Goldust and Ted DiBiase are in the ring, cackling about last night's events.

"We played the best trick in World Wrestling Federation history! Warrior was on our hook from the second Fucktrain got in that ring at In Your House 16!" "OH GOLDUST, WHAT FOOLS THESE MORTALS BE! AHAHAHAHAAAAAA!"

Piper comes out to interject.
"You know, Goldust, you haven't had a single honest title defence since you won that title from my cousin Owen Hart. You've always had a secret plan, an ace in the hole... a trick. Oh boy, do you love to play tricks. Well if you like playin' tricks so bad, why not take on the Hot Rod? I ain't spent a day of my life where I didn't trick someone into something. I even tricked myself into trusting Chris Jericho as a tag team partner! And if that challenge ain't rich enough for your Hollywood blood, I'll sweeten the bargain. I'll put my career on the line! If I lose next week, I'll leave the WWF, never to return! So, Goldy, how bout it? Title vs Career?"

Goldust takes the offer, but DiBiase interjects.

"I've got an idea. Next week is Independence Day, the anniversary of the founding of our country. To celebrate the finest part of this great nation, why not have a Hollywood Backlot Brawl? Why, you've already had one before, so this would be... Backlot Brawl 2: This Time It's Personal!"

"Alright, Ted. I'll take your Hollywood freak on in a backlot brawl. Just make sure to get my nameplate all etched out nice, won't you?"