Standing in the Gorilla position wearing his Rated R wrestling tights and his fancy duster, Edge waited for Metalingus to hit so he could go out in front of the Detroit crowd for the first match of the night against Jimmy Havoc. A producer with a clip board approached him.
Producer: Havoc.
Edge: Yeah, I figured. Thanks, Eddie.
Producer: Of course. Been a pleasure, Adam.
Edge: Yeah, this was fun. Let's do it again next year.
The pyro went off. The King of the Ring PPV had begun, and the sounds of Alter Bridge blared through the PA.
The Wall....
The Wall....
Writers aren't exactly people. They're a whole bunch of people. Trying to be one person.
The only living, breathing, Queen of Efeds in captivity
"You can't blame a writer for what the characters say." - Truman Capote