William Regal had no idea where he was. The last thing he remembered was leaving the area making CM Punk submit, leaving him to win King of the Ring. A well deserved honor, for a fellow with the surname of Regal. Then it all went fuzzy for him. He heard voices; at least he thought he had. They were distinctly female voices. And they were complaining about doing someone else's dirty work…and how heavy he was. That was rude, he thought, I'm a wrestler, I'm supposed to be heavy!

Morgan grunted louder then necessary when dragging Regal's unconscious body into the well-lit motel room. "That's not gonna attract attention or anything, Morgue," said her companion, Angelique. Morgue sent her a scathing glare.

"Then help me get his fat ass into the room instead of doing commentary…he's a lot heavier then he looks, damnit." Angel grabbed his other arm, and together they hoisted him into the room.

"Ok…now what?" Morgue said, after shutting the door and hiding the keys.

Angel surveyed the situation carefully. "That chair…we should tie him there."

Morgue looked expectantly at her. "You have the rope, right?" Angel blinked.

"Aww shit…hold him here, I saw a Big!Lots on the way in."

…20 minutes and a trip to 3 hardware stores, and finally a sex shop later…

Angel walked in, feeling triumphant, holding the bondage cuffs. "Ok, where's the limey? Time to tie him…" At this point, she noticed Morgue, crashed out on the bed. Thank god Regal was still out like a light. She stalked over to the bed and jumped on it. "Wake up! This was your freaking idea!!" Morgue rolled over, knocking Angel off the bed. She leaned over the side, peering at the fallen girl.

"Uhm…Angel, you know I love you, right? But bondage…already?" Both girls burst into giggles, breaking any tension that was left in the room.

Together they cuffed Regal to the chair in front of the TV, still occasionally breaking into fits of laughter.

After Regal was secured, they called in for the second part of his kidnapping to start. Then they waited. "So, Angel…a sex shop? How'd you know there was one here?" Angel blushed furiously.

"I...uhm..."

Morgue laughed. "Its cool. We experiment too, I just would have pegged him more for a white bread kinda guy, ya know?" Angel shook her head.

"Change of subject, please??"

Then there was a knock at the door. Morgue rushed to answer it, and without even saying hello to the people on the other side, she snatched the tape out of his hands, and thrust it into the VCR.

Angel shook Regal awake, while the 2 people who brought the tape remained out of view.

"You took what was rightfully Punks. For that you must pay." Intoned Angel.

"And you made him tap you son-of-a bitch!" Morgan made as if to lunge at him, and Angel tripped her calmly. Morgue glared up at her, as she put the tape in the VCR.

"We'll be back in 4 hours. Enjoy."

Then the theme to "Lamb-Chops Play-Along began.

Morgue and Angel, plus their 2 companions left the motel room quietly, listening to Regal sob.

Punk grabbed Morgue and swung her around to face him, and kissed her, hard. "Love you." Morgan blushed and hugged him tightly. "This was a great idea guys, now all we can hope for is him to be so disturbed he has to vacate his throne." Morgan and Punk looked over at Angel and her boyfriend Adam for confirmation, and caught them peeking into another bag from the sex shop.

"Tonight?" Adam murmured, peering into the bag. Angel nodded and smiled widely.

The smile quickly disappeared as she caught Morgan walking towards them. She grabbed the bag and ran. "So not gonna happen, Morgue!"