(The scene opens up at the on-sale date for Devil's Night tickets in Long Island, New York. There are thousands of fans in line, waiting to get the chance to see their favourite RWW stars in action. Then, Scott "The Boy" Hellings himself opens the doors to the arena, letting everyone in. As the fans wait in line, Scott Hellings is signing autographs as part of his promotional appearance. The Boy then gets up and walks to the back of the line where a bunch of kids are standing, waiting to get their tickets.)

HELLINGS-
"Hey there, I bet you want to see the match between me and Stupac at Devil's Night, don't you?"

KID #1-
"Yeah, Stupac is gonna kick your butt!"

HELLINGS-(Laughs)
"Your support of Stupac is admirable, but I see that, not only does it bias your opinion, but that you are also very naive."

KID #1-
"What's that supposed to mean?"

HELLINGS-
"Well, it's quite simple, Jimmy...."

KID #1-
"I never told you my name, and it's Tyler."

HELLINGS-
"Do you mind if I call you Jimmy?"

TYLER-
"Yes."

HELLINGS-
"Okay. Well, Jimmy, it's called odds. I bet your old man is quite the gambler, isn't he?"

TYLER / JIMMY-
"No."

HELLINGS-
"Yeah, there's that naive thing again. Anyway, it's called odds. You see, Jimmy, if you had bothered to look at the records you would know that I have never lost to Stupac."

TYLER / JIMMY-
"So? This time he's gonna beat you!"

HELLINGS-
"Sure, you keep living vicariously through your (making quotation marks with his fingers) 'hero' Stupac, Jimmy. Reach for that brass ring there kiddo! But, trust me, one day you'll understand that I am The Boy and that does indeed mean I am The Best."

(Hellings moves along the line to where a fat kid is standing with his dad.)

HELLINGS-
"Hey there sport!"

KID #2-
"Guess what? I lost a tooth today!"

(The kid smiles and The Boy can see that, he is in fact, missing several teeth. Hellings flinches at the sight and grimaces.)

HELLINGS-
"Ugh. You're lucky I came prepared."

(Hellings pulls out a toothbrush from his pocket and hands it to the kid.)

HELLINGS-
"I always carry a number of personal hygiene products when travelling through this part of the United States. Now make sure you use that Billy."

KID #2-
"But my name isn't.."

HELLINGS-
"Think nothing of it. I know, I know - your parents probably can't afford a toothbrush. But just think, you'll be the coolest kid on your block now! Plus, you don't have to grow up looking like a reject from the British royal family. Just make sure you use it...especially after you go trick or treating. Are you looking forward to Halloween Billy?"

"BILLY"-
"YEAH!"

HELLINGS-
"Well you shouldn't, although I know people in your social standing are always looking for handouts. You see, it's called moderation, Billy. And I can see by your physical stature and your toothless smile that you should learn to practice that skill. So you might want to think twice before stuffing your face with candy bars October 31st. Understand?"

"BILLY"-
"Uh...I think."

HELLINGS-
"Good! You'll never be as handsome as me, but at least you can try, right? Just remember: side to side AND up and down with that toothbrush!"

(The Boy starts to walk away.)

"BILLY"-
"Wait! Will I be able to see you at Devil's Night and get your autograph?"

(The Boy turns around to face "Billy" once again.)

HELLINGS-
"I'm afraid not. You see, they don't want superstars like myself hanging out with trailer trash. I'm far too valuable. But don't worry - I'm sure Mercy isn't doing anything."

"BILLY"-
"He has a match!"

HELLINGS-
"He does? (Hellings sighs and shakes his head.) That's too bad, the buyrate's not gonna be so good now. "

(The Canadian Legend walks away and over to where yet another child and his father is standing.)

DAD-
"Hey, you're that wrestler - The Boy!"

(The Boy points to his "I am The Boy and that means I am The Best" shirt and replies quite sarcastically)

HELLINGS-
"Wow, what gave it away? Your powers of observation amaze even me! And yes, yes I am."

DAD-
"You know, we're looking real forward to your tag match with Stupac against Killer Instinct and Mercy this week! Do you think you will win?"

HELLINGS-
"Let me explain something, I don't lose! ESPECIALLY not to guys like Mercy! Do you understand that I have nothing to worry about, as I have a flawless record against all three men?"

DAD-
"Hey, listen, I've always wanted to know something: what do you have against Mercy?"

HELLINGS-(Coughing)
"First of all, he gave me a cold. But most importantly, I'm tired of listening to this guy whine all the time! All he ever does is talk about his family, his girlfriend, and how much he hates Rob Gamble. Well let me tell you something, Mercy is starting to sound like a broken record. If I ever have to hear about his falling out with his family, particularly his no-talent brother, Homicidal Terrahawk, I think I will snap! I can't take it! And if he hates Rob Gamble so much, why not just quit? Maybe then he could use all his spare time to patch things up with his family! And, better yet, then none of us will have to hear about it nonstop!"

(All of a sudden a man lumbers over to where the child, his father and Scott Hellings stand. It is Long Island native and wrestling legend Mick Foley.)

FOLEY-
"You know, I was standing over there with my children waiting in line like everybody else and I couldn't help hearing you chatting with everyone here."

HELLINGS-
"Remarkable for a one-eared man."

FOLEY-
"Yeah, well I've been doing some thinking and I have come to the conclusion that you are a total jackass and you completely lack testicular fortitude!"

(The crowd start to cheer and then chant "Foley! Foley! Foley!")

HELLINGS-
"Hey, I know I have some of my Boy Scouts in here today. Let me hear you: Hellings! Hellings! Hellings!"

(The crowd falls silent at first, and then starts chanting "Asshole! Asshole!")

FOLEY-
"If I could rip off Stone Cold Steve Austin for a minute, you've got twenty thousand fans calling you an asshole!"

HELLINGS-
"You know, Mick, you've been standing in line for almost twenty minutes now - shouldn't you have wrote another horrible book in that timeframe?"

FOLEY-
"You mean like this one? (Mick pulls out a copy of "Halloween Hijinx" from his jacket.) It's available now in bookstores everywhere!"

HELLINGS-
"Is that so?"

FOLEY-
"Yeah, and it's even available right here in Long Island, New York!"

(Mick gives a thumbs up to the crowd, who pops for him.)

HELLINGS-
"Are you finished yet?"

FOLEY-
"No, because I won't be finished until you leave and I think I'm gonna have to see to that myself. I'm gonna get you out of here faster than fans rushing to the concession stand during an Al Snow match!"

HELLINGS-
"Look, Foley - this is MY appearance! This is MY crowd! So you just take your crippled, old body back to your spot in line and shut up!"

(Mick Foley nods his head and turns around. He pulls out Socko from his pants and places it on his hand. Foley turns around and applies the Mandible Claw to The Boy. Hellings tries to fight it momentarily, then taps out. Foley takes off his jacket to reveal a Stupac shirt and throw Hellings outside the arena.)

HELLINGS-
"That jerk! My mouth tastes like his stupid, sweaty sock! Oh well, it still tastes better than the tapwater here. I just wish I could have asked him about Hell in a Cell!"

(Hellings walks off, as Foley waves goodbye to him through a window. The people keep chanting Foley's name as Hellings gets into his car and the scene fades to black.)