Back in the ring, Triple H and Steph are in and Booker and Trips are nose-to-nose, arguing and looking like they're ready to fight... suddenly...
Holy shit, it's JEFF JARRETT!!! Bischoff, Triple H, and Booker T look on in complete shock as Jarrett steps out from the back and looks pissed off. "What in the hell is the meaning of this!? Where's Vince Russo? Isn't he still under contract here!? You see, if Russo were still here, instead of this used-car salesman, ya know, slapnuts over there, I wouldn't have to go around interrupting the show! Where's my title shot!? Bischoff, you sure you ain't handing it out to false idols? As for you, Steph, I demand contrition, and a formal apology for your idiot dad trying to fire me while my contract was IRON-CLAD! As the Chosen One, I think I have enough stroke to ask for and demand answers, dammit! Well? I want it right now!"
Bischoff tries to set the record straight, telling Jarrett that nobody has been given a title shot. In fact, at Slamboree, there's gonna be a match to see who gets to go for Booker T's title at Bash at the Beach. Tonight though... Triple H goes one-on-one with Kurt Angle, to settle the score from the Royal Rumble. Stephanie McMahon looks on in bewilderment and can't believe what's happening. Bischoff furthermore states, "To ensure nothing happens, no interference or anything... it's gonna be in the confines of a SOLID STEEL CAGE."
Jarrett isn't pleased, and says, "I shouldn't have to perform like a damn circus seal, so you better tell me straight, slapnuts; am I in the Slamboree match or not? Another thing too, what happened to Ric Flair? I knew we were getting new owners, but what happened to him!? Ric was doing a damn good job as CEO and frankly, it's a goddamn travesty that Vince sold out the Magnificent Seven." As he's finishing though... from the crowd comes...
"Hey yo." Scott Hall is in the building and this crowd is electric. "Jeff, mang, everybody has to qualify to get into the match, so do us all a big favor, and shut quit'cha bitchin' and shut the hell up. Who even chose you anyways? I certainly didn't. Not even when that Russo forced me to. Let's not forget I was driven outta here back then too. Nobody even gives a single damn about the Magnificent Seven; it was just one cheap attempt by you to leech off the nWo's... Thunder... brother." Hall looks around and smirks, "Hell, you wanna talk about stroke? I can book myself, where I want, when I want. Hell, why don't you come face me tonight Jarrett. I'll offer up the nWo's spot in Slamboree to you if you can beat me. Very simple Jeff... beat me, you're in, nWo's out. But just a word of the wise, chico; there's a receipt for SuperBrawl for you comin'. I was gone for a year because of you, Jeff, and brother, I don't forget."
Eric Bischoff looks intrigued and nods his head in approval, he declares that the match will be for tonight. Everybody eyes everyone, while Stephanie McMahon looks pissed off, Bischoff can't help but smirk and look smug.
Rating: 77 |