Post by Vincent Kennedy McMahon on Dec 5, 2013 20:23:10 GMT -6
Live! From The Manhatten Center in New York, New York!
12/9/93
The scene opens at the Manhattan Center, where the seats are jam packed and the crowd is buzzing! The camera pans through the arena, finally landing on Gorilla Monsoon and Bobby "The Brain" Heenan.
Gorilla Monsoon: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to WWF Monday Night Raw! I'm Gorilla Monsoon, here with Bobby "The Brain" Heenan, and things are getting interesting here in the World Wrestling Federation folks!
Bobby Heenan: That's right! We got a psycho on the loose, trying to end people's careers, we got some idiot pretending to be Cuban thinking he's better than the IC Champ, and on top of it all, we don't have a WWF Champion!
Gorilla Monsoon: Actually, Brain, all the belts have been vacated, so Shawn Michaels isn't the champion.
Bobby Heenan: You don't know what you're talking about! I never saw him get beat in the ring, have you?
Gorilla Monsoon: No, indeed I have not. Regardless, for those of you who missed it, two weeks ago on WWF Weekly Watch, Mr. McMahon announced the return of the WWF to PPV for In Your House: Massacre on 34th St, live from Madison Square Garden, Sunday December 29th! He also said, Brain, that we may have a clearer idea of the championship situation by then, and that's not that far off!
Bobby Heenan: Well, we definitely need a champ, that's for sure. I just hope it's not some schlub, like that idiot Bret Hart, or that moron Randy Savage!
Gorilla Monsoon: I think both of those men would make fine WWF Champions, and I hope both are considered!
Bobby Heenan: You wouldn't know talent if it walked up to you and kicked you in the rear end.
Gorilla Monsoon: Well, Brain...
The crowd goes into a frenzy of boo's, as Vince McMahon walks out from behind the curtain, the WWF Championship hanging over his shoulder. He struts out onto the stage, followed closely by the President of the World Wrestling Federation, "The Million Dollar Man" Ted DiBiase.
Gorilla Monsoon: It's Vince McMahon and Ted DiBiase! They're not scheduled to be out here!
Bobby Heenan: Scheduled?! Do you have any idea what you're saying? These guys are the bosses, they can do whatever they want!
Gorilla Monsoon: It'll be interesting to hear what they have to say, Brain!
As they walk down the ramp and into the ring, the crowd gets even louder. Vince walks into the corner and grabs a mic, standing in the center of the ring with DiBiase over his shoulder.
Vince McMahon: Welcome, everyone, to WWF Monday Night Raw! You know, after a couple of weeks, things are starting to feel a little more normal again. It's a good feeling. And you know, with the holidays coming up, all these good feelings are making me feel... a bit generous. You see, there is one thing that doesn't feel quite right to me, and that is the fact that there is currently no World Wrestling Federation Champion. Now, I'm not just going to hand this belt out to just anyone, no no no no no.
He adjusts the belt on his shoulder, raising it up higher for all to see, and rubs his hand over the plate.
Vince McMahon: But, I want our return to PPV to be a big one, so I'll tell you what I am going to do. I am going to hand pick FOUR WWF Superstars, who I believe are deserving of being in consideration for this great honor, to compete in a tournament, with the two winners facing off for the WWF Championship at In Your House! So I suggest everyone bring their A game these next couple of weeks, because I'll be watching VERY closely.
Gorilla Monsoon: What a start to the show, Brain! Who will be in the four man tournament to crown the next WWF Champion?
Bobby Heenan: Well, with less than 3 weeks to go until the PPV, I don't think we'll have to wait too long to find out!
At this news, the crowd starts to transition from boo's to a buzz of chatter, leading into cheers.
Ted DiBiase: I do know one person who will not be in this tournament, Vince! That coward, Hulk Hogan! He'd have to actually show up! HAHAHAHAHA!
Vince laughs at DiBiase's words.
Vince McMahon: That's true, Ted! And even if he did, he'd have no chance of ever getting a title shot! Hulkamania is dead! And let's face it, we all know he's not man enough to ever show his face around here again! So, let's focus on those Superstars who actually have a shot at being the next WWF Champion!
As the crowd boo's, Vince and Ted DiBiase stand in the ring laughing, and mocking "The Immortal" Hulk Hogan. The crowd roars with "We want Hogan!" chants.
Suddenly, the camera goes to the stage as "Real American" plays, and the crowd goes nuts. The screams of all the Hulkamaniacs roar through the entire arena, as they chant "Hogan! Hogan! Hogan!" Hogan comes out from behind the curtain, doing his normal taunts, soaking in the crowd. He suddenly stops half way down the ramp and points straight to Vince and Ted DiBiase. They look on in absolute shock, as if they have just seen a ghost. Hogan walks up the steel steps, and grabs a microphone as he enters the ring.
Hulk Hogan: First of all, I would just like to say, to all my Hulkamaniacs out there... thank you!
The crowd goes absolutely ballistic, showing their appreciation for the Hulkster.
Hulk Hogan: I would like to just say thank you for everything you have done for me and my career, brother! Because if it werent for you guys, I would not be standing here today, and neither would Vincent "egomaniac" McMahon and Ted "chump change" Dibiase. Now first of all Vince, me and you have always seen things eye to eye brother, until you laid your eyes on all the money and glory that Mister DiBiase presented to you, MAN! Second of all, let me tell you something, brother!
The crowd again pops for Hogan.
Hulk Hogan: Hulkamania is alive and well, man, and if you have a problem with me and my Hulkamaniacs, then I have a problem with YOU! Vince, let me tell you something, brother. If it weren't for guys like me, man, your business would have gone bankrupt a long time ago, DUDE! Now, as far as this so called, WWF Championship tournament is concerned, you better believe I am going to be a part of it! So with that being said, dude! What you gonna do, Vince McMahon and Ted DiBiase? What you gonna do, when Hulk Hogan and all my Hulkamaniacs run wild all over you, and "The Immortal" Hulk Hogan becomes the new WWF Champion, BROTHER?!
The crowd goes into another frenzy, as Vince and Ted both look shocked at the sight of Hulk Hogan. Vince's face, however, quickly turns from shock to anger.
Vince McMahon: Hogan! You don't come here and demand anything! You want a shot at the WWF title? Well, that's just not gonna happen, Hogan. But I'll tell you what I will give you. Tonight, you get a match... with "Sycho" Sid!
Gorilla Monsoon: Wow! What a matchup, Brain!
Bobby Heenan: Yeah, so far we've seen Sid twice and both times he left people laying immobilized in the middle of the ring. Hopefully he'll go three for three!
Gorilla Monsoon: I wouldn't count against the Hulkster!
Vince McMahon: And Hogan! After Sid annihilates you tonight, Hulkamania will finally be laid to rest, once and for all!
Hogan makes an unheard response off mic to Vince, and begins to exit the ring, still jawing at Vince, who is shaking his head. Hogan drops down to the arena floor, and begins to back up the ramp, signifying a title around his waist, and pointing at the two men in the ring. The scene fades to commercial.
Owen Hart vs. Ultimate Warrior
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(Singles Match!)
Winner by Simulation: Ultimate Warrior
We come back from commercial, and an eerie fog lingers through the scene, as a haunting tune begins to play.
The camera moves through the fog, passing headstone after headstone. It then rises, as it looks on at a pale white, creepy face. The face is that of Paul Bearer... the father of The Undertaker. The man who is responsible for the ghoul.
Paul Bearer: Weeeeeeelcooooome to my funeral parlor! Ohhhhh, yeeeees!
Bearer holds the golden urn in his hand, as he motions on his monster. The Undertaker steps into the parlor, his deathly stare looking right into the camera.
Paul Bearer: Since the resurrection of the World Wrestling Federation, my Undertaker has been on a path of destruction! Ohhhh, the souls he hath taken! For they have all felt the mercy of the Undertaker. "The Hitman" and the mighty Yokozuna have fallen, and my Undertaker stands before you all the most powerful force in aaaaaaall the World Wrestling Federation!
Bearer looks up at The Undertaker, as his eyes roll into the back of his head.
Paul Bearer: Mr. DiBiase... Mr. McMahon... the World Wrestling Federation fears one man.... The Undertaker! And fear, it will be, that will bring the World Wrestling Federation Championship to him. For no man... no mere being can stop The Undertaker! No one! No one! No ooooooonnne!!!
Bearer raises the urn up, as Undertaker drops to one knee. Thunder rolls in the distance, as The Undertaker bows to the urn. He then flips his hair back, as he rolls his eyes back into his head once more. His hand reaches out, calling for the power of the urn.
Paul Bearer: Steve Austin... many have entered the graveyard, and none have made it out alive. Tonight... you will dig your own grave. There will be no mercy! For you will lie in the grave which you have dug! Ohhhhh yeeeeeeeees!
The lights in the Funeral Parlor flicker, as we fade to black.
The Undertaker vs. "Texas Rattlesnake" Steve Austin
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(Singles Match!)
The crowd starts to cheer as Steve Austin walks out with an angry look on his face. He storms down to the ring, and grabs a mic.
Steve Austin: I bet y'all can see that I'm not happy at all! And y'all know why? These past two weeks, I lost both of my matches, and I'm pissed off! I work hard in Victoria,Texas to be the best damn wrestler in the World Wrestling Federation. Tonight, I face The Undertaker, and tonight, I'mma open a can of whoop ass on "The Dead Man!" See HBK and Ultimate Warrior, you both sure as damn hell got lucky! Now, "Dead Man," don't let these few weeks fool you. Tonight, I will get a win, and I will do anything to make sure that happens! I don't give a damn how many tombstones you hit me with, all I care about is winning, so be ready. Now, Vince or Ted, whoever's in charge these days, y'all need to make a damn decision about the title. We need a champion, and Steve Austin is going to work his way straight to the top!
As Austin finishes speaking, a gong rings through the arena! The crowd begins to roar, as the lights flicker off. A spotlight shines down on the giant red RAW letters, as a dark, ominous figure appears in front of them. Paul Bearer slowly walks out, the urn in his hands. He turns around, as the Undertaker steps out. With Bearer leading the way, the Undertaker makes his way down the aisle. Undertaker walks up the steps, as the lights return to normal. The Undertaker steps into the ring. where he takes off his hat and jacket. Undertaker looks up at Austin, rolling his eyes into the bakc of his head.
"Ding, ding, ding!"
As the bell sounds, Austin storms out of his corner! He throws a fury of rights and lefts, delivering rough body shots to the Deadman. Shot after shot, Undertaker is backed into the corner. Undertaker finally reaches out, wrapping his hand around Austin's throat. He shoves Austin back into the corner, where he delivers hammering body blows of his own! Shot after shot, the Undertaker unloads on him! He then pulls Austin out of the corner, whipping him into the ropes... Big Boot! The Undertaker takes Austin down!
Gorilla Monsoon: Austin looks to be have angered the Undertaker!
Bobby Heenan: He gives me the creeps, Gorilla! Can he just finish this thing already?!?
The Undertaker pulls Austin up off the mat. He wraps his hand around his throat... Chokeslam! Austin is down! The Undertaker cuts his hand across his throat, as Bearer raises the run up into the air. 'Taker pulls Austin up, lifting him up onto his shoudler. He's got him... Tombstone!!! Undertaker crosses his arms and covers him, as he rolls his eyes back into his head.
"One! Two! Three!"
Howard Finkel: Your winner... The Uuuuuuundertaaaaakerrrrr!!!
The Undertaker stands up, as Bearer enters the ring. He holds the urn up, as 'Taker drops to one knee, bowing to the almighty urn. As Undertaker stands tall over the fallen Austin, we fade to commercial.
"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 "The Fink" 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 some 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 "he 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.
Bobby Heenan: I bet he's too scared to come out here, Gorilla! Razor isn't man enough to accept Shawn's challenge!
A guitar shreds through the speakers, as "The Heartbreak Kid" looks on in surprise. "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: On the bright side, at least "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 takes the pink shades off, 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 losses to The Undertaker and Razor Ramon. 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: Tonight, I I'm gonna get myself back on track... get some wins in my column... and get another shot at The Undertaker. 'Taker... it's going to take more than the power of the damn urn to stop me from putting you back where you belong... six feet deep!
Shawn mockingly gives a clap for Bret, as we fade to commercial.
We come back from commercial, and are brought backstage, where Todd Pettengill is standing with Razor Ramon, hair slicked back and gold dripping down his neck, a big grin on his face.
Todd Pettengill: Razor Ramon, before the break, we saw "The Heartbreak Kid" Shawn Michaels come to the ring, and challenge you to a match at In Your House: Massacre on 34th St! Do you accept the challenge?
Razor gives a cocky look at the camera, as he grabs Todd Pettengill's wrist, bringing the mic closer to his face.
Razor Ramon: Do I accept? This is exactly what I wanted, chico. Shawn Michaels, at In Your House, you will go one... on one... with "The Bad Guy!" You try to hit me with the Intercontinental Title belt two weeks in a row? Now you're tired of this "back and forth?" I don't see any "back and forth," "Sexy Boy." All I see is a poor excuse for a man, with an ego writing checks too big for him to cash! You think you are the Intercontinental Champion? Prove it, Shawn. Put the belt on the line! You beat me, and that's not gonna happen, chico... but if you do, then you are the champ. If not...
A big smile comes on his face, and he points both thumbs at himself.
Razor Ramon: Then "The Bad Guy" will be walking out of Madison Square Garden with a few extra pounds of gold!
Todd Pettengill: Razor, by accepting this match, do you...
Before Pettengill can finish his question, he is shoved out of the way by a stark raving mad Shawn Michaels! "The Heartbreak Kid" pokes Razor in the chest with his finger, as he starts to speak.
Shawn Michaels: You think you deserve a shot at this? Huh? i don't think so, Razor! I never said anything about a shot at MY Intercontinental Championship! I never said anything about putting this on the line! So as far as this title is concerned... it's off limits!
Shawn grips the title tightly, as he looks Razor right in the eyes.
Shawn Michaels: The only thing you'll be walking out of Madison Square Garden with, is the butt kicking of your life, chico! This title... is mine! And there's nothing you can do about it!
Razor pulls his hand back, as he is about to slug Michaels. Before he can, security comes rushing into the scene, separating the two heated rivals. As security gains control of the situation, "The Million Dollar Man" walks onto the scene, eyeing both Shawn and Razor.
Ted DiBiase: Shawn... that title doesn't belong to you. You want to walk around here claiming to be the Intercontinental Champion? Well, at Massacre on 34th Street... you're going to have to prove it! The title will be on the line, Shawn!
Shawn tries to fight off the security that hold him back, as he is now even angrier. Shawn shoves the title in DiBiase's hands, as he storms off down the hall. The camera looks on, as Shawn turns around and shouts...
Shawn Michaels: Go right ahead, DiBiase! Put the title on the line. But when it's all said and done. When the smoke has settled... there will only be one man deserving of that title. And it'll be yours truly... "The Heartbreak Kid!"
DiBiase looks down at the Intercontinental Championship, as he looks over at Razor Ramon, who just stands there smiling at the fact that he got exactly what he wanted.
Razor Ramon vs. British Bulldog
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(Singles Match!)
Howard Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
First... making his way to the ring... from Manchester, England... weighing in at 260 lbs... The British Bullllllldogggg!
The Bulldog comes out from behind the Raw letters, a wide smile across his face. He marches down the ramp to the cheers of the crowd. He enters the ring, immediately heading to the corner. He climbs up to the turnbuckle, raising both arms straight up in the air.
Howard Finkel: And his opponent... from Miami, Florida... weighing in at 280 lbs... "The Bad Guy" Rrrrrrrazor Ramooooon
The crowd erupts in cheers, as "The Bad Guy" comes out from behind the Raw letters, both arms stretched out to each side. Ramon walks down the ramp, dressed in red trunks and vest, gold dripping down his neck, toothpick in his mouth. He enters the ring, and begins to stamp and point at himself, followed by his signature pose with his arms extended to each side, gold pyro going off behind him. He takes off his necklace and vest, and walks up to Bulldog in the middle of the ring. He extends his hand, and the Bulldog nods and shakes it. Razor immediately slaps The Bulldog across the face. The Bulldog looks up at him, and Razor throws his toothpick in his face.
"Ding, ding, ding!"
Bulldog throws right hand after right hand at Razor, driving him back into the corner, still delivering blow after blow. He lifts Razor up to the top turnbuckle, and goes to climb up, but Razor pokes him in the eye.
Bobby Heenan: Hey! That's cheating! Disqualify him, ref!
Gorilla Monsoon: I don't see you complaining when it's somebody you like doing the cheating.
Bobby Heenan: Hey monkey boy, why don't you mind your business?
Razor drops down and approaches Bulldog. He spins him around, and delivers right blows of his own, the last one with a 360 degree spin before it. The Bulldog drops to the ground, and Razor begins to stomp at his chest. He picks him up, and delivers a scoop slam. He drops an elbow on Bulldog, then gets up and delivers another, followed by a third. He goes for the cover.
"One... Two... No!"
The British Bulldog gets his shoulder up. The two men get to their feet, and begin exchanging blows. The Bulldog gets the upper hand, and whips Razor into the ropes. He delivers a powerslam and covers.
"One... Two... No!"
Razor gets to his feet, and is met with a big clothesline. He gets back up, looking a little dazed, and The Bulldog charges again. This time, Razor ducks, and kicks Bulldog in the stomach as he turns around. He grabs The Bulldog by the throat for a chokeslam, but Bulldog kicks him, and the hold is released. Razor goes for a clothelines, but Bulldog ducks, immediately turning and grabbing Razor from behind in a sleeper hold. Razor struggles frantically, driving The Bulldog back into the corner, where the ref is standing and has no where to escape.
Gorilla Monsoon: The official is down, Brain! This could get interesting!
The two men struggle to their feet, and begin exchanging blows once again. Bulldog scoops him up in position for The Running Powerslam, but Razor slips behind him. Bulldog turns around and Razor scoops him up, delivering a fallaway slam. Razor stands up, and crosses and uncrosses his arms, signifying the end. As he awaits The Bulldog to stand up, he gets nailed with a clothesline out of nowhere!
Standing over him is a giant man, wearing black leather pants and gloves, long jet black hair flowing down to his shoulders.
Bobby Heenan: Who the hell is that?!
Gorilla Monsoon: I don't know, Bobby! But, he just laid out "The Bad Guy!"
Bobby Heenan: He's huge! He has to be 7 foot!
The mysterious giant lifts Razor up and puts his head between his legs. He delivers a giant powerbomb, releasing Ramon from over 7 feet in the air. He exits the ring, going over the top rope. The Bulldog gets to his feet and sees Razor laying on the mat. He lifts him up, and scoops him up. Running Powerslam! He covers. The ref slowly looks up, seeing the cover, slowly counting the pin.
"One........ Two........................ Three!"
Howard Finkel: Here is your winner... The British Bulldog!
Gorilla Monsoon: The British Bulldog is victorious! But, who was that man that attacked Razor? Could it be somebody affiliated with Shawn Michaels?
Bobby Heenan: Where do you come up with this stuff, Gorilla? Leave HBK out of this! And let's hope that guy doesn't decide to show up again!
Gorilla Monsoon: I think we agree there, Brain! Folks, let's go backstage to Todd Pettengill!
We go backstage, where Todd Pettengill is standing by with the newest WWF Superstar.
Todd Pettengill: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Ricky Steamboat!
Ricky Steamboat: Hey Todd, how's it going man?
Todd Pettengill: It's going good, Ricky. What is on your mind?
Ricky Steamboat: Well, Todd, as you are aware, this is my first appearance here in WWF in a while, and I am really excited and raring to go. There is a lot of awesome talent, and a lot of good opponents worth facing, like Bret Hart, Razor Ramon, and even "Sycho" Sid. I really look forward to entertaining the fans and am ready to show you what I can bring to the ring!
Ricky grabs his Jacket and walks away as we go to commercial.
"HBK" Shawn Michaels vs. Bret "Hitman" Hart
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(Singles Match!)
Winner: Shawn Michaels
After the match, a discontented Bret Hart enters into his locker room with his manager, Jimmy Hart Bret Hart picks up a hockey stick from his favorite team that he brings along to events as a reminder of home.
Bret Hart: That hairy transvestite, Michaels, made me look like a fool!
He swipes at some drink bottles, scattering them, then whacking it down across the table with an impact that ends up knocking the megaphone to the floor, which startles Jimmy.
Jimmy Hart: My megaphone! Take it easy, daddy-o!
Bret Hart: But, he's right... Damn it! He's right... If I can't carry on with it... should I even be here?
Jimmy Hart: That's crazy talk, "Hitman!"
Bret places the hockey stick against the table. He breathes heavily, trying to calm down. He puts his hands on the table, and slightly slumps his head.
Bret Hart: Am I the best, Jimmy?
Jimmy Hart: Of course you are, "Hitman!" Is, was and will be!
Bret Hart: I sure don't feel like it.
Jimmy stands up from his seat. Bret looks at him.
Jimmy : You gotta stop wearing your heart on your sleeve so much, Bret. You have to snap out of this, or the sharks will eat you up! You know, Shawn was just trying to get under your skin, mind games.
Bret Hart: Well, it worked... but my mind's already been playing tricks with me. It's all been since that first night on Raw.
Bret walks over to his clothes that are on hangers, as he speaks he begins to run his hand over the leather on his black and pink jacket.
Bret Hart: It's that Undertaker. He took something from me in that match. Something's not right. Since then, I've been clouded with strange emotions of doubt, that I never had before. I don't have the same drive and self assurance that i usually have.
Jimmy Hart: You're just in a rough patch, we can get through it. Hit the gym, even better, have a night on the town! You have'nt seen Owen or Davey Boy in awhile. I know a great rock joint in the area.
Bret stares at Jimmy with a cold unsettling stare.
Bret Hart: No, Jimmy. A night on the town can't fix this. I think... Taker did something with my soul.
Jimmy raises his eyebrows, as he whips off his sunglasses.
Jimmy Hart: What are you talking about? That voodoo stuff?
You can't be serious!
Bret Hart: Serious as a heart attack Jimmy... as a heart attack! I need that urn, Jimmy! Its the key to all this... it has to be!
Bret runs his fingers through his hair, as he looks up in frustration. Jimmy puts his fingers to his chin and strokes his beard in thought. The scene fades to commercial.
Main Event:
"Sycho" Sid vs. Hulk Hogan
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(Singles Match!)
Winner by Simulation: Hulk Hogan
Hogan celebrates in the ring, striking poses to the roar of the crowd. He cups his hand to his ear, going around to each side of the ring. He then walks over to the side facing the stage, and waves, signaling somebody to come out. "The Macho Man" comes out from behind the Raw letters, a bandage over his left eye.
Gorilla Monsoon: It's "The Macho Man!" He wasn't scheduled to be here tonight, and we can see why!
Bobby Heenan: Yeah, Sid tried to knock him straight by knocking him silly, but he still looks as dumb as ever to me!
Savage enters the ring, shaking hands with Hogan. He raises Hogan's hand into the air, the crowd now in a frenzy. As they celebrate, Savage is hit from behind by Sid.
Gorilla Monsoon: Oh, come on!
Bobby Heenan: Hah! I love it!
Sid turns to Hogan, and swings, but it's blocked. Savage begins to get up, as Hogan whips Sid into the ropes and delivers a big boot. Savage begins to climb the turnbuckle, and Hogan begins to run towards the ropes in the opposite direction. Hogan comes back, nailing Sid with a Leg Drop! "The Macho Man" raises his arms into the air. Flying Elbow! Sid rolls out of the ring, onto the mat. Savage stands over the ropes, pointing at Sid and telling him off, as Hogan addresses the crowd with a thumbs up. The arena is electric, as the show fades out.
