The Trailblazers came out to cut a promo. Rocky started off first.

"Things are bad in the WWF, real bad. You know that, Taz. We've got the Power Trip holding the belts, those Disciples Of The Apocalypse running around yapping about sturm, drang, and pop, and Vince McMahon... well, the fact that he's still here is bad enough!"

Taz took the mic. "Yeah, but Money Inc. ain't any better! They got that 7 foot sex freak, that maniac Funk, and the scuzziest of 'em all, that Kazuya Okada. We put our asses on the line to help Goldust clear his debt, but that opportunistic prick just pulled him back in!"

Jericho took the mic. "I don't even know what you see in that guy! I mean just look at him, obeying Okada's every whim! He's just like the rest of Money Inc., a filthy, dirty, disgusting, brutal, bottom-feeding, TRASH BAG-"

Goldust came out to interrupt. "Now hold on! How can you stand there and call me names when you were in the same situation not two months ago? You think I like getting pushed around? You think I like getting treated like dirt? But unlike you, I can't just slap Okada and take my licks. I wish I could, but he owns me, body and soul! You think you hate him, but I-"

"TALK NO FURTHER!" Okada rushed out from backstage, knocking Goldust to the floor with a running knee. "I GRANT YOU THE MERCY OF LETTING YOU WORK OFF YOUR DEBT, AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT ME? YOU UNGRATEFUL WRETCH! GET OUT OF THIS ARENA! YOU'LL GET NO PAY TONIGHT! SEE HOW YOU LIKE A HUNGRY NIGHT WITHOUT ME!"

Goldust groveled and begged, and eventually Okada eased up. "Fine, fine, I will let it slide. And, as a token of my grace, you may wrestle a match alongside the man who so cruelly impugned my honor. Show him just how great your master is! But... I will chose your opponents! You will be facing the Headshrinkers, and Money Inc's own Terry Funk!"

Taz objected. "I ain't gonna stand by and let my guys get beat down by three crazy old gorillas, I'm joinin-" Okada stopped him in his tracks.

"Not so hasty, Taz! I'm taking you on tonight! One-on-one!" Suddenly, over the PA, another voice interrupted.

"I GUESS I'M CUTTING IN!"

[Final Countdown]

Owen Hart entered, gave Okada a friendly cuff on the shoulder as the Rainmaker sputtered in rage, and took his spot on the apron for the next match.