*Backstage, Crash and Liam were doing push ups*

Crash: 57....58...59!

*Crash stopped as he saw a pair of boots step in front of him. He looked up to see Frederic St. Pierre*

Crash: Break! Break! We've got an interruption! *Crash and Liam stood up and stared down St. Pierre*

St. Pierre: ....As much as it pains me to say this....Crash, I need your help.

Crash: Oh really?

St. Pierre: Last week, Oden Schreiner gave me a german suplex...and my neck, it has not been feeling the same way since! I need the help of a professional. Help me, s'il vous plaît.

Crash: Neck injury, huh? Well, I'll help you. For the right price, of course.

St. Pierre: Yes, of course.

Crash: Meet with me later, we'll discuss details. First, Liam and I have to go wipe the floor some creepy ginger twins.

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*Backstage, Edward Findleton walked up to Gregory Greystone*

Edward:  So....Gregory....nice night, huh?

Gregory: Well it's raining, but-

Edward: Let's cut to the chase. Who's in charge?

Gregory: What?

Edward: Tell me who's in charge of the company! You seem to always get this information! You're always contacted!

Gregory: People just hand me notes.

Edward: Lies!

Gregory: Truths!

Edward: Ok...fine...if you won't tell me...I'm just going to have to beat it out of you!

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*Franco Mancini was in the ring*

Franco: Last week, I was confronted in this ring by Rat. He told me he should be the number one contender. He really didn't give any good reasons, he just has a huge ego and needs to be in the main event all the time. But me, I'm a...business man. So I go and watch Rat vs Vernon Walters....and Rat...loses? After all his bragging, he loses? Well Rat, if you're up to it....I am going to give you..........another chance to prove yourself. Not versus Vernon Walters...but versus Vernon Walters and ME, in a handicap match!