It All Started With A Kiss (Continuation)

Raw Before The Royal Rumble

This Sunday is the Royal Rumble, time sure flies fast. We're now in Detroit, Michigan for Monday Night Raw and it's particularly cold. God, I hate winter sometimes and I can't wait until summer comes around. We're leaving soon for the show and we're all getting ready. I decided to wear jeans since it's so cold I don't want to freeze my butt off when I step outside. After we all were ready, we met out in the hallway as usual and then went down to the car, heading to the show. When we walked into the arena, we immediately saw the Corre but when they saw us they kept their distance. We headed to the usual room and hung out until the show started. After the intro started and thepyros went off, some of the match ups for tonight were shown. First was Mike against Edge in a champion vs champion match, then it was Aly vs Melina in a match for the Diva's Championship.

"Ought to be an interesting night." Aly comments.

"That it should." I nod in agreement.

Then as the music fades, Edge's plays and he walks out and down the ramp, getting into the ring.

"Oh great..." I roll my eyes.

"Do we really have to listen to him? He's way too chatty." Aly complains.

"Let's hope someone comes out and interrupts him quicker than before."

"I hope so."

The music fades and he stands there in the ring for a bit with a mic in his hand, then starts talking.

"Miz Miz Miz, you know what I don't feel like doing tonight? Waiting." He says, taking his shirt off and revealing tape wrapped around him.

"Well too bad." Aly scoffs.

"Yeah you know what, I've never liked waiting...I've never had a lot of patience. I don't like waiting at the DMV, I don't like waiting for the guy in front of me in the supermarket to pay by check. I don't like waiting in line at the airport metal detector for the guy in front of me, suddenly realize his belt...that's made of metal is in fact made of metal."

"Okay that part was kind of funny." I say and everyone agrees.

"I...I'm sick of waiting in vain mind you for Michael Cole to suddenly stop being a tool."

"Glad your back." Cole retorts sarcastically.

"Hahaaaa, he called him a tool again." Aly snickers.

"And I certainly don't feel like waiting right now. So Miz, I'll tell you what...why don't you just come out here right now so we can get this champion..." He's cut off by the GM ding.

"Can I have your attention please? I've just received an email from the anonymous Raw general manager. You've missed this haven't you?"

"This should be good."

"And I quote. Edge, I know you're very anxious to have your champion vs champion match against the Miz. But I've officially scheduled that attraction for later tonight. Fortunately for you, I haven't forgotten about the disrespect you've shown me when you were a part of the Raw roster. That's why I have arranged for a special exhibition right now. Edge...whichever of these three men throws you over the top rope, will earn the advantageous position of number 40 in this Sunday's Royal Rumble match. Ring the bell please."

"Nice!" I say.

All three participants come out, but the first one we see is Jack Swagger who is immediately speared as he gets into the ring. Then in slides Drew who's punched repeatedly by Edge, followed by Tyson Kidd who ends up kicking Edge in the face. But in the end of course, Edge wins.

"Bleh."

"Well...thank you very much anonymous Raw general manager. Thank you for uh...thank you forgettingy juices flowing. And I'll go to the back and get ready for my match with the Miz, but first I...I thought maybe I'd like to do something." Edge says, starting to get out of the ring.