Chyna and Eddie Guerrero come down the ramp. The announcers discuss Playboy some more, like we get it! Chyna's in Playboy! God. Steven Richards and Val Venis, collectively known as "Right To Censor," come out. Apparently, they want to censor Chyna's body by getting her to wear a full-length bathrobe. The announcers go on and on about "freedom of expression." I'm all for freedom of expression, but I really wish Val Venis wouldn't wear a white dress shirt with white pants. He looks like an ice cream man. Is this even an official match? Steven Richards battles Chyna in the ring, but eventually Chyna fights back. As Richards sits groggily in the corner, Chyna removes her top and pants, revealing her fetching rose-colored bra and panties. Well, they would be fetching on someone else. Chyna gets the pin.
Mick Foley is playing checkers against a stuffed animal. Just work with me here, people. I don't create the storylines -- I just recap them. Some British guy comes up and claims that Stone Cold assaulted him on RAW. Oh yeah. This guy started quoting Shakespeare in the middle of the ring, and Austin came out and knocked him down. Foley claims that the guy went wrong in quoting Hamlet, when he should have quoted Henry VIII, because that's Austin's favorite. Foley drops some Shakespeare science on the guy, but Brit Guy says that Austin and the guys backstage all think that Foley is a joke, and they don't have any respect for him. Ooh, hit a sore spot there. Foley vows to show them he's not a joke.
Register to vote! Stephanie McMahon says so. I do think it's admirable that the WWF is registering voters, though. It's just funny to see Stephanie tell me I should vote.
Foley comes out and sets up a chair at the top of the ramp, and sits in it. Then Al Snow's music starts. This week, Snow (the European champion) is representing France. He comes out with a French poodle, wearing a beret, carrying a loaf of French bread and some French fries. ["'And to drink...Peru!'" -- Sars] He presents Lawler with a picture of Pepe LePew. Hee! Al Snow is funny. His opponent will be X-Pac. Have I mentioned that I hate X-Pac? I really, really, really do. My friend Justin calls him "the Neon Gnome." X-Pac grabs the picture of Pepe Lepew and smashes it. Ooh, you're such a man. I'm heartened to hear the "X-Pac Sucks!" chant start up in the crowd. Throughout the match, they show Foley sitting at the top of the ramp, and boy, he has gained weight since he retired. Just as X-Pac starts his trademark jig around the ring, Austin's music starts. Foley stands up to prevent Austin from getting to the ring, but Austin comes in through the crowd instead of down the ramp. He quickly administers Stunners to X-Pac and Al Snow, and then to the ref for good measure. Hee! I love the Stunner. I never get tired of it. Foley looks defeated. Austin calls for two beers, then walks up the ramp. When Foley tries to talk it to him, Austin just keeps walking. Michael Cole nearly has an apoplectic fit over Stone Cold "spitting in the face of authority."