HARDCORE TITLE MATCH
THE ROCK VS. SCOTT HALL
`~Ruthless~` Yo watsup everybody. As u know I am Ruthless. I am going
to be the Us Champ sooner or later and everybody knows it. Now I have
to interrupt the event and the first match but before anything begins I
just thought I would come out here and say a couple of things
concerning a couple of things I need to cover. Things basically about hte US
Title. Now I don't know if CEO Payne, Sean Ransom, or Gene Simmons heard
what I had to say a little while ago but now I know they are probably
watching so let me get right to it.
`~Ruthless~` You see I know that Sean Ransom is fighting the US Champ
Gene Simmons tonight. Which it should be me as the champ but no because
I got screwed by Sean Ransom. And now instead of me getting a shot
that I deserve Ransom gets the shot. Now I feel that is totally unfair
hence me coming out here and complaining. CEO knows I should be the
number one contender but instead Ransom is. I feel a conspiracy. Ransom
doesn't deserve that title shot. He doens't deserve anything. He
doesn't deserve to whipe dog shit off of my shoe. He is nothing but a
little bastard.
`~Ruthless~` Now Gene Simmons is the US champ. He is also one lucky
little son of a bitch. He shouldn't be the Us champion right now. He
doesn't deserve that title. I DESERVE THE TITLE! And I will get it
someway or another. I don't care what I have to do. Simmons I'll get the
title and I'll kick your sorry little ass. Because I am the best damn
wrestler in the NWO and I will get that title. I don't care what I
have to do. So Simmons that means you best watch your back because I'm
coming for you. And Ransom I'm also coming for you because I am pissed.
I don't like getting screwed. Fuckin wit me is like a crime. And you
did the crime and your gonna pay the time. So you better enjoy your
life meanwhile your alive because that might not be happening for that
long. Simmons I want that tilte and I get what I want.
`~Ruthless~` Now CEO Payne I am demanding a shot at the title. I don't
know or care when I get the shot but I want it. You best give me the
shot because I know that you know I deserve it. And I don't know why I
am not the number one contender. I guess you just made a mistake but
you better fix that mistake and give me my Us Title shot so I can get
whats rightfully mine and that is the US Title. You can give me Simmons,
you can give me Ransom. Whoever the champion is I want a piece of
them. Ah fuck it you can give them both to me and I'll whipe the floor
with them and take whats rightfully mine and that is the Us Title.
`~Ruthless~` Well I better get out of here now and let whoever needs to
wrestle go ahead and wrestle. But Simmons, Ransom both of you best be
watching out coz one time your not gonna be ready and I'm going to
strike and you will not like what I do to you. Because I will leave you
laying on the floor like a little bitch because you two are both bitches
who will get hit. Payne I want my shot at the US gold and you better
give it to me. I promise you if I don't get a shot I don't know what
will happen but I wont be held responsible for it. So to leave I better
say this. Payne give me my shot. Simmons and Ransom you best watch
out for the DRIVE BY!
[...Shine by Lil Wayne blasts over the Pa system as Ruthless drops the
mic and takes one last look into the camera and then goes to the back
and into his locker room as it fades out...]
Jim Ross: That easily could be it, King. But now, we are on our way to starting off with Steve Corino and Damien!
Lillian Garcia: The next match is set for one fall. Coming to the ring at this time, coming in at 6 feet, 1 inch, and 219 pounds. He is one of the newest additions to the Net World Order, he is Steve Corino! [Steve Corino’s music begins to play over the loudspeakers, as he emerges from the backstage area. Corino walks out yelling at the booing crowd, but to no avail. With his long, blond hair, and his wrestling trunks on, Corino seems to be ready to show the fans what he is made of.] Lillian Garcia- And his opponent, coming in at 6 feet, 4 inches, and 289 pounds. He is another of the Net World Order’s newest aspects, he is Damien! [The lights go out, and Damien’s music begins to play over the loudspeakers. Damien comes out the back with a mixed reaction from the crowd. Damien stares down Steve Corino on the way to the ring, and climbs into it very slowly. As soon as he enters the ring, the bell rings three times, and the match begins as they circle each other to size one another up.] Jerry Lawler- This is going to be great, JR! I’ve seen Steve Corino’s work before, and everything he says is right! He is the king of oldschool. Damien doesn’t stand a chance! Jim Ross- I don’t know about that, King. Damien starts off the match with a running clothesline! [Damien stomps on the back of Steve Corino. Damien lifts Steve Corino up, and DDT's Assassin back to the mat. Again, Damien gives Steve Corino the boots and then picks him up. Suddenly, Steve Corino grabs Damien’s foot, and sweeps his other leg to bring him to the mat. Steve Corino hooks onto Damien with a leglock, and Damien reaches for te ropes to break the hold.] Jim Ross- This match has taken a complete 360, with Damien in control after that amazing reversal! [Damien finally grabs the ropes, and the referee forces Steve to break the hold. He picks up Damien and throws him into the ropes. Damien bounces off, and Steve Corino nails a dropkick to his knee. Damien collapses from the blow, and falls over to tend to his knee. Steve Corino goes after the leg again, this time hooking on a figure four leglock. Damien begins to scream in pain from the hold, desperately trying to reach the ropes.] Jim Ross- Good Gawd! Steve Corino is going to break that man’s leg in half! You can almost hear the cartilage tearing apart! [Steve Corino releases the hold, and waits for Damien to get to his feet. Damien slowly hobbles upright, and Corino charges toward him. Damien anticipates this, and flips Steve Corino over the ropes, watching him land flat on the mats outside. Damien follows Corino to the outside, elbowdropping him from the ring apron. Damien still has problems getting to his feet, though, and climbs back into the ring slowly.] Jerry Lawler- Get up Corino! This is your big chance! Jim Ross- It seems Damien is hoping for a countout due to hi leg. But Corino is getting back up to his feet. He climbs back into the ring, and is chasing after Damien! [Corino clips Damien’s leg again, and Damien falls like a sack of potatoes. Corino delivers an elbowdrop to Damien’s leg, and gets up again. Steve Corino then holds onto Damien’s leg, and rolls over him for a pin attempt. The referee counts 1… 2…3! NO!!] Jim Ross- What a close call there for Damien! He kicked out right in the knick of time! Jerry Lawler- And Steve Corino is not too happy about that call, either! Look at him arguing with the referee there. He’s demanding that the referee give him the three! [Damien sneaks up behind Steve Corino as he argues with the referee, and rolls him up. 1…2…NO!] Jerry Lawler- That was a fast count! If the referee counted that fast for Corino, the match would be over by now! Jim Ross- I don’t know what you’re talking about, King. That was anything but a fast count. [Steve Corino is irate, as he grabs Damien and throws him to the outside. Corino jumps to the outside, following Damien. He goes to the timekeeper, and grabs his steel chair. Steve Corino, in a fit of rage, swings the chair straight onto Damien’s back. After two more strikes against Damien, Steve Corino lifts him up and throws him straight into the ring steps!] Jerry Lawler- Corino has completely lost it, JR! He’s going to get himself disqualified, or at least counted out! Jim Ross- Steve Corino’s taking care of that. He rolls into the ring, and rolls out to reset the count. Jerry Lawler- It looks like Corino’s about to put this one away, JR. [But as Steve Corino walks towards Damien, he is met with the steel steps straight in his face. Damien then picks Corino up and tosses him into the ring. Damien follows, and picks up Corino, who is now bleeding from the steps shot. Damien puts Corino between his legs, and is apparently setting up for his finisher, The Dogg Killa. Corino is quick to react, though, and lifts Damien off his feet. Steve Corino then lands Damien down with a Manhattan Drop. Damien crouches over in pain, and Steve Corino sets him up to the Fisherman’s Suplex. He connects with it, and the referee counts the pin attempt, 1… 2… 3!] Jim Ross- Oh my Gawd! Steve Corino somehow squirmed his way out of Damien’s hands to hit the Fisherman’s Suplex! Jerry Lawler- I told you, JR! Steve Corino knows what he’s doing in there! Lillian Garcia- The winner of this match by pinfall, the King of Old School, Steve Corino! Jim Ross: What a way to start Overdrive, King! These two undoubtedly have what it takes to become huge stars in the Net World Order. [Suddenly, the lights turn out, and a giant eye appears on the NWO-tron. “Bad Blood” by The Ministry begins to play, and Maxx Payne slowly emerges from the backstage area with a microphone in his hand. The fans deliver a mixed reaction to him, as he seems to be making enemies with both the good and the bad. Maxx Payne climbs into the ring, with an emotionless look on his tattoo-covered face. After taking a look at the Florida crowd, Maxx Payne begins to speak.] Maxx Payne: It seems that the Net World Order just can’t hold its own without someone to guide it to the future. Every week, the wrestlers of the NWO become more and more baffled than ever before. Let’s start off with Jack Jacobs and Dominic Marzetti. You two men insisted on a match at Bad Blood, but you couldn’t decide whether it would be a Hell in a Cell or a Submission match. Just when it seems you two have it figured out, and decide to fight for it on last week’s Overdrive, you both fail miserably, resulting in a double count-out. Now I’m stuck making the call for both of you. Well, Jacobs, Marzetti, I’ve decided to take it under my power to demand on a mix between both requested matches. Mixing the Hell in a Cell and the Submission match, I think you can see where I’m going when I say that you two will be having the match that I am dubbing a “Rage in a Cage”. The match is like any normal Hell in a Cell, gentlemen, but the only way to win is to make your opponent submit. Jim Ross: Good Gawd, King! That’s going to be a massacre. I can see it now! Maxx Payne: Another obvious example would be the tag team titles. With The Baltimore Assassin out of the company, we have a single man in Syzurz, holding both of the tag team titles. Well, this goes out mainly to Syzurz. We all know that The Baltimore Assassin refused to sign a contract extension with the company. And that much, I blame on his close friends, and certain members of his family. Syzurz, you fall in the category of the former. That’s why today will be the last time you walk down the ramp with the tag team titles in your hand, because you are henceforth stripped of your tag team championships, and they will be held up between the two number-one contenders during Bad Blood, Impure Authority and the New Age Outlaws! Jerry “The King" Lawler: The New Age Outlaws finally are going to get the gold they deserve! Woo hoo! Maxx Payne: And Syzurz, I’ve been hearing you complain about how you feel you aren’t doing good enough. How you aren’t living up to your own standards. Well, I think I need to teach you a lesson in wasting my time. Because when you are partnered with someone, you obtain complete responsibility for the employment of that man. If you want to ever gain back what you once had, you’re going to have to start back from the beginning, Syzurz, because I don’t think you truly deserve what you have as it is. [The crowd reacts to this statement with a soft, “Ooh”, as they listen to what more Maxx Payne has to say about the company.] Maxx Payne: We then move on to the three men on my Bad Blood poster, Gene Simmons, Triple H, and Shane Douglas. Firstly, Gene Simmons and Triple H, the two candidates for number one contendership. I’m sure you two are thinking that I’m just going to slap a match between the two of you, and the winner goes on to do battle with Shane Douglas. Well, as long as I’m in charge, that is not what’s going to happen! What will happen is this... you both still have to show me that you have what it takes, or still have what it takes in Hunter’s case, to be World Championhip material. If you both fail in this, I’ll just have to take the World Title Contendership for myself. Jerry “The King" Lawler: That corrupt Payne would probably do that, too! Maxx Payne: And we finally move on down to Shane Douglas. Remember this, Douglas, you aren’t the one who runs the NWO. I am the one who owns you, Douglas. If I tell you to jump, Douglas, don’t bother asking how high. Just jump, and I’ll tell you if you’re doing it right or not. So Douglas, I suggest you cancel your plans with Paul Heyman, because I’ve got plans for you. You’ve been having too cushy of an experience as World Champion for these past two, and I think things need to get a little bit tougher for you. You seem to think that I’m a pushover of a CEO, but that assumption is your gravest mistake. Holding a title, whether it is the World down to the Canadian Championship, you need to prove that you have what it takes to hold that title. From now on, things are going to get a little bit harder in the NWO. Now as for... [Suddenly, Maxx Payne is cut off by the opening of the NWO-tron. On the screen in The Superstar, who is still confined to a wheelchair and a neckbrace after Halloween in Hell. Maxx Payne immediately starts talking, berating The Superstar on live television.] Maxx Payne: Well, well, well... it looks like another reappearance for The Superstar. I guess the last three times you got thrown off of NWO television, you never managed to take the hint. I guess that when I snapped your neck in late October, you didn’t realize that you weren’t wanted here. Well, Supes, I think it’s about time to get the job done right. On Halloween in Hell, I broke your neck. You’d better know how to manage that wheelchair well, because I’m going for the rest of the body this time around. [With that, Maxx Payne drops the microphone to the ground, and runs up to the backstage area. Immediately after he leaves, the NWO-tron shuts off, Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler begin talking.] Jim Ross: Did you see that? The Superstar is back! But it seems that he still has to move around in that wheelchair of his! Jerry “The King" Lawler: Yeah, but did you hear what CEO Payne said about Syzurz? He no longer is a tag team champion, and now he has to earn everything that he had just because he was affiliated with The Baltimore Assassin. That’s just not fair, JR! Jim Ross: Fair or not, that was the front office’s decision, and that’s the way it’s going to be. [Lillian Garcia gets in the ring, and begins to announce the next match.]
Lillian Garcia: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is set for one fall. Introducing first, he is a former European, Canadian, Television, and Tag Team Champion, he is the Mexican Pride, Syzurz! [A voice saying, “You don’t make the cut” plays over the loudspeakers, and Syzurz emerges, wearing a mask over his head. He enters with Mr. Yamaguchi by his side, taking in some last-minute pointers from the wise manager. Syzurz gets in the ring just as “The Kings” by Run DMC begins to play. The arena turns green, and X-Pac appears on the stage, delivering crotch chops galore.] Lillian Garcia: And his opponent, he is a member of Degeneration-X. He is X-Pac! [X-Pac runs straight to the ring, and hops onto the apron. However, he is met immediately with a dropkick to the face, landing him to the outside. The bell rings, officially starting the match. X-Pac gets back on his feet, and looks up to see Syzurz land a suicide dive through the ropes. Syzurz gets to his feetand meets X-Pac with a series of kicks when he gets back up. Syzurz mounts on top of X-Pac, and begins delivering punch after punch after punch.] Jim Ross: Wow, King! It seems as if a fire was lit under Syzurz recently, because he is going all-out against X-Pac tonight! Jerry “The King" Lawler: I can bet it has something to do with that new Mexican wrestler, Chalupa. Apparently, in one of his appearances, he called some in the NWO “Latinos falsos”, which translates to fake Latinos. Syzurz felt that Chalupa was offending him in that, which seems to have built a bit of anger in him. Jim Ross: Speaking of Chalupa, who on Earth is the guy? I tried time after time to get a decent interview out of the man, but I simply cant understand a word he says! [Syzurz gets off of X-Pac, and picks him up to throws him onto the announcer’s table. X-Pac lays flat on the table, as Jerry Lawler and Jim Ross scurry away. Syzurz climbs onto the table, and bounces off of the barrier with a moonsault. At the last second, though, X-Pac rolls off of the table, and Syzurz crashes straight throgh. Splinters fly in the air as Syzurz’ offense is depleted. X-Pac lifts up Syzurz from the wreck, and leads him back into the ring. Inside the ring, X-Pac throws Syzurz to the ropes, and delivers a back kick to his gut. X-Pac runs back to the ropes, and nails a running spinning heel kick. Syzurz falls back, and X-Pac adds an elbowdrop for extra measure.] Jim Ross: That X-Pac is faster than a hiccup, I tell you! Jerry “The King" Lawler: Yeah, he’s about as dangerous, too! [Syzurz gets up to his feet, and locks up with X-Pac. Syzurz takes the advantage by pushing X-Pac back into the corner. They let go of each other as Syzurz delivers a knee to X-Pac’s midsection. X-Pac staggers a bit, and Syzurz goes to the top turnbuckle. With a tornado DDT, he sends X-Pac crashing down. X-Pac is quick to get up, though, causing Syzurz to charge at him. X-Pac moves out of the way, and pushes Syzurz straight into the corner. Syzurz collapses down, and X-Pac prepares to hit a Bronco Buster. He runs towards Syzurz and connects with the move! After a few rounds of the Bronco Buster, X-Pac stops and gets off. Syzurz stays seated until X-Pac lifts him up. X-Pac then kicks him in the midsection, and grabs Syzurz’ head for the X-Factor. Syzurz is quick to react, though, and delivers a low blow to X-Pac. Suddenly, a man in a golden suit appears on the stage. Wearing a full-face mask, Chalupa appears stands on the stage, watching Syzurz in the ring.] Jim Ross: Look at that King! It’s Chalupa! What on Earth is he doing here? Jerry “The King" Lawler: From the looks of it, he’s distracting Syzurz, who’s just now noticed him on the stage. [Syzurz is at the side of the ring, pointing at Chalupa. Suddenly, X-Pac comes from behind him and rolls him up. The referee begins to the count, 1...2...NO! X-Pac is quick to react, and Irish whips Syzurz to the ropes. At the last second, Syzurz reverses it, and nails the flying head scissors, sending X-Pac flying across the ring violently. Chalupa is still watching, motionless with a Taco Bell bag in his hand. Syzurz ignores Chalupa for a moment, and covers X-Pac for the 1...2...3!] Jim Ross: It looks like Chalupa didn’t serve as enough of a distraction for Syzurz tonight. [Chalupa leaves the stage as Syzurz celebrates his victory. As Syzurz notices that Chalupa has left, he follows him to the back by running up the rampway. Syzurz obviously has taken real offense to Chalupa’s comments earlier this week.] Jim Ross: Oh my! It looks like business is about to pick up here, King! Jerry “The King" Lawler: Well, JR, it’s bad enough that we had to deal with one dirty, border-crossing Mexican, now we have to deal with two! And... wait, what’s this? [The NWO-tron cuts to the backstage area, where Maxx Payne is roaming the backstage area. Obviously, he is still in the hunt for The Superstar, looking to settle the score with him. As he is going down the corridors, he’s yelling out The Superstar’s name, clenching his fist. The NWO-tron cuts to The Superstar, wheeling around the hallway, looking to make some sort of an escape. He rolls by the locker rooms, and begins knocking on random doors. Suddenly, a door opens, and the sounds of a guitar plays in the background. Shane Douglas opens the door, and yells at some people in his locker room to quiet down. The Superstar tells Shane Douglas that Maxx is chasing after him, saying that Douglas needs to help him. Shane Douglas snickers a bit, and says something about hoping that Maxx Payne finishes off The Superstar for good. Shane Douglas slams the door in Superstar’s face, and Superstar wheels off to another locker room door. Triple H answers the door, but The Superstar wheels on, shouting out, “Forget it.” The NWO-tron shuts off, and goes back to Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler.] Jim Ross: It looks like Maxx Payne is out for some blood tonight, King!
Jerry “The King" Lawler: JR, I’ve gotten word that something is going on back in the parking lot. Scott Hall apparently arrived late tonight, and The Rock caught him off guard. Let’s go to the match!
[The NWO-tron turns on again, this time to the parking lot. The screen turns on in time to see Scott Hall crash into a pile of garbage cans. The Rock chases after him, lifts one of the cans, and puts it over Scott Hall’s head. The Rock then begins stomping at the garbage can, kicking Scott Hall around a bit. Scott Hall stnads up with the garbage can still over his head. Scott Hall charges straight into The Rock, and lets the garbage can off of his head. The Rock’s ribs are clearly harmed from this shot, and Scott Hall begins stomping away at him.]
Jerry “The King" Lawler: Look at Scott Hall go! The Rock doesn’t stand a chance tonight. Ha ha!
[The Rock finds a cinder block on the ground, and smacks it across Scott Hall’s face. Th Rock takes control of the fallen Scott Hall, and throws him over a parked car. The alarm for the car goes off as The Rock jump on the hood of the car. The Rock stalls as if he is smelling something, and suddenly comes crashing down on the chest of Scott Hall. The Rock jumps off of the car’s hood, and finds a pipe. He swings the pipe at Scott Hall, but he moves out of the way to watch The Rock shatter the windshield of the car. The shattered glass shoots up onto The Rock, and blinds him enough to throw him off the car, and onto the unforgiving concrete floor.]
Jim Ross: Good Gawd, King! The Rock is really feeling the effects of that one!
Jerry “The King" Lawler: And now, Scott Hall is closing in on The Rock! Aah!
[Scott Hall mounts The Rock, and begins delivering lefts and rights to The Rock’s face. The Rock is helpless until he begins fighting back with a large piece of glass. The Rock grabs onto Scott Hall’s face, and begins slicing him up with the glass. Scott Hall falls back, with his forehead sliced open. Scott Hall is quick to get back up, even though a crimson fountain is flowing on his head. Scott Hall staggers around, and The Rock sees this as an opening. As The Rock approaches Hall, Scott Hall blows a spray of blood straight into The Rock’s face.]
Jim Ross: Good Gawd, King! Scott Hall managed to gather enough blood from his face to spray it into The Rock’s face! And The Rock is blinded!
[Scott Hall goes after The Rock, using this moment of opportunity. Scott Hall clotheslines The Rock down to the concrete floor. He lifts up The Rock, and places him between his legs. He lifts The Rock up for the Outsider’s Edge, and aims to send The Rock crashing down on the side of the car. The Rock wiggles his way free, and slides down Scott Hall’s back. Scott Hall turns around, and The Rock sets up for a Rock Bottom. With one swift movement, Scott Hall crashes down back-first, and is stunned for a bit. The Rock covers him, and a referee shows up to make the count: 1...2...3!]
Lillian Garcia: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, and still Net World Order Hardcore Champion.... The Rock!
Jim Ross: King, that was one Hell of a match! The Rock is really proving to the Net World Order that he is a worthy Hardcore Champion.
Jerry “The King" Lawler: I’m not impressed, JR. The Rock is going to have to pay his dues sooner or later, and when he does, the people will realize what a fraud he truly is!
Jim Ross: Well King, as much as I want to argue that point with you, there seems to be something happening in the backstage area again. Let’s go to the back!
[The NWO-tron turns on again, and shows The Superstar, still looking for help backstage. He sees the Television Champion walking down the hallway, and begins asking for help. Jack Jacobs ignores him, and walks right by him. The Superstar seems to have had a lot of this from people in the NWO, as he walks on without a reaction. The camera follows Jack Jacobs, as it sees Dominic Marzetti appear with a baseball bat behind him. With one swift blow, Jack Jacobs goes down, and a pack of referees show up to tend to Jack Jacobs. Dominic Marzetti runs off, having made another backstage attack.]
Jim Ross: Good Gawd! King, did you see that attack on Jack Jacobs? Dominic really needs to be contained backstage, he just keeps going too far! It looks like the New Age Outlaws are going to be fighting Dominic Marzetti and Impure Authority by themselves. But right now, we have to go to a commercial break.
(We've just come back from a commercial break here on Friday Night
Overdrive, live from the National Car Rentals Center in Fort Lauderdale,
Florida. The camera cuts from a commercial for Lugz boots, the Overdrive
broadcast goes backstage in the National Car Rentals Center, 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, the former NWO Tag-Team
Champions, and current Number One Contenders, Impure Authority come walking
down the aisle.)
[ ~
Pamela Paulshock ~ ] - And here comes Impure Authority,
Triple X and The Undertaker!
(Triple X is 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.)
[ ~
Triple X ~ ] - Don't look so happy to see us
Pam.
(The Undertaker is wearing his usual ring attire - a black ripped
sleeve shirt, a gray tie, gray pull-on boots and gray gloves. His long black
hair almost completely covers his face from underneath his gray hat. He
brushes aside his hair, as Paul Bearer comes running from a near by
locker room, with The Undertaker's earn, which has not been seen in quite
some time. The Undertaker wipes his nose, and the interview begins from
here.)
[ ~
Pamela Paulshock ~ ] - Now, Undertaker, we've just heard
from the current NWO Television Champion, and one of your opponents in
tonight's match, of course I'm talking about Jack Jacobs.
[ ~
The Undertaker ~ ] - Yeah.
[ ~
Pamela Paulshock ~ ] - So....??
[ ~
The Undertaker ~ ] - Listen Pam, this isn't on your time.
This is on MY time, if you expect us to answer a question, then ask it.
(Pamela Paulshock has a shocked expression on her face, and its only a
few seconds into the damn interview.)
[ ~
Pamela Paulshock ~ ] - Fine. Undertaker, what do you have
to say about the recent words from the Television champion, Jack
Jacobs?
(The Undertaker looks around, and answers.)
[ ~
The Undertaker ~ ] - Quite frankly, whatever is said, is
completely irrelevant to tonight. What happens will happen, and what is
going to happen, is Impure Authority spreading the impurity once more,
for the third time to Degeneration X's very own tag-team, the New Age
Outlaws. But let's start with Jack Jacobs. The Television champion.
Jack, first and foremost, that title doesn't mean a damn thing when you're
in the presence of The Undertaker. That title, is nothing more than a
piece of tin that managed to find its way around your waist. But Jack,
you go on to say that you have been in the wrestling industry for ten
years. Before I go any further, I hope you know, and if you don't, you
will now know, that ten years, is nothing. Especially ten years that
you've had. Your first title you ever had in a 'big' federation. You're !
absolutely right when you said it's said. It's sad that someone could
wander around aimlessly for ten damn years and manage to only come up
with a Television title. It's sad that you know you've wasted a lifetime,
yet you do nothing about it. But most of all Jack, it's sad that you
care so much about the title, when more important things are at stake.
Like your life. You see Jack, time and time again, people make the
mistake of wandering into The Undertaker'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, Jack, 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
Jack. 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 Jack.
(Pamela Paulshock swallows, and wipes some sweat off of her forehead
with her sweater sleeve. She continues.)
[ ~
Pamela Paulshock ~ ] - Triple X, what do you have to say
about Jack's comments about starting from the bottom of the
pile?
[ ~
Triple X ~ ] - It's funny you should ask that Pam, and
it's funny he said that. I don't realize what you had to go through? Ha.
Jack, you obviously need to go research your opponents a little better.
Meat houses, ware houses, all for money, I've done it all Jack. 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 F(bleep)'n river Jack. If you
can't take the ups and downs that life throws at you, then how the
F(bleep) do you expect to walk away from our match tonight? Perhaps you
haven't seen our "work." Ignorance is another thing, but I wont get into
that tonight. What we do, is we hurt people. Bottom line. You don't want
to get hurt? Then sit down, and shut up, or better yet, get the hell !
out. We're not your psychiatrists here to listen to your crap Jack.
That's the reason that myself and The Undertaker were atop the NWO
Tag-Team rankings for three months. What you have gone through in life, from
the meat houses and circuses, won't be half as bad as what you go
through for twenty some-odd minutes in that ring tonight. Tonight, you're
brother is here. Tonight, your Television title has no meaning. Tonight,
you and the New Age Outlaws realize why we are who we are. Why we do
what we do. And especially, WHY we can do it.
(Triple X licks his lips, pushes down his shades, and looks down at
Pamela Paulshock. For some odd reason, she has a beautiful smile on her
face, as she is daydreaming and staring right into the icy blue eyes of
the Corporate Insurance Policy, Triple X. He snarls, and suddenly, she
snaps out of her thoughts and realizes she has to continue the interview
with Impure Authority.)
[ ~
Triple X ~ ] - What was that about Pam?
[ ~
Pamela Paulshock ~ ] - N... Nothing. Sorry about that,
let's just continue this thing.
(Triple X smirks and pushes his shades back up as he positions his
coat.)
[ ~
Pamela Paulshock ~ ] - Now, Undertaker, we also heard from
Jack Jacobs, on his feelings about the match, and of course, about his
partners, two men you guys know very well, "Badd Ass" Billy Gunn, and
the "Road Dogg" Jesse James, the New Age Outlaws. What's going through
your minds about the Outlaws, who obviously are out to avenge those last
two loses at your hands?
[ ~
The Undertaker ~ ] - Jacobs, you may have the New Age
Outlaws backing you up, but back up, especially by the Outlaws wont be
enough. The Outlaws are no where near elite as you like to call them. If
they were, they wouldn't have gone down so easy. You see, at one point or
another, the Outlaws could be somewhat respected as a quality tag-team.
Now, they're just plain garbage. Had they been elite, they would have
been in our positions for the past three months, atop the division. Had
they been elite, they 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. You will face us Jacobs, Outlaws. But defeat will not be in th!
e equation for us. The defeat comes with you, at the hands, of us.
Dominic Marzetti, is not a factor tonight. All he needs to do, is stand in
the corner like a good little boy, and let us do what we do best.
Chances are, he and Jacobs both wont be around to witness the destruction,
until it hits them too. Outlaws, and now Jacobs, after times, chances,
opportunities to rest in peace, you three, will now burn - in -
HELL.
(The Undertaker rolls his eyes to the back of his head as Triple X
speaks.)
[ ~
Triple X ~ ] - So it shall be written...
(Looks down at the once again daydreaming Pamela Paulshock)
[ ~
Triple X ~ ] - So it shall be DONE.
(Triple X and The Undertaker sniff the air for a second, they then
shove the camera and walk away. As the camera man recovers, he catches
Pamela's final words before cutting to the next match...)
[ ~
Pamela Paulshock ~ ] - He's so hott when he's like
that!!
Jerry “The King" Lawler: I don’t like the looks of this, JR! Road Dogg and Billy Gunn could be in serious trouble, now.
[The two announcers then silence themselves as “Oh You Didn’t Know?” Road Dogg and Billy Gunn enter the ring, and do their shtick. Lillian Garcia is silent as the New Age Outlaws introduce themselves as the next Tag Team Champions, oblivious to the fact that Jack Jacobs was taken out just before the match. The two are cut off by Limp Bizkit’s “Rollin’”, as Dominic Marzetti appears on the stage. The New Age Outlaws are irate, wondering what happened to Jack Jacobs.] Jerry “The King Lawler: I think that The New Age Outlaws just found out something’s wrong. Jack Jacobs isn’t here, guys! Lillian Garcia: Ladies and gentlemen, the New Age Outlaws’ opponents… introducing first, he is the number one contender to the TV Title, he is Dominic Marzetti! [The New Age Outlaws leave the ring for Marzetti, and eye him down as he taunts them in the ring. At this, both of the New Age Outlaws slide back into the ring, and begin pounding Marzetti to the ground. They strike him repeatedly on the back, knocking him to the ground. Then, they begin stomping his head into the mat.] Jerry “The King Lawler: Look, JR! The New Age Outlaws are looking to even the playing field, and are wiping the mat with Marzetti! Jim Ross: But here comes the backup for Dominic Marzetti, King! [Impure Authority’s music hits the loudspeakers, and they come running to the ring. Lillian Garcia skips her introduction, and leaves the ring as all five men begin to brawl in the middle of the ring. The referee tries desperately to separate, and finally ends up with Billy Gunn in the ring with Dominic Marzetti. They lock up in the middle of the ring. Gunn pushes Dominic into the corner, but is met with several strikes to the face from both members of Impure Authority. Dominic tags The Undertaker in, and he simply begins taking Billy Gunn apart. Undertaker tosses Gunn into the turnbuckle, and begins firing with fury punches. Once The Undertaker stops the battering, he slaps his hand onto Gunn’s throat. He sets to hoist him in the air, but is cut off by Road Dogg, who clips him in the back of the leg.] Jim Ross: What a cheap shot by Road Dogg! Undertaker had the match sealed with that one. Jerry “The King" Lawler: Come on, JR. He can’t just sit by and watch his partner get beaten by The Undertaker! [Billy Gunn takes complete control of the match, attacking The Undertaker’s knee repeatedly. He ends the attack with a figure-four leglock. The Undertaker begins yelling for some help, but to no avail. While the referee is checking to see if The Undertaker quits, Billy Gunn grabs the hand of Road Dogg to apply more pressure. The Undertaker yells from even more pain, and the referee turns around to see what’s going on. He misses what Road Dogg and Billy Gunn are doing, though, as they let go of each other just in time. The referee turns to Undertaker again, and Road Dogg and Billy Gunn try the same stunt. This time, the referee catches them, and orders that the hold be broken. Gunn refuses to let go, so the referee begins counting to five. At four, Gunn releases the hold.] Jerry “The King" Lawler: The New Age Outlaws have complete control, now! This one’s as good as over! [Billy Gunn tags in The Road Dogg, as The Undertaker creeps over to his corner. The Road Dogg grabs Undertaker’s legs, and pulls him back. But Undertaker dives in a last ditch effort, and slaps Triple X’s arm. Triple X charges at Road Dogg, and knocks him down with a devastating clothesline. Triple X lifts Road Dogg to up, and places him between his legs. Triple X then lifts Road Dogg up, and crashes him down with a huge powerbomb. Triple X covers Road Dogg, and gets a 1…2…NO! Triple X then tags in Dominic Marzetti.] Jim Ross: Oh, so close! Triple X could see that win right in front of him! Jerry “The King" Lawler: But Road Dogg is coming back, JR! [Road Dogg low-blows Marzetti, and gets behind him for the pumphandle slam. After Road Dogg hits it, he covers for the 1…2…NO!] Jim Ross: Another close call! This match could have ended three separate times, here! Jerry “The King" Lawler: But what are The Undertaker and Triple X doing? They seem to have their eyes set on Billy Gunn outside of the ring! [As Marzetti and Road Dogg battle in the ring, Undertaker and Triple X pull Billy Gunn off of the ring apron. Road Dogg gains control, and begins doing his Shake, Rattle, and Roll punches. Road Dogg winds up, but Dominic Marzetti ducks the punch. Marzetti swiftly kicks Road Dogg in the gut, and puts him in a powerbomb position. He hooks Road Dogg’s arms up, and delivers the a double-underhook powerbomb. Billy Gunn tries to get into the ring to help Road Dogg, but is held back by Triple X and The Undertaker. Dominic covers Road Dogg, and the referee counts, 1…2… the referee stops counting as the lights shut off. Jack Jacobs’ music begins playing, as he runs out to the ring.] Jerry “The King" Lawler: Jack Jacobs is back! Dominic is gonna have Hell to pay! [Jacobs slides into the ring, and nails the Speed Limit on Dominic Marzetti. Jacobs pulls Road Dogg on top of Marzetti, and then exits the ring with a dive over the top rope onto Impure Authority. All the while, Road Dogg is on top of Marzetti, and the referee counts 1…2…NO! Triple X gets up from the suicidal high-risk maneuver from Jack Jacobs, and jumps up on the apron, where Marzetti is there to tag him in. Triple X rushes at Road Dogg, and knocks him down with a clothesline. Triple X picks him back up, and sets him up for the Fall Away. Triple X hooks Road Dogg's arms, lifts him, and drops him for the 1...2...3!] Lilian Garcia: The winners of this match, by pinfall, Dominic Marzetti and Impure Authority! Jim Ross: Good Gawd! King, if Triple X can defeat Road Dogg like that at Bad Blood, then we'll see them regain the tag team championships once again! Jerry “The King" Lawler: Sure, but at Bad Blood, they won’t have the help of Dominic Marzetti! [Again, the NWO-tron flashes on. Maxx Payne is still in the back, looking for The Superstar. Suddenly, Ruthless appears in front of him, telling him that he wants a chance in tonight’s United States Title match.] Maxx Payne: Ruthless, no. You already had your chance at the title, and you blew it. It’s Ransom’s turn this time. [Ruthless doesn’t give in to that, though. He insists that more men in the ring assures less odds that Gene Simmons will win. Maxx Payne replies, obviously in a hurry.] Maxx Payne: Fine. Do what you want. You can be in that match. Just make sure that the belt gets off of Gene Simmons tonight. [Maxx Payne then hurries off to find The Superstar. Ruthless then looks like he remembers something, and yells out that Neil Stylez is hiding The Superstar in his locker room. Maxx laughs at that a bit, and slows down his pace. At that, the NWO-tron turns off.] Jim Ross: It looks like time is running out for The Superstar, King! Who knows what can happen next? Jerry “The King Lawler: I’ll tell you, JR! The United States Title match is next, and now with Ruthless in the match, it looks like Simmons as no chance of keeping that belt!
[Ruthless’ music hits, and he enters the stage with a decent chorus of boos. He ignores the fans on his way down the ring, focusing on that he is being offered another chance at what he lost.] Lilian Garcia: This next match is scheduled for one fall, and is now a Triple Threat Match for the United States Title! Introducing first, he is a former Canadian, Hardcore, and Intercontinental Champion. He is Ruthless! Jim Ross: Not a very positive response from the crowd for this late entry, King! But Maxx Payne will do just about anything to get that belt off of Gene Simmons’ waist! Jerry “The King" Lawler: I don’t know what’s wrong with CEO Payne. He’s just jealous that Gene Simmons ruined his career, and his United States Title reign. [“Bawitaba” by Kid Rock plays throughout the arena, and Sean Ransom emerges from the back. In an unusual twist, he isn’t as cocky as he was before, but now completely serious, knowing that this is his big chance for some gold in the Net World Order.] Lillian Garcia: The second man in this match-up, he is the number one contender to the United States Title, he is Sean Ransom! Jerry “The King" Lawler: Sean Ransom looks like he doesn’t want this chance to slip through his fingers, JR! [Finally, “When Worlds Collide” by Powerman 5000 hits the arena, and the lights shut out. Gene Simmons arrives on the stage, looking around at the crowd with the US Championship draped over his shoulder.] Lillian Garcia: And the final man in this match, he is the current United States Champion, he is Gene Simmons! [Gene Simmons drops the title, and runs into the ring. Both Sean Ransom and Ruthless attack him upon his entry. Sean Ransom holds Gene Simmons’ arms back, letting Ruthless punch at his face without care. With punch after punch after punch, Gene Simmons’ face begins to swell up. All of a sudden, Gene Simmons breaths fire straight in Ruthless’ face, and kicks back to low blow Ransom. Gene immediately goes after Ransom, leaving Ruthless blinded on the ground. Gene Simmons lifts Ransom, but immediately sends him back down with a DDT. Gene Simmons gets up, and turns around to go after Ruthless. However, Ruthless is already up with a fire extinguisher in hand, and lets it go off on both Gene Simmons and Sean Ransom. He then charges at Gene Simmons, and knocks him upside the head with the thing.] Jim Ross: A page right out of Shane Douglas’ book, right there. Jerry “The King" Lawler: I suppose it helps to take notes from the Franchise, JR! [Ransom gets up as Ruthless is clobbering Simmons with the fire extinguisher. He climbs to the top rope, and waits for Ruthless to turn around to see him. When he does, Ransom jumps off of the top rope with a missile dropkick, jamming the fire extinguisher right into Ruthless’ face. He charges to the fallen Gene Simmons, and delivers a crushing elbow to his back. Again, it seems that Gene Simmons’ scars have been reopened, as he squirms on the mat in extreme pain.] Jim Ross: Gene Simmons has no place wrestling right now with that slice on his back! This isn’t looking good for Gene right now! [Ransom lifts Gene Simmons, and drops him back down with a back body drop. As Gene Simmons screams out in agony, Sean Ransom covers him for the 1…2…NO! Ruthless breaks the count. He pulls Sean Ransom off of Gene Simmons, and covers him himself. 1…2…NO! The count is broken by Ransom this time. Suddenly, Ransom and Ruthless get into an argument over who should get the pin. Gene Simmons stands idly by, watching Ruthless nail the Drive By on Sean Ransom. With that, Ransom is out like a light. Ruthless goes after Gene Simmons, but Simmons is quick to trip Ruthless down with a drop-toe-hold. He lifts Ruthless up, and throws him to the corner, and chases after him. Gene Simmons then lifts Ruthless to the top rope, and climbs up with him. He scoops Ruthless up, and dives off of the top rope, moonsaulting with Ruthless in his arms. He crashes hard on Ruthless’ chest, and the referee gets into position to count.] Jim Ross: This is it, King! This match is as good as over! Wait, who is that coming down the ramp? Jerry “The King" Lawler: JR! That’s Bob Holly! And he has a chair in his hand. Who’s he going after, though? [The referee has already begun counting, and strikes 1…2…3! Bob Holly pulls the referee out of the ring, as he begins waving for the bell. Bob quickly throws the referee down, and strikes him over the head with the chair. He gets in the ring at the same time as Gene Simmons gets to his feet. Holly quickly smashes Gene Simmons over the head with the chair, and delivers the Holly-caust onto the chair for extra measure.] Jerry “The King" Lawler: JR, Gene Simmons was robbed by Bob Holly! This isn’t fair, JR! Jim Ross: It looks like Bob Holly isn’t through yet, King! [Bob Holly grabs the chair again, and smashes it over the head of Sean Ransom. He then turns around to see Ruthless getting up, only to strike him over the head with the chair, too. Bob Holly’s music then begins to play, and he exits the ring.] Jim Ross: Good Gawd! Bob Holly came here and cleaned house! We have all three men laying in the ring unconscious. We need some help down here! Lilian Garcia: Your winner, and the still United States Champion, Gene Simmons! Jim Ross: I can tell you, King. He sure doesn’t look like a winner right now! Jerry “The King" Lawler: Neither does anyone else in that ring, JR. [Again, the NWO-tron cuts to the backstage area, where Maxx Payne is outside of Neil Stylez’ locker room. Maxx Payne slowly opens the door, but it is apparently jammed. Maxx shakes the door open violently, and it swings open. On the floor, Neil Stylez is laid out, and The Superstar is sitting in the corner in his wheelchair. Maxx Payne steps over Neil Stylez, and approaches The Superstar. Maxx says something to The Superstar that the audience can’t hear, and then leaves.] Jim Ross: Good Gawd, King! Did you see what happened to Neil Stylez? Jerry “The King” Yeah, I wonder who did that! Jim Ross: I don’t know how much more obvious The Superstar could have made it for you, King. Anyway, these three men are getting cleared from the ring now, as we await the upcoming match: The Intergender Tag Team Match. King, this has been rumored to be Olga the Colossus’ last stand. I’m sure that Shane Douglas is not at all too happy about this, now that he is about to lose another ally.
Lillian Garcia: This next match is scheduled for one fall, and is an intergender tag team match! Introducing first, they are the team of “The Franchise” Shane Douglas and Olga The Colossus! [“Perfect Strangers” by Deep Purple begins to play, as The Franchise appears on the stage with Olga The Colossus right behind him. Gene Simmons is being stretchered up the ramp, and Douglas begins to snicker as he walks by him. Finally, Shane Douglas and Olga make it into the ring, and await their opponents.] Lillian Garcia: And their opponents, representing Degeneration-X, they are the team of Triple H and Chyna! [“My Time” hits the loudspeakers, and the lights shut off. Triple H appears on the stage with Chyna by his side. He has a water bottle in his hand, and dumps the water over his head. After looking back and forth at the crowd, he begins walking toward the ring. As soon as he enters, though, he is ambushed by Shane Douglas. In reaction, Triple H spits the water straight in Douglas’ face, and gains a bit of control.] Jerry “The King" Lawler: Ha! This is going to be great, JR! These two are the best in the NWO right now, and are battling for complete control. [Triple H whips Douglas to the ropes, and smashes him in the face with a back-elbow smash. Douglas staggers back, and Triple H charges Douglas with a running knee shot. With Douglas down, Triple H tags in Chyna. Chyna picks Douglas up, and starts hitting him with a few forearm shots. Douglas blocks one of the shots, and replies with an arm drag. Chyna gets back up to her feet, and Shane kicks her in the stomach. Chyna crouches over, and Shane lifts her with a brainbuster. Douglas strolls over to Olga the Colossus, and tags her in. Olga charges in, and lifts Chyna to her feet. Olga prepares Chyna for a huge chokeslam, getting her hand across Chyna’s neck. Chyna retaliates with a boot to Olga’s knees, immediately breaking the hold. Olga begins favoring her knees, and Chyna begins to kick some more at them. Olga collapses to the mat with a thunderous crash, and Chyna continues her assault on Olga’s knees.] Jim Ross: Triple H is begging for Chyna to tag him in. I think Hunter wants to send Shane Douglas a message by retiring his valet for good! [Chyna complies, and tags in Triple H. Hunter runs in, and delivers a kneedrop to Olga’s legs. Olga stretches out to Shane Douglas, but can’t quite reach. Triple H applies a leglock on Olga, and Olga seems very ready to call it quits. Olga is about to tap out until Shane Douglas comes in and stomps on Triple H. Shane then drags Olga to his corner, and scolds her for a while. He slaps her in the arm, and enters the ring to face Triple H again.] Jerry “The King" Lawler: It looks like Shane Douglas is getting fed up with Olga’s weak spots. He’s aiming to take the rest of this mach by himself, apparently. [Shane Douglas and Triple H lock up in the middle of the ring, and Douglas pushes Triple H back to the corner. Triple H tags Chyna, though Shane Douglas doesn’t notice. Shane Douglas starts stomping on Triple H, and lifts him to the top rope for a superplex. As Shane goes up, Chyna takes the opportunity to enter the ring, and bring Shane Douglas down with a powerbomb from the top rope.] Jim Ross: Good Gawd! The Ninth Wonder of the World sure did some work on the World Champion! And... hold on a minute! What’s he doing back here? [The man in the gold suit, Chalupa, appears on the stage once again. He starts walking down the stage, until he is cut off by Syzurz, who appears through the crowd. Syzurz chases Chalupa off, and up the stage as Chyna and Shane Douglas continue battling in the ring.] Jerry “The King" Lawler: What is the deal with Chalupa, JR? What was he trying to do in this match? [Shane Douglas quickly takes control of Chyna, throwing her to the ropes. Shane Douglas catches her with a clothesline, and picks her up to set her up between his legs. He hooks her arms up, and smirks at Triple H as he delivers a Pedigree to Chyna. Triple H charges in, and Olga cuts him off as a human wall. Triple H is quick to deliver the pedigree to her, and he elbowdrops Shane just in time to break the count. Shane gets up, as the two behemoth females exit the ring fighting. Triple H and Shane Douglas start brawling back and forth once again. On the outside, Chyna finds a bat, and nails Olga straight in her knees. Olga screams for help, and Shane Douglas turns around to see what is going on. Before he can, Triple H kicks him in the gut, and delivers the Pedigree. He covers Douglas, and the referee counts 1…2…3!] Lillian Garcia: The winners of this match, Triple H and Chyna! Jim Ross: Oh my! Triple H has defeated The Franchise! He pinned the World Champion! Jerry “The King" Lawler: Yeah, but this doesn’t look to be over quite yet. Triple H and Chyna have left the ring, but it looks like Shane Douglas is mad that Olga cost him the match! [Shane Douglas berates Olga in the middle of the ring, and finally smacks her in the head. Olga doesn’t take this lightly at all, and wraps her huge hands around Shane Douglas’ neck. She hoists Shane Douglas high into the air, and begins choking the life out of him with a fury in his eyes.] Jim Ross: The Franchise is finally getting what he deserves! He’s gone a step too far, and now he’s getting his just deserts! Jerry “The King" Lawler: This isn’t good, JR! The NWO needs an active champion! Somebody needs to stop this. [As the crowd cheers for Olga’s attack, a woman appears from the crowd. As she enters the ring with a chair in hand, and crashes it down across Olga’s back, the crowd sees that the woman is Frnacine. Shane Douglas and Francine stomp down on Olga, and then roll her out of the ring. The crowd then boos intensely as Shane Douglas and Francine share a moment, hugging in the ring.] Jim Ross: This is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen, King. Jerry “The King" Lawler: You obviously don’t get out much, JR. [All of a sudden, “My Chalupa” screams across the loudspeakers, and Chalupa begins walking down to ringside. Decked in his gold suit, he seems to have lost Syzurz somewhere backstage. He walks over to ringside, over to Jim Ross and Jerry “The King” Lawler.] Jim Ross: Oh no. What now? Jerry “The King" Lawler: It looks like we’re going to be joined by the REAL Mexican Pride, Chalupa! Ha ha! Hey Chalupa, what’s that you got there? [Chalupa pulls a taco out of his Taco Bell bag, and waves it in front of the King’s face.] Chalupa: ¡OLE! [Chalupa puts the Taco Bell bag on his head, and begins waving the taco in Jim Ross’ face.] Jim Ross: Now stop that! [JR grabs the taco from Chalupa, and throws it in a nearby trashcan. Chalupa sits down gravely, and bows his head down in sadness.] Chalupa: Mierda…
Lillian Garcia: This next match is set for on fall. Coming in first, he is the Net World Order Intercontinental Champion, he is Neil Stylez! Chalupa: ¡Ja ja ja! Neil Styles es gordisimo! Jim Ross: What the Hell are you talking about, son? [Chalupa suddenly becomes very angry, and lunges at Jim Ross. He grabs Ross’ collar, and yells into his face.] Chalupa: Ése es bastante, Ross. Si usted no cierra la cogida para arriba, voy a romperme el brazo de mierda de la madre apagado! [Ross is very frightened, and begins to stutter.] Jim Ross: Uhh… sí… [Chalupa simply gives a wicked, toothy grin to Jim Ross, and lets him go.] Chalupa: Sssssssssssssííííííííííííííííííí. [Neil Stylez hobbles to the ring, with the Intercontinental Title over his shoulder. He limps his way into the ring, and awaits for his Mystery opponent to appear. Lillian stalls in her introduction a bit, and begins speaking once the lights turn out, a giant star appears on the stage, and “All Star” by Smash Mouth begins to play through the loudspeakers.] Lillian Garcia: And his opponent, he is a former United States, Television, European, and Intercontinental Champion. He is The Superstar! Jim Ross: Good gawd! The Superstar? But I thought his neck is broken! We saw him wheeling around backstage! Jerry “The King" Lawler: It looks like the whole thing was a set-up all along! The Superstar clearly must have healed after two months. Maxx said that whether it’s family or friends, he’ll get back at anyone with any relation to The Baltimore Assassin! Chalupa: Qué abburido. [The Superstar appears on the stage, and starts wheeling down the ramp in a wheelchair. All of a sudden, Maxx Payne appears at the side of the ramp with a microphone in his hand. Superstar stops, as Maxx Payne begins to talk into the microphone.] Maxx Payne: Well, Superstar, we managed to pull the wool over everybody’s eyes. All I wanted was for Neil Stylez to be incapable of wrestling at Bad Blood, and it looks like you did just that for me. But what you have forgotten is the past that we both have. And that’s why I’m going to have so much fun doing this a second time! [The Superstar jumps up from his wheelchair to escape, but Maxx Payne quickly catches him on the top of the stage. Maxx kicks Superstar in the stomach, and scoops him as if he were performing a bodyslam. Maxx then lets Superstar’s feet fall to the ground, underhooking The Superstar’s head. He lifts Superstar’s lower body in the air, falls back, and delivers a devastating Payne Killer to The Superstar. EMTs rush out from the back, as The Superstar is out like a light. Maxx picks up the microphone that he had dropped, and began talking again.] Maxx Payne: I just love that snapping sound, don’t you? Oh, and before I forget, you’re gone for good in the Net World Order. And let this be a lesson to all of you in the NWO. Do not fuck with the boss, because I own each and every one of you!
*** Neil Stylez stands in the ring and celebrates another day as Intercontinental Champion. He holds the Net World Order Intercontinental Championship high above his head as the fans give him a standing ovation. Suddenly, Shane Douglas appears from the back area and begins to dash down to the ring. Stylez has his back turned as Douglas reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles. Douglas slides into the ring as Stylez turns around…. WHAM! Douglas lays Stylez out cold. Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler look on in shock as their special guest commentator, Chalupa, stands up. Chalupa dashes into the ring and stands face to face to Douglas. The two men stand eye to eye for a lengthy period as Stylez makes it back to his feet. Stylez extends his hand to Chalupa, to show gratitude for stopping the onslaught of Douglas. Shane backs off as Stylez and Chalupa begin to shake hands. Chalupa quickly pulls Stylez to his side… front Russian Leg Sweep! Stylez is out cold! Douglas begins to laugh his ass off as Chalupa begins to take off his mask…***
Jim Ross: What the hell was that! Chalupa just took out Neil Stylez for no reason!
Jerry Lawler: HA HA HA! I love it! The little tortia wrapper did something good! HA HA HA HA! Look Ross! Chalupa is taking off his mask!
Jim Ross: Wait!……. Oh no………. No……. It… It… It Can’t be! …… Oh No…….. OH MY GOD!……. OH MY GOD………. OH MY GOD………..IT’S JEFF JARRETT! JEFF JARRETT WAS CHALUPA ALL OF THIS ATIME! OH MY GOD JEFF JARRETT IS BACK!
***Sure enough, a head of bleach blonde hair pops out from under the mask and it indeed is Net World Order Legend Jeff Jarrett! Douglas and Jarrett embrace in the middle of the ring as Francine and Debra make their way down from the back area. The crowd is in shock, they had no clue! The last the Net World Order heard of Jeff Jarrett was months ago, and he is supposed to be in prison! Douglas calls for the mic as Jarrett removes his “Chalupa” Outfit.***
DOUGLAS: Ladies and gentlemen, let's go to Eagle One! Because the CHALUPA
HAS F**KING LANDED!
***Fans boo at the top of their lungs as
Douglas smirks.***
DOUGLAS: SHUT THE F**K UP! Without us here, you
idiots would be sitting on your asses, collecting your welfare checks and
still trying to figure out those damn ballots! But, enough of you inbreds,
because the God honest truth is that no one cares about you, even your own
mothers!
***Fans start a chant of "SHANE SUCKS D**K!"
Douglas simply smiles and continues***
DOUGLAS: Folks, once again I have proven to have all the answers! Just when you
think it's safe to get back into the pool, I find a way to spoil the party
and turn it into something you all will never forget! I mean, all of you
idiots were scratching your asses and wondering why months ago I forsook my
partner in crime Jeff Jarrett! The honest truth was we had this planned all
along, and that for months we counted the days until his return to the NWO!
Who would have thought that only I could bring about the return of a man
with all "The Stroke!" Certainly not any other braindead buffoon that runs
around here with his head up the you-know-where! I mean, the next honest
thought out of your guys' pieholes is the first!
DOUGLAS: Maxx Payne, it has become obviously clear that you can't stop me! I have
once again proven that I do what I want, when I want, and whenever I want to
do it! With Double J at my side, not to mention the Queen of
Extreme... (Takes Francine's hand, and kisses it) the NWO is about to head right down a path as well-known as it
ever has been! Payne, you can't stop it, don't even try! Because this
bitch is mine, and I'm taking back over!
DOUGLAS: I could go on and on, but I know how badly you want to hear from my partner
in crime! After all, it's been a long time since him and Debra honored you
with their presence! So, show some respect jackoffs to the Reverend of
Stroke! Señor Slappy, the floor is yours!
***Gives the
microphone to Jarrett with a bow, and then puts his arm around Francine. Jarrett walks out to the middle of the ring and stands still with his eyes shut. The ring is literally beginning to fill up with garbage and other debris from the shocked fans throwing it into the ring. Debra hands Jeff his trademark sunglasses as Jeff puts them on over his eyes. Jarrett then raises his hand and speaks.***
Jeff Jarrett: Well….Well…..Well… it looks like the cat is out of the bag now! Or as my good friend Mr. Douglas puts it… THE CHALUPA HAS BEEN DROPPED! It’s been a long while since you morons have had the pleasure of watching myself grace this very ring. After a phone call from Douglas, I have decided to put you people out of your torture and make my RETURN to the Net World Order!
***Jarrett raises both of his arms in triumph as Douglas, Debra and Francine all clap for him. The other 20,000 people in the arena are screaming at the top of their lungs. Jeff then points to Neil Stylez, who is still down at ringside getting medical attention from the brutal beating he got courtesy of Jeff Jarrett and Shane Douglas. Jeff shakes his head and continues to speak.***
Jeff Jarrett: Look what the hell has happened to this place in the months I have been gone. THAT is supposed to be your Intercontinental Champion?!?!?! That only “champion” Neil Stylez could ever be is the Champion of most consecutive trips to the buffet! I look up and down the Net World Order roster and I feel a huge amount of…. Pity. That’s right folks, pity for THIS MAN (Points to Shane Douglas who smirks and nods at Jarrett) for having to deal with all of the no-talent buffoons that are running rampant through here. This is going to end RIGHT NOW!
***Jeff reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper. Jeff unfolds the paper and holds it to his face.***
Jeff Jarrett: Looks like Former Net World Order CEO Chuck Reese took off long ago before he could see this day arise because folks… my sentence is up! That’s right, I am now a free man and along with Mr. Douglas, we are ready to TAKE THIS BITCH OVER! For all the new slapasses in the back, let me take a moment to introduce myself, my name is Jeff Jarrett, the GREATEST Net World Order champion ever to step into this ring! A former World Champion, Three-Time Intercontinental Champion, United States Champion, Television Champion, Hardcore Champion and Tag champ. I have done it all and back again before most of you slappys were even thoughts in your mama’s head! Just like these inbred spics who can’t punch a presidential ballot, It looks like it is up to us to take the TRASH out of the Net World Order once again. Speaking of spics and Trash, that reminds me of one in particular named Pencil Sharpener! Or was that Paper Clip??? Or maybe even Stapler! (Douglas whispers in Jarrett’s ear) Oh that’s right.. Syzurz! Boy, you went barking up the wrong tree before you had all of the facts straight in your head. What you thought was a jobber Mexican, like yourself, turns out to be THE CHOSEN ONE! You say your gonna kick Chalupa’s ass, boy?? I am gonna make you EAT those words! Just remember that when you mess with The Chosen One, You are messing with THE TRIPLE THREAT!