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Woman's voice: You think you know me.

*Pyroes go off to an explosive beat as a thick, white mist spreads across the top of the ramp.*

Song: On this day I see clearly everything has come to life
A bitter place and a broken dream
And we'll leave it all, leave it all behind

*Edge walks out from behind the pyroes, wearing what appears to be his street clothes- Jeans, muscle T-shirt, shades... And a brace around his leg. The mist clears as he continues down the ramp, limping. He carefully makes his way up the stairs, as King makes smartass gimp comments. He steps into the ring, and is handed a microphone.*

I'm sure, via the convenient voyeurs we call backstage cameras, that you all bore witness to the events that took place in the training room not one week ago.

*Pauses*

The vicious beating I suffered at the hands of my own brother, the very reason I'm wearing this leg brace today. Can we get a close up of that?

*Camera zooms in on his cast. It then zooms back, focusing on him again.*

You know, I try to be nice. I asked Sakura Sweet politely if I could use her treadmill, and she very rudely declined, even though I could tell she was done with it. But I let it go. Instead, I paid her a friendly compliment. And this is what I get.

*Points to his brace again.*

My own brother sees me talking to his little lolita sex toy, and he assaults me, in cold blood. I did nothing to deserve that. What he did was unnecessary, uncalled for, and overall unprofessional, and I ask, no I demand, an apology. After all I've been through since joining this federation, I deserve that much. Christian... Be a man. Get your a** out to this ring, and apologize to me.

*Waits.*

What's wrong, Jason? Can't face your big brother? Or are you just afraid to hit me while my back isn't turned?

*Pauses for a second, letting the noise from the audience die down. He takes his shades off, to look his brother directly in his beady little eyes. He takes back the microphone.*

Well first of all, about your assistant, I've gotta say with all honesty, ********. I'm sure it's going to be an unimaginable challenge for you to wipe your own a**. Or answer your own phone calls. And hey, without removing a set of ribs, you won't even be able to suck your d**k, like she used to. Without your assistant, you'll be forced to live like... No... It can't be... One of your employees!

*Pauses again, letting another heated boo session cool down. He cracks a s**t-eating smile.*

Well, look at what that leaves us. Without your assistant, what's left to strip? Your job? Your astronomical pay check? Your wardrobe? The only things that even qualify you to stand in front of me, and I can still see right through them. If this "Retribution" you're talking about is a pay per view... And I assume it is, because otherwise you just broke at least 5 grammatical rules... None of those things are going to be there. Not only will you be forced to sweat and bleed in this ring like one of your employees, you'll be putting your fate in the hands of the one employee who knows you enough to see your weaknesses, and loathes you enough to exploit them. Please, oh please, tell me we have a match together.

*Slash watches this on the tv in the back smiling.*

*is knocked back a few steps from the punch, he turns quickly going for a double leg take down, to be followed by a series of punches to the face.*

*The shot to the kidney sends Christian to the mat holding his side*

*gets back to his feet, still holding his side, glaring at Edge with a look of pure hatred as the man walked back up the ramp.*