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Wrestlebrawl 2 is the night the entire wrestling world has been waiting for since May when it was first announced. The biggest pay-per-view of them all, the biggest stage of them all, the biggest matches of them all. Nothing means more to the wrestling world and everyone involved than this night. This is one man's shot at fulfilling his destiny he's been aiming for since day one of joining Solid Gold. Many will say he was intentionally screwed over his first shot, and should already have one title reign under his belt. But that's fine. The years of being held back, told he'd never amount to that of his brother Christian, they're all behind him. Edge is focused. He's undefeated. Holding pinfalls over Val Venis, Randy Orton, Christian, and Lance Storm a few weeks back, Edge has proven he has what it takes to pin a former SGW World Champion. This is the one match he's been waiting his entire life for. This is his one shot at winning the SGW World Heavyweight title. The one title's that eluded him his entire career. History rides on this match, as does pride, glory, honor. Everything Edge has worked for his entire career all boils down to winning the World title from Lance Storm in Boston, Massachusetts on July 30th, 2006.
This is Edge's chance to achieve his long-awaited destiny in Solid Gold. [[ Static. ]] [[ Fade up the SGW logo. ]] [[ Los Angeles, California, the City of Angels. ]] [[ The scene opens up inside of a restaurant. We're in the very back room, a private room at that. A room so private, you have to be someone special to be able to reserve it, and if you do, it's months in advance you got to call to reserve it. This room contains one table right in the center. On the back side of the table away from us is a booth connected to the wall covered in black leather. On the other three sides of the large, wooden table are four chairs. Two on the opposite side of the booth, one on the two other sides each. Vacating those seats are Edge and Trish, in the booth is Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes. Tomko vacates one of the two corner chairs, leaving the last chair empty. They're wining an dining, having a great time it seems, except for Edge. His stone cold demeanor makes him hard to read whether or not he's in deep thought, angry, or what. ]] Trish Stratus: This is a great place. Tom Cruise: Yeah, it is. This is the best restaurant for the greatest SGW World Champion ever, and the future champion. It's only fitting we're both going to have shining moments at Wrestlebrawl Sunday night. [[ Cruise is so cocky. ]] Tom Cruise: Chuck Norris? What a glib fool. He doesn't understand what it takes to me a celebrity crossing over into the world of professional wrestling. I do. [[ Pause. ]] Tom Cruise: *I* did the research. [[ He takes a sip of his drink. ]] Tom Cruise: But all I know.. If Chuck Norris hates SGW, then all I have to say to him is.. Fuck you, man. Just.. Fuck you!.. You know what I mean, Edge? [[ No response. ]] Tom Cruise: That's what I thought. Trish Stratus: It's time to cut to the chase, Tom. [[ She moves her glass of champagne out of the way. ]] Trish Stratus: It's pay-per-view time, so you know the drill by now. [[ She looks at Cruise with a serious look. ]] Trish Stratus: We need you. Tom Cruise: What do you need, Edge? [[ Cruise smiles, looking right at the non-responsive Edge. ]] Tom Cruise: Tips on how to win a World title? [[ No.. He.. Didn't. ]] Tom Cruise: Because you can ask Christian, I know all about winning World titles. [[ No response from Edge, who just stares a hole right through Cruise. Cruise puts his hands up. ]] Tom Cruise: I was kidding, Edge. [[ He looks nervous. ]] Tom Cruise: I was being glib. I didn't do my research. I didn't know you were in a zone, man. I apologize. Now, continue on Trish. [[ She takes back her 'need' comment. ]] Trish Stratus: Well, we don't so much need you as we.. Well, how do I put this nicely? [[ She thinks it over, her index finger is pressed against her lips. ]] Trish Stratus: We just find you entertaining. The mere fact you're even showing up in wrestling promos on the weeks of huge pay-per-views with little to no relevancy to the match itself is hilarious to us. Tom Cruise: Oh. Tyson Tomko: ..Yep. [[ The disappointed Cruise shakes off the devastation. ]] Tom Cruise: So.. What do I have to do this time? Trish Stratus: Edge here is fixing to do one of the most serious promos in his life to secure his title win Sunday. It's going to be dramatic and spirited. It's got to be deep and send a stern warning to Lance Storm.. All that jazz. Tom Cruise: You want me to participate on-screen in it? Trish Stratus: Oh, no. We just want you to narrate it. [[ Cruise is trying to register all of this. ]] Tom Cruise: Just.. Narrate it? Tyson Tomko: ..Yep. Trish Stratus: Like I said, Tom. [[ Trish shrugs very nonchalantly. ]] Trish Stratus: You randomly appearing in promos on pay-per-views for no real reason other than the fact that you're Tom Cruise, and you're Tom Cruise IN a wrestling promo.. [[ She briefly pauses. ]] Trish Stratus: It's hilarious to us. [[ Tomko nods. ]] Trish Stratus: And it pisses everyone else off. [[ Trish smiles an evil smirk. ]] Trish Stratus: And if Lance Storm is allowed to have Mike Awesome and Elix Skipper go on rambling road trips doing nothing and accomplishing even less every stinking promo he puts out.. Well then, damn it, we're throwing Tom Cruise into the mix for one reason. [[ Trish holds up the index finger on her right hand. ]] Trish Stratus: Because we can! [[ Cruise smiles. ]] Tom Cruise: Alright, cool.. I'm in. Edge: Good. [[ Edge comes to life finally. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out something resembling a ticket. ]] Edge: We start tomorrow. [[ He hands the ticket to Cruise. ]] Edge: Orangeville, Ontario, Canada. Be there. That's your mission, if you choose to accept. Tom Cruise: I'll be there. [[ The scene fades. ]] [[ The Follow Presentation is Rated R. It may contain violence, profanity, and sexual content. ]] [[ " A Cold Day in Orangeville. " ]] [[ Narrated by Tom Cruise. ]] [[ The scene opens up inside of a small house. We're in Orangeville, Ontario, one of the homes of Edge, Adam Copeland, whoever you want to call him. He's in the new house he bought his mother once he finally made it big in the wrestling industry. He and Trish are in a bedroom, and for once, not having sex. They're packing their clothes in their suitcases, getting ready to head to the airport en route to Boston for Wrestlebrawl. ]] Tom Cruise: With Wrestlebrawl and the biggest one-on-one match in Edge's entire career only days away, Edge and Trish have taken a trip out of town to Edge's home town to clear his head. Sure, this is something usually baby face pussies do to add an extra bit of drama and all that to their promos.. But this is one man on a mission. A mission to achieve a destiny. [[ Edge folds a shirt and puts it in the suitcase. He stops and rubs his face from top to chin with both hands. You can tell he's anxious and a little nervous. He looks himself in the mirror. ]] Tom Cruise: He turned on his brother, discarded that life-long relationship, threw away a ninety-two day Tag title reign. All for what? The SGW World title, that's what. And don't say you'd not of done it too. So now, the heat's on. Everything he's done in SGW so far all depends on what he does Sunday night. [[ Trish stops and walks over where Edge is at. She puts her arms around him and squeezes tightly. ]] Tom Cruise: So of course he's going to be a little antsy.. But the main thing going into this match is, he's staying confident. And why wouldn't he? He's not lost in almost five years. Lance Storm's the World champion. Big deal. He couldn't consistently defeat Steve Austin. Steve Austin fails to compare in the likeness of Edge. [[ Edge ignores Trish's hug. ]] Tom Cruise: If he wasn't representing SGW, God, I'd love to see Steve Austin lose a match. But until he stops throwing people into a garbage truck on a weekly basis, I don't guess he will.. [[ We pick up with Edge and Trish. Trish seems concerned about Edge. ]] Trish Stratus: You okay babe? [[ He nods without making eye contact with Trish. ]] Edge: Yeah. [[ She doesn't buy the quick answer. ]] Trish Stratus: You sure? Something bothering you? Edge: Well, yeah actually, there is. [[ Edge turns around, facing Trish and looks down at her. He looks furious. ]] Edge: Something is eating at the very pit of my stomach, Trish. And it's the amount of disrespect that's thrown my way. The total lack of confidence people have invested in me the past week! [[ His face turns a little red. His blood pressure is rising. He begins mocking people in a different voice while using air quotes. ]] Edge: "This is the toughest match of Edge's career." I'll be "facing a tough task in Lance Storm." The World title match will be "very close. Too close to call." Trish, seriously.. TOO CLOSE TO CALL?! FACING A TOUGH TASK IN LANCE STORM?! LANCE STORM, TRISH? SCREW HIM! I SPIT AT THE THOUGHT OF HIM LEAVING SUNDAY NIGHT WITH THE SGW WORLD TITLE.. MY TITLE! [[ Spit flies out of his mouth after every word he yells in Trish's direction. ]] Edge: I'M UNDEFEATED! I'M THE ONLY MAN TO DEFEAT CHRISTIAN IN ALMOST FIVE DAMN YEARS! [[ He seemingly calms down for a second. ]] Edge: But yet, my ability inside the ring is questioned. The same people who bowed down and gave me the proverbial blowjob, telling me how awesome I truly am while rubbing my cock the way I like it.. Are now.. Saying I'm on the ropes? Could possibly.. LOSE TO LANCE STORM? You know what I think about that, Trish? [[ Before she can answer. ]] Edge: THEY CAN GO SCREW THEMSELVES! I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THEIR ARM-CHAIR QUARTERBACK OPINION! THEY ARE IRRELEVANT TO THIS WHOLE STINKIN' SITUATION! [[ Edge is just scary. ]] Edge: Because while they're going to be in their little matches, then having to earn a title shot in a rumble at the end of the night.. I'll be main eventing, winning the SGW World Heavyweight title. And when I do win that title, and I look down at Lance Storm's broken body.. That joke of a champion he was.. I'LL LAUGH IN THE FACES OF EVERY GOD DAMN PERSON IN THE BACK IN THE LOCKER ROOM WHO DOUBTED ME! SO GO AHEAD! DOUBT ME! DOUBT ME SO I CAN LAUGH AND RUB MY TWO WORLD TITLES IN YOUR FACE! Trish Stratus: Just calm down, Edge. Forget what the people think. At the end of the day, it's them wanting Lance to win.. DESPERATELY wanting him to leave. But we know it's not going to happen. [[ Edge nods. ]] Edge: He doesn't have a chance. Trish Stratus: The people deep down inside of them.. They know he's done for. Edge: They'd better get smart pretty fast! Trish Stratus: And Lance Storm.. Babe, while he's following the same formula he does every promo, letting Mike Awesome and Elix be the stars of the show, with him casually referencing the match.. He knows he's a paper champion. He knows he can't defend that title of his against anyone talented. Edge: He's defended the title twice. He almost dropped the ball and joined the Chavo Guerrero, Jr. club right off the bat when he couldn't even beat Steve Austin two times in a row. Then RVD? Rob Van Dam is a wrestler who should've never taken my title shot! He's nothing more than a fraud World Champion from a second-rate organization. He served his purpose, he came in, got punked out, and went the hell home. Now that stoner's resting in the back of a garbage truck! [[ The thought of it pisses Edge off more. ]] Edge: Some champion Storm is. He buckles under the pressure. He can't shine in the big matches when it counts the most! He can't deliver when he HAS to. He just barely.. Gets by. And when he does, what does he do? He lets his little moolie buddy, and his Duke of Hazard wanna-be friend steal the show, and trade racial slurs all throughout the promo because HE DOESN'T HAVE SHIT TO BRAG ABOUT! HE CAN'T LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND SAY HE'S BETTER THAN I AM! BECAUSE HE'S NOT! [[ Edge is eaten up by the Lance Storm match. ]] Edge: But me.. I've stepped my game up to levels people never ever will rise to. I've met the standard and raised the bar to a new height every time! Val Venis, Edge, Randy Orton, the big matches in the past.. I'VE ALWAYS GOT THE JOB DONE! Which is something Storm can't truthfully say. And Sunday night, Trish.. No different... He wants to use Val Venis in his second promo.. He thinks THAT helped his case? Trish Stratus: I hope not. Edge: IT DIDN'T! Val Venis isn't the man you go to for advice about beating me.. The only thing Val Venis could of really told Lance Storm about me, was what it's like to get his ass kicked, his girlfriend stolen, his best friend killed, and his face JIZZED ON BY ME! HE KNOWS NOTHING ABOUT BEATING ME! LIKE LANCE STORM! VAL COULDN'T DO IT, AND NEITHER WILL LANCE! Trish Stratus: He's walking to his death. You know you're desperate using Val, babe. Edge: Maybe while Venis was there, he got Storm prepared to get his ass kicked by me. That's all Val Venis has to offer.. That and being a cum-catcher. [[ Edge rolls his eyes, you can tell Venis' appearance infuriated him. ]] Edge: So instead of doing the right thing.. Lance Storm just had to go and make things worse for him. I don't get it, Trish.. Instead of giving up.. He decides to just continue that pointless struggle that only he thinks he can overcome. I've got my hand on his title, Trish. And as the days go by, my grip tightens. [[ Edge slowly starts bringing his hands together, forming a ball. ]] Edge: And as the days go by.. As I wait for Wrestlebrawl, on the biggest stage of them all, in front of all my doubters.. I'm going to tighten that grip even tighter.. And tighter.. And when the time is right.. That grip on his title will be so tight, HE CANNOT PREVENT ME FROM TAKING WHAT'S MINE! [[ Edge's hands are together, showing a tight grip. ]] Edge: I've just got to clear my head of this bullshit. [[ He kisses Trish. ]] Edge: Because in a few days, Solid Gold's worst nightmare becomes a reality.. Edge, the Rated R Superstar, as the World Heavyweight Champion. Trish Stratus: It's going to be amazing. [[ Edge looks into the mirror he was previously looking in. ]] Edge: Trish, what do you see? Trish Stratus: I see the next World champion. [[ Edge fills up with confidence. ]] Trish Stratus: The first man to pin Lance Storm shoulders to the mat. [[ More confidence. ]] Trish Stratus: I see the man who will rip into Lance Storm's chest, pull out his heart.. And take his title, thus ruining his will to even live. Edge: You know what I see? [[ She listens. ]] Edge: I see one fully prepared son of a bitch with a one-track mind.. One focus. One goal. Only one thing on his mind to accomplish on Sunday night. [[ He heads for the doorway. ]] Trish Stratus: Where are you going? [[ He stops and looks back at Trish. ]] Edge: For a walk. Trish Stratus: Need company? Edge: No. [[ She's surprised. ]] Edge: I got to get focused on winning the title. Got to clear my head, get the doubter's opinions out of my mind. I'm getting sick and damn tired of people pushing for Edge to finally get his shot, and when he does.. They stab him in the back and turn on him. But whatever.. [[ He doesn't care. ]] Edge: Lance Storm sucks. And in a matter of days, I expose him to his little Stormtroopers, his little fans who love doubting me because I'm not gifted in the art of chain wrestling. The same ones who worship him because he trained in the almighty Dungeon.. And because I, unlike them.. [[ He wiggles his tongue out at Trish. ]] Edge: Have sex. [[ Brief pause. Edge smiles sadistically at Trish. ]] Edge: ..A lot. [[ That comment makes her smile. ]] Edge: I'll be back. [[ Edge walks out, leaving Trish to finish packing. The scene fades. ]] [[ Previously Recorded. ]] [[ Silence. ]] [[ Edge is seen sitting in a chair with the back of the chair against his chest. He props his arms on the top of the back. His chin rests on his arms. The camera does a three-sixty all the way around, stopping at a side angle. Edge remains silent for a few more moments before he finally breaks it with a huge barrage of laughter. He can't stop. ]] Edge: OH MY GOD! YOU THINK YOU HAVE A CHANCE TO RETAIN YOUR TITLE, LANCE STORM?! [[ More laughter. ]] Edge: GIVE ME A BREAK! [[ He finally stops. He wipes his eyes, getting rid of the tears. ]] Edge: Jesus Christ, man. You're acting like you crammed an entire cheeseburger down your throat.. YOU'RE CHOKING BIG TIME AGAINST ME! Edge: You know what I don't understand? [[ He pauses as if he's waiting for you to respond to him. ]] Edge: I don't understand the sudden hoopla over Lance Storm all of a sudden. I don't understand where all of these supporters of his have come from. It's funny though. The people hate me, they don't want to see me succeed. So when that first chance, that first opportunity arises for them to back someone other than me.. No matter how untalented they are, or how little of a chance of winning against me they have.. They toot that horn, they push hard for that person to finally be the one to beat the Rated R Superstar. [[ He chuckles a little bit more. ]] Edge: The people are idiots. You did that promo, THAT PROMO.. And the people STILL THINK YOU HAVE A CHANCE?! I'm not worried about it.. Because Storm, it's like this.. [[ Edge is pretty mellow right now after all the laughing. ]] Edge: The same people who's supporting you, who desperately want to see you give me the beating I deserve and retain his title, they're the same people who was raising Val Venis on high, saying that week, that night at Supremacy was going to be the night Edge finally got shut up. But in the end, Val Venis couldn't do it. [[ Edge still isn't looking into the camera. ]] Edge: Those same fans, they wanted Randy Orton, the man that turned his back on them, who said SGW wasn't good enough for him.. They even wanted him to take me out because I am who I am. They say I'm favored, I don't deserve the chances I get nor the opportunities I am offered. [[ This makes Edge disgruntled. ]] Edge: This week, same thing but just a new week. Lance Storm is the fans' flavor of the month pick to beat me. And why? Is it because Lance Storm's the SGW World Champion? Is it because he trained with the Harts in the Dungeon? Is it because he doesn't do one interesting thing in his promos besides like Mike Awesome run around like a god damn idiot while Lance Storms meets up with him at the end and acts all embarrassed? [[ Edge shakes his head. ]] Edge: Nope. [[ Pause. ]] Edge: It's just because of one reason and one reason only.. I am the most hated man in Solid Gold Wrestling. I could be facing Satan himself with the stipulation that, if Satan wins, the entire roster gets a trident stuck in their asses.. AND THEY'D STILL CHANT "SATAN! SATAN! SATAN!" ALL THROUGHOUT THE DAMN STINKIN' MATCH! [[ Edge grits his teeth in anger. ]] Edge: And it pisses me off. Not because I want the fan support, I just want my respect. I want the people to stop being idiots and just grow them a set, swallow their damn pride, and say straight up.. Edge is the greatest superstar that they have ever seen in their life. [[ Another slow three-sixty motion around Edge. ]] Edge: But until then.. Until the people shut their traps about this favoritism garbage they spew after no matter who I beat, be it a first match newbie nobody knows, or be it the ultimate legend, Christian.. They all chant screwjob and favoritism like it wasn't obvious I dominated in every shape, form, and fashion! But until that stops, I'm going to continue steamrolling over people left and right. I'm going to take their precious flavors of the month, and I'm going to END THEIR CAREERS! [[ Edge is getting more intense, more into the promo now. ]] Edge: And this week, it's Lance Storm's turn to get knocked off that pedestal he's sitting on. It's time for me to accomplish a dream, fulfill a destiny I've set out to do since I first joined Solid Gold Wrestling. This is my house. This is the company I fought tooth and nail for five years for.. And I'll be DAMNED if some APW reject who's come in and won the people over by shit talking the APW management, sucking the SGW cock to win the SGW World title, KEEPS THAT BELT AGAINST A MAN WHO EMBODIES SOLID GOLD WRESTLING! [[ Edge rubs his hands together up and down. ]] Edge: When I get done with Lance Storm. The people are going to take a step back, rub their eyes, take a second glance at the destruction in that ring.. They're going to look closely at Lance Storm, who was just broken down, exposed as the phony he really is.. And they're going to watch me hold that SGW title high.. And they'll say, "Damn, Edge really IS the best SGW has to offer." [[ Pause. ]] Edge: No screwjob or favoritism needed. This World title match will be so far from a five-star classic that can go either way for either man.. It's going to be the biggest ass kicking Lance Storm will ever endure as I become the first man to pin his shoulders to the mat.. Twice. [[ He holds up two fingers. ]] Edge: And become the Solid Gold Wrestling WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! [[ Fade. ]] [[ Current time. ]] [[ We now see Edge walking down the streets of his hometown. People pass him on the streets, car flow steadily on the streets. Nothing out of the ordinary going on in Orangeville. ]] Tom Cruise: The lack of confidence people had in Edge was really starting to get to him. This is the man who's defeated people no one ever could, acheieved things only thought to be mythical and untouchable in this business.. And yet, he's having his entire career be second-guessed in favor of a guy who's biggest achievement is surviving his own stinking promos? [[ Edge continues walking. ]] Tom Cruise: Evidently the people don't watch a lot of Lance Storm promos or matches for that matter. This guy is a wrestler, sure.. But he's successfully defended his title once. Edge on the other hand has successfully defended his ACW World Heavyweight title whenever it was necessary.. And when it wasn't, he still managed to kick everybody else's ass on a consistent basis. If you look at his record, you'll not see one loss on it. Look at Storm's and you'll see losses to Ken Kennedy, who Edge beat. And the others being Steve Austin, who Edge would love to see lose. [[ Edge just walks with his hands in his dark color blue jean pockets. Says nothing, makes no gestures, just walks like he's thinking. ]] Tom Cruise: Edge losing to Lance Storm and not leave Wrestlebrawl with the SGW World title.. That's like Chuck Norris defeating me. That's glib. That's ludicrous. No wonder Edge is being driven crazy. If you were the best wrestler ever, being second-guessed by people when you're facing some mayonnaise loving faggot like Lance Storm, you'd be a little pissed too. " Ridiculous. " [[ Yes, he's thinking to himself. Because walking down the street, talking to yourself is just odd. ]] " They want to doubt me? They want to worship me one second and then the first chance they get, second-guess me and change their minds? That's fine, let them. " [[ Edge passes a group of guys. They stop and stare. ]] Guy: EDGE! STORM'S GONNA' KILL YOU! [[ Edge pays them no attention, shaking it off. ]] " Idiots. " [[ The guys high five the guy who trash talked Edge, like it really achieved something major. ]] " It's things like that right there that'll end up hurting Lance Storm more than anything. He doesn't need that false sense of security. He doesn't need that confidence. He needs to know the truth about Wrestlebrawl. " [[ Edge stops walking at a crosswalk, patiently waiting for his turn to cross. ]] " Sunday night will not be pretty. Sunday night's going to be a damn massacre, an annihilation of Lance Storm. I'm the man that's going to finish him off once and for all. " [[ Edge finally crosses. He starts smirking. ]] " Right here.. Right here. " [[ He cockily points to himself ala Mike Awesome. Yes, you can use sarcasm in your own mind. ]] [[ You hear a ringing. Edge reaches into his right pocket and pulls out his cell phone. The name on the caller id confuses him. He stares at the phone for a few rings. ]] Edge: Couldn't be. [[ He doesn't understand. ]] Edge: Why's he calling for? [[ He answers in a reluctant tone. ]] Edge: What do you want? [[ A familiar voice is heard on the other end of the line. ]] " Now listen to me you son of a bitch. I ain't callin' to suck your dick. " Edge: Hello, Jimmy. [[ James E. Cornette. ]] James E. Cornette: I ain't callin' to beg my way back into Solid Gold to be by your side. I ain't even callin' to make buddy buddy with ya'.. So don't even get your dick hard thinkin' I am. Edge: Long time no talk, Cornette. [[ Edge smiles, knowing everyone wants in on the action come pay-per-view time. ]] James E. Cornette: I had no intentions of even callin' you in the first place, because I'm still pissed as hell at the shit you did at Total Destruction, roughin' me up, spearin' Stacy, leaving Christian in a river of his own blood. I ain't seen or heard from 'em since, but I've been watchin' you on Stroke ever since then. I've been watchin' you lose your testicles and resort to attackin' Lance Storm from behind every stinkin' chance you get. [[ Edge rolls his eyes. ]] James E. Cornette: And Saturday night, when you were beggin' like a baby, like the bitch you are in the Straight Shooter.. I ain't gonna' lie.. It made me smile. It seemed like it was a receipt for the shit you did to us. [[ Cornette pauses. Edge is bored with this phone call. ]] James E. Cornette: But the thing is Edge.. I know you're going to win the title Sunday night. [[ Edge smiles a huge ear-to-ear smile. ]] James E. Cornette: I don't know why I'm callin' to let you know, but I feel like I have to. Like I said, I ain't gonna' unzip your fuckin' pants and blow your cock, that's what you got your former best friend's whores for. I'm just saying it like it is. I've watched you your entire career.. I know what you're capable of. Lance Storm ain't got a chance in hell. You know it, he knows it, the fans know it. They just don't want to tickle your nuts and admit it. They're holdin' onto that last hope that you'll stumble and fall.. But dammit, as much as I don't want you to hold that title.. There ain't no way to prevent it. Edge: Got that right. James E. Cornette: You're a yella-bellied, no good, sorry son of a bitch, Edge. Edge: I know. James E. Cornette: But god dammit, you're a hell of a wrestler. Ten Tag titles, Halls of Fame, Gimmick title, ACW World Heavyweight champion.. You're not a bastard to fuck with. I don't want to watch you win that title, I want to watch you get your ass beat from corner to corner. But.. I know that's not happenin' and I know you're winnin' the title. [[ Edge is still puzzled to why Cornette's calling him. ]] Edge: So, why'd you even bother calling? James E. Cornette: Because hell, Edge.. I ain't gonna' hide the truth. I tell it like it is. I may not like you, but I sure as hell respect what you do in that ring. You go about things the right way.. It ain't about watchin' out for anyone else but yourself.. And that's what you do. You look out for number one. And that right there is.. Is why you're gonna' do down as one of the all-time greatest SGW World Champions ever. Edge: So.. My dick's a little raw, you done? James E. Cornette: That smart ass attitude's gonna' catch up and bite you on the ass one day.. Not this week, but one day it will, Edge. Edge: Whatever. [[ Click. ]] [[ Edge closes the phone while Cornette was starting up another line of conversation. He places the phone back into his pocket and stops, turns, and looks at the building to his left. It's a bar. It's called "The Mad Hatter," a local Orangeville favorite. Edge goes through the door and into his old hangout spot as the scene fades. ]] [[ Back at Edge's mother's house. ]] Tom Cruise: Trish had all the confidence in the world in her man, and rightfully so. She knows all about taking men to the top in Solid Gold Wrestling, and if she can do it with Christian.. She sure as hell can with Edge. [[ We fade up as we see Trish finishing up the packing of the clothes. The zips the final suitcase as Tomko comes into the room with his own suitcase. Trish greets him. ]] Tom Cruise: She's trying to preoccupy herself to get her mind off Sunday night. She's so anxious she can barely stand it. She knows Edge is Trish Stratus: All packed up Tomko? Tyson Tomko: ..Yep. [[ He tosses his suitcase on the bed with the others. ]] Trish Stratus: Have you heard anything out of Edge lately? Tyson Tomko: ..Nope. Trish Stratus: Weird. [[ Trish shows a hint of concern as she rubs her hands across the suitcases. ]] Trish Stratus: He said he was going out for a walk to clear his head. This whole everybody backing Lance Storm thing is getting ridiculous, Tomko. Seriously, do people REALLY think he has a chance? [[ Tomko shrugs. ]] Tyson Tomko: ..Beats me. Trish Stratus: They'd better not! [[ Trish is getting offensive. ]] Trish Stratus: Lance Storm has as much of a chance of retaining his title on Sunday, as Mike Awesome does of never using the f-word ever again. And we all know THAT'S not going to happen! [[ Trish looks angry. Tomko's just chilling out, not really doing anything but listening to Trish. ]] Trish Stratus: Have you seen Lance Storm's promos this week? Tyson Tomko: ..Yep. Trish Stratus: A Lance Storm promo is like watching classic horror movies. You KNOW what's going to happen in them! Lance Storm is nothing but a broken record, Tomko. Same sayings, same junk, just a different opponent. It's like he went into the recording studio and just spit off a bunch of different lines and left the damn opponent spot blank to be filled in later! [[ No argument from Tomko. Trish slams her fist on the suitcase. ]] Trish Stratus: IT'S RIDICULOUS! [[ She rubs her hand. ]] Trish Stratus: And that smarted. [[ Fade. ]] [[ The previously recorded promo from earlier. ]] [[ Edge flashes back up, still sitting in the chair as if we've never left. This long promo was chopped into different sections. Edge starts off like he never shut up, and he probably didn't knowing him. ]] Edge: How's it feel, Lance Storm? [[ Edge is going to try to bully Storm a little bit, make him think. ]] Edge: How's it feel to know that you're only the SGW World Heavyweight Champion right now because you caught Steve Austin on a bad week? Steve Austin was that one guy you could never beat, could never get the best of. You always came so close, so damn close to beating him.. But close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, Lance. [[ Edge is now looking right into the camera, which is directly in front of him. ]] Edge: You're a joke, Lance Storm. While I was main eventing pay-per-views in early SGW.. You were fighting Petey Williams in under-card matches. That'd be a big deal if the stipulation of the match was for THE RIGHT TO HOST A STUPID CANADIAN PRIDE SEGMENT! See Storm, you don't know the first thing about being a main eventer and earning the right to stay as one. [[ Edge barely even blinks. You begin feeling uncomfortable with all the staring. ]] Edge: I've been cutting my teeth for the big matches for years. I'm no stranger to the big match situation. I thrive off of the chance of making a big impact when it means something. You, you're a rookie, just recently popping your cherry when it comes to big matches.. And only then did you get lucky. You caught the better man on an off week. YOU ARE AN ACCIDENTAL CHAMPION LANCE STORM! [[ Edge's face changes colors to red. He runs his hands through his hair. ]] Edge: Accidents happen, Storm. That's why you're the champion. And I refuse to be the reason why another accident happens and you remain champion for any longer. I will abort your World title dream, Lance Storm. I WILL KILL IT AND MAKE IT NOTHING BUT A DISTANT MEMORY! You will NOT catch the Rated R Superstar on a bad night. You'll catch me on a night to where I've never been MORE READY in my entire life! [[ Edge yields a sly smile, showing a little bit of teeth. ]] Edge: Sunday night, July 30.. The right man, the better man, he'll leave with the SGW and ACW World Heavyweight titles.. And you're looking at that man. You're looking at the man who is just downright BETTER THAN YOU IN EVERY WAY! [[ Edge laughs to himself, knowing it's true. His ego is skyrocketing by the second. ]] Edge: I've been screwed over and held back far from the SGW World title for long enough. If people like you, who played both sides during the APW war against SGW, can come in and win the most prestigious World title in this business, while people like me are stuck as half of a Tag champion.. Something's wrong. You were a two-face during the whole ordeal, only supporting the one who benefited you the most, Storm! And now that APW's gone.. You're talking a lot of garbage about it. You don't deserve the SGW World title. Your name doesn't belong in that long list of champions like a few other peoples' name doesn't. [[ You immediately know who's names they are. ]] Edge: If the people like it or not, I'm one of the last bridges of the gap between old SGW and this new era of Solid Gold. I'm one of the originals that's never won the big one in this company. And I REFUSE to have my name not go down in the history books with guys like Goldberg, Jeff Jarrett, and Scott Steiner.. And instead, have my name go down with The Sandman, Taz, and Chris freakin' Kanyon as the guys who were talented, had all the potential in the world.. But could never get the belt.. I HAVE TO WIN THAT TITLE! I am the embodiment of Solid Gold Wrestling. I've been here since day damn one! I've seen it all, and I have done it all.. Except win the SGW World title. And that changes Sunday night! [[ You can see the fire of intensity burn in Edge's eyes. ]] Edge: Randy Orton and Val Venis are two champions in the history we can't get rid of.. And you, you're a name people in SGW want to forget ever held the title. You defended the title against two men and won ONE DAMN MATCH! And that was only against a stinkin' APW roster member. You can't hang with the elite in SGW, the elite you think you're a part of.. You've made progress from being a first-match opener to World Champion.. But Sunday night, Storm.. I'm going to make you realize right fast, that the main event scene, ISN'T A PLACE YOU BELONG! [[ Edge looks into the camera for a few seconds, picking his next words. ]] Edge: I will make you wish you were feuding again with Petey Williams, because at least then, you'd be winning. Hell, I'll beat you so bad, humiliate so much.. You'll wish you were facing Steve Austin. Steve Austin, Chris Masters, and Ken Kennedy will look like walks in the park compared to the hell I unleash on you. This isn't some joke you're facing.. This isn't some ordinary man who does a lot of crazy things in his promos and overlooks people. [[ Edge slowly shakes his head side to side. ]] Edge: This could be my one final shot of going down in history as SGW World Champion. My last chance at a World title was this very pay-per-view. I didn't make it in the rumble thanks to a lousy teammate in the lethal lottery tag matches.. Arn Anderson didn't want Edge and Christian to make their impact outside of the tag division.. I was held back from reaching my destiny by any possible means.. But not this week, Storm. I'm ready. I'm more ready than you can ever expect me to be. This is my moment. I will not let spearing you, tormenting you, talking my talk.. I will not let that be in vain! I've said I'm going to do something, and dammit.. I WILL WIN THE WORLD TITLE! [[ Edge smiles all smugly. ]] Edge: Sure, I'm positive you've been spending all week training, getting tips, saying your prayers, and taking vitamins. Good for you, more power to you.. You're going to need every stinkin' bit of it! You're not in my league. Plain and simple. I'm not blowing smoke up your ass, I'm telling you like it is. Lance Storm, if you want to survive Wrestlebrawl, you'd better bring me your best and hit me with your best shot. But I hate to tell you.. [[ Pause. ]] Edge: Your best against me bringing my best.. [[ He has a grim look on his face, like he's about to deliver some bad news. ]] Edge: Still won't get the job done. [[ He sternly hammers it home. ]] Edge: Period. [[ Fade out. ]] [[ The Mad Hatter. Orangeville, Ontario. ]] Tom Cruise: Edge needed a little boost to help clear his mind for Lance Storm. He found a local bar he hung out in the earlier days before leaving Orangeville, the "Mad Hatter." [[ We see Edge from where the last scene left off of him opening the doors. ]] Tom Cruise: Edge isn't a heavy drinker, but any man would need a drink with this type of pressure on his shoulders. He's carrying an entire legacy on that frame. Edge has already had one blast from the past come back into his life to show respect to him.. And in here, he'd find another. [[ Edge is seen walking through the doors where we last left off with him. He stands at the entrance, observing his surroundings. Edge flashes a big smile, flashing back to old memories he's had in this place. To his left is a jukebox, playing some Neil Young.. This is Ontario, Canada after all. To his right is a pool table where three men are in a serious game of pool. Dead ahead of him is the bar. Three men are seated on wooden stools, drinking their problems away. Edge walks up to the bar and takes a load off on one of the seats in between two of the men. The bartender, complete with white apron and a bushy mustache, approaches him. ]] Bartender: What I get for you? Edge: I'll take a beer. Bartender: Labatt Blue or Pabst Blue Ribbon? [[ That's the last thing from Edge's mind right now. He throws up his hand, not even looking at the bartender. ]] Edge: Whatever. [[ Edge taps his fingers on the bar table, making a little beat to show his impatience. One of the guys on his left turns and stares at him. ]] Edge: What are you staring at? Man: You from around here? Edge: Originally.. Then I got smart and went to the States. Man: Then get the fuck out. Edge: Excuse me? [[ Edge is in shock someone told him to leave. ]] Edge: Did you just tell me to leave? Man: Sure as hell didn't stutter, kid. Edge: Do you not know who the hell I am? Man: I know good and well who the hell you are.. That's why I'm telling you to leave. You don't belong here. Orangeville, Ontario suddenly became too good for the hot shot Adam Copeland once he became famous and made him some money in the wrestling business. [[ Edge bites his lip in anger. ]] Man: Like it or not, you may have some money and fame right now.. But you're still the same KISS loving, Hulk Hogan worshipping, poor kid, who, with his mom, lived in a dozen different houses because she was too damn poor to support you both! And now look at you.. No Canadian pride in your bones. No remembrance of where the hell you came from. [[ The man spits at Edge's feet. ]] Man: You make me SICK to my stomach! [[ Edge is furious. ]] Edge: Screw you! You're jealous I made a name for myself, made things better for me! You're green with envy for the things I've done in my life, while you're still here, not doing SHIT! Man: No, I'm not actually. I'm content. Edge: Then you're a fool! A fool like Lance Storm! I don't need your opinion of all people to tell me the decisions I've made in my life were right or wrong! [[ A man comes in between them, pressing his hands against Edge's chest, breaking this ordeal up. ]] Edge: I'M THE NEXT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! I'LL DO WHATEVER I WANT, WHENEVER I WANT TO DO IT! " That's enough, son. " Edge: Who the hell do you think you.. [[ Edge goes to finish, but before he does, he sees who it is. ]] " We need to have ourselves a talk. " Edge: Arn.. Anderson? [[ Sure enough, Arn Anderson of all people is the voice of reason in this whole ordeal. He drags Edge away from the bar and they sit down in a booth. Edge is furious, staring the man who tried sabotaging his career right in the eyes. ]] Arn Anderson: Now Edge, I want ya' to hear me out. Edge: You'd better make this good, or else I'm going to punch your lights out. Arn Anderson: It's time for us to clear the air between you and I on the past. Edge: The hell are you in this city for anyway? Arn Anderson: I went fishin' with Bret over in Calgary, figured I'd stop by when I heard you were in town for a few days to right some wrongs. [[ Edge is uninterested. ]] Edge: Bret Hart? Screw him! [[ This draws a few looks from the people, Edge doesn't care. ]] Edge: BRET HART SHOULD BE DEAD! Arn Anderson: We gonna' talk or you goin' to yell all night? [[ Edge shrugs his shoulders. ]] Edge: Knock yourself out. [[ Arn begins speaking again with Edge not really paying much attention. The scene slowly fades. ]] [[ Edge's Mother's House. ]] [[ We get a close-up shot of Trish sitting on a bed looking through an old book. Tomko is watching the small television in the room, not paying attention to what Trish is doing. He's just trying to waste time before Edge comes back to head to the airport. ]] Trish Stratus: You know what I'm looking at, Tomko? [[ Tomko's all into him some 'Fresh Prince of Bel Air,' and not even paying attention at all to Trish. ]] Trish Stratus: Earth to Tomko. [[ She puts the book down and walks over and turns the television off. Tomko snaps off the trance he was in and looks up at Trish standing over him. ]] Tyson Tomko: ..Carlton. Trish Stratus: Forget Carlton, Tomko.. I was looking at something really interesting you ought to see. [[ Tomko grunts. ]] Tyson Tomko: ...I don't care. [[ Trish brings the old book and lays it in his lap and points. ]] Trish Stratus: Here's Edge's high school yearbook. [[ Tomko just wants to watch television. ]] Trish Stratus: Look, there's Edge. Tyson Tomko: ..Yep. [[ Tomko sees no big deal in it. ]] Trish Stratus: Look at that line of text under his picture. [[ Tomko still gets nothing out of it. We take a good look at the picture, and once you stop snickering at how Edge looked, you see the following text. ]] Adam
Copeland Trish Stratus: In a couple days, Edge is fixing to make good on that prediction his classmates made all those years ago, Tomko. Tyson Tomko: ..Duh. Trish Stratus: His classmates, they knew what potential he had inside of him, even at the age of eighteen. [[ Trish seems inspired. ]] Trish Stratus: Even then, they knew Edge would admit to something great! And Tomko, Sunday night.. HE'S GONNA' DO IT! HE'S GONNA' BEAT LANCE STORM! Tyson Tomko: ..No kidding. Trish Stratus: This truly is his destiny. It's not some word he's using to sound like every other future World Champion.. This is something he's worked his entire life for.. And Tomko, I don't know about you.. But I'll do whatever it takes to make sure he wins the title and fulfills that destiny. [[ Tomko agrees. ]] Tyson Tomko: ..Me too. Trish Stratus: If we can carry Christian to one, we can get Edge a World title win. We WILL get him a title win. [[ Trish tosses the yearbook on the bed. ]] Trish Stratus: Speaking of.. I've not heard anything out of Edge in a few hours. This is the longest walk ever. [[ She takes out her cell phone out of her small purse and begins dialing a number. ]] Trish Stratus: Let's see what the champ's up to. [[ She puts the phone up to her ear as Tomko turns the television back on. The dancing of Carlton makes him smile a smile that'd melt the soul of anyone. The scene fades. ]] [[ Fade. ]] [[ The Mad Hatter bar. ]] Tom Cruise: When we last left the Mad Hatter, Arn Anderson broke up a sure to be fight between Edge and a man giving him a bitter wake-up call. Edge hates Arn Anderson with every ounce of being in his body.. [[ Arn is giving Edge a piece of his mind. They seem deep into a conversation. ]] Tom Cruise: It's totally coincidental that Arn showed up in the very same spot Edge happened to be in. You know he had to be gunning to find Edge to make things right on the eve of Wrestlebrawl. Because well, Edge will be the next flag bearer of the wrestling promotion Arn Anderson did create in his own vision of what wrestling is all about. [[ Edge is rolling his eyes, not taking anything Arn is saying seriously during this conversation. You can tell he'd rather be anywhere in the world but in the same room, the same booth, breathing the same oxygen as Arn Anderson. ]] Arn Anderson: Now look, I know you don't like me. I know you've heard a lot of tales about me and my thoughts on you and Christian back when you first joined Solid Gold.. I know you think I held you back.. Edge: I don't think.. I know. Arn Anderson: Well, I want to clear the air between you and I right now before Wrestlebrawl 2. If you're going to be the champion of the organization I created, that I ran and made what it is today.. You got to know what I think. Edge: YOU made what it is today? YOU? YOU? [[ Edge doesn't believe what's coming out of Arn's mouth. ]] Edge: YOU didn't do anything for Solid Gold but HELP CLOSE THE GOD DAMN DOORS ON IT! YOU single-handedly cost guys like Taz and myself to never win the World title under your watch. YOU screwed Jeff Jarrett, your own BEST FRIEND OVER THE FIRST CHANCE YOU GOT! [[ Edge is holding nothing back. ]] Edge: Honestly, you're the worst thing to happen to Solid Gold Wrestling. You held people back, you made sure things only happened that YOU wanted to happen. Christian broke through the glass ceiling you put over his head in February.. Only without you in charge did he win the World title.. And right after you stopped owning the fed, was when the new guys got the chance to shine. Only then were your washed-up "legends" finally cast to the side for the new era.. The new era I USHERED IN! I BROUGHT IN AND SAVED THIS COMPANY! [[ Arn is sitting back, swallowing hard. ]] Edge: The last Wrestlebrawl, you screwed me over. You wouldn't let me in the rumble. Why? "It was too obvious?" OBVIOUS? OBVIOUS WAS JEFF JARRETT WINNING THE DAMN THING! You compromised the integrity of the company I've busted my ass since day one in, and what for? TO PUT LITTLE FUCKING GUIDO IN THE FINAL FOUR?! As much as I despise Jeff Jarrett, he and Shane McMahon are the only two owners this company's seen that's gotten the job done.. So don't sit here, and try to spew your guts to try to make things right between us. Arn Anderson: So, you're- Edge: SHUT UP! [[ Arn zips it as Edge almost comes over the table at him. ]] Edge: You want to come in here and make peace with me the week before I win the SGW World title? If that's what you want, you'll sit here and hear me out. Arn Anderson: Fair enough. Edge: When I take Lance Storm out of commission Sunday night, and I hold that SGW World title high. I hope it MAKES YOU SICK! Sunday night, I will break through that glass ceiling you built and put over people like me's head all those years ago. I will SHATTER IT! For the past six months, I've been running opponents over left and right. People's been questioning whether or not it's all set up to make me look good. It's all questioned whether or not I deserve a shot.. It's people like you, who don't want to be happy for someone who's succeeding.. That ruins this business for everybody else. [[ Arn is all ears. ]] Edge: Yes, I am a prick. I love ruining peoples' lives. I love having sex and kicking ass. But dammit, there's nobody in this company who cares about Solid Gold more than I do. I've waited five years to be able to call myself SGW World Champion. Your booking prevented me from winning the title in 2001 after I won the Pick Your Title Shot Tournament.. You kept me out of Wrestlebrawl.. [[ Edge stares a hole right through him. ]] Edge: But now, you don't run the company any more.. And Sunday night, Wrestlebrawl 2, I'm going to beat Lance Storm.. I'm going to MURDER Lance Storm in that ring. And I'm going to win the title you never wanted someone like me to end up winning. And Arn, there's nothing you can do about it. Arn Anderson: I know, Edge. I know. [[ He strokes his beard, thinking his words carefully. He knows they mean life or death. ]] Arn Anderson: Now, think what you want, but I'm going to tell you the truth about your original run in Solid Gold.. You're right, I held you back. Plain and simple. I held you back from advancing too far up the card too quick. Edge: I knew it! Arn Anderson: It wasn't because of some vendetta against you. That was your series of losses and mishaps during Shane McMahon's tenure. He's the one that hated you and Christian for no reason. I held you back because you weren't ready. You weren't ready to become SGW World Champion. Edge: What? *I* wasn't READY?! Arn Anderson: Don't get me wrong, Edge.. You're a hell of an athlete with more charisma and passion than half the roster.. But back then, when you won the Pick Your Title Shot tournament, I booked the match I did to prevent you from winning the World title because it'd been too much too soon for you. [[ Edge is in shock and disbelief. ]] Arn Anderson: Look at Randy Orton. Look at the mess he's gotten himself into. Too much too soon. Randy Orton's threw his entire life away thanks to some bad choices that ego he grew when he won the title helped him make.. That's Jarrett's fault for putting him into that position. Me, I knew you were special, Edge. I knew you had what it took to be something in this business.. One day. Not in 2001. You needed to cut your teeth in the tag team division, lay down some roots, get going good. Get your game built up. Edge: FIVE TIMES THE WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPION! Arn Anderson: No argument here. Best tag team wrestler in Solid Gold history. But if you won the title from the Rock, you'd been the first Randy Orton. You weren't ready for the responsibility. Men change after winning that title, Edge. They ain't the same man. Some men are never ready for it.. Look at Val Venis. I bent over backwards tryin' to put that belt on him.. I screwed over my best friend Jeff Jarrett to put him into the position to win it. And look at what he did when he finally managed to win it. [[ Edge is quick to point out the obvious. ]] Edge: Worst World champion.. Ever. Arn Anderson: Exactly. You wanted that to be you? You want to go down in history as the worst World champion ever? Edge: I WON'T! I'LL GO DOWN AS THE BEST EVER! Arn Anderson: That's because right now.. You're ready to become champion. You've proven you've got what it takes to adapt to any situation thrown your way. I've never seen a more ready man to win the SGW title since the time Jeff Jarrett first came to me and said he was ready to topple the champion. [[ Edge doesn't know what to think. ]] Arn Anderson: Everybody else may be sayin' it to make you happy.. But me, I'm tellin' you the truth. No smoke up your ass from me, Edge. I created Wrestlebrawl. It was my baby. And so is that SGW World title. Its linage goes back before farther than any World title around today. Edge, Sunday night, when you face Lance Storm.. I got a strong feelin' you're going to win my baby and make it yours. Edge: Because I'm the Rated R Superstar! [[ Arn doesn't agree. ]] Arn Anderson: No.. It's because you're finally.. Ready. Edge: I've been ready a long time. Arn Anderson: And this is why you must seize this opportunity. You can't let it slip, Edge. I don't want you winnin' my World title.. But I didn't want Randy Orton or Tom Cruise winnin' it either.. But they did. So at least do me this favor. If and when you win the SGW World title.. [[ Edge anxiously waits for Arn to finish. ]] Arn Anderson: At least be as good of a champion as Goldberg, Rocky, and Bret were. [[ Edge stands up out of the booth and spits in Arn's face! A huge loogie drips down off Arn's eyebrow. ]] Edge: SCREW YOU AND YOUR LEGENDS! I BEAT ALL THREE OF THEM! I REFUSE TO GO DOWN THE SAME PATH YOUR LITTLE LEGENDS WENT DOWN! I'M BLAZING MY OWN TRAIL, DOING THINGS MY WAY! HOWEVER I WANT, WHENEVER I WANT TO DO IT! I CALL THE SHOTS NOW, ARN! NOT YOU! ME! I CALL THE SHOTS! [[ Edge is yelling all in Arn's face. ]] Edge: SUNDAY NIGHT, I'M GOING TO WIN THAT TITLE, ARN! AND WHEN I DO.. FOR THE FOUR YEARS OF SCREWINGS.. YOU CAN KISS MY ASS! I'M NOT GOING TO BE THE SECOND-COMING OF BRET HART! OH NO, I'M NOT! I'M GOING TO BE THE FIRST COMING OF THE GERATEST SGW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION EVER! I'M GOING TO BE THE MAN WHO DEMOLISHED LANCE STORM AND BROKE HIM DOWN! I'M GOING TO BE THE..
[[ He catches his breath. ]] Edge: The Rated R.. CHAMPION! [[ Edge shakes his head in disgust at Anderson. ]] Edge: You make me sick, Arn. You make me SICK! [[ Edge smacks Arn across the face and walks out of the bar. The scene fades. ]] [[ Fade. ]] [[ The Previously Recorded Promo. ]] [[ Once again, Edge is still in the chair. Not moved an inch. He's about to start speaking again to the camera he's still facing. The only difference from now and the previous parts of this promo is Edge has his ACW World title in view. It's in his hands, dangling over the back of the chair. ]] Edge: Two world titles. That's the prize, that's the goal in all of this. Unifying a dead company's title with the most prestigious title in this business. Lance Storm, you got to prove you're worthy of that title you tote on your shoulder, and you have to prove you can hang with the biggest and best Solid Gold has to offer. But me, I have more riding on this match than you. [[ Pause. ]] Edge: I am the greatest SGW superstar to have never held the World title. People I've beaten on a regular basis like my brother Christian, Val Venis and Randy Orton have both held the World title. Hell, my own persona friend Tom Cruise has had a run with that title. But me, my name's missing from that list. After Sunday night, I'll be the brightest spot on the World title history list. This is my destiny, Lance Storm. This is my destiny that I WILL NOT BE DENIED! [[ Edge quickly shakes his head side to side with his eyes wide. ]] Edge: I have to have that World title, Storm. I've said it since the second I turned on Christian and exposed him as the joke wrestler he truly is.. I want that SGW World title. I'm sick and tired of being cast to the side, playing second-fiddle while people less talented than I am get their shot to run with the belt. That belt is my destiny. It's the last missing piece to the puzzle I've been putting together since May of 2001. I have been denied my fair shot for long enough! Now, I've taken matters into my own hands by staking my claim to the belt by spearing you all those weeks ago. The spears were just the beginning. Sunday night, Wrestlebrawl 2, the Rated R Superstar completes.. The.. Puzzle! [[ Edge smiles wide, licking his lips. ]] Edge: Sure, the talk about achieving a destiny is old talk. Everyone at one time in their career have talked about achieving their lifelong destiny of doing something. But for me, this is truly my destiny. This is the pinnacle for Edge. Everyone else was just throwing the "destiny" word around like a stinkin' PROSTITUTE! This isn't me looking for a cool angle to help hype up this match Sunday night. This isn't me just adding extra words and lines in my promos to give them an added effect.. The SGW World title truly IS MY DESTINY! [[ Edge pauses to catch his breath from all the yelling. He's pouring everything he's got in his soul out in this promo. ]] Edge: This has been my dream since high school! This is why I've come back from a broken neck, dove off ladders, endured concussions. The World title is what the Rated R Superstar is all about. I've beaten every person who's tried stopping me from getting to this point by proving I don't deserve a shot. I turned on my own flesh and blood, my brother just to get myself into position for this match, Storm. I've proven I will do ANYTHING that it takes to get that World title. And Sunday night, Lance Storm, you WILL NOT BE READY! YOU ARE NO WHERE NEAR PREPARED FOR MY ONSLAUGHT I'M BRINGING! [[ Edge grabs the ACW title of his and holds it high. ]] Edge: You want this title? You want to unify them into one entity? TOO BAD! This title is mine! MINE! ALL MINE! I love my ACW World title, I fought hard to win it from Christian last month.. But, as nice as it is.. [[ Edge kisses it. ]] Edge: Come Sunday.. I'm going to go for the upgrade.. To your World title, Lance. [[ Edge smiles a wide smile. His teeth are so bright they'd light Vegas for a week. ]] Edge: And the best part of it all.. [[ Edge's smile somehow widens. His confidence level is about to explode. ]] Edge: There's nothing.. You.. Can.. Do.. About it! [[ He pauses to add more emphasis to his comments. ]] Edge: Usually, with my opponents, I'll steal their women and make them mine. Stacy, Torrie, Trish.. But Lance Storm, Major Gunns is nothing but a second-rate porn star. I don't want what's between her legs. I don't want what everyone else has traded around on a consistent basis.. I'm going to steal a more important woman from your life. [[ He pauses a few seconds to make Storm think of who it could be. ]] Edge: Lady Luck. [[ Edge chuckles. ]] Edge: It's the only reason you're currently the World champion.. Because you got lucky. It's the only way you survived the cage match against Austin to keep your title.. Because you got lucky. It's the only way to put me in the Straight Shooter last week.. Because.. You got lucky. [[ Edge is seemingly mocking Lance Storm, ruining every win he has in his career. ]] Edge: Lady Luck.. And instead of me screwing her.. In the end.. SHE'S GOING TO SCREW YOU! [[ The ACW title is laid on the floor beside the chair. Edge returns his focus back to the camera. ]] Edge: I'm going to take your Lady Luck, Storm. I don't need her. I don't need luck to get the job done like you do. I don't need luck to win matches, do things I was told I never could do. That's why I am the most talented, the most dominate, the most unstoppable superstar in wrestling HISTORY! Lance Storm, I'm going to take your meal ticket, your little lady away from you.. Then we're going to watch the quick demise of Lance Storm.. The man who relies solely on luck.. But she's not going to be there to help you, Storm. YOU WILL NOT GET LUCKY AGAINST ME! YOU WILL GET THE BEATING OF YOUR LIFE AS I TAKE YOUR PRECIOUS SGW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE! [[ Edge's eyes are wild. He licks his teeth, cockily laughing at Storm's demise. ]] Edge: And that statement Lance Storm.. You can go ahead and.. [[ You know what's coming.. ]] Edge: ..Bank on it. [[ Edge starts laughing, then he stares directly into the camera with a super serious look. You know Edge means business, that this match is everything to him. ]] [[ Fade. ]] [[ Current time. ]] Tom Cruise: While Edge was out meeting up with old acquaintances and getting his mind straightened out, Trish was at home worried about him. It was getting real close to the time for them to leave to head to Boston. [[ Edge comes back into the picture. He's smacking his gum. ]] Tom Cruise: Edge had his eyes opened by Arn Anderson. The man responsible for the delay in Edge's career advancement showed some courage by talking to Edge, telling him how it was. If it wasn't for Arn Anderson, Edge would've already have one World title reign under his belt.. [[ Edge is walking down the street after leaving the bar from his talk with Arn Anderson. You can tell his whole outlook on the former owner has changed after that clearing of the air. Edge looks like a burden has been lifted off his shoulders. He gets a phone call. He reaches into his pocket and answers it. ]] Edge: Yeah? Trish Stratus: I've been worried as hell about you. [[ She continues. ]] Trish Stratus: You've been gone for a long time. Edge: Yeah, some stuff's came up.. Meet up with some people I've not talked to in a while. Trish Stratus: Where are you at? Edge: Taking care of some business, Trish. Trish Stratus: When are you coming back? [[ Edge stops and thinks about it. ]] Edge: Later. [[ You can tell Edge's mind is somewhere else. He's scanning the houses around him, looking for one in particular it seems. He mumbles the numbers of each passing house as he listens to Trish. ]] Trish Stratus: What have you been doing all this time? Edge: Catching up with some people. [[ He's frustrated at her hassling him. ]] Trish Stratus: You all right? Edge: I'm perfectly fine. [[ He walks by a house, notices where he's at. He gets a twinkle in his eye, he flashes a half smile. ]] Edge: I'm fixing to be even better. Trish Stratus: What do you- [[ He cuts her off. ]] Edge: I'll be back sometime later. Just get everything ready. [[ Click. ]] [[ He puts the phone back in his pocket and looks at the door of the house. He walks up on the porch and knocks on the door. ]] Edge: Here goes nothing. [[ The scene fades. ]] [[ The Previously Recorded Promo. ]] [[ Edge is sitting right in the chair now. His arms behind his head. He's sprawled out, relaxing, staring at the ceiling. ]] Edge: You make me laugh, Lance. Trying to put yourself over as a big threat to me and my winning streak. You're nothing! [[ Edge could care less about Storm. ]] Edge: Do I fear you? Am I intimidated? Hell no! How could I be, Lance? How can I take you serious? Serious is what you want to be all the time. But that's a little hard to do Lance.. Especially when your promos are nothing but a glorified CIRCUS WITH YOU BEING THE STINKIN' RING LEADER! [[ Edge removes his heads from behind his head. ]] Edge: If you want to be taken as a serious threat, you need to drop the comedy act. The Lance Storm I know, he hates "offbeat shenanigans." He doesn't laugh. He wouldn't associate himself with comedy characters.. But I guess the new Lance fits in just fine with them. [[ Edge smirks. ]] Edge: Because the new Lance Storm I'm facing Sunday night.. HE'S A JOKE! [[ Edge is oozing confidence. ]] Edge: Hey Lance.. You want me to be intimidated right? If that's the angle you're going for.. The whole, make me worried about you thing.. Then you're going to have to drop the comedy show. You doing the same promo each and every week is pathetic. Lance Storm is no gimmicks needed. He's all about wrestling. You should be telling me about how you're going to make me beg for mercy in the ring with one of your submission holds.. I shouldn't be watching Mike Awesome earn his membership to the KKK, and watch a 'coon threaten to kill him with a nigger-knife. You're not pro-wrestling, Storm.. You're turning yourself into a sports entertainer. You're forgetting your wrestling roots, my man.. [[ Pause. ]] Edge: And that.. That's going to cost you dearly... Lance, your whole focus is that I used to be a member of the Hart Dungeon family? That's your big thing? WHO CARES ABOUT THE HART FAMILY!? THEY'RE ALL DEAD! DEAD, GONE, AND FORGOTTEN! LIKE YOU'RE FIXING TO BE ON SUNDAY NIGHT WHEN I DROP YOU LIKE A BAD HABIT! [[ Edge looks carefree, not pressure on his shoulders. ]] Edge: And seriously, Lisa Ortiz? You think THAT has any effect on me? Let Mike Awesome KEEP HER! I DON'T LOVE HER! IF I DID, I'D NOT CHEATED ON HER WOULD I, YOU IGNORANT, STUPID, NO-TALENTED, UN-CREATIVE PIECE OF SHIT! HUH? I CHEATED ON HER BECAUSE I DON'T CARE! [[ Rubbing things in people's faces are so fun. ]] Edge: I will make you humble Sunday night, Storm. Your entire basis of this match is dead in the water. I don't care what you do to my ex-wife, say I used to train in the Dungeon.. I don't care. THAT'S NOT WHAT THIS MATCH IS ABOUT! This match Lance, in case you've forgotten.. Is all about you LOSING YOUR WORLD TITLE TO ME! MY God, Storm.. I thought you were actually read to give me some sort of a challenge.. I was expecting you to give me the fight of my life.. [[ Pause momentarily. ]] Edge: Not give me the World title without a fight. [[ Edge looks ashamed. ]] Edge: You're absolutely pathetic. You don't deserve to be SGW World Heavyweight Champion. After this effort, Storm.. You don't deserve to breathe oxygen. Not the brightest crayon in the box, are you? Seriously, go back to the drawing board, enjoy some time in the midcard.. And THEN, a few months from now.. Once you've realized how badly you've just choked.. You can give it another try.. But man, I was expecting at least a tough match.. Heh, just goes to show how right I ALWAYS END UP BEING! [[ Fade. ]] [[ Christian's house. ]] Tom Cruise: Yes, you are seeing it right. Christian's house. THE Christian. After that talk with Arn Anderson, Edge made the boldest move of his life by knocking on Christian's door. The two haven't spoken since the night Edge turned on Christian. [[ Christian and Edge have a really intense stare-down at the door. Neither make a move or say a word, their eyes remain locked. ]] Tom Cruise: Since Edge is days away from winning the title Christian never lost, he's going to surely rub it in Christian's face. [[ The tension is so high you could cut it with a knife. Edge breaks the silence. ]] Edge: Happy to see me? Christian: What do you want? Have another title belt you want to smash across my face? Need a quick way to get over again or something? Edge: Nope, I've got my World title shot, your World title, and your girlfriend and bodyguard. I think I've got all I need from you.. But one thing. Christian: I'm not going to bow and worship you. You got jealous of me being the better, more successful wrestler between the two of us.. And you took matters into your own hands. Edge: I sure did. And I'd do it again! Christian: You played the game smartly, Edge. I give you credit. Instead of earning your way to the top, you decided to use me as a stepping stone. Edge: It was a fantastic launching pad! [[ Christian's tired of messing around. ]] Christian: What do you want? What's the one thing you want from me? Don't you have a whore to go sleep with? Edge: Well, yeah.. Yeah I do. [[ Christian looks like he could punch Edge's lights out. ]] Edge: But Christian.. I came here to get your best wishes on Sunday night. I'm going to finish off our goals we set five years ago when we entered SGW. I mean, well all know I'm going to beat Lance Storm like he's the cock of a thirteen year old. I'm going to win the SGW World title.. The one title you held and never lost cleanly. Christian: Yeah, good job on duplicating my entire career. Some way to get yourself out of my shadow. Edge: Actually Christian, little brother.. Winning the title Sunday night WILL in fact, get me out of your shadows. Because you see, your highlight feud with that title, was Val Venis. You held it for one month. Me on the other hand.. With you gone forever on the shelf.. I'm going to reign forever. [[ This is so pointless. ]] Edge: You, you're forgotten about. Christian, Captain Charisma.. He's lost his pizzazz to the public's eye. It's all about being Rated R nowadays! When I win that title, the people's going to be worshipping the ground I walk on more than they did for you! It's all about me now! It's all about me! Christian: Look, I'm not wishing you luck. I'm not going to even watch the show. I'm sick and tired of hearing about the things you're doing. So go ahead, win that title.. But just remember who never lost it, and still would be the champion right now. Edge: Oh Christian, I've not forgotten your big reign where you did the charity job to Cruise. But me, when I overcome the last obstacle standing in my way of winning the SGW title.. I'm not going to job it in pity jobs. I will put NOBODY over! I WILL HOLD THAT PIECE OF TIN ON MY SHOULDER FOREVER! UNTIL THE DAY SGW CLOSES ITS DOORS FOREVER! Christian: Edge, I know you're going to win the title. It's Lance Storm. You and I, we were on a level higher than everybody else since the day we joined SGW. We're the best tag team in the company's history. We own all sorts of records. You're right, you're going to win the World title. And I don't doubt you for a second that you're going to run with that title for a long time.. Maybe you won't be like me and drop the title due to the pressure. Edge: I'm not going to be the joke of a champion you were. Christian: Seriously Edge.. We both know you got the best of me. You outsmarted me and beat me at my own game. You made me pay for ever trusting you. I don't know why you're even wasting your time coming by here when you have a World title match to get ready for at the biggest pay-per-ever. You know you're good.. You know you're the man right now. But it's ridiculous from you wanting me to bow and raise your on high like you're some kind of God. [[ Christian continues. ]] Christian: I was an arrogant prick, but even I didn't go looking for people to praise me. Edge: And that's why you're sitting at home, and I'm fixing to complete the mission we accepted when we joined SGW all those years ago. Because little bro, Sunday night, I prove once and for all.. When Lance Storm's laying on his back, staring at the lights above, thinking about how awesome my theme music is.. That I AM BETTER THAN YOU! [[ Edge laughs in Christian's face. ]] Edge: Ah, nothing like stopping by for no reason just to point out that I'm better than you are. Man, great talk we just had, bro.. Great talk. [[ Edge begins to walk off the porch but he stops, remembering something. ]] Edge: Just letting you know, Christian.. Sunday night after Wrestlebrawl goes off the air.. I'm going to be having a big blockbuster party to celebrate my World title win. You ought to show up. That way you can take a good look at both belts you once had, but I now own.. And do a better job of defending. [[ Edge smirks, Christian shakes his head. Edge looks down at his watch and then back up at Christian. ]] Edge: Well bud, I've got to go catch a plane. Christian: Good riddance. Edge: I have a World title to go win. [[ Edge does the point and wink at Christian. ]] Edge: Tootles. Christian: Oh, wait a second. Edge: What? Christian: Lance Storm tried getting me to appear in his second promo.. Edge: So? Christian: I declined. Edge: Alright. [[ Edge walks away and Christian crosses his arms, watching him walk away while whistling. Christian can't believe he even had that meaningless conversation with Edge, which did nothing but make Edge look like the better man. ]] Christian: Dammit. [[ Christian, frustrated, closes the door. ]] Tom Cruise: Christian, the worst brother in the world. Even if your own flesh and blood turns on you, ruins your wrestling career, and slams your face in repeatedly with a steel chair, you got to be happy that he's going to succeed. [[ We catch a shot of Christian's white door. The nametag on the center of it reads "Reso." ]] Tom Cruise: Christian can act all bitter all he wants, but Sunday night, he's going to realize Edge has been the better brother ever since birth. I mean, Edge would NEVER drop the World title to someone like because he thought it'd be funny like Christian did. [[ Cruise pauses. ]] Tom Cruise: What an idiot. [[ Fade. ]] [[ The Previously Recorded Promo. ]] [[ Edge is standing up now, the chair is kicked over to the side. The ACW World title is the first thing we see. The camera zooms out, showing Edge's shoulders down to his star belt buckle. His "Sex and Violence" t-shirt is un-tucked, except around the belt buckle. We hear him speak. ]] Edge: The time for talking and making claims has come to an end, Storm. It's put up or shut up time now. Lance Storm, Sunday night in Boston, I'm going to make you SILENCED! You don't have what it takes, you just don't measure up! I'm going to bring you up to my level for one night, and one night only. You can have a taste of what it's like to be in the ring with a REAL main event superstar! Steve Austin, Ken Kennedy, those guys don't count! I'm the only undefeated man in this company.. And Storm, my other shoulder right here. [[ We see a hand slap Edge's shoulder without a title on it. ]] Edge: It needs some decoration. It needs another title. [[ The camera pans up, Edge is confident as hell. ]] Edge: And well, the only way it's not going to happen.. Is if hell freezes over. Your luck's run out Lance Storm.. Your luck.. Has run out. Lance, you want to brag about slapping on the Straight Shooter, like that's some big deal? You evidently have forgotten how I foreshadowed Wrestlebrawl by PINNING YOU! Anything you do Lance Storm.. I.. Do.. BETTER! [[ He's smug. ]] Edge: I'm going to go ahead and apologize for embarrassing you, making you look like the second-rate midcarder you truly are. You just can't mess with me.. Especially when it involves my destiny. I'm sorry, Lance Storm. [[ One last pause. ]] Edge: I'm sorry for what I'm going to have to do on Sunday night. [[ Fade. ]] [[ Edge's Mother's House. ]] Tom Cruise: It's only a few hours before they're supposed to head to the airport to fly out of Canada and back to the States for Wrestlebrawl. The thing is, Edge is no where to be found. [[ Trish looks very worried and anxious. ]] Tom Cruise: Edge is busy getting himself mentally ready for the show Sunday night. He's already got all the necessary tools to get the job done in the ring. But it's what's in his head that needs the work. The fans have to be stamped out totally for him to stay focused. [[ Trish and Tomko are still in the bedroom awaiting the return of Edge. He's been gone for what seems like an eternity. Trish looks at her watch with a worried look. ]] Trish Stratus: Edge'd better hurry up or we're going to miss our flight to Boston. [[ She looks at the watch again, knowing no time has passed since the last time. ]] Trish Stratus: He said he had to visit someone.. That someone better have been important enough to waste this valuable time on. [[ Little does she know. ]] Trish Stratus: This is getting ridiculous. [[ She checks the watch again. ]] Trish Stratus: C'mon Tomko, we're going to find him. [[ Tomko nods. They turn to go out the door and before they get to it, in comes Edge, making them stop dead in their tracks. ]] Edge: Looking for me? Trish Stratus: About time. [[ They kiss passionately for a few seconds. ]] Trish Stratus: Where the hell have you been, babe? [[ He smirks. ]] Edge: Just uh.. Visiting some people. Trish Stratus: We're going to be late. Edge: Wrestlebrawl can't go on without me. It can't happen without the main event, Trish. I'm one of the only ones who is wrestling at this pay-per-view who participated on the original show. I have a destiny to fulfill.. I'm going to eliminate Lance Storm, Trish. [[ He draws her closer. ]] Edge: I'm going to have my very own special Wrestlebrawl moment.. Keeping the trend alive of a new World Champion being crowned at this particular event. [[ He looks down at Trish and speaks with all the confidence in the world. ]] Edge: Trish.. [[ He stares her deep in the eyes, flashing a huge smile that makes you disgusted because you know he's right on everything he's said. ]] Edge: Sunday night, July thirtieth.. [[ He raises his free hand in the air in a mock victory pose. ]] Edge: I'M GOING TO WRESTLEBRAWL! Tyson Tomko: ..Yep. [[ The three grab their bags and head for the door, exiting the room. Edge is the last one out, he slowly closes the door to, making a small slamming noise. The scene fades to black. ]] [[ Static. ]] [[ Fade out. ]] LANCE
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