"Man up..." Raw Ep. #3

["HBK" Shawn Michaels]

Gorilla Monsoon: Welcome back to Raw!

Bobby Heenan: Can you believe it, Gorilla? That idiot Hulk Hogan thinks he can just waltz back into the WWF. I don't think so! Sid's gonna make him pay tonight!

Gorilla Monsoon: Hogan has a tall task at hand, but what about some other heated up rivalries going on. How about Shaw-


Before Gorilla can finish his sentence, "Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhhhh! Shaaaawn!" blares out through the Manhattan Center! "Sexy Boy" is blaring loudly, as "The Heartbreak Kid" Shawn Michaels walks out from in-between the giant red letters that spell out "RAW." Shawn wears his ring gear, as he is scheduled for action later on tonight. Over his shoulder he carries the Intercontinental Championship, the title Shawn still claims to hold. Shawn fixes his hair, as he makes his way down the aisle, women screaming his name and blowing kisses at him. As Shawn reaches the ring, he walks up the steps and spins across the ring apron. "The Heartbreak Kid" ducks under the top rope and before Howard Finkel can introduce him, he snatches the microphone away from him. Shawn shoves Finkel out of the way, as he stands in the middle of the ring, ready to address the ruckus of a crowd here tonight.

Shawn Michaels: Cut... my... music. The Heartbreak Kid's got osme business to tend to, and I think you all know what I'm talking about. Razor... Ramon. Yeah, I'm talking to you... chico! You want to walk around backstage with your hair all greased back thinking you deserve this...

Shawn holds up the Intercontinental Championship.

Shawn Michaels: I don't think so, bub! There is only one Intercontinental Champion in the World Wrestling Federation! And you're all lookin' at him!

An arrogant smile rolls across Shawn's face, as he lowers his sunglasses and peaks out at the crowd over the top of them.

Shawn Michaels: Razor... you tried to castrate the Heartbreak Kid two weeks ago. You lucked out of getting your block knocked off last week. But no more, Razor! No more of these back and fourth games! I'm calling you out, Ramon! I'm challenging you... at Massacre on 34th Street! What do you say, greaseball?

Shawn looks to the aisle, waiting for Razor to grow a pair and accept his challenge.

Bobby Heenan: I bet he's too scared to come out here, Gorilla! Razor isn't man enough to accept Shawn's challenge!

[Bret "Hitman" Hart]

A guitar shreds through the speakers, as the Heartbreak Kid is wide eyed with shock. The Hitman slowly walks out from in-between the giant red letters in his ring gear and a microphone in his hand.

Gorilla Monsoon: I don't think Shawn was expecting this by the expression on his face.

Bobby Heenan: The Hitman is on the marquee to fight HBK tonight, so I'd expect nothing less, Gorilla.

Gorilla Monsoon: He didn't make it to Raw last week. I bet he had a hefty fine from Mr. McMahon and Mr. DiBiase. But on the bright side, atleast the Mouth of the South isn't out here sounding that megaphone.

With the crowd cheering his name, Bret waits in the aisle for his music to stop. As it fades out, he pink shades up, so he can look Shawn in the eyes. He then brings the mic up to his mouth and begins to talk.

Bret Hart: Looking a bit too far ahead, aren't we, Shawn? Looking past the Excellence of Execution is a good way to fall flat on your pretty little face. Now I may have lost my focus after the loss to the Undertaker. I sat at home fuming and... questioning myself. That's why I no-showed last week's show after losing to Undertaker. I watched it at home, sitting there in Calgary, feeling sorry for myself, contemplating my future, then seeing myself having lost by countout. Well, it didn't sit well. I'm better than that. So don't count the Hitman down and out just yet! I plan on still being in contention for the World Wrestling Federation Championship. What better match to regain contendership status in the bosses eyes, than against you?

Bret points at Shawn, who motions back with a, "Who, me?" pose.

Bret Hart: Now, I have seen what you and Razor have heating up. The low blows, the missed belt shot... so I don't want to get in the way of whatever beef you guys have going. I just want to get myself back on track... to get some wins in my column... and get another shot at the Undertaker. 'Taker... it's going to take more, thea the power of the damn urn to stop me from putting you back where you belong... six feet deep!

Bobby Heenan: Both men seem to be looking everywhere, but at eachother.

Gorilla Monsoon: None the less, the match up will happen, and I'm certain the focus will be where it should be when the bell rings.

Shawn mockingly gives a clap for Bret, as he is in the ring.

["HBK" Shawn Michaels]

Shawn paces for a moment, still annoyed that the Hitman has interrupted his challenge to Razor Ramon.

Shawn Michaels: Hitman... you can come out here with every excuse you want, but here's the truth... no one cares! You see, you lost to the Undertaker. And you were too shaken up by it to compete against Razor last week. So, uh... if losing to the Undertaker did all that to you, Hitman, then you might want to just pack your bags and walk right back out that door!

The crowd is on fire with what Michaels just said, and it seems to have struck a nerve with Bret Hart.

Shawn Michaels: So while you keep on making up excuses, I'm going to go backstage and find that grease ball Razor Ramon. I'll see you in the ring later tonight, Hitman!


"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh! Shaaaaaawn!" The pounding drums of "Sexy Boy" thump through the Manhattan Center, as Shawn drops the microphone and climbs out of the ring. As he walks up the aisle, he adjusts the Intercontinental Championship on his shoulder, as he passes by the Hitman and heads to the back.