Francine Andrews: This is the place, all right. It has to be a mistake though. There is no way we can afford to stay here. We are barely making peanuts in XWF as it is.

Cole Adams: Well, it says to go in and talk to Gregory. Let's go find out what this is about.

Francine Andrews: Might as well. If by some stroke of luck we do get in here, it will definitely be an improvement from the flea infested one we were in last time.

Together, they enter the hotel lobby and both freeze. At the last cheap motel, the staff walked around in jeans and t-shirts but this was a totally different environment. The staff were dressed in suits which made both Cole and Francine feel under-dressed. A man in a turquoise suit is standing behind a large elegant desk. Cole and Francine catch his eyes and he purses his lips, his nose slightly wrinkled, obviously disapproving either of them being there. Cole walks towards the counter. The man stops what he is doing and stares at Cole expectantly.

Cole Adams: I'd like to speak to Gregory.

Man: I am Gregory. Who are you?

Cole Adams: Cole Adams and this is Francine Andrews. I got this letter telling me to talk to you.

Gregory: Ah! Mr. Adams and Miss Andrews! I have been expecting you. You have this hotel's penthouse suite!

Cole and Francine look at each other, coming to the same conclusion. Either this was some kind of a cruel joke by Shane or one of the other bucket heads that run the company or this man has them confused with two other people.

Francine Andrews: Oh dear, no, you have us confused with two other people.

Gregory: I am sure that I don't. The penthouse suite has been paid for in full and I have been given a message to relay to you both. You are expected at Everest for dinner. It is an upscale restaurant so I strongly advise you both dress accordingly.

Francine Andrews: Who gave you this message?

Gregory: I would have to go over our records. The note, however, was signed PAB.

A smile forms over Cole's lips and then he breaks into a light fit of laughter before composing himself. Francine stares at him like he has lost his mind but he just shakes his head and tells her that he is going to grab their bags. Francine remains behind to fill out the registry. When Cole reaches the car, he grabs the bags from the backseat and closes the door just as a few fans arrive in the parking lot.

Fan: That's Cole Adams!

Fan 2:Yeah! XWF! XWF! XWF! XWF!

Cole drops the bags and shakes his head, walking over towards the fans who started the chant.

Cole Adams: Yeah, don't do that. Okay? Don't start chanting XWF like it's some kind of a badge of honor. You might as well be chanting for Shane or Frodo. I don't know what these elections are... I don't know who is going to run and if I'll even have a vote but you can bet your ass that if I do have a vote, I'll be voting for whoever runs against those two morons.

Fan: What if it's someone worse?

Cole Adams: The only thing worse than Shane and Frodo is cancer. Actually, that is pretty ironic when you think about it. In a sense, XWF has a form of cancer and they are the source of that cancer.

Before Cole can continue, Francine arrives just behind him. Her cell phone is held at her ear and she is speaking with someone on the other end. After a few moments, she hangs up the cell phone and grabs Cole by the sleeve of his leather jacket and pulls him away from the fans.

Francine Andrews: We have a few problems.

Cole Adams: Like what?

Francine Andrews: You can't go to Shove It. My sources say that LiddleJ is planning some kind of an attack on you.

Cole Adams: Is that right? So Wittle J wants to be a wittle bitch and copy what I did on Warfare? You know what? I'm going to go to Shove It and I'm going to let him do whatever he wants. The entire world can see just how much of a little bitch he really is. After I show up and survive his little bullshit attack, the whole entire world is going to see him in a new light. He won't be someone to be feared. He'll be someone to be pitied. He will be the butt of every joke in the locker room and it will all begin with that attack on Shove It. What I did was spontaneous. What he is planning is just pathetic and I'm going to prove it at Shove It. Then, after he has lost face with everyone in this company, I'm going pin his shoulders to the mat at Warfare and be done with him.

Francine looks away nervously which catches Cole's eyes.

Cole Adams: What?

Francine Andrews: About that...

Cole Adams: Let me guess... Shane has fucked with my match, hasn't he?

Francine nods her head.

Cole Adams: Knowing , he did something stupid like made this a handicap match. You know what, that's fine... Wittle J can go backstage and find anyone that he wants and I'll take them both on. I'm not afra...

Cole cuts off in mid sentence as he sees Francine shaking her head.

Cole Adams: Not a handicap match?

Francine Andrews: Not a handicap match.

Cole Adams: Steel cage match? Ladder match? Hardcore match?

Francine Andrews: Pretty close. It's a bloodbath match. You are to pick five weapons. You must be holding one weapon at all times. If you are too battered to pick up a weapon, you lose. If you are bleeding severely and the referee counts to ten, you lose. If LiddleJ is beating you with a weapon through the entire ten count from the referee, you lose.

Cole Adams: Oh, of course. I'm not surprised. I'm really not. Once again, Shane is protecting his champions. He knows that I will not be 100% after facing LiddleJ in this match and my chances of walking out with the tag team titles are weakened ever so slightly. I am really getting sick and tired of getting involved with my career. After I win the tag team titles, I'm going to do the unthinkable. I'm going to go down to the ring and call his ass out and tell him exactly what I think of him, right to his face.

Francine Andrews: Stop. Stop thinking about the tag team titles. Stop thinking about Shane . LiddleJ is one sick son of a bitch. He has already outlined the weapons he will be using.

Cole Adams: Of course, he has. Let me guess, the first one is shades of Mick Foley and is in the form of a 2x4 or baseball bat with either thumbtacks, nails, or barbed wire. Right?

Francine Andrews: Yes! How did you know?

Cole Adams: Because I have Wittle Bitch all figured out. You see, here is a guy who has never had an original idea in his life. He probably saw Ken Shamrock or Dan Severn fighting in the UFC and said to himself, hey, MMA looks fun. So he joined, trained up, and found out how much of a miserable failure he was, he decided to go out for something where he wouldn't get beaten down so much. He signs up for the WWE Network which costs only $9.99 and starts watching some of Mick Foley's best matches. He figures if an out of shape guy like Foley can do so well, he should probably be able to do twice as well. So naturally his first match of the Xtreme variety, he thinks to himself “What Would Foley Do” and bam, you have his first weapon.

Francine shakes her head.

Francine Andrews: Aren't you afraid?

Cole Adams: Afraid? No. It's not the violin, it's the violinist. Do you know what that means?

Francine Andrews: I'm guessing it means that even an expensive violin in the hands of someone who can't play one is useless?

Cole Adams: Precisely. Wittle Bitch can bring everything but the kitchen sink but that doesn't mean he is going to be able to use it. How is he going to be able to see me if he is blinded? How is he going to be able to swing that precious weapon of his if his shoulder is dislocated? There is no depth to Wittle Bitch's brain. He sees only what he considers to be an upside of a situation and the depth of his brain is too shallow to see the downside. Yes, those weapons will be very useful to him, if he can swing them properly. As for me, I'm going to go with some run of the mill items that you'd find at your local Home Improvement store.

Francine Andrews: Whoa, you can't do that! He's talking about using electricity!

Cole Adams: Is he now? That's fucking hilarious! I think I've actually given Wittle Bitch too much credit! This guy has obviously seen one too many B movies. Let him bring all of the car batteries and jumper cables that he could possibly want. Maybe, just to make things interesting, he'll watch one of the Taken movies where Liam Neeson drives the two nails through the guy's legs and hooks the jumper cables up to them. When this whole thing started, my match with Wittle Bitch was mildly amusing. Now, it's just sad. This guy isn't only a bitch but he has the brain of a five year old.

Francine Andrews: I don't know... this whole thing is creeping me the hell out. What weapons are you going to choose?

Cole Adams: Well, as I said, I'm not going to go Dead Rising and throw a box of nails and a baseball bat on a workbench and start duct taping them together.

Francine Andrews: Coincidentally, that is exactly his first choice. He plans to hammer about six nails in.

Cole Adams: I'm shocked. Anyways, I'm going to go with several light tubes, a staple gun filled with staples, a good old fashion lead pipe, a table wrapped in barbed wire, and several cinderblocks. I promise you, each of these items will not only draw blood but they will leave a scar on Wittle Bitch that he won't soon forget.

Francine Andrews: All right. I'll notify the staff of your choices.

Cole Adams: You do that. You just wait, the entire roster is going to join in on calling LiddleJ; Wittle Bitch after I am finished with him on Warfare.

Grabbing the bags once more, Cole starts to carrying them towards the hotel as Francine skips along next to him.

Francine Andrews: Earlier, you seem to know who set us up with this hotel room and invited us to dinner. Who is it?

Cole smiles and leans in, whispering into Francine's ear. Francine's eyes go wide.

Francine Andrews: You're kidding!

Cole Adams: Nope. Tonight is going to be some good times.

Cole and Francine enter through the lobby once more, leaving the camera crew behind.