.....You think you know me?
*Drums hit as Metalingus plays throughout the arena. The fans cheer as a healed Edge walked out with shades and street clothes. He flickered his wrists and walks down with a little smile. Edge didn't bother to stop and taunt as he walked down the ramp, looking at the crowd. He ran to the ring and slid in the four-cornered legend maker. He stood up and grabbed a microphone.*
Well....as you all know....I got an injury in my achilles and, I needed time off. Jericho....you may of won this title, but don't think you beat me for it.
*Edge takes out the real TNWE title he had kept.*
Well....I guess this is yours...
*Edge holds out the belt and lowers his head, waiting for Jericho.*
*Drums hit as Metalingus plays throughout the arena. The fans cheer as a healed Edge walked out with shades and street clothes. He flickered his wrists and walks down with a little smile. Edge didn't bother to stop and taunt as he walked down the ramp, looking at the crowd. He ran to the ring and slid in the four-cornered legend maker. He stood up and grabbed a microphone.*
Well....as you all know....I got an injury in my achilles and, I needed time off. Jericho....you may of won this title, but don't think you beat me for it.
*Edge takes out the real TNWE title he had kept.*
Well....I guess this is yours...
*Edge holds out the belt and lowers his head, waiting for Jericho.*