Stone Cold stands centre of the LWE ring, mic in his hand, fire in his eyes. He speaks quickly and angrily.
"Mr. Perfect, Curt Hennig, earlier tonight (yes, my last few picks have been over the course of one fictional show in Manchester) you screwed me. Now you listen to me son, and you listen good. Nobody screws with the rattlesnake. In fact, Hennig, Shane O'Mac ain't too happy with you either. That's why he's given me this honor. Tonight, you have a match, Hennig, against anyone of my choice. Including those who are currently free agents. Yes, read between the lines, asshole, tonight Stone Cold has the power of the draft behind him. So, let me introduce you to your opponent, the man who is possibly the only friend I've ever had, and one of the greatest legends of this business, this is Flying Brian Pillman!
Pillman comes out to the ring, celebrating with Austin. Pillman grabs the mic, and yells "And as far as the stipulations go boy, it's Hardcore rules! Anything can... and will happen! And that's not all, you see. If I win, then at A Night To Remember, my buddy Steve here will face you in a streetfight! But if you win (breaks into laughter for a second) sorry, if you win, which ain't gonna happen, then you get an Intercontinental title match at Night To Remember, against the opponent of your choice. Got it? Good! Then get ready for an ass-whipping from the Hollywood Blonds!"
There's the 12th pick. Unlucky number 13 is Youmanga. That's English for Umaga.