*The scene opens up backstage in the NWW Arena. After a week of surprises, everyone here is anxious, but at the same time a bit nervous of just what might go down here tonight. Wait a second, the fans in the arena begin cheering because they see none other than Jack Daniels walking around backstage. Daniels has his trusty bottle of Old No.7 in his grasp tonight. Daniels walks up to some NWW personnel.*

Jack Daniels: So where is it?

NWW Personnel: It's in place Mr. Daniels. Right where you told us to put it.

Jack Daniles: Is it ready to go.

NWW Personnel: Yes sir.

Jack Daniels: Good good, cuz this drunken bastard is on in a few.

*Daniels takes a few steps and...WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?! It looks like a huge wooden keg or a barrel. Daniels steps up to it and rubs it softly with his hand as a huge grin comes across his face. What the hell is in that thing? Holy shit, we've already started with the surprises this week. Who knows what that drunken bastard is up to.*

*The EVW and Weitz match has just ended much to the delight of the fans. Suddenly, some weird music is being heard throughout the arena. Wait a second, that sounds like...like "The Alabama Song" by the Doors, you know that "Oh won't you please, take me down, to the next whiskey bar...". Suddenly a spotlight is shun on a set that has been set up off to the side from the entrance ramp. Wait a second, look at that setup, it looks somewhat familiar. It consists of a bar with a couple of stools, some bright flashing neon lights, a pool table, a dartboard, two tables with chairs...but most importantly, look behind the bar. Look at what the shelves are stocked with...OLD NO.7! Holy shit...it's...it's........*

*We haven't seen this since...since, who the fuck remembers? And there's your bartendar for Happy Hour...Jack Daniels.*

Jack Daniels: Well...well...oh fuckin' well. Hello all and welcome to Happy Hour. I'm your bartnedar for tonight...Jack Daniels. But first, let me serve ya up some bullshit that was thrown in my direction by the so called higher ups of this fed. Ya see, if ya all look down at your programs, ya'll see that this drunken bastard ain't scheduled in a match this week *crowd boos*. Oh I know it sucks. No, instead the higher ups figured I deserved a week off after whoopin' asses left and right for five straight weeks. Shit, either they ain't got no one who wants to take on this drunken bastard, or the NWW is tired of payin' my opponents' hospital bills. So they figured that this drunken bartendar would keep ya entertained in some fashion. I mean they couldn't have their top star not appear.

So here we are....at Happy Hour. No, Jack Daniels ain't gonna sit here and talk 'bout this jackass or the other. No, Jack Daniels aint gonna sit here and invite someone out and interview 'em...not tonight. Instead tonight, I figured I would live up to my bartendar name. Yeah that's right...step up...who wants a drink...the baaaaaarr is opeeeeeen! *The crowd goes nuts as just about everyone in the arena is out of their chair and ready to rush the bar for a couple of drinks. Thankfully the NWW security is keeping things in control here.* Aww fuck that, this drunken bartendar will do ya even one better. It would take me all night long too serve all of ya crazed drunkaholics out there. So instead...I'm gonna serve ya all in one fuckin' shot. I ain't gotta see no ID...twenty one or no twenty one, you're all good in my drunken book *crowd pops*

*What the hell is Daniels gonna do here? Daniels walks behind the bar and reaches down. Daniels comes back up and is carrying something. Daniels makes his way around the bar and to the front of the set. What the...Daniels has got what looks like a firehose. Oh no...wait a second...a firehose...a huge barrel right in the back...you don't think it's...HOLY SHIT IT IS! IT'S RAINING OLD NO.7 IN THE NWW ARENA! DANIELS IS SPRAYING OLD NO.7 INTO THE CROWD AS THEY ARE GOING ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NUTS! I DON'T BELIEVE THIS! It truly is Happy Hour cuz every single last person in this arena is happy right now as Daniels is showering them with Old No.7...*

Jack Daniels: Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa WHOA! What the hell is this shit Logerfo? What the hell is the matter with ya? As if it wasn't 'nuff that Jack Daniels whooped your ass last week, now you're gonna come out here, right in the middle of fuckin' Happy Hour and cut all these drunkaholics off?