B.O.B. D washes up onto land, Xtreme Title still in tow. He coughs up a bunch of water, and damn near a lung, before turning towards the camera and speaking.

"I gotta give ya credit, Oz, I thought this would be my easiest Title defense yet, and it ended up being the HARDEST. Props, you earned the right to drag me into the sea tonight."

D picks his belt out of the sand and holds it up, an intense look on his face.

"That's one for Anarchy, one for pay-per-view, and one for Warfare; whether they think they're gonna give me credit for it or not, the fact of the matter IS I did technically have a successful Title Defense when TK got me and Bobby DQed some odd weeks back. So, as far as I'm concerned, two more Warfares and one more pay-per-view until I get my briefcase..........."

B.O.B. D disappears into the night knowing he's that much closer.