Nothing much, cept I hope Allen Rage dosent mind me using him for a brief little cameo at the end.

Also, Vertigo, sad to see you finally go. Remember what I say: outside RP's is different from what is said on the inside. I think you've been a really great contribute to the LSW as a whole, Its sad to see one of its great legends fade off into the sunset. I enjoyed our fued as it lasted and It was a pleasure to have worked with you in that respect. I hope you stick around and do that column, for the LSW might not be the same without a word or two from the mouth of Vertigo, right? :)

[Scene: We open up outside a restaurant, more specifically, we open up outside the Sizzler a few blocks from Blind Willies, in the more better look part of town. The cameraman, camera in hand of course, opens up his van getting out and onto the cold streets. He waits for the traffic and then hurries across the street, quickly heading into the restaurant.

As he shivers the cold off of him, he scans the place, looking for someone, and we all know who that someone is by now. However, the cameraman cant seem to find him so he heads up to the matrede and asks him where Chris Cortez is located.]

Matrede: Chris Cortez? Ah, so, you must be one of the two guests that have not yet arrived. Please, come this way!

[The matrede heads throw the bar crowd and through a birthday party for some noisy kids, taking the cameraman deeper into the establishment. In the far back, in a dark corner, only light from the little lightbulb which is above the table, we see Chris Cortez talking to Syd. The cameraman thanks the matrede who is quick to yell at a couple of kid's fighting in the aisle. Coming closer to the table, the camera picks up on Chris Cortez and Syd's conversation.]

Chris Cortez: Man, first leather straps, now handcuffs! Wreck must be in heaven! I mean, Im sure him and his master Deakin play with leather straps alot, but when Deakin pulls out the cuffs, Wreck must know that he's in store for a real ass whupping! Which of course he is, because at the PPV, that's just what the little bitch will be getting....and, oh, your here, finally, sit down!

[The cameraman sits down as the cameraman looks around for a second, before looking back at Chris Cortez]

Cameraman: You expecting someone else?

[Chris Cortez simply nods as he takes a sip of his beverage]

Chris Cortez: Actually, I am.

Cameraman: Might I ask who?

Chris Cortez: Well, you already have, but, unfourtountly for you, you wont be getting an answer. For, your not here to ask questions, for you have no interviewer with you. Your simply here to get my opinions on current going ons and you tape it. Nothing more, nothing less. Understand?

[The cameraman sighs as he fires up the camera]

Cameraman: Yeah, Yeah, ok, lets just do this..5...4...3...2...

[The cameraman points to Chris Cortez]

Chris Cortez: So, Syd, let me ask you, what do you make of this Beast business?

[The cameraman turns to Syd, who's looking over the menu]

Syd: I dunno, Im more partial to the fish then the steak

Chris Cortez: What? No you idiot! Im talking about THE BEAST, you know, the guy who almost cost me my match on TRTN against that pathetic jobber Buster Poindexter!

Syd: Oh right, THAT Beast...ah, I dunno really, what do you make of it?

Chris Cortez: Not quiet sure, I mean, he says he isn't on either side, he says he's a neutral unit. Obviouslly, plenty of evidence can be said to back this up, what with him attacking both the UWA and recently, me. Plus, he seems to be building his own "force", his own little "army", this "Triad" with his little buddies. Think there's more to this than there seems?

Syd: I dunno...maybe...say, what would you rather have, the fish or the steak?

Chris Cortez: I don't know, It doesn't really matter, just like how it doesn't matter that the UWA got yet another old man added to their ranks on TRTN. You know who Im talking about, right?

Syd: Hmmm...fish...steak...hmm...

Chris Cortez: Syd?

Syd: Fish...St-eh? Oh, yeah, of course, go on....

Chris Cortez: Im of course talking about Dissident, oh wait, I mean "Jayson Striker", how careless of me to forget! But, really, what is up with all this name changing going on within the UWA ranks, eh? I mean, Dis-er, Jayson Striker, is much like his master Killjoy, I mean, Deakin. They're both has-beens from the LSW's past, except in this comparison case, Dissi-er, Jayson Striker is even worse off. I mean, really, when was the last time Dissid-err, Jayson Striker was even around these parts? Not sense he lost to VEGA! VEGA! VEGA OF ALL PEOPLE!

[Chris Cortez laughs, hitting the table as he tries to control himself]

Chris Cortez: I mean, c'mon! How bad can you get?! Man, that old man is as washed up as ever, and you know what? I bet he knows it. He, like the rest of the those UWA idiots, KNOW they are washed up and nothing. I mean, why do you think they are all changing their names to more "normal" sounding names than that of their LSW past names? I'll tell you why. It's because they want to unchain themselves from the past. They want to try and show that they are not what they once were, that they are not old men, they are not has-beens. You know what though? That act aint fooling ANYONE!

[Chris Cortez sips on his beverage, clearing his throat afterwards]

Chris Cortez: It doesn't matter what name they use, they're still the same body. He can be Dissident, Striker, it doesn't matter, he's still the same pathetic old man from the LSW's past! He was nothing then as Dissident, and no matter what name he uses today, he's still nothing with a new name! He's still the same body, he's still the same old man, no matter what name he goes by! All he's doing is living a lie. Living the same lie that the likes of Killjoy is living. Believing he still "has it". Believing he's still "got it". Believing he's still something in this business, when he's not. Him like the rest of the UWA, can beef up their image, can change their names, but no matter what they do, they're still the same old pathetic has-beens of men in bodies from the past.

[Chris Cortez takes another sip of his beverage, as he coughs again afterwards]

Chris Cortez: They are living nothing but a lie believing they still amount to ANYTHING anymore, because they don't. They're done. They're through. They're over. No one gives a damn about them, no one gives a damn about Striker, Deakin, any of them. They don't give a damn about their history either, cuz its just that, history. They're the past, and that is where they should stay, in the past. That's where all of the members of the UWA deserve to stay. If all of them love the past so much, they should just stay in it. There is nothing more pathetic than a bunch old men and their bitches going around, reminiscing about the "good old days" and how they don't like how things are run these days.

[Chris Cortez, again, takes a drink from his beverage, this time, drinking the whole thing down]

Chris Cortez: Well, they need to buck up, because WE, the NEW GENERATION, are in control now. It is OUR TIME now! They're time is over, hell, its BEEN over! They're wasting people's time trying to gain more for themselves, thinking they still deserve time. They don't. They're time is up. The past is past, the future is now and forever. WE, THE NEW GENERATION, ARE THE FUTURE! Either your with us, or your stuck in the past! Which is just pathetic and sad, much like Striker and the rest of the UWA, thinking they still got something to offer in the form of a career. They're career is over. They need to live with it or die trying to keep it alive.

[A nice looking women comes up the table, wearing a Sizzler outfit and carrying a notepad, obviously the waitress]

Waitress: Hello today, Gentelemen, can I take your orders?

Chris Cortez: I don't know, are you one of the specials tonight? Cuz your looking mighty tasty!

Waitress: Ah...thanks...I think...er, what would you like sir?

Syd: Ah, I think Ill have the...hmm...the...hmm..

Waitress: Well, ok, what do you want, sir?

Chris Cortez: Well, I don't know, Im more in the mood for takeout at the moment

Waitress: Well, Im sorry sir, but we don't offer takeout here.

Chris Cortez: Well, what about you? Mind if I take you out then eat you out?

[Chris Cortez smiles as his eyebrows go up in down, the waitress just looks at him in disgust and slaps him, walking away]

Chris Cortez: Hmmm, SPICY! I like that in a women. What I don't like though, is what's currently going on within the "Battlefield", you know? What with Phoenix Rising leaving, thus leaving Allen Rage without a tag team partner at the PPV. That talented kid certainly deserves a tag team partner, don't you think?

Syd: Ah, yeah, sure...hmm...Lamb maybe?

Chris Cortez: Yeah, its too bad his brother, Jason Crayz, is in action that night, Im sure they work well as a team. All for the best though, he is going up against that newest has-been recruit, Dissi-I mean, Jayson Striker. Yet another belt for the New Generation, a belt that the future deserves to hold, not some has-been like Dis-ARRGG-Jayson Striker who cant let go of the damn past. Jason Crayz is a definite shoe-in, as long as the Beast and this Jeff Striker guy keep their distance. Although, since neither of em have pledged allegiance to any side's flag, its hard to tell what will happen. I mean, Ki-er, Deakin, did tell his bitches not to interfere in any of the matches.

[Chris Cortez goes to take a sip of his beverage, but remembers its empty]

Chris Cortez: Damn...well, this is a message going out to all the New Generation'ers out there. We will not interfere in any of the matches either, UNLESS, the UWA strike first. Which, Im guessing, they indeed will, because much like their biggest bitch Wreck, none of their old asses can do a thing on their own. Which of course, brings me back, to Wreck, my opponent at the PPV. No interference, or so it seems at this point, in what was once a leather strap match has now become a shackles match.

[Chris Cortez laughs a little]

Chris Cortez: Like I was saying to Syd here before the camera started rolling, Wreck must be in Heaven right now. I mean, as the biggest right hand, cuz he gets plenty of em, bitch of Deakin, he must be used to this sort of stuff. Im sure Wreck gets plenty of lashings from Deakin everytime he's a "bad little bitch". Then, when he's super bad, Deakin gets out the shackles, and puts Wreck in a little bondage. I bet he just loves that, getting an ass whupping from his master. What he wont like though, is when he's under the same conditions, getting an ass whupping from me, all during our match, at the PPV!

[Chris Cortez looks around, as Syd is still studying his menu, very hard, deciding what to get. Chris Cortez reaches for his drink, but Syd snatches it away, unknowing Chris Cortez was going for it, as he drinks it down himself]

Chris Cortez: I mean, the last time we fought in the ring was the First Blood Hell in a Cell match, back when it was me vs. him and Buster Poindexter. We all know of course what happened to HIM as of late, so there's no doubt in my mind that Wreck will be meeting the same fate. Especially if he's still doing the old "sit in a park and throw stones a birds" training session. He cant rely on his master to help him, that is of course, if his master keeps his word on no interference, although, I have a feeling he wont. If that becomes the case, Ive got my backup, Ill be ready no matter what happens. Will Wreck? As they say in the UK: "Not bloody likely der guv-a-nah!"

[Chris Cortez laughs it up, as he looks over at Syd, still enjoying his drink]

Chris Cortez: You see, no matter what, he'll always amount to nothing. Back when I fought him and Buster Poindexter, I became the Whatchamacallit Champion. I was a great champion! For, no one fought me for it because they knew they couldn't sing as great as me, not to mention wrestle as good as me! I never would have lost it, and Wreck wouldn't be champion, if it wasn't tempted into getting rid of it just so Wreck's master, Deakin, could screw me out of the World Title. Of course, I do indeed have the World Title now, and Hardcore Wreck has the Whatchamacallit Title now. Like I said before, had I kept that title, there is no way Wreck would have the title today. No way.

[Chris Cortez looks as Syd puts his beverage back on the table, and goes to reach for it, but Syd brings it back to his lips to drink again]

Chris Cortez: Besides, me having the World Title and him stuck with the Whatchamacallit Title, shows just how better I am then him. In the time from the match we fought back then to now, I have main evented PPV's and fought in epic fights and become the World Heavyweight Champion of LSW! Wreck? He fought in pathetic jobber matches and countless opening matches and won an easy tournament to win the Whachamacallit Title, which he renamed the "UK PRIDE" Title. Eh. Ive got the World, he's got the UK, much like that comparison, Ive got a whole lot more than him. Not just in the matter of titles, but in the matter of talent!

[Chris Cortez watches Syd, who drinks down his drink]

Chris Cortez: Wreck has a lot of "UK Pride". Well, that's nice and all, but lets remember what the UK used to be. It used to be a powerful monarchy, a powerful country, well, at least the British Part. It used to have the strongest army, the strongest navy, it used to be unstoppable! It controlled most of the world! Then, slowly, bur surely, it lost it all and become nothing but a pathetic little island off the coast of France. Wreck is much like the island he loves so much. He USED to be something. He USED to have talent. He USED to be powerful. Yeah, USED TO.

[Chris Cortez stretches a bit, as he looks at his watch, looking around as if waiting for someone]

Chris Cortez: See, nowadays, much like the place he loves, he is nothing anymore. He isnt powerful, he isn't talented, he isn't anything. He's a has-been. He's a former shell of what he once was. Much like how the UK relies on the US of A to help them, Wreck relies on his master, Deakin, to help him. Well, this time, there will be no help. There will be no master. For, in this match, I will be the master. I will teach you a lesson, Wreck. I will teach you to let go of the past, and if you wont, then I will teach you with an ass whupping, far more painful than anything Deakin has ever given you. Prepare Wreck, for YOUR end is near. Your end will signal the beginning of each of the ends of the UWA, one by one, they will all fall, much like Vertigo already has.

[Suddenly, a figure approaches the table, and Chris Cortez looks up at him as he smiles]

Chris Cortez: Ah, your finally here! Welcome, welcome, sit down, sit down!

[The figure sits down, and as his face comes into the light, we see its none other than Allen Rage.]

Chris Cortez: Well, now that you've made it, we can get down to business, because Ive found the perfect tag team partner for you at the PPV.

Allen Rage: Well? Hurry up and tell me! I want to freaking eat something! I've been training hard all day, and Ive worked up quite a hunger!

Chris Cortez: Im sure you have, now, as for your tag team partner...

[The scene suddenly fades out before we can hear who Chris Cortez's has named as Allen Rage's replacement tag team partner]