[Scene: We open up in the gym a few blocks away from Blind Willie's Bar. Within its confines we find many muscled men and women working out. Machine metal clanks and bangs against each other as they get their work out in. Off in the distance the camera sees Chris Cortez benching some of his own as the camera heads on over. As the camera gets closer, the mic on the camera picks up on their conversation.]

Syd: Ok, 98...99...C'mon!

Chris Cortez: AAARRRRGGG!

Syd: 100! Good Job! Rest a little, then we'll continue

[Instead of laying down and resting a bit, Chris Cortez gets up and pours a bottle of water on him and drinks what is left.]

Chris Cortez: Sleep is for the weak my friend. C'mon! How bout we run around the block a few times, C'mon! Let's do it!

[As Chris is about to run away, Syd stops him]

Syd: Woah, Woah, Woah! Calm down there champ!

Chris Cortez: How ironic is it that you just called me champ? Heh, not ironic at all, I say. Why? I'll tell you why, because right now, your looking at the NEXT LSW World Heavyweight Champion!

[Chris Cortez holds out his arms as if he's soaking in all the glory]

Syd: Right! Your going to go in there tomorrow and your going to take down that Killjoy!

Chris Cortez: Yeah!

Syd: Take him down from his throne of power!

Chris Cortez: Yeah!

Syd: Take his title, and do it all by yourself, on your own terms, your going to be victorious!

Chris Cortez: YEAH!

[Chris Cortez sees a punching bag near by and starts punching furiously at it]

Chris Cortez: Yeah, Killjoy, Yeah! How you like that? Huh? Not so tough now are ya? Huh?!

[Chris Cortez keeps throwing the punches]

Chris Cortez: Nah, c'mon old man, give me what you got! That all you got?! Your pathetic! C'mon!

[Chris Cortez throws lefts and rights]

Chris Cortez: C'mon! C'mon Old man! That all you got?! You going down now! Yeah, you afraid, huh? You afraid? Afraid that your throne of power is about to come crashing down, huh? Afraid that your going to lose everything just like I lost everything before? Huh?! Yeah, how you like that?! Tables are turning now! Yeah, you used to be all high and mighty and 3 steps ahead of me! No more! Oh no! Im three steps ahead of YOU now old man, Yeah, its all down hill from here for you!

[Chris Cortez now adds in punches and kicks as everyone starts looking over at him as his anger is through the roofYa and he's letting it all out on the punching bag]

Chris Cortez: Yeah, how you like that, huh? Who's the legend now, huh? Im the legend and your nothing! Ya hear me? Ya nothing! You always have been nothing and you always will be nothing! Where's your corporate sponsorship now, huh? You aint nothing without it, You aint nothing! Yeah, c'mon!

[Chris Cortez continues his onslaught on the punching bag as a crowd forms around him, although he doesn't even seem to notice them, he's focused on the bag]

Chris Cortez: Yeah, Yeah, how you like it? Huh?! Its only a taste, its only a taste of what your'll be getting come TRTN! C'mon! C'mon!

Syd: Chris! Calm down! Chris!

[Chris Cortez doesn't seem to hear him as he keeps punching away at the bag in a fit of rage]

Chris Cortez: You wanna ruin my life for your own personal gain? HUH?! You want to take my Angel from me? No! You want to make me get rid of my hard earned belt so you can cheat me out of yours?! No, No! You didn't even earn that belt! No! That belt was smitten in corporate greed! You want me to just pack my bags, forget all about it and leave you along?! NO! You want me to just forget the past, let u get away with it and move on with my life?! OH HELL NO!

Syd: Chris!! Calm down!! Stop it!! CHRIS!!

[Chris Cortez angrily keeps on punching and kicking at the bag]

Chris Cortez: I wont forget what you did and I cannot let you keep on doing this! No, I wont! You deserve to be punished for what you have done to me! Yes, YOU DO! I will see to it you are punished for your crimes, YES, I WILL! You, your corporate money driven egomaniac champion, you will meet your true legendary destiny. Against TRUE LEGENDARY WARRIOR! You will come face to face with me, THE TRUE TALENTED SUPER MEGA STAR, CHRIS CORTEZ and you will BEG FOR MERCY!

[Chris Cortez punches and kicks more and more as suddenly the bag falls off of its hinges and falls to the ground. Chris Cortez looks down at it as he whips away sweat on his head and then shakes his head. Everyone around looks at him as he seems to have come out of his trance as Syd looks at him.]

Gym Manager: What the hell is going on here?!

Muscle Guy: That little squirt punched and kicked that bag down, kid's fucking nuts!

Muscle Girl: Yeah, man, what power!

[The Muscle Girl smiles at Chris Cortez as he looks over and winks at her as the Muscle Guy looks at both of them and just laughs a bit]

Muscle Guy: Ahh, I could have done that!

Gym Manager: Well, at least no one got hurt, that's the main thing.

Chris Cortez: Someone might not have gotten hurt today, Sir, but tomorrow, someone WILL be getting hurt. Not here though, no, I can guarantee you that. They will be getting hurt in the ring, down at Blind Willie's Bar, now THAT, I WILL guarantee you.

Gym Manager: Riiiight...well, I suppose this bag falling down now was good overall in the end. Damn screws holding it to the roof have been loose for months now, just never really gotten around to fixing em. Oh well, looks like Ill have to now anywas.

[The crowd starts to walk away, groaning, as they see it now as nothing special.]

Muscle Guy: See, told you that little nothing was just that...nothing! I mean, look at these pecs!

[The Muscle Guy flexes]

Muscles Guy: That little nothing's exactly that, NOTHING, against these babies.

[The Muscle Girl looks at his muscles and smiles as she looks spitefully at Chris Cortez]

Muscle Girl: So, you want to go out for like, lunch, or something?

Muscle Guy: Its a date.

[The Muscle Guy takes the Muscle Girl in his arms as they leave, not before the Muscle Guy smiles a cocky smile at Chris Cortez]

Chris Cortez: Damn steroid jockey. He's token so much of the stuff, he cant even clearly see and calculate it with his brain that I did indeed cause that bag to fall! Its the power of the punch, the power of the kick and the power of my TRUE TALENT!

Gym Manager: Actually, I think its just the power of the loose screws.

Chris Cortez: Ah, screw you. C'mon Syd, let's take a break for lunch ourselves.