Steve's music hit and he ran down the ramp and into the ring. He was ready for anything. Two ladders were in the ring. My music hit and I calmly walked to the ring and in. The match started and Steve went for my hurt arm. I tried to get him down but he just side kicked me into the corner. He started to climb a ladder, so I climbed the turnbuckle. When he was high enough, I jumped off and shoved his face into the ladder with a dropkick. He fell off and I got up. I looked down at him and grabbed his legs, crossed them, and twisted him into a sharpshooter. He tried frantically to get me to let go. But I held it tight. Then I gave up and left him there. I began climbing, then the Dudleyz ran out. I kept climbing, assuming they were going to help me. Wrong assumption. Bub buh grabbed my leg and I turned around, trying to kick him off. He grabbed me around the stomach and fell backwards. D-Von caught my head as we fell and I was 3Ded. I was wondering when my new friend would arrive and help me as the Dudleyz helped Steve climb the ladder. He was about to grab the belt when the music finally hit. The 3 were I awe at first and didn't move until Bret Hart slid into the ring, and they panicked. "Sorry I'm late Damien." He whispered. I wheezed an answer and the Dudleyz started to attack Bret. But he threw D-Von out and got Buh buh in the sharpshooter. Steve wasn't sure what to do. While he watched Bret, I rolled over and climbed the other ladder. He noticed me and we started pushing each other. The last thing I needed was to fall off a ladder. But his martial arts were too much, and I fell. Fell down, down onto the mat. My earlier back injury was bothered and my arm was still hurt. Steve grabbed the belt and quickly left. I was now titleless. Vince would take advantage.. make my life hell again… I pondered this but as I was helped backstage by Raven and Molly, I realized I didn't care. As long as I have my friends and Molly I didn't care. Sappy, I know, but it was true.

Tuesday, SmackDown tapings. And I was asleep in my locker room. I awoke with a startle as I felt an ice cube on my neck. "Kevin you dick!" "Hey sorry man.. *snicker* sorry.." "What's so funny?!" "Uhm nothing" I growled and made sure I didn't have bed head. I looked at the monitor. My interview was soon and I waited for Coach. He finally came in and let out a small laugh. "What?!" "Uh.. were you sleeping?" "Yea why?" He snickered again and shook his head. He began by asking me about Steve Blackman. "Well I'll tell you this much, if Steve wants to bring in his two friends the Dudleyz, then I can find a team and I challenge them to a 6 man tag." "Will there be a stipulation?" "Damn right there will be! If my team wins, I get my gold back." Coach nodded and said. "One last question. Can you explain the Bret Hart issue?" "Of course Jonnie. I contacted Bret and told him to get his ass down here. You won't see him on a regular basis, I just wanted Steve to learn a lesson." "Thank you Damien." " Run off now… I need a team…" I put my hand to my chin, as if in thought, and I realized why everyone kept laughing at me. "Kevin you asshole! You put shaving cream on my face!" I chased after him as Coach left. But I was still chasing him. Raven tripped him and I jumped on his back. We all fell down laughing. I wiped the shaving cream off my face. Raven spoke. "So I'm guessing we are your team?" "No I need something that will surprise the fans…any ideas?" "Pick two people you respect." "Respect.. hey I know!" And I rushed out of the room in search of my maybe partners, leaving Raven and Kevin in wonder.