Fade in.

Madison Square Gardens
New York City.
Backstage, AWA Production Area.

(Pre-Taped.)

The shot opens showing Edge in fancy designer shirt and Rated R skull cap standing against a background of grated steel mesh which sports a large AWA poster/placard. By his side stands the lovely Lita with her arm around his waist and his across her shoulders. The AWA World Heavyweight title, the subject matter for this weeks AWA Fight for the Right, glistens in the reflective glow of several spotlights as it drapes over his shoulder.

Edge: At New Generation I made my statement of intent, I made it clear for all to see.

Edge’s eyes emit this feeling of intensity like we’ve never witnessed from him before. He slings the title off his shoulder, stepping forward clutching it with both hands and holding the face plate into camera shot for all to see.

Edge: This title means everything. Everything to me…. everything and more. It means more to me than keeping Rated RKO together. It means a whole lot more to me than Randy Orton, that’s for sure. At New Generation when I speared Randy Orton straight out of his boots, I let him know just how far I was willing to go… the steps that I was willing to take.

Edge rubs his chin, the tip of his tongue running across the top row of his teeth.

Edge: But, you see, if I know Orton like I think I do then, I know that he was just as prepared… if not more… to take the plunge and do to me exactly what I did to him. Oh, he made it clear that it wasn’t about Rated RKO when it came down to it at Fight for the Right. He wasn’t in this for the team, he was in it for the title… my title. So, young Randy wanted to be selfish, I mean, otherwise he would have done what he was told to do like a good little boy and fell in line.

Edge chuckles to himself.

Lita: But no, it’s always got to be about “The Legend Killer”, huh babe? Randy Orton always wants to be the centre of attention.

Lita added dismissively.

Edge: One thing…

Edge holds up a finger.

Edge: The one thing that Orton didn’t take into consideration is that fact that unlike himself, I’m no idiot. No, on the contrary, I’m the champ. And, hey, I know Orton better than he thinks so.

Lita: He’s SO predictable.

Edge: Did he… did Orton buy all that crap about staying on the same page? Did he really swallow all that garbage I was feeding him about having each others back? Maybe he did… hey, who knows whether or not he did? Personally though, I don’t think he did. See, I’m not so naïve like the rest of you morons.

Signature heat for generic heel putdown.

Edge: I mean, he’d have you believe as part of his “sob story” that he was the innocent party in this whole incident. You know how it goes, that he was betrayed, that I turned my back on him and that, oh and here’s a new one, that I’m the bad guy – hah.

Lita: Oh poor Randy.

Says Lita in the most insincere tone she can muster.

Edge: Oh boo-hoo, cry me a river Randy, the act ISN’T fooling anyone, stud!

Edge shakes his head with both eyebrows raised.

Edge: Oh no, oh no-no-no. No, don’t let him fool you, don’t think that for one minute that he wasn’t poised in position ready, waiting even, for the right moment… for the opportunity to present itself so he could stab me in the back and give me the – oh, good-golly-gosh dare I say it – “dreaded” RKO as soon as I least expected. The only thing was…

Edge smirks.

Edge: …I was expecting it, alright. So I threw Randy a classic case of the Kansas City Shuffle – where I got him looking left, and I hit him from the right! I doubled bluffed. I had Orton convinced that I trusted him, I made him believe that I was oblivious to his little scheme – what a façade that was… I knew all along what he was up to. He was so convinced I was under a false-impression of security that I had let my guard down. Oh boy, did he have another thing coming.

Edge and Lita laugh smugly.

Edge: But, let’s just get something straight now, Orton isn’t the victim, he isn’t “hurt”… nah, not at all. You know what though? He’s just mad. Yea’, he’s just mad that I beat him to the punch. He’s just mad that I beat him to it.

Edge smiles as a thought just occurs – we can practically see the lightbulb spark above his head.

Edge: Then again, come to think of it, what’s new? I mean that’s natural, huh Randy? What with me being one step ahead of you like always. It kind of seems like a reoccurring theme don’t you think? Seems kinda’ like it to me that I always beat you to it. I mean, remember the rumble on the Pilot Episode for the AWA title? Let me ask you Randy, who won that?

Edge attempts to conceal his toothy grin.

Edge: Who won it?

He’s playing with his opponent now.

Edge: Did you win it, Randy?

Lita can barely control her laughter.

Edge: Oh no, that’s right…

Edge slowly raises the dangling title into the air.

Edge: …I DID!

Lita: Although to be far to Randy he was up against an unfair advantage, I mean, you are better than him.

Edge: A lot better.

Lita: That’s why you left him flat on his back on Monday Night and not the other way about.

Edge: Exactly, hah. But surely… SURELY… Orton’s not trying to tell me that he didn’t see coming, is he? Surely, he didn’t think that I’d just stand back and knowingly let him plot away at my downfall without doing a damn thing about it, did he? Ah…

Edge nods having just realised something.

Lita: What, babe?

Edge: He obviously didn’t know I knew. I mean, after I speared him you should have seen the look on his face – he looked dumbfounded. Hang on a second…

Edge strokes his goatee.

Edge: …come to think of it, he’s always got that expression on his face.

Lita snorts with laughter, quickly drawing her hands to her face. Edge turns into shot.

Edge: Did you really think that I’d be so careless going into the biggest match of my entire career, huh Randy? Do you think that I would have left myself wide open for you to just get a free shot. Nah, see I’m too clever for that. Surely you weren’t so stupid in your miscalculations, eh? Then again when I speared you last Monday Night at New Generation I think that’s exactly what I proved, wouldn’t you agree Randy?

Lita: The proved exactly what you set out to do.

Edge: Lita’s right, Randy, I did what I wanted. I proved that in this business you don’t have to be the biggest, that you don’t have to be the strongest, that you don’t have to be the toughest, hah, hell you don’t even need to be…

Edge puts on a mock stupid voice, somewhere along the lines of a cross between Sylvester Stallone and Barney the Dinosaur as he imitates Orton with both arms outstretched into the air in the “hey” pose.

Edge: …the “Legend Killer”.

He sneers in a degrading manner.

Edge: But, Randy, I did prove tat you do… have to be the smartest.

Edge taps the side of his head with his finger smugly.

Edge: I’m one step ahead of the game. I’m one step ahead of you. And, this Monday Night at Fight for the Right, that old proverb is gonna’ ring true throughout the entire Allstar Wrestling Alliance once again; you know how it goes Randy, sure you do. Brains over brawn… me over you! Hah, it’ll be just like old times. I mean, all you did for the last three weeks was ride on my coat trails in Rated RKO. Oh no, it’s true. I was the champ, where as you… well, you were just the champ’s buddy.

Edge looks rather proud with himself.

Edge: Oh yeah… I went there.

Lita squeezes in tight, rubbing his chest with her hand as he smugly licks his lips.

Edge: This Monday Night I walk into Madison Square Gardens. I walk in undefeated. I walk into the very venue that I won the title in on the very first edition of AWA. And, as much as you wanna’ whine about how much you claim to have helped me win the title, the fact remains the belt sits around my waist… not yours! Monday Night - I walk into the Garden the champ, and I walk out AWA World Heavyweight Champion! I’m keeping this title. Like you say, it’s not arrogance Randy… it’s just destiny! ‘Cause you see, in life there’s winners and there’s losers. See, I’m a winner, and in this story you’re the loser, Randy!

Edge smirks grinding a closed fist into the palm of his hand.

Edge: Nothing… but a loser.

Black.