:::<>::: Good 'Ole Jim Ross :::<>:::

Hey there folks, I'm JR, Jim Ross, and this is The King, Jerry Lawler. King, I must say I am amazed... Tensions are running high waiting for raw in just twenty-four hours, tensions at possibly a level higher than what WWFX Raw has ever seen! The UnAmericans, Los Guerrero's, these four men are building up quite the feud. William Regal and Lance Storm going as far as kidnapping Grandma Guerrero and bringing her to the Raw arena, where she'll be forced to watch them beat on her gandsons, Eddie and Chavo Guerrero... That's just sick, King... Sick that they'd go after an old woman like that and put her through the pain of seeing her grandchildren get hurt. But then again, there's always the possibility that Grandma Guerrero won't see anything more then Eddie and Chavo beating up William and Lance, a sight I'm sure we're all ready to see. I tell you what, I am downright sick of hearing Regal and Storm complain about America... They don't like it then they should get out of it.

:::<>::: Jerry "The King" Lawler :::<>:::

Gradnma Guerrero... Ha! That was a funny segment...

:::<>::: Good 'Ole Jim Ross :::<>:::

I don't see what was so funny about it, King... But any ways, to move on now... This is one of the largest Womens Feuds I've ever seen, King. I don't think WWFX have ever seen so much ahtred, so many threats, so many insults, between two Divas...

:::<>::: Jerry "The King" Lawler :::<>:::

And of course you're talknig about the feud between stacy Keibler and Trish Stratus. I agree, JR, this feud is huge! And what I wouldn't do to see Sta -

~Suddenly Jerry "The King" Lawler is interrupted by "Legs" by Kid Rock, which hits the PA System, blaring over the speakers. The fans rise to their feet and begin to cheer, as none other than their Womens Champion, Stacy Keibler, appears at the top of the ramp. Her Chamionship Belt is nowhere to be found, and her facial expressions make it clear tot he fans that she's not in a good mood. Without waiting for the ring announcer to announce her, she walks down the ramp, swaying her arms loosely by her side, and so he doesn't even bother. Stacy gets to the bottom of the ramp and climbs up the steel steps, and enters the ring, not lingering in between the middle and top ropes. She doesn't even bother to pose, she walks straight towards the announcer, and snatches his microphone right form his hands. She paces the ring as he exits, trying to control her frustrations and anger, drumming her fingers against the microphone's handle. Her music stops, and finally the fans die down, as she stops in the center of the ring. She raises the mic to her lips and begins to talk, trying to keep her voice calm.~

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

Well, well, well... It looks like little Miss Trish Stratus decided to drag her lazy ass over here... And I'm glad Trish, after all what would Raw be with out the great 'Stratusfaction?' But you know Trish... I'm not trying to sound facetious or sarcastic... I really am glad that you decided to finally show up. I'm glad that you decided to finally enlighten us with your point of view on things... But most of all, Trish, I'm absolutely delighted that you leant me most of your attention during your little promos. Geesh, Trish, ever try anger management? If not hun you need some, desperately so. You know I've been here for almost a week now, making promos for this upcoming Raw and you come here the day before it, and think your all that... It just shows my dedication versus yours. First of all, I'd like to tell you for the record, I am the Womens Champion, and in twenty four hours, I'll still be the womens chmapion! So as far as you feeling like you're going to be the Womens Champiom again... Maybe you should feel that way... Because I agree with you, I do think you'll be the Womens Champion once again. But, hun, it's not going to be during my Title reign! Which, unfortunately for you, isn't going to end any time soon. But, Trish, you must be in denial... Saying I'm no competition to you what-so-ever... If I was no competition to you then I wouldn't have compeletely kicked your ass at King of The Ring! Duh... In truth, it's really you whose no competition to me. And, Trish, just to let you know I'm far from being a bimbo. Whether you want to believe it or not, the only bimbo in this Federation is you. Well, no I take that back the only bimboS in this Federation are you, Torrie, and Terri, but you hun, are the Queen of them all. And Trish, your right I can look at my reflection and say "I look beautiful today" because I always look beautiful and I know that... Where as you can never say that. Well, not if you're being honest any ways. I can't understand you Trish. I can't understand you one bit. You come out here cut your promo and say all this trash... But I can stand out here and honestly contradict ever bit of it... Like, you still say I have no talent. Hun, puh-leeze! If I had no talent, yet I still beat you, then how much talent do you have Trish? Uh huh, thought so. Ahem, you say that I'm not in your league. Well if you look at the tapes from WWFX King of The Ring, you'd clearly see that you, Trish, are not in my league! Trish some of the words you just said... I kind of remember them from the past... Yes before King of The Ring you said things like I'd never walk out winning or anything.,.. But I did, and I will again. No one can stop you? Trish, I believe at King of The Ring I stopped you right in your tracks! You know Trish, I really do think that you should think of what you're saying before you actually say it... I mean you absolutely have no idea what your talking about! How many times have I contradicted you Trish? How many times? And if you actually knew what you were talknig about for a change, I wouldn't have as much to say... But Trish, me beating you at King of The Ring wasn't luck... Luck has nothing to do with talent. And let's face it I have more talent in my little pinky nail then you have in your whole wrestling career. Several times I heard you say that you were going to win back your Womens Title. First off, you're not going to win against me, so just get over it... And Trish, baby, you should start getting used to saying your Title. For example, let's see I'll use something that you said, so your little tiny brain won't get confused. I'll pretend I'm you... "I'm going to win Stacy's Title." See hun, it's not your Title any more, it's mine, and that's a fact you need to face. But a piece of your promo left me with a question, Trish... If my chances walking away with a Title are one out of a million... Then you must be forgetting that I just walked out my match with you with the Womens Title, my womens Title, around my waist. Oh, and without the implants... Trish you'd just be a flat chested midget... Now I'll admit, I'm flat. I'm natural, and I'm not ashamed of it... But at least I have something that's one hundred percent natural, my legs... My legs are the greatest, and Trish we all knwo you would die to have a pair like these. Without your implants you wouldn't look better... Because I'll forever be the Long Legged Goddess. And I would continue contradicting your second promo, but I didn't even understand half of it... It's called grammar hun, try using it... And you say I'm a bimbo. Your whole promo was spent on saying things that weren't even close to being true... That's sad. But how about your first promo? Yeh, let's start that... How many things did you say that I can contradict completely? Well, I did hear you say a few times that you weren't paying attention, that you weren't concentrating on our match... Well, hun, that's your mistake! And really, I think that's just an excuse, so people won't see how truly pathetic you are at wrestling! That's right, Trish, pathetic, which by the way, I do know how to spell. Ugh, you know what... I'm sorry guys, but just thinking of all the shit she said that wans't true... It just pisses me off... I'll see you all on Monday night...

~Stacy drops the mic, her face revealing a lot of anger. The fans cheer, trying to support her, as her music hits the PA System once again, and stacy exits the ring, she heads back up the ramp, after descending down the steel steps. As soon as she disappears behind the curtain, her music stops and on the titan tron you can see her walking in the halls, appearantly heading towards the parking lot. Coach comes rushing to her side.~

:::<>::: Coach :::<>:::

Um, Stacy, Stacy? Why are you so mad?

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

Trish just pisses the shit out of me... Half those things she said in that ring... That was all bull shit. At least what I said was completely honest...

:::<>::: Coach :::<>:::

Where are you going?

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

To my hotel.

~Stacy keeps walking, and Coach stops in his tracks, shaknig his head. The scene fades as Stacy exits the arena, heading towards her car.~