HHH is walking around backstage, looking through a bunch of paperwork. Vic Venom keeps trying to talk to him, and HHH just keeps brushing him off. Eventually, HHH yells at him to go the hell away. Vic seems personally offended.

"Bro! Bro! I'm just tryna help, bro. Youse a busy guy, I'm a busy guy, I was thinkin' I could help youse out!"

"I... you know what, ok. You can help me out. Here are some contracts, put together a Pan-Am match for Mania. Shawn was supposed to do that, but when we kicked him out we forgot to take him off the chore wheel. You think you can get that done?"

"Sure, sure, just, uh... you got any other matches?"

"...what do you mean?"

"Iunno, like the tag title match."

"Tag... DAMMIT! JERICHO! ARRGH! Okay, yeah, I do have a tag title match to get to so get out of my way."

"BRO! I CAN TAKE CARE A DAT TOO! MAKE IT A REAL VIC VENOM ORIGINAL, REAL NICE! YA WON'T REGRET IT, BRO!"

"Fine. Fine, just get out of my sight."

Hunter stalked away while Vic started vigorously nodding his head, lost in thought.