A/N: You know, I thought I was having a good day.

Anyways…

You people know how I roll. If someone joins my forces, it just means that they are taken up a peg…for now. The Major Brothers are pretty cool for what they did, but who wouldn't bow down at my feet? They honestly think that I'm going to pay them off by helping them become the WWE Tag Team Champions.

Fat chance. I mean, sure, I'll pretend to give up my part of the bribe. But we all know that they won't win.

Remember, it's not what Edge can do for you. It's what you can do for Edge.

The Major Brothers aren't even brothers. The WWE website has already revealed that little fact. Why would they pretend to be brothers? Are they trying to be a less cool version of the Hardys? Well, no one can be less cool than the Hardys.

Those kids are definitely hooked on Laguna Beach. My blonde hair is awesome. Their's isn't. They look way too California to be taken seriously. Remember the old American Gladiators? I mean the good stuff, not this new Hulk Hogan bullshit. Well, Brett and Brian, or whatever their real names are, look like fucking Malibu and Viper, those faggots. Why would you want to look like them? They were 'roided up freaks that didn't know how to play a real sport like hockey.

There is one good thing about these, kids, though. Those kids hit the mother fucking genetic lottery. Do you know why? Because they looked enough like me to fool your two SmackDown kings, Batista and Undertaker. Fools! They should be glad that they can look in the mirror and say that they resemble me. It's a good thing that I'm still hella sexier.

You know what? These kids are such loser freaks that I don't feel like wasting my time on them any longer. I already got what I wanted, so I don't need to worry about it any more. I'm just getting ready to watch myself on SmackDown this week because we already taped that shit. You are going to love it.

Peace, fuckers.

A/N: They're too new…I can't say much more.

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