1. INT. UNCLE BOB’S PANCAKE HOUSE – MORNING.
A normal Denny’s -like coffee shop in the heart of Los Angeles. It’s about 9:00 in the morning. While the place isn’t jammed there’s a considerable amount of people drinking coffee, munching on bacon, chewing into pancakes and eating eggs.
Three of these people are none other than AWA Superstars Rated RKO, Edge, Lita and Randy Orton.
They sit around one of the booth-tables near the window with Edge and Lita sitting adjacently too Orton as they finish up eating their breakfasts. Edge is dressed in stone-washed designer jeans and a fitted white shirt. Lita as normal is wearing a pair of tight skinny jeans and a low-cut variation of the Rated R “Sex & Violence” AWA tee which reveals not only her cleavage but also her naval. Orton sports a pair of slacker denims and his Legend Killer Tour t-shirt. Amongst the clutter of plates, mugs and cutlery sits the prestigious AWA World Heavyweight Title belt.
Edge: I can’t hold it in any longer. I can’t pretend like this isn’t happening. Am I the only one who thinks this… or does this whole thing absolutely suck?
Lita: I think mine’s quite nice, babe.
Randy Orton: Well, I’d normally opt for my eggs to be Benedict but I’m with Lita, man. I like it. Must just be yours.
Edge: No…
Edge sounds a little tiresome and frustrated.
Edge: I’m talking the whole AWA situation.
Their expression changes, Lita and Orton get it now.
Randy Orton: You talkin’ about the whole title deal again?
Edge: No, forget that. We’ve talked about that. I’m talking about the whole Ed Famous thing.
Randy Orton: Oh yeah, that.
Edge: It sucks. In fact, I’m gonna’ go one better and say it right now… it’s bullshit! First, we get called out before him in the middle of the ring, live on television, in what turns out to be some kinda’ I’m-Ed-Famous-and-I’m-a-loser version of a disciplinary hearing because of our actions on the Pilot episode. Then, … oh, here’s the best bit, then we get told that as our punishment we have to “face the music” – what a lame attempt at a cheap plug that was - and apologise to Shawn Michaels.
Edge looks across at Orton, then over at Lita.
Edge: We’ve to apologise to Shawn Michaels. I have to say sorry to him because Ed Famous tells me I’ve been a bad boy, and that that’s the right thing to do? Well, correct me if I’m wrong… but that last time I checked I wasn’t nine years old anymore.
Lita: I should hope not, babe. The stuff I let you do to me, I’m not allowed to do with minors.
She blushes and giggles teasing her innocence. Edge doesn’t respond, he still looks a little flustered and upset. It’s not the time to joke around. He’s serious, and he’s pissed off.
Randy Orton: So? We don’t listen to anyone, bro. Famous tells us do somet’… and we’ll just do the opposite. He’s not going to tell us what to do.
Edge: Exactly. Ed Famous is gonna’ tell me what to do? Nah, I don’t think so. See, just because people have no idea who he is doesn’t mean he should go about pretending like he doesn’t know who I am. He knows, oh he knows alright. I’m the Rated R Superstar and I do what I want, when I want…and I am not gonna’ be suckered in to apologising to the Heart Break Pensioner. And, apologise for what, exactly? For winning the title? For becoming the world heavyweight champion? For being the best?
Edge begins to mock things up a little.
Edge: Oh, I’m sorry Shawn. I’m sorry for being the best. I’m sorry for the fact you’re not good enough to be the champion. I’m sorry that you weren’t good enough to beat me.
Randy Orton: And, I’m sorry that people still have to listen to him run around in his forties acting like he’s still a sophomore. I mean please, It’s SO old – hell, it’s just like him.
Edge: And, I’m sorry Shawn… actually this is a “we’re” one. Oh, we’re sorry, really – I mean really - from the bottom of our hearts, that we smashed your brains in last week on So It Begins.
He couldn’t be any more sarcastically apologetic.
Edge: Only, I don’t think he knows it’s “begun”, he can remember anything from last week… yeah, we gave him a concussion.
Edge’s raised eyebrows and predatory lick of his lips show his delight in savouring that fact.
Randy Orton: You know what I liked about that? Ed Famous practically gave us his full approval. I didn’t understand that. Hey, maybe he’s seen the light… maybe he’s seen the future, and that’s us. The Heart Break Kid is the past. He’s history. Shawn Michaels is so old, I remember studying him in history class back when I was in the second grade
Edge: What really grinds my gears is this; I’m the AWA World Heavyweight Champion, so you’d think I’d get a little preferential treatment if anything. But no… I have to put up with more crap than any other superstar in the history of this company! I mean, you think it’s fair that I should have to apologise to Shawn Michaels… I’m the damn champ! He should be apologising to me for even having the nerve to claim he’s worthy of being in the same ring as me! I’m the AWA Champ, but next week on a New Generation I have to waste MY time on two pathetic, washed-up, useless pieces of CRAP like Chris Benoit and JBL?! They don’t DESERVE to be in the same arena, let alone the same ring as me.
Randy Orton: You know, I have to waste my time on them too.
Edge: But I’m the champ. I shouldn’t have too.
Lita: Yea’, Edge shouldn’t need to.
Randy Orton: But I’m going to be the champ soon.
As Orton blurted it out, he realised the impact of such a statement.
The lull hit.
A certain tension soon arose almost immediately. Edge grabbed the title off the table almost protectively and Edge and Orton both exchanged what appeared to be a testy-natured stare.
And, then it broke with a smile from the champion. Edge grinned, as strange as it was.
Edge: I totally understand.
Lita: You want me to get the bill?
Lita tried to excuse herself, but to no avail. Edge’s hand fell on her knee keeping her seated by his side.
Randy Orton: Nah, forget about it - this one’s on me, champ.
Orton rose from his seat.
Edge: I’ve no doubts about it Randy, with your ability… you’re gonna’ win this title, and you’re gonna’ be the champion.
Randy Orton: Glad you see it like I do.
Orton headed over to the cash register.
Edge: Only, it’s just not gonna’ be next Monday.
Edge smirked confidently out of Orton’s earshot.
2. INT. UNCLE BOB’S PANCAKE HOUSE.
Cut To: The Men’s Room.
Back to the camera Orton and Edge stand urinating into side by side urinals. Both looking dead-on straight ahead into the white tiled wall in complete silence.
Edge: Look…
Randy Orton: You know…
Both cut each other off at the first exchange.
Edge: Look, we both know the situation. It isn’t exactly ideal, tell me about it… but hey, we’re the best this company has to offer, it was gonna’ happen sooner or later. We both have the same goal as individuals, but what’s important is that we don’t lose sight of the goal we have as a team.
Randy Orton: Agreed.
Edge: You want the title, I want to keep the title. I understand where you’re coming from.
Randy Orton: And me – you.
Edge: So either way, we’re gonna’ stay on top regardless of the outcome… ‘cause it’s safe to say that Shawn Michaels isn’t gonna’ win.
Randy Orton: Doesn’t stand a chance.
Edge: So we’ll take him out of the picture and settle it man to man between me and you.
Randy Orton: My plan exactly. Eliminate Michaels and any hope he has of winning at Fight for the Right. And then, just like the Rumble, may the best man win.
Edge: But until then we gotta’ stay focused, got it?
Randy Orton: You know it man.
Edge: This week, we don’t let our guard down against Benoit and JBL. We can’t let it happen.
Orton looks over at Edge, their first sign of eye contact, with a confident smile.
Randy Orton: We won’t let it happen. From here till the Pay Per View, I want you to know, you can relax bro, I got your back.
Edge: Likewise.
Orton turns away.
Randy Orton: But at the Pay Per View, just so you know, it’s a whole different story.
Edge: My sentiments exactly.
They zip up.
Edge: One more thing.
Randy Orton: What?
Edge: Well, be careful. It looks like James Storm has a hard-on for you at this specific moment in time. In case you haven’t heard, he seems likely to try and poke his nose in your business. You know… just a heads up. Watch your back, man.
Randy Orton: I thought you had my back?
Edge: Yeah, well… sometimes you have to watch your own back.
Edge rinses his hands off and pats Orton on the chest before exiting the toilets. Orton stands with a gritted glare of thought.
Randy Orton: Yeah. Sounds like you should take on some of your own advice, Edge.
4. EXT. UNCLE BOB’S PANCAKE HOUSE.
Lita leans against the old gas guzzling, dirty, white 1974 Chevy Nova parked close to the sidewalk. Edge exits the coffee shop, rubbing down his hands on his jeans Lita tosses him the AWA title.
Lita: Well?
Edge shakes his head with a concerned look upon his face.
Edge: I don’t trust him.
Lita: It’s like that, babe?
Edge: I didn’t want it to come to this.
Lita: Some things can’t be helped.
The love-birds hastily cease as the door “bings” and out steps Orton from the coffee shop drying off his wet hands. He places a pair of shades on his face and smiles in the hot sunlight.
Randy Orton: Hollywood here we come!
Edge: Hahah, you said it bro.
Lita: I wanna’ see the walk of fame.
