| Backstage, Vincent approaches a sleeping Scott Hall. He is asleep with the word "Party Boy" written on his forehead.
Vincent: "Not again. Scott, wake up man.”
Vincent shakes Scott Hall and he starts to mumble in his sleep.
Scott Hall: "Hey Yo. C'mon mom, just 15 more minutes of sleep. I swear, occifer, I haven't been drinking. Hey baby, I'd buy you a drink but I'd probably drink it myself..."
Vincent finally slaps Scott Hall and he awakens suddenly.
Scott Hall: "Damn, Vincent, if you hit that hard during your WWF career you might have gotten more gold then that Million Dollar Belt. Those damn kids in the ring put me to sleep."
Vincent: "You passed out from drinking and someone wrote "Party Boy" on your head."
Scott Hall: "Really? I haven't had a drink all day. I've actually quit cold turkey. This is Mr. Perfect's handiwork though, and I'll be sure that next time I really do get drunk I will relieve myself on his carpet. Oh wait, I'm done drinking.”
Vincent: "It doesn’t matter. The nWo is taking on this group of nobodies so I'm sure it'll be fine."
Scott Hall: "Those young ones may be the future of this business, but they really need to work on those promo skills. I've never passed out quite so easily as I did when I was watching those guys talk. The only argument any of them ever have against us is we're old. The fact of the matter is that the nWo is like fine wine, it gets better with age. Speaking of wine, I'm getting kind of thirsty..."
Suddenly, a limo arrives and drives up near the nWo locker room. The Chauffer gets out, and it is Buff Bagwell. He does his usual skipping and posing routine, and then opens the door. Kevin Nash gets out of the limo and gives the nWo hand signal to Buff, Vincent, and Scott Hall.
Scott Hall: "Buff! When'd you get a job here?"
Buff Bagwell: "Man, times have been tough on old Buff daddy. As you can see, I still have the body of a god, and I have no problem getting the ladies. But getting work's kind of tough. Kevin hired me as the nWo's personal limo driver."
Kevin Nash: "Hey Scott. I see Perfect got you with the magic marker again. I also saw those damn cruiserweights running their mouths about the nWo. I got so irate at what they were saying I ran to the limo to get here, but I nearly tore my quad in the process. Anyways, I've got the perfect solution to the nWo's problem with the little high flying freaks."
Kevin Nash pulls out a bottle of what looks like spray paint.
Kevin Nash: "Now I know what you folks at home are thinking. This looks like typical spray paint. However, this is different. I call it Mr. Nash's Patented Cruiserweight Away Spray. You just spray this in the eyes of any cruiserweight in your immediate vicinity and they will be completely unable to climb to the top rope. This will take away their entire moveset and therefore you should win the match easily. For you good people at home, if you are having a cruiserweight problem, call and order the spray for only 3 easy payments of 29.95. Scott, yours is free! Just remember not to spray it on Macho Man. He's not a cruiserweight, but he needs to be able to hit the Elbow of the Top Rope."
Scott Hall: "Sweet! Problem solved! Generation Next, you're going down. nWo 4-Life!" |