Monday Night Raw, live from Los Angeles, CA, was supposed to start with Triple H's victory speech. Unfortunately, an RKO left the World champion flat on his face just behind the curtain and it was Randy Orton's music that blared through the arena and it was Randy Orton and Trish Stratus who strutted down to the ring.

Despite the previous night's humiliation, both walked with their heads high. Trish held on to Randy's bent elbow as he ushered her down to the ring. The crowd was split in half on whether to like them or hate them. A sign that read "Vince screwed Trish… and she enjoyed it even less tonight" told them both that most people thought that last night had been a work. They didn't know the truth behind the drama, but when this segment was done with, they would know the truth.

Randy went up to the apron, then held the ropes open for Trish to step inside. He followed her and after grabbing a microphone, they stood in the center of the ring and looked out. They were a picture-perfect pair in their black suits. They matched down to shining black shoes and baby blue shirts beneath their suit jackets. Trish felt odd without her title over her shoulder, but she was sure that would soon be corrected. It may not have been the WWE title, but it would be gold all the same.

Randy held up the microphone and smirked. "Sorry to interrupt the celebration, but Triple H is eating the floor right now, so his twenty minute regalia of how great he is will have to wait. Batista's ten minute regalia of how great it is to be with Ric Flair again will have to wait. Everybody has to wait because the Legend Killer and the real Women's Champion have something to say!"

At the curtain, security was bursting through, but stopped halfway down the ramp when Randy put out his hand. "You don't want to do that. Believe me. We're extremely pissed off right now, and you do not wanna mess with us."

Trish left Randy's side and climbed out of the ring. She spent a few seconds under the ring before coming out with a weapon that was almost too heavy for her to pick up. She threw a sledgehammer into the ring, then got back inside. Picking it up, she dragged it across the mat and stood beside Randy. He looked down at her and smirked, then looked back up at security. "Trust me, guys. This one doesn't have a foam head."

Randy took the sledgehammer from Trish and slung it over his shoulder. The weight made him grunt and sag for a second, but he brought himself back to his full height then turned back to the crowd. "Let me tell you what happened last night. Wrestlemania. The granddaddy of 'em all. It was a night to go down in history, and it will. It'll go down as the first Wrestlemania where the WWE lost its future." He snorted a laugh. "We all know what wrestling is, and we know how the decisions are made. The decision was made that the Legend Killer would destroy everything in his path. The Undertaker decided to try and break my neck, thanks to Triple H and Vince McMahon."

Trish took the microphone from him and sneered. "There is no way in hell that Christy Hemme can beat me! They set me up! Nobody is stupid enough to believe she beat me. Roll the footage!" She turned towards the Titan Tron as the footage from the previous night's match played. "My arm was up before the ref even reached two! Lita says ring the bell and it rings? What the hell is that?" She turned back to the crowd. "Vince McMahon tried to screw me, but it's not going to work. He can not take me for granted. He can't take Randy Orton for granted!"

"Vince McMahon thinks he runs the world," Randy said, taking the microphone back. "He thinks that buying out WCW and bailing out ECW meant he could do whatever he wanted. But ya know what, Vince? We still have some place to go. And we're not the only ones going." Randy smirked as the Titan Tron showed Molly Holly and Victoria packing their bags and heading out of the arena. "Your entire machine is coming apart."

The microphone passed again to Trish. "All of these people here know who made this company what it was, and it damn sure isn't the lame ass ideas of Vince McMahon in his senility. They know that they made you, even if you want to deny it. They know that Triple H would be nothing if it weren't for the people who gave a damn that he whined for four years! They know that Lita would be nothing if it weren't for their blind devotion for her, even if she is a no-talent whore that slept her way through every company she's ever worked for."

By the time Trish was done talking, Randy had gotten his own microphone. Vince and Stephanie McMahon had also taken their place in the middle of the security patrol. "I'd stop right there," Randy said to them. "I'll crack you in the head with this thing faster than you screwed us last night."

"You were planning to defect!" Vince's face was red. He held tightly to the sides of his wheelchair. Stephanie stood behind him, glaring at the ring. "She was going to take our title and trash it! This is my company, goddammit, and I can do what I want!"

"You do what Triple H wants!"

"Shut up!" Stephanie's voice was as grating and screechy as when she first turned heel with Degeneration X. "This is our company, and you both should be lucky that we only screwed you! We could have fired you!"

"And I could beat your ass, so shut up!" Trish leaned against the ropes and wished she were close enough to Stephanie to slap her. "I've had enough of your garbage! Yes, you made me what I am today, but then you figured I wasn't worth it! Well, I am worth it! Randy's worth it! Molly and Victoria are worth a hell of a lot more than some chick that shook her ass to get my title on her shoulder! And we've found the person who's going to appreciate us… and anybody else that we can get to go with us!"

Randy took her arm and pulled her back to the center of the ring, though they both faced the ramp. "Ya see, Vince, we knew this was coming. We knew you'd screw up. Stephanie, we knew that Triple H was going to try to ruin us, so we were prepared. You should take a class in ethics 'cause see… your ethics, or lack thereof, just made our ninety day no-compete clause null and void. The lawyers will be calling you about that tomorrow. And since we don't have to wait as long as some others did, you can tune in to watch us, too."

"This Friday!" Trish yelled out. The lights went low in the arena and a spotlight opened up in the crowd. They both turned towards the spotlight and Trish yelled out, "On Total Nonstop Action – Impact!"

Jeff Jarrett stood in the middle of the spotlight, grinning from ear to ear. He held a guitar over his shoulder and watched with satisfaction as Trish and Randy climbed out of the ring and made their way towards him. Randy still held the sledgehammer, but his microphone was on the floor. When they reached Jeff, Trish handed him her microphone. They each stood on either side of him and smirked as he rose the mic to his lips and said, "Welcome to your immortality, darlin'." He looked at Trish and winked. He looked at Randy and nodded.

Randy dropped the sledgehammer to the ground, knowing that he couldn't make it that far if they had to run with it over his shoulder. Security was already inching closer and they started to run when the sledgehammer was gone. The first one came up to them and Jeff dropped the microphone. He reared back and slammed the guitar hard over the security guard's head, sending pieces of wood all over anyone standing nearby. He reached down, grabbed the microphone and shouted, "Welcome to Planet Jarrett!"

And then, they were gone.