'What charts, pal?'

'The Japanese and German ones!'

Aaron Axl is standing in an FYE store, arguing with one of the store employees. Aaron, looking like he came straight from a Poison video, as usual, is growing more and more angered with the store and employee with each passing moment.

'Listen, captain, I'm Aaron Axl, I'm a rock star!'

'Who?'

'Aaron Axl. Axe Attack is my band...we were big in Germany in the 80's and early 90's.'

'Ooooh, Mr. Hasselhoff, sorry, I didn't recognize you.'

'HASSEL--WHAT? Buddy, I'm Aaron Axl, Bret Micheals close and personal friend! I can get you fired!'

'Nice disguise, Mr. Hasselhoff, but your copies of Butt Pirate Bonanza are on back order....'

'Hasselhoff's an anal freak, huh? Who would have thunk it...That's besides the point, can you get me a copy of 'Sharpest Cuts', or what?'

'We don't carry that kind of stuff in this store, sir. You can go and check out The Whare' down on 81st Street. All they ever do is smoke weed and listen to Dream Theater.'

'Yeah, thanks for nothing, pal..'

Axl kicks a few displays of CD's before walking out of the store, the camera crew hot on his tail.

'Can you believe people anymore? They have no idea what good music is. Just like Inferno. That kid has no idea what he's getting himself into with Aaron Axl. I haven't even debuted in Mercury, and I know I'm better than every person on that roster. Hell, look at me, I'm freakishly handsome, and I've got a huge--'

'Aaron, you can't say that on TV.'

'What, wrist? Look at this bad boy, it's from all the years of shredding with Micheals. But seriously, what about that Inferno kid? He's bombed more than Duran Duran.'

'So he wants to learn more about me? My life isn't meant to be told to some wrestling fans, my life is for Behind The Music. I'm telling each and everyone of you, right now, that someday I will appear on Behind The Music, just you wait.'

Axl stops dead in his tracks, and looks up towards the roof. His eyes glaze over, a lump appears in his throat. Aaron reaches deep, and holds back the tears.

'Man that will be great. Finally exposing this wasted youth to real music, not some Lakelong Park or Whimp Triscuits. I'm talking METAL, baby. I'm talking what Aaron Axl is all about.'

Aaron winks at the camera, and walks off, mumbling something about 'number one in Germany...' as we fade to black.