Maverick sighed and went on his knees. He still was truly upset with what had happened, despite being congratulated by John Madison for 'taking a shit on the X-treme title belt.' He got up, took the gym bag that held the X-treme title, and trudged off the stage.

Later that night....

Maverick had finished washing the shit off his X-treme Championship belt, had was just about ready to pack up and leave. However, he turned to the camera that was filming him.

"So. As a reward for defeating Hot Todd and furthering continuing my quest to defeat Gator for his Television Championship, I get the X-treme Championship. Well, lucky me, right? Step 2 of my master plan to achieve dominance here in the XWF didn't even need Step 1 to be completed. And in the process, I stopped Todd's undefeated streak and put him in a hospital bed, right? Well, no, X-PAC of all people just had to come out, and pour a cup of shit in my bag.

"Like I said X-Pac, it just seems that you can't wait your damn turn. And now, it seems your the guest ref in my X-treme Rules match against some farm boy who's upset 'cause he didn't win, and is also a coward for not taking up Soviet Damage on that shoot match. But enough about Schrute, I'll deal with him later.

"X-Pac. Little do you know, I'm going to go all 1995 on your ass and bring up my own Insurance Policy. Unfortunately, it seems as though their flight has been delayed, so it should be arriving tomorrow. But, if you do act biased in my match, then I assure you, my Insurance Policy will beat your ass to high hell and back, only letting you count my pin to get back up. And then, after my X-treme Rules match with that arrogant bloke TJ Sky, I'm thinking just a normal X-treme Rules match won't do. Oh, hell no. So how about we raise the stakes a little for our upcoming match and make it an X-treme Death Match? Oh, and I'll keep my Insurance Policy out of that match as long as you keep your little Kliq out of there, and this match too. So, ta- ta for now."