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

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[[ Fade up the SGW logo. ]]

[[ The scene opens up inside of the hospital waiting room immediately after Shock/Stroke. We see Edge pacing around in his street clothes, still sweaty after competiting at the show. Stacy, Cornette, and Tomko sit in chairs looking down and out. Edge looks so furious he could slam his hand through a brick wall. ]]

Stacy Keibler: Edge..Just relax.

Edge: Relax?....Relax?

[[ Edge stops in his tracks and stares Stacy down. ]]

Edge: Dammit Stacy, we're in the hospital right now waiting to find out how bad Christian and Trish are hurt at the hand of the Golden Rule, and you're telling me to relax? Trish was pie-faced into a damn car! Christian was powerbombed through it! And you're telling ME TO RELAX!?

[[ Edge runs his hands through his hair. ]]

Edge: Seriously Stacy, this crap only happens to Val Venis. Only he spent time in hospitals visiting his friends before and after matches, even tending to his own wounds. Not me...Not us..Edge and Christian are always the ones sending people to the hospital, always the ones dominating..

[[ Edge calms down a little bit before continuing. ]]

Edge: And now..Now look at us. Here we are in the hospital, the emergency room...Waiting right now for a response from a doctor about our friends. Stacy, I don't think you're understanding this situation.

[[ Cornette pops out of the chair and he is ready to rumble. ]]

James E. Cornette: GODDAMMIT! LET'S GO! LET'S GO RIGHT DAMN NOW BACK TO THAT FUCKIN' ARENA!

[[ Cornette holds up his tennis racket, no explaination needed to why he carried it in the hospital. ]]

James E. Cornette: YOU'RE THE MAN, EDGE! TOMKO'S A BIG SON OF A BITCH! I GOT THIS TENNIS RACKET!

Tyson Tomko: ..Meh.

James E. Cornette: I ain't no damn Pete Sampras or John McEnore, but I sure as hell know how to fuckin' use this thing if the time calls for it! I'd take this damn thing and I'd crack Mike Awesome's mullet in fuckin' pieces! I'd make that thing that represents business in the front and party in the back, and turn it into one big piece of whipped ass!

[[ Cornette spits on the ground. ]]

James E. Cornette: Dammit, let's go!

Edge: Cornette, where the hell were you when all this was going on?

James E. Cornette: Well..

Edge: Exactly, so zip it. This is serious business now. This isn't just some rivalry among people over a title...This is WAR! I swear to God..I swear to God, Cornette...If Christian and Trish are critically injured...The old sayin' WILL be enforced.

[[ Edge looks crazed. ]]

Edge: You send ours to the hospital..We'll send yours..

[[ He looks so scary, Cornette and crew are intimidated. ]]

Edge: TO THE DAMN MORGUE!

[[ Tomko nods and runs his left fist into the palm of his right hand. ]]

Tyson Tomko: ..Yep.

[[ A nurse walks through two swiminging doors that lead to the back area. She looks around and spots Edge and the crew, who aren't that hard to miss anyway. ]]

Nurse: Mr. Copeland...The doctor says you can come back.

Stacy Keibler: Who's Mr. Copeland?

Edge: It's me, Stacy.

[[ She seems baffled. Edge shakes it off and walks back to the back rooms. The scene fades. ]]

[[ In the hospital room now, we see Trish and Christian in beds beside one another. Christian is laying in his bed unconscious, passed out from all the pain medication. His face is scarred up from the glass and debris from the Awesome Bomb. Trish is awake, she's got a strip on her nose, almost like a small cast across the bridge of it. Her face in spots is bruised. ]]

Trish Stratus: I am going to KILL Jarrett.

[[ Trish looks over at Christian and gets out of the bed. She walks slowly in her normal clothes over and grabs Christian's hand. ]]

Trish Stratus: Now I know how Val Venis felt all those times.

[[ Christian doesn't move. Trish shakes her head, full of anger. She kisses Christian's hand. ]]

Trish Stratus: We're going to get our revenge.

[[ Edge walks in and puts his arm around Trish. ]]

Edge: Definitely, it's not over.

[[ Edge removes his sunglasses and looks down at Christian. ]]

Edge: How are you two?

Trish Stratus: He's got a bad concussion. He's got to stay in the hospital for another day or so...Me...I have a broken nose. And a bad case of being pissed off.

Edge: Well, evidently assaulting us wasn't enough. Jarrett booked a great match for "Stroke" this week.

[[ Trish looks confused. ]]

Edge: Yeah, Jarrett and Orton renamed Shock to Stroke. Jarrett's back and back to his old form.

Trish Stratus: I'd say so.

Edge: But yeah, Tag titles on the line, me and Christian against all five members of the Spirit Squad.

Trish Stratus: HE'S UNCONSCIOUS! HE'LL BE IN NO SHAPE TO WRESTLE!

[[ Edge nods. ]]

Edge: I know, I know. It looks like I'm taking care of business myself. Which is fine by me. I have no problem running through five men to show Jeff Jarrett that we were the wrong two to start crap with! There's not two people in SGW right now who know him better than Christian and I, we know what it takes to bring him down...We did it once...And I guarantee we're going to do it again!

[[ Edge looks down at Christian, who just starts to come to. ]]

Christian: Jesus Christ, how many wine coolers did I have last night?

Edge: You got Awesome Bombed through a limousine. Jeff Jarrett and his crew did a beatdown on us to start Shock off. Are you alright?

Christian: My head hurts.

[[ Trish starts rubbing his head. He looks at Trish with his eyes squinted. ]]

Christian: Edge, bro..Who's the dude rubbing my head with the thing on his nose?

Edge: That's Trish.

Christian: So while I'm here dead, Trish got plastic surgery?

Trish Stratus: I was apart of the attack, Christian.

Christian: That's it.

[[ It seems like as soon as Christian hears that, he snaps into a new zone. He shakes his head and tries fighting his way out of the bed, only to be restrained by Edge and Trish. ]]

Christian: Let me, go! I'm going to finish what I started with Jeff Jarrett in February right now!

[[ Edge holds Christian down and let's him know how it is. ]]

Edge: Cut it out. I got this one, Christian. You have to stay here and get taken care of. I can handle it. I'll defend our titles.

Christian: What? Jarrett's making us defend our titles?

Edge: Yeah, but you don't worry about it. Like I said, I got this one taken care of. You get yourself well, we have a war to win once and for all.

Christian: Count me in for Saturday.

Edge: What?

Christian: Dammit, I said I'm going to be there Saturday night for our defense.

Edge: Just stay and rest.

Christian: Whatever, bro..We're in this together, and I promise you Edge, I'll be there. No concussion is going to hold me back from getting my hands on the Golden Rule.

[[ Christian holds out his hand. Edge shakes it. ]]

Edge: Alright.

[[ Edge hugs Trish. ]]

Edge: We've never had to work from the bottom up. Looks like we're going to learn how to deal with the tables turned.

Christian: Yeah. I know how Val Venis felt after all those ass kickings now.

[[ This draws a smirk out of Edge. ]]

Edge: Trish, you and Christian take care of yourselves. I'll be back tomorrow to check on you two. We've got a lot of work left to do. But we're not done yet. You can't keep us down. The Spirit Squad is fixing to be the first victims of the revenge tour..And that's something that you can just...

BANK ON!

[[ Edge looks fully focused as the scene fades. ]]

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[[ Fade out. ]]

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