[Scene opens up showing the exterior of a 5 star hotel as the camera than zooms up to one of the rooms on the top floor. Cut to Chris Cortez as he is seen admiring himself in the mirror, fixing up his hair as he just admires himself. He’s wearing a big puffy cotton bathrobe, as he looks like he’s just gotten out of the shower. As he combs his hair a few more times, and look at himself, he begins to strike different poses over and over. He smiles as he points at his reflection in the mirror]

Chris Cortez: You still got it, hot stuff!

[Suddenly, there is a knock on the door, as Chris Cortez does a little twirl around then looks back at himself in the mirror]

Chris Cortez: I’ll talk to you later handsome, try not to take all the girls while I’m gone, heh!

[Chris Cortez walks over and looks through the peephole, as he then opens the door for Syd who directs a young man in who wheels a dining cart into the room.]

Syd: Bring it over to the table. No, you idiot! The one out on the patio!

[Chris Cortez rolls his eyes as he walks over to the table as Syd pushes out one of the chairs for him. Chris Cortez walks in front of it and begins to sit down as Syd quickly pushes it in allowing him to sit down. Syd sits down across from him, as the young man takes out two glasses, one for Syd and one for Chris.]

Chris Cortez: So, what you got for me Syd? First I’m facing Mr. Big Bad Voodoo Daddy Space Saladar himself, now all of a sudden the card gets changed and I’m facing Grindstone? What in the hell is going on here? Who in the hell am I facing?!

Young Man: Juice or Milk, Sir?

Syd: Ah, Juice. Now, at the current moment your facing Brimstone, so, your not facing Jayce “The Witchdoctor” Salazar anymore

[The Young Man pours Syd his juice.]

Syd: Thank You

Young Man: Your Welcome, Sir. Juice or Milk, Sir?

Chris Cortez: Milk.

[The Young Man pours Chris Cortez his milk.]

Chris Cortez: It figures, you know. After the beating I gave Wraith last week, its no surprise that the card was change. I bet “Big Bad Voodoo Daddy” Space Saladar was so afraid that I was going to beat him so badly, that he cried and begged the front office of LSW to change the card around, so he wouldn’t have to face me. Speaking of sucking up to the front office, how in the HELL did Wraith, the man I pinned for the 1, 2, 3 last week; get a freaking match to become the No.1 Contender for the LSW Whatchamacallit title?! That should be ME! Not HIM! Who pinned HIM last week? ME! That’s right, ME! He dose NOT deserve another chance to get that title! I AM the man with the TRUE TALENT! He’s nothing but a slow moving one brain celled red retard! They made a very big mistake in giving him such an honor and making such a TRUE TALENTED STAR such as myself, face such low life garbage like Grindstone!

[Chris Cortez takes a sip of his milk, but then spits it out]

Chris Cortez: What in the hell is this?!

Young Man: Ah, It’s Milk, Sir

[Chris Cortez angrily looks up at the young man with an aggravated look on his face]

Chris Cortez: Don’t get smart with me you little punk! What KIND of Milk is it?

Young Man: I’m sorry sir, I believe it’s 2%

Chris Cortez: 2%? 2%?! Do you know who in the hell I am?! I am-

Syd: Calm down, Chris. Let ME handle this.

[Syd gets up and straightens out his expensive looking suit]

Syd: Excuse me, SIR, but do you know who THIS is?

Young Man: Well, I-

Syd: Well, you what?! You gave THIS man, THIS, TALENT SUPERSTAR, 2% MILK?! HOW DARE YOU?! HOW DARE YOU GIVE, SUCH A STAR OF HIS CALIBUR, 2% MILK! A STAR SUCH AS HIM, DESERVES ONLY THE BEST! HE DESERVES SKIM MILK!

Young Man: Yes, Sir. I can go get some.

Syd: Well? What are you standing around here for?! GO!

[The Young Man looks at Syd, then at Chris Cortez, as he nods and walks back into the hotel room as the door is heard opening and closing. Syd looks back at Chris Cortez, as he sits back down and straightens his suit back out]

Syd: I am SO sorry about all of this, I didn’t know, I mean-

Chris Cortez: Forget It, Forget It, ok? Let’s just focus on my match against Grindstone.

Syd: Brimstone.

Chris Cortez: Whatever. Like his name is really important. He’s just another one of these idiots walking around all like “Ooohhh, fear me! I’m all pale and I wear a long robe! I sleep in a casket! I’m of the undead! Spoooooky!”. Give me a freaking break! Doesn’t he, and the rest of these idiots know that Halloween isn’t for like, another 2 months?! Yet, they all walk around, all year round, keeping their whole charade going on. It’s frigging stupid! Someone has obviously stopped the payments on their reality checks because half these morons are so into it they really start THINKING and BELIEVING they are vampires, zombies, voodoo daddies and whatever! It's ironic that the next PPV is called the "Dark Carnival" because the LSW is like a freaking Carnival! Filled with plenty of freaks and sideshows worthy of being on Ripley's Believe It or Not!

[Chris Cortez breaks for a moment to take a drink of his milk, drinking it and not complaining like before.]

Chris Cortez: I mean, unlike them going around THINKING or BELIEVING they are the undead or whatever, I don’t go around THINKING or BELIEVING I am a TRUE TALENT MEGA SUPERSTAR! I AM a TRUE TALENT MEGA SUPERSTAR because I KNOW I AM! Wither its on the stage, or in the ring, I got all of it covered! People like Grindstone and his partner El Burrito go around trying to spook and intimidate people using their “evil” and “satanic” gimmicks, expecting them to be too scared to fight them in the ring! PAH-LEASE! Like I’m going to be afraid of some guys who wear makeup and dark clothes, spitting out food coloring and standing in the middle of pentagrams!

[Chris Cortez takes another sip of the milk, as suddenly the door is hear opening and closing again as the Young Man comes back with a bottle of Skim Milk.]

Young Man: Here is your milk sir, we we’re all out, so I hade to run out to the store a block or so away from here.

Chris Cortez: Oh, well, sorry but I’ve grown to like 2%. You took so long, and I got so thirsty I hade to drink something! So, thanks, but no thanks.

[The Young Man just stares at Chris Cortez, then back at the Skim Milk]

Chris Cortez: As I was saying, all there spooky gimmicks and such, they mean NOTHING to me! I’m not afraid of them, not one bit! Being scary isn’t what matters in the ring, what matters in the ring, is that you wrestle, and that you wrestle GOOD! Good enough to overpower your opponent by out wrestling them in any way possible in order to get the 1, 2, 3! THAT, is the only thing that matters and THAT is what I’m going to do against Grindstone on TRTN! I’m going to out wrestle him, and I’m going to win, it’s as simple as that. Now, how about some of that delicious breakfast I smell?

Young Man: Here you go!

[The Young Man picks up the metal cover covering the breakfast and goes to his Chris Cortez with it but he ducks and slides under the Young Man’s legs from under the table. Chris Cortez pops up from behind the Young Man and as he turns around he gets kicked with Chris Cortez’ patented Super kick, The Mic Check, right in the face! The Young Man falls backwards and right through the patio table completely knocked out! Syd and Chris Cortez look down at him, as Chris Cortez just nods.]

Chris Cortez: I tell ya; I just get no respect, no respect at all. Not to mention no breakfast!

Syd: Shall we go out then?

Chris Cortez: Sure, then we’ll hit the gym. I’ll just go get dressed and we can go.

[Chris Cortez and Syd look back down at the knocked out Young Man, as the camera looks down at him and the scene fades to black.]