Welcomed to Main Event:

- Triple H
- Stevie Richards
- Blue Meanie
- Vampiro
- Val Venis(2)
- Amy Love
- Rob Van Dam
- Chris Benoit(2)
- Dean Malenko
- Kevin Nash(2)
- Steve Austin
- Shawn Michaels(2)
- Ken Kennedy/ Big Show
- Chavo Guerrero Jr
- Maria
- The Undertaker
- Spirit Squad
- Senshi
- Randy Orton

' Business as Usual '

[[ Static. ]]

[[ Fade up the SGW logo. ]]

[[ Body Count - Sunday, May 21, 2006. ]]

[[ The scene opens up after last week'spay-per-view, Body Count, went off the air. We're in the hallway leading towards the exit of the arena in the back. We see Cornette, Stacy, Trish, and Tomko leading the way, carrying their gear bags. Christian and Edge follow behind them. Edge is holding a towel, wiping the blood off his face from his war with Randy Orton earlier in the night, holding his Tag title in his other hand. Christian holds his Tag title with a big smile on his face, he looks to Edge. ]]

Christian: Great job out there tonight, bro. It was great seeing Randy Orton get what was coming to him.

[[ Edge wipes his head one last time, throwing the bloody white towel on the ground. ]]

Edge: Thanks.

Christian: It's great to be back into the swing of things now. I'm ready to get going and get back to my old form.

Edge: I noticed..Challenging the FBI.

Christian: Yeah, stupid idiots accepting the challenge. I wanted my comeback match to be an easy win, and who else better than beat up than our old rivals, the FBI?

[[ You can tell Edge isn't happy about anything right now. ]]

Edge: Oh yeah, thanks for asking me if I wanted to defend our titles this week.

Christian: What bro? We got to or we're going to lose them.

Edge: Big deal. It's not like we've won them five times each or anything. I thought we were past this whole tag team wrestling stage of our careers.

Christian: Well, we did have to stop Kennedy and Show from breaking our record. So what if we've not defended them much since World Warrior? It's just the FBI. I've beat Guido before in AWE, and they were only SGW Tag champions because Arn Anderson never gave us our return title shot. Nothing major.

[[ Edge shows no emotion still, he's not a happy camper. ]]

Edge: I don't care if they're tag team gods or second-rate jobbers. I just got done putting an end to Randy Orton once and for all, while you were in a damn hospital bed. All of us have been sitting here since you got your ass kicked, fighting for YOU. And now you come back in and you start taking over?

Christian: Well..I was just trying to get us back on top, bro.

Edge: I'VE NEVER LEFT THE TOP, CHRISTIAN!

[[ Edge's anger has bewildered everyone. ]]

Christian: I know, and I thank you all for backing me up as I tried figuring out why a damn pink elephant was banging a peanut in my room when I had a concussion. I thank you for taking up for me against Jeff Jarrett's crew of jobbers. But I'm back now, and I just figured we'd have ourselves an easy week.

[[ Edge slaps Christian's belt on his shoulder. ]]

Edge: Well, in case you haven't forgot Christian, just because you're back, SGW doesn't revolve around you again just yet. You're HALF of the Tag Team champions..The team name isn't "Christian"..It's EDGE AND CHRISTIAN.

[[ Christian can't figure out why Edge is being so hostile. Even Cornette, Trish, Stacy, and Tomko stop to take notice. ]]

Christian: I know. But you got to remember who the main eventer around here is.

Edge: You're right..He's the one who's been here winning the damn matches, not watching the show from a hospital room.

[[ Edge and Christian stop and have a staredown. You can feel the tension in the air. ]]

Christian: The hell's your problem, bro?

Edge: It's always been about you hasn't it? From SGW, to ACW, to nEw, it's always been about Christian..All about Captain Charisma and the "peeps." But when Edge gets his run in the singles division, when he's stealing Val Venis' pride, when he's killing Randy Orton in a Street Fight..When he's defying all the odds for his brother, for his tag team partner, for his best friend in the world..When it comes time to give him his credit..He gets OVERSHADOWED LIKE ALWAYS!

[[ Christian is confused to where Edge is coming from. ]]

Christian: What?

Edge: What? Is it that hard to see, Christian? You come back and you instantly start calling the shots like always. Picking our opponents, challenging people to matches without talking to me, thinking it'll be cool, thinking it's no big deal. Well you want to know what, Christian? It is a big deal. I'm as good of, if not a better, wrestler than you. We're on a level playing field in terms of achievements and everything. And instead of saying thanks and showing appreciation for me fighting your battles..You go on and do the same thing that got your ass sent to the hospital to begin with.

[[ Edge looks Christian right in the eyes, Cornette and company just stand back in shock. ]]

Edge: And that's sticking your nose in other people's business and picking fights, expecting me to come in for the rescue and help you back up your big talk like always. Well, thanks for asking me. Maybe I didn't want to face the god damn FBI on Stroke, Christian! Maybe I wanted to rest for a few weeks and get over the mental effects that INTRODUCING A MAN TO DEATH BRINGS TO THE TABLE! MAYBE DEFENDING THESE STUPID BELTS AREN'T AS IMPORTANT AS YOU THINK!

Christian: Dude, Edge, chill man. I'm sorry.

Edge: Sorry? Sorry? A little late for you saying sorry, Christian.

[[ Edge just stares Christian down. ]]

Edge: It's a little late to be apologizing..Especially now that Trish's nose is healed, Cornette's recovered from being beat up by by Senshi in a match he had no business in, and that, thanks to me, I got rid of your problem.

James E. Cornette: I'm not fully recovered from that.

Edge: So yeah, how nice of you to waltz in and apologize for you getting us into this mess after we bailed you out.

Trish Stratus: Easy Edge, that's not fair to say.

Christian: I didn't mean for it to seem like I was trying to take over. I just wanted to get my competitive juices flowing again in SGW..And the FBI's the last old-school tag team from our era that we've not faced. Us beating them just solidifies us as the best ever.

Edge: I think winning thirty-eight straight matches and seventeen Tag titles after debuting in 2001 makes us the best tag team ever, Christian..I don't think us beating a couple of Italian goofs that beat the Flairs tonight is going to change anyone's opinions on us. But you know what? Fine King Christian, like always, I'll go along with your little challenge to the FBI.

Christian: Edge..

Edge: SHUT UP!

[[ Christian is speechless. ]]

Edge: You and I will kick the FBI's asses and send them back to the mid-card where they belong. We'll show we're all big and dominant..We'll let you have the spotlight as your big return match after almost getting killed by Jeff Jarrett and his group. That's all fine and dandy..We'll extend our Tag title reign another week and break our own length record, no big deal. Fine by me. All I've done for you, and what you give me in return is a match with a couple of jobbers who have a brighter future of delivering me pizza than they do of being Tag Team Champions.

Christian: Edge, seriously..Is not this big of a deal, man. I'm sorry that you're acting like this, but I don't know what I can do. I didn't think it was a big deal.

Edge: Well, it is.

[[ Still eye-to-eye, Cornette finally has seen enough and comes in between the brothers, pushing them away from one another. ]]

James E. Cornette: GOD DAMMIT, ENOUGH! ENOUGH FROM BOTH OF YOU!

Christian: Hey, I don't have a problem.

James E. Cornette: I DON'T GIVE A SHIT! I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL'S GOTTEN IN BETWEEN YOU TWO LATELY, BUT IT NEEDS TO FUCKIN' STOP RIGHT GOD DAMN NOW! YOU TWO ARE BROTHERS, AND WE'VE GONE TOO DAMN FAR FOR YOU TWO TO GET ALL PISSY AT ONE ANOTHER OVER A BUNCH OF STUPID SHIT!

[[ Edge throws his title belt on the ground. ]]

Edge: We have gone a long ways..And I'm not going any farther.

Stacy Keibler: Edge, what's wrong?!

[[ Edge storms off and Stacy grabs his arm and he slings her off. ]]

Stacy Keibler: EDGE!

Edge: Screw off, Stacy.

[[ Edge pushes the exit doors wide open and walks through them. Christian picks up Edge's Tag title and looks at it in total amazement of what just transpired. Did Edge just walk out on Christian? The scene fades. ]]

[[ Current time. ]]

[[ A week has passed since anyone's heard from Edge after he threw down his tag title after a dispute with Christian. We open up inside of Christian's house. He's sitting in the couch, cuddled up with Trish watching television. Cornette and Tomko occupy two recliners. ]]

Trish Stratus: Still feeling alright, Christian?

Christian: Yeah, my head's fine..I just don't know what to think anymore after Edge did his little stunt.

James E. Cornette: Ah Christian, trust me, you gotta' give 'em a break. He's been under a lot of stress, bustin' his ass week in and week out tryin' to get revenge on Jarrett and Orton. You just caught 'em at a bad time.

Christian: Maybe..I don't know, Corny.

[[ Christian seems torn on the whole situation. ]]

James E. Cornette: Maybe he's taken the week to blow off his steam and clear his head.

Christian: I just hope he shows for Stroke.

Trish Stratus: Christian, just relax. Edge is all about winning, and at the end of the day, he's still your brother. He's done this much fighting for you, he's not going to stop now.

Tyson Tomko: ..Nope.

Trish Stratus: Nothing is going to ruin the comeback of the greatest SGW superstar of all time.

[[ Christian brightens up a little bit, not looking as torn. ]]

Trish Stratus: There's nothing that's going to allow the FBI to let lightning strike twice and win another Tag title. They know just as well as anyone else who's followed SGW that if it wasn't for Arn Anderson screwing you and Edge over and not giving you that return title shot..They'd NEVER won the titles in the first place, making them just like any ordinary tag team in SGW.

Christian: Oh, even if Edge doesn't show up, they still can't take me, even with a concussion. The C-Train is back and ready to roll through everyone in SGW en route to me getting my hands on Jeff Jarrett...Starting this week with the FBI, tag titles on the line.

James E. Cornette: Goddamn right!

[[ We hear a door opening in the back of the house and in walks Stacy Keibler. She lays her purse down in the kitchen and walks into the living room area where everyone else is at. ]]

Stacy Keibler: Hey guys.

[[ Everyone responds to her as she sits on the remaining seat on the couch. ]]

Christian: Got a hold of Edge yet?

Stacy Keibler: Nope, it's been a whole week.

Christian: I just don't understand why he's all mad for.

James E. Cornette: Like I said Christian, give 'em this week to get his mind right. Killin' a man does a lot to ya' I'm sure. I spent time in prison with killers, I know this shit.

Trish Stratus: Right.

James E. Cornette: I do, dammit!

Christian: You guys don't think I was being overbearing or anything do you? I was just wanting to remind everyone of who the man was before I got put out of commission.

Stacy Keibler: Nah Christian, Edge has been acting weird anyway.

James E. Cornette: You not fuckin' 'em right?

[[ Stacy shrugs. ]]

Stacy Keibler: I guess I'm doing it right.

Christian: Maybe we ought to check it out and see.

Stacy Keibler: Alright.

[[ Trish shakes her head no, staring a hole through Christian. ]]

Trish Stratus: No.

Christian: Sorry Stacy.

Trish Stratus: Idiot.

[[ Trish rolls her eyes as Christian tries saving himself. ]]

Christian: I was only joking.

[[ No way she's buying that. ]]

Trish Stratus: No..No you weren't.

[[ It was a shot any man would have taken. ]]

Trish Stratus: Look, it's almost six-thirty, our reservations at the restaurant is at seven. We need to be going right now so we'll make it.

Christian: I got a phone call to make.

Trish Stratus: To who?

[[ The group gets up, the air let out of their balloons, not acting the same. ]]

Christian: I'm going to get Edge there.

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

[[ Earlier in the week. Wednesday, May 24, 2006. ]]

[[ The scene opens up on the open freeway in the afternoon time. Edge is cruising at a high rate of speed, swerving around traffic. He's listening to his favorite type of music, hard rock, and just enjoying being out. He's talking to himself. ]]

Edge: This is how it should be all along. Me taking care of ME.

[[ Edge changes the song on his cd player and leans back in his seat, relaxing. ]]

Edge: And all I'm worried about now is beating the FBI on Stroke. So what if Christian's coming back? I've been doing this all along while he's been out of commission. Tag titles on the line? Fine. I'm the original King of Tag Team Wrestling in Solid Gold! I was the first man to win four Tag titles..I have the most Tag title reigns in SGW history!

[[ He swerves in front of another car and guns it down the highway. ]]

Edge: Thirty-eight straight wins, even if I wanted to, I don't know how to lose. And now, Little Gudio and his FBI buddies want a win over me? They want my Tag title? Too damn bad! The FBI needs to understand some facts about pro-wrestling and SGW. They only made it into the history books in SGW because Christian and I got screwed and didn't get out rematch to get our Tag titles back after we lost them. And yet, Guido and his crew has the balls to tell Christian and I we'd better not take them from granted?

[[ Edge slams his fist on the steering wheel. ]]

Edge: SCREW THE FBI! THOSE WORTHLESS JOBBERS CAN'T HANG WITH THE GREATEST TAG TEAM IN WRESTLING HISTORY! THEY HAVEN'T DONE HALF THE THINGS WE'VE ACHIEVED! THEY HAVEN'T WON THIRTY-EIGHT STRAIGHT! THEY HAVEN'T MADE IT TO THE HALL OF FAME AND NEVER WILL!

[[ Edge's yelling of frustration overtakes the sound of his heavy metal music. ]]

Edge: So the Guido wants us to watch how we go about our actions this week and not get too confident huh? Give no less than our best...Well, in case he's forgotten about all the ass kickings he's received at our hands over the years since 2002, Edge and Christian bring no less than the best each and every night. The Rated R Superstar doesn't know anything less than the best! And I know Christian's cocky ass will deliver the good as well..And even if he doesn't..As always..

[[ Edge adjusts his sunglasses. ]]

Edge: I'll carry us to victory and another successful retaining of our Tag Team titles.

[[ Edge os full of anger as always. ]]

Edge: I can only imagine the promos these idiots are going to do, after I watch them about six times and get some professional translators to translate that mumble they call Italian, they'll instantly realize something.

[[ Brief pause. ]]

Edge: The Full-Blooded Italians...

[[ Edge licks his teeth, looking super confident. ]]

Edge: Are screwed!

[[ Edge bobs his head to the hard rock music. ]]

Edge: They want to make this some sort of joke?! They think they honest to God have a chance of beating me and Christian? It's official, what we all knew all along is official..The Full-Blooded Italians..Are Full-Blooded IGNORANT ASSHOLES! You don't tell Edge and Christian, seventeen-time Tag Team champions, SEVENTEEN TAG TITLE WINS IN FIVE YEARS...That they're going to lose. The FBI has no chance in hell!

[[ Edge seems to be over his anger of Christian. ]]

Edge: The FBI needs to realize who gave them that shot to get their names in the history books, WE DID! They need to realize their whole career has been built on a GOD DAMN FLUKE! A STROKE OF LUCK! And on Stroke this week, THAT LUCK RUNS OUT! LADY LUCK AND THIS BIG UNDEFEATED STREAK THEY HAVE DIED AT THE HANDS OF THE BEST TAG TEAM IN SGW HISTORY!

[[ Edge is so intense and he passes another car. ]]

Edge: And that's a promise that won't be hard to keep.

[[ Edge cranks the music up even higher than it was and he smashes the pedal down farther and his sports car speeds out of our sight as the scene fades. ]]

[[ Present time. ]]

[[ Everyone has left the room getting ready for dinner except Christian. He sits on the couch still and holds the cell phone to his ear. He stomps his foot anxiously. ]]

Christian: C'mon Edge, answer.

[[ We can hear it ring..He waits longer. ]]

Christian: Pick up..Dammit Edge, pick up.

[[ It rings again. ]]

[[ And again. ]]

Edge: This is Edge.

Christian: Edge, bro..

[[ He stops speaking when he realizes he's not talking to Edge, but yet Edge's voicemail. ]]

Edge: I can't come to the phone right now, but leave me a message.

[[ Christian cocks an eyebrow. ]]

Christian: But..Why doesn't he say "hey, this is Adam?"

Edge: Leave me a message after the beep.

[[ Beep. ]]

[[ Christian takes in a deep breath, picking his words wisely. ]]

Christian: Edge, look man..I've given you the week to clear your mind. I'm just inviting you to dinner with the gang tonight, all of us..To celebrate our passing of our longest Tag title reign in SGW history this coming week. I really want you there man, to celebrate our success, our dominance...And to talk about how we're going to beat the FBI.

[[ Pause for cheesy dramatic effect. ]]

Christian: As a team.

[[ Christian finishes off the message. ]]

Christian: But yeah, we're eating at our usual place at seven, I hope you show up. We've gone too far, beaten too many teams, and had too many adventures over the past, what's now five years as a team to let a misunderstanding stop us. Because us not being on the same page is the only way we'll ever lose, and I want to get to fourty straight wins..And beyond. But anyway, just show up tonight, you won't regret it.

[[ Christian stops talking and removes his phone from his ear. He looks at it, and then closes it. ]]

Christian: Dammit.

[[ We hear "Here I Go Again On My Own" by Whitesnake play in the background. Christian lays down on the couch, looking up at the ceiling, shaking his head. Not knowing whether or not he convinced his brother to join them for a possible reconciliation. The scene fades. ]]

[[ Friday, May 26, 2006. ]]

[[ We see Christian now with Trish walking down a dock at night. They're walking hand in hand, Christian's Tag title vacates his left shoulder. It's a nice night and the two are out trying to clear their minds. ]]

Trish Stratus: What a crazy week this has been.

Christian: Yeah I know. I'm ready to get back in the ring though.

Trish Stratus: Yeah, and what good opponents to get the ring rust off with in the FBI.

Christian: Yeah I know. I'm going to deflate their big egos. They think they're big and bad because they run around screaming profanities and using incoherent, incomplete sentences? Screw those idiots. This is the best competition that the tag division in Solid Gold has? This isn't going to be a war of the ages, this won't be a fight people will remember...Hell no.

[[ Christian stops walking and puffs his chest out. ]]

Christian: Usually top matches are competitive and unforgettable...Not massacres like this one is going to be.

Trish Stratus: Yeah I know, I don't understand everyone's sudden fascination with the FBI. Hello? This is 2006, they sucked in 2002 when you kicked Guido's ass in AWE..They sucked in SGW before it closed when they beat two even worse teams for YOUR Tag titles you didn't get your rematch for...And the older they get, the WORSE they are now!

Christian: Unlike Edge and I, who are peaking even more than we were. People used to think we were dominant years ago, and now, we've only gotten even BETTER. The FBI couldn't hang in our league then when we were just starting out...And they sure as crap can't do it now.

[[ Christian slaps his chest three times. ]]

Christian: Even if Edge doesn't show up to Stroke, Captain Charisma can single-handedly deliver a reality check to those idiots. They aren't even going to go down as one of our toughest opponents by no means. This right here, is just going to be business as usual. Same thing as always..Get in the ring, regulate jobbers, retain title belts. Thirty-nine straight wins has never been easier.

Trish Stratus: I just can't see what people see in the FBI for them to be deemed "competition."

[[ Christian shrugs. ]]

Christian: Me either. I didn't challenge them looking for a competitive match, I challenged the FBI because I knew wrestling them would be an easy title defense, and it'd help me get the ring rust off as I start my march back to the SGW World Heavyweight title. "Stiff competition" my ass. The only stiff competition anywhere in APW...And they're only stiff because they're DEAD!

[[ Christian looks satisfied with that awesome burn. ]]

Christian: BOO-YAH!

[[ Christian raises the roof. ]]

Trish Stratus: Next week, you and Edge's Tag title reign will surpass your original longest reign of sixty-seven days. I hope Edge comes to his senses so we can all celebrate this big occassion for the both of you, and for SGW's tag team division as a whole.

Christian: Yeah, I know. I have faith in Edge, I know he'll come around when it comes down to go time.

Trish Stratus: I hope.

Christian: Once people start backing the FBI, thinking they're going to be the team to beat us, to snap our five year winning streak at thirty-eight..He'll go ballistic on them.

[[ Their stroll down the dock continues. ]]

Christian: But next Sunday night when Stroke returns, it won't be a classic tag team match..It won't be a match the fans will remember for it's awesome factor..The only reason this match will be remembered, is because the FBI will DIE IN THE RING!

Trish Stratus: May as well keep the streak alive.

Christian: The Full-Blooded Italians are NOT competition to Edge and Christian.

Trish Stratus: Nope.

[[ Not even close. ]]

Christian: The Full-Blooded Italians are nothing more than another one of those one-hit wonder tag teams in SGW who couldn't make it anywhere else. They had their one Tag Team title reign in SGW...And that's where their success stops. They will not be winning anymore Tag Team titles, because to do that..

[[ Christian slaps his title. ]]

Christian: You got to beat the champs..And to do that..

[[ Christian smirks cockily. ]]

Christian: Hell's got to FREEZE OVER!

[[ He slaps his chest. ]]

Christian: Because there's not a singles wrestler or a tag team who can match up evenly with the Rated R Superstar and Captain Charisma.

[[ Pause. ]]

Christian: ..Bitch.

[[ The two continue walking as the scene fades. ]]

[[ Sunday, May 28, 2006. ]]

[[ The scene opens up inside of a bar. Edge is sitting at the bar drinking a beer. He takes a sip and lays the glass back down. The bartender walks over his way. ]]

Bartender: I get ya' anything else?

[[ Edge takes another drink. ]]

Edge: No thanks, I just got to clear my head.

Bartender: Something botherin' ya'?

Edge: I've just not been myself lately.

[[ The bartender wipes the bar off with the towel around his neck. ]]

Bartender: What happen? Break up with your lady?

Edge: Not quite..I got mad at my brother over some stupid things. Said some stuff.

Bartender: Oh, that's nothin' then.

Edge: It's a big deal. We're a tag team in SGW, we have a big title defense coming up.

[[ Edge turns the beer up and finishes it off. ]]

Bartender: I figured that was you. But hey, everybody's got disagreements. Nothin' major, kid..Especially when he's your brother. You two have been mainstays in the top of the wrestling game for a long time, no need in letting that change over some misunderstanding.

[[ Edge sits there nodding. ]]

Edge: You know, you're right.

Bartender: Of course I am, I've seen this many times.

Edge: Oh yeah?

Bartender: Definitely. That and I wanna' see you two keep them titles. After all the wars you two's been through..It'd be ridiculous to stop it now. You two are on top of your games. Untouchable. Everybody knows that.

Edge: ...Yeah.

[[ Edge gets up off his bar stool and turns to the bartender. ]]

Edge: Thanks for advice.

Bartender: No problemo.

[[ Edge walks off and the bartender throws his arms in the air. ]]

Bartender: HEY, YOU NOT PAYIN' FOR YA' BEER?

[[ Edge is long gone and the guy knows he's lost that money. ]]

Bartender: ..Asshole.

[[ The scene fades. ]]

[[ Current time. ]]

[[ We open up inside of a rental car being driven by Tyson Tomko. Cornette vactes the front seat, and Stacy, Trish and Christian are in the back. ]]

James E. Cornette: Christian, you get ahold of Edge?

Christian: Nope. I left him a voicemail telling him where we were at.

James E. Cornette: Maybe he'll show up.

Christian: Me too. Going to be pretty lame celebrating our surpassing of the Tag Team title length record without the co-holder of the Tag titles.

Tyson Tomko: ..Yep.

James E. Cornette: Eh, he'll come to. He's just went through a lot these past few weeks..We all have.

[[ Everyone agrees. ]]

Trish Stratus: Definitely.

Stacy Keibler: But we've held in there.

Christian: And like always, we've overcame the odds to prevail on top.

James E. Cornette: Damn right! Christian's back and better than ever! And together, the greatest tag team in wrestlin' HISTORY's gonna' fuck the FBI up on Stroke!

Christian: Yeah..With or without Edge.

James E. Cornette: Trust me, Christian...He'll come around.

[[ Christian nods. ]]

Christian: I hope you're right.

[[ The scene fades as Trish comes close to Christian. Tomko continues driving on the way to the restaurant for the celebration dinner. ]]

[[ Curren time. ]]

[[ Edge is in the gym working out. He finishes a set of bench press and lays the bar back on the rack. He gets up and towels his face and hands off. He walks by the fan that's circling some air in the hot gym and checks his cell phone. ]]

Edge: Missed call..

[[ He opens his phone up and looks. ]]

Edge: Figures.

[[ He presses the call button to call his voicemail to listen to Christian's message. ]]

Edge: Let's see what he has to say.

[[ Edge listens and when it's done, he closes his phone and lays it back down on the table where he got it and shakes his head. ]]

Edge: Great.

[[ Edge walks back off and starts his workout up again as the scene fades. ]]

[[ We open up inside of the restaurant. We're off in the back part of the restaurant where the "Edge and Christian Celebration" is being held. At the table in the back dining area, we see Christian, Trish, Cornette, Stacy, and Tomko all dressed in their best at the table. They're in the middle of a meal, and it seems like Edge isn't showing. ]]

James E. Cornette: This is some damn good food.

Tyson Tomko: ..Yep.

Stacy Keibler: I wish Edge was here.

[[ Christian takes a drink of water from his glass and sits it back down. He seems out of it, like he's reflecting. ]]

Christian: So, over sixty-seven days as Tag Team champions this week huh? Crazy.

[[ He ignores the Edge comment from Stacy. ]]

Trish Stratus: And we're on to sixty-seven more.

James E. Cornette: And another World title!

Christian: Edge and Christian, the greatest tag team not only in SGW history, but pro-wrestling history. You name 'em, we've beaten them at one point or another. And on Sunday, Edge and Christian add another tag team to their hit list, the Full-Blooded Idiots.

[[ Christian stands up and holds his glass high in the air. ]]

Christian: I propose a toast.

[[ The others stand up with their glasses. ]]

Christian: To dominance..

Trish Stratus: To dominance.

[[ And now we go around the table. ]]

James E. Cornette: To dominance!

[[ To Stacy. ]]

Stacy Keibler: Dominance.

[[ And to Tomko. ]]

Tyson Tomko: ...Yep.

[[ The group drinks their respective drink and then we hear a voice. ]]

Edge: To dominance.

[[ Edge is seen with a glass of his own. The group is stunned by seeing Edge there. Stacy runs and gives him a hug. Cornette shakes his hand and Trish hugs him as well. Christian steps foward and the brothers look face to face again. ]]

Edge: What is this? A party, a celebration of Edge and Christian without Edge?

Christian: It's about time.

Edge: Yeah, it's been one of those weeks.

Trish Stratus: Well, we'll let you two talk.

[[ Stacy, Trish, Tomko, and Cornette walk off and Edge and Christian sit down in chairs away from them. ]]

Christian: I was hoping you'd make it.

Edge: And miss the celebration of us breaking another record, no way. We've achieved a lot in wrestling, and we got more achievements left...And the FBI's asses to kick on Stroke.

[[ Christian takes a drink of his water and agrees. ]]

Christian: Without question.

Edge: But look, first things first...I want to say I'm sorry for the way I acted. I had just got done leaving everything I had in me in that Street Fight. Doing what I did to Randy Orton after everything they've put us through...I don't know, I was just emotionally drained. I wasn't thinking right.

Christian: No problem.

Edge: After everyone we've beaten and everything we've battled against to get to where we are, we can't stop now. Those Tag titles need credibility.

Christian: And the FBI has to stay away from them.

Edge: Yeah. But I just want to make sure we're cool.

[[ Edge extends a hand for Christian to shake. ]]

Edge: Because there's no other person I'd rather go into war each and every week with than my brother.

[[ Christian shakes the hand to the happiness of the other Coalition members. ]]

Christian: Welcome back...Let's take care of some business.

Edge: I'm more than ready.

Christian: I don't think you are, Edge.

[[ Edge cocks an eyebrow. ]]

Edge: How do you come to that conclusion?

Christian: Well, it's simple...You and I are Tag team champions, right?

Edge: Obviously.

[[ Christian grabs his title off the table. ]]

Christian: Well..I have MY tag title..

[[ Christian reaches over and grabs another title and hands it to Edge. ]]

Christian: And you can't be a Tag Team champion without a title belt, bro.

Edge: Thanks.

[[ Edge takes the title and slaps it up on his shoulder. ]]

Edge: So, the FBI's done a lot of smack talking huh?

Christian: Whatever. To smack talk us, they got to do it in English, complete sentences, and actually mention us. Their promo was as irrelevant to the match as it was to fly fishing in the Mississippi River. I kicked Guido's ass in AWE en route to winning the Intercontinental title all those years ago, and after what we've gone through lately...The FBI's going to be a walk in the park.

Edge: They only won the titles the first time because of a screwing..Thanks to Arn Anderson and his hatred for us. But hey, flash in the pans come a dime a dozen. We're the biggest, the baddest, the BEST tag team out there today..And they want our titles? Well, that's just too bad. For the past sixty plus days, this belts have belonged to us..And after Stroke on Saturday night, THEY STILL WILL!

[[ Christian nods. ]]

Edge: They don't even come close to having what it takes to get those titles off our waists. They're sending us all these messages trying to sound like they're a threat. Telling us to not take them lightly, that it's not going to be easy to beat them...And after I heard that, you know what I did?

Christian: The same thing I did, laughed my ass off?

Edge: Exactly. I laughed because the FBI will NEVER be known as anything more than just a JOKE! Nothing more than three JOBBERS who will never amount to anything in Solid Gold Wrestling...And yet, they want to take us on full-speed, thinking they're going to be able to hang with us..They're in for one hell of a rude awakening on Stroke.

Christian: They think they know what they're getting themselves into, but they're going to recognize real quick on Saturday, that we're not the rookies we were when we were dropping tag teams left and right...We're EVEN BETTER. We're main event caliber wrestlers in SGW..Always have been, always WILL be. And now, they think just because they've comeback and won three straight matches, they instantly have what it takes to beat us?

Edge: Tell them to come back when they've won seventeen Tag titles, four World titles, and gotten themselves into some Halls of Fame.

Christian: And when they get that win streak of theirs up from three measley wins to thirty-eight like us.

Edge: Let them have all the confidence in the world, let them get the big head..It'll be even more fun to deflate it. Edge and Christian are back in business, better than ever.

[[ Christian holds his title high. ]]

Christian: These titles is what it's all about..They've had them once, and that's going to be the first and last reign for the FBI in SGW. Because this week..We're back together, and we're going to be back to our dominate ways..And that consists of wiping out our last remaining competition, if you even want to call them that, in the tag team division..Because FBI..

[[ Christian slaps his chest three times. ]]

Edge: They're going to get the worst beating of their lives..Courtesy of Captain Charisma..And the..

Christian: C'mon, let's celebrate.

[[ Edge and Christian walk back over to the rest of the group and enjoy their festivities surrounding their momumental achievement. With that, the scene fades as "Reunited and It Feels So Good" plays in the background..Because it does feel so good. ]]

[[ Static. ]]

[[ Fade out. ]]

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