The Contender...

So it would seems my contest started on rocky grounds, but now with three entries into it I do believe that if anything I now have my top three places filled…that is unless others decided to join in…then I’ll have my work cut out for me on picking first through third place…*sigh*…but I shall enjoy it, for the more people become familiar with the name of Edge then maybe…possibly…I still have a chance of becoming a contender. Yes Edge as a contender, can you see it? I can…

*Enter dream sequence*

Edge walking down a ramp with thousands of people screaming his name. A robe is worn and a large golden belt is wrapped around his waist. He does some mock punches to show his skills. As he steps into the ropes, he starts hopping around in circles doing more punches. And then, his rival comes from the opposing ramp wearing all black. The crowd booing and hissing at the sight of him. He steps through the ropes and gets right in Edge’s face. He takes one step back and pulls off his robe revealing Edge’s worst nightmare…the man in the black suit has shown up again to ruin Edge’s fun*

…*man in black suits whispers something into my ear*…

Really? I can’t even do my dream sequence?

*man in black shakes his head from side to side.*

Lame…you know what…I don’t care…*Edge punches the man in the black suit knocking him out cold.*…ah…I feel better…now I just hope the cops don’t show up and arrest me for assault…well talk to you guys later…seeya…*Edge runs off*

End