[Scene: We open up with a shot of the infamous "Hollywood" sign which spreads out across the hills. Above the hills lay the sky, dotted endlessly with millions upon millions of stars. Much like the sky, down below, the town, the city, is filled with its own fair share of stars. Among these stars, is the one, the only, LSW World Heavyweight Champion, Chris Cortez, the "One Man Boyband".

He steps out of his limo as he sniffs the air and smiles as he looks around at his, well, surroundings. His surroundings being the complex of a mansion, the huge type of mansions a movie star would have. Around the mansion is of course the usual swimming pool and attaching garage, which might as well be as big as the mansion itself. The place is fenced off with bricks and has its own entrance, the driveway itself is like a road. Chris Cortez smiles at all this as the driver of the limo takes out his bags and Syd steps out from the back and stands next to Chris Cortez.]

Chris Cortez: Ah, I tell ya Syd, Its great to be home! Away from that hot loser infested cesspool known as Australia and back to the good ol' US of A! Back to Calli. Back to Hollywood. Back home.

[Chris Cortez smiles as he looks at the limo driver taking out his bags, stumbling with them]

Chris Cortez: Oh hurry up! Ive got only a few days here before I have to head on back to LSW Country. I want to make the best of these days of which I got. Days I can spend here, home, with family I haven't seen in years. Mommy and Daddy said they would be here tonight, to welcome me home and throw me a homecoming party. It was nice of them to find time out of their busy schedule, wouldn't you say, Syd?

[Syd looks a little concerned as he looks up at the mansion, which is pitched black]

Syd: I dunno. Looks like no one's home.

[Chris Cortez follows Syd's gaze and looks at the mansion]

Chris Cortez: Nah, of course someone is home! They are probably just taking a nap or something, c'mon, we'll go wake em up.

[Chris Cortez heads to the door and Syd follows as the limo driver still stumbles with all the bags. Chris Cortez struts up to the door and knocks, as the sound of his knuckles hitting the wooden structure echo through out the seemingly empty house. Chris Cortez knocks again, once again, nothing but an endless echo]

Syd: Like I said, they must not be home

Chris Cortez: Of course they are home! They HAVE to be home! They called me and promised me that they would be here to welcome me home, and we were to party and, and, and, aarrrgggghh! Why the hell isn't anyone answering the damn door?! Where are all the butlers and maids?! Surely SOMEONE can hear me!

[Alas, no one does]

Chris Cortez: Fine. Ill just let myself in.

[Chris Cortez kneels down and takes a key out from under a welcome mat. He smiles at Syd with a suave look showing he knows what's going on, although that's debatable. Chris Cortez puts the key into the door and opens it, as it swings open, it gives light to a large dark hallway complete with huge stairs and doorways.]

Chris Cortez: HELLO?!

[Chris Cortez's voice, much like his knocks, ring on forever in the house.]

Chris Cortez: The hell is everybody?

Syd: Maybe this will explain something

[Syd hands Chris Cortez note which was tapped to the back of the door, Chris Cortez look at it and begins to read it out loud]

Master Cortez,
Sorry that no one was able to welcome you back home, we all wish you the best and plan to expect us in the morning. By us I of course mean we the butlers and maids of your humble homestead. At the current moment we are at a Butler/Maid Association Halloween Party. As for your parents, well, your father was called back to a movie shoot and your mother is off finishing a tour for her new album, in which escaped her mind when she called you last night. Sorry for it all and tomorrow we shall celebrate you arrival.
From, Jeebs

[Chris Cortez crumbles up the piece of paper and just sighs as he throws it behind him, almost hitting Syd]

Chris Cortez: Figures.

[Chris Cortez turns on the light as the whole hallway is plunged into light, showing off marble floors and class ceilings complete with chandeliers. Chris Cortez turns back to the doorway as he hears a rustle, only to find the limo driver struggling with his luggage by taking it up the stairs.]

Chris Cortez: Oh for god's sake! Hurry up!

Limo Driver: Yes sir, sorry sir!

[The limo driver, after a few minutes, brings all the luggage up and into the house. He walks back out the door and waits there on the welcome mat with his hand out, looking for something, money perhaps? Whatever the case, he's denied as the door is slammed shut in his face]

Chris Cortez: Well, with no party, might as well skip it and crash. Let's go see what's on TV.

[Syd follows Chris Cortez into a huge living room, filled with plenty of appliances and speaks galore. They sit down on the couch as Chris Cortez turns it on, and finds something of interest: a promo from Killjoy]

Chris Cortez: Ah, yes, the old man who finally lost it all. Ironic isn't it? So much talk, yet not enough action. Glad to see him gone, as finally the grasps of the past has been released on the future, so that it may take off. I supposed last words ARE in order, so, c'mon, lets take a moment to listen to the old man. Listen to what he has to say, what he has to get off his mind, his chest, lets listen to some more ramblings of a has-been.

[Chris Cortez watches it, the whole time, just watching, as at times he looks intrigued, but with a smile on his face as Chris Cortez just shakes his head as the LSW Rewind Show goes to commercial]

Chris Cortez: I see what this is! Its like the rats who have been casted out of the house, only to find a crack in the wall, to get back in. You rats, you sneaks, you've find your loophole, haven't you? Ah Yes, Of course, the brains of the old still work yet. The stipulation was that the career of "KILLJOY" was on the line. The stipulation said nothing of the man behind the man, the one and only Deakin Kalloway. Of course, such a pathetic and desperate loophole would be used by such a pathetic and desperate man.

So, what's the plan Killjoy, oh wait, your going by Deakin now, right? Gee, could have sworn they were the same man. Oh well. If you want to play the damn name game to weasel your way out of something, go ahead. That just goes to show you for the real coward you are. Doing all of this, just so you can what? Get revenge? Ha. Let me guess, your going to bring back Vertigo under a new name as your manager too, right? Man, your pathetic. Pathetic to think that you could ever rise up again. Your through, your over, don't you get it yet? Hasn't your old mind processed the information yet? ITS OVER. YOUR OVER.

It doesn't matter if your Killjoy, Deakin, Stinkin, Freaking, Weepin, Sneazin or what. Your still the same guy. The same guy who lost. The same guy who should no longer be mentioned around here. Your the past, your over, your done, your time has ended. Yet, you cant live with that fact. Its eats you up inside to know that your time is over. That the end arrived and you've faded into the darkness along with it and the past.

So, you play the name game. Go ahead. Come back. Break the rules. Bend em. Try to rise up once more. Try to get your revenge. No matter what you do, no matter what name you go by, your still the same guy. The same guy who used corporate power to gain anything through life. The same guy who kept the real talent down. The same guy who took it all for himself and those who would help him through it all. No matter what you do, the sins of the past will follow your body where ever you go and with what any name you use.

You ARE and always will be the same guy, the same has-been, the same old man, the same corporate hugger who lost his career and lost everything at Hallowicked. Keep playing the name game though, see how far it gets you. See how far the gas mileage on your brand new named car will take you. No matter how far you go, always remember, your still the same old model, just a different year. And just like all the years before it, the model will not pass the test when it comes to the roadblocks known as the new generation of LSW. The future of LSW. People like Me, the LSW World Heavyweight Champion, Chris Cortez, Morgan Blackthorne, The XecutionerZ, the Dark Carnival and of course, your best friend in the whole world: the Beast.

[Chris Cortez just shakes his head as the LSW Rewind Show comes back on to show a promo for Vertigo]

Chris Cortez: Hm, well, If it isn't the old has-been who I defeated at the PPV a few days ago. The man who was truly all talk and hot steam, nothing but. He's gone now, so this little promo of his should be fun to watch, it being his last here in the LSW. Im almost compelled to go get a VHS tape to record it, to treasure the memories, but that's all they will be memories. Damned If I want to even remember such a pathetic soul.

[Chris Cortez watches it, the whole time a bit of a smile and maybe even a laugh here and there come out as Chris Cortez just shakes his head as the LSW Rewind Show goes to another commercial]

Chris Cortez: Now Vertigo, what kind of tone is that? Man, old people really DO get cranky when things don't go their way. Well, sorry old man, but your time of whining and complaining is up. You, much like Killjoy, or whatever name he is going by now, are over. You are done. Also like KillDeakin, you just cant grasp the reality of it. You cant believe it. You cant believe that you lost. Well, you did. Open your eyes. Soak it in. Feel it. Feel your career dying, slowly, and surely. Feel ours, MINE, feel it getting stronger and stronger! An era has ended and a new one has begun! No longer will Vertigo and Killjoy sellout bars, arenas and of course merchandise, but men the likes of ME, the Beast, Morgan Blackthorne, the Xecutioners and other, WE will be selling out the bars. The arenas. The merchandise. As for my CD? You said it hasn't gone NOWHERE? Well, gee, It isn't coming out till Thanksgiving oldman! As for promoting it too shit? Well, GEE, thats what you do when things arint coming out for a while. You promote them so that people will buy it and get interested in it. You should know that from doing promos for PPVs and helping sell tickets. Well, dont worry, that's not in your job description anymore. Why? Cuz you don't have one. Oh, but I do. I have that job now. I and the rest of the new generation will be selling the tickets, millions upon millions of them, from now on. Dont you worry.

All you need to worry about now is sitting back in your rocking chair and doing your bitching and moaning. I see you've already gotten a head start on that. Bitching and moaning: "Oh, ohhhh, I did this, I did that, I deserve this, I deserve that!". Its all the in the past. You DID this. You DID that. DID as in PAST TENSE. Much like you and the career you ONCE had. ONCE as in PAST TENSE. As for you deserving anything? You deserve nothing. Only thing you deserve now is to stay out of the LSW and out of our way, because that's exactly what you deserve like I said before: NOTHING. Now, I don't know what Keakin has in store, but I smell foul play. With it in the form of him coming back under another name. Will you be playing the name game as well? Coming back as his manager or something? I mean, much like him, your name might change, but the body dosent. Much like Killjoy, it will be the same old has-been who proved to the world that he is no longer what he once was. You two we're both proven guilty of being nothing anymore.

So, what makes you two think you can come back, rise up, thanks to pathetic and cowardly tactics, and rise right back up? Whatever it is, whatever the motive, rethink it through, because much like the first time its going to end the same way: you two are going down. You Deakjoy, once called ME a cockroach? Nah, the likes of you and Vertigo are the cockroaches. No matter how much you stomp em out, they keep coming back. Exactly why people call exterminators: exterminators like ME, the Beast of course and others alike who are sick of you two always popping up all over the place. So, go ahead, rise up again, in the end, it will be the same thing all over again, no matter what name you by, your still the same old has-been.

[Suddenly, there is a knock at the door as Chris Cortez turns his attention to it, he looks over at Syd]

Chris Cortez: Who the hell could that be? Did you order a pizza?

Syd: No

Chris Cortez: Hm. Hold on. Ill take care of this intruder onto our private property.

[Chris Cortez grabs the poker for the fireplace as he cautiously moves to the door, grasping the poker in hand. He quickly opens the door only to see a couple of kids there, as they hold out there bags to him]

Kids: Trick-or-Treat!

Chris Cortez: The hell?

[Chris Cortez looks a little confused]

Chris Cortez: Oh. Right. Today's Halloween, isn't it? Ah, well, I forgot and kinda wasn't prepared, but ah, lets see...

[Chris Cortez looks around the hallway and even begins digging through his pockets]

Chris Cortez: Ah ha! Ok, here have some pennies kids.

[Chris Cortez gives each of em a penny as they all look back at him]

Kid: RIP-OFF!

[Chris Cortez just angrily looks down at him]

Chris Cortez: Hey, your lucky I didnt shoot you for being on my property! Now get out of here you damn kids!

[Chris Cortez slams the door in their faces as he heads back to the living room, only for the door to knock again. He sighs as he goes back and opens the door to find some other kids there, dressed up as LSW Wrestlers]

Kids: Trick-or-Treat!

Chris Cortez: Hey, now these costumes aint all that bad. Let's see what I got for you guys.

[Chris Cortez searches his pockets some more]

Chris Cortez: Ah, ok, for the two idiots wearing the Killjoy and Vertigo costumes, Ill give you two NOTHING. Cuz, just like those idiots for whom your dressed as, your NOTHING. Although, Ill give the Killjoy kid a penny, just cuz his plastic sledgehammer is kinda original.

[Chris Cortez gives him a penny, as the Killjoy Kid just looks at him]

Killjoy Kid: You suck! I hope you die!

Vertigo Kid: Yeah!

Chris Cortez: You two brothers or something?

Killjoy Kid: Yeah, he's my little brother, what about it?

Chris Cortez: Just like your so called "Heroes", one relies on the other. Now get out of here you idiots, I don't want the presence of has-beens stinking up my house

[The Killjoy kid takes his little brothers hand, as they head down the steps of the house]

Vertigo Kid: Jerk!

Chris Cortez: Yeah, you walk away! Just like your damn "heroes" walk away in shame for you are NOTHING just like them!

[Chris Cortez nods his head as he looks down at another kid, dressed out all in flashy clothes and looking a bit like, well, Chris Cortez]

Chris Cotez: Say, that's a good costume and look, you even got a plastic LSW World Heavyweight Title belt to go along with it! Here kid, have a 20.

[Chris Cortez hands the kid a 20]

Chris Cortez Kid: Gee, thanks mister!

[The kid starts dancing around]

Chris Cortez Kid: I got myself a twenty
Could buy a lot of candy wit it; plenty
Dont need to trick-or-treat now
Gunna go get some candy, eat it like a cow

[Chris Cortez looks a bit impressed]

Chris Cortez: Keep on working on it, someday, someday you MIGHT become just as great as me...maybe.

[The Chris Cortez Kid walks away as suddenly some kid dressed in a weird costume jumps out of the bushes, not scaring Chris Cortez in the least]

Kid: Boo!

Chris Cortez: Really kid, is that the best you can do?

Kid: I didnt scare you?

Chris Cortez: I saw you hiding in my damn bushes sense I got out here, they arint exactly the best cover. Not to mention, that costume, it isn't really scary. I mean, who the hell ARE you supposed to be?

Kid: Im supposed to be Sammual 'The Dark' Darkkynn

Chris Cortez: Who?

[Syd comes up from behind Chris Cortez, scaring the hell out of him as he munches on a bowl of popcorn]

Syd: He's a new guy in LSW, who your facing on TRTN, in a debut match.

[Chris Cortez tries to catch his breath]

Chris Cortez: Dont sneak up on me like that!

Syd: Sorry.

[Chris Cortez looks back at the kid]

Chris Cortez: So, your supposed to be Sammy the Dark King or something?

Kid: Actually it's Sammual-

Chris Cortez: Look kid, I like the thought. The thought of trying to scare me and dressing up like a new guy in LSW. That shows faith. Faith in a new recruit. Faith in a new member to the new generation. I, like you, have faith in this member. I see things in his future. Its nice to see that he will be coming in and facing me, the leader of the new generation. I will make sure that he is up to the new generation standards and that he can match wits with the best of us. It will be his tryout. His resume. I will see if he has what it takes.

[Chris Cortez looks down at the kid again]

Chris Cortez: As for the scare tactics, well, that he could do without. Many a wrestler have tried to scare me with such stupid gimmicks. From KISS Demons to Demonic Priests to Vampires, Ive seen em all. No matter what they we're though, it was all the same in the end: they didn't scare me, not one bit. They relied on scaring people, intimidating them, to win their matches. Yet, they didn't scare me, they didn't intimidate me. They were shown for the no-talented hacks that they truly are, showing they are nothing without all their makeup and costumes. I just hope that unlike people like El Burrito and Grindstone, someone such as this Sammy can indeed back up more than just what one can see. If not, than Im not sure he truly deserves to be in LSW, apart of the new generation, apart of the future. We will see though. We will surely see.

[The kid just looks at Chris Cortez]

Kid: Ah, my candy, mister?

[Chris Cortez looks at the kid]

Chris Cortez: Oh, ah, right. Let's see here...

[Chris Cortez looks around and grabs Syd's popcorn out of his hands it gives it to the kid, who scurries off]

Syd: Hey!

Chris Cortez: Ah, don't worry. We'll go make some more. C'mon, lets go watch a scary movie or something.

[Chris Cortez closes the door as suddenly eggs ran upon it and a familiar plastic sledgehammer hits it as well as the camera shuts off and the scene fades to black]