This RP took about 12 hours to do, mostly thanks to writer's block, and It will probably take you 12 hours to read it, lol. Anywas, today was a rainy day, nothing to do, stuck in the house, no good TV, needed to RP, so, figured Id go all out with one. Which I did. Now, I need sleep. A lot of sleep. Now. ZZZZZZZzzzZZZZzzzzZZZZZ

We open up inside of the New Generation locker room, where we find the LSW World Heavyweight Champion, Chris Cortez, and his tag team partner, Allen Rage, just hanging out on the couches in their locker room. Chris Cortez sits on one of the couches, reading the monthly issue of the LSW Magazine as Allen Rage just lies down on the other one, seemingly taking a nap. The camera we are seeing all this through isn’t the normal camera we usually see things through, it is actually the "Demon Vision" camera. This is evident due to the Demon Vision logo in the corner of the screen.

We watch for a minute or so, as Chris Cortez just continues to read and Allen Rage just continues to sleep. Chris Cortez then checks his watch as he lets out a huge sigh and then goes to reading again. Allen Rage yawns and rolls over in his sleep. We continue to watch this, this, well, boring and un-entertaining piece of promo as Chris Cortez turns a page in the magazine and Allen Rage yawns once more. Suddenly, the sound of a door opening and closing is heard as Syd then comes into the picture. Syd just stands there in-between the both of them, looking at both of them, as Chris Cortez then speaks up, as he continues to read.

Chris Cortez: What’s the news, Syd? Did you get em? Are they here?

Syd: Yeah, I got the tickets; your flight is tomorrow morning. We should be in Las Vegas by noontime, just in time for lunch! Now-

Chris Cortez: That’s great and all Syd, but what I really meant was are "THEY" here.

Chris Cortez stops reading and looks up at Syd, who looks back at him and nods

Syd: Oh, "THEY", ah, no, "THEY" are not here yet, I told 'em to meet me at the employee entrance out back at 12:00, which is in about, 5 minutes.

Chris Cortez looks at his watch, then at Syd, back at his watch, then at Syd.

Chris Cortez: Then what in the HELL are you doing here for?! My watch says its 12:00! Get out there, now! Took me forever to get some experts to come all the way out here for this, so you better be out there to greet them, NOW!

Syd: Well, before I came in here, the watch out in the hall said it was 11:55 and-

Chris Cortez: WELL, I don’t care what THAT watch said, MY watch says its 12:00, ok, now 12:01, so get out there, NOW!

Syd: Right, right, I’m on it, don’t worry!

Syd runs out the door, slamming it behind him, making a loud noise, which causes Allen Rage to roll and fall off of the couch in surprise. The time on the Demon Vision camera says its 11:56 as Allen Rage groggily mumbles as he gets up and sits on the couch, rubbing his eyes, as he lets out a huge yawn. He holds his head in his hands as he just shakes his head back and forth as Chris Cortez just smirks at him.

Chris Cortez: Heh, another hard night last night? Man, you need to lay off some of that shit for a while. You need to start getting focused on the PPV, you know? Work hard now, party hard later, you know what I’m saying? You ask me to spare off with you, asked me to train you a bit, asked me to help you, well, I will when we get to the arena tomorrow. You just need to start taking this serious, you know?

Allen Rage just continues to rubs his eyes, as he nods his head

Allen Rage: I AM taking it serious man, I just like to party every now and then, and I’m just that kind of guy. I thank you for training me and shit man, and I look forward to it tomorrow and such, but, till then, I just want to have a good time, party and arrrgggg, my fucking head!

Chris Cortez rolls his eyes as he gets up and goes to the little minibar in their private VIP locker room. He opens up the minifridge, takes out an egg and a bottle of something and then picks up a glass from the rack. He pours the liquid into the glass, cracks the egg and puts it in as well, then sprinkles some sort of spice on it all. He then puts everything away and hands it to Allen Rage, who's eyes finally open as he looks at it.

Allen Rage: Ewww, what the hell is this shit, man?

Chris Cortez sits back down and picks back up his LSW Magazine as he continues to read it

Chris Cortez: It’s a Cortez Clan Remedy

Allen Rage: Remedy for what?!

Chris Cortez: Remedy for hangovers

Allen Rage: Seriously?

Chris Cortez: Yeah, just drink it down, it'll make you feel better in no time, just make sure to plug your nose before you do though, it does taste pretty nasty.

Allen Rage stares at it for a few minutes, as Chris Cortez continues to read his magazine. Allen Rage sighs as he holds his nose with one hand and then opens his mouth and drinks it down with the other hand. He swallows as he then releases his hand from his nose and just sits there for a minute. Suddenly he puts a hand to his mouth as he begins to look a bit green, as he runs towards the bathroom. Plenty of puking sounds can be heard coming from it as the minute wares on.

Speaking of time, the time on the Demon Vision camera says its 12:00, as suddenly the noise of a door opening and closing is heard again. Syd comes into the camera's shot, along with three guys carrying equipment with them, as Chris Cortez stops reading his magazine and looks up at them.

Syd: Chris, let me introduce you to Frohike, Langly, and Byers, they are the guys you called.

Chris Cortez gets up and shakes their hands

Chris Cortez: Thanks for coming you guys; I hope you can get this little problem of ours over and done with.

Byers: Shouldn’t be a problem, with this equipment, we're sure to find any hidden cameras, microphones, any bugs in your system that people could be using to spy on you.

Forhike: Yeah, who knows? 'Sides cameras from this Demon guy, we could even find some hidden stuff the government's using to spy on you. I have this theory that the government has a secret pact with people who make buildings. From office to personal. Basically, they put camera, mics, anything to spy on you, in your walls and-

Chris Cortez: Look, I don’t care about your little theories and your government cover ups, just find the damn cameras, all right?

Forhike: Right, well, shall we split up?

Langly: Yeah, Ill take the left side of this room, Byers, take the right, Forhike?

Forhike: Yeah?

Langly: Take the bathroom

Forhike: Great.

Forhike picks up some equipment as he heads into the bathroom, just as Allen Rage exits, still holding his head as he lays back down on the couch. Byers and Langley take their equipment and start looking over the main room as Chris Cortez just goes back to ready his magazine. Syd pours himself a drink, as he takes out three glasses as turns to Chris Cortez and Allen Rage.

Syd: You guys want a drink?

Chris Cortez: Nah, no thanks.

Allen Rage: Sure! I need a bit of the hair of the dog that bit me.

Chris Cortez shoots Allen Rage a dirty look, as Allen Rage looks at him a bit, and then sighs as he puts his face back into the couch's pillow.

Allen Rage: No, none for me.

Syd: All right then, more for me!

Syd pours his drink, as Langley and Byers walks by Syd, equipment in hand, as they start to inspect the walls around the minibar.

Syd: Ah, do you gentlemen want anything?

Langley: No thanks, but, step aside, we need to check this thing out.

Syd: Oh, ok.

Syd steps away and sits down next to Chris Cortez, as Byers and Langley check out the minibar with their equipment. Seemingly not getting a reading from anything near it, they move on. Chris Cortez turns a page in the LSW Magazine he's reading, as he looks at the page a bit, and then just laughs a little.

Syd: What? What’s so funny?

Chris Cortez: It's this article in here! See, every month in this LSW Magazine, they have a poll. People can write or e-mail in and vote for who they think is better in the ring, better on the stick, that sort of thing. Well, this month, they have "Who is the bigger chick magnet"? Morgan Blackthorne or Chris Cortez? Man, is that unfair or what? I mean, c'mon, anyone who is ANYONE knows that I, Chris Cortez, the "One Man Boyband" am the most attractive chick magnet in the world! Heh, get it? ATTRACTIVE CHICK MAGNET? MAGNET? ATTRACTIVE? A MAGNET ATTRACTES? GET IT?

Syd just looks at Chris Cortez, who is laughing a bit, as Syd pretends to laugh along, but stop as he takes some of his drink.

Chris Cortez: I mean, couldn’t he do better than Vixen? Sure, she is hot and all, but when it comes down to it, she's nothing but a cheap little slut. Believe me when I tell you, this girl gets around, right 'round, like a record, baby. She's been with plenty of people before you Morgan even set foot in this federation, so, its not exacting the biggest catch in the sea. Sure, she might be a kick in the sack, but that’s just due to all her experience. She would have experienced Chris Cortez, but I don’t date cheap women.

You see, I don’t know if Morgan remembers some time ago, I mean, he was still here, but, I don’t know if he was really paying attention to the details at that time. You see, some time ago, before my new CD hit the store, in one of her promos, she was listening to my CD. Saying how much she loves it and how much of a fan she is. I knew she had the hots for me, so, in one of my promos, I asked her if she wanted to go get together some time, you know? I told her to leave me a note under my locker room, except; I never saw or found it.

I just think it got lost somehow or someone thought it was trash and through it away, I don’t know, but she did have the hots for me. Every women does, I mean, I’m just so simple irresistible! I got the looks, I got the body, and I’ve got the voice, that just makes the women melt, it gets them hot and steamy, it gets em, horny!

Morgan Blackthorne? PAH-LEASE! He's got NOTHING and I mean, NOTHING, on me! His looks? URG! That mangled face with that long oily black hair? DISGUSTING! That beat, battled and scarred semi-muscled body? SHA-RIGHT! As for that voice? He can scream and rock and rock all he wants, but no man, no man, can match the musical talent and godly voice that I have!

Rock and Roll, it has NO talent. Eh, much like Morgan Blackthorne. It’s all screaming and yelling. You’ll wear your voice out like that. Now my music, the music of love, is sung with a golden god voice, MY voice. It’s the voice of the siren that attracts women near and far, into my arms! Who is the biggest chick magnet? It is none other than me, Chris Cortez! For I only love women worth loving. Not some cheap two-dollar sluts. Sure, she had the hots for me, I wanted to go out with her, but I only wanted to go out with her ONCE, just ONE time, for a little, ONE night stand. A night that neither of us would probably EVER forget.

However, that’s in the past, it never happened, but Vixen Im sure wishes it did. To have been with a REAL man, not some fool like Blackthorne. A fool who decided to start a relationship at the wrong time, with someone of an opposite faction, an opposite stable, thus breaking them up even worse than they we're. One could say its like a Romeo and Juliet story, two lovers apart of two families, who want nothing to do with each other, torn into battle due to the love of two of em for the other.

A simple romp in the garden for a night can do no harm, but a long-term relationship can break hearts and destroy future friendships. The Dark Carnival is dividing more by the day, what with Vixen now pissed over Tatium due to Morgan Blackthorne slipping her a bit of the tongue, just to get the Beast's attention. Who claimed before that Blackthorne was splitting the Dark Carnival in two. Which he is, which he already has.

Vixen hates Tatium, Tatium hates Mistress Vampira, vice versa, and we all know how women are. They hold grudges like its no bodies business! People are saying that due to what happen on TRTN during Allen Rage's match against Mistress Vampira, with Tatium helping her, that they are now back together, buddies, that sort of thing! Maybe they are, maybe they aren’t. It would only need to take one little spark to refuel their hatred fire, and if they screw up or do anything to each other in the tag team match, they wont hesitate to go for each other's throat!

Besides, what about Vixen? Rumor has it she's out for a taste of Tatium's blood, due to what Blackthorne did. Who is to say she won’t cause them the match at the PPV? Huh? Who is to say that Vixen wont get her revenge by costing her once friend, her match, just for kissing "her man"? Huh? Well, I am not saying it’s going to happen, I’m just saying it possible. Anything is possible in that match, but one thing is certain: Me and Allen, we're leaving the Tag Team Champions, getting back the titles that we're STOLEN from us in the first place!

Just because Allen Rage lost against Mistress Vampira, that means nothing, nothing at all! The ONLY reason he lost to that, that, bitch, was because her bitchy pal Tatium interfered in the match. Now, I don’t know who attacked Tatium during that match, but amen to that person. People who cheat to help others win should get what they deserve, a little taste of their own medicine! You see, Allen Rage, he is like 2-1 against Mistress Vampira, and we have already beaten them as a team before.

I have no problem beating up on a women, because no women is better than me, better than biggest chick magnet, the biggest manly man in the LSW, hell, the world, Chris Cortez! All these women, who think they are better than men, they make me sick! We men, we are faster, stronger, smarter, and all around BETTER than any women of any kind! Why the hell do you think we rule the world? Women need to know their damn role, no matter what it is in this world.

These women, Mistress Vampira, Tatium, Vixen, whoever the hell else, need to learn that wrestling, like the whole world, is a man's world. Women stand no chance again us, because we can simply destroy them. To keep themselves safe, to keep themselves alive, these women need to know their place, and that is as a valet for us men. Valets who are only out there to look nice and look pretty and give the fans something to look at. Nothing more. Nothing less.

We, Me and Allen Rage, will prove this at the PPV. We will prove that like everything else in this world, wrestling is a man's world. No women stands any chance against us, none! Thus, they will learn their place. Their place is at ringside, not in the ring. Their place is at home with the kids, not out in the workplace. Their place is underneath me, not above me. Much like every other women I’ve dominated in the bedroom, I will dominate them in the ring. Because that’s just how it is, that’s life, and life, much like women, is a bitch!

Suddenly, in front of the Demon Vision camera, Langley and Byers point their equipment at it, as their equipment starts to buzz and bing, and make all sorts of weird noises. Chris Cortez turns to it, as does Syd, Allen Rage too as he picks his head up off the pillow.

Chris Cortez: What was that?

Byers: THAT, would be the equipment going off, telling us, that one of your little cameras is right...HERE!

The Demon Vision camera moves out of where it was, as Byers holds it in his hands and looks down at it.

Chris Cortez: Let me see it.

Byers hands it to Chris Cortez, who holds it in his hands as well, looking down into it.

Chris Cortez: How do you like that Mordrid? Huh? Looks like we found your little cameras, kind of ironic that recently, we've only seen them in OUR locker room! Now, why is that? Huh? Why is it that the cameras have only been in the NEW GENERATION locker room? Ill tell you why! Its because you're starting your own little faction, your own little stable, your own little group, and you want to spy on the opposition! You want to hear our plans, hear our strategies and you want to use anything and everything to use against us!

Why else did they just happen to be in our locker room the night of the PPV? So you could reveal our little plan, which you of course saw earlier before, thanks to the cameras. Of course, this was all revealed thanks to one of your little members to your corporate faction, your little buddy, the Beast. You gave him the footage, he announced it and it gave you the PERFECT reason for giving him a title shot, just so you could get it out of my hands. However, that didn’t happen, did it? NO, I DIDNT!

Beast, I saw your little ranting and raving session after the match, after TRTN went off the air. Except I call it more like crying and bitching. That’s what It sounded like to me. You we're simply mad, simply outraged, and simply furious that you lost! Above all us though, you we're simply JEALOUS! Jealous that I won the match, and YOU lost! Jealous that I’m stick the champion and your not! Over all, your pissed off that even though you and Mordrid planned it all out, I still came out the winner!

You can bitch and moan all you want about me using illegal means to win the match, but the way I see, sense you got INTO the match unfairly, it all works out in end! Many people say that if Morgan Blackthorne didn’t show up, you would have choked me and I would have collapses out of breath, and thus, you would be the champion! EH-EH! You see, to any lame blamed idiot who KNOWS wrestling, to keep the fans on their feet, you DONT raise your hand back up in a chokehold till the THIRD AND FINAL one.

I was just doing what any wrestler would do; I was doing my job, keeping those fans entertained! If you hadn’t taken me out of that hold by yourself, I would have done it by myself! Had that happened, had Blackthorne not shown up, I still would have won! You can bitch and moan about the knucks all you want, but like I said, it was just poetic justice! You didn’t deserve to be in that match, you were unrightfully put in that match, so I unrightfully took you down and I showed you that I am the most dirtiest player in the game and you are not even at my level!

Not to be confused with Ric Flair, of course, BUT, speaking of people you confuse other people with, you seem to be confusing Syd with another manager in wrestling. Syd will not leave me if the World Heavyweight Title leaves my shoulder, which of course, it won’t. If it happened to, it would only be because I was screwed out of it. IF that was to ever happen, Syd wont be leaving me corner, never, EVER! Right Syd?

Syd: Of course.

Chris Cortez: Of course! Beast, try as hard as you might, you can’t say ANYTHING or do ANYTHING that will break me and Syd up! We are a team! We are business partners! Above all else, we are FREINDS! FRIENDS TILL THE END! Speaking of friends, Beast, what about YOURS? The Dark Carnival seems to be splitting apart, doesn’t it? All the little bitchy buddies, all the women, which make up most of the Dark Carnival, are tearing the damn stable apart! Thanks all to Morgan Blackthorne, who of course, cost you your match against me!

You say we will meet again? Maybe. Maybe we will. I think you have bigger things to worry about first, Beast. I think you need to worry about the splitting up of the Dark Carnival, especially he who started that, Morgan Blackthorne. I think you need to worry about him first. Worry about me second. Then worry about we're your career really is going, as I will certainly show you a second time, whenever that time will be, that wither you like it or not, I’m the best thing going today!

Forhike: Hey, guys, I found the second camera in the bathroom.

Chris Cortez: Good, that will show that bastard Mordrid, that no one, NO ONE, fucks with the New Generation, especially Chris Cortez! First he does this shit, then does the shit with the Beast, then costs us our damn tag team titles! Thanks to that, me and Allen got that damn match at the PPV, against the UWA, the Dark Carnival and RuinNation. Speaking of those bastards...

Chris Cortez looks down into the Demon Vision camera again

Chris Cortez: I know you two will see this soon, as now your working for Mordrid, in his little corporate stable, along with the Beast. All in the name of getting a shot at the Tag Team Titles. You bastards go around bitching and moaning about how the United States and its people are too damn money hungry and all this, when you too are so hungry for gold in the tag team title form! That’s ironic, isn’t it?! I mean, what is this? The old do as I say, not as I do theory? Huh? Sometimes I think your talking out of your asses half the time from all the shit you spill!

Now, I know your whole gimmick is that of "Anti-Americans" and such, so, by that, you think that calling the likes of ME a damn money chasing capitalist, you will in turn, insult me? That by talking shit about this nation, you will in turn, insult me? Not in the slightest! Like you pointed out, my last name is of Hispanic dissent, my last name, is Cortez. It IS very Hispanic sounding, isn’t it? That’s because it is! My father is Hispanic, the great actor, Carlos Cortez! As for my mother? The great singer? Bethany Crockett? She isn’t Hispanic, she is indeed American!

Now, sit back and relax, and Ill give you a little history lesson! My father came over to the states around his college years and went to Hollywood to become an actor. His parents, poor as they we're, spent lots of money just to send him there. While there, while going to collage, he met my mother, who was studying music and the like. They met, talked, couple dates later, shabam shaboom, they are going out and soon enough, married and a year or two later, I was born.

I might not look Hispanic, but that’s due in part to getting more of my mom's features and genes or what not, than my Dads. The fact still remains that well, yeah, to put it bluntly, due to my last name, of my fathers, being Hispanic, I DO have Hispanic roots. Now, you call me a capitalist pig and all this, some money chasing fool like the rest of Americans? Well, I am. You then say that this is something I should be ashamed of? Well, I’m not!

Like you say, this is America, this is a place of greed, a place of power, and a place fueled by money! Money talks and shit walks as they say. Like how I got a lot of my mom's features and my mom's genes of her family, I got her voice. A voice, which has gotten her plenty of money, like how my dad's acting, got him plenty of money. You say I’m nothing but a manufactured pop icon? That might be. That just might be. The fact of the matter is that I am a SUPER MEGA TALENTED pop icon, one that makes money, plenty of money!

You know what I think this is really all about? I think this is really all about one thing, and one thing only, and that is of course, JEALOUSLY! Your jealous that I have money, that I didn’t come from some poor ghetto or whatever, that I always hade money, and I always got what I want! That every Christmas, Id get hundreds of gifts, while you we're lucky if your boozehound dad ever bought you one! People say that people are products of their environments. Well, I was surrounded by talent, and I am MEGA TALENTED! I was surrounded by money, and I got money, tons of it!

You? You probably we're surround by shit, and you turned out to be nothing but it. You we're surrounded by food stamps, so you’re always hungry for better things. All your life you've been jealous. Jealous of people like me, the rich folks, the rich side of town. Always wanted what we wanted, but never been able to get it. All because you came from a deadbeat neighborhood. A deadbeat section of town, that no one, especially the US government cared about.

That is why you’re so pissed off at the United States, all because you feel that you we're cheated out of everything. That because of them, they let you be poor, and they let people like us be rich. You have all this hatred and anger rising, that you’re pissed off! Your pissed at the government, your pissed at America, all because of your horrible lives you've had to lead in the country sense you we're born! Well, you know what I say? I say LIVE WITH IT!

Everyone has a place in society, and yours is right where you always have belonged: THE BOTTOM! People like me, we belong where we have belonged since the dawn of man: THE TOP. We are better, smarter, quicker, richer, stronger and all around better than you sewer rats! You no talented hacks! We, are the one's who rule and control the world, you pathetic beings our just lowly peasants, and you always will be! That’s how it always was, and that, is how it always will be!

You guys claim to have some dirt on us? On me? On Allen? On Jason? On the New Generation? Shit that will scorn our names and make shames of our names? Well, isn’t that just a low down dirty poor-man's trick? Yeah, it is. Its called BLACKMAIL. Lying and cheating, it’s all you poor people know how to do to get by in life. You street rats steal from others, you weasel your way of things, because THATS the ONLY way you know how to get anywhere in life!

You think that by making this bullshitted stuff you got on us known, it will bring about the end of the New Generation? AH-NO! It doesn’t matter what you lowly life pieces of crap have to say, not at all! The fact of the matter is that, you will always be no-talented cheap pieces of shit, that the likes of me step on and whip off our shoes! Your simple little nuisances that come around ever once in awhile, which we simply stamp out, and go about out business. You fools are nothing, simply, nothing!

At the PPV, in the tag team title match, we will prove that. Prove that rich will always topple the poor, for the rich have the money, and they have the power. The poor have nothing. You guys are nothing. You just a bunch of well wishers who think you are something, but your not. You cant live with this now, but after the PPV, you will have to. As we will show you that you are just that, nothing. You always have been nothing and you always WILL be nothing! You will come to realize this, you will know, you will be ruined; you will know your RUINNATION!

Chris Cortez smirks at the camera, as hands the camera to Forhike, who is holding the other camera in his hand.

Forhike: Ah, so, what do you want me to do with them?

Chris Cortez: Why don’t you go install them in some other people's locker room, mainly Mordrid's locker room, hell, maybe even the UWA's! Syd, show them out, and show them some good places to install them, and then pay them.

Syd: Alright, come this way gentlemen

Syd heads towards the door, as Forhike, Byers and Langley follow him. Forhike still carrying the cameras, as we're still seeing out the vision of the cameras.

Forhike: Let me just turn these things off...

Chris Cortez: Say, where is Jason?

Allen Rage: I don’t know, I think he's outside on the loading dock, said something about needing to think, I don’t know.

This is the last thing we hear as the cameras suddenly go black. A few minutes pass as suddenly light comes back as we fade into seemingly another camera, a camera that is outside, as the snow is falling and accumulating on the ground. The camera looks around, to find itself in the backyard so to speak, of Blind Willie's Bar, in the loading dock to be precise. The camera looks to it's right to see a large truck, loading in Beer and other alcohol to the bar. A perfect time to do so as with the LSW out of town for a few days for the PPV, its the perfect time to restock as the bar will be quiet for a few days.

The camera turns back to the left as we see Jason Crayz, sitting on a metal chair, wearing a hooded sweatshirt. He just sits there, starring off into space, as he then lets out a big long sigh. His breath seen in the cool crisp air as he does so, he just continues to look off into space, as he lets out a long sigh once again. He picks up a bottle next to him, and drinks it, as he then gives thumbs up to one of the loading guys, who gives a thumbs up back. Obviously he gave it to him. Jason Crayz just keeps starring as he then opens his mouth to speak.

Jason Crayz: Last week, that bastard Mordrid, with his hidden cameras, caught me in quite the act last week. An act which I’m sure even Mordrid has done before, but the fact of the matter is-

Suddenly, the door behind Jason Crayz opens up, as Chris Cortez steps out and looks around, seeing Jason Crayz. Jason Crayz turns around and sees Chris Cortez, and nods at him, as Chris Cortez comes over.

Jason Crayz: Hey, sup?

Chris Cortez: Oh, I’m sorry man, I didn’t know you we're out here shooting a promo, I can come back later if you want.

Jason Crayz: Nah man, Its ok, we can always reshoot it, btw, you want a beer? It’s free

Jason nods to one of the loaders, who nods back, Chris Cortez sees this, but just shakes his head

Chris Cortez: Ah, no, no thanks. I just came out here to see how you are doing. You've been acting kind of, you know; down in the dumps sense TRTN. Sense the whole thing with Mordrid's hidden camera catching you in the act of, well, you know. I figured Id just let you know that we found the cameras, they are gone now, and so it’s ok now.

Jason Crayz: That’s great and all, but it’s not ok. Just because the damn cameras are gone, that doesn’t mean that the damn problem is gone with them. The damn fact remains that what Mordrid has been doing is wrong, plain wrong. From using hidden cameras on us, to screwing you out of your tag team titles and catching me in private time. Those facts still remain. As long as they do, as long as they go un-touched and go un-noticed, it will never be, ok. I will get my payback on him, so will you, so will Allen, we all will, we'll get our payback, someway, somehow, someday.

Jason Crayz picks up his bottle of beer, as he takes another swig of it down; as he lets out another long sigh.

Chris Cortez: Your right. Your very much right. The facts still do remain. Your right about the payback as well, we will get it, but don’t let it all get you down in the dumps man. That’s just letting Mordrid get to you more. By making you depressed, by making you feel embarrassed about being caught doing what you do in front of the world. Letting him get to you is letting him control you.

Jason just kind of shrugs

Jason Crayz: I guess.

Silence fills the loading bay for a few minutes, well, minus the loud noises from the loading crew

Chris Cortez: Well, I heard you trying to rap last week, it, was, well, pretty, good.

Jason Crayz: No it wasn’t. You’re just saying that to cheer me up. Your the lyrical master in this group, I was just trying to see If I had what it took to match wits. But, I don’t.

Chris Cortez: Well, true, true. Your not, well, THAT bad, sorta, you just need some lessons from the Grandmaster Double C, let me rap a bit for ye, and you’ll see!

Chris Cortez starts to dance around a bit, as he then starts to freestyle rap, as Jason listens on.

Chris Cortez: Well, so, they caught you masturbating
They be making fun of you
Cuz they just cant be relating!
Due to them not having the tool to screw
They got nothing down below
Nothing making the ladies go oh-oh-oh!

Chris Cortez dances some more, bopping his head to his words, as the loading dock crew stop and listen along with Jason Crayz

Chris Cortez: They're jealous
So they're being rebellious
As they cant compete
You've got em beat
Cuz they have nothing
Below the belt
No meat to have felt
No pleasure dealt
To any women of any kind
They're out of their mind
To think they are better
Just because of that
It’s a fact,
That it don’t matter
That you masturbate
So let me reiterate
At least you have one to use
They don’t, so they lose
This round and the others to follow
They be going down, feeling the sorrow
Of defeat, soon to be buried
SIX FEET DEEP!

Chris Cortez stops dancing, as some of the loading crew workings clap and cheer him on as Jason Crayz smiles and nods his head.

Jason Crayz: True dat, True dat.

Loading Crew Worker: Hey! What about you Boyband? You’re a man, heh, right? Don’t you ever do that shit?

The loading crew laughs as Chris Cortez starts dancing again, and faces the Loading Crew Worker, as he continues to rap some more.

Chris Cortez: Nah man, I don’t do that shit
I get my hit, from the clit
Of a chick
Insert my dick
Pump it in
Pump it out
That’s what its all about
Making the ladies shout
And scream my name
As I’m making em spasm
From an orgasm
Like a roller coaster
Up and down
All around
Grind left, grind right
All day and all night
Giving em pleasure
That you just can’t measure
As I rock their world
Right off the rictor scale
Something the likes of Morgan cant do
He can only fail
To deliver
As I’m making the ladies quiver
They all want me
Can’t you see?
I’m a man’s man
The one with the plan
The one and only Devine
Sweating love potion number nine
All the women flock to me
With me they want to be
I’m in heaven
But Im so handsome
I must be sinning
Making so many ladies cum
To me, so I ask ye
Why masturbate?
When I got so many gals
To take on a date?

Chris Cortez stops dancing, as he looks at the worker who was busting his chops before, as he just laughs and claps along with the other loading dock crew. Chris Cortez turns to Jason Crayz, who claps as well, as Chris Cortez nods in approval.

Chris Cortez: Now, THAT, is how you rap!

Jason Crayz: Ill say! Man, you got to show me a thing or two bout that!

Chris Cortez: Don’t worry, I will, later. Your bro wants me to train him as well, Ill show you a thing or two as well when we’re training. Now-

Suddenly the door to the loading bay opens up, as Allen Rage sticks his head out and sees Chris Cortez and Jason Crayz, as they too turn their heads and look at him.

Chris Cortez: Out of bed, finally, I see?

Allen Rage: Yeah, the damn production assistant crew member or whatever woke me up, knocked on the door and told me we we’re on in like, 5 minutes, or something.

Chris Cortez: Alright then, lets go out there and give the world a piece of our mind, shall we?

Jason Crayz: Fucking A, lets go!

Jason Crayz gets up and goes through the door, followed by Allen Rage, as Chris Cortez heads inside as well, leaving the camera to fade out as the loading crew continues to load beer into the storage area of Blind Willie’s Bar. The camera fades back in as we found ourselves in the main room of Blind Willie’s Bar, where the ring still stands, amongst all rampway and the rest of the set, which will soon be packed up and sent to Las Vegas. The crew who would, or should, be doing this now is at the Bar, drinking it down and laughing it up. Suddenly, the speaker system kicks on, as three familiar voices are head.

Jason Crayz: Out with the old

Allen Rage: In with the new

Chris Cortez: If you don’t like it

All Together Now: THAN FUCK YOU!

“My Generation” by Limp Bizkit hits the speakers as phyros hit the stage, followed by Jason Crayz and Allen Rage, who come out side by side. They then get to the edge of the top of the ramp and then do a point to the entranceway, as Chris Cortez, the “One Man Boyband” and LSW World Heavyweight Champion, makes his way out to the top of the ramp as well. He stands there, between Jason and Allen, as he then gives them a high five each as they then head down the ramp towards the ring, all at once.

They slide into the ring as Jason and Allen hit the turnbuckles, and pose on the top of them as Chris Cortez stands in the middle, posing as well. The music stops as Allen and Jason get down from the turnbuckles and stand next to Chris Cortez, who has a mic in hand. He motions for the camera to come into the ring, which it does, as Chris Cortez then starts to talk.

Chris Cortez: There, that’s better. Now, let me talk about the one piece, or pieces, of the puzzle that I haven’t even mentioned or touched base on during this entire promo. I mean, why talk about it? It’s such an old topic by now, what with more interesting going on’s well, going on. Suppose I should touch base on it, as it is an important piece to the puzzle come the PPV. Concerning each of the matches I am in.

This piece of the puzzle is of course, the UWA, the already stale product that much like its members, is passed its expiration date. As much as Killjoy/Deakin would want people to think they are family, everything is all hunky dory, and all that shit. The simple fact of the matter is that, well, it isn’t. Besides Killjoy/Deakin, who really shows his UWA colors in their little promos? Not Ash, haven’t even heard a peep from him sense his “grand return”. Same goes for Vega, or, is he not a member anymore? I can’t really tell. Morgan Blackthorne barely mentions ANYTHING UWA or wears the colors, or slaps the logo in your face, nah, nothing like that.

The only other soul that I can think of is Hardcore Wreck, then again, he hasn’t said much in awhile and hell, hasn’t won much in awhile either. Same goes for the only other soul, which really supports the UWA colors, a one Jayson Stryker. Now, at the PPV, Jason Crayz, he’s got a match with ol’ Dissident, I mean, Jayson Stryker. For HIS LSW Extreme Title, a Title in which Jason Crayz RIGHTFULLY won FROM Jayson Stryker. This match just isn’t for the Extreme Title; it’s also to qualify for the LSW Rumble. I know who is going to win, who will retain his LSW Extreme Title and qualify for the rumble, and that is my man right here, Jason Crayz!

Chris Cortez points to Jason Crayz, as he holds the mic out for him and Jason takes it with Allen Rage pointing at him as well. Jason puts the mic to his lips and goes to talk as Chris Cortez and Allen Rage stand back up and watch him as he speaks.

Jason Crayz: Like you said Chris, I do indeed have a match with Jayson Stryker at the PPV. This will be the fourth time in four straight weeks that I’ve had to face him in some form or another with this LSW Extreme Title on the line. The first time being the PPV, where I faced him one on one with the Beast and Jeff Striker/Stryker serving as special referee and special enforcer. Now, some might say that I won just because Chris and Allen helped him out. Not the case. As the week after, I beat Stryker in a TLC Match, my kind of match, complete with a third man, Jeff Striker/Stryker. I walked out of that match, the winner, retaining my title. The next week, last week, I faced off against Styker AGAIN, but this time a match like no other. The dreaded UFC Octagon Match.

Now, the audience might not have seen it due to technical difficulties, but Stryker, we both know what really happened. What really happened out in that junkyard, out in that octagon, that UFC style ring and match. We both know that I kicked your ass. Which is exactly what I’m going to do once again, for the FOURTH TIME IN A ROW at the PPV! I’m going to walk into that match, I’m going to throw your old man ass around and prove to you, like I have four times thus far, that the New Generation, is the only way to go! Not only will I prove this at the PPV, but also so will Chris and Allen. We might have been in the dumps for the past few weeks, but the PPV, it will be the turning point. Isn’t that right, Allen?

Jason Crayz points to Allen Rage, as he holds the mic out for him and Allen takes it with Chris Cortez pointing at him as well. Allen puts the mic to his lips and goes to talk as Chris Cortez and Jason Crayz stand back up and watch him as he speaks.

Allen Rage: You damn right! Besides the Tag Team Title match, I’m going up against El Toro, the self-proclaimed luchadore of the LSW. I’m not going to take that title away from him, it fits him, he is a luchadore, I will admit, but he isn’t the only one. He thinks that I cant match his speed? Match his wit? That he is going to outsmart me at every turn? Not the case, not the case at all. He says that experience means nothing, and even a rookie like him will outwit me, out speed me and out trick me? I doubt it. I’ve tangoed with the best of them and you my friend, as good as you are, aren’t the best. I am the best and like they say, mess with the best, die like the rest. For, no matter how fast you are, I am faster. No matter how much with you have, or how smart you are, I’ve got more and I am smarter.

Also, about relaxing instead of training, it doesn’t really bug me, hell; I’ve been partying myself. Really though, it doesn’t matter how unprepared or prepared either of us are for this match, the fact of the matter is that we’re both unpredictable. We’re both highfliers and we’re both trained in the art of the luchadore. The only real question is: which of us is better? I would venture to say, that well, it is me. You talk of taking down RuinNation, well, believe me, they are not a tough team, not at all, which is something me and Chris will prove at the PPV. If you think I am going to be some simple push over like RuinNation, think again El Toro. The fact of the matter is that, as good as you think you are, I am better. Remember that, remember that well, because by the end of our match, if you thought it was fiction before, you will see it as pure fact, after I’ve pinned you for the one, two, three! Right, Chris?

Allen Rage points to Chris Cortez, as he holds the mic out for him and Chris takes it with Jason Crayz pointing at him as well. Chris puts the mic to his lips and goes to talk as Allen Rage and Jason Crayz stand back up and watch him as he speaks.

Chris Cortez: That’s right, much like how I will also defeat Killjoy/Deakin, to once again, retain my LSW World Heavyweight Title! Killjoy/Deakin, I saw you looking into the mirror in your latest promo, reassuring yourself that everything was ok, everything was all right, and that you we’re going to beat me at PPV! Too anyone who hasn’t seen this piece of footage, let me show you!

Chris Cortez points towards the Huge Screen O’ LSW as Killjoy/Deakin’s latest promo airs, showing where he was looking into the mirror and talking to his reflection

Jack Douglas: What do you see?

Killjoy: A time, place, and person of long ago. It was over a year ago that there was no 'new generation' or 'old man' bullshit. You were judged by what you did in the ring. Well, I lived and died in that ring. Now, kids like Cortez and Rage live in that ring while I'm well and truly dead. As Ric Flair said on RAW the other day, someday, you'll have to look into the mirror and realize that your no longer 'The Man'. Well, I'm looking into the mirror and all I can see is this belt on my shoulder that tells the world that I still have a chance to become 'The Man' once again. Two weeks ago, the 'old men' of LSW showed the 'new generation' how things are done. Sure, we got our ass kicked for most of the match, and sure, Cortez and Rage did use a couple of chairs to finish me off, but in the end things changed. Mordrid came out and finally put Cortez back in his place and because of that, Wreck and I are the LSW Tag Team champions once again.

The footage stops as the camera looks back at Chris Cortez, who just smiles and laughs a bit.

Chris Cortez: You know Killjoy/Deakin, its funny that you mentioned Ric Flair. Many people see him as being WAY past his prime, not being what he was before and being a shell of his former self, gee, that’s pretty much what many people say about you these days. Like Ric Flair, you’ve come back for way too many “one last run”. I mean, didn’t you lose a freaking CAREER match? I could have sworn you did, but here you are, back once again, one match away from being right back at the top, once again! How convenient, eh? Almost as covenant as how you won that Tag Team Title which is on your shoulder, isn’t it? Getting help from management to win it, I mean, it isn’t like you’ve never done that before, right? C’mon! Your not “the man” once more, your nothing but “the old man”. You said it yourself, your in a new era, a new time, your in the New Generation Era, your in the future! You just don’t fit in this time frame, you’re stuck in the past, you can’t deal with the generation gap, and you can’t deal with the future. You look into that mirror and remember a time long gone, well; it’s just that, a time long gone! That time, is the past, we are now, we are here, in the future! A place where you, much like the rest of the UWA, the past loving old fogies, don’t belong anymore! You’re no longer what you used to be Killjoy/Deakin, your no longer “the man”.

What you see before you, right here, right now, is truly, “the man”. This man is the most talented super mega star in all of wrestling! He is a former Whatchamacallit Champion, former Tag Team Champion and current World Heavyweight Champion! He is the “One Man Boyband”, Chris Cortez! I am “the man”! I am “the man” of the future! You are nothing but “the man” of the past, “the old man” of the past. Like Ric Flair says, if you want to be the man, you’ve got to beat the man, WOOOOO! So Killjoy/Deakin, if you really think your still “the man”, If you still really think you have what it takes, you still have it, then lets see if you do. Lets see if “the old man” can topple “the new man”. Lets see if you can teach me a thing or two in our match at the PPV, the 2 out of 3 falls match, for MY World Heavyweight Title.

Now, it is interesting to note that this match, is indeed a 2 out of 3 falls match. Those matches, are regular matches. Straight forward, no gimmicked, wrestling matches. You Deakin/Killjoy, have NEVER, EVER, beat me in a straight forward, no gimmicked, fair and square match up! The only matches you’ve beat me in are tag matches and that extreme match we partaked in at Devil’s Night 2. Which makes me wonder, will you be able to tackle me on your own? With no one or no thing to help you? No tag team partner and no weapons of any kind? Personally, I highly doubt it!

Your like a old man in the right that you need some sort of handicap to beat me, wither it be some person or some thing. Which just goes to show who truly is that much more talented. Which of course, would be me, the Double C, Chris Cortez! Not you, the old fogies, the old man of the past, the has-been, the never was and the never will, Killjoy/Deakin! At the PPV, you will come to realize that although you think all I say is shit, in the end, it was pure gold. It was right and I was right. The end is coming, your end, is coming, and its coming at the PPV. Trust me Killjoy/Deakin, the end is near. The wait is over. Your Armageddon comes at the PPV, in our match, as your one last run, finally comes to an END!

“My Generation” hits the speakers but Chris Cortez waves his arms as the music fades out

Chris Cortez: I didn’t say I was DONE, I still have one more piece of business to take care of! That of course, is the revealing of the NEW member to the NEW GENERATION! So, without further to do, let me introduce him, he is…

Chris Cortez points to the stage, but then stops, as he goes back to normal stance

Chris Cortez: Actually, I think Ill wait to announce who he is. Killjoy/Deakin said he knew who it was going to be, so, Killjoy/Deakin, why don’t YOU tell the world the next time the cameras in your face, just who the new member is? Let’s see if you really know who it is, for we all know, that If I revealed him now, the next thing you would say would be: I knew it was him, didn’t I say I did? So, Killjoy/Deakin, surprise me. It’s the last surprise you will be making on your part, because at the PPV, I’m going to surprise you, being such the damn skeptic you are, by winning our match at the PPV. Proving that new is in, and old is out, and if you don’t like it, if you don’t like me, and my generation, than fuck you! Because, like Ric Flair says, “wither you like it or not, it’s the best thing going today!”

“My Generation” hits as Chris Cortez evilly smiles, as he brandishes his LSW World Heavyweight Title in front of the camera. Jason and Allen Rage stand side to side with Chris Cortez, as they pose, pointing at Chris Cortez, as he continues to brandish the World Heavyweight Title in front of the camera, and evil smile on his face the whole time as the camera fades out.