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In a rare match for Brock Lesnar on television instead of PPV, he faces Edge 1 on 1 tonight, the winner facing Triple H at the Royal Rumble PPV, as Brock looks to defeat Edge, a man who has pinned the Beast before.

Suddenly, following that famous intro, ‘Metalingus’ by Alter Bridge would begin playing, thunderous drumming being heard throughout the arena. On this day, Edge would see clearly, everything had come to life. White smoke would rise from the mouth of the ramp as fans were anticipating Edge’s entrance. After a few seconds, Edge would walk through the smoke, ready to compete. The Rated-R Superstar was sporting black and red tights with red kickpads, his usual black trench coat on for his entrance. The crowd would really surprise him, not expecting that many people in those seats. The arena was packed to the brim, the crowd overly excited to witness dreams come true and great rivalries end once and for all. Flicking his wrists, Edge would walk down the entrance ramp with a certain swagger, a determined look on his face. Many emotions would be built up inside of Edge. Never had the Ultimate Opportunist felt this way concerning a single match-up. This was, without a doubt, one of the biggest matches he'd participate in. At the middle of the ramp, Edge would stop, planted his feet wider than shoulder length, put his arms down and decided to look down at the steel ramp, awaiting the queue.

Announcer: “From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing two hundred forty-two pounds…. Please welcome THE RATED-R… SUPERSTAAAAAR~…. EEEEEDGEEEEEE!”

Upon being introduced by the announcer, the six foot four, two hundred forty-two pound man from the great city of Toronto, would pump his shoulders and rose up, throwing his hands in the air, which would form devil horns. Upon doing this, a great show of fireworks would be set off a safe distance behind the man. The pyro would be greater than ever, as it was a special occasion. A few seconds after the fireworks were done; Edge would lower his arms and continue walking down to the ring. Now, he set his eyes on the ring, seeing the announcer in it, and the officials surrounding the squared circle. At a certain distance away from the ring, Edge would stop. He would look around, smirk as he was excited to put on a show, and would proceed to run towards the ring, sliding in. Once he slid in, Edge would stay on the canvas, scanning his surroundings. After a few seconds, he’d spring up and would circle the ring, looking at all the people in the crowd who’ll witness what being a great is all about. Edge would approach a corner and got on the second rope. He’d pump himself up and threw his hands sky high, forming the devil horns once more. Edge would stay in the corner, letting his music die down as he took off his trench coat, handing it to an official. Finally, a chance to prove his greatness would present itself. This was also a chance to give back to the crowd, to the fans who had followed him since his earlier career. Edge would be presented an opportunity to face Brock Lesnar again, one of the most dangerous superstars in the business! The Rated R Superstar was ready to prove why he was one of the greats!