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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

*With the NWWE Title around his waist, Edge walks through the mist, in his "Rated R Superstar" Tshirt. He smirks at the booing audience, and moves down the ramp, hands shaking a little in anticipation of the oncoming confrontation. He slides into the ring, and stands up. He brushes his clothes off, then takes a look at his shoe, with a look of distaste.*

Hey, buddy! You, Punk! You really want to know what it's like to hold the championship? Well, see, I DO have this weird little spot on my shoe... Tell you what, you clean that off for me, I might let you hold it for an hour. You know, if you want to.

*He wrinkles up his nose.*

But take a shower first, I swear, you smell like a dumpster.

*Edge laughs, and holds the microphone away from his face, until he can regain his composure. He sighs, clears his throat, and returns the mike to his face.*

That's cute. Really. But I don't think you heard me. See, I wasn't making any sort of comeback. It's not a comeback if i'm the first one to talk in the conversation. No, I wasn't making a comeback, I was making you an offer. So if you ever want your fingers to grease... I mean grace... this championship, then there are three words you're going to have to consider first. Shoe... Shine... Now.

*Edge turns around, thinking that he'll see Sakura behind him. Before he can register the fact that there's nobody there, a clothesline from Punk sends him head-over-heels over the top rope. Out on the steel, he scrambles to his feet, and backs away from the ring, while the audience cheers for Kalos.*

Oh, you think that was funny? Do you think that was smart? Let me tell you what's going to happen. I'm fighting Draze and Drunko in the title match. After I'm done with them, you're NEVER going to get a shot.

Oh, a true champion wouldn't back down from a match? Yeah, well, I happen to agree with you. When a champion's challenged by somebody, he should take the match, and fight it like a man. Hey, just like you did with Jimmy Monera in the WWF. Oh, no, wait, you backed down every time too, didn't you? Yeah, my bad.

*He pauses, while the crowd gives a confused reaction.*

But then again, you were a GM, weren't you? You had power to abuse, and you did. You screwed that guy over at every turn- interupting his interview, interfering with his promos, hell, you even tried to take away a title shot that he' worked his a** off for. And he challenged you once, twice... At least three times? Every time, you backed down, hiding behind your GM status. Well you're not a GM here. Matches here aren't decided by the flip of a coin, either. And under those circumstances, you'd shape up to be one hell of a shitty champion.

And for your information, I don't give two shits what these people think. They're not down here, taking hits, taking bumps. They pay us to let them sit there, we don't owe them a damn thing.

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/37174/yamaoka/Akira Yamaoka - You're Not Here

*The lights go pink, as "You're Not Here" plays throughout the arena. The familiar entrance causes a cheer to rise from the audience, and it intensifies as Co-GM Julia Redman walks out onto the catwalk. She continues down the ramp, and stops in front of Edge. She waits there, patiently, for the loudspeakers and audeince to quiet down.*

Julia: Edge, congratulations on being champion, but I'd like to remind you, that's the only thing you are. Champion. You're not a manager, you're not a co-manager, you're an employee wearing a commemorative belt. So don't just assume you have the right to tell people whether or not they can have a title match. That is, and always has been, our job, not yours. You try to go above our heads like this one more time, and you're fired.

*She leaves him, and walks up the stairs, to find Kalos and CM Punk awaiting her in the ring. She ignores Kalos completely, and approaches CM Punk.*

Julia: You're CM Punk, right? I'd like to apologize for Mr. Copeland- We at the NWWE don't condone behavior like that, especially from a champion. Anyway, don't take this the wrong way, but if I'd been in charge at the time, you wouldn't have gotten that contenders match in the first place. Nothing personal, but nobody should get a title shot on their debut match.
Although, since that IS what's in the books, yes, I can gaurantee that you will be getting your shot. But it won't be happening for a while, at least not until after the currently scheduled Pay-per-view is over. And in return, between now and then, you must participate in every single match I set for you, or else I will take your shot and give it to someone else.

*She pauses, and looks between the people in the arena.*

Julia: And here's your first one. Right here, right now, CM Punk vs. Edge, non-title. And don't bother going backstage to change, you'll be fighting this match in your street clothes.

*She leaves the ring, and pulls up a folding chair near the announcer's table.*

((Kalos is banned from interfering.))

~C.M. Punk smirked~ "This..is gonna be good" ~And entered the ring~

~Punk reversed the whip and if Edge came back, Punk would go for a dropkick~