[We enter the back, Okerlund standing with the champ and Jarrett in his standard tuxedo. Douglas has on his black and yellow robe, looking arrogant as ever. Francine is wearing a black silk tank top and a skirt that goes down to her ankles, with a split in the side. She is also holding his World title as it hangs over her shoulder. Double J has a muscle T-shirt and his trademark guitar, only this time it says, "Senor Slapnuts". Jarrett also has the self-made Net World Order Mexican title around his waist. Debra is wearing a bright red suit with a short, SHORT skirt and the obligatory view of her "canines." Both men have big smiles on their faces as Okerlund commences.]
OKERLUND: "The Franchise" Shane Douglas is the NWO World Heavyweight
Champion, and tonight he steps into the ring to defend that belt
against his
archnemesis if you will. Triple H has said he will become the NWO's
first
four-time World champion, no matter what the cost. Also tonight, you
have
to also deal with the demented Gene Simmons and his donning the white
horse
in order to save the NWO from the likes of you!
[Douglas simply stares at Okerlund, the way one looks at gum on the
bottom
of the shoe. Then he reaches over and pulls one of "Mean Gene's" hairs
out
of his head as he yelps. All four laugh at Okerlund as Mean Gene gets
angry]
DOUGLAS: Let me make this perfectly clear, Okerlund! My New Year's
Resolution is to kick anyone's ass who doesn't let me have my way
around
here! So, you will stand there and let me do what I just freaking did
and
have a big smile on your face while I do it! If you don't, this
interview
will be one of the shortest in the NWO on record because I'm going to
beat
your ass right here and now. So, sit there, shut the f**k up, and
listen to
the gospel of the Franchise, Shane Douglas, and the Reverend of Slappy,
Mr.
Jarrett! (Reluctantly, Okerlund stands there, stewing
as
Douglas smirks.)
DOUGLAS: You see, Helmsley, this is the benefits of being "The
Franchise!" I can do
whatever the hell I God Damn well please, and do it with impunity! For
someone of your lack of education and complete lack of common sense,
that
basically means I can do whatever I want here! All I have to do is
snap my
fingers, and my will is done! All I have to do is look at someone the
wrong
way, and their ass is grass! And right about now, even though I'm
smiling
on the outside before each and every one of you stupid retarded
animals, I'm
one pissed off man! (Douglas' smile quickly turns a
look
of anger and intensity as he stares at the camera.)
I
wasn't supposed to be here tonight, Helmsley! Right about now I have a
damn
tux similar to Gene-o's here, sitting in my hotel room asking to be put
on
so that Francine, Jeff, Debra and I can do a night on the town! Of
course,
it's not similar because I have class when I dress, Okerlund snags his
off
the rack of Goodwill! But, that's not important, because no one gives
two
craps or a stroke about what Okerlund wears!
DOUGLAS: I wasn't supposed to be here tonight because President Maxx
Payne had told
the wrestling world just a couple of weeks ago that he was looking to
give
me the night off. Instead, that big fat tub of lard managed to do
something
I consider a miracle! With one hand wrapped around a thigh of KFC and
the
other hand holding off that slob Neil Stylez from the bucket of mashed
potatoes and gravy, he managed to make a match for the World title!
Your
President just absolutely had to go back on his word, after I had a
wonderful evening planned of dinner, champagne, and other activities
that
the idiots like you out there can only dream about getting involved in!
So,
now I have to step into the ring and defend the World title against the
World's largest nose, Triple H, and all 21 of Gene Simmons'
personalities!
Oh yeah, that big Amazon she-male witch by the name of Chyna, or Burma,
or
Malaysia, or whatever that bitch is calling herself these days!
DOUGLAS: I'm not a happy man! The two of you no doubt think the Prez
was noble
enough to do you a favor by giving you both a shot at the NWO World
Heavyweight title! This way, you get your shot, he tries to screw me,
someone else walks out with the World title, and everyone's happy!
That is,
everyone but me! And let me tell you two jerks something...if "The
Franchise" ain't happy, then he's sure as hell going to make sure that
there
isn't a single other person of the NWO happy either! Because President
Payne violated the number one rule of the NWO...thou shalt not f**k
with
"The Franchise!" Instead, what he sees as redemption for what I've
done to
the NWO I see as grounds for me to tear this son of a bitch apart! And
the
two of you are in my way! That's not a smart place to be right now,
folks!
DOUGLAS: Helmsley, all week we've heard you moaning and crying about
how you wanted
to take back the World title that you claim I've been keeping warm for
you
all this time! Well, Triple H, the "Game" and your fantasy are over
tonight, because you are NOT the World Heavyweight Champion right now,
that
honor and belt belongs to "The Franchise!" You, on the other hand, are
nothing but a complete and total disgrace to the NWO, your family, and
that
big nose of yours! You had to insult the Rock the other night and
challenge
him to a match, you just might have to because the Intercontinental
title is
the only belt you'll have that's anywhere close to the World title
again.
Accept it, Helmsley, you won't be the World champion ever again, at
least
not while Shane Douglas is in control!
DOUGLAS: Triple H, you talked about how I had nothing better to do than
make jokes
and laugh at your expense! Tell you the truth, you make it easy to do,
but
on the other hand I'm not in a mood for jokes anymore! Because in a
few
short hours you and I will be stepping into the ring, where I put to
rest
the idea that I'm soft, pudgy, and not the wrestler I once was! The
time
for playing games is over, Triple H, because I'm coming into that ring
for
one reason and one reason only! I'm going to kick your ass all over
the
building this evening, and when it's all over, I'm going to stand over
you,
with the World title in hand! Then, you will learn that while I am the
"Game", it can never compare to "The Franchise!" You should have left
well
enough alone, Helmsley, now you'll feel my wrath! And I trust you will
keep
that big freak Chyna out of my way, or I'll kick her ass as well!
DOUGLAS: Gene Simmons, let me assure you I haven't forgotten you! Talk
about a
completely pathetic loser! You willingly joined me for the UWF, you
knew
full well what you were getting your ass into! Let me remind the whole
world it was you who stood by my side as we burned the World title back
then, to bring in a whole new world of change for the Net World Order!
However, along the way you secretly lusted after where I stand here in
the
NWO, so you were just looking for the opportunity to jump me and take
the
World title! Well, I have to admire that, I would have done the same
thing.
That being said, you forgot to get yourself a back-up plan for now the
cheese stands alone! I hope you're realizing what you got yourself
into,
for you now have no one to blame but yourself!
DOUGLAS: Simmons, the World title will never be around your waist! In
fact, the only
thing you'll have around your waist at the end of the night is that IV
attached to you when I put you in the hospital! You bring the night,
vampire freak, I'll bring the garlic and we'll have us one hell of a
party!
You want to play with the big boys, now's your chance! But, your ass
better
be careful, because I'm not here to play a damn thing! Other than,
YOUR
ASS IS MINE!
DOUGLAS: I want President Payne to watch what I do tonight to both of
my opponents
tonight, for this is all your fault! Had you let me have tonight off
and
not bother with defending the World Heavyweight Championship, I
wouldn't be
killing off both the Honker and the Vampire all in one night! Payne,
you
can't stop the inevitable, which is that I will be taking this bitch
over!
Before the night is over, the final stage of the prophecy will fall
into
place, because bad things happen in threes! Tell 'em, Jeff!
[Mean Gene directs his attention to Jeff Jarrett.
Jarrett holds the NWO Mexican Title around his waist as he begins to
snicker. Jeff removes his trademark sunglasses and speaks]
Jeff Jarrett: You could not have put the words any
better Shane, as tonight we fit the final peice of the puzzle, into the
TRIPLE Threat!
Mean Gene: Jeff, are you incinuating that right here
in Baltimore, Maryland that the third member of the Triple Threat will
be revealved!?!?!
Jeff Jarrett: Slappy, all I am saying is that you do
not have a TRIPLE Threat with only two men!
Mean Gene: Harsh words from you Jeff Jarrett. Putting
that on the side, in another one of tonights contests, we will be
seeing your return match pitting you in a luche-libre match against "The
Mexican Pride" Syzurz. Syzurz clearly has the advantage in this match up!
Its his kind of match and it is hard to tell how much ring rust you
will have!
Jeff Jarrett: First off Gene, do not forget that I,
Jeff Jarrett, is the "REAL" Mexican Pride in the NWO! After all, I am
the Net World Order Mexican Champion! But besides that lets cut to the
chase. Syzruz has been crying and complaining to upper NWO management
that he wants to be pushed, that he wants to main event, that he wants to
make the title runs. So explain to me if Syzurz is wanting this push so
bad, why did he choose to push around what was then known as a nobody
jobber? The anwser is that Syzurz could not take the heat of wrestling
with a man of REAL main event status! Tonight Syzurz, you get your wish
and don't even begin to speculate that I have missed a step because if
anything Syzurz, [Jarrett pats the NWO Mexican title
and one of the Taco-Bell bags that was tapped on falls off] All you got is a chink in your corner and I have an entire
country in mine! Now gimme an OLE to that, Slapnuts!
Mean Gene: Jeff, those racial slurs are 100% uncalled
for!
[Without missing a beat, Jeff throws a sharp right
hand to Mean Gene's jaw. Gene falls to the floor, knocked out. Debra
takes out a Taco-Bell bag and puts it over Gene's head. Debra then hands a
bag of Tostitos to Jarrett who tears them open and dumps them all over
Gene Okerlund's body. Jarrett then opens a can of Hot Sauce and pours
it onto the chips. Douglas reaches down and takes a chip and places it
into his mouth. Douglas smiles and gives Jeff a "thumbs-up" in
approval.]
Jeff Jarrett: Now THAT is what we refer to in Mexico
as DROPPING THE CHALUPA! Syzurz, I really do not have a lot to say to
you for tonight. My hopes and prayers go out to your family for all the
medical bills that will be piling up as I....
[Jarrett reaches down and grabs a chip off of Gene's
chest. Jeff throws the chip into his mouth and begins to chew out
loud.]
Jeff Jarrett: Debra, this is great stuff!.... Anyway,
back to the tortia-wrapper wannabe. When Maxi-Pad Payne came begging on
his knees for me to return to this hell-hole, he promised me that I
will continue to get the matches that I want and wrestle when I want. So
in my first match back I get to wrestle in a "First To The Border Get A
Green Card" Otherwise known as a Luche Libre Match. Gene was right, I
really do not have a lot of experience wearing funny looking masks,
drinking cheap tequila and screaming like Micheal Jackson on prozac. But as
"The Greatest Net World Order Champion" I have plenty of experience in
KICKING ASS! Syzurz, you can call the match whatever you want, but the
same basic principle remains the same.
[Jarrett holds his guitar up the the camera as the
rest of the Triple Threat looks on.]
Jeff Jarrett: That principle my friend, is pain and
agony. Tonight Syzurz, you become yet other one of "Jeff Jarrett's
GREATEST HITS"
[Jeff pushes the cameraman out of the way as the rest
of thr group walks off set. The camera goes back to ringside.]
Jim Ross: Now what on Earth is Vice-President Brown doing here?
Mark Madden: The man basically owns the company, JR! Who are you to question when Mr. Brown should appear or not?
[Madden and Jim Ross stop their chattering, just in time to hear the Vice President of the NWO speak.]
Bronson Brown: Just when you think I'm out of the picture, look who comes back as King for the day? I just happened to be backstage eating some soup in my office, when I got a memo from the CEO.
[Bronson Brown pulls out a folded slip of paper from his pocket, and begins to read it over silently. After looking it over another time, he folds it back up, and places it in his pocket once again.]
Bronson Brown: Now since Maxx is tryin’ to pick up a lil’ extra cash parkin’ cars in Japan this weekend, it seems that I’ve found myself with some power.
Mark Madden: Japan? Why the Hell is Maxx Payne parking cars?
Jim Ross: Oh Mark, this Bronson is full of bunk. You can never tell whether or not he’s bein’ honest with you.
Mark Madden: If I know CEO Payne, he’s out trying to get some tail, but parking cars isn’t the best way to impress the ladies.
Bronson Brown: Of course, I got this thing about a week earlier. It's just that, this is such a special night, I thought I'd let this one out of the bag tonight. I mean, do you really think Maxx Payne would be the one who would allow Gene Simmons in the main event? Or ol' Snippers to take Double J on in a lucha libre match? Or to have made Steve Corino and Kurt Angle to unknowingly fight in a loser-leaves-town match?
[In the ring, Kurt Angle’s head snaps toward the Vice President. Loser leaves town???]
Bronson Brown: That’s right Kurt…
[No sooner are the words out of Bronson’s mouth, than The Mountie leaps over the guard rail, and zaps Angle with his cattle prod. Angle drops to the ground, and two security guards enter the Net World Order ring. One grabs the motionless Olympian, and together, they carry him to the backstage area. .]
Jim Ross: Good Gawd! Bronson Brown just fired Kurt Angle for losing his match! That ain't right.
Bronson Brown: Of course, I’m not gonna rest on my laurels now. I won’t have this kind of power in a couple of days.
[The Outlaws enter the ring, raising their arms in an early victory. All of a sudden, Impure Authority’s music hits, and Triple X and The Undertaker enter the arena.]
Lillian Garcia: And their opponents, they are former Net World Order tag team champions… The Undertaker and Triple X… Impure Authority!
[The bell rings as Road Dogg begins circling Triple X. It only takes
moments
for the two combatants to lock up. Triple X drives Road Dogg into the corner
as the
ref asks for a clean break, but Triple X doesn't give him one as he begins
to
thrust forearm after forearm into the face of the Road Dogg. Triple X begins driving
his
boot into the gut of Road Dogg as the ref pulls him away and yells at him to
get him
out of the corner. He pushes past the ref and grabs Road Dogg by the hair but
Road Dogg
fights back by burying elbows and fists into the gut of Triple X.]
Jim Ross: What a match-up this has been thus far! These two teams have already had epic battles! This time, they need two out of three falls to gain the belts they have been going for all month!
Joel Gertner: Well sure, these are the only two teams left in the Net World Order!
[He sends
Triple X
off the rope and catches him with a stiff clothesline, picks him up by
the
hair and makes the tag to Billy Gunn. Billy Gunn steps through the ropes and
plants
a stiff left hand to the jaw of Triple X who is being held by Road Dogg. Triple X
staggers
back as Billy Gunn plants another fist to the jaw, this time from the right
side. He
sends Triple X off the ropes, but Undertaker makes blind tag. Billy Gunn hits Triple X
with a
big back body drop but doesn't see Taker charge into the ring and gets
nailed
with a big time clothesline. Billy gets up quickly but he should have
stayed
down, as Take locks his hand around his throat and nails him with a
huge
chokeslam. Taker makes the cover...]
Mark Madden: This is it, guys! First fall, right here! One... Two... Thr...
Jim Ross: No! Road Dogg jumped in and drove an elbow into the back of Taker
breaking
the count!
[Taker gets up and decks Road Dogg, but Gunn is back up, he
puts
Taker in a sleeper and then drops down into a neckbreaker. Gunn with
the
cover... One... Two... Three!]
Jim Ross: That’s it! Billy Gunn scores the first fall of the match!
Joel Gertner: Now he just needs to worry about a second one. And with Triple X on the opposing side, I doubt it can happen. There’s just something about the way he has his way with blondes. I respect a guy like that!
[He picks Taker up and tries
to hit
the neckbreaker again but Triple X jumps in and flattens him with a kick to
the
back of the head. Gunn stumbles forward and falls victim to a big foot
by
Taker. Taker sends him off ropes and nails a huge spine buster. He
tags in
Triple X who jumps in and begins destroying Gunn with kicks and punches. He
sends
him into the corner and nails him with a charging clothesline. Gunn
falls
flat on his face and Road Dogg screams for a tag. Gunn moves to make a
tag
but Triple X easily cuts him off with a clothesline and suplexes him to the
mat.
Triple X tags in Taker who drives Gunn down with a ddt and makes the
cover...]
Mark Madden: Finally! Impure Authority gets it! One... Two... Th...
Jim Ross: No, Gunn barely, and I mean barely gets the shoulder up. Taker lifts
Gunn
off the mat and sets him up for the Last Ride, but Dogg comes in and
blasts
Taker with a charging clothesline, taking the big man down.
[Road Dogg drags
Gunn
towards his corner and screams for a tag. Slowly Gunn makes the tag to
RD,
Taker as well tags in Triple X and the two meet in the center of the ring,
RD
driving fist after fist into the jaw of Triple X. Triple X goes down after the
forth
punch and Road Dogg goes off the ropes and nails his Shake, Rattle and Roll
knee
drop. He picks him up and sets him up for the pump handle slam. He
lifts
him, but Triple X shifts his weight and lands on his feet behind Road Dogg, spins
him
around, kick to the gut, and a Pedigree type face buster. Taker rushes
in to
clothesline Gunn over the top as Triple X makes the cover. One... Two... Three!]
Joel Gertner: The second fall goes to Taker and Triple X. Taker slides in the ring as Triple X
goes out
to meet Gunn. Gunn and Triple X fight on the outside as Taker and Dogg go
at it
in the middle of the ring. Triple X picks up a chair and levels Gunn with
it,
taking him out of the match almost indefinately. Road Dogg sends Taker to the
ropes,
but gets reversed into a chair shot by Triple X. Dogg stumbles back and is
caught
by a Taker chokeslam. Taker makes the cover.]
Jim Ross: This might be it! One... Two... Three!
Joel Gertner: I knew it! Impure Authority racks up another win, and another title reign!
Lillian Garcia: The winners of this match, and NEW Net World Order Tag Team Champions… Triple X and the Undertaker, Impure Authority!
(The fans in the NWO Arena are set to
be the witnesses of a spectacular night in Net World Order history.
Soon they are all about to see a man which they truely despise. There is
no question about it though, this man is one of the main attractions for
the NWO at Bad Blood. The lights begin to dim and an eerie silence
settles over everyone in attendance. Then "The Kings" by Run DMC starts to
blare over the PA system and green pyro rockets up into the air. Neil
Stylez appears on the ramp with a mic in his hand. He walks towards the
ring and as he does so, it seems as if everyone in Baltimore, Maryland
is booing him at once. Stylez takes no notice of the hostile welcoming.
Instead he slides into the ring, walks in circles for a few moments,
and then speaks.)
STEVE CORINO VS. KURT ANGLE
Howard Finkle: This opening contest for Bad Blood is set for one fall. Coming to the ring first, he is the King of Old School, and is one of the newest prospects in the Net World Order. He is Steve Corino!
Jim Ross: This man just barely squeaked away with a win on Friday Night Overdrive. I’d bet my bottom dollar that he’ll be able to do it again this time with Kurt Angle on the other side of the ring.
[Steve Corino’s music hits the loudspeakers, as he appears as normal on the stage. Corino looks confident coming into this match, having a single match experience over Kurt Angle. Steve Corino’s music shuts off, though, as soon as Kurt Angle appears behind him with a baseball bat, and takes a few wild swings at his knees. The fans roar with hatred, wanting to see a match.]
Jim Ross: That snake, Kurt Angle just got away with a cheap shot on Steve Corino! Kurt Angle is just a thief in the night
Mark Madden: But he’s still an American hero, JR. You’ve got to respect him for that!
[Steve Corino is quick to his feet, though he stumbles a bit on the way up. Kurt Angle immediately takes control of this advantage, and begins stomping Corino’s knees. They brawl down to the ring, until Steve Corino manages to smash Kurt Angle’s face into the side of the ring. Corino rolls into the ring, and demands the bell to sound to start the match. Kurt Angle grabs Steve Corino from the outside of the ring, and drags him into the corner, driving the ring post into his groin. Steve Corino begins comforting his crotch, clearly in immense pain.]
Joel Gertner: Corino’s not gonna be able to pick up any ladies after that shot! It looks like he shrunk a good two inches there!
[Kurt Angle dives into the ring, and picks Steve Corino up to his feet. Angle then scoops Corino for a type of slam, but the move is blocked, and reversed into a roll-up. The referee begins counting, 1…2…NO. Both men quickly rise to face each other, and take one another down with a double clothesline. Both are very slow getting up, but manage to do so without any threat of being counted out by the referee.]
Jim Ross: These men are starting to pick away at each other piece by piece. But this is a close race here tonight!
Joel Gertner: I think I’ve seen one too many close races in my lifetime.
[Steve Corino is the first to his feet, meeting Kurt Angle with a dropkick to the face. Angle goes down, and is caught with an armbar from Corino. Kurt Angle reaches out for the ropes with his free arm, just inches away from them. Angle swing his body to get closer, and throws his arm outward as far as possible to snag the ropes by the tips of his fingers. The referee orders Corino off of Angle, but it seems that the damage has been done, seeing as how Angle begins favoring his left shoulder.]
Joel Gertner: It looks like Corino really yanked Angle’s shoulder out of its socket! Corino must have been practicing that sort of thing in his locker room.
[Steve Corino takes control of the situation, and whips Angle to the ropes. Steve Corino tries to take Angle down with a shoulder tackle, but Angle ducks and manages to clip Corino’s legs from under him. Angle grabs Corino’s leg, and applies a classic leglock onto him. Steve Corino grabs Kurt Angle’s head, and begins striking him, but Angle only intensifies the hold even more. Kurt Angle twists the leg sideways, in an attempt to immobilize Corino. Steve Corino begins to yell from the hold, until he snatches Kurt Angle’s arm. Corino manages to pull Angle’s left arm in a lock, while Angle still has Corino’s leg in a lock.]
Mark Madden: This is incredible, guys. These two men have each other in their own weak spots, and are waiting for the other to give in!
Jim Ross: They look like a human pretzel in there, Mark! These two are literally willing to pull each other limb from limb!
[Angle and Corino begin negotiating while in the hold, agreeing to let go when the other lets go. They settle to let go at the count of three. Angle counts, 1…2…3. Steve Corino releases Angle’s arm, which makes Angle lean back to intensify the hold.]
Joel Gertner: Steve Corino is nothing but a blond chump!
[Steve Corino suffers while in the leg hold, and starts shaking his leg in hopes of loosening Angle’s hold. Angle simply wraps his arms tighter around Corino’s leg, and pulls tighter. Corino tries another attempt to get out of Kurt Angle’s trap. He starts moving back and forth, trying to kick Kurt Angle in the face. Corino suddenly gets a jolt of energy from some adrenaline, and nails Angle right in the face, knocking him back.]
Jim Ross: Oh my! Corino knocked the gold fillings out of Kurt Angle’s teeth with that one for sure!
Joel Gertner: But Corino’s having some trouble getting up to his feet. At the same time, Kurt Angle may never be able to pull off his one-handed reading anymore.
Mark Madden: These two need to grow up, and stop complaining! Waah, I hurt my arm! Waah, I hurt my leg! Come on, these two do not impress me one bit!
Jim Ross: When was the last time you wrestled with an injury again, Mark?
Mark Madden: Hey! I had a head cold when I was doing battle with Gene Okurlund!
[Steve Corino begins stomping on Kurt Angle’s shoulder, trying to make the injury more severe Kurt Angle slowly gets up, despite the continuous stomping from Steve Corino Kurt suddenly grabs Corino’s leg, and dragon screws him to the mat. Corino gets out of another possible submission attempt by diving out of the ring.]
Jim Ross: Look at Corino run!
Joel Gertner: He’s doing the smart thing. That’s how they did it back in the old days of wrestling. With the Hogans, the Flairs, and the Armstrongs and such.
[Kurt Angle goes to the outside to catch Corino, but is caught with a steel chair to the chest on his way down.]
Jim Ross: Good Gawd! Where did Corino get that chair from?
[Kurt Angle crouches down to get some wind, only to be slapped across the back with some more cold steel.]
Mark Madden: What a set-up! Corino outsmarted Kurt Angle with that one for sure!
Joel Gertner: Like I said. This is all just like in the old days of wrestling.
Jim Ross: I don’t recall Bruno Sammartino ever doing such an act.
Joel Gertner: Bruno who?
[Steve Corino takes one more swing at Kurt Angle, smacking him over the head with the chair. Kurt Angle’s body goes limp, as Steve Corino rolls him into the ring.]
Jim Ross: This one may be just about over, guys!
Joel Gertner: It looks like Steve Corino’s going to walk away with another win under him!
[Steve Corino goes into the ring confidently, ready to put the finishing touches on his work. He places Kurt Angle stomach-down to the mat, and grabs on his arm. Steve Corino winds around Angle’s arm, and rolls him up. The referee counts 1…2…Kurt Angle suddenly uses some momentum to roll over on top of Corino, as the referee counts 1…2…NO! The two release each other, and get to their feet. Steve Corino is the first one up, and hooks him up for a Fisherman’s Suplex. Corino lifts him up, but somehow loses his hold on him in midair. Kurt Angle flies over Corino’s back, and holds on, about to give an Olympic Slam. Steve Corino acts quick, though, and delivers a low-blow without the referee seeing it. Steve Corino grabs Kurt Angle, delivers the Fisherman's Suplex. The referee gets into position, and he counts 1…2…3!]
Howard Finkle: The winner of this match, Steve Corino!
Jim Ross: What an incredible showing from these two future stars! There is no doubt that both of these men have a future in the Net World Order, if they can keep up their pace.
[All of a sudden, “Oh Canada” begins to play over the loudspeakers and the red and white maple-leaf flaps majestically on the NWO-tron. From the back, Vice-President Bronson Brown appears wearing a black hooded sweater. On the front are the images of a younger Shane Douglas, the Sandman, and of course “Y2J” Chris Jericho, on the back the words “The Triple Threat: Fuck Authority”. Lillian Garcia meets Brown about halfway down the ramp with a microphone in hand, while Steve Corino and Kurt Angle are still in the ring, curious as to what Bronson Brown is doing at ringside.]
In God’s country, a performance like that is inexcusable. It’s time that you experienced a little Canadian justice…
I’ll be back, in a while… but for now lets take a gander while my pal Jeff Jarrett puts a good ol’ fashioned Lucha leaping on Snippers.
Jim Ross: I just can't believe it, guys! After all that work he put out tonight, Kurt Angle is already out the door.
Joel Gertner: Who cares? He may be a gold medalist, but he's still no Franchise. Shane Douglas had to cancel his dinner plans because Maxx Payne was so insistant on him having a match. Now, instead of celebrating the New Year, he’s stuck fighting Triple H and Gene Simmons! What a waste.
Mark Madden: Speaking of waste, I can’t wait until The Chosen One wastes that taco-eating Mexican in his own kind of match! It’s going to be great!
SYZURZ VS. “THE CHOSEN ONE” JEFF JARRETT
Howard Finkle: Ladies and gentlemen, please introduce the special referee for this upcoming Lucha Libre match, he is from the Dragon School located in Mexico. He is El árbitro!
Mark Madden: I just want someone to tell me… where the Hell does Maxx Payne keep finding these guys? Don’t we have enough Mexicans in America?
Howard Finkle: The following contest is set for one fall, and is for Jarrett’s “Mexican Championship”. Introducing first, he is the Mexican Pride. A former European and Television double champion. He is Syzurz!
[Syzurz’ music plays, as he emerges from the stage area. The mask that he is wearing hides the emotions on his face, though it is obvious that he is as ready for this match as he will ever be.]
Howard Finkle: And his opponent, he is the only grand-slam champion in the Net World Order, holding the World, Intercontinental, United States, and Tag Team Titles at the same time. He is “The Chosen One” Jeff Jarrett!
[“Cowboy” by Kid Rock begins to play, and Jeff Jarrett emerges from the back with guitar in hand. As he is in the ring, he leans on one side of the ring, with fireworks exploding off behind him. The bell rings, and Jeff Jarrett turns around. As soon as he turns around, he is nailed with a corkscrew plancha, and is immediately thrown to the ground. Jarrett slowly gets up, clearly winded as he didn’t expect the move. Syzurz whips Jeff Jarrett to the ropes, but Jarrett quickly reverses it. Syzurz runs toward Jarrett, and baseball slides through his legs. Jeff Jarrett turns around, and sees Syzurz land on him with an Asai moonsault.]
Joel Gertner: Jeff Jarrett is getting hit at every corner by Syzurz! He looks a little bit lost in the ring, especially with these new rules.
Jim Ross: But Jarrett is still getting back up to his feet, and is starting to fight back!
[Jarrett grabs Syzurz, and whips him into the corner. He runs after Syzurz, who tries to sling over his attacker. Jarrett forsees this, and grabs him in mid-air. Syzurz quickly gets dropped to the ground, with Jarrett smirking over him. Jarrett grabs Syzurz’ head, and starts rubbing his face in the Mexican Title that he brought to ringside.]
Jim Ross: That is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen! Somebody needs to clue in Jarrett, and tell him that his antics simply are not funny.
Mark Madden: Okay, Ross. Go up there and tell him. I’ll keep your seat warm for you.
Jim Ross: I’ll bet you would.
Mark Madden: What’s that supposed to mean?
[Jarrett begins tearing at Syzurz’ mask, trying to reveal his face to the world. El árbitro pulls Syzurz from Jarrett’s arms, informing him that ripping the mask off of a Luchadore’s face results in an immediate disqualification.]
Jim Ross: I knew it would happen, guys. Jeff Jarrett is a little bit lost in the rules of Mexican wrestling. He doesn’t realize that some things that are standard in the United States are strongly forbidden in Lucha Libre wrestling.
[Jarrett decides not to let himself get disqualified, and throws Syzurz over to the outside. Jeff Jarrett begins to strut a little, teasing the crowd a bit. Little does he realize that Syzurz is behind him, until he is plowed over with an outstanding missile dropkick. Syzurz climbs to the top rope, and dives off with a guillotine legdrop. Right away, Jeff Jarett moves out of the way, and goes for the cover. The referee counts 1.....2... but Syzurz kicks out.]
Jim Ross: That was a close call! This match is really important to Syzurz. He’s pulling out all the stops!
[Jeff Jarrett lifts Syzurz up, and puts him in between his legs. Jarrett lifts him up, and seems ready to give him a piledriver until El árbitro warns him that piledrivers are illegal in Lucha Libre wrestling. Jeff Jarrett starts to get pissed off at the referee that he isn’t being allowed to do what he wants. He lets Syzurz down, and starts to get in El árbitro’s face. El árbitro warns Jarrett that striking an official results in immediate disqualification, but Jarrett doesn’t seem to care. He raises his fist, and suddenly collapses as Syzurz hits him with a sharp spinning heel kick.]
Joel Gertner: That little Mexican doesn’t want to give up! He’s hitting all of the right moves!
[Syzurz elbowdrops Jeff Jarrett, and slowly lifts him to his feet. Syzurz throws Jarrett to the corner, and runs up to him to hit a frankensteiner on him. Syzurz tries to flip Jarrett, but Jarrett comes off of the top rope with a super powerbomb instead. Syzurz lays on the ground, motionless, and Jarrett takes this advantage to apply the figure-four leglock. El árbitro checks to see if Syzurz gives up, but Syzurz refuses to. Jarrett gives out a cocky laugh, and starts mocking El árbitro. Soon, Jarrett gets fed up with Syzurz’ refusal to quit, and lets go of the hold. Syzurz and Jarrett both get up, and Jarrett set Syzurz up for The Stroke. Syzurz is quick to react, though, and pushes Jarrett into the ropes.]
Mark Madden: Unbelievable! Syzurz managed to avoid The Stroke from Jeff Jarrett!
[As Jarrett comes back, Syzurz jumps up, and connects with his Flying Head Scissors. Syzurz covers Jeff Jarrett, and El árbitro counts, 1…2…3! NO!!]
Mark Madden: Oh man! Syzurz would have had the match if Jarrett hadn’t put his foot on the ropes!
[Syzurz gets up, and starts yelling in El árbitro’s face. The two start bickering in Spanish, while Jeff Jarrett gets to his feet. El árbitro warns Syzurz about Jarrett behind him, in Spanish, and Syzurz reacts by flipping over the ropes. Jarrett leans over the ropes to try to grab Syzurz, but Syzurz pulls his feet from underneath him. Syzurz drags Jarrett over to the corner, and gives him a low blow with the pole.]
Joel Gertner: Oof! That’s the second time tonight! I don’t think I’d be able to take seeing any more of that!
Mark Madden: Wait a minute! In lucha libre rules, a low blow of any form should result in an automatic disqualification!
[El árbitro conveniently was looking away at the moment, turning around just in time to see Syzurz dive back into the ring. He lifts Jeff Jarrett up, and goes for the flying head scissors once again. He wraps his legs around Jarrett's head, but falls short when he is slammed down to the mat with a forceful powerbomb. Jeff Jarrett picks Syzurz up, and hooks up for The Stroke. Crushing Syzurz' face into the canvas, Jeff Jarrett follows up by covering Syzurz for the 1...2...3!]
Howard Finkle: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, “The Chosen One” Jeff Jarrett!
[Syzurz starts yelling in El árbitro’s face over the loss, and suddenly whips him to the ropes, and hits him with the flying head scissors. Syzurz’ music then begins to play, and he leaves the ring.]
Jim Ross: It looks like Syzurz is not happy with the referee for this match!
Mark Madden: But the Mexican champion is standing in the ring, and his name is Jeff Jarrett! Look at him! He’s mocking El árbitro, and now he’s… leaving the ring? It looks like the referee just got lucky!
[The referee begins to leave, but is smacked across the head with a guitar. "Cowboy" by Kid Rock begins to play over the loudspeakers, and Jeff jarrett walks up the ramp backwards with the Mexican title, and the broken guitar.]
Jim Ross: This is a disgrace to anything Mexican! Jeff Jarrett is no representative of the Mexican people in my mind, whether he has that title or not!
Mark Madden: Who cares what you think, anyway? Jeff Jarrett is one hundred percent Mexican Pride, right there!
Jim Ross: What a slap in the face to Syzurz this is. I don't think he'll ever want to return after this kind of an insult, folks.
Joel Gertner: Good! The less Mexicans, the better!
NEW AGE OUTLAWS VS. IMPURE AUTHORITY
Best 2 out of 3 Falls
Lillian Garcia: This next match is set for one fall, and is for the Net World Order tag team championship! Coming to the ring first, they are Road Dogg and “Bad Ass” Billy Gunn, the New Age Outlaws!
Neil Stylez:I can always depend on
the fans to amuse me. How idiotic your faces all look as you stare at
me! So idiotic that it brings laughter to my soul. Before I dismantle
your chosen hero, The Rock let me get a few words out. First off, you
people make me sick! Your very presence is putrifying and your stink is
unbearable! I thought that you would all learn to use deoderant by now,
but to my dismay that is not the case.
To my surprise, the Rock has managed to show up here
tonight. I must give you credit, Rock, you do have some courage but
unfortunately you also have no intelligence. If you had half the brain that
any normal human being would possess, then you'd realize that showing up
here would be a huge mistake. A mistake which you would pay dearly for.
How? Well, you are getting in the ring with Neil Stylez, are you not? I
do have a long history of hurting my opponents beyond the extent of
mere hospitalization. Rock, the fun and games are over! Now we are playing
for real and a loss could mean the difference between life and death.
Where will all of your wise catch phrases and mockings be now, Rock?
What will they do for you? They can not make you stronger. They can not
make you faster. Hell, they can't do a damn thing for you! Soon you will
see that, Rock. You will see that all this time you never even stood a
real chance of defeating me. You will also see that the fans whi!
ch you love and adore so much never gave a piece of shit whether you
lived or died! They did nothing for you but make you weaker and easier to
beat.
I will take one more step in the direction of
greatness tonight. I will get ever closer to recieving a title shot against
Shane Douglas or whoever the champ shall be when this night is all over.
It will be only a matter of time before I am once again on top of
things here in the Net World Order. Evil or good? It will not matter once I
am in control for there will only be one major power. My power! Rocky,
it wasn't personal before. I never planned on ruining your life or
humiliating you in front of millions of people, but you've left me with no
other alternative. After the verbal assaults you have lashed out upon
me...I feel that it is my duty to defend my pride. Soon all of the
endless hours of training will pay off. Soon I will satisfy my hunger for
revenge and quench my thirst for blood. Tonight will be yet another night
to remember and another night for me to cherish. Rock, it is time for
us to battle it out and decide who is the better man. You better be !
prepared or this could be your last match...ever! Now hit my music! I
can't take another moment of standing in front of these shitty smelling
inbreds!"
(Neil Stylez drops the mic and climbs through
the ropes. He then continues to walk up the ramp as "The Kings" by Run
DMC plays over the PA system. The fans send thundering boos in Neil's
direction after the words he just said begin to take effect on them.
Stylez exits their watchful eyes and makes his way back to the locker room
area to train some more for his match against the Rock.)
Mark Madden: That's going to be one Hell of a match, JR! I can feel it!
Mark Madden: Hold on, guys! It looks like we're going to be hearing some more words backstage!
(The camera shows
backstage, The Rock walking from his room through a corridor. When he turns
the right to get to the curtains of the arena, he sees Michael Cole. He
walks faster, realizing it's an interview, but is not sucesful. Michael
Cole holds the microphone up to his mouth, and another to The Rock's
mouth.) Jim Ross: This next mach
should prove to be a good one. Bob Holly and Sean Ransom are set to fight
for number one contender ship to Gene Simmons United States title.
JACK JACOBS VS. DOMINIC MARZETTI
Submission in a Cell
Howard Finkle: The following contest is a SUBMISSION IN A CELL MATCH for the NWO Television Championship.
[Jack Jacobs’ music hits the arena, and the television champion appears from the back, looking behind him to see if Dominic is sneaking up with a weapon like he has so many times in the past. Jacobs is covering every inch of ground, paranoid as to where Dominic Marzetti may try to gain the upper hand.]
Howard Finkle: Introducing first, from the country of Canada, he is the Net World Order Television Champion… Jack Jacobs!
[“Rollin’” by Limp Bizkit plays once Jacobs enters the ring, and Dominic Marzetti enters the stage very calmly.]
Howard Finkle: And his opponent, the number one contender to the television title… Dominic Marzetti!
Joel Gertner: Well, this is DX’ first match of the night. Jack Jacobs has been proving himself so far, but Degeneration-X will have to fight to earn full control of the Net World Order.
[The cell lowers around Jacobs and Dominic Marzetti. Soon, the two men begin fighting, brawling back and forth with punches. Suddenly, Jacobs blocks one of Dominic’s punches, and launches him with a belly-to-belly suplex. Dominic tumbles over, but eventually gets to his feet, and starts charging at Jack like a raging bull.]
Jim Ross: Dominic might want to save his energy tonight, and save his energy, because it looks like this will be a long match!
[Jacobs runs in the opposite direction of Dominic, and jumps up the cage. Meanwhile, Dominic tries to spear Jacobs, and bounces off of the side of the cage, and stumbles back. Jacobs dives off of the cage’s side with an elbow, and lands right on Dominic’s back. Dominic Marzetti collapses down, and Jacobs quickly applies a camel clutch.]
Jim Ross: And Jack Jacobs is taking full control, setting in the first submission move of the match!
Joel Gertner: It looks like this match may be over before it even got to start.
[Dominic Marzetti struggles to the ropes, but can’t reach. Instead, he begins doing a push-up, with Jacobs on top of him. Dominic struggles a bit, but manages to push himself high enough tomake Jacobs lose his balance and fall back.]
Mark Madden: Wow! I got winded just looking at that one!
Joel Gertner: That’s because you’ve never done a push-up in your life.
[Dominic lifts Jacobs up, and rams his head into the side of the cell. Jacobs stumbles backwards, and Dominic does it again for each side of the cell. Dominic Marzetti lifts Jacobs, who has fallen from the cage shots, and lifts him up with a powerbomb. Dominic lets go of Jacobs while pulling him up in the air, and suddenly strikes him down on the ground in a very stiff move.]
Jim Ross: Good Gawd! I think Dominic’s game plan is to beat on Jacobs until he submits!
Joel Gertner: Not as sound of an idea as actually using a submission move to make the opponent submit, you know.
[Suddenly, Dominic hears the canvas begin to creak, and he picks Jacobs up for a piledriver. He slowly lifts him, and comes crashing down with huge force. Still, the canvas creaks, just louder this time. Dominic tries one more time, lifting Jacobs up to his feet, kicking him in the midsection, and DDT’ing him straight through the canvas!]
Mark Madden: What the? Dominic Marzetti and Jack Jacobs have ruined the ring! This is unbelievable!
[Marzetti begins tearing away the canvas, revealing the springs and assorted items underneath. Marzetti smiles as if he were a small boy in a candy store, seeing all of the tables, ladders, and loose strips of wood at his disposal.]
Mark Madden: Uh oh, I have a feeling that this is going to turn ugly!
Jim Ross: Jacobs is just now getting to his feet very wearily, and realizes that there’s now a huge, gaping hole in the middle of the ring!
[Dominic Marzetti goes straight for the tables, piling one after another on top of each other. By the end, Dominic has created a stack of ten tables on top of each other, with ladders surrounding them, and holding them up, somewhat. Dominic Marzetti goes after Jacobs, stepping of metal strips and wires in the hole. Jacobs catches him with a low blow, as he still tries to get to his feet. Dominic crouches down in immense pain, which is when Jacobs sees this immense monument before them. Jacobs gets a smile on his face, and the two opponents suddenly go face-to-face, daring each other to go to the top. Simultaneously, they leave to opposite sides of the table tower, and begin climbing.]
Jim Ross: Good Gawd! Someone’s going to get hurt for sure, here!
[They both climb at the same pace, and reach the top at about the same time. They both arrive to the center at the same time, hitting each other back and forth with both lefts and rights. Dominic gets the advantage of the dazed Jacobs, and sets him up for another huge powerbomb. He puts Jacobs between his legs, and starts taunting the crowd. Suddenly, Jacobs low-blows him, escapes from between his legs, and delivers the Speed Limit, crashing down through every stacked table on the way down. They both get hurt badly on the landing, ending up on stray metal parts.]
Jim Ross: Good Gawd!
Mark Madden: Oh my God!
Joel Gertner: My God!
[The two men lay motionless in the ring, as the crowd really begins to get hot. Slowly, Jacobs is the first to lift himself up a bit, and crawls to Dominic very lethargically. He lifts Dominic, and gets behind him, applying a headlock as strong as he can. The referee grabs Dominic’s hand, lifting it once… twice… and three times, signifying that it was the headlock that won the match.]
Howard Finkle: The winner of this match, and still your Net World Order Television Champion, Jack Jacobs!
Mark Madden: What a match by these two men! These two are a bloody mess! Jacobs has collapsed back, probably not even aware that he won the damn thing!
Jim Ross: The ring crew is going to have a Hell of a time fixing this ring before the Intercontinental Title match, which is coming up next!
Michael Cole: Very good night Rock, I'm
here for one interview. Can I start?
The Rock:
First of all, you can, but you may not. Second of all, an interview
doesn't start itself. Third of all, KNOW YOUR ROLE, SHUT YOUR MOUTH!
Neil Stylez, can you feel the excitement? The thousands of fans are
waiting for you, and they are waiting for The Rock. And they are expecting
from both you and Rocky a hell of a match. They payed their hard-earned
money, that they had to give sweat and blood working to get, just to
see this match. It will be hardcore, legally, and extremely hard!
core, probably. Both you and The Rock will break bones and lose teeth,
and rip flesh and spill each other's blood. But when it comes to this
kind of match, The Rock reigns absolute, and add the fact he is the
People's Hardcore Champion, and that he the Inter Continental Championship
is on the line here tonight. And nothing,and The Rock means ABSOLUTELY
NOTHING, will stop The Rock. You and Rock can smash each other's face
on barbed wire, you can break each other's spine through a table, and
you can even destroy each other's skull with baseball bats, but still,
when it comes to the time of having a winner, you won't survive of going
ONE ON ONE WITH THE GREAT ONE!
Smell it jabroni, the fans chant
"Rocky" louder every breath, they can't wait, their hearts are escaping
jumping out of their MOUTHS. And the billions of Rock's fans who have
bought and are watching at home, they are probably choking on popcorn
and beer, like every patriot American. And also all over God's Green !
Earth. Adrenaline is running free all over their bodies, and this
building is shaking in excitement, all of this, for one name, and this name
is The Rock. Stylez, now is one of those situations where you realize
and recognize you are going to lose, get hurt, and be humiliated. And
Rocky will win, get hurt and be gloryfied. You and The Rock have one in
common of three things. But to The Rock it will be worth. You? Nah.
You're going to have to spend time in hospital, physioterapy, and after
three or four years away from wrestling trying to get your body back,
you'll get tired, old, and quit. And get poor. And get ugly, common,
proletariate, you'll return to the mud, spittle where you say you come from.
No Cole, no interview now.
(The Rock turns back
and locks himself in the shower room.)
NEIL STYLEZ VS. THE ROCK
Hardcore Match
Howard Finkle: This next match is set for one fall, and is for the Intercontinental Championship! First, the challenger. He is the current Net World Order Hardcore Champion… from Miami, Florida, he is The Rock!
[“If ya Smell” hits the loudspeakers, bursting the fans into the most intense of cheers. However, the Rock doesn’t show up on the stage. Instead, his music stops, and the NWO-tron turns on. In the hallway, Neil Stylez has attacked him with a broom, breaking it over his head. Neil Stylez covers the Rock, demanding that a referee come and make the count. Soon, a referee appears, and begins counting, 1…2…NO!]
Jim Ross: My Gawd! Neil Stylez nearly ended this match as soon as it begun!
[The Rock gets up to his feet, and Neil Stylez knocks him over with a clothesline very easily. Neil Stylez gets The Rock back up and begins to wail on The Rock with rights and lefts. The Rock manages to stop one of Neil’s punches, and charges him straight into the wall. The two men start brawling down the hallway, exchanging blows as they go. Neil Stylez suddenly stops in front of a locker room, and grabs The Rock’s neck, choking him. Neil Stylez lets The Rock go, sending him crashing right through the door.]
Joel Gertner: Hey, that’s Neil’s locker room, isn’t it?
Mark Madden: It sure is! The Rock may be in trouble here.
Jim Ross: All I can say is this is really turning out to be a slobberknocker!
[Neil Stylez lifts up The Rock, and clears his coffee table of his porno magazines. He places The Rock on the coffee table, and climbs up on the couch. Neil dives off of the couch with a full body press, and crashes straight through the coffee table when The Rock moves out of the way, slicing Neil open to start some bleeding. The Rock is on his feet, taunting Neil Stylez to get back to his feet. The Rock covers Neil with one foot, and the referee counts, 1…2…NO!]
Mark Madden: If The Rock weren’t so cocky, he would have just one the thing!
Jim Ross: That’s right, Madden. This is The Rock’s big chance! He shouldn’t try to waste it like he’s doing.
[Neil slowly gets up, but is sent straight back down through the rubble with a spinebuster from The Rock. The Rock stands over Neil Stylez, lifts his leg, stalls in the air a bit, and then comes crashing down onto Neil with a formation of the People’s Elbow. He covers Neil again, and the referee counts 1…2…3-NO!]
Joel Gertner: Heyzous! The Rock has had this match won on at least three different occasions! He could be a double champion if he can get that 3-count.
Jim Ross: I’m sure that Degeneration-X would not be too happy to see that happen, JR. DX didn’t expect to have to go through such fights tonight! Just look at the tag team title match, or Jack Jacobs! They’re still putting the finishing touches on fixing the ring!
Mark Madden: The Rock and Neil Stylez are back brawling in the hallway!
[The two men bust through a few doors during another round of brawling, and finally find themselves in the arena parking lot. The fighting goes back and forth, until Neil Stylez takes control, and whips The Rock into a car. The two men start climbing the Volkswagon Beatle, and start to brawl again. Neil Stylez comes out with a kick to the gut, and scoops The Rock up to prepare for Hellz Fury onto the pavement. The Rock takes Neil by surprise, though, and swings his arm to low-blow Neil. Neil lets go of The Rock, who still goes crashing down, but only on the car. Neil crouches over, and falls off of the car as a result. The Rock grabs Neil’s head, and starts pulling him outside. They walk to the automated gate, and The Rock throws Neil into one of the yellow gate-stick. The gate is surprisingly strong, withstanding the pressure of Neil crashing into it. The Rock moves on, carrying Neil Stylez outside in the cold, Baltimore snow. The two men continue their brawling by the side of the road, and begin fighting in the snow. The Rock ducks a swing from Neil, and drops him with a Samoan Drop. The Rock starts laying the boots to Neil, and finds a snowman nearby. The Rock pulls off the snowman’s head, and goes after Neil with it. By this time, though, Neil is already upright, and kicks the head straight into The Rock’s face.]
Joel Gertner: What the Hell are these two kids doing playing in the snow?
[Neil mounts The Rock, and starts pummeling him with frigid lefts and rights. Neil starts going nuts on The Rock, and starts shoving snow in The Rock’s face. Neil finally stops beating on The Rock, and pulls his carcass over to the nearby road. Neil tries to throw The Rock into the road, but The Rock has the sense enough to collapse to the ground instead. Neil dives at The Rock with an elbowdrop, but misses the shot. The Rock lifts Neil up, and gets him ready for the Rock Bottom. Neil tries to fight back, but finds himself crashing back-first into the snow.]
Jim Ross: Cover, Rock! COVER!
Mark Madden: That idiot isn’t going for the pin! It looks like he thinks that getting a pin is beneath him! He wants Neil to submit!
[The Rock grabs Neil Stylez’ legs, and hooks him up in a sharpshooter. Neil Stylez’ face is dug into the snow as the referee starts asking if he quits. Neil insists, “NO!”, and tries to pull The Rock down with his leg-strength. Neil pulls with all of his force, and The Rock falls forward, with his head right next to the road. Neil Stylez maneuvers in such a way that their legs remain locked, and he has The Rock in a sharpshooter! The Rock screams as cars whiz by his head, and immediately calls it quits, tapping out in the snow.]
Howard Finkle: As you all just saw, your winner and still the Net World Order Intercontinental Champion, Neil Stylez!
Mark Madden: What an unbelievable match, you guys! Neil must be the luckiest man in the NWO, being able to still walk after what he took out there!
Jim Ross: Well, Neil hasn’t been a five-time Net World Order champion for nothing, you know! He clearly has had more time in the Net World Order ring than The Rock has.
Joel Gertner: It looks like the ring is as ready as it will ever be for Bob Holly and Sean Ransom!
HARDCORE HOLLY VS. SEAN RANSOM
Mark Madden: That's right! Gene Simmons United States title, not Bob "Spark Plug" Holly's! The man stole the belt from the most respected champion in the business, how can these stupid fans cheer him? If anyone, they should be cheering for Gene Simmons not those other guys!
Jim Ross: Well on to the action as Lillian Garcia introduces the combatants!
Joel Gertner: Speaking of Lillian and action... excuse me guys. I think I've been holding back a little too long, now!
[Joel Gertner gets up from the broadcast station and makes his way to the ring where Lillian Garcia looks on.]
Mark Madden: Hey wait a minute, where's he going?
Jim Ross: It looks like we'll be the only ones calling this match, now, Madden.
[Joel Gertner climbs into the ring and walks over to Lillian. Lillian looks a little faltered as Joel Gertner smiles and begins his normal gig as a wrestling announcer.]
Joel Gertner: Well, well well, what do we have here? Looking from this view I would say two basket balls glued to a toothpick. Maybe after the show you and me could spend a little extra time getting to know one another... or each other's bodies.
[Joel Gertner laughs again as Lillian looks an amused] Come on baby, let me show you how we stuff our women back in Philly. After all I am the Quintessential Studmuffin.
[Lillian grinds her body up close to Gertner's as she runs her hands up his body. Gertner gets over excited and begins jumping up and down screaming like a little girl as Lillian takes his Microphone and steps back]
Lillian Garcia: Gertner, I wouldn't sleep with you if you were the last man on earth! Matter of fact I think I would rather sleep with that fat ass over there! [Points to Madden] And even if you got me drunk enough to even think about climbing under the covers with you, you still wouldn't have a clue what to do with me!
[Lillian slaps Gertner in the face as he stumbles backwards and falls out of the ring. He looks on, embarrassed as he makes his way back to his seat.]
Mark Madden: Ross did you hear that, Lillian wants to sleep with me! That's just more proof that I am the best looking big man on television!
Jim Ross: I hate to burst your bubble their Mark, but that's not exactly what she said.
Lillian Garcia: The following match is set for one fall. The winner will be number one contender to the united States title. Coming to the ring at this time weighing in at 245 pounds. Hardcore Holly!
[Hardcore Holly's music begins to play over the PA system as the fans begin cheering this once hated man. Holly makes his way from the backstage wearing Gene Simmons United States title over his shoulder. Holly stops at the top of the ramp and looks around the arena with the same cocky smirk he gave to Simmons when he attacked Simmons and Arrow then stole the United States Title. Holly then makes his way down to the announcers table where he lays the belt in front of Mark Madden then climbs into the ring]
Lillian Garcia: And now his opponent, weighing in at 253 pounds. The man who made a shocking return just weeks ago, Sean Ransom!
[“Bawitaba” by Kid Rock plays throughout the arena, and Sean Ransom emerges from the back. He walks down to the ring acting like he owns the place. Ransom walks over to Mark Madden and grabs the United States title and hold it up high like he just won it as the fans begin booing. Ransom turns around and begins walking up the ramp with the United States title as Bob Holly looks on in the ring with a "what the fuck" kind of look.]
Jim Ross: Well it looks like Ransom got what he came here for.
Mark Madden: Thats right Ransom is going to go backstage and give the title back to it's rightful owner Gene Simmons. you have to respect this man.
Jim Ross: You know thats not what he's going to do Madden. All Ransom cares about is the title.
Joel Gertner: Wait, look at Holly!
[Holly jumps out of the ring and storms up the ramp spinning Ransom around and throwing some hard rights and lefts. Ransom drops the belt and stagers around with each punch Bob Holly throws. Bob Holly irish whips Ransom towards the ring, but Ransom loses his balance and falls rolling almost to the ring apron. Ransom climbs to his feet as Bob Holly runs at him and knocks him down with a stunning clothesline! Ransom crumples down to the floor like a sack of potatoes, but Holly isn't done yet. Holly picks Ransom up and gives him a powerful gorilla press slam! Now with Ransom on the ground, Holly begins to pound him with relentless lefts and rights. When Holly is sure that Ransom won't move any time soon, he climbs on to the ring apron and hits a flying leg drop! Holly lands hard right on Ransoms chest area. Ransom twitches in pain from this top rope maneuver. Holly rises back up to his feet and pulls Ransom back up by the hair to face him. Holly delivers the Holly-Caust followed by a series of elbow drops. Holly stands up and walks around the outside of the ring listening to the cheers of approval from the fans]
Jim Ross: Bob Holly really stopped Ransom in his tracks, but now he's wasting too much time.
Joel Gertner: I can't believe Lillian hit me, whats not to like? I am the Quintessential Studmuffin, and no man can top that.
Mark Madden: Yeah, well I'm the best looking big man on TV!
Joel Gertner: Shut up Madden, at least I wasn't called a fat ass!
Jim Ross: Both of you shut up and do your jobs, we have a match taking place!
[While Holly struts around the ring Ransom begins to move. Soon Ransom is back on his feet and climbing into the ring. Holly sees this and quickly jumps into the ring to try and cut off any offense that Ransom might have. Holly runs at Ransom attempting a clothes-line but is kicked in the gut by Ransom for his trouble. Bob Holly bends forward, and leaves himself open as Ransom sets him up for a pile driver. As Ransom tries to lift Holly off the ground he begins to have a little trouble. Holly takes this opportunity to lift Triple X off the ground with a back body drop. Ransom is back on the mat and not getting up, Holly insures this by pining Ransom down with his knees and throwing wild rights and lefts. Ransom is pined down and can't go anywhere. Holly stands up and begins stomping on Ransom out of anger. Ransom is out cold as Holly climbs the ropes. Holly, showing off some of the high flying skills he learned from friend Stevie D. jumps off the top rope with a basic body splash! Ransom curls up in a ball as he holds his chest in pain. Bob Holly stands and lifts Ransom back up, looking to end this one quickly. Holly again sets up the Holly-Caust, and connects successfully. Holly attempts to go for the pin, as the referee counts. 1…2…...3!]
Jim Ross: Holly did it! Holly did it! He's the number one contender to the United states title!
Mark Madden: Oh come on Ross, the ref counted fast, and you know it!
Jim Ross: Give it a break Madden! Hardcore Holly will move on to face Gene Simmons for the United States title!
Joel Gertner: You mean Gene Simmons will face Holly for the United States Title...
"Mean" Gene Okerland: - Gene Simmons, tonight you recive you very first shot at the NWO World Heavyweight title. You are going to face Shane Douglas and Triple H. Two men that I'm sure you have no love loss for, but both of these men have stated that they feel that you have no place in this match and that you should be opening this Pay Per View not Main Eventing in it. Any thoughts?
"The Dark Warrior" Gene Simmons: - What do you think Okerland? Like I'm really going to stand here while two over confident jackasses try to say that I'm out of their leage. Well Hunter, Douglas, I have news for both of your over grown egos, you might not think I am worthy enough to be in this match, but after tonight weather I win or lose you will have gained some respect for me. I am not some green rookie to walk in and demand a title shot first day and recive it. I am not some ovrsized bald jackass who spashed one hundred seventy three men before taking out the World champion in a matter of seconds. And I damn sure aren't an idiot with eyebrow orgasims who talked my way to the title. Incase you haven't noticed I have EARNED my spot in this match. I have beaten Shane Douglas, The Baltimore Assassin, Sting, and nameless other opponents. I am the only man who could beat Maxx Payne during his four months US title reign and not only did I beat him, but I ended his career. Yet you dare to say I am not worthy of graceing the same ring as the two of you? Tonight when you two assholes are counting the lights remember this... I might not look like the modle champion for the Net World Order, but I sure as hell have the tools to beat any man in this damn place with my eyes closed!
"Mean" Gene
Okerland:
- Speaking of assholes, the other night at a
house
show Bob Holly attacked you and Arrow in you locker room before one of
you matches, and then to top it off Holly stole the US
title...
"The Dark Warrior" Gene Simmons: - I'll admit this, Hardcore Sparky has a set, any man who has the guts to come after me like Holly did deserves a little respect, but not much for the simple fact that he is STUPID enough to come after me! Holly, I might win the World title tonight, but the US title is STILL MINE and I will come after your ass to get it back mark my words. Remember your not the true champion until you beat me, a feat you shall never acomplish my balding friend. Hell you couldn't even beat Maxx Payne when he was nothing but a fly spec in my world! None the less I do have a little friendly advise you you Hardcore, stay the Hell away from my match tonight. If you try to interfere in ANY WAY I will sic the dogs on your ass!
"Mean" Gene Okerland: - Well Gene I would...
"The Dark Warrior" Gene Simmons: - Shut up Okerland I didn't say I was finished! now back to you Shane. You said I wasn't forced into joining you and the UWF? Well no shit dumbass, Me and Bischoff created the damn thing! You were the lacky who just happened to carry the World Title. But after tonight I will be the new World Champion and I will show the fans exactly who the REAL FRANCHISE IS! As for Triple H. Hunter, for some odd reason you think Sting carried the team? Well I can tell you were too busy getting you D-X buddys DOGGY STYLE to pay attention to the matches, but all Sting ever did was sit in his corner, do his nails and wait for me to ware down the other guys, then his old crippled ass would come in and take all the glory! Thats all Sting was or ever will be a GLORY HOG! And tonight... tonight you will find that out first hand...
Mean" Gene Okerland: - Well... un back to you guys...
[Gene Simmons shoves Gene Okerland and walks off as the scene fades back to ringside]
Jim Ross: Good Gawd! What words from Gene Si-
[Suddenly, "Long, Hard Road out of Hell" by Maralyn Manson begins to play. The lights go out, and Lillian can be heard screaming soon thereafter. The lights flicker back on, with Gene Simmons in the ring, and Joel Gertner near Lillian's seat as she is heading up the rampway. Obviously, this cuts away from the ring introductions, as Triple H's music suddenly sounds. He passes by Lillian Garcia on the ramp, and heads towards the side of the ring. Just then, "Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple hits up, and Shane Douglas appears from the backstage area. Lillian Garcia runs to the back, and Joel returns to his seat as soon as the bell rings with all three men in the ring.]
Jim Ross: Don't you ever give up?
Joel Gertner: She'll learn to love me!
[Shane Douglas and Triple H run at each other and
begin
exchanging punches. Triple H hits a kidney shot on
Douglas and he drops to one knee. Gene Simmons climbs the turnbuckle
from
outside the ring and he missile drop
kicks Triple H. Gene Simmons begins going after Triple H but Shane
Douglas
grabs him by his hair and he
pulls him down on the ground and punches him in the face a few times.
Shane
picks Gene Simmons up and he
lifts him for a vertical suplex. Gene lands hard on his neck as Triple
H
waits behind Douglas as he stands
to his feet. Douglas turns around and Hunter meets him with a power
clotheline and Douglas flips off his feet and
lands on his shoulder. Hunter begins stomping Douglas's shoulder as
Gene
Simmons rolls out of the ring.
Shane Douglas rolls out of the ring to avoid anymore abuse and he backs
up
into Gene Simmons and gets a
strong reverse DDt. Triple H climbs the turnbuckle and he jumps... HHH
is
about to elbow drop Shane Douglas
but "The Franchise" rolls out of the way and a loud cracking sound is
heard
as Triple H hits the ground
elbow first. Gene Simmons pulls a table from under the ring and he
begins
setting it up.]
Jim Ross: Oh hell! Gene is pulling out a table!
Mark Madden: What do you think he is
going to
do with that?
Joel Gertner: I don't think he is going to have a tea party!
Mark Madden: Gene Simmons climbs the
turnbuckle from outside the ring!
Jim Ross: Gene Simmons looks like he is aiming for
Douglas...
Mark Madden: He jumps!
Jim Ross: Douglas caught him and Belly to belly'd him
through the table!
[Triple H gets to his feet as Shane Douglas runs at
him.
Triple H ducks the swing and uppercuts Douglas
Shane stumbles back and Triple H charges him. Douglas drops to his
stomach
and Triple H trips and hits elbow
first into the guard rail. Douglas stands up and he picks up Triple H,
Douglas rolls him in the ring.
Douglas puts him between his legs for a piledriver. Gene Simmons is on
the
top turnbuckle with a chair in his
hand. Gene jumps and swings the chair down but Triple H back body drops
Shane Douglas and gets the chair instead.
A loud metal sound echoes in the arena as Triple H's leg just give way
and
he drops to the ground.
Gene covers him...1 .....2 .....3 but Shane Douglas kicks Gene off of
Triple
H before the ref's hand hits the mat.
Gene rolls and he jumps up and they begin exchanging punches. Gene
Simmons
ducks a hook and he full nelson
slams Shane Douglas. Jeff Jarrett in his Chalupa outfit begins walking
down
to ringside as Gene Simmons dropkicks Shane Douglas.
Gene sees Chalupa entering the ring and he begins arguing with the ref.
Meanwhile some one else is entering the ring, with a guitar in
his hand. Jeff swings his guitar as Chalupa distracts Gene Simmons and
Gene
ducks it and it slams acrossed the ref's head.
Chalupa rolls out the ring and runs up the ramp as Jeff Jarrett and
Gene
Simmons begins brawling around the ring.]
Joel Gertner: Who the hell was that in the Chalupa outfit!?
Mark Madden: I knew he was a little big
to be
Jarrett!
Jim Ross: Well, something tells me the man behind
that
mask is the third member of Triple Threat!
Mark Madden: For once I agree with you
JR!
Jim Ross: Shane Douglas just nailed Gene with brass
knuckles!
Joel Gertner: Jarrett gives Gene the
stroke on
a steal chair!
Jim Ross: Douglas is making the cover!
Joel Gertner: Jeff is trying to wake up
the
ref...
Jim Ross: The Ref is up he's counting 1... 2....
Mark Madden: OH MY GOD!!! Gene got up!
He
kicked out!
Jim Ross: How the hell did he do that!?!
Mark Madden: I don't know but he is proving to be as good as he says!
[Jarrett slides out of the ring and Gene and Shane Douglas begin circling around the ring. Douglas begins the assault as he locks up and attempts a backslide pin. Gene Simmons counters it as he flips over Douglas's back and meets him with a DDt on the chair. Gene picks Douglas up but is met with a low blow, Douglas goes for a northern lights suplex but Gene hooks the leg. Douglas drops Gene with a drop toe hold and both men spring to their feet and run at each other. Gene launches forward and Shane Douglas hits him with a flipping arm bar. Shane Douglas throws Gene Simmons to the ropes and Shane ducks a leap by Gene Simmons. They come back off the ropes and Shane Douglas takes him off his feet with a forarm clothesline. Douglas goes for the pin but lets up after looking back and seeing no Triple H. Douglas begins looking around the outside of the ring but he sees no one. Gene gets up and he spinning heel kicks "The Franchise". Gene throws him to the ropes and Gene bounces off the other ropes and he hits a cross body block. Douglas trys to use the steal knuckles from earlier but the ref begins arguing with him. Gene bounces off the ropes behind the ref to attack Douglas but he gets smacked in the back with a sledge hammer. Triple H drops the sledge hammer and he rolls in the ring and he and Shane Douglas begin exchanging lefts and rights.]
Jim Ross: Wait, who is that coming down the rampway?
[With a chair in his hands, Neil Stylez slides into the ring, and nails the referee over the head with the chair.]
Joel Gertner: That referee's not having a good night! At this rate, he's gonna have his head knocked off!
[Neil Stylez turns around, and smacks Shane Douglas over the head with the chair. Jeff Jarrett and the man in the Chalupa outfit dart back into the ring, and start double-teaming Neil Stylez. They bring him to the outside, but the damage is done on Douglas. Triple H takes the advantage, and pedigrees Gene Simmons quickly. He covers Shane Douglas, and starts pounding the ground, even though the referee is still knocked out thanks to Neil Stylez.]
Mark Madden: This match should be over! Triple H is the champion, guys!
[Triple H gets up, and pulls the referee up to his feet violently. He throws the referee down to where Shane Douglas is laying, and covers him. The referee slowly counts 1...2...NO!]
Jim Ross: Chalupa just pulled Triple H out of the ring! And look at those two go at it!
Joel Gertner: Who is that, though? It can't be Jarrett this time. He's dueling it out with Neil Stylez still on the outside!
[Shane Douglas and Gene Simmons lay side by side on the mat, as the referee begins to count them out. Shane Douglas is the first to show movement, and crawls up to Gene Simmons, and covers him, using a little leverage from the middle rope.]
Jim Ross: No! He can't do that! 1...2...3! Aww, dammit!
Lillian Garcia: And the winner of this match, and still the Net World Order World Champion, Sha...
[The lights go out, cutting Lillian off. "Bad Blood" by The Ministry begins to play, as Shane Douglas stays in the ring, raising his World Championship in the air victoriously.]
Jim Ross: What on Earth is going on now? Bronson Brown said Maxx Payne isn't here tonight!
[Out from the back, Maxx Payne emerges with a microphone in his hand, and the flair of the entrance stops with the lights turning back on. Maxx lifts the microphone to his mouth, and begins to speak.]
Maxx Payne: It seems that everyone in the Net World Order is a comedian. From Bronson Brown in the beginning of tonight's show, to this joke of a victory from Shane Douglas, it seems everyone wants to be the funny man of the company. So Douglas, I'm ending the laughter right now, and I'm restarting this match. And to make sure we don't have any more jokes around the ring, I am demanding Jeff Jarrett, Neil Stylez, Chalupa, Debra, Francine, and Chyna away from this ring, and barred from it until this match is over! Now ring that bell, and give me a real main event!
[The bell rings, and the referee carries through Maxx Payne's orders, directing everyone away from ringside. This doesn't stop them from brawling on the stage, as Debra and Francine double-team Chyna, and Jarrett and Chalupa double-team Neil Stylez. Inside the ring, Shane Douglas is facing the stage where Maxx Payne was standing, until he is rolled up with a schoolboy from Triple H. The referee counts 1...2..NO! Gene Simmons stops the count.]
Mark Madden: This isn't fair, JR! Shane won the match fair and square!
[Simmons backs up a little bit, and blows fire straight into Triple H's face. Triple H falls back down to the mat, as Shane Douglas escapes the ring. He dives under the ring, and Gene Simmons chases after him. Gene lifts the ring apron up, and is met with the gas from a fire extinguisher. Shane drops the fire extinguisher on Gene Simmons, and goes back into the ring. He is met by Triple H, who quickly throws him to the ropes. Triple H kicks Shane in the gut, and goes for the pedigree. Shane Douglas acts quickly, and delivers a low blow to Helmsely using his head. Triple H releases Douglas, and crouches over, as Shane hits him with the Pittsburgh Plunge. Shane Douglas covers Helmsely, and the referee counts 1...2...3!]
Mark Madden: He did it again! Shane Douglas successfully kept his World Title!
[Suddenly, a group breaks through from the fighting on the stage, and dashes into the ring, and starts attacking Shane Douglas. Triple X, Damien, The Undertaker, and Justin Sane join Gene Simmons in the post-match beating. Jeff Jarrett sees this, and runs down to the ring, picking up a guitar from under the ring before getting in. Jarrett swings his guitar, breaking it over the head of Gene Simmons. The rest of Gene Simmons' gang runs out of the ring just in time to avoid any further guitar shots.
The Baltimore Assassin: Last year, my new years
resolution
was to win the NWO World Heavyweight title. So it happened, and this year... my new years resolution is to win it
again... but before I go on,
I think I should address these men that just gave it their everything
for my
title.
You see Triple H you did beat me at one point in time, back when I was
barely a main eventer, when my biggest title was a United States title
but then I got better with time, and I've become the most extreme
fighter
in the Net World Order... I won the Net World Order World title and I
beat
your ass like a red headed step child! Even after Neil Stylez
interfered
I beat you, you may have gotten three moves on me in the entire match I
beat
Hogan and I beat Shane Douglas and I beat you... That leaves me as the
top
man in the NWO, but Douglas beat me for my NWO World Heavyweight title
with
the help of a big he-she, no not Chyna, Im talking about Olga and a
fleet
of the Hell's Angels all against me... So Triple H is not my problem, I
can
and will beat him... when the time is right, but now I have to settle
the
score with Shane Douglas, I have to beat him to become the man again
and mark my words I will become the man again... But when Hunter Hurst
Hemsley
begins bringing up something that happened almost a year ago, I have to
go
back
a month ago when I kicked his ass ! I didn't even have to make it
extreme in
this match, I just straight up wrestled him... Im not even a wrestler
Im
a street fighter and I beat him at his own game, you see I have played
the
game
and I have beat the game, I've won the game and now it's time to play
my
game...
... Maxx Payne.... yeah I know, Maxx has been out for my blood forever,
ever
since
I took his United States title back in the day, Maxx is so pissed at me
for what? I'll tell you, he hates me cause he ain't me! Maxx can't beat
me.
We've fought three matches and the closes he came to beating me was a
draw... Maxx since I left you have taunted everyone that has ever been
on my side or has my blood inside... So here we are in my hometown of
Baltimore City and here I make my return! Maxx Payne, you swear revenge
on
me
by making everyone who has ever been aligned with me's live a living
hell
but Maxx lets look at the list, you have Neil, Douglas, Jarrett,
Jericho,
Syzurz, Triple H, Gene Simmons, and yourself... Your obsessed with me
Maxx sure set it up nice, marked the Pay Per View in Baltimore, my
hometown
he set it all up, he knew I would return in my hometown... Maxx you got
your
wish, now what about mine! What will you set me up for next Maxx!? Will
it be a Hell in the Cell with "The Chosen One" Jeff Jarrett who was at
one
time an enemy and yes we have been in plenty of fights we've never had
a
one on one match, or does Maxx want me to fight with Gene Simmons... I
served him
up in his first match in the Net World Order and he hasn't beat me...
Pick
something Maxx, after all I am once again one of your pawns! What be
warned
Rebellion runs wild and Revolution is for certain, this pawn is a
Renegade...
["Bad Blood" begins playing and Maxx Payne walks out
to the
rampway as The
Baltimore Assassin stands in the ring watching Maxx Payne walking out]
Maxx Payne: Assassin, you think that you can just come in and out of the Net World Order any time you like. You think that this company is some kind of a revolving door that you can play around in, and you think that you can get whatever you want just because you appear. Things don't work that way, Assassin. You play by my rules, and my rules say that once you leave, you start over again like any ordinary rookie. Of course, that's saying that you even are permitted back in my ring... which you are not. Which leads me to ask, what the hell do you think you're doing in my ring?
The Baltimore Assassin: What the hell do you think I'm
doing you silly
old bastard! What I do best... Busting heads, and pissing people off!
Maxx Payne: Yeah... what you do best. Maybe back in the day, when someone actually gave a damn about The Baltimore Assassin, you were able to bust heads, or piss people off. But as for right now, I am the Net World Order. You are a mere face in the cloud, playing my game.
The Baltimore Assassin: I'm sorry I think your
mistaking me
for someone
that gives a tumbling F**K!!! Face it Maxx, I am without a doubt your
top
fighter and no one else can say the same about themselves! Look I
entertain
the audience better than anyone here... Look Triple X and Undertaker
are out
giving Pamela Paulshock an orgazism by touching her head, why the hell
go
through
all that trouble, six months ago I gave her an orgazism in the
Janitor's
closet!
If your gonna do it, do it right! Oh and I seen Triple X's kiss with
Pamela.
X-Man... I have a question for ya... How'd my dick taste, because when
you
kissed Pamela, all you could do is clean up my evidence I am the best
fighter you
have... I haven't been honestly beat since I fought... Hell it was so
long
ago I can't remember!
You had to cheat with Neil "I think I'm The Baltimore Assassin" Stylez!
Douglas
couldn't take me without the help of Olga and the Hell's Angels! Triple
H
can talk
about how he beat me in the old days when the biggest title I held was
Tag,
but
Steve Austin got his ass kicked by Barry Horiwitz before he became WWF
World
Champion! If any of you
know who oddyseus was, you know that he left his thrown and his wife to
go
on a journey. But the long wait
he came back to see his wife and his kingdom was being taken away by
contenders to his wife. Well guess what?
Odyseus is back baby! And I will take back whats mine! The Net World
Order
World Heavyweight title! So remember it's been
your pleasure!
[The Baltimore Assassin throws the mic over his shoulder and he exits
the
ring and leaves through the audience, as Shane Douglas and Jeff Jarrett join him on the ramp, flashing the Triple Threat sign.]
Maxx Payne: You three can play your little games all that you'd like, because the fact of the matter is that The Baltimore Assassin is no longer welcome in my wrestling ring. As far as I'm concerned, you can consider renaming your Triple Threat to a Gruesome Two-some. Whether you like it or not, the days of The Baltimore Assassin are dead and buried!
[With that, Maxx Payne leaves to the sounds of "Bad Blood" by The Ministry, as the Pay-Per-View comes to a close.]
[The NWO Tron flickers on
from
static. The numbers 01.01.01 hits the screen and a clock counting
down to the new millennium begins to proceed. "Perfect People" by
Pennywise
begins to play and the audience begins going wild with cheers and
"Assassin"
chants.
Shane Douglas slides out of the ring and he and Jarrett exit the arena
as
Gene Simmons is laid out and Triple H is standing in the ring waiting
for
The Baltimore Assassin.
The Baltimore Assassin comes in through the audience and he climbs up
the
turnbuckle as Triple H stares in confusion over why the audience is
cheering
so loudly.
The Baltimore Assassin perched on the turnbuckle smiles as Triple H
turns
around and gets a bio-flip off the turnbuckle. The Baltimore Assassin
and
Triple H begins brawling, throwing lefts, rights, uppercuts and hooks.
The Baltimore Assassin clotheslines Triple H out of the ring and Triple
H
begins walking up the ramp as The Baltimore Assassin stands in the ring
soaking in the glory. The Baltimore Assassin
picks up a microphone and begins to speak.