Part V: The Edge of a Razor

*The camera abruptly cuts in, it is focused only on a long razor nothing else is visible, save for a few stray shadows cast upon it. The crowd reacts with silence unaware of what to expect.*

Jim Ross- Welcome back to Anarchy ladies and gentlemen and what we have here is... well I'm not quite sure.

Jerry "The King" Lawler- I'm with you on that one, whats this about?

*The camera remains on the razor and a moment more of silence continues before a sinister voice echoes through what sounds like an empty room prompting the crowd to boo.*

"Welcome ladies, gentlemen, children of all ages, and the rest... to yet another explosive, thrilling, entertaining, non-stop action filled, edition of Friday Night Anarchy!"

*The unmistakable mock sports commentator like voice of Gimmick bellows through the backstage area, his feigned glee continues.*

"In case you missed last weeks show it featured the dismantling of D-Generation X before the entire wrestling world at the hands of Original Sin! Tonight in our main event Chris Jericho teams with the downtrodden Triple H, to wage one final battle against Randy Orton who has so fortunately found himself in a tag team match with the ultimate in entertainment, the one man that can sell out arenas in the blink of an eye, is able to raise the volume in the building with a single bound, more shocking than a speeding bullet, the one and only Jimmy Gimmick!"

*With a final shout Gimmick steps forward his reflection can now be seen in the razor, and the camera pans out to show Gimmick standing next to the razor which sat elevated from the ground on a table next to him. As the camera moved Gimmick followed helplessly bound to continue to speak into it.*

Jim Ross- I'll be the first to tell ya I'm not too fond of Gimmick but I've got to admit he's damn enthusiastic.

Jerry "The King" Lawler- And he sure can get the crowd going, although not always in the way he intends.

"Randy Orton, so you're what is considered by most of these people as the ultimate demonstration of evil in pro-wrestling today? Usually not a position to be scoffed at however, this is a clear exception. You merely go out of your way to get cheap heat from the fans by whatever means necessary, you'll lower yourself to wasting precious time insulting them, their city, hell even their sports teams. I know your type Orton, you want the people to hate you, me? I'm just honest, I don't want to be booed but people today just can't stomach the truth.
Your limited knowledge of how this industry functions can quickly be affiliated with your lack of experience. The same sorely missed experience that is responsible for your limited in ring ability. You recently decided to let everyone hear your sob story about how you were pushed by your father an irrelevant tale even more painful than your in ring ability, you want to hear about a real dysfunctional family..."

*Gimmick pauses for a moment, not to catch his breath, which is usually the only reason for a break in his speech but seemingly to be contemplating his next words carefully.*

"That's a story for another day..."

Jerry "The King" Lawler- Well now I'm intrigued what was Gimmick going to say?

Jim Ross- What intrigues me is why he feels the need to talk about his partner like an opponent.

*Jimmy Gimmick swallows hard, almost as if he were nervous before quickly snapping back into his rapid speech flow.*

"Chris Jericho, the people respect you, the 'superstars' in the back respect you, but lets get one thing clear I damn sure don't. Jericho I speak on behalf of myself and my tag team partner on the one issue I'm sure we see eye to eye on, it doesn't make a damn bit of difference if you've been in FCW since the freaking stone age you're far from unbeatable. You want to rave about the truth well I've got a few truths to shove down your throat for a change; you're old, washed up, finished, you're just sticking around to collect a pay cheque, even with the incompetent Randy Orton at my side I'll make short work of you, and you're fifteen minutes of fame you once had was courtesy of a talk show it had nothing to do with in ring ability. And tonight you'll be faced with one final truth; when standing against Jimmy Gimmick all you can do is fall."

*Gimmick stares into the camera proudly, his distorted grin covers his face, eyes telling a much darker tale than his smile.*

"Which brings me to tonight's main attraction the final repose of one Triple H. Last week D-X met it's fate in the form of defeat, you and Shawn showed up at the height of your power and were run out of the building by Original Sin. You defied yours truly and have met the appropriate fate, and tonight I put the final nail into your coffin. You see Triple H you and I are both pretty successful guys there's no getting around that, there is however, one major difference. I earn my success, you see while you and Shawn drew diagrams of male genitals, Parise and myself prepared for our match, and in the end the bad guys one, not the Hollywood ending you two hasbins had been praying for.
Triple H the record books say you beat me once and I've now beaten you once tonight we have our tie breaker. Tonight I have the opportunity to defeat the man I hate the most in today's wrestling industry, you've become an embodiment almost a satire of everything wrong with wrestling. All of your f**king and politicking has gotten you to the top, and now you stay up there not because you want recognition or fame, all you want is the money, and since we kicked your ass around the arena last week on Anarchy you've seemed quite a bit less talkative. You're the American Dream all done wrong in one sickening display and tonight you and I stand upon the edge of a razor, you'd better not slip."

*Gimmick slowly strokes the razor's edge with his finger fixated on his reflection in the blade before raising the finger he stroked along the blade to the camera revealing the slightest trickle of blood.*

(End of Part V)