It has been about 6 minutes since the bell rang and me and Evan locked up. I could tell that I was out of shape, out of wrestling shape that is. My body pounded on the mat after a front drop kick to my jaw. I was dazzed. I could see Evan climbing the top rope. This is it. His finisher is set. The crowd's excitement was raising as the picture flashes reminded me of a lightning storm. Like a bird, Evan gracefully swooped down with his high moonsault. With a split second to react, I reached for the ropes and pulled myself out of the way. Evan thudded on the mat as I lifted myself to my feet. Evan also lifted himself up, while holding his torso. I grabbed his arm and sent him with an irish whip into the ropes. He flew back at me and jumped clear over my head. He bounced off the ropes again and I lifted my leg and kicked him in the gut. The wind was knocked out of him. I clinched his arms, lifted my head to the booing crowd...SPLAT.

"Pedigree!! Pedigree!! Pedigree!! All Clover has to do is pin him now. This match is over!"

The ref raised my hand in victory. My music thundered through the crowd. I did not celebrate. I simply jerked my hand from the ref, rolled under the ropes and walked back up the ramp.

As I walked backstage, I was stopped by Shane McMahon. He wanted to congratulate me on my victory, and hoped there were no hard feelings between us. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the Tulip prepping for his number 1 contendership match. He looked distracted.

I walked away immediately fearing confrontation. I can hear his music crank up. A different reaction from the crowd...of course he was a crowd favorite.