A single podium with a microphone sits in front of a backdrop. A number of reporters wait with bated breath, whispering rumors of why they've been called to this press conference today. A few flash bulbs go off as the young A-Lister appears from behind the backdrop and takes his place behind the podium...

"You're probably wondering why I've called you all here today. This isn't about my latest summer blockbuster soon to hit theaters across the world and no, I haven't gotten any of my co-stars pregnant....*snickers* yet."

"Truth of the matter is, I've already conquered Hollywood, I've been to the top of the mountain over and over again winning award after award. I need a new challenge. I want to dominate an entirely different industry. That's why I'm announcing my retirement from movies, effective immediately and I will be taking my talents and good looks to the XWF, the X-Treme Wrestling Federation."

The reporters burst up out of their seats with questions and an endless stream of flashes from the cameras present flood the room.

"Now now, calm down this isn't the last time you'll see this gorgeous face grace the cover of a magazine and all over TV because soon, I'll have that US Championship gold wrapped around my waist. It's about time somebody brought some credibility and star power to that company and I'm just the guy to do that. XWF, consider yourself on notice. Colt Griffin is coming to steal the spotlight. No questions."

The star flashes that million dollar smile of his as he walks off the stage, chased by hundreds of camera flashes and yelled out questions from inquisitive reporters.