So HHH calls me…
And he says “Hey, pops. What happened last night? I thought the plan was I was gonna be the seventh man and destroy this Nexus bullshit all by myself?”
I cough for a second, and say, “Well hunter, that’s great, but I’m in the entertainment business.”
It’s been a while since I’ve said that, and I have to say, it felt pretty great.
“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” HHH says. “Maybe I’ve buried one too many guys after promising you that I’d put them over. Maybe I’ve jobbed out too many up and coming guys because I’m a little too attached to my spot. And maybe, just maybe, you didn’t trust me, after one too many booking decisions I just flat out refused to go through with once the match began.”
“Actually, Hunter,” I say. “With all due respect, we didn’t go with you because it wouldn’t have been the right thing to do for the fans.”
“The what?” He chokes.
“You know, the people who pay to keep our lights on. I’ve been trying something new lately. It’s called ‘making them happy’.”
“Vince, you know as well as I do that they don’t have a clue what they want. If you asked them, they’d tell you they wanted RVD and the Machine Guns and Kurt Angle.”
“Well, maybe soon enough I’ll give that to them,” I say. “Maybe soon enough they’ll get everything they want from me. God knows the last decade wasn’t exactly filled with fan service. Maybe I want to be different now.”
“Vince, Vince Vinnie Mac,” HHH says, trying to calm me down. “You know in your heart that’s not true. We gave them lots of great memories last decade. Me burying RVD. Me burying Kane. Me burying Booker, Goldberg, Benoit, Orton, Batista, Booker again, the Spirit Squad, Nash, Orton again, Booker again, Cena a few times when nobody was looking, Orton again. I mean, great memories, right?”
“Sure, son, sure,” I say. “But every great run comes to an end. And I’m not saying you won’t squash again, because I’m sure you will. All I’m saying is that this particular story line works best with these guys, and Bridey was the best man for the job. It made the most sense, and it was the only logical way we could have the Nexus lose without everyone talking about how we’re just doing the fucking inVasion thing again.”
“But Vince,” HHH reminds me. “The invasion team won.”
“Excuse me?”
“Yeah, don’t you remember?” HHH says. “The invasion PPV, with the inagural brawl that seemed pretty much like the match you just had last night. The invasion won that match.”
“You don’t say,” I mutter.
“Yup. They won, and you still bungled it up. I have to say, though, great prophecy on who you put on the invasion team at Survivor Series. All of those guys really are competing against you, now.”
“Yeah, how about that.”
“So does this mean the Nexus story is over and I didn’t even get a chance to bury anyone?”
“Look,” I say, “I’ll make it up to you. We’ll bring you back at Hell in the Cell or Survivor Series, and you can totally bury the Miz.”
“Who?” He says.
