NOTE: The following post is "in character." That means 
that nothing I say here is necessarily true, and it doesn't mean 
that the comments I express here reflect my true opinions of 
anyone who posts here on this forum...


*As Master Sidious and Big Sexy Stefan soak in the cheers from 
the crowd which is rushing to cast their votes at the polling 
booth, and Sid6.9 is walking up the ramp, we suddenly are taken 
via a cameraman to the back, where we see a hallway near the 
locker rooms.*

*As we zoom in along the floor, we see the body of FO_HEAD!, who 
is laying down, unconscious, with blood running down his face. 
There are various weapons, such as a broken table, a bent chair, 
a crunched garbage can and a broken hockey stick nearby. The 
camera zooms up and we see Edge standing over him. Edge is 
huffing and puffing, still wearing his suit. He straightens his 
tie and is about to walk away when all of a sudden Sid6.9, who 
just left the stage area, catches up with him.*

Edge: Hey, Sid! Like my new corporate suit?

Sid6.9: Uh, yeah. Why are you wearing it?

Edge: Because, Sid, Edge just wants you to know, between you and 
me, that Edge would be a perfect champion to represent your 
organization, not like that ingrate, Tridus.

Sid6.9: Uh, sure. I'll keep that in - OH MY GOD! What happened 
over here? What's wrong with FO_HEAD!?

Edge: Who?

Sid6.9: Right here, at your feet!

Edge: Oh, Edge meant to tell you, he just saw that sumb*tch 
Tridus beat the living crap out of FO_HEAD! and then run away 
before Edge could catch him. He was yelling about not being in a 
selection for the matches this Friday...

Sid6.9: Dammit! That bastard! Which way did he go?

Edge: That way! Go get 'im, chief!

*Sid6.9 looks at Edge oddly, as if suspecting something, and then 
runs off to go and find Tridus. Edge kicks FO_HEAD! one more time 
for good measure, laughs to himself, straightens his tie once 
more, and then walks in the other direction.*


Edge
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