The following is shown on the TV screen.

WWE No Mercy

Subway presents No Mercy, live on pay-per-view Sunday, October 19 8PM ET/5PM PT

Once the PPV is ordered, the WWE opening plays followed by the opening for No Mercy. Pyros blast off as the sold-out crowd are on their feet. Signs are held up with phrases such as “I’m a Peepaholic!” and “Marry me, Stacy!”

JR~ Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to No Mercy! What a night this is going to be!

King~ That’s right, JR. History will be made tonight! I can’t wait to see the main event... oh, who am I kidding? I just came to see some PUPPIES!

JR~ That’s the King I know. I am just wondering...

Before JR can finish his sentence, he is interrupted by the thundering of a certain individual’s music. The fans immediately recognize the booms and start the GOLDBERG! chant.

Just then the scene cuts to the backstage area where one of the stage crew is standing in front of a door. The door’s nameplate reads, in big bold and gold writing, GOLDBERG. The guy knocks twice on the door and yells...

Stage Guy~ Hey, Goldberg! It’s time!

The crowd immediately erupts into cheers, hearing that Goldberg is about to make his way out. The door flings open and out walks the man, GOLDBERG!

Goldberg starts yelling and slapping himself in the face, getting pumped up.

The gold spark pyros start up as the fans cheer even louder.

GOLDBERG! GOLDBERG! GOLDBERG!

Goldberg walks out and stops, right in the middle of the gold pyros. His breath is visible as the sparks fly off of him. The fireworks stop as Goldberg continues to walk to the ring.

Announcer~ Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, GOLDBERG!

Suddenly Goldberg does his arm punches and kicks as loud firecrackers light up the titantron.

Goldberg climbs up the steel steps and then goes up on the turnbuckle...

Bill climbs down and takes the microphone right out of the announcer’s hand...

“So, here I am... at my first WWE Pay-Per-View. When I first arrived here tonight, I had no idea who or how many people I would be facing tonight. But one of the backstage personal were kind enough to tell me that I am in a #1 contender match for the Intercontinental Championship!”

The fans cheer.

“But it’s not going to be easy... ‘cause I’ll be facing more men than I ever have in my entire career. I will be fighting Billy Gunn, Christian, Jeff Jarrett, John Zandig, and Justin Credible. That’s 5 other guys. But I’m not worried. But they should be...”

“I heard that Christian came out here earlier tonight and ran his mouth about how he will win the elimination match! Heh, heh... I could snap him in two.”

The crowd laughs.

“And what the hell is a peep? Isn‘t a peep a baby chicken? Christian... you couldn’t last 1 minute in the ring with me. I will spear your ass right through this very ring!”

“As for the others... well, Justin Credible is certainly no threat. I kicked Jeff Jarrett’s ass a million times back in WcW. I don’t even know who the hell John Zandig is and then there’s Billy Gunn... “The Ass Man”. Well, Billy, you are really gonna be the ass man when I shove your head right up your ass!

“I‘m ready for this match. More ready than I‘ll ever be. But my question is are you ready? Billy, John, Jeff, Justin, Christian... are you ready? When you get hit with my spear, it feels like you‘ve been in a car accident. But I‘m not gonna run my mouth all night. I am just going to go out there and show them what I‘m talking about! So get ready, guys.... YOUR ALL NEXT!!!”

Goldberg’s music hits again as Goldberg makes his way to the back, a mad look on his face.

JR~ Well, King, Goldberg certainly looks ready and he says he is ready...

King~ So what! Christian’s millions of peeps will back him up and prove that Goldberg is all hype!

JR~ All hype? Well, you know what Goldberg says... Believe the hype! Enough about Goldberg and Christian, our first match is coming up!