Post by John Laurinaitis on Feb 24, 2012 2:05:02 GMT -6
Live! From The Compaq Center in Houston, Texas!
March 5th, "1998"
As the intro fades into the Compaq Center, fireworks come shooting down from the ceiling and exploding across the stage. With "Thorn in Your Eye" blaring through the arena, the camera pans the crowd, catching the excitement and anticipation for the return of Raw Is War! As the camera pans over to the announce table, Jim Ross and Jerry "The King" Lawler welcome us to the show!
Jim Ross: Welcome to Raw, ladies and gentlemen! I'm Jim Ross...
Jerry "The King" Lawler: And I'm Jerry "The King" Lawler! The World Wrestling Federation is back, and you better believe it!
Jim Ross: King, you're exactly right! The FCC did all they could to keep us off the air, but our team of lawyers closely examined the laws, discovering that the FCC was wrong in kicking us off the air for what they claimed to be a legitimate reason!
Jerry "The King" Lawler: Haha! The FCC couldn't stop us!
Jim Ross: You're damn right they couldn't, and that is why here tonight... Raw Is War is returning to you live and on television! We're not quite sure what Mr. McMahon has in store tonight, but we were told to expect a major announcement. Anything can happen on any given night here in the World Wrestling Federation!
Jerry "The King" Lawler: Anything, JR? I like the sound of that!
Jim Ross: You can just about guarantee that something is...
Ross and Lawler are suddenly cut off!
"No Chance in Hell" bellows through the arena, 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 briefcase in his right hand, as he does his usual strut down the ramp. Fans scream and yell at him, calling him scum. McMahon arrogantly 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! Every 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 in a few months? How is he going to crown new champions?
Jerry "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 in just a few months...
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!
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.
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...
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.
The Rock: 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 McMahon 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 fourth 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 versus 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 very ring!
The crowd erupts once again, as The Rock stares in to the eyes of HBK. He awaits the response from either man, patiently. 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! Do you understand that? Now... I don't mind if you whoop Shawn Michaels' ass, but it damn sure won't be for the WWF Championship at the Royal Rumble!
Rock lowers his sunglasses, as he raises an 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...
A loud bell tolls, as an evil lingers over the area. The Undertaker's theme suddenly haunts through the arena, as the lights darken, and a blue hue covers the arena. The Undertaker tears through the curtain, receiving a mix of cheers and boos.
Jim Ross: The Undertaker! Is he coming to the ring to stake his claim at the title too?
Jerry "The King" Lawler: I think so, JR! McMahon better watch what he says with Undertaker in the ring!
Undertaker slowly makes his way to the ring. He reaches up, grabbing the top rope. He pulls himself up onto the apron and enters the ring. He beckons for a microphone, as one is handed to him. Standing before McMahon, Undertaker rolls his eyes deep into the back of his head. The lights slowly return to normal, as the music fades out.
The 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 all the World Wrestling Federation. Hand me that championship, McMahon, or there will be HELL TO PAY! For if not, then I will unleash the most brutal entity that has walked the face of the Earth, if I do not get that which I seek. And what I seek, is that championship that you are holding in your own hands, McMahon.
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 begins to speak.
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...
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.
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!
The fans cheer and begin chanting Austin's name again
"Austin! Austin! Austin!"
Mr. McMahon: Damn it, Austin! 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!
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 title 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...
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!
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!
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!
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!
Loud "ohh's" can be heard throughout the arena as Shamrock makes the offensive comment, staring Vince McMahon down all the while, 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!
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...
As Vince goes to speak, one more man joins the party.
As Owen Hart's music blares through the Compaq Center, he suddenly appears on the titantron, looking highly upset.
Owen Hart: 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, McMahon, or there's going to be hell to pay!
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! At least 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?!? In between 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 Federation Champion!
As McMahon disappears through the curtain, Raw fades to commercial.
Raw Is War returns from commercial, as the camera pans over the crowd. The camera finally makes its way back over to the announce table, as it focuses on Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler.
Jim Ross: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen! What a way to kick things off, huh, King?!
Jerry "The King" Lawler: You got that right, JR!
Jim Ross: In just a moment we are gonna to the action, folks! But before we head to the ring for the first match up of the night, let's hear a word from one of the men who we'll be seeing in just a mere moment.
Jerry "The King" Lawler: Take it away, Michael Cole!
The camera cuts backstage to Michael Cole, who is standing by with the mammoth of a man... Vader.
Michael Cole: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm joined at this time by Vader, who in just a few minutes will be kicking off Monday Night Raw against Bart Gunn! Vader, word has it that Vince McMahon has placed you in a tournament for the Intercontinental Championship!
Vader: Mr. McMahon... you place Vader in such a tournament? Let me warn you... when Vader is done with this tournament, there may not be anyone left in the World Wrestling Federation! They must all pass through Vader, and that will not happen!
Michael Cole: Vader, how do you plan on taking out Bart Gunn? Granted this isn't your tournament match, I'm sure Mr. McMahon is expecting to see a big win for you here tonight.
Vader: Bart Gunn! When you step into that ring tonight... you will know it is time! You will know that your time... is up! And a new time will be upon the World Wrestling Federation! Ohhhh, it will be time! It's time! It's... VADER! TIME!
Michael Cole: Well, there you have it, folks! Vader is looking to make a big time impact here on Raw Is War's return to television!
Vader shoves past Michael Cole, as he heads to the Gorilla position.
Jim Ross: It looks like Vader is looking to make a big time statement here tonight!
Jerry "The King" Lawler: Let's see what his opponent has got to say!
We fade into a well lit empty boxing gym. We pan around, as we hear the pacing thud of punches hitting a punching bag. We find the source of the noise, as we see a man jabbing and hooking the hanging bag. We grow closer, as the man nails the bag one final time with a huge left hand. The man turns around, revealing himself as Bart Gunn. He picks up a towel, wiping off his face, before dropping it back down on a nearby bench, as he turns his attention to the camera.
Bart Gunn: “Big Van Vader“… All I hear people say when talking about you is your strength, your power. Vader, you do have a lot of strength and power in that oversized body of yours. That is a fact. Another fact is, I hold more power… I hold more strength in this left hand, than you do in your entire body. People talk about this left for a reason, and that‘s because it knocks out anyone it comes in contact with. Vader, no matter how much power you hold, you are no match when this left strikes you across your face. The Golden Left will shine this coming Monday. I will cut you down, Vader. I will strike you down… With the Golden Left…
Bart turns to the punching bag, cracking it with another left hand, sending a thunderous smack echoing throughout the gym, before he walks away. We watch the punching bag sway, until we fade out to black.
Jim Ross: There you heard it, folks! Bart Gunn isn't going to go down tonight without a fight!
Big Van Vader vs. Bart Gunn
(Singles Match!)
Vader and Bart Gunn made their way out, determined to beat the other on the return of Raw Is War. Early on in the match, Vader took control, dominating Bart Gunn. As Vader looked to have it won, Bart Gunn reached down deep and kicked out of a huge Vader Bomb! Using his will and determination, Gunn battled back, wearing Down Vader. As Gunn looked to go for the win, Vader turned the tables! Vader crushed Bart in the corner and finished him off with a Vadersault to pick up the victory.
Winner: Vader
As Raw Is War returns from commercial, the theme song of Sable hits, as the fans give a mixed reaction for the Playboy cover girl. She has a microphone in hand and is in her ring gear. She begins to talk as she walks down the ramp.
Sable: You know... For the longest time, I've felt that the Women's division here is dwindling. We're never given a chance anymore, and that is shown with the fact of how little women wrestlers there actually are on the roster. But no matter how many or how little women there are, I will always be the standout in the WWF, hands down. So while there is a lack of competition, I thought I'd help out the male competition.
Sable enters the ring through the bottom rope, ignoring the cat calls from the loud crowd.[/color]
Sable: I have the capability to be without a doubt the best manager in WWF history, in terms of helping the wrestlers individual performance if you get what I mean... And they get one hell of a confidence boost having me as their manager because, well, look at me! It's safe to say that all of you have enjoyed looking at me right now, so who doesn't want to have a manager that all the men come to see, and who all the women want to be?... And to seal the deal, how about a little... grind?
Sable: ...Any takers?
Jerry "The King" Lawler: Ohhh my, JR! I think...
Jim Ross: Just hush! We know what you're thinking, King!
The crowd cheers ravenously as Sable gives them a little show in the ring, as she awaits a superstar from the back. She just finishes her grind, as a familiar tune blares through the arena.
Val Venis makes his way from the back in his signature towel. Val licks his finger and heads to ring with a cocky grin on his face looking at the sensual woman in the ring. Val climbs up the ring steps and ask for a microphone from the ringside attendant to address Sable.
Venis: Hello Ladies... Haha, I was sitting in the back getting ready for my European Championship match tonight, and I couldn't help but hear that Sable was looking for some new talent to "manage". Sable, the Big Valbowski would love to have your sexy ass in his corner and in his locker room. I am a future champion here in the WWF, and I think the two of us would make one of the most "stimulating" duos in WWF history. So what do you say? Do you want to take a ride with the Big Valbowski to the top of this company?
Val drops his microphone and mouths to Sable "How's this for a grind?". Venis begins to run his hands over his body before slowly removing his towel and grinding his way over to Sable awaiting her answer.
Sable looks taken aback yet pleased by Val Venis and his attempt at the grind, she begins to clap her hands for him as the fans cheer on the big valbowski. She runs her hand down his chest and begins to speak.[/color]
Sable: You've been practicing, haven't you? Well, Val. I'm very impressed of how you came out here and took things by the balls and gave it all you had. Maybe me in your corner tonight could be the encouragement you need to win that European champion. It's not like anyone else has what it takes anyway! I must say, you are quite a physical specimen. You even did the grind almost as good as me. I would be more than happy to take a ride with the Big Valbowski to the very top of this company...
Sable then winks and snatches the towel out of Val's hands. She puts the towel around his neck and pulls him in and plants a big kiss on his lips! The fans go wild![/color]
Jim Ross: Sable just planted a big wet one on Val Venis!
Jerry "The King" Lawler: Me next, Sable! Me next! I want a kiss!
Jim Ross: Would you calm down, King! Sable has chosen to manage Val Venis! Will she help him win the European Championship here tonight?
Jerry "The King" Lawler: I wish she'd take a ride with me, JR! She doesn't know what she's missing!
Jim Ross: Well folks, we'll be right back after this quick commercial break!
As Monday Night Raw returns from commercial, Edge is seen standing across the ring from a local wrestler. The local wrestler paces nervously, as the referee waits for the go ahead to ring the bell.
Jim Ross: This guy better watch his back, King! The Brood is bound to be lurking around here somewhere.
Jerry "The King" Lawler: They could be anywhere! Under the ring! In the rafters! Who knows!
Jim Ross: One thing is for sure, if he stands a chance in this match, he better not stick around after it.
As the referee signals for the bell, the lights suddenly go out...
Jim Ross: What the!
Jerry "The King" Lawler: This doesn't look good, JR!
The eerie music of the Brood suddenly begins to play, as red strobe lights begin to go off all over the arena.
Jim Ross: Someone just entered the ring! What in the hell is going on?!?
Jerry "The King" Lawler: I know exactly what's going on, JR!
Through the quick red flashes of light, it can be seen that someone is getting attacked in the ring. As the music slowly fades out, the lights come back on. There... laying in the center of the ring covered in blood is the local wrestler. On the outside of the ring is Gangrel and Christian, the other two members of the Brood. Gangrel nods his head in approval, smiling at the blood bath they have just given the local wrestler.
Jim Ross: Oh, come on! He's covered in blood!
Jerry "The King" Lawler: They gave him a blood bath, JR! There's blood everywhere!
As Edge remains in his corner, Gangrel points to the downed local wrestler, telling Edge to finish him off. Edge looks around at the crowd, as they begin booing. Gangrel continues to tell Edge what to do, but Edge isn't moving. He isn't going to finish the guy off.
Jerry "The King" Lawler: Is Edge refusing to do what Gangrel is telling him? What's he doing? C'mon, Edge!
Jim Ross: You're damn right he's refusing! Why should he take orders from that sick, sick being?
Gangrel and Christian slide into the ring and approach Edge. Gangrel looks Edge right in the eyes, getting all up in his face. Gangrel points back at the fallen wrestler, but Edge still doesn't budge. Frustrated at Edge's refusal, Gangrel points to Christian, telling him to finish off the guy. Christian pulls the guy up, as blood drips off of his body.
Jerry "The King" Lawler: It looks like Edge can't finish the job, so Christian is!
Jim Ross: Come on! Leave the guy alone! All he did was show up here tonight to have a match!
Christian drives the guy into the mat with the Impaler! Still angered by Edge's refusal, Gangrel begins to poke Edge in the chest with his finger.
Jim Ross: Is Edge just going to stand there and take that from him?
Jerry "The King" Lawler: It sure looks like it! He's just a follower, JR! Gangrel runs this rabid pack of vampires!
Refusing to take anymore of Gangrel in his face, Edge shoves him back, causing him to trip and fall into the pool of blood on the mat. The crowd begins to roar with cheers for Edge, showing their appreciation for what he just did. Gangrel quickly gets to his feet, but Christian holds him back, stopping chaos from breaking out.
Jim Ross: Is Edge done with the Brood? Is he finally stepping out on his own?
Jerry "The King" Lawler: That's a dumb move by Edge! He'll never be forgiven by Gangrel and Christian, and I guarantee you... there will be hell to pay for it.
Edge slowly looks around at the cheering crowd. He then beckons for a microphone.
Jim Ross: He's going to speak! He's finally going to say what's on his mind!
Jerry "The King" Lawler: Say you're sorry, Edge. It isn't too late to be forgiven.
As Edge is about to speak the crowd gets excited and begins to chant Edge's name.
Edge: Gangrel... I'm sick and tired of you and your "wanna be" tag team partner Christian running around acting like you own this joint! Call me a Captain Obvious, but I'm pretty sure you aren't even a real vampire!
Jim Ross: He's just asking for it, King!
Edge: Ask anybody in the locker room how they got where they are today. I guarantee you none of them will say by wearing fangs and sharing your Kool-aid with the local jobbers.
The more fired up the crowd gets, the angrier Gangrel is getting.
Jerry "The King" Lawler: Is Edge off his rocker? They're gonna kill him!
Jim Ross: Well, I'm not sure how smart it was of him. Now he's on both Gangrel and Christian's bad side!
Edge: My name is Edge, and I am the future of the WWF! As for drinking your Kool-aid, Gangrel... I'm done!
Edge drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring. The crowd is roaring with cheers, as Gangrel is going nuts in the ring.
Jim Ross: Ladies and gentlemen, we'll be right back with more Raw is War after this commercial break!
Jim Ross: Welcome back, folks! Up next you are going to witness the start of the World Wrestling Federation's Hardcore Division! Mr. McMahon has chosen two men to go head to head to crown a Hardcore Champion!
Jerry "The King" Lawler: And what do ya' know, he picked The Godfather and Jeff Hardy! I don't know about Godfather, but I do know that Jeff Hardy is about as reckless as they come.
Jim Ross: There is no telling what kind of brutality we will see between these two men, King. They're going to go to new limitations here tonight to crown a champion!
Jerry "The King" Lalwer: What's this?!? I'm hearing word from the back that this match has already started!
Jim Ross: Let's head to the back and catch the action!
Jeff Hardy vs. The Godfather
(Falls Count Anywhere/Extreme Rules: Hardcore Championship!)
As Raw cut to the back, Godfather and Jeff Hardy were brawling back and forth through the catering area. Both men used whatever they could get their hands on to beat the hell out of eachother. Godfather smashed a glass pitcher over Jeff's face, cutting him wide open. As Jeff was crawling away, the fight ended up into the hallway. Godfather tossed Jeff through a black curtain, which looked to be the Gorilla position entrance. They battled out onto the stage, where Jeff seemed to gain the upperhand. Jeff tossed Godfather down the ramp, where he rolled all the way down to the ring. Jeff set up a table and placed Godfather on top of it. Jeff slid a ladder into the ring and climbed all the way to the top. As Jeff leaped off, Godfather rolled out of the way, sending Jeff crashing through the table. Godfather rolled over on Jeff, covering him for the victory.
Winner: The Godfather
As Raw Is War returns from commercial, the camera cuts over to Jim Ross and Jerry "The King" Lawler.
Jim Ross: What a match!
Jerry "The King" Lawler: I never knew you could use such things as weapons, JR!
Jim Ross: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm hearing word that our next match will be for the European Championship! Because he was so impressed with Edge splitting from the Brood, Mr. McMahon has given Edge this opportunity to become a champion!
Jerry "The King" Lawler: And did you hear who his opponent was? Its Val Venis! Haha! The women are gonna go nuts when he comes back out here!
Jim Ross: Sable better keep a close eye on Val around all these women! It is sure to be one heck of a mat...
"Break It Down" blares through the arena, as the crowd is filled with cheers and boos. As the curtain slings open, Shawn Michaels, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, and Chyna make their way out onto the stage. Helmsley and Michaels both throw up X's with their arms, as they walk across the stage. As each of them send a few crotch chops to the crowd, Shawn pulls a microphone from his back pocket. As the music slowly fades out, he clears his throat.
Shawn Michaels: If I'm not mistaken... the word going around the back is that McMahon is giving two fresh faces a shot at gold here in just a moment. Well... since Degeneration X calls the shots around this place... we're putting a guy of our own in the match! You got that, McMahon?
The crowd begins to boo, as Shawn mentions a third man being added to the next match of the night. Hunter takes the microphone, ready to continue where Shawn left off.
Hunter Hearst Helmsley: You see... McMahon thinks he can stop Shawn and I. He thinks Degeneration X is coming to an end. Well, McMahon, I hate to break it to you, but we're only getting stronger! Tonight, Degeneration X will be bringing home gold! I'm not going to keep you all waiting, so here he is... the newest member of Degeneration X, and your soon to be European Champion...
A similar sounding song to the Degeneration X theme suddenly blares through the Compaq Center. As the curtain flies open, Degeneration X's newest member, X-Pac comes running out. Wearing the colors of green and black, X-Pac does a series of crotch chops! Shawn and Hunter nod their heads in approval, as they send X-Pac on his way to the ring with Chyna at his side.
Jim Ross: DX has added a new member, King!
Jerry "The King" Lawler: Ohhhh, man! McMahon isn't gonna like this one bit, JR! He's gonna flip out once he sees Degeneration X is getting bigger!
Edge vs. X-Pac vs. Val Venis
(Triple Threat: European Championship!)
The curtain slings open, as the women in the arena begin to go wild. Val Venis slowly steps out. His hair is dripping wet, and he wears a white towel around his waist. With a tempting look on his face, Val looks back over his shoulder. His new manager, Sable, steps out from the curtain, rubbing her hands up and down Val's body. As Sable rubs him down and he makes his way to the ring for the match.
Jerry "The King" Lawler: Oh man JR, what I wouldn't give to be Val Venis right now.
Jim Ross: Folks, I gotta apologize for King here he can't seem to contain himself when Sable is around!
As the match started, Edge and X-Pac decided to form an alliance against Venis. The two men attack Venis and are pounding away at him when he tossed both men off of him. Each time Venis went for a pin, Edge or X-Pac broke it up. They were not allowing him to win even though he was fighting both men. As Venis tossed X-Pac out of the ring, he turned his attention to Edge. Venis corned Edge, and looked to go for a splash, but no! Edge moved, and Venis nearly knocked himself out. As Val turned around, he was nailed by a spear from Edge! As Edge was now in control, he was suddenly rolled up by X-Pac! The referee made the count, and X-Pac picked up the win and the European Championship!
Winner: X-Pac
X-Pac celebrates with Degeneration-X after the match as the other two men make their way to the back. Edge is in the back and Val is being comforted by Sable on the way back up the ramp when he is suddenly attacked from behind! Sable backs away, as it is revealed as Mark Henry. Henry hammers away at Val. He then picks him up. With a mean look in his eyes, Henry slams Val down hard onto the steel stage. As Henry stands up, he smiles, knowing the damage he has done. Sable hurries to Val's side, as Henry grabs her by her hair. Henry looks Sable right into her eyes, letting her know that he... is the one she should be managing. Henry then releases her and makes his way to the back with a sadistic smile on his face.
Jim Ross: By gawd King, Henry just destroyed Val Venis!
Jerry "The King" Lawler: YES! Yes JR, this means I have another chance to make Sable mine!
The WWF Warzone cameras come back from commercial to a dark and eerie sight. The Funeral Parlor has officially returned to the WWF with the fans excited in anticipation! Paul Bearer stands among the caskets as the cameras zoom in on Paul Bearer who has a microphone in his left hand and his signature Urn in his right. Paul is wearing a black mortician's suit with a matching vest and tie. Paul looks around the arena with a smirk on his face before speaking into the microphone.
Paul Bearer: Earlier this evening Mr. McMahon discussed the status of the championships here in the World Wrestling Federation. The murderer, The Undertaker, entered himself in the running for the World Wrestling Federation Championship, but tonight he will be stopped by the return of my devil born son. Tonight, that fool Goldust will feel the fury of my son, as he makes his way back to the World Wrestling Federation! OOOOOHHH YYYEEESSS TONIGHT MY SON RETURNS!!! TONIGHT BEGINS THE RESURRECTION OF KANE!!!
As the vignette finishes the the lights in the arena begin to flicker on and off as Bearer makes his way through his Funeral Parlor to a standing dark red casket. Paul runs his hands over the casket mumbling "Oh Yes" over and over before the lights in the arena go out.
Fire erupts from the ring and entrance ramp as the arena is filled with a dark red hue. Bearer is seen raising his Urn into the air, as the red casket flies open to reveal "The Devil's Favorite Demon". Kane emerges from the casket dressed in red & black. Kane stares into the camera rotating his head back and forth as Bearer screams his approval of the resurrection of his son. Bearer stands at the side of Kane as they make their way to the ring. Kane enters over the top rope and makes his way to the center of the ring with Paul at his side. Paul raises his Urn as Kane raises his arms and brings them down sending flames into the air!
Paul Bearer: Mr. McMahon, this is your next World Wrestling Federation Champion, and after he dispatches Goldust tonight, he will burn his way through the WWF to get to his championship with my guidance. Goldust, you will burn in the unholy fires of Kane's resurrection! You will all hear my son's message soon enough as Kane ascends to the holy grail to bathe it in flame!
Bearer laughs maniacally and drops his microphone as Kane stands in the ring awaiting the first victim of his resurrection.
Kane vs. Goldust
(Singles Match!)
As Goldust made his way out, he showed no intimidation from Kane. As Goldust decked Kane with lefts and rights, nothing seemed to work. Kane looked to be invincible. Kane quickly took control, uppercutting Goldust across the ring! As Goldust got to his feet, Kane wrapped his hand around his throat. He lifted him up and chokeslammed him straight to hell! He then pulled Goldust up and lifted him up onto his shoulder. Kane set him up and nailed Goldust with the Tombstone Piledriver!
Winner: Kane
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