[Johnny Legend is spotted running through the halls, when he finally gets to his locker room where he quickly rushes inside only to find Cross standing in front of him.

*gulp*

[JL looks over and sees FTN and Nukkin Futts out cold on the floor.

Cross: Guess they thought they had a shot.

[JL backs up, but realizes he closed the door on himself.

Cross: Don't worry.

[Cross slams his open hand into the door right beside Johnny's head.

Cross: I wouldn't take your belt this way. It has no honor or pride. You're ruining a belt once made famous in this company by a soon to be world champion. You're turning a division I love into a fucking joke.

[Cross slams his other hand into the door on the other side of Johnny's head, causing him to flinch, and by the looks of things about to wet himself.

Cross: DO YOU THINK THIS MAKES ME FUCKING HAPPY!?

[Johnny about jumps out of his granny panties on that one.

Cross: When I take that belt away from your unworthy hands. Everyone from here to Canada will be able to see and hear you screaming for your life inside of the ring. Where a title like that deserves to be decided...now get out of my way.

[Cross steps back as Legend quickly moves, we see Johnny Legend walking through the halls rather quickly clutching the title to his chest looking frantically around behind him as he rounds a corner and EL WHAMO!!

Latino Diablo: ARRRRIIIBBBAAAAAA!!!!!

[Diablo drops the frying pan he just creamed Legend with and makes the cover. A ref jumps down for the count.

1...2...3!!

Ref: "NEW XW CHAMPION.... LATINO DIABLO!

[Latino Diablo jumps up, looks around, then bends down grabbing the burrito out of his frying pan, along with the title and hauls ass down the hall.