[Titan Towers]

[Stone Cold and Helmsley are just outside the secret entrance to the Doghouse]

Stone Cold:  The billion-dollar princess is quite independant.  A bit skanky though. WHAT?

Helmsley:  I know. She's got major heat with the fans. When I hired Shane McMahon to have her jobbed to the Alliance, I thought that was great.  But it's going to be so much more fun when I make her sign that agreement on our wedding night granting me over half of the McMahon billions.  Once I stash the money away and blame the Alliance for stealing it, the fans will be outraged - they'll demand I take over the WWF and get revenge!

Stone Cold: [snickers, then examines a huge door]  Now where is that secret panel? [he finds it and the door opens to reveal a hidden passage]  Are you coming into the doghouse?  WHAT? I said are you coming into the doghouse? Jericho's got his strength back.  I'm starting his torture tonight. WHAT? I said I'm starting his torture tonight!

Helmsley:  [sincerely]  Austin, you know how much I love watching you cut a never-ending promo, but I've got my next title reign to plan, my wedding to
arrange, my wife to con, and the Alliance to frame for it; I'm swamped.

Stone Cold: Take a rest then, ya silly bastard.

[Stone Cold enters the doghose, and Helmsley leaves Titan Towers]

Stone Cold:  [admiring his torture contraption - a TV screen, attached to a big machine. Jericho sits tied to a chair facing the screen. There are wires from the machine attached to his head]  Beautiful ain't it? I want you to be honest with me about how the machine makes you feel. WHAT? I said I want you to be honest with me about how the machine makes you feel. I think I'll use the lowest setting. WHAT? I said I think I'll use the lowest setting.

[Stone Cold activates the machine.  Jericho writhes in great pain as Austin promo after Austin promo airs on the screen in front of him. 99% of the promos consist of Austin repeating the word "what"]

Stone Cold: [calmly] As you know, the concept of annoying and pissing off fans is old. Making you watch this, I've just sucked one year of your life away.  WHAT? I said I just sucked one year of your life away! The lowest setting is 'jobber to a chair-shot'. I might one day go as high as 'jobber to Al Snow', but I really don't know what that'll do to ya. WHAT? I said I really don't know what that'll do to ya!  Tell me what THIS did. Now be honest. How do you feel?

Jericho: [crying in pain] No more! No more! [starts tugging at his hair] If I have to hear you say WHAT one more time, I'll kill MYSELF!

Stone Cold: WHAT?

[The scene shifts to Prince Helmsley in his quarters]

[Helmsley's personal fighter enters the room]

Helmsley: RVD?

RVD: [points to his shoulders and confirms that he is indeed RVD] The whole F'n show at your service! What is it, man?

Helmsley: Con-artists from the Alliance are infiltrating the WWF and plan to con my bride out of all her money on our wedding night.

RVD: [surprised]  Hey man, I didn't hear anything about that. Don't matter anyway. Just take it easy, man. I'll take care of it. Here [hands Helmsley a rolled piece of paper with 'special' filler]

Helmsley: [looking at the object RVD is offering him] Uh... no...

[Stephanie quietly enters]

Stephanie:  Any word from Jericho?

Helmsley:  [startled]  STEPH! No... um.. not yet.

Stephanie: He'll come back to torment me. I know he will! [Stephanie sticks her nose up in the air and leaves in a huff]

Helmsley: [muttering] Skanky little--- uh... RVD... [turns to RVD]  On the
day of the wedding, I want the WWF locker room emptied!

RVD: [distraught]  Dude... the wrestlers are gonna resist! They're gonna be all pissed and stuff.

Helmsley: [angered] Then find some people who'll turn on their fellow workers and HELP you. I hear Lord Regal is available. I want the locker room emptied before I marry Steph, got it?!

RVD: That's gonna be hard, man...

Helmsley:  You think THAT'S hard, try manipulating a non-stop monster push into your contract sometime!