Hogan: I think you're gonna find -- when all this shit is over and done with -- I think you're gonna find yourself one smilin' brutha, sucka. Thing is Bill, right now you got push. But painful as it may be, push don't last, and your days are just about over. Now that's a hard, brutha, fact of life, but it's a fact of life your butt is gonna hafta get realistic about. This business is filled to the brim with unrealistic bruthas, sucka, who thought their butt would age like mine. If they mean it turns wrinkled and floppy, it does. If they mean it keeps getting title reigns, it don't. Besides, Bill. How many undefeated streaks you think you got in you? Two? Wrestlers don't have an old-timers' day. They have WCW. You came close, but you never made it. But if you were gonna make it, you were gonna make it a long time ago, back in your first reign.

Hollywood Hogan holds out an envelope in front of Bill.

Hogan: You my jobba?

Bill: It certainly appears so.

Hogan: Now the night of the fight, you might feel a little like Sting. That's pride, messin' with you. Screw pride! And screw Sting! Fight through that crap. 'Cause a year from now, when you kickin' it in Memphis, you're gonna say: "Hollywood Hogan was right."

Bill: I got no problem with that.

Hogan: In the match, your ass goes down.

Goldberg nods.

Hogan: Say it!

Bill: In the match, my (struggles with the word). . . butt. . . goes down.

Shot from the outside, we see Scott Hall open a door.

Hall: Vinny Vegas, our mang in McMahonlang! Diamond Dallas, our mang at the local strip joint! Get your asses in here! Yo, mang, what's up with them clothes?

DDP: You don't wanna know.

Kevin: Where's the big man?

Hall: The big mang's right over there takin' care of some business. Why don't you hang back for a second. . . You know, 'til the white boy leaves.

Kevin: How you been?

Hall: I've been doin' pretty good. You know, I'm a bartender now, so this is pretty much heaven for me. How 'bout yourself?

Kevin: Alright.

Hall: So, I hear you're taking Eric out tomorrow.

Kevin: At Hollywood's request.

Hall: Have you met Eric?

Kevin: Not yet.

Scott Hall and DDP look at each other. DDP starts to laugh and a big smile breaks out on Hall's face.

Kevin: What's so fucking funny?

DDP walks off, still laughing.

Kevin: Look, I'm not an idiot. It's the big man's bitch. All I'm gonna do is sit across from him, chew my food with my mouth closed, and laugh at his fucking jokes. And that's it.

Hall: Hey, I'm Hall, and this is between y'all.

Kevin: Then why the fuck you ask me about it for? Asshole.

Goldberg walks to the door, and passes Kevin Nash, who is looking at him.

Bill: You looking at something, friend?

Kevin: I ain't your friend, Goldturd.

Bill: What's that?

Kevin: I think you heard me just fine, speary.

Hollywood (from across the room): Kevin Nash in da house? My jobba! Get your butt over here.

Kevin Nash walks over to Hogan. Goldberg stays to look at him for a short while, then decides it's best to leave. . .