(Vince McMahon is in a meeting room in Titan Towers. Sitting at a table are Stone Cold Steve Austin, The Fabulous Moolah, and Chris Jericho...)
Vince: I suppose you all are wondering why I asked you to be here today..
Austin: Because you're a toupee wearing son-of-a-bitch!
Jericho: Have some respect for the boss, Junior!
Moolah: Ya'll boys calm down. I want to hear this..
Jericho: Sure thing, Methusmoolah!
Vince: I need a favor.
Moolah: Oh Lord, what has Mae done now?
Vince: It's not Mae this time. But we do need to talk about her. She keeps flashing the rookies and scaring them.
Jericho: Well, I've already jobbed to Hunter. I'm not doing it again.
Vince: That's not it..
Austin: Well, don't look at me, you sorry son of a bitch..
Vince: As I was saying, I think it's time to induct some new members into the WWE Hall of Fame.
Austin: That's what I said! Are you deaf and stupid?
Vince: Watch your mouth, Austin, before I fire your ass!
Austin: Tell me why before I kick your ass..
Jericho: Would both of you, please, just "shut the hell up!".
Moolah: That's a good question Vince. Why bring it back now?
Vince: I figure with so many older stars currently in the WWE, there's an air of nostalgia floating about.
Austin: I thought that was just Jericho having gas..
Jericho: Stone Cold Ass Clown!
(Austin shoots Jericho the bird!)
Vince: Can I continue?
Moolah: Go ahead, sugah!
Vince: So I want you three to pick out the next inductees to the Hall of Fame!
Austin: Why us?
Jericho: Yeah - why us and not Stephanie. She's the one in charge of creative.
Austin: Yeah - creatively being a slut!
Jericho: Get it right, Austin. A bottom-feeding, trashy, skanky, sleazy...
Vince: Stop it right now.. That's my daughter you're talking about!
Moolah: So where is Stephanie anyway?
Vince: She's off taking care of Triple H's groin pull.
Austin: Pulling Triple H's groin, is that what he said?
Jericho: At least it's something she's good at..
Vince: All right, damn it! Here's the list of people to choose from. I want you three to look at the lists and pick six or seven that I can induct at Wrestlemania XX.
Moolah: How do you want us to select them?
Vince: I don't give a damn how you do it - just do it!
Austin: While we're doing this, where the hell are you going to be?
Vince: I have a business meeting.
Jericho: Sable must be waiting.
Austin: Oh, yeah!
Vince: Just do it, damn it. Leave the final list with my secretary..
(Vince storms out of the room, slamming the door)
Moolah: You know, you boys really shouldn't piss him off like that.
Austin: He'll get over it.. Now how are we going to do this?
Jericho: What I want to know is why are we going to do this?
Moolah: Because he's the boss and he wants us too..
Jericho: Good reason, Mutha!
Austin: So what do we do? Put the names in a hat and pick five or what?
Jericho: I have an idea!
Austin: You have an idea? So what is it, dumb-ass?
Jericho: None of us want to be here, right?
Moolah: Right! I'm supposed to meet Mae at the bar across the road in 30 minutes. We're taking Gail Kim out to a strip club.
Austin: Right - I've got things to do.
Jericho: Drinking beer doesn't count.
Austin: Who says?
Jericho: Anyhow, assclowns! What we do is each look over the list and pick five names each. The ones we all agree on - that's the list.
Austin: Sounds good. Hand me the list.
(Moolah, Austin, and Jericho all look over the list of possible inductees)
Jericho: I've picked my five..
Austin: I have too. Have you, Moolah?
Moolah: Got it, sugah!
Austin: Ok, ladies first. What do you have, Jericho?
Austin: Just read your damn list!
Jericho: Ok. I selected Bret Hart, Superstar Billy Graham, Bruno Sammartino, Jesse Ventura, and Ric Flair.
Austin: Not a bad group. How about you, Lil?
Moolah: My selections are Bruno Sammartino, Hulk Hogan, Roddy Piper, Bobby Heenan, and Bob Backlund.
Jericho: Hogan and Piper? What a couple of losers?
Moolah: Yeah, but there wouldn't be a WWE without them.
Jericho: True 'nuff. What about you Austin. What assclowns did you select?
Austin: I picked Jim Ross, Hogan, Bruno, Bobby Heenan, and Ted DiBiase.
Jericho: Like I said, a bunch of assclowns..
Austin: You got a problem with my list?
Jericho: What if I do?
Austin: Then I'll just whip your ass.
Moolah: Boys - calm down. So what do we do now? Debate each person?
Austin: Hell, just send Vince all the names.
Jericho: All of them? You know he's going to have a cow at some of the selections.
Austin: Too late. Stephanie has already been born.
Moolah: That was cruel, Steve.
Austin: We just list all our selections, and he can pick out the ones he likes. And we can leave this dump and go get some beer.
Moolah: Sounds good to me! What about you, Chris?
Jericho: I don't want 'a beer'! I'm the Ayatollah of Rock and Rolla - I'm a bad mama-jama, the king of bling-bling, and the first ever undisputed World Heavyweight Champion.
Austin: I'm buying the first round.
Jericho: I'm there!
Moolah: So, I wrote down all our sugestions. We can give it to the secretary on the way out.
Jericho: Let's go!
(Austin, Moolah, and Jericho leave the meeting room and go for a beer. The decisions have been made. And these people need to be inducted into the WWE Hall of Fame)
Superstar Billy Graham
Have a good night ya'll..