[Scene: We open up inside a very familiar place. The metal clanks, the sweat drips, and the muscles rip. We're indeed back at the Gym a few blocks away from Blind Willie's Bar, home to LSW. The Gym, is home to plenty of muscled men and women, all getting their daily work outs in. A weekly guest to this home, is none other than the LSW World Heavyweight Champion, Chris Cortez. He, as usual, is off in the corner, pumping iron, as Syd cheers him on.]

Syd: C'mon, 98...99...C'mon, Champ, You can do it! C'mon...YEAH, 100!

[Chris Cortez relaxes as Syd hands him a bottle of water, which Chris Cortez proceeds to dump all over his face. He drinks what little is left, which isn't much.]

Chris Cortez: Damnit! Syd, go fill this up.

[Chris Cortez hands the bottle to Syd, who quickly takes it]

Syd: Right away champ, you rest now, Ill be right back with your water!

[Chris Cortez waves him away]

Chris Cortez: Yeah, Yeah.

[Syd walks away, in a hurry, as Chris Cortez relaxes, closing his eyes. Suddenly, a shadow washes over Chris Cortez as he opens his eyes and looks up, into the end of a camera.]

Chris Cortez: The hell?! I thought I said no more autographs! I said-

[Chris Cortez springs up and sees that its the cameraman that came to him the night before at Spooky World.]

Chris Cortez: Oh! It's just you. Sorry about that.

[The cameraman just looks at him, and shrugs]

Cameraman: Whatever. Im just here to give you what you asked for and to tape your reactions.

Chris Cortez: Ah, the usual, eh?

Cameraman: Yup, so c'mon, lets do this, Ive got a paycheck to blow down at the red light district.

Chris Cortez: Right, follow me.

[Chris Cortez leads the Cameraman down a hall, passed the bathrooms and the Gym Manager's Office to a small room. The room has a blackboard, dusty furniture and a small and old semi-broken TV/VCR combo.]

Chris Cortez: Tape?

[The Cameraman pulls a VHS Tape out of his pocket and hands it to Chris Cortez]

The Cameraman: There you go. While you set that up, Ill set the camera up.

[The cameraman takes out a tripod from a big long black bag he was carrying. As he sets it up, Chris Cortez pops the tape into the VCR and presses play. The cameraman puts the camera on top of the tripod, and screws it in, as the tape kicks in. The recent promo from the Beast starts up as the Cameraman hits record, all the while, Chris Cortez watches, remote in hand.]

the Beast: Killjoy!  I'm right here.  You see me?  I'M RIGHT HERE!!  And I'm no bastard either.  There's no sledgehammer in my hands.  I don't need any damn weapon.  I can back up my words with my fists and my feet.  Your motto used to be that your fists did your talking.  What happened to that?  HUH?  WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT?  Killjoy, note his.  I NEVER said I was a legend around here.  As it is, if it meant being in your company, I would turn down the chance to be called a legend

[Chris Cortez presses pause]

Chris Cortez: When the man's right, the man's right. Killjoy's motto used to be "My fists do the talking". Heh. Seems nowadays the only thing that does the talking for Mr.Killjoy, is the sledgehammer and the management. Pathetic old fool.

[Chris Cortez presses play]

the Beast: Mordrid may have made the match for this week in the interest of giving the fans a good show.  But, he made the match with Angel to keep you honest.  Then when he was out at the entranceway during your match, he wanted to make sure that Vertigo and Angel didn't pull any shit.  But, they did, and he did what he was supposed to.  That means, he made the match fair.  He made it on one.  Morglum and Bullvine attacked Vertigo because they had previous issues.  But, they attacked Vertigo also because they were assisting Mordrid in doing the right thing.  So now Mordrid will have to find some new heavies.  Big woop-de-do-da deal.

[Chris Cortez presses pause]

Chris Cortez: Exactly what I said! Great mind's indeed think alike! The match was unfair, it gave Killjoy the upper advantage! That old man Killjoy, he knows the time is drawing thin, its drawing near! He needs all the help he can get these days to just stay alive and afloat in this sea. Yeah, he's just a pathetic old man in the sea. Cept, unlike in the book, he doesn't have what it takes to survive an encounter with me, THE BEST AND BIGGEST FISH IN THE SEA!

[Chris Cortez presses play]

the Beast: You know, speaking of the last time I faced you...you were saying that it might as well have been a handicap match?  Go back and look at the tape.  It just proves your old.  Alzheimer's is setting in.  The tape will show you that Vertigo sat outside of the ring during the first fall.  He never entered the ring while I was in there.  After I won the League Title off of you, I exited the ring and Vertigo entered.  It was always one-on-one.

[Chris Cortez presses pause]

Chris Cortez: Man, Killjoy will do and say anything to make himself TRY to look better than other people or make them look below him. Even if he has to stretch the truth, hell, LIE about it. This is a perfect example of Killjoy at his worst. Pathetic.

[Chris Cortez presses play]

the Beast: Speaking of that match yet again...Vertigo, it just proves that you have a selective memory, too.  Remember Killjoy getting the sledgehammer to go after me?  Remember your head was the one in the path of the sledgehammer?  I haven't forgotten.  Killjoy may have been after me with that sledgehammer, but with that one swing, he proved to me that he will do anything to win.  On Tuesday, if he thinks you're about to lose the match for your team, he'll get in the ring and kick your ass and throw you out of the ring just so he can get in there and make sure his "W" column gets another notch.  Whether it was you or anybody else...it doesn't matter at all who is in his way, he will search and destroy.

[Chris Cortez presses pause]

Chris Cortez: Indeed, If I we're Vertigo, Id watch out for Killjoy. He could turn on him any moment. Yet, who's to say Vertigo might not turn on Killjoy, either? Its very possible. I'd say they both need to keep an eye on eachother, you never know when the other will stab you in the back. I mean-

[Suddenly, Syd runs in to the room with a tape in hand and Chris Cortez bottle of water]

Syd: Sorry to bother you, got a tape her from the LSW Offices, its of Killjoy's recent promo. Figured you'd want to see and "review" it.

Chris Cortez: Hell Yeah, Pop It In!

[Syd ejects the Beast's promo and inserts Killjoy's, pressing play, he backs up and joins Chris Cortez on the dusty couch]

Chris Cortez: Let's see what the old man has to ramble on about this time!

[Abbie and Cameron go to the rec room and get set up. Meanwhile, Killjoy goes back into the kitchen and grabs another 2 beers and walks all the way back to the rec room and gives the two new arrivals a beer each. He sits back down and starts up the VCD again]

Syd: Chris? What's the matter?

Chris Cortez: Angel! My Angel! Gone! Why?! Why?! I didn't mean, I didn't mean what I said! I, I, I-

[Chris Cortez suddenly stops crying and just laughs]

Chris Cortez: I'm just kidding! Man, listening to that sob story was music to my ears. That little bitch deserves what she has to deal with now, she chose which path to take and that's her own fault. I'm not going to symphasize over her little boohoo fest, I mean, If she wants to leave, Ill personally open the damn door for her. She'll just have to make sure the door doesn't hit her ass on the way out, I just might slam It a bit too hard.

Killjoy: That's just wrong. It just goes to show that he was only using Angel in order to get what he really wanted, MY LSW World Heavyweight title. The fact that she is leaving because of us both really pisses me off. All she wanted was to help me, and Chris got jealous of that and tries to win her away from me and lost everything because of it. He ended up wanting too much. But in the end, he used her to get to the one thing he really wanted, the title.

[Chris Cortez presses pause, as he begins to clap]

Chris Cortez: Bravo, Killjoy! Bravo! Your old mind still works yet!

[Chris Cortez laughs a bit as he presses play again]

Chris Cortez: Look at them, Vertigo and Killjoy, Im surprised the old men can even walk down the damn ramp. Figured they might break a hip or something without their walkers to help them. Oh and look at that! Killjoy has his trusty sledgehammer with him and oh, gee, look he's beating someone up with it! Jeesh, I tell you, Killjoy is really getting old, where he has to rely on a weapon to take down people for him. I don't need weapons to do my job for me, I just use my TRUE TALENT, along with my power of the punch!

Killjoy: Come on, does everyone really think that we're that old? I'm only 28 for god's sake. As for me having a sledgehammer, its just the same as him having the so-called 'power of the punch'. But tell me, is anything about Chris original? His music is ripped off (Shawn Michaels), his gimmick is ripped off (Honky Tonk Man) and now he's stealing the 'power of the punch' (William Regal). But really, what's going to do more damage? His 'power of the punch' or my sledgehammer?"

[Chris Cortez presses pause]

Chris Cortez: Man, you want to talk about gimmick overload? Let's look at our old pal Killjoy. Went from looking like a gothic "Raven", to a "G-G-G-GENTICALLY JAKKED" Muscled Man, to a 'Tekken' "HIGH-YA!" Kung-Foo master and now to a clean shaven, clean cut, "Extreme Revolution" man. Man, how many hours and money making paychecks did all that plastic surgery take? Man, sometimes I hardly recognize the guy. He's like f*cking dark man! He's got a different mask and disguise for whenever he feels like he has to change how he looks and such!

[Chris Cortez laughs]

Chris Cortez: As for him ragging on me about my "gimmick infringements". First off, I didn't rip the music of HBK. He ripped ME off! Those lyrics and voice sung on that song, is really me! Its one of my first single tracks! I mean, the voice on there sounds NOTHING like the real HBK! Doesn't anyone remember when that was revealed it wasn't really his voice? That's cause its really mine, they just made it lower when he used it so it SOUNDED like him, but it obviously isn't! Im simply taking back the music that is rightfully mine and always has been!

[Chris Cortez takes a drink of water]

Chris Cortez: Speaking of has-beens, no Im not ragging on you so soon bout that Killjoy and Vertigo. That time will come soon enough. Im talking about the has-been who goes by the name of the Honky Tonk Man. Now, you say that Im copying his gimmick? Yeah, ok, keep telling yourself that. The ONLY similarities between us is that we both sing. Double J sings. Jesse James sings. They're have been plenty of singing superstars in wrestling, and they all singed. The difference between me and them, is simply this: I write my own songs. They didn't. They had it written for them and they just sang it. I write my own lyrics, I sing my own lyrics, simple as that!

[Chris Cortez takes another sip of his water]

Chris Cortez: As for the similarities between the Power of the Punch of mine and a one Mr.William Regal...well, there is no difference. Ill agree that we both have it. But, it isn't a gimmick. Oh no. It is a gift. The gift of the Power of the Punch. Few have it, and many wish to possess it. However, only a selected few have the true power to wield it. I, like Mr.Regal, have that true power, that TRUE TALENTED POWER! Enough of me, this is about Killjoy and his stupid theories, and as Ive just proven, is just like the rest, FAKE!

[Chris Cortez presses play]

Chris Cortez: Before we go into his stupid explanations, let me state for the 505,524,563 time that I have NEVER used Brass Knuckles in ANY of my matches. This is just another jealously factor! Killjoy is just jealous that I am the LSW World Heavyweight Champion and he no longer is! He's jealous that his time is waning (wearing xp) thin and that my time has just begun! Even Ernie Styles didn't see anything in the ring! As for Kylie, she's such a dumb blonde like Ernie has shown in the past, that she probably just THOUGHT she saw a pair of brass knucks. Besides, who is to say that what you see on "Killjoy's Footage" is what you really get? Im sure with all the backstage pull he's got, he just had them digitally add in a pair of brass knucks! Yeah, people are just jealous of my power of the punch! Besides, arint sledgehammers illegal as well? Hmmmmmm?

Killjoy: Ok, for the 505,524,564th time, I know Chris will talk all the shit in the world just so he can look like the innocent hero that's taken down the 'old evil empire'. Maybe I'm jealous that Chris is the champ at the moment, but then again, maybe I'm just sick and tired of being treated like Hulk Hogan or Ric Flair. Being made to believe that after all I've done, I'm just some old fart trying to have one last run at the top. I'm at the preek (peak?) of my game and maybe there's no where to go but down, but I'm sure as hell going to take that little fuck down with me. As for this whole 'changing of the footage' crap that he's spewing, how could I change the footage? I may work computers, but multimedia is not my in my repiture. Plus, I didn't even know what clips were going to show up. I just asked Jimmy to find the footage of Cortez using the knuckles and that's what happened. As for his 'power of the punch', its a load of shit and he's going to get cought (caught?) out sooner or later, I'll guarrentee (guarantee?) it.

[Chris Cortez presses pause]

Chris Cortez: Yeah, again, we're supposed to believe you? Just because you say you don't know how to digitally add in things; it doesn't mean you don't know other people who do. Im sure our good friend Jimmy backstage, maybe even might. Hell, he does work with footage and edits them and puts images and such on them for PPVs and Shows, right? Im sure of it. As sure as you are that I will get "caught" with my so-called "knucks"? Well, THAT isn't going to happen. Its all in your head, my friend.

[Chris Cortez presses play]

Chris Cortez: Not likely. I mean, what, we're supposed to believe Killjoy? Believe he has had nothing to do with matches that we're in his favor or matches that seemed to come out of nowhere that has helped him gain titles or at least the chance to? I don't buy it. He's had a hand in plenty of things that have gone on backstage. If he keeps drinking from the company well, he's bound to find that one day it will have run dry and he will be shit out of luck.

Killjoy: What? Like we're really suppost to believe the shit he's spewing? People are going to believe what they want to believe, not matter what I say and what that little prick says. As for 'drinking from the company well', what do you think that belt on your shoulder is Chris? Its the biggest company glass there is! From now on, your the one doing the drinking, not me. As for not buying it, I'll give you a quarter. Go call someone who actually gives a shit!!

[Chris Cortez presses pause]

Chris Cortez: Man, will you listen to that school yard name calling? I think Vertigo and Killjoy are taking the whole "taking you to school" thing a little too literally. As for who to believe and who not to believe, well, let's just say that In the end it doesn't matter. Why? Well, let's just say, that Im mighty thirsty.

[Chris Cortez takes a sip of his water, drinking it all down]

Chris Cortez: Told you so.

[Chris Cortez presses play]

Chris Cortez: Another one to add to the list! I mean, we're supposed to believe Killjoy and Vertigo? Ha! I mean, if Killjoy didn't ask for Vertigo's help, then why did he accompany him to the ring? Besides, Vertigo even said in his sentence that they did have a deal! If Vertigo helped Killjoy, Killjoy would help Vertigo! Vertigo helped Killjoy, and now I wonder how indeed Killjoy will help Vertigo. Maybe put in a "good word" for him in the management meetings? Help him rise out of his pathetic rut and get him back to the "glory" he once had? I bet.

Killjoy: Shit, I never asked for Verts help. We've already said that. But as usual, Chris won't believe what anyone else says. If Vertigo walks down that ramp with me then he's allowed to, I don't give a shit!! So what if I help Vertigo or if Vertigo helps me? I'm the end, its an even match. You and Beast are the same as me and Vertigo, an allience (alliance?) formed because of a common haterid (hatred?) of someone else, correct? As for you assumption of me putting in a 'good word' for anyone in management meetings, your totally bullshiting yourself on this. The only people allowed in the management meetings are exsects, Malicea McDeath & the LSw champion, which means when you won the title, my ties with the management was cut right off! So if we're going to rise out of our rut, we're going to do it the old fashioned way...ON OUR OWN!!!"

[Chris Cortez press pause]

Chris Cortez: Another lie? Or the truth revealed? I doubt its the latter. Yet, although, I will admit, I was foolish in my own words. It is true that I have the power to attend these meetings, much like Killjoy once had. Yet, to this day, I haven't yet. Will I? I might. Who is to say what I will do and what I wont do? Certainly not Killjoy. He is in no position at the moment to tell me what I can and cannot do. So, does that mean in turn, I cant tell him what he can and cannot do? Maybe...or maybe not. You see, I can tell Killjoy, right here and right now, that he cannot and WILL NOT get out of this "rut". He's stuck in it now and forever. Its over for the likes of him and Vertigo. The end has arrived and they are finally finished. If it takes the ultimate wakeup call for them to figure that out. So be it. Come TRTN, all I have to say, is to let the buzzer ring.

[Chris Cortez presses play]

Chris Cortez: Really though, this demon Killjoy, is it the same one that was awakened against BloodBrother? The one that used special effects and magicians trickery to make people think you were some sort of supernatural being? Is this the demon of which you speak? If so, that's pathetic. I am not scared by special effect, by magician trickery, your "demon" side is just like all those people outside with costumes on. Its nothing but fake, fake intimidation to make me scared, well Killjoy, you don't scare me, not one bit. As for my "learning mistakes" by treating people "unfairly" and "looking down on them". I believe we all do that. We all look down at our opponents. Hell, your doing that right now, your looking down at me. You've always looked down on me. Well, keep looking down, as soon enough, your'll be looking up. Looking up at what I have become, I have become much more than you could ever dream of becoming. You need to open your eyes and realize that, but you wont, you still continue to look down on me. Which is your own fault, which is your undoing. You look down on me, you misjudge me, you take me for an easy stepping stone. Fine. You do that. But when the time comes again for us to meet, on TRTN, you will see me for what I am. I am a mountain, not a mere stepping stone. I am a mountain, a mountain which you cannot climb and a mountain in which you cannot topple.

Killjoy: This demon I was taking about is not a stupid fucking gimmick that was needed to make Blood Brother seem like a true priest. This demon is just pure rage! I'm just pissed off Chris, you want to think that I'm trying to put fake imtimidation (intimidation?) in your mind? No, I'm just warning you. Your a dead man Cortez, I'm sick of playing with you, its time for this shit to end. The end begins on TRTN when I beat the shit out of you in the tag team match, and its not going to end till the last drop of blood has dripped out of your body.

[Chris Cortez presses pause]

Chris Cortez: PAH-LEASE! The only thing that will come to a true end on TRTN, is the career of both you and Vertigo. Your careers will end, you will have reached the bottom, unable to escape the rut you have been stuck in for months. You will have no where to go, nowhere to turn, but out. Out of the federation, out of the wrestling world, and out of my site and everyone's site. Your over, your done, your finished!

[Chris Cortez presses play]

Killjoy: Now the only I look down on you is because I'm trying to teach you something that I know now that you'll never learn...respect!! You learn to respect, then I'll leave you alone. But till then, I'm going to be right there in front of you, kicking you ass all the way. As for you being a mountain. I don't climb mountains, I dig through them and then they crumble on their own. Believe that.

[Chris Cortez presses pause]

Chris Cortez: Respect? RESPECT?! You want me to respect my elders? My old, pathetic, has-been elders? Nah. I don't think so. I will never respect you glory hogs, I will never respect what you have done to get to the top. You ARE like Hulk Hogan and Ric Flair. You've run your course, its over, your through! Don't go thinking you've still got one last run left in you! You don't! Your only kidding yourself! It doesn't matter, WHOOOOOOOOOO, How much championships you've won in your time. NO. It doesn't matter if like Hogan, you can "chop a mountain down, with the edge of your hand". Why? Cuz your hand is brittle, it is weak, it is pathetic, just like you. I am strong, I am young, I am powerful, and I am certainly one mountain, you will NEVER destroy!

[Chris Cortez presses play]

Chris Cortez: Oh, ok "Teach", go ahead and teach me, go on and "Take me to school". The only teaching you will be teaching anyone is that old fogies like you and Killjoy don't deserve to be around anymore. Your too old, your too slow, and your too pathetic! Your trying to turn the tables and make it seem like your the heroes? Your the legends? All because we're the one's toppling you guys, and taking you down? HA! THAT is pathetic! WE are the legends, WE are the heroes for taking down you two old has-beens who have been controlling this place for over a year now! We are the ones who will finally end your reign of terror and we are the one's who will take you two to school. We will write a whole new chapter in the LSW History Books come TRTN. It will be the end of the Veritgo/Killjoy era and the beginning of the Chris Cortez/the Beast era! You two are finished, you two are done, your through, your OVER!

Killjoy: Chris, go ahead and call yourselves whatever you want. I don't care anymore, so you want to call yourself talented and a legend, go ahead. Because everyone knows that your just a couple of lucky punks that haven't earned anything in your lives. School is going to be in session and all I teach is pain Chris. You may think I'm old, slow & pathetic, but I'm still going to beat you Chris. Just stop kidding yourself. It may the changing of the eras, but when you write that new chapter, your going to look back on the pervious chapter and see my name, Vertigo's name, Riddick's name, Cage's name, Dissident's name, Ash's name, Lucky La Fay's name and the rest of the guys who started and built this place's names written all over the pages. Your chapter is going to look like a smudge on the page, cause just like you, that chapter is nothing.

[Chris Cortez presses pause]

Chris Cortez: When I spoke of respect, I told you I had none for you. I have none for you or for anyone that has come before me but I do, I have respect for the new generation of LSW. People like the Beast, Dark Carnival, Allen Rage, Phoenix Rising, El Diablo, Morgan Blackthorne, the new generation. We are the future of this federation! The past means nothing anymore. Riddick? He should have stayed where it was PITCH BLACK and huddled in a corner of some cave. Cage? The guy who's just as much a skitzo as YOU Killjoy? The man doesn't even know what the hell he looks like, nonetheless what his damn gimmick is half the time. Dissident? When was the last time he did anything note worthy?! 'Sides lose to Vega?! Ash?! When was the last time we saw him and Dead Cell? Who are deader than dead! The damn guy never seems to be around, some legend, and "next big thing" he turned out to be. As for Lucky Lay Fay? Who? Wasn't she your past bitch or something?

[Chris Cortez takes a sip of his water, refreshed by Syd]

Chris Cortez: You see, the past means nothing. Sure, without them, the present wouldn't exist. However, without me and the new generation of LSW, the LSW wouldn't even exist in this current present, or the future. We are carrying this damn federation into a whole new era, a new time filled with endless possibilities. We will write chapters, lots of them, filled with much more interesting things than anything you old fogies ever produced. Its time we signed our names and staked our claims. TRTN, is the time. It is THE time. The time to decide. To decide if LSW moves forward into the future, or stays in the past. Stays in the past, with all those dead names, which are nothing but dead weight. You two, Vertigo and Killjoy, you are the past. You are dead weight. Your holding us, the new generation down, and its time for you to go. Its time for you to join the past, join all those who are no longer what they used to be. Its time. Its time. Its time for you to realize that you two, just like those names of the past, are nothing today. NOTHING!

[Chris Cortez presses play]

Killjoy: I have nothing do I? I have millions of dollars, a nice house, good friends and a whole heep (heap?) of other good shit. I don't need to do this shit anymore, but I'm still going to do it, why? because I love this fucking business. Where as your only interested in making everyone look like ants when they are compaired (compared?) to you. Maybe its not me who needs to be taken out, maybe its you.

Chris Cortez: Yeah. Millions of dollars, a nice house, good friend and a heap of other shit, bought out of greed. The need for power, the need for management power and the need to have it all. You've had your time to take it all, now you have nothing, and you will forever have nothing. Its time people like me, one part of the new generation of LSW, get the spots that you people of the past have hogged for so long. Its our time now and YOUR time is running out. TRTN will be your wake up call. It will be your last few seconds of a worthy career. It will be THE END of your chapter and the beginning of whole new one! LONG LIVE THE TRUE FUTURE OF LOST SOUL WRESTLING!

[Chris Cortez holds up the LSW World Heavyweight Title and evilly smiles into the camera]

Chris Cortez: ME and the REST of the NEW GENERATION! IT's now OUR time to shine, and your little ray of sunshine, has just dropped below the horizon!

[Chris Cortez continues to evilly smile as he nods to Syd]

Chris Cortez: C'mon Syd, we got some more training to do before the days done.