Singles Match - Non Title
Jeff Jarrett vs. Triple H

Jeff Jarrett: Ya know what I need 'tender..

Bartender: What's that sir?

Jeff Jarrett: Triple H to die.. quite frankly he doesn't understand what it mean's to be on top.. he probably thinks he has what it takes to take me and my group down!!.

Bartender: Who are you?

Jeff Jarrett: Seriously.. you don't know who I am?  God where ya been.. smokin some doobies in the back with good ol' JR. I am the 'King of the Mountain' Jeff Jarrett.. formally the artist known as the Chosen one.  Nah I wasn't that the artist know as crap.  Nope.. just The Chosen One.. how dare you forget who I am 'tender.

Bartender: Well.. it's quite simple low class wrestlers like you usually don't come to a bar of this caliber.  I guess you got some cash in ya.

Jeff Jarrett: Low class wrestler?  Who the hell do you think you are callin' me that.. if I'm so low class who's better than me?

Bartender: Well last night.. we had Triple H come in here.. few months ago he tried to buy the place.. but we wouldn't let em.  Yesterday he comes in and runs us outta beer.. that guy really likes to drink beer.

Jeff Jarrett: That's not the only thing he likes to drink.. don't ge me wrong.. he does many things that usually most wrestler's don't.

Bartender: Yah.. well what's that.

Jeff Jarrett: Well let me take out my trusty guitar and smash ya head with it.. that's what it feels like to be in the ring with a drunk.

Bartender: You wouldn't have the guts too..

Jeff Jarrett: Don't test me there 'tender.. I ain't a man to mess with.

Bartender: Lemme rephrase it Jeff.. you ain't got the nuts to do it.

Jeff Jarrett: Now.. that's it.. yer ass is grass 'tender.

Jeff gets his guitar out and starts playing a little song that he made up.  He starts singing in his country western voice and looks over at the bartender who is a little frightened.  Jeff then takes the guitar off his shoulders and starts swinging away missing the bartender who is quick to his feet.  Jeff then walks into the bartender area and from behind smashes the guitar over the bartenders head.  An off duty police officer is in the room.  He runs for Jarrett and cuffs him.  Jeff looks pissed off as he is being headed to the police car.  On the way there.. the two of them begin to talk.

Jeff Jarrett: Now who do ya think yer are takin' my ass in a police car?

Police Dude: The real question is who do you think you are?  You coulda killed that guy sir..

Jeff Jarrett: Damn I shoulda killed that sun ova bitch when I had the chance too.

Police Dude: Jeff.. listen I know you have a match against Triple H.. but that seriously gives you no right what so ever to go after a man who was doing nothing wrong to you.

Jeff Jarrett: Yer stupid.. I had the right to do that to.. to that slapnut.  Listen.. all I did was self defense.  He verbally attacked me.. sure what he did wasn't physical but damn sure felt like it.. its like callin you a doughnut eating slut.  Word of advice.. lose a few pounds tubby.

Police Dude: Jeff.. that's verbal harassment of a police officer and that could end up more time in jail.. now listen here 'slapnuts' you either put up or shut up, and please lemme tell you one thing.. Trips is gonna go balistic on your ass.

Jeff Jarrett: Ya make me laugh dog boy.. listen.. imma havin' a real problem with you.. ya never know when to shut ya damn mouth.  Listen were gonna do things my way.. which means were doing what ever I damn well feel like doin'. So first off.. imma be ya docta and tell you to lose some weight fatty.. go on Adkins or something to that nature.  Secondly.. you never make fun of me Jeff Jarrett tub.. imma gonna kick that drunks ass all over the ring you just watch for yerself. Now.. do I need to answer to anybody.. no.. get the hell off me cheese breath.  Yer lookin' at the 'King of the Mountain' in the duyba duyba see ef.. now show me some respect.

Police Dude: Alright.. were at the station get the hell outta the car.

Jeff Jarrett: Gee.. slapnuts.. if I wasn't cuffed I would make you open the damn door for me..

The officer gets out of the car and opens up the door to get Jeff out.  The officer walks Jeff into the office and locks up Jarret in a Cell. Hours Later 2 Men come to bail 'The King Of The Mountain', they are none other than Kevin Nash and Scott Hall who together with Jeff Jarret are 'The Kings Of Wrestling' ..

Jeff Jarrett: Woah Slappys, Where the HELL where you guys????? And why does the 'King of the Mountain' have to wait for you boys!!! Geez, Well who cares you guys gotta drive me to the Mitchell Center, thats where I have to wrestle Triple H!!!!