*Beginning*

"In a world full of winners and losers, two men and diva have risen above to bring you: The Dirt Sheet!"

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"Hi, I'm John Morrison, and if I was in charge on the war of terror, we would already have won and gasoline would only cause fifty cents a gallon." John said.

"How would it cost fifty cents a gallon?" Mike asked.

"I could tell you but, then I would have to kill you." John replied.

"I'm you're Chick Magnet, the Miz." Mike said.

"And I'm Haylie Trudel." Haylie said, wearing a black t-shirt with a huge stack of poker chips with the words Sorry guys, size DOES matter, blue, purple and green tye-dyed skinny jeans and black converse shoes.

"Guys, can I ask you a quick question?" Haylie asked.

"Sure, what's you're favourite colour?" Haylie asked.

"Green." Mike replied.

"Red." John replied. "Why?"

"Oh just wondering." Haylie replied, then snapped her fingers. Nothing happened for a few minutes before red paint was dumped all over John. Mike was laughing his head off before Haylie said, "Uh, Mike, don't laugh."

"Why?" Mike asked before he'd gotten green pain all over him.

"Because I already am." Haylie said while laughing her head off. "This week, I'd talked to Asher and Dallas once again about Survivor Series, and what would they do to these two colourful losers after they win the tag belts back."

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*Interview*

"Hello Dallas, Hello Asher." Haylie said as she walked into their locker room.

"Hey Haylie, what's up?" Asher asked.

"Nothing much, just hoping if I could ask you a few questions?" Haylie asked.

"Shoot." Dallas said.

"Alright, if you win the WWE Tag Team Championships away from John Morrison and The Miz, what would you guys do to them? Injure them? Humiliate them? What?" Haylie asked.

"Well, since they basically stole our titles which we'd held for like almost two years or so, we would just basically side-lined them for that amount of time." Dallas replied.

"Really? It does sound like you'd hate those two for quite some time? Could you kindly tell me about it?" Haylie asked.

"Well, it'd started around like five months ago, when they'd stolen Dallas' girlfriend Rebecca." Asher replied.

"So, this all started with a girl?" Haylie asked.

"Yeah." Asher and Dallas replied.

"Alright thank you both for you're time." Haylie replied.

"You're welcome Haylie." Asher replied.

*Dirt Sheet Set*

Haylie looked at John and Mike, who'd still have paint on them before asking, "What? What did I do?"

"Well, you—" John started before Haylie snapped her fingers again…and this time, feathers fell onto John. When Haylie snapped her fingers once again, it wasn't feathers that didn't fall onto Mike, it was a mixture of maple syrup, hot fudge, caramel and bits of strawberries.

"Well, that's all the time that we have folks. Because in life, we have winners, we have losers, and we have two morons." Haylie said, pointing to John and Mike. "who are looking like freaks, one as some sort of a chicken, and the other some sort of an ice cream treat." Haylie started before clapping her hands, and got out of her chair quickly, as two random dudes literally took Mike and John away.

Haylie sat back in her seat and said that infamous line, "Be Jealous!"