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[[ Fade up the SGW logo. ]]

[[ The scene opens up at Christian's house. We're in the back part of it, on the deck outside. It's a muggy hot afternoon. Christian is seen sitting in his jaccuzzi tub, eyes closed. He seems in a total state of relaxation, his face is banged up from the vicious assault from Edge two weeks ago. He stays silent, breathing heavily with deep breaths. ]]

[[ Just relaxing. ]]

[[ Until.. ]]

Trish Stratus: Christian babe, you need anything?

[[ Christian slowly opens his eyes to see Trish's boobs covered by a bikini top right in his face. He can't help but to stare at them, because any man would. ]]

Christian: Umm..

[[ The staring continues. ]]

Trish Stratus: I know of one thing you need.

Christian: Oh yeah?

[[ Trish nods. ]]

Trish Stratus: Yep.

Christian: What do I need then?

Trish Stratus: You need..To stop looking at my boobs and focus on me up here, Christian.

Christian: Are you sure?

Trish Stratus: Yes.

[[ Trish grabs Christian's head and brings it up to look at her. ]]

Christian: Sorry.

Trish Stratus: No you aren't.

Christian: Ya' know me too well, Trish.

[[ Trish smiles and slides into the jaccuzzi beside Christian. She lays her head on his chest. ]]

Trish Stratus: That's because we've gone through a lot of stuff together...And, unlike Edge, we're all not going crazy over the star-power or anything. We're sticking together for the long haul.

Christian: Yeah.

Trish Stratus: How's your face?

[[ Christian rubs a spot on his head where he has stitches thanks to the chair shot. ]]

Christian: Fine. I've never been better. I'm getting used to these beatdowns..But the thing about them, Trish, the more I get beat down, the stronger I come back. That's what Edge hasn't realized about me. He's my brother, my best friend in this world, and you'd think he knew what made me tick.

Trish Stratus: Total Destruction is going to be where you take care of everything.

[[ Christian shakes his head. ]]

Christian: I don't know.

Trish Stratus: What do you mean you don't know?

Christian: Me versus my brother? I don't know if I'm going to accept the challenge. Not because I'm afraid, not because I'm a coward or yellow..Just..Trish, think about it. What good is it going to do? It's obvious one match won't finish this off once and for all.

Trish Stratus: It will if Edge doesn't walk out of Total Destruction on his own merit.

Christian: I don't know. This is a rock and a hard place I'm stuck between. I mean, I'm so angry, I've got so much rage built up inside of me that I have to find someway to get it out..But then again, it's Edge.

Trish Stratus: You want to get rid of that anger, Christian? I know of two things to do about that.

[[ Christian seems interested as Trish stops leaning on him. ]]

Trish Stratus: First..You do what Edge did to Christopher Daniels last week. You kick Booker T.'s head square off his shoulders, letting Edge know he's not the only one who can take care of business when the time calls for it.

Christian: Booker T.'s going down, big time Trish. He's running the gauntlet of pain, and it ends with me. I'm going to end Booker T.! He won't know what hits him on Stroke Saturday night. This is going to be the first singles match for the Captain since I've been SGW World champion..I'm ready to remind the world who the real champ is..The man who never lost that title is still the man.

[[ Christian is very confident, and well he should be. Booker T is a jobber now. ]]

Trish Stratus: And the second thing to do to get this anger out of you and to make things right.

Christian: Is?

[[ He knows what's coming. ]]

Trish Stratus: Accepting Edge's challenge for Total Destruction.

Christian: I know Trish..I know I have to do it.

Trish Stratus: It's the only way. It'll do you good to give Edge his receipt for all of this.

Christian: I know.

[[ He's not fully sold on the idea yet. ]]

Trish Stratus: But first things first...Booker T must be ended on Stroke.

Christian: Hold up, I know I've not done the singles match thing for a while..But since when did we start doing Val Venis promos?

Trish Stratus: What do you mean?

Christian: I'm not going to end anybody, Trish. Booker T. won't be ended..Booker T. will be made an example out of...Pff..Ended.

[[ Christian chuckles to himself and lays back against the edge of the jaccuzzi. ]]

Christian: I think Booker's had it harder than I have as of late.

Trish Stratus: Yeah, I know. There's not a bit of sunshine in his storm clouds.

Christian: Nope.

Trish Stratus: Like he's being punished or something. I kind of feel bad for him, especially now having to face you in your mood of determination.

[[ Christian shakes his head. ]]

Christian: I don't.

[[ He pauses for a second and finishes. ]]

Christian: The beating he'll receive from Captain Charisma on Stroke this week, one week before Total Destruction..Booker T.'s going to earn every kick to the face, every punch, and every Un-Prettier he gets! It's about using the things around you to make an impact...And if Edge wanted to use Christopher Daniels as his example to me..

[[ Pause. Stern look. ]]

Christian: Then the things I'm going to do to Booker T. inside that ring..He'll know then what a damn example truly looks like.

Trish Stratus: I can't wait.

Christian: I really don't have anything against Booker T. right now..But I'm in this situation of "do or die." Edge wants to try to one-up me and take the glory..The people are writing Christian off..Well, then there's only one thing to do..And that's give everyone a stern reminder to why I am the greatest wrestler to step in an SGW ring. Five times SGW Tag Team champion, twice over the longest reigning champion...The SGW World champion, the only champion to never be pinned for his title..The longest reigning Gimmick champion at an untouched seventy-six days...And a member of the SGW Hall of Fame...Booker T. won't know what hit 'em!

[[ Christian brings his hand out of the water asnd slaps his chest three times looking super serious. ]]

Christian: He doesn't have a chance, Trish. Because when I look across the ring at him on Stroke. I won't see Booker T., resident SGW whipping boy. I'll see Edge..The man I'm wanting to KILL! Because THAT'S how I ROLL..

[[ Christian is now turned serious, he's focused on ending Booker to send a message to Edge. ]]

Christian: ..Bitch!

[[ The scene fades. ]]

[[ We now opens up inside of a red sports car. Jim Cornette is driving and Tomko is riding shot gun. Cornette is swerving through traffic, cutting people off, flipping them the bird, and cussing at them. More or less, it's a pretty normal outing for the two. ]]

James E. Cornette: These people just gotta' get the hell outta' my way!

[[ Tomko slowly puts on his seat-belt. ]]

James E. Cornette: The hell you doin' that for?!

Tyson Tomko: ..Safety.

James E. Cornette: SAFETY?! SAFETY?! FROM WHAT?

[[ Cornette swerves around a car on a double yellow line, he hangs his head out the window, flipping the person off. ]]

James E. Cornette: FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!

[[ Cornette comes back into the car and continues driving. Tomko just stares at him. ]]

James E. Cornette: So seriously, why are you bucklin' up for? There's nothin' goin' on to be worried about! I'm a good driver, dammit!

[[ Cornette cuts off another car in traffic, we hear a horn honked behind him. ]]

Tyson Tomko: ..No.

James E. Cornette: But I'll tell ya' two people who need to be bucklin' up for rides of their lives..And the first one is that son if a bitch, that bastard, that cock sucker EDGE! Christian's gonna' ruin his world once and for all next week! I just know he's gonna' kill Edge!

[[ Cornette's not even looking at the road, he's looking right at Tomko. Tomko has his eyes closed. ]]

James E. Cornette: That balless bastard wants to try to up his game, up his worth in this fed by takin' out Christian? What an idiot. That attack was brutal, but you don't attack the greatest SGDubya' superstar of all god damn time and expect to see Christian just roll over! HELL NO! HELL NO TOMKO!

[[ Tomko still with his eyes closed, trying to relax before he meets his death thanks to Cornette's driving. ]]

James E. Cornette: And the second man that's gonna' get messed up..BOOKER T.! BOOKER'S GONNA' BE USED AS THE WARM UP! AS THE SACRIFICIAL LAMB TO GET EDGE'S ATTENTION! OH BOY, TOMKO! OH BOY IS BOOKER T. GONNA' GET FUCKED UP!

[[ Cornette glances on the road and notices he's in the other lane, going straight for an oncoming car. He quickly swerves the car back on the right side of the road. ]]

James E. Cornette: Tomko, why you got your eyes closed for?

[[ No reply. ]]

James E. Cornette: You thinkin' about the hell Christian's gonna' raise on Stroke?

Tyson Tomko: ..No.

James E. Cornette: Yeah, that ain't nothin' to think about. Christian's gonna' leave Booker T. as a grease spot on the mat Saturday night. That broken down has-been ain't got a snowball's chance in Hell of takin' Christian out..'Specially when Christian has a lot to prove to the critics and to himself.

[[ Cornette speeds on down the road. ]]

James E. Cornette: Nah, you couldn't have been thinkin' about that..Maybe you're thinkin' about Stacy's tits. I know I miss 'em too, Tomko.

[[ Cornette licks his lips and closes his eyes..While driving. ]]

James E. Cornette: Man, Stacy was fan damn tastic.

[[ Cornette looks like he's in a total perverted state of ecstacy, probably thinking about Stacy. Tomko opens his eyes, only to see the car Cornette isn't driving fixing to go off the road. His eyes go wide. He says all he can in his normal tone. ]]

Tyson Tomko: ..No.

[[ The car goes totally off the road and continues speeding off into a cornfield! Cornette is still having his eyes closed thinking about Stacy. ]]

James E. Cornette: YEAH STACY! I LIKE THE BUMPY RIDE!

[[ Tomko grabs the wheel and nudges Cornette. The car finally stops as corn and bushes and other trees cover the car. Cornette opens his eyes to see the destruction. ]]

James E. Cornette: OH SHIT!

[[ Cornette is just shocked at what he's seeing. Tomko is shaking his head in disbelief. ]]

Tyson Tomko: ..Idiot.

[[ Both men sit there, not sure what to do as we slowly fade. ]]

[[ The scene flashes back up at Christian's house. It's the same time as the last time we left off there. Christian is sitting by his pool, sunglasses on, but not the usual oversized pair he used to wear. He's letting the sun shine brightly on him, soaking it up for his tan. Trish is swimming in the pool. Christian looks into the camera. ]]

Christian: Booker T., I want to go ahead and send our my apology for what I'm going to end up doing to you on Stroke Saturday night.

[[ Christian rubs his chin a few times, thinking it over. ]]

Christian: You've had it rough ever since joining SGW. You're just a guy trying to make a name for yourself in this company, just trying to win a match..Well, come this Saturday night, you'll become the man who's trying to stay alive. Because Booker, to be honest, I have more things on my mind right now than to worry about some guy running around and calling me a "sucka," asking me if I can "dig it." But if it makes you feel any better, yes Booker, on Stroke, I WILL kick your ass. I will show that I'm a better wrestler than you...And yes..It'll be fun.

[[ Brief pause. ]]

Christian: For me anyway.

[[ Christian smirks. ]]

Christian: I'm going to make our match a little preview of what's going to happen to Edge IF I accept his challenge..I'll let Edge decide on Stroke when I'm done with you if a war with Captain Charisma is something he still wants, as he gazes at your body laying on the mat in a bloody heap.

[[ He removes his sunglasses, yielding a serious look on his face. ]]

Christian: I could sit here for hours on end, mocking you for being a Mr. T wanna-be..I could rub my achievements, all of them..All the people I've beaten in the past and the present..I could boost my ego by reminding you that you've not yet won a damn match..But I'm not, Booker.

[[ Christian shakes his head "no." ]]

Christian: I could tell you to gaze at this pool, look at my house, stare at the body of the woman swimming in my pool..In the Captain's pool. And I could tell you that this is what success has gotten me, what my hard work and dedication to wrestling has brought me. I could use that to show that I'm better than you..But I won't.

[[ Trish comes out of the pool and starts to dry off, our eyes are taken off Christian for a second, but brought back to him when she covers herself in a towel. ]]

Christian: But all I really have to say to you Booker is this. On Stroke, your losing streak WILL continue. Your life, well, it may end in the ring. I'm a determined man, an angry man. I'm a man on a mission for revenge, Booker. Ever since Edge slammed my face in with a chair, I've not been thinking too straight as of late. All I'm thinking about night and day isn't getting the SGW title back, isn't beating some random nobody in a match on television..It's all about revenge to me, Booker. It's about me wiping out everything that gets in my way until I get that revenge.

[[ The camera zooms in on Christian. ]]

Christian: Booker, I WILL do whatever it takes to get my revenge. And you, if you show up to Stroke, you'll be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm not the man to mess with right now. I will do to you what everyone else has done to you these past few weeks...Except worse. I'm the type of guy that, when he has his mind on something..He can't stop thinking about it. For years, I only thought about the SGW World title, and I worked hard, and I wiped out everything until I finally got it...And now, my main focus is Edge. It's all that's on my mind.

[[ Trish comes back in the picture, sitting down beside Christian. ]]

Christian: Well Book, consider this a case of deja vu. Same story, just substituting Edge for the title. I will wipe out everything that stands in my way of getting revenge on Edge..Even if it was Trish standing across the ring from me. I will do whatever it takes..I WILL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES!..And Booker, if taking you to the wood shed is one of those things..

[[ Christian shrugs. ]]

Christian: Then so be it.

[[ Christian stares into the camera, not moving. ]]

Christian: So Booker, the real question is now..

[[ Christian looks to the camera, coming closer to the lens. ]]

Christian: Can you dig that...

[[ Smirk. ]]

Christian: BITCH!

[[ Fade out. ]]

[[ We open back now at the crash site of Cornette and Tomko. ]]

James E. Cornette: Tomko, Tomko you bastard, are you ok?

[[ Nod. ]]

James E. Cornette: What the hell happened? I closed my eyes for just a second and now we're in the middle of god damn Ole McDonald's fuckin' farm!

Tyson Tomko: ..Stacy.

James E. Cornette: Oh yeah, Stacy's sweet tittes.

[[ Tomko crosses his arms and stares at Cornette. ]]

James E. Cornette: What?! Don't look at me! It ain't my fault! Don't give me the evil look, Tomko!

[[ Tomko's facial expression remains the same stone-cold look as always. ]]

James E. Cornette: Dammit! I said don't give me the evil look!

Tyson Tomko: ... Call Christian.

James E. Cornette: HELL NO! WE'VE WRECKED HIS GOD DAMN CAR!

[[ Tomko cocks an eyebrow at Cornette. ]]

James E. Cornette: I wrecked it..Whatever. That don't matter right now, Tomko! What does matter is Christian's probably sittin' down and slammin' Booker T. for being a cotton pickin' jobber!

[[ Cornette thinks back on what he said. ]]

James E. Cornette: Well shit, that wasn't a racist comment or anything. I might have well just called him a damn Spook, or a 'Coon!

[[ Cornette begins pacing around in circles. ]]

James E. Cornette: Tomko, you call 'em. Explain to him what happened without really mentionin' what happened. We gotta' get in this promo to talk shit! I gotta' send a message to Edge for bustin' me up for no reason! I wanna' shit on Booker T.'s world for not being able to win a match!

Tyson Tomko: ..Fine.

[[ Tomko pulls out his cell phone and dials a number as the scene fades. ]]

[[ Back at Christian's house we see him watching television. Trish comes walking into the scene wearing a small, barely there, sun dress. She hands Christian a cell phone. ]]

Trish Stratus: That was Tomko. Evidently, Cornette had a wet dream fantasy while driving you car about Stacy Keibler.

Christian: And the shock of that is? What? Did he not jizz this time?

[[ Trish shakes her head. ]]

Trish Stratus: He had his eyes closed, hands down his pants, and he drove off the road almost hitting a car, and crashed into a cornfield.

Christian: That's..So random. We don't have cornfields in Tampa do we?

[[ She shrugs. ]]

Trish Stratus: Beats me.

[[ Christian gets up and grabs his wallet and keys. ]]

Christian: Well let's go get them. We can make that totally random and useless scene of theirs another chance for me to talk smack on how I'm going to beat Booker T.

Trish Stratus: Yep, sounds good to me.

Christian: And they say I do a lot of random crap in my promos that don't pertain to my match? Pff, this is how you improvise, baby.

[[ He slaps his chest, looking proud. They walk out of the door to go get Tomko and Cornette as the scene fades. ]]

[[ The scene opens inside of Christian's car. He's driving, Trish is in the front, and Cornette and Tomko occupy the back. Cornette is sulking in his seat, embarrassed at the situation he was just recovered out of. ]]

Trish Stratus: Alright you two, explain to me this situation again.

James E. Cornette: No. I think Tyson 'Narc' Tomko already did.

[[ Tomko rolls his eyes. ]]

Trish Stratus: Jim, I think it's safe to say your driving days are going to be done for a while after this one.

Christian: So seriously, what were you thinking about Cornette?

James E. Cornette: NOTHIN'!

Tyson Tomko: ..Stacy.

[[ Cornette turns to Tomko. ]]

James E. Cornette: Way to forget the plan! Way to go, Tomko! For once, hell, the first time ever, YOU SAID TOO MUCH!

[[ Tomko shows no look of caring on his face. ]]

Tyson Tomko: ..Whatever.

Trish Stratus: What's so good about Stacy Keibler?

James E. Cornette: A whole HELL of a lot!

[[ Trish flashes a disgusted look on her face. Christian tries settling the matter. ]]

Christian: Look guys, next time this happens, think about Trish or something. Stacy and Edge aren't here anymore. They're forgotten memories.

James E. Cornette: Alright!

[[ Cornette smiles and looks at Trish, who is totally not comfortable with that idea. ]]

Trish Stratus: On second thought, don't think about me.

James E. Cornette: Too late, toots.

Christian: But anyway, you two have missed some good times today. I've been sitting back and relaxing, getting my head screwed back on.

James E. Cornette: Ya' need to get your mind on straight up murderin' Booker T.! That goof ain't got a chance in hell of facin' and beatin' you, even if you weren't as pissed off as you are!

Chirstian: Oh Corny, don't worry about me. I've done nothing but plan out the demise of Booker T. all day. I've never been more ready for a match in my life, but this one isn't because of the challenge against me..It's because of the message I have to send to Edge..

Tyson Tomko: ...Poor Booker.

Christian: That's right Tomko. Booker T. is facing me on the worst possible week for him. The people have been all caught up in Edge-Mania as of late, hailing him as their new hero, the new top guy in SGW..While I've been sitting around, recovering from injuries..But what everyone's forgetting, I STILL AM THE MAN!

[[ Christian looks back for a second, only to turn back to the road. ]]

Christian: And no matter if Booker likes it or not, Stroke this week will not end his losing streak. In SGW, to make a name for yourself, you gotta' pay your dues..And no matter how hard you try, what you say in your promos, or do in the ring..When you're up against the greatest superstar in SGW history..You can't like your chances. So, I'm not going to rub achievements in Booker's face, flex my ego or anything..I'm just letting him know how it's going to be on Stroke.

[[ He states it simply. ]]

Christian: I'll win.

[[ He continues driving, everyone agrees with him. ]]

Trish Stratus: Of course. Booker won't know what hit him either. You'll remind everyone in Solid Gold that it's not all about Edge, and that you, Captain Charisma, truly are the best this company, this industry has to offer. Booker T. doesn't have a chance.

Tyson Tomko: ..Nope.

Christian: So Booker T. might as well not even bother trying. I'm going to see no Booker T. in the ring on Saturday, I'll only see Edge..And thanks to that, I don't like Booker's chances of survival let alone his chances of winning..I'll be back to my old form, the form where I dominated everything that got in my way on Stroke..Not because I want to, not because I can..But because..

James E. Cornette: Oh man, Booker T.'s fucked six ways from Sunday! Christian, you're gonna' eat 'em alive! EAT 'EM ALIVE! THEN YOU'RE GONNA' KILL EDGE! WIN THE SGDUBYA TITLE! IT'S GREAT TO HAVE CAPTAIN CHARISMA BACK!

[[ And with that, the scene fades as they continue driving from the accident site back to parts unknown. It doesn't really matter, because Booker T sucks. ]]

[[ Static. ]]

[[ Fade out. ]]