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Date Posted: 03:21:11 01/31/05 Mon
Author: Lance Storm & Chris Jericho
Subject: Pre-Match Discussion
In reply to: Jesse Hart 's message, "The End is Here" on 01:28:53 01/31/05 Mon

*Lance Storm sits on a bench backstage with a towel over his head, lacing his boots and kickpads up. He stands up some, yanking the towel off and starts pacing back and forth, strapping up his elbow brace.*

~Chris Jericho then enters the room, standing across from Storm, placing a hand on his chin in deep thought.~ You know... I think I won our bet there, old buddy old pal.

*Lance halfway looks over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes.* "If that's what you focused on. I worked Triple H and locked in his style. And like us? I don't lose to anyone a second time."

Jericho: That's your problem Lance, you over-complicate things. You're always trying to make yourself sound smarter than everyone else. Well you know what, "friend", I don't give a rats ass how many books you've read or how good you think you really are, because you see this? ~He slaps the Heavyweight Championship that is draped across his shoulder.~ This means that I'm the best. I beat Triple H, something that you couldn't do. Last week, I beat the "Heart Break Kid" ~Said with distaste.~ Something that you CAN'T do. And tonight, I don't care what assclown I beat, but I WILL be walking out of here as the Heavyweight Champion, you can count on that, Junior.

Storm: You listen to me, you self-impressed bastard....~Storm's face flares up~ I have had absolutely ENOUGH of you, Triple H, and your carting around of that. ~points to the title~ You and I started off together, 14 years ago this month. And at the end of the night? We're going to step into an animal cage. A FENCE, Chris. And it doesn�t even bother you in the least about how we got here? ~Storm's face fires up~ I trained with you, I traveled with you. You were my best man at my wedding, Chris. And LOOK at us? I'm going out there to fight you and 5 other men for that title, in a structure that the devil devised, in a city that God turned his back on. ~glares~ And you're just focused on insults? What in the hell is WRONG with you?

~Jericho looks down and away, and then back to Storm, becoming more serious.~ Ok, Lance, if that's where you want to go with this, fine. Yeah, I was the best man at your wedding, but where were you for mine? God forbid that the almighty Northern Warfare could take a back seat to your "best friend's" wedding. As far as I'm concerned, my marriage failed because of you. The Thrillseekers failed because YOU turned your back on ME to go win a World title and HAND it to Jeff Jarrett on a silver platter. It took me FOURTEEN years to become a World Champion, something that means the WORLD to me, and something that you just GAVE to another man. And for what, Lance? To be Shane and Stephanie's little lapped dog? So if you want to ask the question of what is wrong with me, then let me ask what is wrong with YOU? You handed a World Championship away, and now that I have it, you're singling me out... what's wrong with me is that my so-called best friend is trying to take away from me what I've worked my entire LIFE for. So you wanted to know, and I told you... now you can live with that, "friend".

Storm: If that's how you see it. ~takes a breath~ Then I guess we don't have a thing to talk about anymore. Think hard, Chris. You turned your back on ME, over a belt. And after this? After tonight...whatever happens? I don't ever...EVER...want to hear from you again. Forget me, Chris. That'll be the best thing you could ever do for me.

Jericho: Consider it done.

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~The feed then switches and we catch up with Matt Hardy backstage as he is STILL pulling at his hair, flipping over everything in sight!~

~Lita then walks onto the screen, placing a hand on Matt�s shoulder, and he almost takes her head off! Lita slinks back, holding her hands up.~ Matt! It�s ok� it�s just me�

~Hardy leans back against a wall, running his hands through his hair as he is almost in tears. Lita steps forward, taking his hands in hers.~ It�s okay, Matt. It�s not the end of the world.

~Hardy speaks through gritted teeth.~ Not� right.. now� please.

~Lita nods her head.~ Listen, why don�t you shower up and meet me at my hotel room? We�ll figure out where to go from here. I�m here for you, Matt� the past is the best, ok?

~Matt looks up.~ I know where I go from this� I go into the Royal Rumble and FORCE them to keep me here.

Lita: Matt, you can�t go in there after the match you just had�

Matt: I�m entering the Rumble, and I�m going to WIN. I�m NOT going out like this� I�m NOT!

~Hardy then storms out of sight, leaving Lita behind with a concerned look spread across her face.~

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