IRS came out in a decent enough suit, and cut a promo at the awards podium.

"Tonight is a night of celebration, but I'm here with a warning: All you little pukes winning awards tonight better declare the full value of those pretty gold statues on your income tax this year, or I'm going to personally serve you with an audit! I would give out an award for Best Tax Cheat, but here in Dallas, there are so many cheats I just couldn't pick one!"

Taz interrupted him.

"Ya know, it's pretty goddamn appropriate you're talking about cheats tonight, because I feel pretty damn cheated! At In Your House, I beat your four-eyed ass up and down that goddamn ring, only for Hunter Hearst Helmsley to slide in and steal my pin. Now, Hunter's got his hands full with the Rumble, so I got some time on my hands. And what better use of that time than proving you, Ahmed, Stevie Ray, Vader, and Jim Cornette wrong, when I beat you fair and square at the Rumble!"

IRS chuckled.

"Cute. Cute. You think a pissant rookie like you can beat a veteran like me? Well, you better hope for a big return this April, because you just wrote a check your ass can't cash!" IRS tried to sucker-punch Taz, but Taz was too canny, and caught him into a German suplex, standing tall to end the segment.