Kiss My Feet Match

Casey then gets into the ring with Yasmin.

Casey smiles as Yasmin looks at Casey defiantly.

"You got some real chips on your shoulder, you know that girl?"

Yasmin snarls, "I wouldn't if you and your little fat ass whore would learn to exercise!"

"You see, that's what I mean right there." Casey points to her, "So, in order to put all this rivalry behind us. I think I know what type of match we shall have."

"Oh, yeah, what?"

"A Kiss My Feet Match!"

Everyone cheers.

"If I win, you and Lisa has to kiss Rochelle's and my feet. And admit we are better then you and be our personal slaves for a week, until the next title challenge."

"That doesn't seem like a fair bet."

Casey holds her finger, "But...but. This is where it gets better."

"If you win."

"When I win..."

"If you win, me and Rochelle will kiss your feet and admit your better and will do whatever stupid exercise regiment you want. And you get to be Champion. Can't see a better deal then that."

Yasmin thinks it over and then turns around, "I accept!"

The people cheer as Casey smiles, "Good.

She then drops the mike and clothesline Yasmin while Rochelle tackles Lisa before she can get to the ring. The bell rings to signal the match.