[The camera takes life in the Centrum, in Worschester, MA. After the pyro goes off, the Friday Night Overdrive music plays, and the camera swirls around to see the fans of the jam-packed arena, the camera faces the two announcers in their booths, Jim Ross and Jerry "The King" Lawler.]
ROOKIES MATCH
Nick Cage vs. Johnny "Bad" Blood
Jim Ross: What a card we have planned for you tonight! Let’s start off right away, with two of the Net World Order’s newest superstars, Johnny “Bad” Blood and Nick Cage!
Lillian Garcia: Coming to the ring at this time he is the newest member of the Net World Order, Nick Cage!
[Nick Cage’s music is blared over the PA system to a huge pop from the crowd. Cage comes out from the back. He makes his way to the ring and climbs the top rope.]
Lillian Garcia: And his opponent, he is Johnny “Bad” Blood!
[Pyro explodes at the stage as "Johnny’s music is heard. The fans boo as Blood comes out. He makes a slow paced walk to the ring and slides in.]
Jerry “The King” Lawler: What a match this will be!
Jim Ross: There's a body slam by Nick!
[Nick drops to the mat to hook on a arm bar submission. The ref checks. Blood doesn't quit. Nick Cage releases the hold. Johnny Blood gets up and goes for a clothesline. ]
Jim Ross: Cage ducks the clothesline, and delivers a Russian leg sweep!
Jerry “The King” Lawler: This guy is not impressive at all, JR! Cage is just getting a couple lucky shots in, that’s all!
Jim Ross: Yeah right, King! Cage is a fine athlete!
[ Nick Cage picks Blood up and sends him into the ropes. He comes back and Nick kicks him in the gut, following it up with a massive powerbomb.]
Jerry “The King” Lawler: Aah!
Jim Ross:Nick Cage has Blood where he wants him, and... Oh damn! He just drove him straight to hell with that piledriver!
[ Nick Cage picks Johnny Blood up and whips him into the ropes. ]
Jim Ross: Reversed by Blood. Swinging chokeslam by Blood! He goes for the pin 1...2. Oh kick out by Nick Cage!
[ They both get up at the same time, and they trade a couple punches. Nick suddenly rakes Johnny Blood's eyes. Nick Cage hits a DDT. He goes to the top turnbuckle. Maxx jumps off the turnbuckle with a elbow drop. ]
Jim Ross: Elbow drop! Nick Cage is really dominating, here.
Jerry “The King” Lawler: You’re damn right JR!
[ Nick Cage applies a Boston Crab on Johnny Blood. ]
Jim Ross: I don't see how Blood can stand this. He's getting an ass whipping he'll never forget. The ref is checking to see if he’ll quit.
Jerry “The King” Lawler: I don't think Johnny Blood will give. He’s too tough!
[ Nick Cage releases the hold, and picks up Blood. ]
Jim Ross: Cage going for a suplex. But, he turns it into a cradle suplex. 1...2 kick out!
Jerry “The King” Lawler: Nope! I told you, Blood is too tough!
Jim Ross: Then why can’t he show it in this match, tonight?
Jerry “The King” Lawler: JR! How dare you! Blood is just having an off night!
Jim Ross: Well, King it's my opinion.
[ Nick Cage has Johnny Blood up and into a piledriver. He goes for the win 1...2.. Blood kicks out again. ]
Jim Ross: Gawd! Does Blood ever give up?
Jerry “The King” Lawler: I guess not, JR!
[Cage has Blood up, and he lifts him in the air.]
Jim Ross: Man, what a powerbomb from Nick Cage!
Jerry “The King” Lawler: It has to be over now, 1...2...3! That’s it! Nick Cage has finally snatched his first win in the Net World Order!
Jim Ross: Johnny Blood didn’t stand a chance. Hell, I don’t know if he can return to the ring after taking such a brutal beating, King!
Jerry “The King” Lawler: Hey, JR. Quiet down. I'm getting word that "Stone Cold" Steve Austin is going to be sharing some words with us backstage.
Jim Ross: I thought you couldn't stand The Rattlesnake, King.
Jerry “The King” Lawler: I can't, but anything's better than listening to you all day!
( The scene is at Friday
nightjust moments away from the revenge match as throughout all night
the one big question has been, where the hell is Stone Cold Steve
Austin, NWO cameras, staff or fans have not seen him enter the arena yet, was
he attacked, broke down or what. Then a loud truck noise is made in
the wrestlers parking area as Stone Colds monster trucks runs right over
HHH's DX express transportation home. Stone Cold jumps out and throws
a sledge hammer as he picks it up and walks towards the arena as the
match is a few minutes away as Michael Cole runs up to him before going
to the arena.)
Cole: Stone Cold Steve Austin, where the hell
have you been, you have a match in a few short minutes and you just
arrived and raided all over DX'S car!
Austin: Well, I was out there looking for my
damn keys to my monster truck so I could piss off HHH a little bit, hell
even if that bastard is here. But I couldnt find my damn keys and then
I got delayed cause the DX express car got in my way so I just
bulldozed over than son of a bitch and now I am here and ready to go kick some
ass. So Hunter, your probly in your dressing room calling up a taxi or
rental car, or hell even bitching and moaning about what has just
happened here since the thing you do best is bitch and cry about everything.
You see as the few weeks are going by you have beem gaining your main
event status, but believe me, you are about ready to start your journey
all the way back towards the bottom and that all starts tonight. First
you win your shot at the NWO World Title now here in about 5 minutes
you are going to blow up your chance of keeping your pride and hell you
might just eat part of my Austin 3:16 sledge hammer while you are!
at it. I brought it just for you.
You see my plan is to just shove this sledge hammer in your face a
few times, and then shove it directly up your ass a few times, then
while you are knocked out bleeding and crying as some EMt's come out for
you, Old Stone Cold will be climbing up that ladder and and continuing
to climb up the rankins. Then shut up everyone who thought that I
shouldnt be granted this match.
Cole: Well you better be ready cause you are
taunting HHH and really probly just pissed him off, you better be careful
or he will beat your ass.
Austin: Oh boo hoo, "The Game" will wipe the
tears out of your eyes and stop bitching and come to the ring and fight
the last match of your career, why the last match of your career?
Because the whole NWO is calling on me Stone Cold to beat the living hell
out of you and to snap your body into about 4 no wait 5 pieces.
Cole: Well, Stone Cold, the fued between you all
has really gotten good between the day it was announced and tonight it
will all unravel, will you Stone Cold or will HHH go on to have all the
bragging rights over one another?
Austin: Use your damn head Michael, over the
past damn week I have been here saying and talking about how bad I am
going to beat his ass, and how I am going to end the career of that
jackass, so what response do you think I am going to give to the question.
Of course its going to be Stone Cold Steve Austin winning, as far as I
am concerned, HHH can go drink a beer, get my hammer, do whatever the
hell he wants, but he just wont win.
Dont worry, I dont think that DX will be interfering in this match,
because if they do, I dont think that Iy will even matter because they
are just a bunch of pussywipers so there will be no excuses when Stone
Cold whips your ass. Now I know DX doesnt give a damn about what Stone
Cold says, I know HHH probly can kick my ass if and only if they
interfere its not my fault, I didnt ask for their help, but.. if they come to
the ring there may be a preview of what Stone Cold vs HHH would be,
because we will get it on. And thats all I got to say about that.
Cole: The previous match with the NWO has just
ended so after the commercial break its you and Hunter, this match will
prove to be who is the better man and you have beat him before but this
time you are fighting him for his obsession of the title.
Austin: Hell, obsession isnt a very good thing
to get into when you are fighting Stone Cold while hes obsessed with
getting it. He is a wreck since he does have the NWO World Title so how
do you think you will feel when I kill you in the match and you will
have to live the rest of your career in the NWO waking up tomorrow morning
knowing that you arent even a match for Austin 3:16 himself? Well you
better be prepared to face those facts because Stone Cold gurantees a
victory here tonight, and I have guranteed it since I read on the plane
the card of tonight's show!
By the way, me and Jim Ross would like to apologize to The King, we
didnt know that fat son of a bitch fell on his ass and got left behind,
while we were out drinking beer last night, hell maybe you should be
hooking up with HHH because HHH is going to get held up tonight from
getting the revenge he wants, hell what would be the point of him beating
me tonight anyways cause Austin 3:16 says time for talking is over, lets
do this thing right now. Afterall, after all the time I have been in
the NWO, if I have learned one thing, its that HHH is not near main
event status and he should be where I was last weak, competeing for the
lower titles so he could actually win a match.
Now its time for Austin 316 to go whoop some ass, so with that
Michael Cole, here are my last words to "The Game". You can bitch all you
want, cry all you want, or you can be a man, but it doesnt matter
because hee in a few minutes it will be your time and it is now Ole Stone
Colds time to open up a can of whoop ass on a jackass red headed son of a
bitch, and that is HHH or "The Gane", or whoever that big goof may be.
Hunter may be the favorite, but all the fans and everyon else are
rooting for me, and I gurandamntee that they wont be dissapointed, and I
will bet all my beer that they will all be shocked when I am the one in
the ring kicking HHH's ass, not that sorry son of a bitch that calls
himself HHH AND THATS THE BOTTOM LINE CAUSE STONE COLD SAID SO!
REVENGE MATCH
Triple H vs. "Stone Cold" Steve Austin
[Right after Austin's words, Triple H appears with a pipe in hand, and strikes Austin from behind. Austin falls forward, and the match begins. The NWO-tron struggles to keep with Triple H and Steve Austin backstage, as fans continually get in the way, eventually causing the camera to lose the two men. The NWO-tron shuts off, and the camera goes to Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler.]
Jerry "The King" Lawler: Well, JR, what are we going to do now? We can't see what action is going on backstage!
Jim Ross: I guess we'll have to get back to them later, because right now, we have a Television Title match to worry about! Jack Jacobs and Sean Ransom are coming up next!
TELEVISION TITLE MATCH
Sean Ransom vs. Jack Jacobs
Lillian Garcia: The first match up is set for one fall, and is for the Net World Order Television Championship! Introducing the challenger, from Scottsdale, Arizona. Standing 6 foot 11 inches, weighing in at 356 pounds. Sean Ransom!!!!!
[ “Bawitaba” is heard over the PA system and Sean Ransom walks out in black leather pants with a black t-shirt. He has on black wrist tape and black boots. Ransom comes down to the ring and steps over the top rope and waits for Jack Jacobs.]
Lillian Garcia: Now, introducing the champion. From the country of Canada, he is Jack Jacobs!
[ Jack Jacobs’ music is heard. Jack Jacobs comes out from the back with his title over his shoulder. Jack Jacobs has a serious look as he stares down Ransom in the ring. Jack Jacobs runs down and slides in the ring and the bell sounds. ]
Jim Ross: We’re underway for the Television Title! The hook up, Jack Jacobs whipped into the ropes. Nice reversal into a swinging DDT by Jack Jacobs!
[ Ransom is down and Jack Jacobs is up. Jack Jacobs does a jump in the air and lands on his back on Sean Ransom’s gut with an elbowdrop. Jack Jacobs quickly gets up again and does a quick leg drop right across Sean’s neck. Jack Jacobs goes for the pin, 1… kick out. Jack Jacobs gets Ransom up and goes for a whip. Ransom reverses and when Jack Jacobs comes back, Ransom clotheslines him. Ransom picks Jack Jacobs up and body slams him. Ransom hits a two leg drops, then gets him up and does a piledriver. ]
Jerry “The King” Lawler: Man, Sean Ransom is beating the living sh…
Jim Ross: Watch it, King!
Jerry “The King” Lawler: But he is!
Jim Ross: I know he is.
Jerry “The King” Lawler: Jack Jacobs better get up and get up quick. We can’t see degeneration-X losing any belts.
Jim Ross: Man, Sean Ransom just dropped Jack Jacobs on his throat over the top turnbuckle.
[ Ransom sets Jack Jacobs up in the turnbuckle and hits him with a forearm. Ransom hits Jack Jacobs with several forearms. Ransom then puts his boot up and chokes him. Ransom, then lets go after the ref counts to four and Sean Ransom hits Jack Jacobs with about 4 knees into the mid-section. Ransom whips Jack Jacobs into the opposite turnbuckle. Ransom runs toward Jack Jacobs but Jack Jacobs jumps up on the turnbuckle real fast and jumps over Ransom. Ransom hits the turnbuckle and Jack Jacobs runs toward him and hits a jumping splash. Jack Jacobs whips Ransom into the turnbuckle and runs and hits another splash. Jack Jacobs sets Ransom on the top rope and does a superplex. Jack Jacobs quickly goes to the turnbuckle that Sean Ransom’s ribs are facing. He climbs and does a body splash and goes for the win, 1…2.. kick out. ]
Jim Ross: Kick out by Ransom, this match is one of the best Television Title matches I’ve ever saw!
Jerry “The King” Lawler: Maybe, but let’s not forget the match that Jack Jacobs won the title in. He nearly killed Dex Holland!
Jim Ross: That was a great match too, King.
[ Jack Jacobs gets Ransom in the corner and climbs to the top. He grabs Ransom’s neck and hops over him, slamming him down with the Speed Limit! Jack Jacobs goes back to the top and connects with an elbowdrop and goes for a pin, 1..2 kick out. Jack Jacobs pulls Ransom towards to turnbuckle. Jack Jacobs thrusts into Ransom, and starts going after his knees. Ransom falls forward, and Jack Jacobs hooks the leg in a pin. 1…2.. kick out. Jack Jacobs gets Ransom up and sets him up in the turnbuckle. Jack Jacobs flips Ransom upside down, locking his legs on the top. He runs back, and then slides to ransom with a baseball slide to the face. Ransom falls forward and applies a figure-four leg-lock.]
Jim Ross: Good Gawd! I think this may be it right here!
[ Ransom reaches for the ropes, but can’t quite make it as Jacobs squirms backwards. Ransom reaches desperately before simply collapsing from the pain. The referee notices Ransom’s shoulders are down, and begins making the count. 1…2…3! The bell rings, and Jack Jacobs is declared the winner.]
Jim Ross: Why isn’t Jacobs letting go of the hold, King?
[ Jack Jacobs intensifies the hold, with Ransom still out cold from the pain of it all. Referees try to pry Jacobs off of Ransom, but to no avail. Jacobs applies more and more pressure until a snap is heard. At which the referees forcefully pull Jacobs away from Ransom. ]
Jim Ross: Good Gawd! That was the single most disgusting sound I’ve ever heard! Sean Ransom’s career may very well have ended in Jack Jacobs’ hands!
Jerry “The King” Lawler: Wow! Jacobs sure knows how to win a match, doesn’t he, JR? Ha ha!
Lillian Garcia: The winner of this match and still Net World Order Television Champion, Jack Jacobs!
Jim Ross: Well, King, it looks like we're headed to the back again, this time to hear some words from Triple X. We'll hear from him right after this.
{Commercial}
(We've just
come back from a commercial break here on Friday Night Overdrive. The
camera cuts from a commercial for Lugz boots, the Overdrive broadcast
goes backstage in the arena, in front of a large metal fence, with NWO
logos scattered around. Standing by, is the Net World Order's own
interviewing beauty, miss Pamela Paulshock. Pamela is wearing a short, tight,
black skirt, with a white tank top, and a light-weight, pink sweater on
top, with her blonde hair tied back in a bun. While she fixes her
microphone, fellow NWO employee, Mark Madden, comes strolling down the
aisle.)
[ ~
Pamela Paulshock ~ ] - Hi Mark!
[ ~
Mark Madden ~ ] - Hey Pam, Good luck with the interview... heh, you'e
gonna need it!
(Madden begins to laugh.)
[ ~
Pamela Paulshock ~ ] - What's that supposed to mean?
[ ~
Mark Madden ~ ] - Well, you do know who you're going to talk to, don't
you?
[ ~
Pamela Paulshock ~ ] - Oh no, not...
(Madden interupts her.)
[ ~
Mark Madden ~ ] - Yup, good ol' Triple X! Ha Ha!!
[ ~
Pamela Paulshock ~ ] - Mark, you gotta help me with this, I can't
interview that man! You saw what he did, I haven't been here for weeks and
I'm just starting to get back into my old habits.
[ ~
Mark Madden ~ ] - What would that be? Flirting with the Demonic Duo?
HaHaHaHa!!
[ ~
Pamela Paulshock ~ ] - I'm serious Mark... oh no, here he comes...
(Triple X comes walking down the aisle slowly, he's wearing a large black
trench coat, similar to what The Undertaker wears on days he's not
expected to come to perform. In addition, Triple X has nicely fitting black
tank top on, with thin, green shoulder and neck collars. Though not
visible, on the back it says "Insurance" in green letters with a white
outline. Finally, his wrists are taped up, his black boots are on, as well
as his knee pads, and after fixing his black pants around, he pulls out
a pair of black sunglasses from his coat pocket and puts them on.)
[ ~
Mark Madden ~ ] - Where are you go...
(Right when Triple X is about to stand beside her, Pamela throws the
microphone to Mark Madden and runs into someone's locker room.)
[ ~ Triple X ~ ] - I wonder what that was all about? Heh..
[ ~
Mark Madden ~ ] - Great, she sees you, and leaves me to handle this.
Reeeeal considerate. And I didn't even finish my damn doughnut.
Geez...
[ ~ Triple X ~ ] - Madden, I came here to cut an interview, so let's do
it quickly, or else you're doughnut won't be the only thing that's
about to be finished...
(Madden nods his head and tosses the unfinished doughnut into a nearby
garbage pail.)
[ ~
Mark Madden ~ ] - X-Man, what do you have to say about the recent words
from Dominic Marzetti?
[ ~ Triple X ~ ] - I could have sworn I covered that last night...
[ ~
Mark Madden ~ ] - Well, just say somthing else... remember, I'm just a
fill in.
[ ~ Triple X ~ ] - Shut up Madden...
[ ~
Mark Madden ~ ] - Yes sir...
(Triple X looks around, and answers.)
[ ~ Triple X ~ ] - Quite frankly, whatever is said, is completely
irrelevant to tonight. What happens will happen, and what is going to
happen, is Triple X spreading the destruction once more. Dominic, first and
foremost, any title you've held before doesn't mean a damn thing when
you're in the presence of The X-Man. Those titles, are nothing more than
pieces of tin that managed to find their way around your waist. It's
sad that someone could wander around aimlessly for years and manage to
only come up with what you have now in the Net World Order. It's sad that
you know you've wasted a lifetime, yet you do nothing about it. But
most of all Marzetti, it's sad that you care so much about that title,
when more important things are at stake. Like your life. You see Dominic,
time and time again, people make the mistake of wandering into The
X-Man's realm, thinking they can walk away unharmed and the winner, but
they KNOW they can't. You said the futility of your efforts has pissed!
you off. Well, Dom, don't look for tonight to stop that streak of
futility. Tonight, will only be another page in that book. You won't be
living comfortably in the next ten years Dom. After tonight, you'll spend
the next ten years, maybe even the rest of your pathetic life in a
hospital bed, watching the NWO broadcasts and having to call a nurse in to
hand you your bed pan. To say you're going to be crippled isn't saying
much. It's been done. Tonight, I make an example out of you. Plain, and
simple Marzetti.
(Mark
Madden swallows, and wipes some sweat off of his forehead with his
jacket sleeve. He continues.)
[ ~
Mark Madden ~ ] - Triple X, I've heard some backstage comments from
people, who as usual, shall remain nameless, (Madden moves out of the way and
motions with his lips the name Dominic, obviously trying to stir up more
heat between the two competitors.) that unlike yourself, Dominic Marzetti
and The Rock had to work their way up from the bottom of the pile. Any
response to that?
[ ~ Triple X ~ ] - It's funny you should ask that Madden, and it's
funny people said that. I don't realize what you had to go through? Ha.
Dom, Rock, you obviously need to go research your opponents a little
better. Ware houses, lumber yards, all for money, I've done it all. I've
been so far down, being at the bottom is paradise compared to it. If you
want to go ahead talking about your shit life style, then go ahead, just
not in the Net World Order. Cry me a (censored) river. If you can't take the ups
and downs that life throws at you, then how the (censored) do you expect to
walk away from our match tonight? Perhaps you haven't seen my "work."
Ignorance is another thing, but I wont get into that tonight. What I do,
is I hurt people. Bottom line. You don't want to get hurt? Then sit
down, and shut up, or better yet, get the hell out. I'm not your
psychiatrist here to listen to your crap. That's the reason that myself and The
Undertaker are atop the NWO Tag-Team rankings for yet another time, and
why I'm soon to be the one to face Jack Jacobs for the Television
title. What you have gone through in life, from the different arenas to a
freak show, won't be half as bad as what you go through for twenty
some-odd minutes in that ring tonight. Tonight, your previous titles have no
meaning. Tonight, you and The Rock realize why I am who I am. Why I do
what I do. And especially, WHY I can do it.
[ ~
Mark Madden ~ ] - Now, X-Man, any other words to either one of your
opponents, we're kinda running out of time.
[ ~ Triple X ~ ] - Let's get one thing straight Madden. We're done,
when I SAY we're done. As far as I'm concerned, The Rock is no where near
elite as so many of the fans like to call him. If he was, he wouldn't
have gone down so easily time and time again. You see, at one point or
another, The Rock could be somewhat respected as a quality wrestler.
Now, he's just plain garbage. Had he been elite, he would have been in my
position for the past few months. Had he been elite, he would have been
doing all the damage, being responsible for all the carnage that has
gone on for the past few months. But looking around, the blood stains,
the broken limbs, the shatters dreams, broken hearts, all that damage,
all that destruction was caused by us, myself and The Undertaker. You
will face me tonight Marzetti, Rocky. But defeat will not be in the
equation for myself. The defeat comes with you two, at the hands, of the
Corporate Insurance Policy. No one else, is not a factor tonight, espec!
ially the AKI. With all due respect, all they need to do, is stand in
the corner like a group of good boys, and let me do what I do best. So
it shall be written...
(Looks down at the nervous Mark Madden.)
[ ~ Triple X ~ ] - So it shall be DONE.
(Triple X wipes his nose for a second, they then shove the camera and walk
away. As the camera man recovers, he catches Madden's final words before
cutting to the next match...)
[ ~ Mark Madden ~ ] - Dick...
SINGLES MATCH
"The Chosen One" Jeff Jarrett vs. The Baltimore Assassin
[As TBA’s name is announced by the ring announcer but no music plays. The ring announcer calls for TBA once again but still does not get a response. The arena remains silent, as they try to figure out what is going on. Suddenly, both TBA and Jeff Jarrett emerge from the back carrying steel chairs! Both men look fairly angered and march right to the ring, no strutting or anything. The two men enter into the ring and unfold their chairs. TBA who is wearing his TBA airbrushed pants and a Triple Threat shirt plops down onto the chair. Double J grabs the mic out of the ring announcers hand and pushes them aside. Double J has on his black jeans and a “Chosen One” cut off t-shirt. Jarrett still is hauling around his coveted Mexican Championship with him. Jarrett plops into his chair as the fans grow restless, booing and tossing debris into the ring. The camera focuses on Jarrett, who begins to speak.]
Jeff Jarrett: Isn’t it funny how when you are sitting on top of the world that people seem to be unable to deal with it? In this ring stands the current #1 contenders to the Net World Order Tag Team championship and the best thing that Maxi-Pad can think of is to put us in a match against one another?? What The Fuck is up with that??
[TBA takes a mic out of his pocket]
The Baltimore Assassin: This is a clear attempt by the NWO front office to bring tention to the most feard stable in wrestling today, The TRIPLE THREAT! After the SCREW OVER of our champion “The Franchise” Shane Douglas, CEO Payne is trying to seal the coffin by signing this match. Well folks we regret to tell you, but this match is NOT going to happen!
Jeff Jarrett: Instead, we are going to use this Television airtime to discuss our upcoming match at the Net World Order PPV with Impure Authority, a couple of low-lifes running around with a little gold around their waist. I hope you boys were watching really close when we dismanteled Neil Stylez and Jack Jacobs a short time ago. That Is only a preview of the tourture that we plan on letting you punks go through!
The Baltimore Assassin: We did not even have our “A” game with us against those two fools because there is no way that match should have last more than thirty seconds! We plan on the thirty second treatment with the current Champions at the PPV! And when the smoke clears, we will be TWO TIME Net World Order tag champs!
[Both men stand up to a pile of trash in the ring. Double J grabs a wad of trash and tosses it out to the first few rows who reply by telling him he is “number 1” As both men begin to sit back down, Impure Authority slides into the ring from the outside. They snuck through the crowd! Triple X lines up behind TBA as the Undertaker sizes up Double J. As the Triple Threat members sit, Impure Autority attacks them from behind, they never saw it coming! All four men begin to brawl as security quickly interveins and pulls them apart.]
Jim Ross: What a mess this has turned out to be, King! And our camera's apparently have caught up with Triple H and "Stone Cold" Steve Austin backstage, still battling each other for a pin here tonight!
Jerry "The King" Lawler: You must be joking! That's been well over 20 minutes already, then! These two must really want their win badly!
[The NWO-tron turns on again, and shows Triple H and Steve Austin doing battle in the kitchen backstage. Steve Austin grabs a pan, and smashes it over Triple H's head. He goes for the cover, and the referee counts, 1...2...NO! Steve Austin throws Triple H to a wall, and then follows him with a lariat. Triple H falls to the ground again, as Steve Austin begins laying the boots to him. Steve Austin hastily picks Triple H to his feet, and throws him in the camer's direction. Triple H hits right into the camera, knocking it to the ground, and sending it into static. At that, the NWO-tron cuts off.]
Jim Ross: Good Gawd, King! It looks like Steve Austin is completely dominating thus far! We need to get another camera back there, quickly! Someone get back there, now!
Jerry "The King" Lawler: What's the rush, JR? I'd much rather see the triple threat match between Triple X, Dominic Marzetti, and The Rock, coming up next!
NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP TO THE TELEVISION TITLE
Dominic Marzetti vs. Triple X vs. The Rock
Lillian Garcia: The following triple threat match is set for one fall, and is for the number one contendership to the TV Title. Introducing first, he is a former Hardcore Champion of the Net World Order, he is Dominic Marzetti!
[Dominic Marzetti’s music begins to play, as he begins to make his way down to the ring.]
Lillian Garcia: The second man in this match, he is one-half of the Tag Team Champions, Triple X!
[“Master of Puppets” by Metallica begins to play, as Triple X makes his way to the ring. Dominic Marzetti decides to start this match early, attacking Triple X on the way down.]
Jerry “The King” Lawler: This is great, JR. These two aren't even waiting for The Rock his ring entrance!
Jim Ross: King, aren't you worried about Dominic Marzetti right about now? Triple X is really starting to lay it to him!
Jerry “The King” Lawler: Why should I care about Dominic Marzetti? He’s a nobody!
[Triple X hits Dominic Marzetti with a double-underhook powerbomb, and tries to put the match away early with a 1…2… suddenly, the referee stops counting as The Rock’s music finally plays over the loudspeakers. The Rock comes running down to the ring, ready to do some damage to Triple X and Marzetti.]
Jim Ross: It's about time! The Rock could have missed the match entirely if he didn’t come out now!
[Dominic Marzetti is now back to his feet, as he knocks down Triple X with a jumping spin kick. Marzetti goes for the cover, and the referee counts 1....2...NO! The Rock grabs the ref by his leg and pulls him out of the way. The Rock now walks over to the time keeper's table and he gets a chair.]
Jerry “The King” Lawler: I don't think this will be good news for Dominic and Triple X!
Jim Ross: All I can say is that business is about to pick up.
[The Rock rolls into the ring with a chair in hand. Triple X gets in the way, though, spearing The Rock down to the mat, hard. As The Rock gets up to his feet, Triple X whacks him over the head with the chair. He then does the same to Dominic Marzetti.]
Jim Ross: Does Triple X care about anything? What kind of wrestling match is this with steel chairs always coming into play?
Jerry “The King” Lawler: I don’t know, but Triple X has left Dominic Marzetti and The Rock out cold.
[Triple X goes for the easy cover, as the referee gets into place to make the count. The referee slaps the ground, 1…2…3! The referee rings the bell, and Triple X raises his hands in victory.]
Jim Ross: What an easy victory that was for Triple X! It looks like he’ll be going on to face Jack Jacobs some time in the future.
[As the two combatants from the prior match exit the ring, “Bad Blood” by the Ministry begins to play. Last week, the Net World Order saw their president, Maxx Payne, be taken away by a barrage of police. For whatever reason it was, it still seems to be bothering Maxx, as he has a look on his face of more anger than ever. As he slowly makes his way to the ring in the darkness of the arena, Maxx Payne grabs a microphone from a ring attendant, still keeping his eyes focused in the middle of the ring. Once Maxx gets into the ring, he addresses the crowd.]
Maxx Payne: Well, it’s been one Hell of a week, now, nearly being forced to spend my time in a jail cell. One week ago, I was threatened to be meeting some friends of Jeff Jarrett, The Sandman, and be locked away for quite some time. But the advantages of being the CEO of a company came through for me, because apparently prohibition officers have a price... even if you’re being charged for attempted murder.
Jim Ross: And I still don’t understand what this attempted murder charge is all about, King.
Maxx Payne: Let’s go far back to November 30th, 2000, when I first announced my control of the company.
[The NWO-tron turns on, and shows footage from the November 30th Overdrive event.]
~**Maxx Payne: So let this be a lesson to you, Simmons, and to everybody in the Net World Order. Beware on who you turn your back to, because things always come back to haunt you. Isn’t that right, Eric?
[The camera moves downwards to see Eric unconscious at Maxx Payne’s feet, with an unusual break in his neck. Laying in a tiny puddle of blood trickling from his mouth, Eric Bischoff is completely unmoving.]
Maxx Payne: So from now on, to the people of the Net World Order… including the men who were supposed to participate in the six-man tag match tonight, keep in mind the fact that I own you now… which is one of the reasons that I have decided to throw out your bout tonight.**~
[After showing the flashback, the NWO-tron flickers off, and Maxx Payne begins to speak again.]
Maxx Payne: Now, you all may recall my demanding a match against a former boss of mine. I wouldn’t let you know who it is, until tonight. You see, it seems that this former boss refused to have a match with me, apparently fearing for what I might do to him. Allow me to inform you of your presidential coward… Eric Bischoff.
Jerry “The King” Lawler: What would Maxx Payne want to fight Bischoff for? Bischoff’s a black belt in karate, you know!
Maxx Payne: Instead of coming out to face me like a man, Eric Bischoff decided to slap an attempted murder case on me for the happenings on November 30th. And so, for the interest of the company, since I cannot defend myself and run the Net World Order at the same time, I am henceforth stepping down as your CEO.
Jim Ross: Good Gawd, no! Not again! Who’s going to be our CEO now?
Maxx Payne: But just let me say thi—
[Suddenly, Maxx Payne is cut off by the New World Order’s old theme. Fans are on their feet, looking to the entranceway, as Eric Bischoff comes down with a microphone in his hand. Walking down the entranceway, Eric Bischoff begins to talk on the mike.]
Eric Bischoff: People, if there’s one thing Eric Bischoff isn’t, it’s a coward! I admit, I was hesitant to accept the match, because I didn’t realize what it was for. But after his long-winded speech tonight, it finally became clear to me! Maxx Payne is simply bitter because I am the man who managed Gene Simmons, the man who beat him for the United States Title! We all know Maxx Payne is bitter about that loss, and that he always wanted his revenge. So who better for Maxx to take his frustrations out, other than me? Well, Maxx, I’m ready when you are, because you’re going to experience a little de ja vú when a former UWF member lays you out for the 1, 2, 3!
[By the time Eric says this, he is already at the ring steps. Maxx Payne charges at Eric Bischoff, and pulls him into the ring over the ropes. Maxx throws Eric Bischoff to the floor, threatening for him to get up. Eric Bischoff backs up a bit, causing Maxx to turn his back and laugh. Eric Bischoff quickly takes his opportunity, and takes Maxx Payne down with a shuffle kick to the back of the head. Maxx Payne quickly gets up, and starts choking Eric Bischoff down. Maxx Payne has a fierce look as he has his hands wrapped around Bischoff’s neck.]
Jim Ross: Good Gawd, no! Somebody stop this, before Maxx does something he’s going to regret!
[As if on cue, a man enters the ring from the crowd with a steel chair in hand, and hits Maxx Payne over the head with it. Maxx releases his grip on Eric Bischoff’s neck, as he falls down to the mat.]
Jerry “The King” Lawler: What the? Who was that, JR?
Jim Ross: I have no idea, King, but Eric Bischoff and this man are stomping a mudhole in Maxx Payne right now!
[While the two are stomping away, Eric Bischoff suddenly attacks the unknown man with a stiff clothesline. Maxx Payne, apparently playing possum the whole time, gets to his feet, and helps Eric Bischoff tie the man’s arms with the ring ropes. Eric Bischoff holds the man in place, as Maxx Payne grabs the microphone from the mat.]
Maxx Payne: Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to my opponent, Shawn Reed! On the day of my announcement, this man decided to back down from his challenge. For those of you who don’t know who Shawn Reed is, I wrestled in the Epitome tournament, and the WXWA under his control. Both being the most poorly operated organizations I have ever taken part in. In case you haven’t caught on, Reed, this was nothing but one big ruse. Immediately after you hit me with your attempted murder charge, I called up Uncle Eric here to lure you out to me. Now, Reed, I plan to give you something to argue in court. Now ring that bell.
[The bell rings, as Maxx Payne grabs Shawn Reed, pulling him out of his lock in the ropes. Maxx sets Reed up in a scoop slam position, but lets his feet drop midway, leaving Reed’s head underhooked by Maxx Payne. Payne lifts Reed’s feet up, and drops him for a Payne-Killer. Maxx Payne covers Reed, and Eric Bischoff takes off his shirt to reveal a referee’s outfit. He slides next to the cover, and counts 1…2…3! As Eric Bischoff has the bell rung, and raises Maxx Payne’s arms in victory, Shawn Reed, crumpled on the mat, waves someone into the ring. As Lillian Garcia makes her announcement, a barrage of policemen run down the entryway, and into the ring. They grab Maxx Payne’s arms, pull them behind his back, and handcuff him before leading him out of the building.]
Lillian Garcia: The winner of the Shawn Reed/Maxx Payne match-up, the former CEO of the Net World Order, Maxx Payne!
Jim Ross: What a trick! But it looks like Maxx Payne’s going to suffer for his actions, now. No amount of money in the world can get him out of this jam, King!
Jerry “The King” Lawler: But I want to know who our next CEO is going to be, then.
Jim Ross: I have no idea, King, but what I do know is that Gene Simmons and “Bad Ass” Billy Gunn are going to be doing battle in that ring for the number one contendership for the Intercontinental Title, next!
NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP TO THE INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE
Gene Simmons vs. "Bad Ass" Billy Gunn
Jerry “The King” Lawler: Jim, who can handle Simmons? This guy is nuts, just keep that nut away from me!
Jim Ross: Well King, he may be crazy, but with Billy Gunn’s recent success following the clean-up in DX, who knows what could happen? Let's go to Lillian Garcia with the ring introduction.
Lillian Garcia: This next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the number one contendership to the Intercontinental Title, the last Hardcore Champion of the Net World Order, Billy Gunn!
[Billy Gunn's music blasts over the speakers and the fans go nuts with jeers for Gunn. Gunn walks down the ramp in his usual flamboyant way, as he slaps his hands on his ass before climbing into the ring. Gunn poses for the fans, then looks towards the rampway awaiting Gene Simmons]
Jim Ross: Gunn looks ready as hell for this fight!!
Jerry “The King” Lawler: He better be more than ready when the “The Dark Warrior” Gene Simmons comes out!
Lillian Garcia: And his opponent, he is the Net World Order’s last United States Champion, he is "The Dark Warrior" Gene Simmons!
Jim Ross: Well here he comes King, get ready for a Slobberknocker!
[“Long Hard Road Out of Hell” by Maralyn Manson hits the P.A and Simmons makes his way out to a arena of boo's. Simmons flips off the fans and continues down the ramp angrily. He walks towards the ring and gives a cold stare to Billy Gunn who is staring right back at Simmons. Simmons signals him to come on, and Gunn welcomes it. Gunn runs up the ramp towards Simmons and the two men collide exchanging right hands. They brawl off the entrance ramp and Gunn picks up a chair.]
Jim Ross: WOW! What a shot to the head from Gunn. Simmons just got nailed with that chair and Gunn is wheeling him to the ring.
Jerry “The King” Lawler: Gunn whips Simmons into the guardrail and… NO! Simmons reverses sending Gunn to the rail! Oh my!
[Simmons begins to slam Gunn's head into the steel guardrail repeatedly, then he slides him under the rope into the ring! Simmons picks up Gunn and whips him into the ropes following it up with a big clothesline. Simmons calls to the fans and receives nothing but boo's.]
Jerry “The King” Lawler: Simmons thinks he has this one in the bag! Gunn should have been more prepared.
Jim Ross: I think he is prepared King, Gunn is on his feet and standing behind Simmons! He grabs Simmons and nails a release German Suplex, now Gunn has the upper hand!
[Gunn starts to stomp away on Simmons, before slapping on a chokehold. The ref starts the count, 1...2...3...4 Gunn releases. Gunn picks up Simmons and whips him into the ropes! SMACK! Gunn hits him with a HUGE Spinebuster! Gunn covers, 1...2...NO! Simmons kicks out! Gunn pulls Simmons to his feet and starts to hit him with some rights and lefts. Gunn attempts a Body Slam but Simmons blocks with a kick to the balls!]
Jim Ross: That was a blatant low blow, King! That just ain’t right at all.
Jerry "The King" Lawler – I don’t know what you’re talking about, JR. Simmons is moving into strike. He is setting him up for a Vertical Suplex and he nails it! He's going for the cover! 1...2..NO! Another near fall!!
[Simmons grabs the ref by the throat and screams at him claiming he gave a slow count! This gives Gunn a chance to recouperate, and he nails Simmons with a dropkick sending him over the top and out! Gunn follows with a springboard clothesline over the rope and into Simmons! Back on the outside, Gunn has a chair. He swings but Simmons ducks and rakes his eyes! Simmons grabs the chair and nails the stunned Billy Gunn right between the eyes! Simmons stomps away at him for a while, and then pulls a table out from under the ring!]
Jerry "The King" Lawler – This is what I’ve been waiting for, JR! Table time!
Jim Ross: This does NOT look good for Gunn! Simmons is setting up the table, and is placing the body of Gunn on the table! Simmons is in the ring now, and MY GOD! He is ascending the top! He is going for the Elbow Drop off the top rope, NO! Gunn rolled off the table! And Simmons went right through! Simmons is down, and there is life in Gunn!! What a match!!
[Gunn climbs in the ring while the ref starts the count! 1...2...3...4...5]
Jerry “The King” Lawler: I think Simmons is out. He may get counted out right here! And look at this, Billy Gunn is just standing in the ring laughing! Oh my god! Simmons just rose up, and dove right under the bottom rope at 9 with a chair. He is still in this thing, Gunn better get the hell out of there!
[Simmons is furious, and Gunn thinks he's won this thing! Simmons turns Gunn around and nails him with a chair! He backs up and swings back with the chair, this time nailing the ref in the face!]
Jim Ross: What The Hell? Simmons just knocked out the ref! Damn him!
Jerry “The King” Lawler: That was inadvertant Jim, Simmons didn't mean to do that!
Jim Ross: Like hell he did King!!
[Gunn takes advantage of the ref being knocked out and hits the Fame-asser on Gene Simmons from nowhere! He starts nailing him with chair shots! Gunn hits him twice right in the head with the chair before letting his body drop to the ground!]
Jim Ross: This is disgusting!! We need help out here, Billy Gunn needs to be controlled!
[Billy Gunn signals for another Fame-asser and the fans respond with boos. Gunn wakes up the ref and covers, 1...2...3! The fans boo and trash begins to fill the ring.]
Lillian Garcia: The winner of this match and facing Niel Stylez at Deadly Intentions for the Intercontinental Title, “Bad Ass” Billy Gunn!
Jim Ross – What a war that’s going to be, King. Mind you that both Billy Gunn and Niel Stylez are supposed to be on the same team. Remember that they are both in Degeneration-X!
NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP TO THE WORLD TITLE
Neil Stylez vs. Shane Douglas
[ As soon as the match ends, Neil Stylez and Shane Douglas emerge from the fans, still brawling back and forth from beforehand. Lillian Garcia stays in her seat, realizing it to be hopeless to introduce the two men at this point in time.]
Jim Ross: And here comes our main event out of nowhere! This one is sure to be a slobberknocker, folks!
[ Just as they make their way towards the ring, Neil Stylez pushes a fan from his seat, and hits Douglas over the head with the chair. Shane Douglas struggles to stay on his feet, but is eventually bogged down by the unforgiving steel. ]
Jim Ross: And to think, King, this match hasn’t even officially started yet! You have to wonder what these two men will do to pick up another win in their already long-standing rivalry.
Jerry “The King” Lawler: Wait a minute, JR. I’m getting word that Triple H and “Stone Cold” Steve Austin are still backstage trying to finish their match! Let’s go to the NWO-tron to see this one!
[ While Neil Stylez drags Shane Douglas into the ring, the bell rings, and the NWO-tron flickers on, with Triple H smashing Austin’s head into a car in the parking lot. Neil Stylez is caught by surprise with this, and looks to see what is going on. Shane Douglas takes the quick advantage, and performs a schoolboy roll-up on Neil. The referee begins counting, 1…2…NO! Neil manages to kick out at the last moment. Meanwhile, Triple H is still dominating “Stone Cold” backstage, throwing him straight into a mesh fence. Triple H begins grinding Austin’s face against the fence, slicing the rattlesnake wide open. Shane Douglas sees this in the ring, and whips Neil Stylez to the ropes. Douglas backs up a bit, and throws Neil Stylez sailing over the top rope. ]
Jerry “The King” Lawler: Look at Hunter pick Austin apart! He’s hell-bent on revenge, JR! He’s getting ready to end his match right now, setting up a pedigree on top of the car, and… AAH! No! Austin just dropped Triple H on top of the windshield with a spinebuster. And… hey, JR… isn’t that your car?
Jim Ross: I sure hope not, King. It’s a rental anyway, though. Hertz probably won’t notice. But look at Neil Stylez coming back just outside of the ring with Shane Douglas, now! Both men are on the outside, and now… Neil Stylez just took Douglas down with the Intercontinental Championship! Oh my!
Jerry “The King” Lawler: Austin’s starting to stomp a mudhole in Triple H, JR! Someone needs to stop him! He can’t do that, JR!
Jim Ross: The hell he can’t, King! Austin is stomping Triple H dry. And look, they’re finally getting off of that car, and heading back into the hallways. People better make way for these two, because all hell is about to break loose! Austin is making sure to slam Triple H into every single brick in the building, King! I think Triple H’s head may just burst right here!
Jerry “The King” Lawler: Wait, JR! Look at what Neil’s doing! He’s climbing back into the ring, and is going to try for a high-risk maneuver! He’s placing the Intercontinental Title under his leg and… wow! A super-legdrop from Neil Stylez onto Jim Ross! What a huge move that was!
Jim Ross: But look at Shane Douglas! His head is now matching the same crimson red that Austin’s is, and by the looks of it, the lights are out for him! Neil Stylez is rolling Douglas in the ring, and covers him for the pin. 1…2…NO! Oh my! How on Earth did Douglas get out of that one? Unbelievable!
[ All the while, on the NWO-tron, Austin throws Triple H into a nearby locker room, and throws him against the opposite wall. Austin approaches Triple H, but is attacked as Triple H jumps up in strike. The two begin brawling back and forth until Triple H knees Austin in the gut, and sends him down face-first into the coffee table right next to them. Austin bounces backwards, and Triple H quickly drops a knee on him. In the ring, Neil Stylez whips Shane Douglas to the ropes, and clotheslines him down. Shane Douglas gets up quickly, only to get clotheslined again. Shane Douglas gets up again, but is ready for Neil Stylez this time. As Stylez comes running at Douglas, The Faranchise ducks the clothesline, and kicks Neil in the stomach before connecting with a Pittsburgh Plunge. ]
Jim Ross: What a comeback by The Franchise, King! Shane Douglas is giving it all he’s got to become the number one contender in this match-up tonight! He goes for the cover, and 1…2…NO! How could Stylez kick out of that one?
Jerry “The King” Lawler: But you have to wonder what happens if Steve Austin manages to beat Triple H here tonight. In my view, that should make him the number one contender to the title, not Neil Stylez nor Shane Douglas.
Jim Ross: You have a good point there, King. And I wouldn’t doubt that it would be taken into consideration, either. But Triple H has regained control, now, against Austin. Look at him just lay the fists to Steve Austin in that locker room! Triple H is letting Austin up, and is leading him out the doorway. Steve Austin follows, and… OH MY! Triple H crushed Austin’s head against the wall with a chair! What a thing to do, King!
[Austin collapses in the hallway, and Triple H starts dragging him down it. Meanwhile, in the ring, Shane Douglas has the control completely. Douglas throws Stylez to the corner, and charges after him, only to get a boot to the face. Stylez overpowers Douglas, and grapples him into the corner. Stylez begins hitting Douglas in the gut with repeated knee-shots, until Shane Douglas begins to weaken.]
Jim Ross: Hey, King, who is that on the top of the ramp, there? Could it be…?
[ Triple H and Steve Austin emerge from the back, brawling back and forth, as Austin apparently revived on the way there. Shane Douglas and Neil Stylez pay it no heed, as Stylez begins going for Hellz Fury on Shane Douglas. He scoops Douglas up while on the top turnbuckle, and prepares to dive off, until Shane Douglas low-blows him in a last-ditch effort. Neil Stylez crouches over, and lets go of Shane Douglas, who crashes down to the mat on his back. Stylez falls forward, his head landing straight into Douglas’ crotch. The two men lay in equal pain after this series, as Steve Austin and Triple H are still doing battle on the stage. All of a sudden, Steve Austin kicks Triple H in the gut, and swing around to deliver the Stunner. Before he can, though, Triple H manages to lift him off his feet, backdropping him on the unforgiving steel ground. Triple H lifts Austin up, quickly flipping him off, and delivering the Pedigree. The referee counts 1…2…3, and has the bell rung.]
Lillian Garcia: The winner of the backstage brawl, Triple H!
Jim Ross: Triple H has won his match, but his two number one contenders are still battling it out!
[Neil Stylez reaches over to Shane Douglas, just as Shane Douglas covers Neil with his arm. The two men have the other in a weak cover, as Triple H’s referee runs down the ring. The referee makes it to the ring at the same time as the other referee begins his count. The referee in the ring counts in favor of Neil Stylez, as the one on the outside counts for Shane Douglas. They both count simultaneously, 1…2…3! At the last moment, Shane Douglas raises his other arm to cover Neil Stylez. The referee on the outside orders the match to end, as he dives into the ring, explaining the situation to the other referee. ]
Lillian Garcia: The winner of this match, and the number one contender to the World Title, Shane Douglas!
Jim Ross: King, that’s as close as it gets! If Douglas hadn’t raised his arm at the time he did, his chances of getting a rematch would have been much lower!
Jerry “The King” Lawler: That’s as lucky as one man can be, JR. And look at Triple H on the stage, he’s still fuming!
[With that, the show ends with Triple H on the stage, in a stare-down with Shane Douglas in the ring. Who will come out as champion when Shane Douglas gets his rematch against Triple H? Only time will tell…]