in your little dumbness brigade. He IS the smarter one, you know. At least he can understand and appreciate the TRUE TALENT of my singing ability! You go to some store and laugh that there is a chipmunk's parody album or whatever about my work? You think Im ashamed of that?

[Chris Cortez rips off the tail and dunks it in butter as he bites the meat out of it]

Chris Cortez: I mean, you cant go and steal someone's work and copyrighted stuff and go tweak their voice and resell it just like that! No. Of course not. You need to pay a little something called Royalties. Say it with me. RRROOOYYAAALLLIIITTTIIIEEESSS. Its when someone uses your work and in doing so, they pay you each time its used and sold/bought. They using my work on their CD's, everytime they make one, sell one, play it on the radio, I get a couple of bucks. Those bucks, add up. Add that to my current salary at the LSW and that of my record sales, touring and merchandise sales of both LSW and in general, that is when it all adds up. Much more than when you add up the number of brain cells you probably got.

[Chris Cortez looks around and eats the remains of the lobster]

Chris Cortez: If you actually did add all of them up, and actually used them half the time, you'd know. You'd know that you really stand no chance against me. I don't care how much ass you have kicked, licked, blown, pumped, sucked, it doesn't matter! It doesn't matter wither your the tag team champion, hard-core champion, million dollar champion, drinking champion, it doesn't matter! It doesn't matter if you got no brain, no guts, no eyes, no legs, no arms or no Dick! It doesn't matter!

[Chris Cortex gets handed the check as he whips his mouth from eating the lobster]

Chris Cortex: What matters, is this. Im true talent, your some brain dead slob. Im the next World Heavyweight Champion, your the Tag Team Champion just because your a leecher. I know Im going to win, and your not going to win just because you saw some kid playing with his toys. You might as well pull up a booster seat and play with him. The only way your going to beat me is if you play with the little action figures and MAKE yourself pin me. Your'll see, just wait, come TRTN. Your'll see Im everything I say I am...and more. Much, much, more.

[Chris Cortez takes another sip of water as he looks at the bill, his eyes go wide]

Chris Cortez: Ah...Syd...how-ah, much money you got on you?

Syd: Ah, just a few dollars. Why?

Chris Cortez: Oh, no real reason. Its just, well-ah, Gee, I sure do got to go to the bathroom. What about you, Syd?

Syd: No. Not really.

[Chris Cortez looks at Syd with demanding eyes and with a seriousness to his voice]

Chris Cortez: I said, don't you NEED to GO to the bathroom?

[Syd nods]

Syd: Ah, yes. Infact, lets go together.

Chris Cortez: Yeah, ah, cameraman, you stay here, ok? We'll ah, you know, be right back.

[The cameraman watches as Syd and Chris Cortez head for the bathrooms but suddenly take a quick right turn and run out of the restaurant and down the street. The cameraman jumps to get up and run after them, but feels something on his shoulder. He turns around to see the waiter, looking at him, with the bill in hand.]

Waiter: Forgetting something?