-[[ March 27th, 2017 ]]-

-[[ The scene opens up in the backstage area of the Barclays Center in Brooklyn, New York - just moments after SLAM! went off the air. The thousands watching live inside the building begin to shuffle toward the exits, left bemused and scratching their heads after the strange power outage and lightning strikes after the main event.. ]]-

-[[ One man, looking far more composed as he peers through the curtain from the backstage area with a view of the ring.. probably watching as Christoper Daniels claims a victory over Hulk Hogan.. is "The Instant Classic", Christian.. dressed in dark jeans and a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to mid-forearm. A slight smirk pulls at one side of his face as he turns on his heels and turns away from the curtain. The shot quickly pulls back and Christian comes toe-to-toe with a towering figure.. the tattoo'd man mountain that is Tyson Tomko, his massive forearms folded across his chest and his shaved head covered with a black beanie..]]-

-[[ Christian grins and points his thumb over his shoulder, toward the ring.. ]]-

[ Christian ] He's in my spot..

-[[ Tomko tilts his head to the side, peering over Christian's shoulder in the direction of the ring.. ]]-

[ Christian ] ..That's MY spot, Tomko.. OUR spot..

-[[ Tomko pulls his head back to its upright position on his tree trunk of a neck.. he lifts his chin and raises an eyebrow.. Christian taps himself on the chest the point of this thumb.. ]]-

[ Christian ] I'M the main event around here.. WE ARE this show... you and me!

-[[ Tomko smirks and nods his head, his arms still folded sternly across his chest. Moments after Christian bellowed those words at Tomko, another voice comes bouncing off the walls, echoing through the corridor.. ]]-

[ Trish Stratus ] ..Forgetting something?

-[[ Christian and Tomko's heads are turned simultaneously.. a big teethy smile opens right up across the face of The Instant Classic.. as the blonde and bouncy figure of Trish Stratus enters the shot, her hands hanging from her hips..]]-

[ Trish Stratus ] Where are your manners, hm?

-[[ Christian lays an arm around Trish's shoulders, squeezing the back of her neck into the crease of his elbow.. ]]-

[ Christian ] I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever join us..

-[[ Trish takes Christian's hand and peels his arm away from around her neck.. she runs her tongue along her teeth and spins on her heels away from the two of them, flicking her hair in mock tease.. ]]-

[ Trish Stratus ] We're done here, boys... we've got business in Connecticut..

-[[ Christian slaps Tomko on the chest as the three of them take off walking in the direction Trish came from.. Christian takes a deep breath of air through his nose into his lungs and exhales slowly.. ]]-

[ Christian ] Smells the same around here... it's good to be back.

-[[ Tomko nods. ]]-

[ Christian ] Next week we get to work, Tomko... we're not here to take part, we're here to take OVER... this place NEEDS us.. it needs a STAR... a captain to sheer the ship. It needs a CHAMPION... a champion credible enough to wear that WME heavyweight championship belt.. a star big enough to carry this company to the heights it's used to! And I'm fixing to hoist this whole damn place onto these shoulders..

-[[ Christian slaps Tomko's tricep with the palm of his head. ]]-

[ Christian ] You and me, big man.

-[[ Trish's head spins on her neck like an owl.. ]]-

[ Christian ] ..and you, princess.

-[[ Christian flashes another big teethy smile.. Trish flicks her hair back and continues to lead the way.. Christian looks back to Tomko.. ]]-

[ Christian ] Next week the WME meets its captain. And what's a captain without his crew? ...You, me and Trish... we'll take this company higher than it's ever been.

-[[ Christian darts an index finger up toward his own face. ]]-

[ Christian ] There ain't another face like this on that whole damn roster... Eric Bischoff, he KNEW he had to make that call. He KNEW he needed a draw.. ratings... a main event... a STAR... and that's ME!

-[[ Tomko nods. ]]-

[ Tyson Tomko ] ..Yep.

[ Christian ] Next week.. the WME comes to Hartford Connecticut.. and next week we claim our first city. One by one, we're taking over cities.. arenas... until the WME owns the entire damn United States... and WE are gonna put it there! And I'll take every damn championship belt this company has to offer along the way! Because I'm THAT DAMN GOOD!

-[[ Tomko flexes his neck, snapping his head from side to side. ]]-

[ Christian ] There's only room for ONE leading name in this company. ONE star. ONE captain. ONE man at the top of the mountain. ONE main event!

-[[ Trish stops as they arrive at a set of exit doors. She spins on her heels and faces the two of them.. ]]-

[ Trish Stratus ] I think you've made your point.

-[[ Trish points a thumb over her shoulder at the big exit doors behind them. ]]-

[ Trish Stratus ] Now we've got a plane to catch.. and a championship belt to win.

-[[ Trish slides her fingers into the waist of The Instant Classic's jeans, running her other hand across his stomach, as through stroking a title belt.. ]]-

[ Trish Stratus ] It's not the big one.. but it's a start.

-[[ Christian nods. ]]-

[ Christian ] ...Like I said... I'll take every damn championship belt this company has to offer. Ready Tomko?

-[[ Tomko folds his massive arms back across his tattoo'd body. ]]-

[ Tyson Tomko ] ..Ready, boss.

-[[ Tomko pushes open the exit doors with the palm of his hand, allowing Trish to strut out first into the cold air of Brooklyn. He nods his head for Christian to follow out next.. Christian slaps Tomko on the arm and follows Trish. ]]-

-[[ Fade out. ]]-