[Static] The camera switches on. [Voice Overview] She lined you up orderly, Made you strong and yet had you weak. She's taken away everything you hold dear and stripped you of your pride. She kicked you when you were down, holding on for dear life. She found your weakness and everyone; one of which is doomed.

She lays there; the black widow ready to strike. Her fangs sharpend, pointed to every detail. She waits, waits for an opening, her prey; her victim, already doomed. The seductress, taught only by the best; she weasels in, grasping every emotion from your body. Like the preditor, she goes for the kill.

Bastiun...You handsome devil..You are so much more of a man than any of those guys were in last weeks match. You were so brave, so strong and those muscles...

The sleek, slender frame of Cassie Hurst now comes into focus. Her lovely attire of black leather blends well with the background. Cassie's blonde hair drapes over her left arm, as she holds it within the palm of her hand as she lays down upon a black leather sofa.

Did you see how much of a coward Lomond was? Holding on to you and pulling you over the ropes with him. Cassie shakes her head. It should be him you face this week, she pouts to the camera not me.

These men aren't in your class Bastiun, they don't hold a candle to you. From your first promo, I saw something "wild" in you. You're a hungry man Bastiun, and I know what you're craving. she winks to him, tracing her tongue across her upper and lower lip.

Sunday Night, I have to, once again stand inside a ring against you..not to my liking, but to the liking of our boss, Mr. Nixon. Now, I know your partner and my brother have differences against eachother, but I hope that doesn't lead to problems for you & me.

The camera closes in upon the body of Cassie, as she leans back upon the leather sofa, glaring up toward the celing.

I know that I am going to have alot of men now, wanting more than just a piece of me, she smiles but they're all going to be gunning for this Television Title I now hold. I won't blame you Bastiun , if you're one of those men, but you must know this, no matter who it'll be, I'm going to fight my hardest. No one respects a champion who won't fight.

Cassie rolls to her left and slowly sits up on the edge of the sofa. She positions her black shirt and takes both hands and lifts the back end of her hair up into the air, allowing it to fall gracefully down upon her shoulders.

Justin, I won't get into your affair with my brother, but know this about him, he is one hot headed SOB when he is pissed off. I've seen him in action and I've heard the words he's spoken of about you. He fights well and he fights hard, something your partner there, Cassie begins to blush Bastiun, knows much about. Come Sunday Night boys, I can promise you one hell of a good fight. With Colton's aggression inside the ring, and my ability to.... she pauses Well, we'll let Bastiun, fill you in on my abilities... she winks and pukers her moist lips together towards the camera.

So be ready boys..because it's all about the "Price to Play".

The camera zooms in as Cassie stands to her feet, waving to the camera in a sensual manner, holding the APWO Television Title across the front of her chest...

Cassie, you wear the title OVER your clothes dear...

The camera soon drops as the last visual you see upon contact is a topless young Hurst girl with a shiny Gold Title belt wrapped around her waist.

Oh..Mother...

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