We're backstage in one of the corridors, and Summer Stratus is seen pacing by someone's door. She finally stops pacing, and she knocks on the door. We look at the nametag on the door, and it reads "Jeremy McMillion". The door opens for her, and she steps in. In there is the Jerm, and Rot who is sitting back down in a lounge chair which is off to the side of the office. He adjusts the Television title on his shoulder, and smirks as Summer looks at him.

Jerm: "What would you like, Summer?"

Summer looks back at the Jerm, she isn't looking to seduce him today.

Summer: "I want my match to be for the title. I deserve it, I even helped Rain win the strap. She owes it to me after all."

The Jerm looks like he's contemplating it, or perhaps faking it. Who knows? This is until Rot stands up, and starts circling Summer.

Rot: "I wouldn't commit to that Mr. McMillion. After all... this is the wench that tried so very hard to get in with Dante's crew. And Dante's th enemy, so that would make douchebag here the enemy as well."

Rot looks her up and down, as if he's checking her out. Summer gives him a dirty look, and looks like she's about to slap that mutha fucka!

Rot: "Don't flatter yourself, Summer. I have a wife, and I know for a fact that she didn't try to give Dante Cross head behind a dumpster."

The Jerm stands up now, looking at Summer with an arrogant little smile on his face.

The Jerm: "That's right, Rot. Summer, you don't deserve the title. You're Canadian, and what makes it worse is you tried to be Dante's little groupie. You aren't getting a title shot tonight. In fact, you aren't getting a title shot EVER! If you want to be with Dante so bad, why don't you bury yourself next to him after I'm done with him. Then you, him, and Nikki will all be one happy dysfunctional Canadian family."

Rot shoots his eyes back at the Jerm, and gives him this look like "Did you really just say that?"

The Jerm: "NOW GET OUT OF MY OFFICE, TRAMP!"

Summer turns around, and walks out of the locker room. She slams the door behind her.

The Jerm: "Don't worry about it. I got a plan for her."