When it came time for their match, Cena entered first. The champion entered next, and the two handed the referee their titles. He held them up and then placed them to the side. The bell rang and the match began. Cena approached as if he was trying to take her shades off. He realized he was fighting for a title, but still wanted her to win. She went for the knee that Hornswoggle had begun kicking out. Cena caved, holding his knee with both hands. She pushed him down, and then straddled his waist, kneading his pecs as the ref counted. Cena kicked out at two. She knocked him down again, and as the ref counted, touched her sunglasses. Cena felt himself shiver, kicking out at two once again. The champion watched as Cena tried to stand to his feet and hide his erection. The champion easily pulled back on Cena's neck for a reverse stunner, revealing to the audience what he had tried to hide. She straddled his hips again, pinning his shoulders and rubbing his traps. He kicked out again, not to win the match, but to see how far she would go with this. Her pins got more and more suggestive, until she straddled his chest and as the ref counted, swiped his chest as she did before, only this time with a single fingernail. Cena tensed, but remained on the mat for the entire count. The bell rang, and she had won. Cena stood, apologetically. He was glad that he had prepared himself for this happening, and had worn several layers of clothing. He grabbed a mike, and as her music faded out. "Well, I guess you beat me. Who is the new WWE European champion?" he asked with resignation.
"I have watched the show avidly for years, and know exactly what hornswoggle has done to this belt. It is not a badge of honor anymore, it is simply a dead albatross that this company had the sense to retire before it started to stink. It is made apparent by the way you are taking this loss. I can hang this dead albatross from the waist of whomever I choose, Cena. And as Luck would have it, Feels, I choose you."
The crowd cheered, because now Cena was a champion, the European at that. She continued. "I think you can see the permanence of your fate. If you retire this belt as it is now, it will go into the hall of fame as your title. If you can find someone willing to face you for it, then more power to you. It will be your burden to bear until you can get rid of it." Cena reached for the title with sorrow etched into his features.
She jerked the title from his hands. "Not so fast, feels. This title looks a bit too much like a title, don't you think? It should look a little different. Yes this belt will go into the hall of fame with your name on it. Not because the title is vacated, but because it is being replaced. By something a bit more… Appropriate." She turned and from the backstage area marched an extremely somber Hornswoggle. With a new title belt that was covered by a dark cloth.