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

' Back to Basics '

[[ Static. ]]

[[ Fade up the SGW logo. ]]

[[ Hollywood, California. The home of movie stars and big dreams. ]]

[[ We fade up at a big movie premier. Movie stars, paparazzi, and fans are everywhere as far as the eye can see. Flash bulbs go off like crazy. You start to get excited yourself being in the middle of this big frenzy. We see the banners for the movies on the red carpet, "Mission Impossible: III." What in the world are we doing here supporting Tom Cruise, a sworn enemy of Christian and Edge? This is unheard of. ]]

Edge: The red carpet..Tonight's going to be interesting.

Trish Stratus: I still don't get this. Being here makes us hypocrites.

[[ Trish echoes everyone else's thoughts. We see our group of heroes on the red carpet dressed in their best attire. Trish and Stacy sport very elegant, low-cut dresses, their hear in new styles. Cornette's suit actually matches in all black for once, Tomko stays true to his roots, wearing black pants and a black, no sleeved shirt. His shirt is one of those printed on tux shirts you see on television a lot. And the leader in front, holding Stacy by the hand wearing sunglasses, Edge. ]]

Stacy Keibler: Yeah, this red carpet is cool and all, but it is Tom Cruise.

James E. Cornette: That idiot ruined Christian's World title reign on PURPOSE! He's the cause behind all our problems!

Random Fan: FUCK YOU EDGE!

Edge: Thanks.

[[ Edge waves to the fan who flips him off. ]]

Edge: So glad I'm not a full fledged babyface. I'm not going to kiss babies when I can have sex.

Stacy Keibler: That's right.

[[ The group continues walking as cameras go off and fans yell at them. A reporter stops Edge and the group. ]]

Reporter: Edge, sir, can I get a few quick comments?

Edge: Sure.

[[ She clears her voice and begins. ]]

Reporter: After the past you all have with Tom Cruise, why come out to the movie premier tonight?

Edge: Well, just because Tom did his little publicity stunt in March to kick start the promoting of this film, why should it effect our coming to support him? Tom helped SGW out, we've helped him out..So why not come out and enjoy the movie tonight and hang with our friends?

[[ Edge isn't the same serious beast we've gotten used to. He's laid back for once. ]]

Reporter: With a serious match coming up this week for SGW's "Body Count" show, how can you not be getting ready?

Edge: Well, you see, I'm one of the best wrestlers not only in SGW, but the entire history of this business. I've fought the true legends and toppled them all. I've got an almost four year winning streak going, and someone like Randy Orton, even with his achievements, won't be the man to put that to a hault.

[[ Quick pause, the reporter listens in close. ]]

Edge: And after all Randy Orton's done to us the past month or so, he knows what's coming his way on Sunday night, and that's a beating...Not one of these storyline wrote beatings, but a legitimate street fight beating. The things I'll do to him on Sunday night, if I did it outside of the SGW umbrella, I would go to jail forever for. I would face all the serious assault charges for..So really, I'm not worried about Sunday night. Because when you're me..You don't have to.

Reporter: Any final comments?

Edge: Just be sure to watch Body Count Sunday night on pay-per-view if you want to watch Randy Orton have a near-death experience.

[[ He's oozing confidence. The reporter thanks him and turns her attention to Tomko. ]]

Reporter: Now, Mr. Tomko..Is the rumor true?

Tyson Tomko: ..Hmm?

Reporter: The rumor going around that you're now romantically linked to Paris Hilton?

James E. Cornette: HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT!

[[ Shock overtakes the group. Tomko rubs his goatee. ]]

Tyson Tomko: ..No comment.

James E. Cornette: PARIS HILTON!?!

[[ Tomko quickly starts walking away from the reporter and the rest of the group follows to find out the dirt. ]]

James E. Cornette: GOD DAMN RIGHT, TOMKO! YOU'RE MY BOY!

Trish Stratus: How did you have time to hang out with Paris when you're with us all day?...And besides that..You never speak to us..How do you speak to Paris Hilton?

James E. Cornette: Paris likes it in the ass don't she? Oooh god dammit! I bet she does!

Stacy Keibler: That's something else Tomko. Who would have ever thought it?

[[ Tomko remains speechless. ]]

Edge: Well, if Tomko's with Paris or not..That's his business. Let's just try to get back on topic.

Tyson Tomko: ..Good.

James E. Cornette: Yeah, back to hangin' with that lunatic Tom Cruise.

Edge: I think we all know Tom's not done us any favors, but c'mon think about what time of the month it is.

Stacy Keibler: That was two weeks ago for me.

[[ Tomko looks disgusted. ]]

Tyson Tomko: ..Too much info.

Edge: No, Stacy..It's pay-per-view week in Solid Gold. And what are Edge and Christian promos known for around this time of the month?

James E. Cornette: Celebrities..Lots of celebrities.

[[ Cornette looks happy because he knows he got the question right. ]]

Edge: Exactly.

Trish Stratus: But..How does celebrities help the promos out?

[[ Edge raises up his sunglasses and gives Trish a blank stare. ]]

James E. Cornette: Duh, Trish! It's obvious why celebrities help out promos...Go ahead Edge, tell her why.

Trish Stratus: Jim, shut up, you don't know why either.

[[ He's speechless. ]]

Tyson Tomko: ..Busted.

James E. Cornette: ...Fine. Edge, just tell why celebrities help the promos.

Edge: Obviously it makes our promos longer and helps us win matches.

James E. Cornette: Yeah Trish!..The longer the promo the more matches we win!...Wait..What? That doesn't make any sense!

[[ Everyone's lost. ]]

Stacy Keibler: But..Doesn't wrestling in the ring win matches?

[[ Edge kisses Stacy and smiles. ]]

Edge: Your sense of humor..That's why I like you.

Stacy Keibler: But I thought you said you liked me because I was, "like a basic math problem, easy."

[[ Edge thinks it over for a split second and nods. ]]

Edge: That too...That too.

Random Fan: EDGE! EDGE KILL RANDY ORTON!

[[ Edge waves to the fan. ]]

Edge: Consider it done.

[[ The group continues their stroll down the red carpet, another random fan yells out something. ]]

Random Fan 2: TOM CRUISE IS BETTER THAN EDGE!

Edge: Alright, great.

[[ Trish is puzzled. ]]

Trish Stratus: I thought we were the "good guys" now?

James E. Cornette: You can't compete with a man who jumps on a couch. And besides, what have we done to get cheered? I for one don't want these idiots rootin' for us! They ain't had our backs since 2002! Screw 'em! I don't want their pity applause just 'cause we're goin' against Jeff Jarrett and his regime of jobbers!

Edge: Look, let's calm down and have some fun tonight. The match with Randy Orton's in the bag. He knows what's coming. He did his promo work last week so he could take this entire week off to get himself ready for me..But the thing is, it takes more than a week to get ready for the abuse, the punishment, the beating he's going to sustain at Body Count.

[[ Edge puts his glasses back on. ]]

Edge: That's why tonight, we go back to the basics, and go overboard with our celebrities friends.

Trish Stratus: I still don't get the celebrity usage part.

Edge: Who cares, Trish? It sure as heck beats us doing a promo at a grocery store or killing Samurai ninjas.

James E. Cornette: He's got a point.

Edge: But tonight..We're going to have some fun.

[[ And with that, Edge leads the group down the rest of the red carpet as the scene fades. ]]

[[ The scene opens up inside of a room, just a typical room. In the center of the room is a chair. The scene sort of reminds you of the Bernie Mac show. Edge vacates the chair in the middle of the room, looking right into the camera wearing a camoflague hat with the Rated R Superstar logo on it and a Rated R Superstar t-shirt. ]]

Edge: Randy Orton, you may think that last month at World Warrior was the biggest, most important night in your career..But the thing is, Sunday night at Body Count will be the match that makes or breaks your career.

[[ Edge's blank expression makes it hard to read what he's thinking. ]]

Edge: Because at Body Count, this will be the match you'll be remembered by. And it's all up to me to determine what the fans leave the arena thinking about Randy Orton..You see, there's two simple things for them to think.."Man, that Randy Orton talks a mean game and he almost backed it up against Edge.".And then there's, "well, Randy Orton's a hell of a competitior. He'll be missed. But I'm sure he's up in Heaven getting T-Boned by Taz."

[[ Edge looks like a different man than he was in the first scene. ]]

Edge: Sure, it sounds like I'm trying to make light of the situation, but Orton, I've never been more serious in my life. Your life rests in my hands..Your future, your career...All depends on how bad I decide to beat you...How close to death I'll let you reach!

[[ Edge holds his hands out, looking down at his palms. ]]

Edge: Let's have ourselves a history lesson Orton, let's throw some things out in the open..Last month in your World title match, you KNEW you didn't have a chance of beating Val Venis, as impossible as that seems. So you came to Christian and I, you BEGGED your enemies for help..You looked me in the eyes and you said "Edge, I DON'T HAVE WHAT IT TAKES! HELP ME! HELP ME WIN THE WORLD TITLE!"...And you got lucky Orton, you got lucky that we hated Val Venis with a passion and we decided to help you out.

[[ Edge becomes a little more alive. ]]

Edge: So yeah, that's right Orton, you're a fraud, you're not the big superstar that you've tried making everyone believe. You've pulled the wool over the eyes of SGW for long enough. But yet, you've tried sabotaging your title reign by placing it all on us..And you know what? You're damn right I helped you win that World title..Because it's obvious you DON'T HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO EVEN BEAT VAL VENIS ON YOUR OWN! SO RANDY ORTON, YOU HAVE NO CHANCE IN HELL OF BEATING THE RATED R SUPERSTAR!

[[ Leave it to Edge to do some shooting. ]]

Edge: You're messing with the wrong bull, Randy Orton. You can all those legends to your list that you've done in for..But you're set your sights on Edge and Christian..And Orton, we're two legends that won't die. The only way Christian and I will ever die is if we do it ourselves!..And now Orton, after all you've tried doing, this is where it comes to. A street fight at Body Count. And yet, you think you still have a chance of beating me? Of killing my storied legend? Randy Orton, at Body Count, you are in for one hell of a reality check!

[[ Edge points with his right hand, you feel like he's personally calling you out. ]]

Edge: You may think you're a big deal, a future legend in this company because you won the World title, because you've got a couple of Television titles under your belt..But Orton, if you want to become a true legend in Solid Gold, you got to get the job done right..You got to take out the Rated R Superstar. And Randy Orton, if you can't even take out some second-rate shell of his former self in Val Venis without coming to someone like me and begging, BEGGING for help..Then you don't have a chance of getting the job done against me.

[[ Truth. Edge is so determined. He takes a few breaths and continues. ]]

Edge: You're facing a beast this week at Body Count unlike anyone you've ever stepped into the ring with. I'd have you ask Chavo Guerrero what it was like facing me, BUT HE'S IN THE DAMN RETIREMENT HOME! I've beaten Chavo Guerrero Jr and every other person who's stepped in my way..And you Orton, you've had a nice run in SGW. It's easy having that nice record when you're main feuds were against Michael Shane for the Television title!...I'm a main eventer. I'm the best damn wrestler in this company today, and that's an undisputed fact. I win my matches on my own because I'm the best, I have what it takes...You, you win matches thanks to people like me. But at Body Count, you're hot streak runs out..You'll no longer be taking SGW by storm...Your days of high profile matches is coming to an end Sunday night...So is your joke of a career!

[[ George Clooney and John Travolta walk into the scene looking around. They shake hands with Edge. ]]

George Clooney: Hey Edge, we're here.

John Travolta: Yeah, it's pay-per-view time isn't it?

Edge: Yeah it is actually.

George Clooney: I'm not complaining. I got to have sex with Torrie Wilson last time I came around.

John Travolta: I got to bash Eric Bischoff's face in with the Harris Brothers by using a sledgehammer.

Edge: We put you to good use.

George Clooney: And people try thinking we're not worth anything to promos. Think about it, you haven't lost since 2001, it's not like there's really a lot of good talent around nowdays..So why not chill out with some celebrities, live the good life, and then go take care of business in the ring?

John Travolta: And let us hit people with objects.

George Clooney: So, who's the sucker this week, Venis again?

Edge: Nah, Venis is dead...I face Randy Orton this week.

John Travolta: Yeah, that cocksucker tried killing Christian.

George Clooney: Really? Edge, you need to kill this son of a bitch. He's trying to compromise our future in SGW.

Edge: No worries. Randy Orton's got himself into a situation he can't get himself out of. On Sunday, it's going to be an eye for an eye. Randy Orton, the Legend Killer, Man of Destiny..His relationship with Lady Luck is going to be over with..Because like always, the Rated R Superstar will steal your women and not give them back..And then he'll kick your ass.

[[ Travolta smirks. ]]

John Travolta: You the man, Edge.

Edge: I know.

[[ Got to love celebrities to randomly pop-up and make scenes longer. The scene fades. ]]

[[ And we fade back to the red carpet where we last left the crew off. At the very end of it the group is lead by a group of publicists and there's Tom Cruise. Edge stops and looks back to everyone. ]]

Edge: Alright, here we are. Cornette, act like a normal human being.

James E. Cornette: I got the right mind to punch him in the god damn mouth. I ain't liked 'em since SGDubyaX when we did the Christian National Convention.

Edge: If you want to go back to jail, then go for it.

James E. Cornette: I'll pass.

Trish Stratus: This will be fun.

[[ They start walking again and Tom spots them. He looks cautious. ]]

Tom Cruise: Uh..Hey..Guys..

Edge: Congratulations on the big movie, Tom.

Tom Cruise: You guys aren't here to cause problems are you? I did what I did for publicity.

James E. Cornette: We'll get you back one day you little shit.

[[ Edge shuts Cornette up and reassures Tom. ]]

Edge: No worries Tom. We're here to support you and the movie.

Tom Cruise: Really?

Trish Stratus: Well of course.

[[ Tom looks at his watch. ]]

Tom Cruise: Gesh guys, it's the 18th..It's a pay-per-view week in SGW isn't it?

Stacy Keibler: Possibly.

Tom Cruise: Thought so. So who's facing who this week?

James E. Cornette: Edge here's gonna' slaughter Randy Orton for tryin' to kill Christian!

[[ Tom looks devistated. ]]

Tom Cruise: Randy Orton did what?

James E. Cornette: Jarrett and those little bitches tried gettin' SGDubya' rid of Christian..Now Edge is gonna' whip his ass and shut him up..Make 'em pay and shit.

Tom Cruise: That's something else. Good luck with that, Edge. I really mean it. Send my best wishes to Christian.

Trish Stratus: I don't think we can do that. He curses at the very mention of your name.

Tom Cruise: Oh.

Trish Stratus: You did ruin his World title reign, which, right now, would be at over one-hundred days.

Tyson Tomko: ...Idiot.

Edge: But that's not important..What's important is that your movie is playing tonight, and we're here to support you. Randy Orton is a thought that's been placed on the backburner.

[[ Tom and Edge shake hands. ]]

Tom Cruise: Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go watch a movie.

Edge: Sounds good.

[[ Cruise slaps Tomko on the chest. ]]

Tom Cruise: Oh yeah Tomko, congratulations on bagging Paris.

Stacy Keibler: So it's true?

[[ You're not breaking Tomko. ]]

Tyson Tomko: ...No comment.

[[ Cornette rubs his hands together in excitment. ]]

James E. Cornette: I can't wait to see "One Night in Paris II!"

[[ Tom leads the group he betrayed a couple months ago into the theater as the scene fades. ]]

[[ The movie is over and we now open up in an executive suite room for the after party. We see Edge and Stacy talking to George Clooney and John Travolta, Trish is romancing it up with Steve Buscemi of all people. Cornette and Tomko are at the buffet line getting some snacks. ]]

James E. Cornette: C'mon Tomko, let's go find Paris.

[[ Tomko ignores him, Cornette seems anxious. ]]

James E. Cornette: Dammit don't you ignore me! We ain't gone on an adventure in a long time!

Tyson Tomko: ..I know.

James E. Cornette: Well what the hell are we waitin' on?! This is the perfect time to go stir some shit up!

[[ Tomko takes a bite of his apple, he's thinking it over. ]]

James E. Cornette: C'mon Tomko, it's time for us to have another adventure like the olden days. Back when Christian was World champion!

[[ Tomko grunts. ]]

Tyson Tomko: ...Fine.

[[ Tomko puts down his plate of food and Cornette follows him off camera. We cut back to Trish talking to Steve Buscemi. ]]

Trish Stratus: You were awesome in Airheads.

Steve Buscemi: Out of all the movies I've done, you remember me from Airheads?

[[ Buscemi slaps his head. ]]

Steve Buscemi: Ah Christ..

Trish Stratus: Surely it can't be that bad.

Steve Buscemi: Babe, have you even fucking seen Airheads?

Trish Stratus: It was on VH-1.

Steve Buscemi: Exactly, because it sucks.

Trish Stratus: Oh.

Steve Buscemi: Ya' could have at least said something like my guest spot in Billy Madison..Jesus Christ.

[[ Buscemi gets up and spikes his drink on the floor. ]]

[[ We now fade from that depressing scene to Edge and Stacy talking to Travolta and Clooney, Cruise walks up adding to the conversation. ]]

Tom Cruise: So how was it guys?

John Travolta: Splendid.

George Clooney: Very good.

[[ Cruise is pumped. ]]

Tom Cruise: Awesome! Thanks guys! I'll catch up with you in a little bit.

[[ Cruise walks away, and under their breath Clooney and Travolta speak. ]]

John Travolta: Asshole.

George Clooney: ..Faggot.

Edge: What? No love for Tom?

George Clooney: Yeah right. Screw Tom Cruise.

Edge: Everyone hate Cruise like that?

John Travolta: Yeah, he's giving Scientology a bad name.

[[ They nod, the scene fades. ]]

[[ We now see Cornette and Tomko talking with Paris Hilton. ]]

Paris Hilton: Tyson, the goatee looks great..The shirt, that's hot.

Tyson Tomko: ..I know.

Paris Hilton: So has the press been asking you about us as much as they have me?

[[ He nods. ]]

James E. Cornette: I'm still in disbelief.

Paris Hilton: I know you..You're the guy we got arrested a while back for stalking me.

James E. Cornette: Wha..What?! I don't know what the fuck you're talkin' about, toots.

[[ Cornette starts backing up. ]]

James E. Cornette: I gotta' go.

[[ He runs away, Tomko shakes his head. ]]

Tyson Tomko: ..Idiot.

[[ We fade. ]]

[[ Edge and Stacy meet back up with Trish. ]]

Trish Stratus: So, we go ahead and say this is celebrity overload right?

Edge: Hey, it is a pay-per-view week. What do the people expect out of us?

Stacy Keibler: Trish, were you talking to Steve Buscemi?

Edge: Steve Buscemi, from the Big Lebowski?

Trish Stratus: I liked him better in Airheads.

Stacy Keibler: I prefer him in Con Air.

[[ They all agree on that one. ]]

Edge: I think we can consider mission accomplished for this promo. Celebrities on a ppv week, no better way to get us prepared to enter Body Count. Randy Orton won't know what hit him.

Trish Stratus: He's already done his promo work, he's spending this week to get ready.

Edge: It'll take more than a week to get ready for what's coming to him. He's not wrestled since I costed him the match against Matt Hardy. He should have spent his entire break getting ready for me.

Stacy Keibler: Yeah, why did you help Matt Hardy of all people?

[[ Edge brushes it off. ]]

Edge: Hey, I got what I wanted from his girlfriend. I don't have her anymore. Nothing to me.

Stacy Keibler: You got me, which is why you killed Val Venis and shot it in his face.

Edge: Exactly. And Randy Orton can consider what I'm going to do to him on Sunday getting off easy compared to what I did to Val Venis not too long ago...Get it? Getting off.

[[ Trish rolls his eyes. ]]

Trish Stratus: Hilarious.

[[ Tom Cruise re-enters the scene. ]]

Tom Cruise: Good time guys?

Edge: Great time.

Tom Cruise: So Edge...Are we on good terms now?

Edge: No. This was just to help our cause.

[[ Edge shrugs. ]]

Edge: The movie sucked. George and Travolta hate you.

Tom Cruise: What?! That's impossible!

Edge: 'Fraid not.

[[ Cruise is heartbroken. ]]

Edge: Well, I think our job is done here. Thanks for giving me some ammo against Orton.

[[ Edge, Stacy, and Trish walk off leaving Tom Cruise there all by himself. ]]

Tom Cruise: ...Dammit.

[[ Cruise stomps his foot. The scene fades. ]]

[[ We now open up in a private room as Tomko and Paris Hilton rest on a couch. Paris is playing with Tomko's goatee. They sit in silence. ]]

Paris Hilton: Your goatee is so hot.

[[ Tomko nods. ]]

Paris Hilton: The movie was fun. It put me in the mood.

[[ Tomko puts his index finger against Paris' lips, like Edge does to Stacy. ]]

Tyson Tomko: ...No.

[[ He's learned from the best. ]]

[[ A knock on the door, a scream from a familiar voice. ]]

" LET MET IN! "

Tyson Tomko: ...Hmm..

[[ A loud knocking is heard at the door. You know it's Cornette on the other end. ]]

Paris Hilton: Is that the stalker guy?

[[ Tomko nods. ]]

Paris Hilton: He wants to watch us do it huh?

Tyson Tomko: ..Yep.

Paris Hilton: That's hot.

[[ He keeps banging at the door. ]]

James E. Cornette: DON'T DO NOTHIN' TIL I GET IN! I GOT SNACKS! I GOT BANANAS!

[[ Tomko gets up and walks to the door, he opens it. ]]

James E. Cornette: God dammit Tomko, let me in.

Tyson Tomko: ..No.

[[ Cornette has the door closed in his face. ]]

James E. Cornette: OUCH! THAT HURT! MY NOSE! MY FUCKIN' NOSE!

[[ Tomko goes and sits back down. ]]

Paris Hilton: Now where were we?

Tyson Tomko: ..Doing it.

Paris Hilton: Your two word comments..That's hot.

[[ The scene fades to black as we don't know what happens. Cornette yells loudly and bangs on the door. ]]

[[ We cue back up Edge sitting in the chair from earlier in the promo. No Clooney or Travolta this time, just Edge. ]]

Edge: Well Orton, it looks like all the technical stuff is out of the way. The words have been spoken, the battle lines have been drawn. Edge versus Randy Orton won't be remembered as a mat classic or a top match to be remembered in the history books of Solid Gold...This match, this fight will be remembered as the night the Legend Killer, the fastest rising superstar in SGW history got sent back down to the midcard where he belongs.

[[ Pause. ]]

Edge: This is your one true brush with greatness, with a true main eventer, with a true legend, Randy Orton. When SGW closes the doors for the final time, Edge will be remembered as one of the ones who made the company what it is..And you, you'll be just another one of those guys who came in and won a couple of matches.

[[ Edge has a crazed look in his eyes, you know he's just thinking about what he's going to do to Orton. ]]

Edge: It's always been about how good Christian is and how dominant he is, but he became so dominant because I found other things to do from the time we first left SGW. I was the original dominator of the two of us. The first-ever Pick Your Title Shot tournament winner, the most successful tag team superstar in SGW history. I've been in many wars in my own right, I've beaten just about all the big time superstars Christian have..So don't think I'm just some lackey, or some alternate..I'm just as good, if not better than Christian. And Randy Orton, Val Venis found that out at Supremacy when I left him bloody, I changed his life..And now, at Body Count...IT'S GONNA' BE YOUR TURN!

[[ Edge gets out of the chair and looks right into the camera. ]]

Edge: Be prepared to leave Body Count a changed man, a DEAD man, Randy Orton! I will show you no mercy. I'm leaving my mark on Solid Gold this week. I'm showing Jeff Jarrett that trying to run us out of SGW wasn't the brightest idea he's ever had. You're going to pay for the sins you've committed, and the sins of Jeff Jarrett and the rest of the ill-faded Golden Rule. I'll lead you to the cross Orton, and I'll drive the spikes right through what's left of your career.

[[ Edge licks his lips and continues, he can smell the blood like a shark. ]]

Edge: It's not going to be a street fight Orton, it's going to be a MASSACRE. I'm going to back up every one of my claims on Sunday night, I'm going to ruin your world. You'll be on your knees begging me to just let you live. And when you're looking up at me, blood running down your face...Knowing you bit off more than you could chew against me...I'll finish you off once and for all, ending your fraud of a career. I'll kick you in the face, put you out of your misery, like a dog that's been ran over...You may think this is all a big joke, something you can just bypass..But Randy Orton..Your judgment day is Sunday..And I will be your judge...Your jury...And your executioner.

[[ You can feel his intenisty. He means business. ]]

Edge: Your destiny awaits you Orton. Your destiny is meeting me at Body Count and getting the beating you deserve for your actions. I'm fighting for Christian, for Jim Cornette, for Trish Stratus and her broken nose...I'm going to make you regret the day you were ever born Orton.

[[ One last pause. ]]

Edge: Body Count's going to live up to its name..You're going to be added to the count of the bodies that's gone on in Solid Gold. You're going to pay deerly for your actions Orton..Courtest of Edge...The one and only

[[ Edge flashes a cocky smirk. ]]

Edge: And that's something you can go ahead and BANK ON!

[[ The scene fades to black as "Metalingus" hits in the background. ]]

[[ Static. ]]

[[ Fade out. ]]

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