Joey: Hold on a second Trunks, the Main Event isn’t scheduled until later on in the night, we have a full show to go yet. What’s going on here?

Trunks: Who cares? We get to see Izzy!

And sure enough, just as the lights blast back on with a few shooting blue pyros, Isabella Taylor herself storms out through the curtains, Championess Title slung over her shoulder. She’s still in normal attire, a pair of jeans and a small belly top, so she doesn’t intend on getting into any serious competition here, but by the expression on her face, she means business. She doesn’t stop the pose, or slap the hands of the fans, or do anything much at all, since she just heads straight down to the ring, sliding under the ropes into the ring, rather than performing her usual provocative entrance. This causes a bit of protest from Trunks, but neither hearing or caring even if she could, Isabella simply gets to her feet and demands a microphone from a stagehand outside. Soon enough he delivers her one, and she wastes no time bringing it up to her lips to talk, looking around at the crowd, her expression fairly serious.

Isabella: You know, I’m sick of it. I really am. The constant attacks, the constant interference in every single damn match I have. I’m sick of it. If it isn’t some random b*tch trying to get my attention, it’s Christian Michaels. If it isn‘t Christian Michaels, it’s Exodus. If it isn’t Exodus, it’s Morgan Blair. But I guess this is what having a target on your back is all about, and I can definitely handle it, I’ve done so for seven months after all. I’d just really love to have a nice, fair match every once in a while you know? A match where I can really excel, a match where I can let myself go and really be free in that ring. I don’t want to have to put my all into something that’s only going to be ruined at the end by some idiot that has a fetish with beating me down. So I figure, why not solve the problem by calling these idiots out and set them straight properly. In the ring, where it all belongs after all. But since I can only destroy one of these spineless cowards at a time, I’ll guess I’ll go with the most recent.

The crowd roars with boos, knowing precisely who Isabella is talking about, as she turns to face the rampway, pausing to await quiet from the audience.

Isabella: Yes, that’s right, Ms. Morgan Blair. One of my opponents for tonight as well, but quite frankly, I can’t wait until then. I want Morgan now. If she has any kind of courage whatsoever, something I highly doubt, considering her track record of attacking others, especially me, from behind, she’ll come out here right now and confront me. Woman to woman, face to face, if she has the balls that is. So ladies and gentlemen, let’s see if Ms. Blair has the gall to face up to me, or whether she’ll just get me from behind once again, shall we?

Isabella smirks as she looks around at the crowd, all routing for her with cheers and chants and all sorts, as Isabella turns back to face the entrance ramp, awaiting Morgan Blair. Then, without having to wait too long, “Girlfight�?by Brooke Valentine hits the sound system, Isabella’s smirk disappearing, an almost angry look on her face as this woman clearly frustrates her. Soon enough, the woman herself, Morgan Blair heads out from behind the black curtains, strolling onto the stage in her own normal clothes, not yet dressed for the match either. She had on a simple jean skirt and a white tank top. She smirks down nastily at Isabella, as she pulls a microphone from her back pocket, slipping it up to her smirking lips to greet her enemy. The fans didn’t give her a chance to talk as she set the mic down, putting her hand on her hips, looking quite irritated. Finally after a few seconds, she put the mic up to her lips with a smirk.

Morgan: You know. I know that you’re the champion, and I’ve heard you’re very talented. But I was waiting for when you’d finally realize that I want a match with you. Now tell me Izzy. Sweetheart. Tell me when it finally dawned on you. Was it when.. I hit you in the head with the pipe? Hmm, no. No that couldn’t be it. Was it when.. I came into your match? Hmm, that can’t be it. Was it when your dumb *ss finally realized that you’re going to lose this match tonight? Ahh Izzy. Really you amuse me. See, I can’t tell whether it’s going to be fun or if it’s going to be a challenge. You’re full of tricks.. oh how should I put it? “Girly?�?

Morgan rolls her eyes as she paces back and forth on the ramp looking at Izzy. She put the mic up to her lips but was cut off by Izzy. Morgan jumped a little bit, not realizing that Izzy was going to jump right in there.

Isabella: How about you stop spouting the bullsh*t for one damn second, and actually listen to me. Of course I knew you wanted a match with me, I’ve known that for a long time Morgan. But the fact is, you’ve had plenty of opportunities against me, and you’ve never once stepped up and really ran with it like you should have. Yes, you’ve never had a one on one competition with me, but quite frankly, I don’t think you deserve it. Yeah, you heard me, you don’t deserve to get into one on one competition with myself. Just because you attacked me a few times from behind like any spineless coward would, it doesn’t earn you the right to get into the ring with someone of my stature. It simply shows you for what you truly are, a coward, plain and simple. But you just happen to be a little lucky this time around Morgan, because you caught me at the end of my tether. I’m fed up with the attacks and the interference, so why don’t we just do this thing properly? Me and you, in the middle of this ring, one on one, Isabella Taylor Vs. Morgan Blair, whenever you want it.

Isabella takes a few steps forward as the crowd roars out with cheers, they definitely want to see that match at some point, with the fire between these girls, it would be off the charts, no doubt. Isabella raises her eyebrows questioningly at Morgan as she awaits her response, leaning forward on the ropes to make herself more comfortable, never once taking her eyes off of her opponent.

Morgan: Finally, I get what I want for once. You’re on Izzy, I accept your challenge. That is, as long as you accept mine. Because I don’t just want you in the ring to whoop your *ss for fun, even though it will be damn fun. No, I want something else Izzy. And I think you know precisely what I mean.

Isabella sarcastically points down at her Championess Title as it hangs lightly on her shoulder, Morgan grinning and nodding, almost lusting after that piece of gold.

Morgan: Yeah, that’s right Izzy. I want that title that has hung on your shoulder for so damn long. This place deserves a new Championess, because you’ve gotten a little too boring for everyone’s liking. I want that title Izzy, and there’s only one way to get it. Me and you, one on one, Championess Title on the line. What do you say? Would you rather your reign ended sooner or later?

Morgan grins nastily down at Isabella, as she just shakes her head a little at this woman before her on the ramp, lifting the microphone to her lips now to respond.

Isabella: I’m not afraid to put my title on the line at any possible time Morgan. And against anyone for that matter. I’ve defended it constantly for the past seven months, and I’ve done so successfully. What makes you think you are going to be any different? You won’t be Morgan. You weren’t the last time I got into the ring with you and whooped your behind left, right and centre. You had your chance at the title and you blew it. You don’t deserve another chance, but you know what? I’m in a generous mood today, so fine, you got it. Me and you, one on one, with MY belt on the line. And how about we make it extra special, and have it at Hardcore Hell hmm? That way you have plenty of time to prepare yourself for the *sskicking of a lifetime. I’ll go to Jerm right now and sort out all the details. You just make sure you sign the contract. And maybe think about what you’re signing up for before you do. Because you only get one warning, and then things get a little more serious if you know what I mean. I’ll see you later on tonight sweetheart. The match tonight? That’s just the beginning. Be prepared for the ride of your life.

Isabella grins up at Morgan, tossing the microphone off somewhere behind her, leaning down on the ropes with both arms, her eyes strictly cast upon Morgan.

Joey: There you have it Trunks! These two ladies will go one on one at Hardcore Hell. Isabella Taylor Vs. Morgan Blair, Championess Title on the line!

Ms. Blair herself remains fully focused on Isabella, nodding a little in agreement to the match being made, as the show cuts to a commercial break.

Ding, ding!!

Anika and Jynx lock up in the center of the ring.

Trunks: Fast forward!!

Jynx wins via some move.

Joey: Total domination there by Jynx!!

Taurus and Mitchell are in the center of the ring mouthing off to each other as the bell sounds. Taurus goes for a lock up early on, and starts forcing Jacob back to the corner, Jacob however reverses the lock and puts Taurus back first into the corner and starts throwing some elbow shots, then bends down and gives him a few shoulder thrusts to the ribs. The referee finally pulls Jacob off of Taurus, and Taurus reaches over the ref’s back and pokes Jacob in the eyes.

Joey: We got a quick start off to this Impact title match!

Jacob stumbles back as Taurus climbs up to the second rope and jumps off, landing right in an inverted atomic drop by Jacob Mitchell. Taurus jumps up and starts bouncing around with his knees together as Mitchell runs him down with a clothesline.

Trunks: Mitchell with some more offense.

Jacob picks Taurus up and starts choking him across the middle rope, after the ref finally breaks the chock Jacob runs off to the far side ropes and comes back, jumping onto Taurus, but no, Taurus moves out of the way and Jacob racks himself on the middle rope. Taurus gets back up and drop kicks Jacob out of the ring to the floor. The ref tries to hold Taurus back, but to no avail, Jacob stands up and Taurus flings himself over the top rope with a front flip and lands right on top of Jacob Mitchell. Taurus lands on his feet after a brief slam into the guard rail, this move getting the crowd pumped up, Taurus pulls Jacob Mitchell up to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. Taurus climbs up onto the apron and slingshots himself over with a front flip, Eddie Guererro style. Jacob Mitchell moves out of the way just in time. Taurus rolls through and gets up to his feet, he turns around and starts to run at Mitchell, but out o nowhere Mitchell springboards off the top rope with a sunset flip. Taurus rolls backwards and gets up and goes for a drop kick, Jacob lays back as the kick goes right by his face.

Joey: Close one.

Jacob rolls over and kicks Taurus in the side of the head, causing Taurus to roll over face down with Mitchell on top of him. Jacob reaches up and grabs Taurus by a leg, and wrenches back with a half crab. Taurus slaps the mat in pain, while slowly clawing his way towards the ropes. Taurus, a few inches away, gets dragged back to the center of the ring. Jacob steps over and locks Taurus up in a cross face.

Trunks: STF LOCKED IN!!

Taurus starts to scramble around scratching and clawing at the ring, inching his way to the ropes while Jacob pulls back on his face and wrenches his leg with every move. Taurus reaches out, and finally grabs the rope. Jacob with a clean break stands up and stomps on Taurus, then kicks him out of the ring. Taurus hits hard on the floor and rolls towards the guard rail. The referee stops Jacob from pursuing who seems to be fine with it. The referee turns away and begins his ten count.

Trunks: Good thinking!

Behind him Jacob slips out of the ring and walks around the long way behind Taurus who is starting to get to his feet, Jacob runs in and pushes Taurus into the ring post. Taurus bounces off the post and slams into the guard rail, barely standing, Jacob walks up to him and whips him towards the steps, but stops short and drops him with a drop toe hold into the middle step. Taurus bounces off face first as Jacob is quick to get back up with a cocky grin all over his face. Jacob pulls Taurus up by the hair and rolls him into the ring, then turns around to tell a fan he wasn’t cheating!

Joey: Jacob Mitchell is really taking it to the defending champion Taurus tonight!

Trunks: I’m predicting a new champion!

Joey: Bold statement there Trunks.

Trunks: Look at Jacob Mitchell, how can you go wrong with betting on that!?

Mitchell climbs into the ring and covers Taurus, who kicks out at a long two count. Taurus sits up as Jacob gets off him, and right into a Jacob Mitchell headlock. The ref is around them checking on Taurus, and Mitchell puts his feet up on the ropes for added leverage. Jacob drops his feet as the referee gets back into position and sees the ropes bouncing, Mitchell starts to stand up with Taurus getting a burst of energy. Taurus starts to elbow Mitchell in the gut, breaking the hold, then he whips Jacob off to the ropes. Jacob comes back and sees Taurus bent down for a back body drop, Jacob kicks Taurus in the face standing him straight up, Taurus straightens up quickly and Jacob runs in for a clothesline. Taurus ducks under and turns around grabbing Jacob in a waist lock, he lifts Jacob up with a back suplex, but Jacob flips over behind Taurus and picks him up for a back suplex of his own. Only instead of dropping him backwards, Jacob steps over to the side and drops Taurus straddling the top rope. Taurus starts to lean over to the side, ready to fall off on his face at any moment, in agony from the loss of feeling to his balls. Jacob jumps up and catches Taurus with the Prodigal Drop from the top rope!

Trunks: I CALLED IT!!

Joey: It isn’t over yet!

1.�?2...

Trunks: NEW CHAMPION!!

……�?!!!!

The bell rings. After Jacob’s victory SEX TYPE THING hit’s the speakers. The crowd comes to their feet and looks over at the direction of the titan-tron.

Joey: Uh oh�?

Trunks: Well we should of known something like this was going to happen�?

Jacob looks over at the entranceway but also across ringside looking to see if Rodney attacks from there. But the Rodster appears from the entranceway. A black muscle shirt and blue jeans he stands and points over at Jacob while holding the mic close to his lips. The music dies�?

WRM: �?.

Rodney looks to be thinking about something�?but he then puts the mic between his arm and side to clap for Jacob. A grin comes across Rodney’s face…he grabs the mic again�?

WRM: Great job Jacob. You just beat Taurus. You beat a great athlete in Taurus. I bet you feel on top of the world. The great Jacob. What can I say? I cant even speak. I cant even utter words out of my mouth. I am looking at the greatest physical specimen in the history of professional wrestling. Look at me. I’m�?I’m�?

Rodney’s hand is shaking at an exaggeratingly nervous rate�?

WRM: I�?I�?I’m shaking. I’ve never met a man with such prestige. You’re the greatest ever at the mic. You make the greatest jokes known to man. You’re 100% original.

Rodney stops shaking�?simply smirks for a second then look over at the ring. From there he takes off his shades causing an uproar from the fans. Jacob finally gets a mic�?its cut off.. doesn’t work.

WRM: Hey, I didn’t plan that at all, I swear. What? Did you think that was it? That you were going to attack me. Talk about predictable, ok? Attacking someone is the oldest used trick on the book. Its for amateurs Jacob. So you keep attacking and keep attacking and bring that little friend of yours with you. Seifer’s just mad because I was slapping him around the ring for thirty minutes. You talk about carrying people? I carried Seifer that whole week. All I could hear was “I don’t have the desire anymore�?�?After he utterly failed to catch any attention at Anarchy he left. He didn’t have the passion anymore. Sounds like Ace Hart. So now that his friend has come here here pretends like he really did beat me.

Rodney winks at the crowd.

WRM: Whatever. I still had to carry our match. Because Seifer didn’t have the “passion�?for wrestling anymore. You want to talk about? What? Pushes? Pushes? See, anyone can get a push Jacob. XAW got a push, where did it get him? Seifer got a push. He guaranteed me and everyone else that he was going to win the W2K Championship. Did he? No. See, I never had a problem with Seifer. Stop bringing others into this Jacob. Do you feel like you need someone to back you up? Do you feel like you need someone caressing you every step of the way? Fine�?

Suddenly someone taps Jacob’s shoulder�?

Joey & Trunks: WIDOW!!

Jacob gets a right one right across the jaw. Jacob staggers then gets hit right across the midsection, followed by a Sweet Dreams!! Widow rolls out of the ring and slowly walks up the aisle as the roaring crowd shakes the four walls of the W2K arena. Rodney waits for her arrival. She reaches the top of the stage�?he sighs for a second then raises the mic to his lips�?

WRM: Widow�?what’s a matter with you?

Widow gives a sarcastic shrug�?

WRM: Being bad girl�?

Widow lowers the tip of her lips and nods her head�?

WRM: What did Jacob do to you? I mean I don’t get it. Don’t you have any respect? This is the greatest athlete in the history of this sport.

Widow takes the mic.

Widow: I’m sorry. I couldn’t help my self. No one is anything unless they are involved with Jacob. I want a feud with Jacob for he can carry me in a match and make me look like goddess. You know how Seigfer made me look in our match. When I beat him.

Rodney takes the mic from her..

Rodney: Hey. Seifer didn’t even promo that week. He lost his passion for the game. He utterly failed at Anarchy to have any sort of an impact. Now you take that victory back�?

Widow takes the mic

Widow: No..

Rodney takes the mic from her..

Rodney: Take it back you�?Only Seifer is allowed to brag about weird victories�?

Widow takes the mic�?

Widow: I won. Fair and square.

Rodney takes.. Well tries to take the mic from her but she holds it away�?

Widow: I won, its my victory. It came out on TV.

Rodney nods his head in agreement. She gives him the mic as he looks up.. All while Jacob tries to shake off the birdies�?

Rodney: You said it your self. Blood washes off. Pushes Jacob? Seifer comes here and lectures me on pushes? Yeah�?I don’t care if he is your friend. You talk about backstage politics? Forget about them Jacob. Because next week, when that bell rings you can throw all the politics and opinions out the window. A push can only take you so far. If you don’t act on it�?it wont get you anything. I won at Wrestlepalooza. I became the World Champion. Everyone gets a push idiot. With out it you’re going no where. Expect to lose Jacob, several times. Like I said�?we will see where you are in a couple of months. I plan on being here for a long time. You? I seen big mouths like you come and go. You’re fresh and ready to go now. You’re sprinting. It’s a marathon Jacob. We’ll see how many shows you steal. We’ll see how long you’ll last.
Widow takes the microphone from Rodney.

Widow: Welcome to W2K�?

A huge ovation from the crowd follows as both exit the stage. Jacob finally getting to his feet with the ref trying to give him his newly won Impact title.

Joey: Well, Trunks. We weren't sure about it all week but I guess now we know the answer.

Trunks: CM and Morgan are there, as are Isabella and PowerTrip, but, no Cross, and no Ryan. So I guess this sort of evens things out, huh?

Joey: Well fans, Cross had to get surprise surgery the other night for torn ligaments in his right knee due to a hard chop block from Isabella Taylor. Now as most of you know, he is the Unites States champion, so this puts our belt in a bit of a predicament, and we have absolutely no idea on the status of Cross. He said he wou--

(Edgecrusher by Fear Factory hits the speakers and we see Cross limping out from behind the curtains with a huge black brace on his leg.)

Trunks: Ask and you shall recieve!! Having the guts to wrestle hurt is no question with him! All week long Isabella questioned his determination, quoting if Ryan Cain can so should you, well lady, Ryan Cain can't! He hasn't been here in almost a damn month! And this man is hobbling out here after SURGERY!! SURGERY!

Joey: Alright, Trunks.

(Cross makes his way down to the ring and slowly climbs up the steps. He steps inside the ring, staring down Trip and Izzy across the ring.)

Joey: This may not be smart, but nobody ever accused that man of such a thing.

Trunks: Let's see you tear every ligament in your knee and wrestle. Hell, let's see you even walk!

Joey: Trunks I probably couldn't.

Trunks: Then shut it up!

(The music cuts off as Cross and Morgan step out of the ring, as does PowerTrip, leaving Isabella and CM inside. Izzy and CM stare off�?CM with an arrogant look on his face. The referee calls for it, and�?/P>

*DING DING!*

�?there’s the bell.)

Joey: Christian Michaels and Isabella Taylor, resident W2K Championess, to start it off here in what is now, apparently, a handicapped match.

Trunks: How insightful of you, Joey.

(Izzy and CM circle up here�?and the two come in for a lock-up, but CM ducks low. Izzy turns around�?to a thumb in the eyes! “Oh, come on!�?yells the referee, threatening to disqualify Michaels. CM just shrugs it off and continues toward the momentarily stunned Isabella Taylor. She sees Michaels at the last second, ducking a right hand and hooking his arm as it goes by, swinging him around, locking up his head�?DDT!)

Joey: That was out of nowhere!

Trunks: Yeah, and like, this early in the match, that’s not good for CM’s team.

(Izzy is on for the cover, but only gets two before Morgan slips her boot through the ropes and shoves Izzy off. Izzy gives Morgan a menacing glare, and Blair just shrugs her shoulders like “eh.�?Izzy is already frustrated with this entire situation, and she gets the pick-up on CM before her temper can run away with her. She whips Michaels into the ropes and goes for a hip toss on the rebound, but he blocks it, turns it around and goes for one of his own, which Izzy somehow manages to flip out of, landing on her feet. As she does so, however, CM ends up behind her, and uses the opening to yank her down to the canvas by her hair. The referee, again, reprimands CM for his actions, and Christian, again, just shrugs it off before getting another pick-up on Izzy.)

Joey: Christian Michaels is showing a blatant disregard for the rules here!

Trunks: Yeah, well, the referee gave him a nice slap on the wrist, what else do you want?

Joey: Throw him out of the match!

Trunks: �?You’re kidding, right?

(CM hooks Izzy up for a vertical suplex before lifting her HIGH into the air�?but she starts kicking her feet in defiance! Izzy flips over, landing on her feet behind Michaels, and turns, throwing a hard elbow to the back of his head. This sends CM stumbling back toward his own corner�?and gives Izzy time to dive for and make the tag to PowerTrip!)

Joey: Here comes the fresh man!

(Trip steps into the ring, and CM doesn’t show any signs of backing down. The two square off momentarily�?before both exploding toward one another. Trip locks in a nice side headlock, before CM quickly backs him into the ropes, shoving him off to the opposite side. CM is floored with a PowerTrip shoulderblock on the rebound, and Trip hits the ropes again. CM flops onto his stomach, and Trip jumps over him, hitting the ropes again, coming back to be met with a high elevation dropkick, right on the button from Christian Michaels. Trip is down, and CM is quickly back to his feet�?at which point he makes the tag out to Morgan Blair.)

Trunks: I don’t think Trip saw that tag.

Joey: Yeah? Well I know he didn’t.

(Trip turns around�?right into a SPRINGBOARD SPINNING LEG LARIAT FROM MORGAN BLAIR! Trip is down! Blair on for the cover�?one- POWER OUT!! Trip presses Blair off of him, sending her all the way back to her feet at the count of one. Morgan knows she’s at a CLEAR size disadvantage here, and immediately starts putting the boots to the fallen PowerTrip, not wanting him to get back to his feet. It’s to no avail, however, as he eventually makes it back up, and shoves her off of him�?at which point she makes a quick, frightened tag out to the larger Cross.)

Joey: I guess now we get to see just how much of a “success�?that surgery really was.

Trunks: At least he’s here, Joey.

Joey: Hey, Trunks.

Trunks: Yeah, Joey?

Joey: Let me break your stupid neck and see if you walk into work next week.

Trunks: Screw you, Joey.

(Cross climbs into the ring�?rather gingerly. He stands in front of Trip all like “come on!�?Trip charges in, and Cross ducks a clothesline, not as quickly as usual. Trip hits the ropes, comes back�?and eats a big boot from Cross that floors him! Trip is down�?but Cross falls himself, as well. He quickly reaches back, tagging out to CM again.)

Trunks: Well that looked ugly.

Joey: I hope it’s broken.

Trunks: I’ll tell him you said that.

(Anyway, CM is in, and Trip is just getting back to his feet. CM charges in�?SPEAR! He spears Trip down to the canvas. HARD! Trip slides a few feet across the ring from the impact�?just far enough for Izzy to reach in and tag him on the shoulder. She jumps into the ring over the top rope, and charges toward CM, who is still getting back to his feet after nailing that spear. Izzy jumps into the air with a PERFECTLY timed jumping calf kick to the face of Christian Michaels, which sends him quickly to his back. Izzy’s on a hot tag here, as she gets the pick-up on CM, pushing him back to the ropes and sending him across. On the rebound, CM ducks a clothesline, hits the ropes again, and�?CATCHES A BACKFLIP KICK RIGHT TO THE FACE! Where the hell did she pull that from?!? Izzy with the pin�?one�?two�?thr- KICKOUT! Izzy is quickly back up, not willing to allow CM get any kind of leverage. She gets the pick-up�?CM breaks free! He throws an elbow right to her face! Izzy stumbles back! CM hooks her up for a back suplex and lifts her up! Izzy squirms free!! She lands on her feet behind Michaels�?turns him�?and lifts him onto her shoulders! She holds him there for a moment and�?

Joey: Trunks�?/P>

Trunks: Joey�?/P>

Joey: I believe Court�?is ADJOURNED!!!

(�?SLAM! COURT ADJOURNED FROM ISABELLA TAYLOR!!! That took a helluva lot out of her, however, and she and CM are both left in the middle of the ring. Izzy and CM are both down, both crawling towards their corners for the tag. CM catches Izzy with a leg lock as he scoots over and tags in Cross. Cross comes in and pulls Izzy up off the mat. He picks her up for a gorrilla press body slam, and sends her down with authority.)

Joey: He looks like he might've wrenched that knee doing that.

(Cross limps over a bit, Trip runs into the ring for a clothesline, Cross ducks under and flips Trip over with a back body drop. After flipping Trip up in the air Cross goes down like a ton of bricks clenching at his knee, he quickly tags out to Morgan Blair and rolls out of the ring dropping to the floor.)

Trunks: SEE WHAT YOU DID!?!

Joey: WHAT I DID!?

Trunks: If it weren't for all you critics questioning his guts and determination maybe he wouldn't have gotten back in the ring!

(In the ring we see the referee crawling out to the floor talking to Cross before standing up and throwing up an "X" sign with his arms, almost instantly EMT's and referees and trainers run down the aisle and surround Cross. Inside the ring we see Trip standing on the apron ripping a turnbuckle cover off. Trip turns around and grabs Morgan by the hair, then slams her face first into the turnbuckle. She falls backwards holding her face, Trip still has his head down catching his breath from the match, almost out of nowhere we see CM diving through the air with a stinger splash and crushes Trip's head into the exposed turnbuckle. Trip collapses and drops to the floor. CM slides out to the floor after Trip, and picks him up then rolls Trip back in the ring. Trip looks dazed and confused after the splash. Isabella gets back to her feet, still a bit weary she runs into Morgan Blair and the two literally tackle each other out of the ring to the floor and start brawling.)

Joey: Things aren't looking too good over there, Trunks.

Trunks: I'm gonna go see what I can hear.

(We hear Trunks drop his head set and then he's seen walking passed the camera over to where everyone is around Cross.)

Joey: WHAT THE HELL?! We still have a match going on, and no referee!

(CM takes the timekeeper’s chair and slides it into the ring, then slides himself in. Trip stumbles up to his feet just as CM stands up with the chair, Trip sees CM, but it's too late, CM nails Trip in the gut with the chair. Trip doubles over as CM drops the chair then drops Trip with a Just Like That on top of the chair!!)

Joey: CHEATER!!

(CM slides the chair out of the ring and yells at the ref as he covers Trip. The ref quickly slides into the ring and starts the count. 1....2.....

Izzy slides in the ring. Morgan grabs her foot!

...3!!)

Joey: OH COME ON!!!

(“Kryptonite�?by 3 Doors Down rocks the house, as the referee raises the hand of Christian Michaels, never detecting any of the shenanigans.)

“Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners, the team of Cross, Morgan Blair, and Christian MICHAELLLLS!!!�?/P>

Joey: SCREW THAT! THIS IS A BUNCH OF CRAP!!!

Trunks: Oh, pull your panties out of your-�?/P>

Joey: YOU GO F*CK YOURSELF!!!

Trunks: �?/P>