The scene opens to Vincent Kane sitting in his office chair. He was going through paper work making sure everything was up to par. The phone went off, Vincent picked it up and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Vincent Kane?"

"Yes it is. Let me guess. Steve Sayors or something like that?"

"Yes sir, I was just calling to see if you had any words for your opponents?"

"You mean the two old guys who look like their about to have a damn heart attack? Sure, I guess I could say a few things. I'm a very busy man, So I'll make it quick. You see Steve. I don't give a fuck about the nWo. This is what? The third time they have come back. They are like that kid who won't shut up in the store when their mommy won't buy them the candy bar they want. The nWo should have stayed dead and gone. Hulkest is so far up his ass on how great he is, Macho Man is just sad and as for the rest, Well if you look at it, they are all just old men trying to relive their glory days in this business of ours. It's very sad, but it doesn't matter. I'll be kick both Hulk Hogan and Macho Man's asses. Plus there isn't much they can do to me. I'm a damn vampire. So if they are lucky, I might turn them so they can live forever. Naaaaaah. Fuck that, but anyways Steve. I got to run. I have money make and other shit you don't need nor want to know about."

Vincent hung up the phone and relaxed in his chair as he lit up a cigarette.