"WWF Championship..."

[John Laurinaitis]

As the smoke has settle from the opening fireworks, the camera pans around the arena. As the crowd is pumped for the show, their cheers are suddenly changed to boos.



"No Chance in Hell" bellows through the area, as the crowd begins to roar with boos. Dressed in his usual suit, Mr. McMahon steps through the curtain. McMahon carries a rather larger steel breifcase in his right hand, as he does his usual strut down the ramp. Fans scream and yell at him, calling him scum. McMahon arrrogantly walks up the steps and climbs into the ring. Mr. McMahon places the steel case down, as he calls for a microphone.

Mr. McMahon: Cut the damn music! Cut my music! Cut it!

The crowd begins to boo even louder, as the music cuts off.

Mr. McMahon: Shut the hell up! All of you! Right now!

The noise of the crowd grows even louder, as they begin to chant in unison...

"Ass-hole! Ass-hole! Ass-hole! Ass-hole!"

Jim Ross: Bah God! Everyone single one of them is calling McMahon an asshole!

Jerry "The King" Lawler: This is ridiculous! These people should show him some respect!

The look on McMahon's face grows rather angry, as he brings the microphone back to his mouth.

Mr. McMahon: Shut the hell up! I've got something to say, dammit! Shut up! SHUT... UP!

The crowd slowly begins to die down, as McMahon clears his throat.

Mr. McMahon: There. That's better. I can say what the hell I came out here to say. First off... seeing as how we were told to cease operation for a few months, I must address the Championships of the World Wrestling Federation. Starting tonight. This very moment... there are no Champions! Every single title has been vacated! How do you like that, huh? How's that for some shattering news?!?

The crowd begins to roar with boos, as they realize there are no Champions in the WWF.

Jim Ross: If we've got no champions, how in the hell are we even going to have a Wrestlemania? How is he going to crown new champions?

Jerrry "The King" Lawler: I've got an idea... he can just give me all the titles! Woohoo!

McMahon clears his throat once more, as he prepares to speak...

Mr. McMahon: With Wrestlemania right around the corner...

To Be Continued By Shawn Michaels, Steve Austin, Undertaker, Kane, or The Rock.

[Brock Lesnar]

Mr. McMahon is suddenly cut off, as "Break It Down" blares through the arena!

Jim Ross: It's Degeneration X! They're here! They're here!

With the crowd on their feet, Shawn Michaels comes tearing through the curtain. Wearing a Degeneration X shirt with the sleeves cut off, jeans, and black boots, Shawn stands at the top of the stage. He throws his hands in the air and brings them down doing a series of crotch chops to the crowd. As Shawn makes his way down the ramp, McMahon calls for security in the ring. Three police officers enter the ring, standing at McMahon's side, as Shawn climbs up onto the apron. He quickly ducks into the ring and calls for a microphone. As the music fades out, the roar of the crowd cheering for Michaels.

Shawn Michaels: Woah, woah, woah... McMahon! The last time I checked... yours truly was the World Wrestling Federation Champion!

The crowd gets even louder, as they agree with him 100%.

Jim Ross: Michaels is absolutely correct! He never lost the World Wrestling Federation Championship!

Jerry "The King" Lawler: Who cares? Michaels never deserved it to begin with!

Michaels nods his head at the crowd's cheers and continues on.

Shawn Michaels: Don't think for one second that you can stand in this ring and screw me out of my Championship! The belt is mine, McMahon! I never lost it!

To be continued by Mr. McMahon...

[John Laurinaitis]

Mr. McMahon: The title is yours, huh? I don't think so Michaels! You're one of the reasons we got taken off the air in the first place! Why in the hell would I let you keep the title, huh? Tell me Shawn... Why in the hell would I let the man who pretty much helped cause all of this... who... who pissed the FCC off so damn bad that they actually made us cease all operations! You're out of your damn mind, Michaels! You and those Degenerates of yours can all get the hell out of here! Do you understand that, Michaels? Huh? Get the HELL out of my ring!

McMahon points to the stage, ordering Michaels to leave.

[Brock Lesnar]

The look on Michaels face grows angrier at McMahon's order for him to leave the ring, but Michaels isn't budging.

Shawn Michaels: Leave... your ring? Your ring, McMahon? Shawn Michaels will leave when he's good and damn ready to! You got that, McMahon? And if it weren't for me and my Degenerates... none of these people would even be here! Who else is gonna be the champ? Huh, McMahon? There's no one back there... no one that stands a chance against the likes of me! And if you think there is...

To be continued by Steve Austin, Undertaker, Kane, Cactus Jack, or The Rock.

[Brock Lesnar]

As the electrifying theme music of Rocky Maivia plays through the War Zone, the crowd erupts in to cheers as Vince McMahon and Shawn Michaels slowly turn to look up at the stage. Both mouths drop, as the former Intercontinental Champion walks through the curtains and stands on the stage. Rocky, with a slightly different look, stands on the stage dressed in a pair of workout pants, a tight black shirt, and a pair of shades, he looks down at the two men in the ring with a smirk on his face. The crowd is filled with electricity as Rocky begins to make his way down the ramp. The entire time he is walking though, he is staring at Shawn Michaels. Once he slides in the ring, he grabs the microphone out of Shawn's hands and the crowd goes wild, as he looks Shawn in the eyes through his sunglasses. He slowly takes his index finger and pulls the sunglasses down on his nose, to look him eye to eye then quickly pushes them back up. Michaels looks beyond angry at this point, as Rocky takes a deep breath and leans forward.

"Who, in the blue hell, do you think you are? I mean, you come out here demanding that you be awarded your title because no one else could stand up to the likes of you; And you actually thought that Vince was going to give it to you? Let me explain something to you little man, The Rocky Maivia that lost the Intercontinental Title to Owen Hart before his injury is gone. You are now looking at The Rock! You are going to appreciate The Rock, or I'm going to whip your monkey ass back and forth across this ring worse than Bret Hart did last year! The Rock see's things going like this: Vince McMahon is going to book the match, Shawn Michaels vs. The Rock at The Royal Rumble for the WWF Championship, The Rock is going to walk down to the ring, slap you in the face, take this size twelve boot, shine it up real nice and stick it straight up your candy ass! Then I'm going to hit you with the Rock Bottom and pin you 1, 2, 3 in this ring!

The crowd erupts once again, as The Rock stares in to the eyes of HBK. He awaits the response from either man, patiently.

[John Laurinaitis]

McMahon begins to look shocked at the idea that The Rock has just put out for everyone to hear. With the microphone raised back up, he addresses Rock's suggestion.

Mr. McMahon: Who in the hell... do you think you are? Huh? You think you can come into my ring. You think you can start making matches... I don't think so, Maivia! What you say... means nothing to me! yDo you understand that. Now... I don't mind if you whoop Shawn Michaels' ass, but it damn won't be for the WWF Championship at the Royal Rumble!

Rock lowers his sunglasses, as he raises in eyebrow to question McMahon's reaction.

Jim Ross: Bah God, Rocky Maivia is back! And he wants nothing less than a shot at the World Wrestling Federation Championship!

Jerry "The King" Lawler: Who does this guy think he is? Demanding matches... Hah. I deserve a shot at that title before HE does!

McMahon reaches down, picking up the metal case he brought to the ring with him. He slowly opens the case, revealing the new... World Wrestling Federation Championship. It is no longer the classic Winged Eagle Championship used for many, many years. Vince drops the case and holds the title in his hands. He then brings the microphone back to his mouth to speak.

Mr. McMahon: If either of you two think... for one second that I'm just going to give you a shot at this... think again! You think you are the only two men in this company that deserve a title shot? Huh? Well... you're wro...

McMahon is suddenly cut off by...

To Be Continued By Shawn Michaels, The Rock, Steve Austin, Undertaker, Kane, Ken Shamrock, Owen Hart or Vader.

[The Undertaker]

Undertaker comes out to a mixed reaction as McMahon, Shawn, and Rocky await his response.

Undertaker: What you men don't realize, is that the championship belongs to the dark side. That championship will make me the most powerful man in the World Wrestling Federation. Hand me that championship or there will be HELL TO PAY. I will unleash the most brutal entity that has walked the face of the Earth if I do not get what I want. And what I want is that championship that you are holding in your own hands McMahon.

To Be Continued By Shawn Michaels, The Rock, Steve Austin, Mr. McMahon, Kane, Ken Shamrock, Owen Hart or Vader.

[John Laurinaitis]

Jim Ross: The Undertaker has staked his claim at the WWF Championship!

McMahon stands there, looking to almost be shaking in fear because of the Undertaker standing in the ring. McMahon slowly

Mr. McMahon: Undertaker... I... I don't want any trouble. Do you understand me? But I'm not going to submit to your demands! You got that? No one... is getting this Championship handed to them. No one. Not you, Undertaker. Not you, Rock. And not you, Michaels. This title... will be earned! And if you can't han...

McMahon is suddenly cut off once again...

To be continued by Steve Austin, Rock, Shawn Michaels, Undertaker, Kane, Vader, Ken shamrock, or Owen Hart.

[Commissioner Foley]

The familiar sound of glass shattering echos throughout the arena. The crowd immediately erupts into a deafening burst of cheers as the Rattlesnake steps through the curtains in an Austin 3:16 t-shirt and jeans. He walks down the ramp with a purpose, a serious look on his face, eyes locked on Vince McMahon. Vince looks mortified, as if he wants to run, but is frozen on the spot. He swallows an emphatic gulp as Stone Cold approaches the ring and proceeds to climb up and enter. The Rock stands by looking furious, as Shawn watches on with a look of interest. Austin circles the ring looking for a mic and receives one. He walks back around to face Mr. McMahon and the place becomes louder and louder with Austin chants.

[glow=blue,2,300]Mr. McMahon: Wait just a damn minute Austin! Nobody told you to come...

Stone Cold: Now you listen here Vince! Stone Cold isn't just gonna sit in the back and listen to a jackass like you run his yap about who's going to be the next WWF Champion! Now, Stone Cold already knows who the next champion is gonna be, and that's Stone Cold Steve Austin![/glow]

The fans cheer and begin chanting Austin's name again

[glow=blue,2,300]Mr. McMahon: Damn it Steve, how many times do I have to say it? NOBODY'S going to walk down to my ring and demand anything!

Stone Cold: McMahon, do you honestly think the Rattlesnake came out here to ask to be HANDED anything from you? Eh-Eh! Stone Cold Steve Austin isn't afraid of anybody in the damn locker room, and I'll open a can of whoop-ass on anyone who wants to get their teeth kicked in! Now, make all your matches and your stipulations, and sign all your little contracts, because I don't care who you put in front of me, Stone Cold will be the next World Wrestling Federation Champion![/glow]

To Be Continued By: Vince McMahon, The Rock, Undertaker, or Shawn Michaels

[Brock Lesnar]

Shawn Michaels snatches the microphone from the Rock and steps front and center.

Shawn Michaels: Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah... The Rock's gonna do this! Undertaker's gonna do that! Steve Austin's gonna do this! As far as I'm concerned, the World Wrestling Federation Championship belongs to me! You got that, Austin? Rock? Undertaker? So if I may, I'm just going to take my belt and head to the back!

Shawn reaches for the WWF Championship that rests on McMahon's shoulder...

Mr. McMahon: What in the hell do you think you're doing, Michaels?

McMahon snatches away from Michaels, as the police officers step in front of McMahon to separate him from Michaels. With fury in his eyes, Shawn dives for the belt, but security holds him back. Shawn is shoved to the ground, as Security warn him to back off.

Shawn Michaels: McMahon... you thought Degeneration X was bad before... you just wait until you see what Hunter and I have got brewing for you!

Mr. McMahon: Get his ass out of here! Get him out! Now! Out!

The police officers go after Shawn, but he slides out of the ring, escaping them.

Mr. McMahon: As for the three of you...

To be continued by Cactus Jack or Kane.

[SXE_Warrior_SXE]

Just as the chaos in the ring seemingly cannot get any worse, the music of the World's Most Dangerous Man blasts over the P.A. system, causing all conversation to stop and the crowd to leap to their feet in excitement. Ken Shamrock appears from behind the curtain, adorned in his long black and red fighting robe and an abnormally intense expression on his face, as he makes a b-line for the ring.

Jim Ross:
BAH GAWD! Business is about to pick up here King! It's the "World's Most Dangerous Man" and he doesn't look to be in a good mood!

Jerry "The King" Lawler:
When does he ever look to be in a good mood JR? Shamrock's got the kind of face that can scare chrome off a bumper! I wouldn't be happy either haha!

Jim Ross:
Oh will you stop King! I'd be my hat you wouldn't say that to Ken's face...

Jerry "The King" Lawler:
Well uhh... I'm a commentator so I'm not supposed to... Hey you wouldn't either though!

[/i]

As Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler continue to bicker on commentary Shamrock ascends the steel steps of the ring area, beating his head a couple times as usual before entering the ring. The men in the ring all have their eye's glued on the man of danger as he demands a microphone from a stagehand, being complied with as his music dies down. Shamrock then turns to all men in the ring and begins to approach them. One by one he gets in their faces, nose to nose with a look that could kill on his face and a burning fire in his eyes, before stopping in front of Vince McMahon. Ken stares down the owner of the company and Vince begins to look a bit intimidated by the look given to him by the "World's Most Dangerous Man" as Ken slowly raises the microphone to his mouth to speak.

Ken Shamrock:
I'm sick and tired of all you little babies whining and crying out here![/i]

The crowd pops in a loud ovation as Shamrock makes his first statement.

Ken Shamrock:
See, the last time I checked... this was the World WRESTLING Federation... Not the World TALKING Federation![/i]

Once again the crowd gives a thunderous pop as the usually quietly intense Shamrock lets his voice be heard by the wrestlers in the ring and the fans world wide to hear.

Ken Shamrock:
As far as I'm concerned, each of you would rather talk the talk, than walk the walk! But me... I'm the "World's Most Dangerous Man", and I didn't give myself that nickname, I earned it! I know that if I were to fight any of you one on one in a cage, I'd dismantle you for the world to see. You all know it, which is why none of you pampered pussies will do it![/i]

Loud "ohh's" can be heard throughout the arena as Shamrock makes the offensive comment, staring Vince McMahon down all the wihile, causing the crowd to begin to chant "Pampered Pussies!" at the owner as well as the disliked superstars in the ring.

Ken Shamrock:
But that's why I'm here... I'm man enough to come to your house... play by your rules... and still beat you to within an inch of your lives! So if any of you want to get a shot at the WWF Championship, you're gonna have to go through the most dangerous man on the planet to do it! Because I'm not here to be handed the championship... I'm here to break someone's damn ankle and take it![/i]

As Ken finishes his statement, "Shamrock" chants begin to emerge from the audience in attendance. The man they cheer for stands in the ring with raging intensity in his eyes and looks ready to snap at any minute...[/size]

TBC: Vince McMahon[/b][/center]

[psycoice]

As Vince goes to speak one more man joins the party.


Owen Hart Appears on the tron looking highly upset.



Owen:Once again the King of Harts is left out of a WWF Championship party. And why? I'll tell you why because you good for nothing people don't respect my talent you don't respect my family and you don't respect ME!

The Crowd begins to chant No Respect!

Owen: But you respect a drunk who's neck I broke and you respect a degenerate like Michaels and a guy who couldn't cut it in the UFC!? And to that I say enough is enough and its time for a change! I want my title shot Vince or theres going to hell to pay.


(TBC by Vince or a superstar in the ring)

[John Laurinaitis]

McMahon looks absolutely pissed, as Shamrock suggests that he should be given an opportunity at the WWF Championship. He also looks up at the angry Owen on the titantron.

Jim Ross: Can you believe this? Ken Shamrock is eyeing the WWF Championship! And so is Owen Hart!

Jerry "The King" Lawler: Are they serious, JR? What makes either of them think they deserves a shot at the WWF Championship? What have they ever done to earn it?

Standing behind the police officers, McMahon finally speaks.

Mr. McMahon: You want a shot at this, huh? You think you're the "Most Dangerous Man On the Planet", huh? Well, I've got news for you Shamrock! And I've got news for you too, Owen! You won't be getting anywhere near this Championship!

The crowd begins to roar with boos, as Shamrock's face grows red with anger. Owen looks even more pissed than he was about being a disgraced Hart family member.

Mr. McMahon: You see... you're both nothing to me. You're both nothing to this company. You want a shot at gold... fine! But it won't be for this!

Shamrock begins to pace the ring back and fourth, beating his head in anger. Owen puts his hands on his hips, waiting to see what else Vince has to say.

Jerry "The King" Lawler: What does McMahon mean, JR? If he isn't giving a Shamrock a shot at the WWF Chamionship, what is he giving him a shot at?

Mr. McMahon: If you ever... want a shot at this, you better earn something else first! I've got a lot of hungry guys in the back, and as it seems... so are you two. That's why I'm putting you both in a tournament for the Intercontinental Championship!

Jim Ross: Did you hear that, King? McMahon is turning Shamrock and Hart down for the WWF Championship!

Jerry "The King" Lawler: Hey! Atleast they're getting a shot at something! McMahon could have just fired them both!

Jim Ross: That might be what's coming next...

McMahon adjusts the title on his shoulder, as Shamrock and Hart seem to be staring a hole right through him.

Mr. McMahon: Get that son of a bitch out of my ring! In fact... why don't you all get the hell out of my ring?!? Inbetween listening you all you morons go on and on about getting a shot at this, I've decided just what I'm gonna do! There are six men... SIX! That even belong in the mention of this title, and those six men will compete in two triple threat matches! The two winners... will go on to the Royal Rumble to fight for this!

McMahon holds the belt into the air, as everyone in the arena stares right at it.

Mr. McMahon: As for the others involved in the two triple threats... you'll find out when the time comes!


"No Chance in Hell" suddenly blares through the Compaq Center, as McMahon ducks under the top rope.

Jerry "The King" Lawler: Who could the other men be, JR? Who's going to get their chance to fight at the Royal Rumble for the WWF Championship?!?

Jim Ross: I've got no idea, King, but one thing is for sure... At the Royal Rumble we will be crowning a new World wrestling Federaiton Champion!

As McMahon disappears through the curtain, Raw fades to commercial.