Seth Calvert: Bar keep! A Scotch and soda for me. After that, gimme a bourbon and water.
Bartender: You got it mack.
While Seth waits for his drinks, a guy whispers to his friends behind his back. They realize this is one half of the Tag Team Champions. The guy pulls a pad of paper out of his coat pocket and walks over to Seth, tapping him on the shoulder.
Guy #1: You're Seth Calvert aren't you? Prince of Old School?
Seth(taking the pad and pen from his hands): Smart kid. There ya go. You comin' to the show tonight?
Guy #1: Damn straight I'm goin. I got ringside seats! You got that I Quit match with Michaels don't you? You gonna beat the tar out of him, Old School Style!
Seth: That is my intention. Maybe a little softener for Mr. Late Nite when and if HBK faces him one on one.
Guy #1: How you gonna make him submit? Beat the snot out of him until he says "I QUIT!" or use a submission move? I know you like to use that Half Crab.
Seth: Damn you're smart. But see this guy? *points to his left, where the cameraman is* This is being broadcasted later tonight, and I wouldn't want to give my strategy away, dig?
Guy #1: Oh yeah! Of course. No problem.
Seth takes another sip from his bourbon and water (he likes to savor it) and the guy's other two friends come over.
Guy #2: Hey, Seth. I'm 22, but my mom, who's a freaking overprotector will come over to my apartment every night at 10 f'n o'clock to make sure I'm asleep. And if I'm not, she stays there nagging me till I do go under. And I can't watch the Late Nite show. You think you could convince her to let me?
Seth: Uh...huh...Sure kid, I'll try.
Guy #3: Calvert...I'm drunk. AndIjuswannasay dat tonight yous gonna get the fuck beatouttayous.
Seth: Yeah...hey kid, how old are you?
Guy #3: Ima 69...get it? 69? Imacrackin' myselfup.
Seth gives a quizzical look to the guy's friends, who can only shrug their shoulders. Seth takes the man by the shoulders and guides him out of the bar. Even then, the guy stumbles, and trips over his shoelace. As they get outside, the guy takes a wild backfist swing at Seth. Seth sees it coming and ducks. The man's hand shatters into the brick wall behind him. He howls in pain as Seth disappears into the bar. He walks out seconds later with a few bar napkins. He ties them together for makeshift gauze and wraps it around the guy's fist. Then he shakes his head and heads off towards his '95 Nissan(RIP, explained only if you want it explained). The cameraman walks beside him.
Seth: Wild day, eh? And it ain't even 12 o'clock noon. Oh HBK, the day's not over yet. And it won't be until the doors of Reunion Arena are closed and one person walks out of that Ropeless ring with more than a few bruises. But remember...NO WEAPONS ALLOWED. The ref is there for that, and to hear one of us say "I Quit". Good luck tonight Heartbreaker, you'll need it. Might be your leg...might be your arm...might be your body...I'll make an area hurt and hurt and engulf you in the fire of pain until you say "STOP IT! I QUIT!" Catch-as-Catch-Can, I quit match tonight. Be there, be square, and we'll put images in the folks listening on their radio at home.
And Jason Summers. Remember when you asked about teaming with me? Sure...I'll team with you. But make sure you don't screw me over. I'm royalty you know. A prince. So you wanna tag with me, that's fine. You give the place and opponents, and I'll be there. But DON'T screw me over.
Remember HBK...there is only one difference between the two of us. You are the World Heavyweight Champion. And that...is the ONLY difference.