NOTE: This post is "in-character."

*SM_007, still wearing his jeans and white t-shirt with an old leather jacket and sneakers, is walking down a hallway in the back area of the Death Match Arena. Beavis and Butt-Head emerge from a room and start following him, though SM_007 isn't initially paying much attention.*

Beavis: So, heh heh, um, you aren't Edge anymore, heh heh...

SM_007: That's true. Very observant.

Beavies: Thank you, heh heh, sir. So, um, like, you aren't going to talk about our asses anymore, heh heh. Cool.

*SM_007 spins around and grabs Beavis by the neck. Beavis lets out a high-pitched scream before he can't speak at all. His eyes are wide with terror, as SM_007 gives a menacing frown in his general direction. He stares at Beavis for a moment before he picks him up off of the ground, and proceeds to throw him hard, face-first into the brick wall, which lets out a loud THWACK, before Beavis' unconscious and bloody body falls to the ground.*

Butt-Head: Whoah! That was cool, huh huh hu-

*SM_007, hearing Butt-Head's voice, grabs him in the same manner he grabbed Beavis, and does the exact same thing: He throws Butt-Head face-first into the brick wall, and Butt-Head falls down, unconscious as well. SM_007 straightens his shirt and then continues walking.*

*In the Death Match arena, fans are gathered about the foodstands, all buying something for lunch, when all of a sudden, "Come Out and Play" kicks in. The fans gather around the ringside area, and cheer loudly, awaiting SM_007 to make his appearance. But instead, the music cuts out, and the rock remix of "It's All About the Bejamins" from Puff Daddy kicks in. The fans stay confused, until a blue-ish spotlight appears on the stage, and SM_007 walks out. The fans resume their wild cheering.*

*SM_007 walks down to the ring, and enters without appealing to the crowd at all. He just steps between the ropes and takes the mic. He doesn't look happy. He immediatly starts speaking as if he were just continuing a train of thought.*

SM_007: I can't stand it anymore, frankly. I have had it up to here with this merchandising, this hype, these gimmicks, these fakes. I am not someone who comes out and speaks on the mic for fifteen minutes. I am not someone who comes out here with a flashy entrance and a flashy gimmick, and sells t-shirts so the fans can support me. These fans will support me no matter what I do, and I will always be here to entertain. That it my job, and that is my duty. But the Corporation? Beavis and Butt-Head? I spit when I say these names, these things, because I cannot stand them! I do not want to be a part of any of this. Even when I changed my name back to SM_007, I came out with a gimmick, speaking of who I was going to eliminate, conversing with Tridus, and planning the Corporation's next move. Unfortunatly, this isn't me. It just isn't me. I am a man alone, and I will contiue my affairs personally. Thank you.

*SM_007 drops the mic, as the fans cheer, and starts stepping through the ropes when the lights go out, and the infamous "Y2T" countdown appears on the big screen.*

5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
0...

*And with several fireworks going off, "Enter Sandman" plays over the PA system. Tridus steps out, with a mic in hand. As usual, he is wearing his baggy leather pants and a flashy unbuttoned shirt.*

Tridus: Welcome to - The Tridus Death Matches!

*The fans cheer as Y2T walks down the isle.*

Tridus: SM_007, SM_007... What has gotten into that freakishly small cranium of yours? We never liked each other, but as the Corporation, we united to stand up against a common foe - and that foe is Sid6.9! Now, you come out here whining about how you don't like gimmicks, and lights, and lasers, and fireworks, and t-shits, and... you get the idea. But why? Why be in the Death Matches if you don't like what they represent?

*SM_007 raises the mic to his mouth as Tridus gets into the ring to hear what he has to say.*

SM_007: Oh, good, dear, Tridus... I like the Death Matches. I like the fans, the atmosphere, the action... I like being the best at what I do. But make no mistake, my friend, when I tell you that there is more to this show than backstage antics, interviews and hype. The matches themselves should remain the focus of the show and I intend to bring this show back to prominence by becoming the best in this business and by kicking the asses of those who step between these ropes to face me. We don't need a Corporation. I intend to break Sid's little empire in two, and I intend to do it by myself, because I can. You can keep Beavis and Butt-Head, and your Corporation, and Debt Angel, but not me.

*SM_007 starts walking out of the ring when Tridus once again starts speaking.*

Tridus: I see. I understand. You are afraid, SM_007. That confidence you showed when you were Edge was all an act. A good act, I will grant you, but an act nonetheless. But I can't believe that you would be so afraid of Sid and little old me and my ever-rising popularity that you would walk out of this promotion, demanding not to be seen or heard! I can't believe that you would turn on all these Tridaholics, who wanted to see you - mmph!

*Tridus was interrupted by SM_007 grabbing him and throwing him out of the ring. Tridus landed hard on the mats outside of the squared circle and shook off the cobwebs, as SM_007 raised his voice.*

SM_007: I am SM_007! The lady-nabbin', ass-kickin' agent who knows more martial arts than years you have been alive! I will team up with you this to face Sid6.9's goons, and I will defeat Sid once and for all, and end his reign of terror! But you will not see me spewing catchphrases or chumming it up with you or your friends. I am not your friend. I do what I do because it is what I have to do. I work for a higher power and I will entartain these fans. Call me a coward again and you will not be able to speak. I come here to fight. You are a good fighter, but it's negated by this crap you pull when you come out here. I have respect for your abilities, but I don't respect your attitude, your entourage, your gimmick. Tridus, I expect you to fight when we go up against the NWD and I expect to have you in my corner when I finally take Sid out - but I do not need you. The name's 007. SM_007. And it's the last name that those boys standing across the ring from me will ever hear.

*Puff Daddy's remix of "It's All About the Benjamins" kicks in as SM_007 walks out of the ring and up the isle. Tridus gets back into the ring, but it still pretty shocked. In the back, we see Sid6.9 looking into a monitor and talking to someone offscreen.*

Sid6.9: Ha, yes. It's so easy now! Divide and conquer, boys. Let's stir up some trouble. But first, go out and make sure that SM_007 knows we mean business.

Voice Offscreen: Yes, sir.

*The door opens and closes to Sid6.9's office as Sid6.9 laughs. In the hallway, SM_007 is walking to his dressing room, when two tall men with shades and black suits approach. They both have earpieces to take orders. They block the hallway.*

Man #1: Excuse me, sir, but we represent the man who is writing this program. He is not impressed with your actions and would like us to send you a message.

SM_007: Oh, how generous of him. And what message would this be?

Man #2: This message!

*Both men lunge at SM_007, but he grabs one of them, spins him around, and quickly has him in a chinlock. He then kicks the man he has (they are identical) into the second one, and they fall over. They both get back up. This time, the first one tries to punch 007, but he blocks it, spins around and kicks the man in the face. The second man, seeing his fallen comrade, runs off. SM_007 walks into his room. Several minutes later, he emerges in a nice tuxedo, straightens his tie, smiles, and then walks out of the building, where his Jaguar is waiting for him. He hits a button on his remote, causing the car to make two quick beeping noises, and then he hopes in and drives off.*

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