(Bob Holly and Big Show are hanging out under a coconut tree. Big Show is eating. The Rock is seen a few feet away writing something out on some tree bark)

HOLLY: You know, Big Show! I bet I can break these Coconuts over my head!

BIG SHOW: C'mon little buddy! Don't be stupid. You ain't Jimmy "Superfly" Snuka, you know!

HOLLY: I could BEAT Jimmy "Superfly" Snuka! I'm the BIG SHOT! (looks to The Rock). Hey Rock! Don't you think I'm the Big shot?! Don't you think I could beat Jimmy Snuka?!

ROCKY: (Rock looks up from his writing, annoyed) The Rock thinks you should shut the hell up and take those coconuts, turn 'em sideways, and stick 'em up your roooooody pooooooo candy ass!

(The Rock turns back to his writing)

HOLLY (looking back at Big Show): Geez... what's HIS problem?

BIG SHOW: He's having trouble writing up some new catchphrases.

(Holly nods in understanding)

(Holly then takes a coconut... and smashes it against his head. He's knocked silly. Big Show rolls his eyes, throws Holly over his shoulder, and carries him off)

HOLLY (muttering idiotically) I broke it over my head... toldja I could... (he passes out)

(Vince and Shane are sitting in a nice big Bamboo shelter, relaxing and drinking from coconut-shells - complete with paper umbrellas)

(Outside, we see Mick Foley - dressed as 'corporate Mankind' - sitting in a palm tree. He is the 'lookout'. Under the palm tree we see a bamboo Spanish announcers table. The Spanish announcers are having Pina Coladas elsewhere. The bookers and execs are just hanging around.)

(Suddenly, the words "Self high-five" and a familiar riff stolen off a Nirvana song can be heard in the distance - followed by generic 'island native' drumming.)

(Vince jumps out of his luxury lay-z-bamboo-boy chair and goes outside)

VINCE: MICK!! What the hell is going on!

FOLEY (looking down from the top of the tree): They're coming, Vince!! They're coming!

VINCE: Dammit, get down from there, man!! We gotta think of something fast!

FOLEY: Ok. (Mick stands up... and puts his hands over his head... he bends his knees... and....)

VINCE: NO! Mick... don't --- (Foley dives down from the top of the tree, and crashes through the Spanish announcers table.) JUMP. Oh... Never mind.

(Vince shakes his head, and goes back inside to confer with Shane about the impending invasion).

(After ten minutes, Vince comes back out)

VINCE: I've got it!! Assemble the talent! We're going to have a Pay Per View!

(We see Eric Bishoff sneaking through the long grass with his entourage of Talent and execs)

BISHOFF: I know their camp is here!! It's gotta be. They couldn't have gotten shipwrecked THAT far off shore!

NASH (gasping for breath): Hey man... can we stop walking? I need a vacation.

BISHOFF: What are you complaining about?? This is the most exercise you've had since you've been with the company!

HOGAN (looking disapprovingly at Nash): Y'know, brother!! You live up to your nickname!

NASH (with a smug smile): Big Sexy??

HOGAN: No. Big Lazy!

NASH (frowning): Look who's talking Mr. 'got the WCW Title even though I haven't wrestled in two months'.

HOGAN: Hey, you got a problem, brotha'?! You wanna make something of it?!

NASH: Can your pacemaker take it?

BISHOFF: OK! Quit it, guys! Or else I'll job you both (re-thinks his last sentence). Or else I job - Benoit to David Flair!

BENOIT: Hey! Why are you punishing ME?

BISHOFF: Because you'll take it.

BENOIT (pouting as the group continues their walk towards WWF camp) I KNEW I should have signed with WWF when my contract expired!

(Back at the WWF camp, the ring-crew sets up the ring, coconut-tron, chairs, torches, and whatever else happened to be on the Wrestle Vessel)

VINCE: We're going to make millions from this PPV!

SHANE: Hey, pops, we're on a deserted island! How are we going to put this on PPV?

VINCE: We've found a way to send our TV waves across the Ocean onto the TV sets all across Canada and the USA!

SHANE: But how are we sending electricity through the cameras?

VINCE: Coconuts, Shane!! Don't you ever wonder how you could always watch GILLIGAN'S ISLAND even though they had no electricity?

SHANE: Umm... but dad... that was a TV SHOW! It wasn't real!

VINCE: Neither are wrestling angles! Now... go talk to Stephanie about her appearance tonight on HEAT. GO!

(Shane just shakes his head and goes off to talk to his sister).

(Bishoff and friends finally make their way through the grass... and come upon Vince's camp)

BISHOFF: A HA!! Now... let's steal their ideas and try to make OUR show worth watching again!

KIDMAN: (shaking his head and muttering to himself) Nothing can save our show as long as you continue pushing the 'over-40' crowd!

BISHOFF (looking at Kidman): Sorry, Billy... what did you say? I didn't hear you.

KIDMAN (rolling his eyes): What else is new?

(In the distance, the WCW group eyes the ring crew setting up. Then.. they see VINCE himself!)

BISHOFF (jumping out of hiding): VINCE! We've come to take over WWF

VINCE: I have a better idea... how about you and I work together - and stage a PAY PER VIEW!

TONY SCHIVONE (who appears out of no where): YES! It will be the biggest Pay Per View in the history of our sport!!

EVERYONE: SHUT UP!

(Shivone pouts, and digs into a box of Hostess Twinkies to cheer himself up)

(Finally, the PPV is ready to start! Commentators are Schivone, JR, and Lawler)

(All the fans who were shipwrecked with the talent are eagerly anticipating the PPV)

(It's night time and bamboo torches are providing the lighting for the show)

VINCE (coming to the ring and taking the mic -- with a loud '@$$hole' chant in the background): I promise... no.. I GUARANTEE that this will be a Pay Per View you will NEVER forgot!! So sit right back and you'll see the tale. The tale of a fateful Wrestling company... and how I can continue to screw Stone Cold for as long as we are abandoned on this island.

(After hearing that, all the non-bandwagon fans quickly jump into the lagoon and try to swim ANYWHERE to get away from the Austin/McMahon feud. Unfortunately, the waves wash them back on the shore of Wrestling Isle)

VINCE (seeing the poor beached Wrestling fans): Bwahahahahahahaa!! You can't leave! You can't leave, dammit! Now... on with the show!!

WRESTLING ISLE - ENDING THEME

So this is the tale of our Wrestling friends
They'll feud for a long long time
They'll have to make the best of things
Because bookers are hard to find

Shane McMahon and Vin-mac too
will do their very best
To make Bishoff uncomfortable
in this tropic island mess

No pyro, no titantron, no Coors Light Beer
Not a single luxury
Like Bishoff's main eventers
It's primitive as can be

So join us here each week, my friends
You're sure to get a smile
From several stranded Wrestling stars
Here on Wrestling Isle