Taker was chained up and had been for some time now. Vince stood staring at
him evilly and laughing at random intervals.
"The Corporate Ministry is back Taker! And this time without you and Mideon! Oh no, I'm not going to make the same mistakes this time. Last time I formed the Ministry I made the mistake of doing it just to get at Austin, while doing NOTHING that hurt Austin or his career. This time I'm going to seize total control of my empire again. The 'attitude' era is over, now everyone will do exactly what they are told again and I will pretend to be a commentator like I used to. And there's nothing you can do to stop me! Ha ha ha ha!" babbled the increasingly deranged Vince.
Eric Bischoff sat at Coach's wishing he was dead.
"Coa-" began Bischoff.
"IT DOESN'T MATTER!" sang Coach while doing some bizarre dancing. Eric was relieved when the phone rang and Coach finally turned off that song and answered.
"Oh hey Rock!" said Coach excitedly. Eric knew Coach would be distracted for some time, and used the opportunity to slip away.
"Soon Vince I shall cut your tongue out and send you down to the depths of hell, where you will rest...in...peace! " said The Undertaker. He had pretended to be a biker a little too long, and his powers weren't at this time strong enough to allow him to escape.
"No Dead Man, you can never defeat me, I always have a plan, for I am VINCE MCPLAN!"
Taker spat tobacco at Vince.
"We are the best tag team on Smackdown!" Billy told Chuck.
"What other teams are there?" asked Chuck.
Billy thought long and hard about this.
"We are the best tag team on Smackdown!" he finally said.
Mark Lloyd sat at home. He didn't even bother showing up for work anymore. No-one had called. No-one had noticed he wasn't around. No-one cared. No- one loved him. He put on some Michelle Branch songs and pretended her many songs about love were being sang about him personally.
"Where's the knob?"
"It's right in front of you!"
"Shhhhh, you want someone to hear?"
"Hey you! I mean, hey yo!"
"Shhhhh!"
"Okay, my hands on the door knob. What now?"
"Turn it! Turn it!"
"Which way? Which way?"
"It'll only turn one way! Hurry up!"
"I've turned it! Now what?"
"Grrr, get out of the way brother. I'll Hulk Up and use my Hulk Powers to overcome this obstacle."
Hogan hulked up, then grabbed the knob and pushed open the door.
"We did it brothers! NWO 4 life!"
The NWO began posing and congratulating each other before wondering just how they were going to remove those chains from Taker...
Test sat at home considering what to do with his dead career. Then it hit him - new entrance music.
"You're simply the Test! Better than all the rest! Better than anyone! Anyone I ever met! Oh, once you've had Test! Baby you won't want the rest! Because he's better than anyone! Anyone I ever meeeeeeet!"
Just add "You can't fire me!" to the start and his career would skyrocket.
"How do you like me now?" Hardcore asked Crash.
"Well I think you're pretty good cousin, I mean, I've always liked you, in a weird sort of way..."
"I was just using my catchphrase - I didn't actually want to know."
With a little help from the Undertaker's undead powers the newly reformed NWO took Taker to their hideout. The new NWO consisted of Hogan, Hall and Nash. Hall had jumped at the chance, his career haven falling as low as NWA- TNA (the name of which was never to be spoken outside of that place) where he had begun to question whether or not the company and indeed he actually existed anymore. Nash had been tough to get, having ran across much of America, but eventually Hogan had found him and showed him "Forest Gump" and told Nash that was what he was turning into, causing Nash to rejoin. X- Pac could not be found. It was as if he had been sucked into the sky. HBK had just mentioned his son Cameron until Hogan gave up and left. Big Show hadn't even been asked.
"Okay Taker, brother, we're rebuilding the NWO, and first we need to take out the corporate ministry. We need your help."
"How do you know of The existence of The Corporate Ministry?" asked Taker.
"Booker T was walking around staring at his hand at muttering something about it, brother. Are you in... or are you out, brother?"
Undertaker looked at the aging Hogan. He didn't fancy a place in the NWO, but he wanted revenge on Vince... and he wanted to reclaim his rightful place as The Lord of Darkness.
"In," said Taker, before rolling his eyes back into his head. Oh yes... he was back.
"The Corporate Ministry is back Taker! And this time without you and Mideon! Oh no, I'm not going to make the same mistakes this time. Last time I formed the Ministry I made the mistake of doing it just to get at Austin, while doing NOTHING that hurt Austin or his career. This time I'm going to seize total control of my empire again. The 'attitude' era is over, now everyone will do exactly what they are told again and I will pretend to be a commentator like I used to. And there's nothing you can do to stop me! Ha ha ha ha!" babbled the increasingly deranged Vince.
Eric Bischoff sat at Coach's wishing he was dead.
"Coa-" began Bischoff.
"IT DOESN'T MATTER!" sang Coach while doing some bizarre dancing. Eric was relieved when the phone rang and Coach finally turned off that song and answered.
"Oh hey Rock!" said Coach excitedly. Eric knew Coach would be distracted for some time, and used the opportunity to slip away.
"Soon Vince I shall cut your tongue out and send you down to the depths of hell, where you will rest...in...peace! " said The Undertaker. He had pretended to be a biker a little too long, and his powers weren't at this time strong enough to allow him to escape.
"No Dead Man, you can never defeat me, I always have a plan, for I am VINCE MCPLAN!"
Taker spat tobacco at Vince.
"We are the best tag team on Smackdown!" Billy told Chuck.
"What other teams are there?" asked Chuck.
Billy thought long and hard about this.
"We are the best tag team on Smackdown!" he finally said.
Mark Lloyd sat at home. He didn't even bother showing up for work anymore. No-one had called. No-one had noticed he wasn't around. No-one cared. No- one loved him. He put on some Michelle Branch songs and pretended her many songs about love were being sang about him personally.
"Where's the knob?"
"It's right in front of you!"
"Shhhhh, you want someone to hear?"
"Hey you! I mean, hey yo!"
"Shhhhh!"
"Okay, my hands on the door knob. What now?"
"Turn it! Turn it!"
"Which way? Which way?"
"It'll only turn one way! Hurry up!"
"I've turned it! Now what?"
"Grrr, get out of the way brother. I'll Hulk Up and use my Hulk Powers to overcome this obstacle."
Hogan hulked up, then grabbed the knob and pushed open the door.
"We did it brothers! NWO 4 life!"
The NWO began posing and congratulating each other before wondering just how they were going to remove those chains from Taker...
Test sat at home considering what to do with his dead career. Then it hit him - new entrance music.
"You're simply the Test! Better than all the rest! Better than anyone! Anyone I ever met! Oh, once you've had Test! Baby you won't want the rest! Because he's better than anyone! Anyone I ever meeeeeeet!"
Just add "You can't fire me!" to the start and his career would skyrocket.
"How do you like me now?" Hardcore asked Crash.
"Well I think you're pretty good cousin, I mean, I've always liked you, in a weird sort of way..."
"I was just using my catchphrase - I didn't actually want to know."
With a little help from the Undertaker's undead powers the newly reformed NWO took Taker to their hideout. The new NWO consisted of Hogan, Hall and Nash. Hall had jumped at the chance, his career haven falling as low as NWA- TNA (the name of which was never to be spoken outside of that place) where he had begun to question whether or not the company and indeed he actually existed anymore. Nash had been tough to get, having ran across much of America, but eventually Hogan had found him and showed him "Forest Gump" and told Nash that was what he was turning into, causing Nash to rejoin. X- Pac could not be found. It was as if he had been sucked into the sky. HBK had just mentioned his son Cameron until Hogan gave up and left. Big Show hadn't even been asked.
"Okay Taker, brother, we're rebuilding the NWO, and first we need to take out the corporate ministry. We need your help."
"How do you know of The existence of The Corporate Ministry?" asked Taker.
"Booker T was walking around staring at his hand at muttering something about it, brother. Are you in... or are you out, brother?"
Undertaker looked at the aging Hogan. He didn't fancy a place in the NWO, but he wanted revenge on Vince... and he wanted to reclaim his rightful place as The Lord of Darkness.
"In," said Taker, before rolling his eyes back into his head. Oh yes... he was back.