Dr. Clemente's day was extremely hectic, but it was almost over now. Her secretary was probably already gone, having a young kid at home to attend and all... That was how the black hooded figure was able to sneak into her office, signalling his presence with a firm knock on the door. Hope was taken aback by the knocking, after all she was done with her agenda half an hour ago, she was writing a few notes before the knock on the door interrupted her. With her secretary gone it was up to her to attend whoever was knocking. Clemente turned the doorknob on, seeing the hooded figure before her.
Dr. Hope Clemente: May I help you?
The hood concealed the upper part of the man's face, his lips parted to talk in a raspy voice.
Hood: Edge. I need Edge's Medical History...
Dr. Clemente shook her head.
Dr. Hope Clemente: I am sorry but any patient's medical history is confiden...
The hadn't finished her sentence when the hooded figure closed the door. Dr. Clemente was still wondering about what was going on when a brick came flying across the window, shattering into pieces. It had to be that strange guy! Dr. Clemente slammed the door open and rushed out of her office to see if she could catch him... Apparently the Hood wasn't working alone, as he slipped into the now empty office, moving onto the computer and printing what he needed.
Alberto adjusted his feet on the luxurious leather couch he was laying on. The mexican Aristocrat was wearing a khaki suit and a white silk shirt, brown loafers on his feet. The lovely Eve Torres sat on the arm of the couch wearing a golden dress and a set of golden Aztec (Of course) jewelry, even the frame of her glasses was made of gold, a sight that would make Goldust squirm. Clipboard in hand as Ricardo Rodriguez stood in front of them. The personal announcer had a folder in his hand.
Alberto del Rio: I'm not really sure about this Ricardo... Do I really look like the type of man who needs a bodyguard?
Ricardo Rodriguez: You can never be sure, Mr. Del Rio...
Alberto shrugged and looked at the lovely Eve, who just smiled at him.
Alberto del Rio: Who do you have there?
Ricardo hurriedly walked towards his boss and handed him the portfolio, Alberto flipped it open and began skimming through the resumes.
Ricardo Rodriguez: I've had talks with Mephisto... Rey Bucanero... La Parka Jr... Marco Corleone... Trueno... Sombra... Shocker All of them seem to be interested in...
Alberto tossed the portfolio away.
Alberto del Rio: All of them seem to be interested in sucking talent, charisma, fame and fortune out of me... Is that what you're trying to say, Ricardo?
Alberto squinted his eyes, Ricardo nodded his head slowly.
Ricardo Rodriguez: Señor... I'm sorry! I'll find better wrestlers...
Alberto del Rio: You have the best WRESTLER in front of you, Ricardo. I am a WRESTLER, and a gifted one at that. I also happen to know Mixed Martial Arts... Do I really look like I need help? Get your act together Ricardo!
Ricardo walked out of the room, stomping his feet.
Eve Torres: Weren't you a bit harsh on him?
Alberto del Rio: Eve, he didn't understand the first time I told him I don't need any help...
The conversation was cut as the door to Alberto del Rio's room swung open. A familiar black hooded figure walked towards the couple, Eve wrapped her arms around del Rio's neck, scooting closer to him. The hooded figure just smirked and tossed a small file over his lap. The figure turned around heading for the exit.
Alberto del Rio: Who are you?
The hooded man turned around and offered a second smirk... Before disappearing through the doorway, leaving Eve and Alberto puzzled. Alberto's hands opened the file, Adam Copeland's smirking picture on the front page:PATIENT: Adam Copeland.
Alberto was seen smirking into the camera, he looked ready to go with his black scarf and black and gold wrestling attire, the lovely Eve looked disgusted as the camera panned out to show Jonathan Coachman with them.
Eve Torres: I guess he'll have to do... With Letterman and Leno having their hands full... Let get this over with...
Alberto nodded and chuckled at the lovely Eve.
Jonathan Coachman: Alberto del Rio! You'll face Edge in perhaps your biggest match in EBWF so far... Thoughts?
Alberto del Rio: Listen to me calvo mugroso (Filthy bald man), whenever I am in your presence you will address me as Señor del Rio. Also, you didn't even introduce me as your reigning and defending Path To Glory Champion... Also, my biggest match so far? Come on Coachman, have you been watching EBWF Television? All of my matches so far have been training matches, mat work with guys who aren't even in my league! So far I have dominated every competition I have been in, and tonight is not going to be any different when I face Edge! It was kind of surprising to see he is still around here... I thought he had called it a day after fading into irrelevance a couple of years ago... But like a tick, he has stuck to the EBWF, sucking out the money and the Television time for us, younger, better and more talented superstars... Or should I say superstar, being the only one who falls among those qualities, Eve?
Eve Torres: That would be appropiate...
Alberto del Rio: Edge is the perfect example of what the EBWF roster consist of... Delusional Fools... Pendejos Ilusos! Edge thinks he's the star here, he pops up with his "R-Rated" basura (garbage) everytime he feels lonely and feels the urge to be relevant... Now I rarely go online with the peasants on twitter, so I don't mind his appearances online... But when he's on a match... With me... Before WrestleMania... Taking my TV time... We can't have that, can we?
Eve shook her head and smiled.
Alberto del Rio: Exactly... I think tonight Warfare will be the perfect opportunity to give the R-rated superstar something with a... Pending Rating... And a broken arm...
Jonathan Coachman: Are you implying you can easily dispose of Edge?
Alberto del Rio: Callate, when did I say you could speak? I am not implying anything... I am one hundred percent sure I can beat Edge... Edge is some guy past his prime who happens to be kept around so that his buddy Randy Orton looks good... We could say that Edge is Ricardo Rodriguez to Randy Orton... You see Coach, I am not here to joke around or make these people laugh like a miserable buffoon... I am royalty! I am greatness! I am Dios hecho hombre! (I am a God in these flesh and bones) and I also happen to know everything I need to about my opponent tonight... Every single sweet spot of poor Edge...
Eve flipped the medical record along her fingers and nodded.
Alberto del Rio: And I will use that knowledge to my advantage... I am going to take real good care of my friend Edge's neck... But I am most definitely interested in seeing how long will it take until his arm snaps out of his shoulder! I can feel him, squirming, wiggling while I lock the Cross Armbreaker on him... I can feel his hand tapping the mat over and over again, helplessly! Then, I would love to see him Joke! I would love to see him mocking my career, my heritage, my mexican blood with his arm shattered into pieces!
Jonathan Coachman: Those are brutal words...
Alberto del Rio: Hey... I'm taking care of that pedante perro pomposo y arrogante (Pedantic, pompous and arrogant dog) for you... Without the EBWF loserverse to ask me for it... You know how often in the bible, prophets take care of pests and plagues to save the poor mortals? This is exactly the same thing!
Eve smiled at him, giving Alberto a soft peck on the cheek.
Eve Torres: You're so generous!
Alberto del Rio: Thanks bonita... The coach and the rest of the fans should feel very lucky because they get to see me do what I do best. Think of tonight as a gift from me, your Aztec deity... Alberto del Rio.
Eve clapped as Alberto winked into the camera. The mexican aristocrat chuckled afterwards as the scene faded to black.
