**Raw!! Whooo!!**
It was only moments before showtime, and Eric Bischoff was backstage, talking with Rico. He grinned and shined the Raw Roulette Wheel, and then looked out the window at the Vegas scenery around them. "This is going to be the big show, I'm sure of it, Rico!" he said proudly. "How could this not be a good show? We've got this wheel-thing, and it spins, and then I've got this guy back here making sure it lands on my favorite matches." He paused to look behind the scenes, where Earl the Unappreciated Employee was busy hooking up wires.
Rico nodded vigourously. "This entire idea is brilliant! Ground breaking! No one has ever done this before... well, unless you count when WCW did it..." He noted Bischoff's face go pale, and he started to look around nervously. "What? What did I say?" he said, in a high pitched voice.
"You said, said, the, the, the," Bischoff had to pause, he was already trembling in fear. "YOU SAID THOSE LETTERS!" he finally screamed, and Rico remained calm.
"So?"
"SO?!" Bischoff repeated, before leaning in close. "Not even the Island Boys can protect you from Vince's McMahon's wrath for mentioning... the other companies. Everyone knows that! He'll ruin your push, make you act like a stupid character, turn you into everything he thinks the fans will like but they really hate..." he trailed off, then looked closely at Rico. "Nevermind."
**A Camera moves around randomly backstage**
Chris Jericho was talking to The Big Show, pretending to be understanding when he was really laughing on the inside. Big Show thought he needed a decent push, maybe an actual title shot. That jackass! Did he not realize he was standing in front of the resident King... of the... World! Not knowing it, Jericho has accidently shouted out that last part, and Big Show stared at him.
"Uh, Chris, what was that? You think you're in Titanic or something?" he said slowly, and then laughed and slapped his knee.
"What are you talking about?" Jericho said, busy looking around for reflective surfaces to check out his beautiful face (and the rat... I mean, goatee-turned-beard).
It was only moments before showtime, and Eric Bischoff was backstage, talking with Rico. He grinned and shined the Raw Roulette Wheel, and then looked out the window at the Vegas scenery around them. "This is going to be the big show, I'm sure of it, Rico!" he said proudly. "How could this not be a good show? We've got this wheel-thing, and it spins, and then I've got this guy back here making sure it lands on my favorite matches." He paused to look behind the scenes, where Earl the Unappreciated Employee was busy hooking up wires.
Rico nodded vigourously. "This entire idea is brilliant! Ground breaking! No one has ever done this before... well, unless you count when WCW did it..." He noted Bischoff's face go pale, and he started to look around nervously. "What? What did I say?" he said, in a high pitched voice.
"You said, said, the, the, the," Bischoff had to pause, he was already trembling in fear. "YOU SAID THOSE LETTERS!" he finally screamed, and Rico remained calm.
"So?"
"SO?!" Bischoff repeated, before leaning in close. "Not even the Island Boys can protect you from Vince's McMahon's wrath for mentioning... the other companies. Everyone knows that! He'll ruin your push, make you act like a stupid character, turn you into everything he thinks the fans will like but they really hate..." he trailed off, then looked closely at Rico. "Nevermind."
**A Camera moves around randomly backstage**
Chris Jericho was talking to The Big Show, pretending to be understanding when he was really laughing on the inside. Big Show thought he needed a decent push, maybe an actual title shot. That jackass! Did he not realize he was standing in front of the resident King... of the... World! Not knowing it, Jericho has accidently shouted out that last part, and Big Show stared at him.
"Uh, Chris, what was that? You think you're in Titanic or something?" he said slowly, and then laughed and slapped his knee.
"What are you talking about?" Jericho said, busy looking around for reflective surfaces to check out his beautiful face (and the rat... I mean, goatee-turned-beard).