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Mick Foley: Mark, after that second bump tonight I want you to promise me on your dear wife Sara's life not to tell anyone that we planned for me to fall through the cage and get a concussion. Also make sure the steel chair falls onto my face and knocks a tooth out.
Mark Calloway: Only if Terry promises as well.
Terry Funk: Well, that goes without saying.
Mark Calloway: Fine. I promise to always present the second bump, which we don't even know you'll get to have because of the seriousness of the first bump in which I throw you off the steel cage, possible onto the teleprompters on the spanish announce table, as a pure accident despite the fact that we totally planned it. We'll all just blame it on bad rigging or something.
All Together (chanting): For the business. For the business. For the business. For the business. For the business. For the business. For the business. For the business. For the business. For the business. For the business. For the business.
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