After the match, Brian Pillman came down to the ring with a mic.

"I've got an announcement to make! Rocky, Stevie, take some pictures with those tag team titles, because I'm cashing in my wish--Joanna and I are going to challenge you for those titles at In Your House!"

Mets Fan and DOA came out from backstage to rebut. "Hold on, hold on, you can't just steal my disciples' hard-won title match, wish or no wish! We're gonna be in that match, whether you like it or not!"

Pillman and Mets Fan started arguing amongst themselves, and Rocky had to clear the fray. "WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, SETTLE DOWN, SETTLE DOWN! Calm down, boys, there's more than enough Rocky for the both of you! Hell, if you want a shot at this tag team gold, why not put on your big boy pants, get in this ring tonight, AND JUST BRING IT?"

Pillman started stammering as he backpedaled harder than Professor Zoom during the Tour De France. "Well, I mean, I would, I totally would, but I can't! I really can't. I mean, Joanna's already had a match tonight, she's already hit the showers-"

Rocky lifted an eyebrow. "Oh? You like to peep on women in the showers? Brian, Brian, Brian, I thought you were better than that!"

Pillman was aghast and embarassed. "I-you-I-no-you-I-wait-no-I-I-ARRRGH!" Brian stormed off.

"Oh, it's such a shame, he was such a nice boy." Rocky threw a hand to his forehead in mock heartbreak, before turning to the hard cam for a final aside.

"It's the Power Trip, I just know it! They're such bad influences!"