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Date Posted: 23:33:12 02/27/05 Sun
Author: Marketing Agency?
Subject: Backstage
In reply to: Lita challenging Trish Stratus 's message, "Women's Championship" on 01:32:20 02/21/05 Mon






~The crowd pops as Stacy Keibler appears over the Titantron, standing with her arms crossed over her chest, nodding her head with a grin.~









~As the camera pans out, we see that she is standing directly next to Raw's latest addition, Tyson Tomko.~









~The camera pans out some more, and the crowd now boos as we see Christian standing by, looking directly ahead at the previous two.~


Stacy: Now this, Christian, is the answer to all of your problems. This right here is your Problem Solver, Tyson Tomko. So... what do you think??

~Christian looks him up and down, using a tape measure to check Tomko's sizes. Tyson looks at him with a raised eyebrow. Christian stands in front of him.~ "Lets see your teeth."

Tomko: "No."

Christian: "Okay... logic question.. .if a tree falls in a forest... and no one's around to hear it... does it make a sound?"

~Tomko blinks twice.~ "I'm paid very well, to hurt people very bad. That answer it?"

Stacy: So, do we have a deal, or not?

~Christian turns to her~ "Yeah, but first... what's in this for you? Not that I don't appreciate the bulldozer and all, but... what are you getting out of this?"

Stacy: Me? I'm getting a new member to my Marketing Agency. This is GREAT! But seriously... ~She looks him up and down with slight disgust.~ Your appearance, it has to change... and your theme has GOT to go! ~She spins him around.~ Tyson, measure his legs, we need to get this boy dressed...













~Team Canada bursts into the dressing room, led by Petey Williams with faces twisted and furious.~


Petey: "You have got a LOT of explaining to do! What was all that about last night?"

~Tomko looks at Keibler~ "Am I on the clock yet?"

~She quickly nods her head.~

~ He turns around and steps between Christian and Petey, looking down at him. Petey steps forward, staring at Tyson's chin, until Bobby Rude puts a hand on the latter's shoulder and takes his place in front. The two bulls just glare at each other, Rude's face getting more angry by the second, as Tomko's doesn’t change.~

Petey: "We've taken enough of our lumps from you and everybody else. Did we do everything right, no, we didn't. But you can't hold us to blame for YOUR mistakes Christian. Are you going to hold all of us responsible for those? If so, just let us go our own way, and we'll make it happen."

Rude: "This aint over, Petey… NOTHING is over. Was it over when the German's bombed Pearl Harbor? Was it over when the Italians invaded Normandy? HELL NO!"

~Johnny D'Amore looks with a raised eyebrow but Eric Young waves him off.~ "Forget it, he's rolling."

Rude: And its NOT gonna be over now! So we wanna have some truth now!

~Stacy steps up to the plate, pointing her finger in Rude's face.~ Now you listen up here, mister... ~Johnny D'Amore then slaps her across the ass, causing her to leap forward into Rude's arms.~ UGH! ~She shoves away from Rude and SLAPS him across the face!~

~Rude then goes forward, but Tomko gets in his face, pulling Stacy behind him. Just before they go at it, Christian gets between the two.~

Christian: ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT already... if we've all made our points, lets break for the week and cool off. We come back next week and work it out, deal?

~Christian, Stacy and Tomko then head out of the room, leaving Team Canada behind.~

Petey turns to Rude. "You're a moron, d'you know that?"













~The door then opens and none other than Angel Williams steps into the room, putting her hands on her hips.~ So, now that you've vented to Christian, are you guys gonna stop whining at me?


~D'Amore jumps in before the others can answer.~ "I'm sure I speak for the rest of the guys, with the united Team Canada front, in saying...Welcome to Ra..."

~Johnny is yanked back off screen by Petey's arm, who jumps right up in front.~ "NO, no... NO! First things, we're not whining. Second… my mind is made up."

~She rolls her eyes.~ And what have you decided?

Petey: "That yer heading back home...the last thing you need, is to walk in on your first day and start up some trouble with your coworkers...who d'you think you are here!?"

~She raises a brow in disbelief.~ This comin' from lil Petey.. the midget who thinks he runs the show.. whereas *I* am now rubbing elbows with the Women's Champion. Looks like I'm the only one around here who actually knows what they're doing.

~Williams grinds his teeth.~ "I... AM NOT... A MID...."

~Eric Young pulls him back and puts a hand over his mouth.~ "Look, what he's trying to say, is he's worried about you... we just didn’t want you to come on and have troubles right off the rip. Here, take Bobby with you. Make sure you don't have anything happen the rest of the show."

~Angel steps up to Young, putting a hand on his shoulder.~ Eric, we go way back, so I feel no remorse saying this to you. As a peacemaker, you suck. I don't need a chaperone, so bug off.

~Young shrugs and steps back some. Rude stands to the side, cleaning his fingernails and spitting the remnants out. D'amore looks at them, and steps forward to make a point. ~

~She holds a hand up to D'Amore.~ Don't even. The fact is, not one of you can tell me what to do, thank God. So deal with it.

~Petey tries to break free of Young's grasp and rant, but Eric holds on tighter. Young replies.~ "Yeah, well, just remember, if you need us..."

I still won't call. ~walks out~

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