(We open up from the Mariner Arena in Baltimore, Maryland. The sight of the next Shockwave, fans line up waiting for the chance to see their favorite Extreme Measures Federation superstars. Its mid way through the pre-show, as the first dark match of the night finishes up. Where Lance Sologub pins AN ARKIE with the....well, he hasn't won a televised match in a long time. So whatever the name of his finisher was, after the match. Lance decides to entertain the fans with his (not so) great rap skills. Before he can drive the fans crazy, the EMF tron lights up, and shows Christian backstage. He's talking on the phone to some sort of help line for professional wrestlers. Christian gets a weird look on his face as he's gotten some weird suggestion)

.::Christian::.-No......um....thanks for the offer, but I'll have to pass. Look, I'm calling you because I need to know what I need to do to beat AJ Styles?

(Christian stays silent as the person talking on the other end is making a suggestion.)

.::Christian::.-What the hell? Don't talk to anyone all promo. How the hell is that going to help me get ready for a wrestling match? Especially if I'm trying to get some important information that could actually HELP me win? How much are you getting paid?! It's obviously too much! Who the hell would think that would be a great way to get ready for a match? What the hell am I going to do? Bore AJ Styles to death? While that does work for some people, that's not exactly Captain Charisma's style!

(Christian listens in on the response, and then answers when they finished)

.::Christian::.-Man, that's totally lame....but fine, it couldn't help to try something new. I swear to god, this better work!

(Christian listens in the response.)

.::Christian::.-What do you mean I'm doomed already!?!

(Christian gets a pissed off look as he listens in to the response)

.::Christian::.-What!! Because I'm talking to you! So I'm going to lose regardless!! GOD DAMN IT!!....*gets another response*....oh...I'm double DOOMED now...well that's just great. So what do you suppose that I do, because I'm paying you all this money every minute I'm on here.

(Get's another response, and then says. He shakes his head, as he got something that he didn't like, but he's accepting to try anything.)

.::Christian::.-What? I'm suppose to drone on in the ring, that's a bit uncreative, and boring, don't you think? Alright, alright....this better work. I'm off to earn something, I don't know what it is...but to get my revenge on AJ Styles, I will do anything. You can probably see that by now.

(Gets another response.)

.::Christian::.-No, I'm not that desperate! Alright, I'm off to win.....um....something.

(Christian shakes his head, and then the scene fades away with that. Another dark match takes place, and finally ends after a little bit of time. Christian is in his ring gear, and has a gag over his mouth. He's pacing back and forth, thinking about what he's going to do for his match with AJ Styles. He turns around one time, and is caught off guard as the wWo's announcer the Couch is standing there. Christian jumps a little bit almost like he was scared, but then he calms down, and tries to look as cool as possible. Well, as cool as you can be with a gag around your mouth, when your a professional wrestler.

.::The Couch::.-Christian, I just wanted to know if you would mind answering a few questions.

.::Christian::.-*mumbling through the gag (translation-Does it look like I mind?? Didn't it cross your mind that I might have to get mentally prepared for this match?)

.::The Couch::.-No.......not really...

.::Christian::.-*mumbles through the gag* (translation-Oh, alright. Then what are your questions Couch.)

.::The Couch::.-First off, it was only a few months ago that AJ Styles defeated you for the right to be known as the "hoodie master", what are your thoughts coming off this humiliating defeat and what do you plan on doing different?

(Christian gets a pissed off look, as much as you can tell right now without seeing his mouth.)

.::Christian::.-*mumbles through the gag* (translation-First off, get your damn facts straight. That whole match was a fluke, nothing more than a fluke. Hell, it wasn't even a fluke. No it was worst than a fluke, I was totally ripped off. We all know that I'm the real winner of the match, the President and World Champion John Cena saw it! Everyone in the back saw it! Most importantly....my Peeps saw it *does a taunt to his Peeps as they boo him, he would smirk cockily...but he can't*. See, they all saw it! I know that some people might think that those people are booing me. Because they really like AJ Styles, and thought he really kicked my ass. But the truth is they are booing, because they know the truth, and the truth is that AJ Styles is nothing more than fake, a nobody, a NOTHING! You hear me! We all know that I am the only true hoodie master. Hell, it's even on my jacket! *turns around, it shows the words hoodie master* You see! Only a true hoodie master would have a jacket like that! I never needed a match to prove that I was the true hoodie master; I'm the hoodie masters of hoodie masters. I'm the biggest star to ever wear the hoodie jacket, and quite frankly.....AJ Styles is a poser! A poser without a point, oh wait that was Wes Ikeda. But then you could see how I could mistake the two. But Couch, the result aside. I not only have proven who was really the better man that day weeks ago to AJ Styles. But I proved that I'm a far better wrestler than AJ Styles! Put me in the ring with AJ Styles, and I would have beaten him 99 times out of 100. But AJ, AJ....you just so happened to find out what so many people who have entered that ring have. That once two wrestler’s step into that ring, that anything can happen, and even the best wrestlers have an off day. In my case, you didn't even beat me AJ; I didn't beat my self, because I'm Captain Charisma and I don't make mistakes. You just so happened to be in the right place, at the right time. I bet your proud of yourself, I know you been shouting to everyone that will listen that you beat me. You shouted from on top of mountains that AJ Styles somehow got the win over Christian at Whiplash 2006. I know you have darted in front of traffic, just so that people will stop, and you can tell the driver that you beat Christian. Hell, you even went as far to traveled to far off places, so that people who don't have television, much less cable, and hell probably spoke a language that you couldn't understand. But you didn't let that fact in your way AJ. You needed make sure that they know that Christian lost to AJ Styles at Whiplash 2006. Sure, they don't know what the hell the Extreme Measures Federation is, and they don't know what professional wrestling is. But I'm sure that fact never entered your phenomenally small brain. I know this, because I have heard it every where I go, and I'm tired of it! AJ, sure you won, but lightening will not strike twice. You ask what I'm going to do differently; I do have a different game plan. One that I doubt is very good, but it doesn't matter, because in the end. Christian is simply better than AJ Styles, that's why I'm going to the ring only to prove that point to you, AJ Styles, and the world! AJ, you used your one time out of a hundred, but your going to find out tonight beyond a shadow of a doubt! That Christian is, and will always be BETTER than AJ Styles!

.::Couch::.-Wow, it's amazing how much you can say with a gag on. But anyways, if you were to win, what do you think the "something" is? Maybe it's more luck with women?

.::Christian::.-*mumbles through the gag*...ha..ha..ha...you think you're funny Couch? You want to dive into my personal life; well at least I don't spend half my time being sat on. I guess that might not be too bad, considering women sit on you....damn...it almost makes me want to be a couch. Anyways, as for my luck with women. I have no problems with women, they all love me. They all know it; just most of them won't admit it. What about Jackie Cena, we all know she has an obsession with Christian. I mean I could tell you about our night after Survival of the Fittest, when I helped lead Team Cena to victory. But, I probably shouldn't enclose that information to the sick freaks out there that would get off on it. Hell, I mean Matt Hardy said I could have his girlfriend, but he was asking for too steep of a rate per minute. Plus, Ashley said I was creepy, and I'm not. I know many people that are more creepy than me, *whispers to Coach* have you ever seen Cena's boy? Now that kid is creepy *end whispering*. I really don't know what Amy would have for us. We know that woman could have many things for me, because we all know how bitter she is that I turned on Jericho and her. So, it could be anything really. Although, what it is, it has to be good. Because on the off hand chance that I get blinded by swamp gas, that reflects off of Venus and I lose. That Amy wouldn't want fellow fan favorite AJ Styles to have to suffer through a plot that she had cooked up for me. I know Amy Jericho too well, and I know that she's far too smart for that. While, I'm sure she knows that I'm a lock for this match. Amy Jericho doesn't take risks, and that's been a fact if you know anything about the Extreme Measures Federation. So we will see what she has for either of us, maybe she will give me my rightful claim to the hoodie master name. But I know for a fact that whatever it is, it has to be good, and it's going to be huge! Hell Couch, you might as well just name me the winner right now. Because this is going to be easy. Couch, you are wasting everyone's time. Amy might as well get her ass *Couch and Christian stare into space at the mention of Amy's ass*........anyways, and give me my reward. Because this match is just a formality. AJ Styles is going down, and you can mark it down, record it, and play it as much you want to mock me. Because I'm going to that ring to prove all the doubters why I'm the best kept secret in the Extreme Measures Federation. Why? Because that's...........how I roll!!