[Scene: We open up at Blind Willie's Bar, no house shows, no special events, no nothing. The bartender just stands there, behind the bar as usual, just cleaning glasses. No one is sitting around the bar, its a quiet night, an off night. The ring sits there in the shadows, dormant, just waiting for TRTN. Much like the ring, another thing stands-well, sits-dormant in the shadows, just waiting for TRTN. This thing, is not really a thing per say, its really a person. Not just a person, but a champion and a legend.

Past the unoccupied bar and past the lights, we find that dormant being, sitting there, within the darkness. He just sits there, his eyes closed, within that darkness where the only light, is the glimmer of gold upon his shoulder and of a glass of liquid which sits on the table in front of him.

On the other side of the bar, lies the entrance door to the building, which also stands dormant. Not for long though as it swings open, letting in wind and rain from outside and also a raincoated man. The rain drips off as he takes off drops the hood down, revealing himself to be Syd. The bartender looks at him Syd closes the door and hangs up his coat. Turning back towards the bar, he nods to the bartender as he sits down on a stool.]

Bartender: Whatallit be?

Syd: Oh, nothing for me, Im just supposed to meet someone here.

[From the shadows, from the darkness, comes a glitter of light and then the sound of a glass hitting a table. Followed by the sound of someone getting out of a seat, as another glitter of light is seen, as a figure comes into the light and out of the shadows. The figure is none other than the man, the myth, the true legend himself, the LSW World Heavyweight Champion Chris Cortez, the self proclaimed "One Man Boyband"]

Chris Cortez: Nice of you to finally make it Syd, I almost damn near fell asleep!

[Chris Cortez taps on the bar]

Chris Cortez: Give me another

[The bartender nods as he starts getting the drink ready]

Syd: Well, sorry, but It was hard to get here what with the rain, the traffic and-

[Chris Cortez sits down next to Syd as the bartender puts the drink down in front of him]

Chris Cortez: Whatever, so, who am I facing on TRTN?

Syd: Your facing Buster Payne.

[Chris Cortez goes to take a drink, but suddenly he stops as he has a questioning look on his face]

Chris Cortez: Buster? Buster Poindexter? Why does that name sound so familiar? Hmmmm...

[Chris Cortez drinks more of his drink, putting it down, Syd speaks up and in doing so, answers his question]

Syd: You know, he was the guy who you defeated to win the Whatchamacallit Title, in the First Blood Cage Match.

Chris Cortez: Ohhhhh, right, right. The guy who after losing, bitched and complained that he should have won, because he claimed I had "a small cut above my eye". Man, what a bunch of bullshit, I mean, people will say anything to make themselves look better, wont they? Which is just pathetic.

[Chris Cortez takes another sip of his drink as the bartender just rolls his eyes]

Chris Cortez: So, what has Buster Poindexter been up to sense then?

Syd: Ah, not much really, I don't think I remember the last time he fought or was on a card sense then.

Chris Cortez: Figures, such a one hit wonder he is. I mean, its ironic. Unlike his one hit wonder, "hot, hot, hot", he sure isn't! He's cold, he's dead, he's nothing! After so many weeks, hell, months, away from the woodwork, there is no way he can beat me. He's just another El Burrito, no matter how many times he faces me, the ending will always be the same: I will win.

[Chris Cortez drinks the rest of his drink, tapping on the bar for more, in which the bartender complies too by refilling it]

Chris Cortez: Its kinda strange though that Im facing him of all people, out of the blue all of a sudden, I mean, you don't think? You dont think that maybe he's one of the mysterious three who will jump to the UWA, do you?

Syd: Its possible

Chris Cortez: Well, if that's the case, he better think again. Cuz if he's heading down that street, then he's heading down nothing but a dead end street. He'll become nothing but a memory, nothing but a past loving well-wisher. Not to say that isn't what he is now, for as far as Im concerned, he's already nothing, he's already nothing but a memory. He's just like Wraith, which is someone who not even the UWA cares about. Like Wraith, he hasn't done anything in months, he hasn't said anything in months and frankly, no one gives a damn about him anymore.

[Chris Cortez sips on his drink]

Chris Cortez: Just like no one gives a damn about Softcore Trek anymore, who was also my opponent in that match with Buster Poindexter. Kinda ironic that back then, I beat him as well, to win the Whatchamacallit Title and now, he has the Whatchamacallit Title, all because he beat some stupid ego-ridden snot like Vega. Certainly my victory was much more of a triumph than his win, against another UWA bitch buddy such as Vega. Plus, If I never got rid of that title to go for the World Title, Id still have it, because there would be no way in hell Hardcore Wreck could beat me, just like there will be no way in hell for him to beat me at the PPV. I mean, Ive beaten the little bitch once before, so, what's to stop me from beating him again? Besides, the little bitch wont have any help from anyone, and he always needs help to win, much like that little Vega bitch as well, it seems.

[Chris Cortez takes another sip of his drink]

Chris Cortez: Those two, oh, those two, they are so pathetic. Wreck once again proves that he cannot do anything on his own, he always has to be the bitch of another man, that man is of course Killjoy. He always needs Killjoy to help him, to guide him and to of course screw him. Yes, screw him. Just like last time, its only a matter of time before Killjoy screws Wreck over again, when he's done with him, its all pathetic. Pathetic to think Wreck wound start the cycle all over again, but that's just the kind of dick-sucking bitch he is. He cant do anything on his own, so he has to get help from others, its sickening. He can never do it on his own. Pathetic.

[Chris Cortez shakes his head as he laughs a bit, a drink more of his drink]

Chris Cortez: Now, that Vega, he runs his mouth as if he knows what he is talking about, but of course, he does not. He says that I am not a champion, saying that I must not have won fairly? HA! I won fair and square to become the champion, I am a REAL champion! Not like the man who's dick he sucks, Killjoy! Killjoy cheated to try to win that match, but in the end, he lost because of it. I kept the match fair and square, and I won because of that. I am a real champion and a real true talented legend. His "master" Killjoy, much like him and the rest of the UWA, are nothing! Vega needs to relize this, but he wont, for his brain is so filled up with love for his "master" and his mouth is so filled up with shit and Killjoy's "man juice" that he cant open his eyes to the truth. The truth that UWA is a dead end street and the New Generation is the Freeway to the Future!

[Chris Cortez sips on his drink again]

Chris Cortez: 'Nuff of that bitch, lets move back to the bigger bitch of the moment, let's move back to Hardcore Wreck. For the question remains: come the PPV, come LSW Asylum, is the bitch going to become his own man? Or will he continue to be the bitch of another man? Certainly a bitch such as Hardcore Wreck would be experienced in the way of a strap match, if you catch my drift, so why would he need help? Probably because without help he's nothing. He's always been nothing and he will forever BE nothing! Much like how I beat Buster Poindexter before, and will do so again on TRTN; come the PPV, just like in the match before, I will kick his ass once again! Well, in this case, I'll WHIP his ass.

[Chris Cortez chuckles a bit as he sips on his drink]

Chris Cortez: Much like how I will come out on top at the PPV, I will come out on top on TRTN. And like how Wreck will come out losing at the PPV, he will come out losing on TRTN. For Wreck, like the PPV, on TRTN he will be going up against a member of the New Generation! He will be going up against Jason Crayz, a young man, a man of the future. Not a pathetic old man like Wreck, a man of the past, a man who is another man's bitch, for Jason Crayz, he is his own man! Not a bitch like Wreck! Jason Crayz, Is a man who I have a lot of respect for, much like all of my New-Gen Brethren, for they, like me, know that the future is the key. Past huggers like Wreck and the other old men, they are what is wrong, they are the lock that will ruin the LSW and keeped it locked in the past!

[Chris Cortez drinks his drink down]

Chris Cortez: WE, the New-Generation, we are the key that will unlock the lock of the past and open the door to the future! The UWA, the Alliance of Unwanted Wrestling stars, you are all pathetic. Vega for relying on others to help him win his matches and for being a bitch, Hardcore Wreck for the same, and being a bitch to another man for much longer, for without him, he is nothing. Morgan is pathetic for being a greedy bitch, and those two old men, the fake legends known as Killjoy and Vertigo. They are morons for wanting to keep the LSW in the past, for the past is the ONLY place that they are actually worth anything. Money wise and talent wise. Much like a man said about Vertigo a week ago. A man whom, even if he is not on either side, I still respect, for he is, no matter what he says, will always be a member of the New-Generation, in my eyes at least. That man, is the Beast, for he is a true wordsmith, unlike that rambling old man known as Vertigo.

[Chris Cortez taps on the bar, and the bartender fills it up again]

Chris Cortez: Speaking of Vertigo, let's speak of the man who keeps him close like the bitch he is, let's talk about Killjoy. Now, Killjoy can go on and win his title shot against Goldman at the PPV, he can go ahead and do that. I only wish, that unlike last time, he doesn't resort to cheating and run-ins from his bitches. I hope that if he wins, the next time we fight for my title, he keeps it fair and square like I did. I kept it fair and square, and I won fair and square, he didn't. So, if he wishes to keep it unfair and not square like he did last time, than once again, he will find himself on the losing end of things. Because just like his UWA bitches, without help from others, he is NOTHING!

[Chris Cortez takes another sip from his his drink]

Chris Cortez: Which makes me believe that without help from anyone, without any interference, Killjoy and his best right hand bitch Vertigo, will lose on TRTN. The two old men of the past will have nothing against the might of the two New-Gen alumni known together as the XecutionerZ, Allen Rage and Phoenix Rising! They truly will be the XecutionerZ on TRTN, as they show those old men that their time is over, that they are done, that they are trough! All of the UWA will come to realize that. That the past is not the way to go, the only way to go is that of the New Generation, the way of the future!

[Chris Cortez sips on his drink]

Chris Cortez: I have always known this. Allen Rage now knows it. Phoenix Rising now knows it. Jason Crayz now knows it. RuinNation, Penance and Pariah, they as well, now know it. And soon others will realize it, even if they need the sense of it beaten into them. RuinNation, true members to the New-Generation, they preach about hating America because of its capitalist greedy ways, in doing so, is it no wonder why they hate the UWA? The UWA are nothing but a bunch of greedy capitalists. Well, more like greedy Dictators actually. They want all the title shots, all the money and all the glory, for themselves. They want the LSW to stay in the past, so they can keep control of it all, and still be the top talent. Which is something that will never happen, as long as the New-Generation has something to say about it, and we always will, because we will never die, for we are the true future. The UWA however, the true past, is already dead. At this moment, its only fighting to stay alive, and by the time its all said the done, it finally will be DEAD.

[Chris Cortez drinks down his drink, finishing it off]

Chris Cortez: Put the drinks on my tab, c'mon Syd, let's go get some rest, we've got plenty of training tomorrow, as usual.

[Chris Cortez gets up as Syd nods to the Bartender, who smiles and nods back, with Syd following Chris Cortez to the door. Syd puts on his raincoat as Chris Cortez takes an umbrella from the coat rack and opens it up, as the two step out into the rainy night. The door closes as the camera turns and looks back at the ring, which continues to stand dormant, just waiting for TRTN, much like millions of others]