Well, what can I say? National Championship Wrestling is back, and I, the Womens Champion, am ready to rock 'n' roll! *Fans cheer, then die down as she continues* Now as most of you know already, I have a match against the Billion Dollar Princess, Daddy's Lil' Girl... Against the self proclaimed 'Dominant Diva of all of Sports Entertainment today'. Well like I said, sorry Stephanie, but that's just self proclaimed... Because see, and I have the Title to prove it... I am the most dominant Diva of Sports Entertainment, not you, and that's where you might be a little confused. See Stephanie, you're so used to being Daddy's Little Angel, getting every match that you want, having the guarantee of things going your way... But, Stephanie, I hate to break the news to you... But dear old Daddy isn't here. Bischoff is. And as I recall, you two have had some, not so friendly, history. Then again, there was one night when you appeared to be a little bit more than friends... But we won't go there. Stephanie, things aren't going to be handed here to you on a silver platter. You're going to have to work your butt off, like I did, to prove yourself in this Federation. Like me, Steph, you're going to have to make some history. Which means, unfortunately for you, sleeping with the boss isn't an option. Now there's a lot I have to say about you, so if you're already getting steamed and worked up backstage, just sit your big butt down and listen to all that I've got to say. I don't know what it is with you girl... Let's start off with your three B's. You might think that they stand for Brains, Beauty, and sometimes Bitch, but you're dead wrong... What it stands for is Bimbo, Blonde, and all the time Brainless! Now, granted your hair color isn't blonde, you sure as Hell act like it is. You dare to call me a slut? That shows your brainless right there... Cuz if you ahd a brain you'd know you were only talking about yourself. See, I'm class, and you're trash, that's just how it goes... A slut? No. I'm sorry, I'm not the one who had my boobs put under the knife, to grow from a B cup to a D cup... And then act embarrassed when somebody pointed it out, as if you thoguht nobody would notice, Hah! No talent, no class? That's a good one. See Stephanie, I have more talent in this little pinky then you do throughout your whole body! And if I didn't then explain to me how I am the Womens Champion, and not you... You were there, you had the same chances I had. Speaking of you being there... That reminds me... Didn't you want in my stable? The nWo. Yes, I believe you did. In which you got turned down... Steph, they didn't want you, but they wante dme. They saw what a talentless bimbo you were, and what a great Diva I am. I didn't win any Titles in WWE, that's true enough. But, Stephanie... The only reason you even got a Title shot in the first place was because your Dad owned the Company... And then the only reason you got the Title was because your EX husband, Triple H, would interfere! But now, Steph, Triple H isn't here... Daddy isn't here... And so you're all alone. Which means it'll just be you and me, no one else, getting in that ring, no one interfering, it's going to be a striaght up match to prove who the true Diva really is! Well, actually... When you think about it, it's not going to be straight up, is it Stephanie? I mean, I do get to pick that stipulation... Which, speaking of the stipulation, I still have to announce that, don't I? Okay, okay, lets go through the process first though... I thought of all the normal Diva stipulations... You know, bra and panties, but I definitely don't want to see stephanie in her bra and panties! A bikini match... But who would want to see Stephanie in a bikini? I'd probably throw up! A lingerie match... Well, I didn't want you guys to die, because we all know if we saw Steph in lingerie, we'd die, it would be that digusting... A mud match, but I don't really like getting dirty... A pillow fight match, but I want to inflict a little more pain on Stephanie, then just hitting her with a pillow... Which brought me to this thought... Yes, Stephanie, we'll fight normally and all, like in a standard match... But there's a little catch... The loser, hehehe, the loser has to kiss the winners ass! That's right, it's a kiss my ass match! So, stephanie, let me put it this way... While I'm kicking ass, you can be thinking of how you're going to kiss my ass! See, I am the Womens Champ, and there's a reason as to that... The reson being I am the best of the best, not just in this Federation, but in all of Sports Entertainment... Well, I'm done out here, except I want to leave Stephanie with this final thought... Strap on your gear, and lace up your boots, and get ready, Steph... Get ready to do some ass kissing!

~Stacy drops the mic as the fans go wild. "Legs" by Kid Rock blares over the PA System once again, as Stacy exits the ring, and climbs down the steel steps, heading up the ramp, towards the backstage area.~

:::Good 'Ole Jim Ross:::

Well, some harsh words spoken by Stacy Keibler, but will she be able to handle Stephanie in their match at Adrenaline?

:::Jerry "The King" Lawler:::

Did I hear it was a kiss my ass match, JR? Oh, I can't wait!

:::Good 'Ole Jim Ross:::

I'm sure you can't, King, I'm sure you can't. Well, folks, don't go any where, we'll be right back after this commercial brake.~