A video package starts to play just before the clock strikes 8PM EST, a video package starts to play, complete with a fun voice over.
Voice Over: World Championship Wrestling is a land divided…
A quick shot of the vintage 4 Horseman is shown, followed by a shot of ‘The Nature Boy’ Ric Flair, ‘The Man They Call’ Sting, ‘The Enforcer’ Arn Anderson, ‘The New Enforcer’ Cal Anderson, and the WCW North American Champion, Lance Storm. The video then cuts to a shot of the initial 3-man New World Order unit, before flashing to today’s New World Order, looking mighty as ever.
Voice Over: One company fights a war for survival…
Ric Flair is shown brawling with ‘Hollywood’ Hulk Hogan, while Booker T fights with ‘The Chosen One’ Jeff Jarrett.
Voice Over: …While another invades for dominance.
The nWo is shown spray painting Ric Flair in black spray paint, and Booker T in black and white spray paint.
Voice Over: Both sides are locked in a long battle…
Ric Flair and Eric Bischoff are shown staring each other down from Mayhem.
Voice Over: …But the time for the turning point, is now.
Clips of the problems with Lance Storm and ‘The Career Killer’ Mike Awesome are shown, followed by Hulk Hogan, Ric Flair, and ‘Big Sexy’ Kevin Nash, and then an extensive feature on the history between Booker T and Jeff Jarrett.
Voice Over: The “Grand Daddy of Wrestling” is Starrcade…
Ric Flair is shown defeating Harley Race in a steel cage back on November 24, 1983, for the NWA World Heavyweight Championship.
Voice Over: …Men can seal their mark as a legend, while others can have their careers crumble beneath them.
Shots of Booker T, Jeff Jarrett, and ‘Big Poppa Pump’ Scott Steiner are shown first, all standing tall. Then individual shots of Kevin Nash, Hulk Hogan, Ric Flair, and Sting are shown, each of the four shown beaten down and battered.
Voice Over: Tonight, one man will walk out of Starrcade, a Champion…
Jeff Jarrett is shown standing tall from the second turnbuckle, raising the WCW World Heavyweight Championship Belt into the air. Booker T is then shown walking down the old entrance ramp with the same Belt on his right shoulder.
Voice Over: …and he will carry the weight of a war on his shoulders.
Both Booker T and Jeff Jarrett are shown again; Booker T is celebrating in the ring with Flair, Sting, and the Anderson’s, while Jeff Jarrett stands tall in the ring with the New World Order.
Voice Over: While one man will stand strong, another will walk away forever…
Hulk Hogan is shown walking out of WCW back at the Bash at the Beach in July 2000, looking angry as ever. Kevin Nash is shown sitting in the crowd, alongside ‘The Bad Guy’ Scott Hall, the two men flashing tickets. Ric Flair is then shown after losing his Retirement Match to Hulk Hogan at Halloween Havoc in 1994.
Voice Over: One man fights to regain his pride, while another seeks to continue his crusade…
Scott Steiner is shown back from early 2001, holding the WCW World Heavyweight Championship Belt, while Sting is shown fighting off various New World Order members.
Voice Over: …Only one man will get what they desire.
Sting is shown giving Scott Steiner the infamous power bomb off the top of the Super Cage from last month’s Mayhem. There is then a pause for a few seconds before the voice over continues.
Voice Over: Friends have turned into enemies…
Billy Kidman and Rey Misterio Jr. are shown embracing at first, only to cut to Misterio blasting Kidman with a steel chair. The old Natural Born Thrillers are then shown standing together, only to cut to Chuck Palumbo & Sean O’Haire battling Mark Jindrak & Johnny Stamboli.
Voice Over: …And the battle for pride and superiority is on.
Kidman and Misterio are shown staring each other down from the most recent Wednesday Nitro, while Mike Sanders, Jindrak, and Stamboli are shown standing tall over the beaten Young Lions.
Voice Over: The moment of opportunity is here…
Kevin Nash is shown ending Goldberg’s undefeated streak at Starrcade 1998.
Voice Over: …The time for change is now…
Booker T is shown doing the Spinaroonie.
Voice Over: …The tides are changing…
Ric Flair and Kevin Nash are shown putting Hogan through the announcer’s table with Jack Knife Power Bomb.
Voice Over: …History will be forever changed…
Kevin Nash is then shown hitting Flair with a Jack Knife Power Bomb.
Voice Over: …The war will take a deciding turn…
Ric Flair and Arn Anderson stare down Hulk Hogan and Eric Bischoff in a backstage corridor.
Voice Over: …The fate of WCW and the nWo is on the line…
Sting is shown starting down Hulk Hogan from Starrcade in 1997.
Voice Over: …And the turning point is now…
Hulk Hogan, Kevin Nash, and Ric Flair all stare each other down from the conclusion of Wednesday Nitro two weeks ago; the conclusion of last week’s Nitro between Booker T and Jarrett is then shown.
Voice Over: …Starrcade!
World Championship Wrestling
The Georgia Dome, Atlanta, Georgia
December 16, 2001
The fans are all on their feet, cheering and clapping their hands as WCW Starrcade is finally here! The camera scroll throughout the entire Georgia Dome, getting hundreds upon hundreds of fans’ faces on global pay per view! The cameras scroll around the Dome for well over 15 seconds before cutting to the announcer’s table. The table is still located at the bottom of the entrance ramp on the right side, and sitting there is ‘The Professor’ Mike Tenay, dressed in his best tuxedo, and everyone’s favorite announcer, Tony Schiavone!
Tony Schiavone: Fans, it is my distinct honor to say, welcome to ‘The Grand Daddy of Them All’ Starrcade! I am ‘The Voice of World Championship Wrestling’ Tony Schiavone, and alongside me as always, is ‘The Professor’ Mike Tenay!
Mike Tenay: Thank you, Tony, and ladies and gentlemen, let me just reiterate, welcome to Starrcade! This is going to be one of the biggest, if not thee biggest, Starrcade ever in professional wrestling!
Tony Schiavone: Professor, tonight’s Starrcade might be bigger than every event in the history of professional wrestling!
Mike Tenay: Tonight is a night where the tides will be turned in the battle of World Championship Wrestling versus the New World Order. Lance Storm will defend the WCW North American Championship against ‘The Career Killer’ Mike Awesome! ‘The Chosen One’ Jeff Jarrett defends the WCW World Heavyweight Championship against Booker T! And of course, either ‘Hollywood’ Hulk Hogan, ‘Big Sexy’ Kevin Nash, or ‘The Nature Boy’ Ric Flair will be retired from professional wrestling!
Tony Schiavone: Each of these three matches are so important to the war between WCW and the nWo! Mike Awesome could finally dethrone Lance Storm as the North American Champion, or Lance Storm could take out another nWo member! Booker T could regain his WCW World Heavyweight Championship, or Jeff Jarrett could slay one of WCW’s last hopes to regain their World Title!
Mike Tenay: And of course, the triple threat retirement match! Whoever takes the fall, whether it be Hogan, Nash, or Flair, will be forced to retire!
Tony Schiavone: In other words, that means there’s a two-thirds chance that either WCW or the nWo will lose their cornerstone tonight!
Mike Tenay: But no matter what, one of the biggest legends in this sport will be retired!
Tony Schiavone: And the winner of the match is going to have the opportunity of a lifetime! The winner of that retirement match will receive a guaranteed WCW World Heavyweight Title shot at any time within the next calendar year! The winner can have their match at any time, day or night, at any show, big or small, and they don’t even have to give the Champion a minute’s notice of the match!
Mike Tenay: That’s right, Tony! The winner, whether it’s Hogan, Nash, or Flair, just has to show up to the ring, and start the match! In fact, the winner could have their Title match tonight!
Tony Schiavone: The fact is, the winner of the match gets that special clause in their contract, and gives him a great deal of power!
Mike Tenay: While there are three matches featuring WCW versus the nWo, there is still one franchise player of World Championship Wrestling that will be in action tonight! ‘The Man They Call’ Sting will go one-on-one with one of the biggest bad asses in the world today, ‘Big Poppa Pump’ Scott Steiner!
Tony Schiavone: These two men have had problems stemming back to Mayhem, when Sting took Scott Steiner out of the Super Cage match with a power bomb off the top of the Super Cage, through the roof of the second cell, and through a table inside that second cage!
Mike Tenay: That was one of the biggest power bombs in the history of WCW, and now tonight, Scott Steiner is out to get his revenge on Sting for costing him a shot at Jeff Jarrett and the WCW World Heavyweight Championship!
Tony Schiavone: And for Sting, this match isn’t about revenge, oh no! The Stinger simply wants to get back on track to continue his crusade against the New World Order! He wants to defeat Steiner tonight, and use that momentum to further him in his war alongside WCW against the New World Order.
Mike Tenay: Well folks, there is a lot more Tony and I could talk about, but we need to shift gears and talk about our opening match tonight, and that is Billy Kidman versus Rey Misterio! These two me have been locked in a bitter feud since August, when Rey Misterio returned from an injury at Souled Out, and turned on the Filthy Animals, breaking the friendships he shared with Konnan and Tigress, but most of all, Billy Kidman.
Tony Schiavone: These two men have had one-on-one matches at both Fall Brawl and Halloween Havoc, but both times, Rey Misterio seemingly lost the match on purpose, either by count-out or disqualification.
Mike Tenay: But tonight, there will be no running, and there will no disqualifications because these two are locking it up in a Last Man Standing match!
Tony Schiavone: It’s such a shame that these two best friends have come to this, but now, there is no turning back! It is time for Billy Kidman and Rey Misterio to find out just who is the better man between the two! It’s time to see which Filthy Animal is the last man standing!
The rap song “Filthy” hits, and the crowd starts to cheer as Billy Kidman rushes out from the entrance chute and onto the entrance stage. Kidman, sporting his standard white muscle shirt and black jeans, is ready for action. Kidman tries to get the crowd up to their feet and ready to go as he sprints down the entrance ramp and dives into the ring. Kidman gets into the ring bounces on the balls of his feet, warming himself up for what’s going to be a nasty brawl. “La Lucha” hits and after several seconds Rey Misterio Jr. comes out from the entrance chute, sporting a creamy orange and white set of mask and pants. Misterio looks much more serious than Kidman did, looking throughout the Georgia Dome, taking in the environment. Misterio proceeds to walk down the entrance ramp and to the ring, climbing up the steps before entering the ring via the second and third ropes. Misterio enters the ring and stands directly across the ring from Kidman, about three feet away from him. Referee Mark Johnson comes in between the two men and reiterates the rules of the Last Man Standing match, all of which are common sense. Johnson calls for the bell, it rings, and the curtain jerking is underway!
Billy Kidman vs. Rey Misterio Jr.
Last Man Standing Match
The two men, former best friends and now hated rivals, stare each other down for the first several seconds of the match, soaking in the environment. However, the two slowly start to circle the ring, starting off slow before pretty much jogging around the ring twice until Kidman lunges in for a tie-up. Misterio ducks under Billy’s arms, sliding to his knees. Rey spins 180 degrees on his knees and springs right back up to his feet as Kidman turns around to face him. Kidman charges looking for a quick clothesline, but Rey ducks and goes under Kidman’s right arm again. Before Kidman can turn back around, Misterio jumps into the air from behind Kidman, flipping over Kidman. Misterio grabs a hold of Kidman’s head and face as he flips down to the canvas, trying to snap Kidman with a modified neck breaker, but fails to do so. Rey keeps a hold of Kidman’s face and hops up into the air, trying to snap Kidman down for a stunner, it seems, only for Kidman to flip and roll over Rey’s back, shoulders, and head, spinning to his feet and landing in front of Rey, the two men looking face to face. Kidman charges at Rey, but Rey bends over and Kidman leaps over Rey. Before Rey can get up, Kidman quickly leaps off his feet and dropkicks Misterio, right in the buttocks. Misterio staggers forward, and his skull smashes right into the second turnbuckle pad. Rey stays in that position, his hands clenched around the second rope next to the turnbuckle. Kidman runs from behind Rey and leaps into the air, landing right on Rey’s back. Kidman stays on Rey’s back, his hands clutching the third rope for balance. Kidman then jumps up into the air, tucks his feet to his chest as he reaches his max height before slamming his feet towards the ground on the way down, driving his feet right into Rey’s back!
Kidman somersaults to his feet as Rey clutches at his back in pain, the spot looking killer and painful on his back. The crowd pops as Kidman throws his arms up and down in the air, getting them pumped up. Rey staggers to his feet, only for Kidman to charge right at Rey and knock him back into the corner with a clothesline. Kidman starts to drill Rey in the mid-section with hard kicks, doing a number early on Rey Misterio. Kidman connects with the kicks for several moments before grabbing Rey by the head/mask and dragging him out of the corner and to the center of the ring. Kidman connects with two forearm strikes to the face before whipping Rey towards the ropes. Rey wraps his arms around the third rope when he hits them, stopping his momentum, and allowing him to drop to the canvas and roll to the outside of the ring, needing to stop and regain his focus. Rey turns his back to the ring and starts taking steps towards the entrance ramp when Kidman runs off the ropes opposite the side of the stage, runs back across the ring, hops onto the third rope and jumps off, scoring with a beautiful missile dropkick, right to the upper back of Rey Misterio Jr.!
The crowd explodes into cheers and a minor “Holy Shit”
chant pops out, while both men recuperate on the metallic entrance ramp. Mark Johnson rolls out of the ring and rushes over to both men and immediately starts to count to ten.
Kidman quickly starts getting up to his feet
Kidman gets up to his feet completely, and pulls Rey up to his, seeing as Rey was already starting to do so. No point in letting Johnson continue a count that will never get to ten, I suppose. Kidman drills Rey with several forearm strikes and a right hand before whipping Rey into the steel guard rail. Misterio goes back first into the rail, but gets no time to recuperate as Kidman charges and scores with a clothesline, sending Misterio flipping back over the guard rail and into the crowd! Security backs the members of the crowd out of the way as Kidman hops over the guard rail and lands on his feet in the crowd as well. Kidman pulls Misterio up to his feet and rocks him with a hard right hand, sending Rey staggering a step or two. Kidman grabs a hold of Rey and walks the two over to the edge of the guard rail. Kidman locks in a front face lock and lifts Rey up for a vertical suplex before spinning Misterio and releasing him with a screwdriver suplex, slamming Rey over the guard rail and onto the entrance ramp, on his back.As Rey writhes in pain on the entrance ramp, Billy Kidman calls for the crowd to stay back as he climbs up onto the security guard rail. Kidman takes a deep breath and leaps off the railing… SHOOTING STAR PRESS… Misterio tucks his knees at the last second, and Kidman’s torso and abdomen spikes off Rey’s knees!
The crowd groans as Kidman rolls off Misterio, holding his knees to his chest in pain, his ribs in pain after the SSP gone wrong.
Mark ‘Slick’ Johnson starts to count to ten, but Rey Misterio Jr. starts getting up to his feet right away. Kidman is slower to respond, but gets back up to his feet at four, albeit with help from Misterio. Rey clobbers Billy with several forearm strikes to the chin, sending Kidman staggering up the metallic entrance ramp. Rey continues to hit Kidman with forearm strikes, resulting in Kidman staggering further and further up the ramp until the two reach the entrance stage. Once on the stage, Misterio whacks Kidman with several more hard forearm strikes before grabbing him by the head and drilling him off the metallic wall that help supports the entrance chute. Misterio doesn’t release Kidman’s head from his hand, however, bashing Kidman’s face off of the entrance stage wall four more times. Kidman staggers backwards, turning as he does so, his back to Misterio. Rey runs at the staggering Kidman and leaps into the air, catching Kidman around the head and driving him to the entrance stage with a bulldog!
Rey starts getting up to his feet right away as Kidman is motionless, face down on the steel ramp. Mark Johnson starts to make the count on Kidman.
Kidman gets back up to his feet fully after the 6 count after pulling himself up to his feet on counts four and five. Misterio drills Kidman with another hard forearm strike, followed by a quick knee to the mid-section of Kidman, keeling him over. Rey takes a step back before running in and connecting with a running knee lift. Kidman staggers away from Rey, teetering ever so close to the edge of the stage, and a possible 10 foot drop to the tables and equipments below. Rey walks over to Kidman and kicks him across his back, before lifting Kidman up into the air for a crucifix power bomb. Rey, holding Kidman up by his arms, walks over to the edge of the stage, and tries to throw Kidman over his head, but Kidman wiggles his way out of Misterio’s grip just in the nick of time! Before Rey can turn around, Kidman hooks Rey’s arms… and hits a beautiful dragon suplex on the stage!
Misterio takes the great head drop and folds up like an accordion as both men stay down on the ‘steel’ ramp. Mark Johnson checks on the two men, and starts the ten count.
Kidman gets back up to his feet, but still has a few cobwebs to shake out
Misterio staggers up to his feet as well, but he also still has cobwebs to shake out. Kidman isn’t going to let Rey fully recuperate, however, instead nailing him with a hard right hand to the forehead of Misterio. Rey staggers across the entrance stage as Kidman continues to drill Rey with hard right hands, stopping once he and Rey get to the top of the entrance ramp. Kidman scores with several right hands to Rey before hitting a knee to Rey’s gut, doubling him over. Kidman steps to the side of Rey, grabs a hold of his arm, and flips Rey over his waist with a hip toss, sending Rey smashing off the entrance ramp, and rolling all the way down the rest of the ramp, stopping several feet away from the ring. Kidman jogs down the ramp after Misterio, and immediately scoops Rey off the ground and onto his feet once reaching him. Kidman shoves Rey into the side of the ring, and drills Rey across his bare chest with a hard knife edge chop. Rey starts to fall forward but instead of letting him fall, Kidman grabs Rey and lifts him up into the air over his head before taking a few steps and dropping Rey. Misterio free falls down to the ground, but only after his face hot shots off the top of the ring steps! Rey crumbles to the padded mats around the ring, and Kidman flicks his wet and greasy hair out of his eyes and back behind his head. Kidman takes a few seconds to catch his breath before pulling Rey back up to his feet. Rey takes a hard forearm and side-elbow strike from Kidman, sending him staggering. Billy grabs Rey by the left wrist and whips him across the ringside aisle, sending him into the security guard rail, back first. Kidman follows in with a charge and leaps into the air, hitting Misterio with a low dropkick to Rey’s abdomen. Kidman quickly gets up to his feet as Rey starts to fall, but Kidman keeps him up on his feet. Kidman grabs Rey from behind, and lifts him up into the air, looking for a possible belly-to-back suplex. However, Kidman slams Rey onto the guard rail, crotching him on it. Rey grabs at himself in pain as Kidman runs and hops onto the apron. Kidman paces all the way along the apron to the far end of it before turning on his heel and sprinting along the apron before leaping off and into the air, and hitting a beautiful missile dropkick to Rey Misterio Jr.!
The crowd pops and starts a brief and mini “Holy Shit”
chant as Rey dramatically falls off the guard rail and into the crowd while Kidman lays on the padded mats inside the guard rails. Johnson immediately starts to make the 10 count.
Kidman finishes getting up to his feet...
Rey Misterio staggers up to his feet, although he continues to stagger while on his feet. The security crew gets the crowd out of the way as Rey staggers a couple feet deeper into the crowd, his back turned to Kidman and the ring. Kidman climbs up onto the security guard rail as Rey starts to turn back towards Kidman, Billy leaps off the guard rail and connects with a cross body block! The two men fall to the concrete floor in the crowd, and Kidman rolls off of Rey and onto the concrete floor before sitting up. Kidman pulls himself up to his feet, and then yanks Rey up to his feet as well. Kidman connects with several right hands to Misterio, followed by a plethora of right hands. Rey staggers away from Kidman and deeper into the crowd. Kidman charges at Misterio soon after though, and tries to go for a clothesline. As Kidman goes for the clothesline, Rey ducks and swings into the air, latching onto Billy’s arm. Rey spins and rolls along Kidman’s back, and keeps spinning around Kidman until he ends up on the opposite side he started, and spikes Kidman with a swinging DDT on the concrete floor!
Kidman sells the DDT further by doing a mini headstand for a second or so after the impact.
Misterio takes several extended moments to catch his breath before sitting up and pulling himself up to his feet. Mark Johnson counts all the while since Kidman is down too, but Rey pulls Kidman up to his feet at four. Misterio scores with multiple forearm strikes to Kidman, followed by a spin kick to Billy’s abdomen, doubling him over. Misterio follows up with a big right hand to Kidman and a kick to Kidman’s left calf before whipping Kidman into the guard rail, back first. Kidman rattles the guard rail slightly, while Misterio takes a couple deep breaths after the whip, before charging full steam at Kidman. Misterio looks for a clothesline but before he gets to Kidman, Billy steps away from the guard rail and meets Misterio, lifting Misterio into the air before Rey can hit the clothesline and drilling him with a Rydeen Bomb on the concrete!
The crowd, especially the fans nearby, cheer loudly as Kidman makes the excellent counter with the sit-out high angle spinebuster ‘bomb. Yes, that’s how to describe the Rydeen Bomb. The crowd nearby try to get a “Holy Shit”
chant going, but it fails to gather steam and dies off quickly.[/I]Misterio goes down hard on the concrete floor, and Kidman slouches back against the guard rail, in some pain as well. Mark Johnson starts another count.
Kidman staggers back up to his feet, still holding the back of his head.
Misterio starts showing signs of life
Misterio makes it back up to his feet, holding his head in pain, only for Kidman to pounce on him right away, landing clubbing blows to Rey’s upper back. Kidman then scores with a hard knee to Rey’s gut, doubling him over, before grabbing Rey’s left arm and flips Rey over his waist with a hip toss, sending Misterio over the guard rail and back to the ringside floor. Kidman hops the guard rail and joins Misterio on the ringside floor. Misterio struggles to get to his feet, on his hands and knees but going nowhere. Kidman charges up to Misterio and drills him with a hard kick to the ribs before pulling him up to his feet. Kidman connects with a side elbow strike to Misterio before whipping him hard, sending Misterio face first into the steel ring post! Rey goes down onto the padded mats and before Johnson can start a ten count, Kidman pulls Misterio to his feet and rolls him onto the apron. As Rey recuperates on the apron, Kidman looks underneath the ring, trying to find the weapon a lot of people should be expecting. After a few moments, Kidman pulls a 10 foot ladder
out from underneath the ring. Kidman starts to lift the ladder up into the air, but the legs of the ladder get caught on the bottom of the ring apron, and Kidman drops the ladder momentarily. Billy gets the ladder out completely from underneath the ring and lifts it up off the ground. Kidman stands up straight, looks at the apron, and spots a running Rey Misterio leap off the apron and land a missile dropkick into the ladder, knocking the ladder into Kidman’s face!
Both men crash to the padded mats, although Kidman has the ladder land across his face as well. The crowd cheers the spot, and with both men down, Johnson starts the double count again.
Misterio Jr. gets up to his feet, still holding his head
Misterio picks up the ladder off the ground as Kidman starts getting up to his feet.
Kidman, with help from the apron, pulls himself up to his feet before the eight count, looking a little woozy still. Kidman has no time to try and recuperate on his feet though as Misterio rams the head/face of the ladder into Kidman’s stomach, doubling him over. Misterio then raises the ladder over his head, only to slam it down onto Kidman’s back! Kidman falls down onto his hands and knees, but Misterio doesn’t attack, instead waiting for Kidman to get up on his own accord. Billy does after a few seconds, and Misterio swings the ladder at him, whacking Kidman across the side of the face with the body of the ladder. Kidman staggers back into the apron, and Misterio leans the ladder up against the ring so he can roll Kidman into the ring. Kidman stays motionless in the ring, holding his head, as Johnson starts a 10 count on him. However, Misterio knows Kidman all to well, and knows he won’t stay down for 10. Rey takes the ladder and slides it halfway into the ring along the second rope, so the head of the ladder is the half in the ring, while the legs are on the apron. The ladder’s head is touching the canvas, while the legs are up in the air. Misterio carefully gets onto the apron and then the third rope, making sure he keeps his balance. Kidman slowly starts to stagger to his feet, and on his feet, his torso keeled over, Misterio springs off of the third rope, slamming down onto the ladder just above the legs, catapulting the face of the ladder right into Kidman’s face!
Kidman goes down onto his back and keels into a ball, taking the blade job. Misterio’s legs and knees land on the ladder and ride to the apron hard, and Rey grabs at his knees from the spot, jamming them up on the impact of the spot. Johnson starts to make the count on Kidman, and this could very well be it.
Misterio successfully pulls himself up to his feet on the apron
The bleeding Kidman starts to try and pull himself up to his feet, but stumbles, and collapses back to his hands and knees
Kidman pulls on the ropes, trying to get enough support to get up
TE- Kidman gets up!
Kidman just barely beats Mark Johnson’s count of 10, but the bleeding Kidman made the play, and the match continues on. Despite a mask that can hide one’s emotions, it is obvious Misterio is shocked at Kidman’s resiliency, and can’t believe Kidman is still fighting. Misterio quickly grabs the ladder, and rams the head into Kidman’s sternum, sending Billy stagger backwards. Misterio swings the ladder at Kidman, cracking Billy across his left arm and side with the body of the ladder, before doing the same to his right. Misterio lands a quick kick to Billy’s abdomen before driving forward with the ladder’s head into Kidman’s gut, driving Kidman back across the ring and into the corner. Misterio rams the ladder into Kidman’s torso again before placing the ladder onto the canvas, so that it is perpendicular to the ring post. Misterio goes back to Kidman and scores with several hard kicks to the abdomen, and a jumping knee strike to Kidman’s chin. Rey then lifts Kidman up off his feet, hoisting him onto his buttocks on the third turnbuckle. Rey climbs up onto the second turnbuckle, and the crowd knows what’s coming, the Frankensteiner… onto the ladder. Misterio weakly hits a few right hands to Kidman, and Misterio quickly springs into the air off the second rope, locking his legs around Kidman’s neck and snapping his upper body backwards for the Frankensteiner, but Kidman tightens his grip on Rey’s thighs, and Rey gets stuck dangling upside down! Rey waves his arms in the air in panic, trying somehow to snap Kidman over his body, but to no avail. Misterio quickly snaps his upper body back up to his legs, so he’s back on Kidman’s shoulders. Rey tries to punch away at Kidman’s bleeding head, but Kidman starts to stand up on his feet on the second turnbuckle before leaping off… SIT-OUT POWER BOMB OFF THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE & ONTO THE LADDER!!
Kidman’s ass and Rey’s back snap off the ladder, and both men collapse to the canvas on their backs. The crowd starts chanting “Holy Shit”
as Mark Johnson looks at both men, and starts a dramatic count.
Kidman, with help from the ropes, pulls himself up to his feet.
TE- MISTERIO GETS UP!
Misterio staggers all over the ring, as Kidman has trouble staying on his feet, his entire body aching. However, these two men are going to keep fighting. This isn’t a match over a simple materialistic possession, but of everything that personifies pride, dignity, and the better man.
The two men finally stagger back into the center of the ring, and both toss up right hands, and both connecting. The two stagger back again, and as they lunge back to each other, they throw right forearm strikes, and again, both connect. Misterio and Kidman both stagger backwards before lunging in again, but this time, both throw up their left forearm into the air to block what each thought would be a strike by the other. The two drop their arm’s and stare each other down after the somewhat stand-off before Rey lands a quick left jab to Kidman’s chin, sending him staggering backwards. Misterio pounces, grabbing a hold of Kidman and whipping him across the ring and into the ropes. Kidman hits the ropes and sprints back at Rey, and before Rey can pull off a move, Kidman wraps himself around Misterio’s body and connects with a beautiful tilt-a-whirl head scissors! The crowd comes to life with a pop as Kidman bounces off the canvas and right up to his feet before extending his arms out to his side and letting out a yell of sheer testosterone and adrenaline. Kidman walks over to the ladder on the canvas and picks it up into his hands, looking to wield it to his advantage. Misterio slowly staggers to his feet, only for Kidman to ram the head of the ladder into Rey’s stomach, doubling him over. Kidman proceeds to then hit over the back with the body of the ladder. Rey stays on his feet, so Kidman walks in front of Rey, drops the ladder to the canvas, and drops Rey with a DDT onto the ladder! Kidman takes a few seconds to wipe the gushing blood from his forehead before pulling himself up to his feet. Kidman pulls Rey up to his feet a few seconds later and whacks him with a hard right hand to the temple. Misterio staggers, and Kidman takes Rey down to the canvas with a snap mare, giving him the quick time he needs to move the ladder so it is perpendicular to one of the corner turnbuckles. Misterio gets up to his feet from the snap mare, only for Kidman to score with a knee to the gut, doubling Rey over. Billy grabs a hold of Rey and pulls him over to the ladder, before locking in a front face lock. Kidman lifts Misterio into the air, and scores with a sit-out front suplex onto the ladder! The crowd pops slightly as Rey’s face and sternum crashes into the ladder, only for Kidman to quickly get up to his feet and flip Rey from his sternum to his back. Kidman then points to the top turnbuckle, letting the crowd know it’s SSP time. Kidman exits the ring onto the apron, and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Kidman makes sure he has his balance before leaping off the top… SHOOTING STAR PRESS… FINDS THE LADDER!
Misterio rolls off the ladder and out of harm’s way, and Kidman missed another SSP, this time crashing hard into the ladder!
Rey Misterio immediately starts to slowly get up to his feet while Johnson counts for the two men. Misterio is up by three though, and the count ends prematurely at five when Misterio slides the ladder out from underneath Kidman. Any contact or interference in anyway with your opponent while the 10 count is being made nullifies the count.
Misterio sets up the ladder near the opposite corner Kidman jumped from moments ago. Before starting to climb up the ladder, Rey raises his hands over his head and spins them forward multiple times; he’s looking for the 450 Splash.
Misterio slowly starts to climb up the ladder, his aching body not allowing him to go faster. Misterio reaches about 1/2 of the way up the ladder, while back on the canvas, Billy Kidman is quickly getting back to his feet. Apparently Misterio should’ve thought to incapacitate Kidman before trying to climb up a ladder and jump off it and onto Kidman. Misterio, unbeknownst to Kidman’s recuperation, continues his climb up the ladder while Kidman runs and jumps onto the ladder behind Rey and climbs up it as well! Misterio reaches ¾ of the way up the ladder when Kidman starts flinging his arms upwards, nailing Misterio in the back. Kidman continues to climb up the ladder, so he is only a few rungs below Misterio. Kidman starts to wail away on Misterio’s back, quickly beating him down and stopping his climb. Kidman continues to wail away on Misterio as Misterio slowly tries to turn himself around on the ladder to fight back. However, Kidman lands a hard right hand to Misterio’s gut before taking a step up the ladder so he is two rungs below Misterio. Rey starts to keel over on the ladder, and Kidman hastily grabs Rey’s arms and leaps off the ladder… KID KRUSHER OFF THE LADDER AND ONTO THE CANVAS!
The crowd explodes into cheers and a “Holy Shit”
chant breaks out as both men are down from the huge Kid Krusher, which is better known as the Unprettier to those living in the future years of 2008. The spot was incredibly haggard, but it still looked excellent, and painful. Mark Johnson starts the dramatic ten count, both men not moving.
Kidman starts showing signs of life…
Kidman gets up to his feet, and immediately lands a kick to Misterio, breaking the ten count! Misterio was on his hands and knees, but had no chance of making it to his feet, but Kidman broke up the count anyways! Misterio collapses onto his back, completely exhausted and beaten. Kidman, however, has finishing plans in mind. Kidman points to the top of the ladder, and lets the crowd know he is going to (finally) hit the Shooting Star Press. Kidman quickly heads over to the ladder and climbs up it, not wanting to waste any time. Kidman reaches the very top of the ladder soon after, and slows himself to carefully stand on the very top of the ladder. Kidman carefully balances himself on the top of the ladder before leaping off… SHOOTING STAR PRESS… OF THE TOP OF THE LADDER!!
The crowd explodes as Kidman almost hits the SSP picture-perfectly to Misterio, chanting “Holy Shit”
yet again! Kidman flops off Misterio and to his side, his knees tucked into his chest, his body in pain after the sick spot. Johnson starts to count, both men still down…
Kidman starts showing some signs of life…
Misterio starts to show little signs of life…
Kidman pulls him up to his feet while Misterio can only make it to his hands and knees…
Misterio can’t reach the call of 10, and Billy Kidman is your winner!
Result: Billy Kidman def. Rey Misterio Jr. at 19:48
The bell rings and David Penzer declares Billy Kidman the winner to a thunderous round of applause from the WCW fans. Mark ‘Slick’ Johnson raises Kidman’s left arm into the air, declaring him the winner, while Kidman holds his ribs tenderly with his right hand.
La Lucha de la Filthy Animals- Part Uno
As Johnson releases Kidman’s arm, Kidman doubles over, holding his ribs in pain. Rey Misterio Jr. struggles to get to his feet, still on his hands and knees. Konnan walks out from the entrance chute and down to the ring, coming to congratulate Kidman on the hard fought match. Konnan enters the ring, and he and Kidman immediately embrace with a hug, as Konnan congratulates Kidman on the excellent match. Kidman spots Misterio, still on his hands and knees, struggling to get to his feet still. Kidman breaks his embrace with Konnan, staring down Misterio still. As Kidman looks like he’s going to make a move over to Rey, Chavo Guerrero Jr. jogs out from the back, coming down the ramp and diving into the ring, putting himself between Rey and Kidman. Chavo then walks over to Rey, and slowly helps him to his feet. Rey, holding the back of his head with his left hand and his torso with his right, stares down Kidman as Billy continues to watch Rey. Kidman takes a step closer to Rey, while Chavo holds Rey back, fearing another fight. Rey, however, tells Chavo it’s okay, and takes a step up to Kidman as well. The two men stare each other down, and after several seconds, Rey Misterio unclips the fastener on his mask his throat, and lifts the bottom of his mask up, revealing his face. “Mommy, why is that 13 year old on TV!?”
Rey keeps his mask on top of his head, as he and Kidman stare at one another, respect in their eyes. The two share a long glance and then, embrace in a hug. Apparently, kicking the crap out of one another has put the respect and friendship back into place, as the former best friends turned bitter enemies… are again best friends? The two hug for several moments, releasing the embrace so Konnan can join in as well. The three Filthy Animals’ hug, letting the reunion take place, before releasing that embrace to all stare at Chavo Guerrero Jr. Chavo looks at Rey, then Kidman and Konnan. Rey nods his head and smiles at Chavo, and he steps up and joins the embrace. There is a new Filthy Animals at Starrcade, and it is Billy Kidman, Chavo Guerrero, Konnan, and Rey Misterio. The four men continue to hug for several more minutes, the crowd cheering and clapping for the reunion. After several extended moments, the four men depart from the ring, “Filthy” hitting as the four men exit the ringside area up the ramp, cheers on their faces, no matter how beaten and broken two of them are, including bloody in the case of Billy Kidman.
Tony Schiavone: What a feel good moment, Professor! We both wanted to see it, and deep down Rey Misterio Jr., Chavo Guerrero, and the Filthy Animals all wanted it, and now we have it! The Filthy Animals are reunited, plus one!
Mike Tenay: This is truly a great moment, and an excellent way to kick off Starrcade! Rey Misterio and Billy Kidman put on a classic last man standing match, and while wrestling their hearts out, they seemed to re-find the respect that they’ve always had for each other, and well, I just can’t believe I am saying it, but the Filthy Animals are back!
Tony Schiavone: I don’t think this is something many, if anyone, saw coming, but Rey Misterio has seen the light, and he is back with his friends, and Chavo Guerrero Jr. is joining them! Professor, you and I knew that despite their differences and the hate that was consuming each other, there was still a deep respect and love between Rey Misterio and Billy Kidman, and tonight, while beating each other with everything they had, that respect that they have always shared, poured out into the open, and you all saw it with your own two eyes afterwards when the reunion took place.
Oh great, Tony. Insult the WCW fans that are blind, or worse, only have one eye. Heartless bastard.
Mike Tenay: This is definitely a shocker, Tony, and we’ll be sure to have Gene Okerlund catch up with the Animals at some point tonight and find out more details about just why the Filthy Animals are back and together again.
As Mike Tenay and Tony sincerely look into the camera, the show cuts to the back.
Reassure The Bisch, Please
The New World Order are all backstage in their luxurious locker room. Hulk Hogan is lounged back on one black leather couch, Stacy Keibler lays back against Jarrett on a second leather couch, while Curt Hennig and Mike Awesome sit on a much smaller sofa. At the head of the room, stands Eric Bischoff, dressed in black jeans, a black nWo t-shirt, and a black leather jacket, looking very serious. All eyes are on Bischoff, although Hogan seems much more relaxed than anyone else.
Eric Bischoff: Alright, boys. I don’t need to remind you just how important tonight is. Jeff, you have Booker for the Title, and he’s red hot right now. You’re match is the most important, we all know that. I want you to be getting mentally prepared now. If you lose, Jeff, no matter what we do tonight, then we all lose. But no matter what happens later tonight, Mike, we need you to set everything off right. If you win, then we get the momentum, and then Hulk will win, and then, Jeff will win. The entire nWo wins, if you win, Mike.
Bischoff pauses, and then continues on, this time a wrath in his voice.
Eric Bischoff: Awesome, you know the repercussions if you don’t win tonight. I will not accept failure from you tonight! If you lose, you’re done for in the New World Order; if you lose, it could very well be the catalyst for the entire downfall of us! Get ready, and bring me back the North American Title!
Bischoff gives Awesome a chilly, demanding stare, and the Career Killer simply nods his head at Bischoff. The nod seems to reassure Bischoff, and he takes a deep breath and smiles before turning to Hogan, his usual cocky demeanor returning to his face.
Eric Bischoff: Hogan, don’t feel any pressure tonight. Later on, you finally get the chance you’ve been waiting for, the chance to retire Ric Flair once and for all. I have nothing but faith in you to get the job done, but no matter what happens, I guarantee an nWo victory there.
Bischoff and Hogan share a smirk, and Hogan simply grabs a handful of grapes from a bowl on the table in between the three couches and Bischoff. Bischoff then turns to look at Jarrett, who still has Stacy Keibler in between his legs. Anyone else think his gun is digging into her hip?
Eric Bischoff: Jeff, I have to admit that I am still a bit nervous about your match tonight. Booker T, he’s hell bent on winning tonight, and he’s been red hot ever since you beat him for the Title. I need you to be more ready than you have ever been.
Jarrett gives Bischoff a slightly annoyed look.
Jeff Jarrett: Eric, listen man, everything is taken care of. Remember? Our boy has my back tonight if Booker T somehow manages to get a fluke lead on me. It’s not going to happen though, so I don’t think you need to worry. Booker may be good, but I’m Jeff Jarrett, the Chosen One. It’s all good, Bisch.
Bischoff doesn’t seem to be persuaded by Jarrett.
Eric Bischoff: Look Jeff, I believe you that you’re better than Booker. But he’s still had luck on his side these past few months, and he’s one fluke pin away from being Champ. We need you to make sure he doesn’t find a way to get that fluke, although you’re right, we do have a man on the outside ready to come in.
Bischoff still seems slightly worried however. Hogan steps in to calm Uncle Eric down, though.
Hulk Hogan: Listen, Eric, everything is gonna go down without a hitch, dude. Awesome’s gonna live up to his name, jack; he’s gonna be awesome. He’s winning that North American Title, I’m retiring Ric Flair, and Booker T doesn’t have a shot in hell of taking Jeff’s Title. We have the numbers to ensure victory, and we have a new nWo member on the way that WCW doesn’t know about. He’s got our back whenever we need it tonight. Relax, Eric.
Hogan nods his head reassuringly, and apparently it works for Eric. Hogan has that kind of power on Bischoff… it’s almost as if he has a history in controlling Eric to fulfill his every need.
Eric Bischoff: Yeah… you’re right, Hogan. Boys, this is our night! We’re going to have a new North American Champion, Hulk Hogan will retire Ric Flair, and Jeff Jarrett will still be the World Heavyweight Champion! And to top it all off, a new nWo member will be coming in as the fall of WCW begins! He already signed the nWo contract, so as soon as he shows the world he made the jump, we can rip up his WCW contract, much like we’ve done with ours.
Bischoff pauses to smirk, and chuckle ever so slightly.
Eric Bischoff: The fall of WCW begins tonight, and our conquest will begin. Boys, we’re taking over.
Bischoff laughs, and the rest of the nWo members join the laugh fest as the show cuts back to the commentators.
Tony Schiavone: What do they mean, Professor!? A new nWo member is making his presence known tonight!?
Well, it really is quite self-explanatory… oh wait, this is Tony talking. No wonder.
Mike Tenay: I don’t like the sound of it, Tony, that’s for sure! If the New World Order have recruited another man to their cause, it only divides this company more! The more WCW divides, the easier it will be for us to fall.
Tony Schiavone: And the more numbers the nWo has, the better their chances of ensuring victory tonight against either Ric Flair or Kevin Nash, Lance Storm, and Booker T!
Mike Tenay: All we can do is hope that the men of World Championship Wrestling can find a way to overcome the nWo tonight, Tony. We can only hope.
Tony Schiavone: Well I’ll be hoping all night, but now, we have a job to do! Coming up right now, is the WCW Tag Team Title Match!
Mike Tenay: That’s right, Tony, and ever since Mark Jindrak, Johnny Stamboli, and Mike Sanders reformed the Natural Born Thrillers last month, at Mayhem, they have let their intentions be known. The Thrillers want to get revenge on the current Tag Team Champions, ‘The Young Lions’ Chuck Palumbo and Sean O’Haire!
Tony Schiavone: Palumbo and O’Haire used to be a part of the Natural Born Thrillers, and in my eyes, as well as many others, they were the two powerhouses of the group. Chuck Palumbo was the obvious stand out in his team with Shawn Stasiak, and the majority would say Sean O’Haire was the better half of his team Mark Jindrak.
Mike Tenay: Although there is a vast minority that would say Mark Jindrak was just as good, if not better, than O’Haire! Mark Jindrak, just like O’Haire, Palumbo, and Stamboli, is an excellent athlete with tons of potential.
Tony Schiavone: That’s right, Professor, and Jindrak and Stamboli have had time to study the Young Lions and hone their skills while the Lions have been reigning as Tag Team Champions, but the Thrillers have an X-factor tonight, and that is ‘Above Average’ Mike Sanders!
Mike Tenay: Mike Sanders is a slimy, slippery weasel, and he will have no problems slyly inserting himself into tonight’s match if he gets a chance! However, there is only way to find out which half of the Natural Born Thrillers will walk out of Starrcade as the better team, and that is to let the action roll!
After several moments, “Natural Uprising” hits, bringing out the 3-man unit of the Natural Born Thrillers. Mike Sanders, dressed in a suit, leads the way for the NBT, as Johnny Stamboli and Mark Jindrak follow. Stamboli has on his black baggy tights, while Jindrak is in snazzy black, red, and gold trunks; both men sport the white Natural Born Thrillers tee shirts. The three men walk down the entrance ramp and into the ring, Sanders looking smug & cocky as ever, while the actual wrestlers of the faction are much more serious. Once the Thrillers are in the ring, “Young Lion” hits, and the crowd cheers at the Young Lions, Chuck Palumbo and Sean O’Haire, come out from the back, looking ready to go already. Palumbo is in aqua trunks, while O’Haire is in his aqua & black biker trunks. The two look at one another before staring down the Natural Born Thrillers, and then looking back at one another again. They nod to each other, and then sprint down the entrance ramp before diving into the ring, and lunging at the Thrillers right away!
Young Lions © vs. Natural Born Thrillers (w/Mike Sanders)
WCW Tag Team Championship
Referee Billy Silverman rings for the bell to start the match, but the two teams pay no attention to Silverman, instead laying into each other with a flurry of punches and forearms, wildly swinging away at their former friends and teammates turned rivals and opponents. The crowd cheers as the four men brawl across the ring, Chuck Palumbo and Johnny Stamboli brawling in one battle, while Sean O’Haire and Mark Jindrak do-battle in the other duel. The action is heated, and the two teams hold nothing back as they just lay into each other, throwing right hands and overhead forearms at one another. Finally though, the Young Lions start to gain an upper hand in the brawl, as the champions take it to their challengers. Soon after, Chuck Palumbo sends a staggering Johnny Stamboli through the second and third ropes to the outside of the ring, while Sean O’Haire continues to beat up on Jindrak. Palumbo joins the fray after disposing of Stamboli, and the two men whip Jindrak into the ropes opposite Stamboli before lifting Jindrak into the air with a double gorilla press (or as they call it ‘up north’, a military press), before lawn darting Jindrak over the top rope to the outside, and Jindrak takes out his own partner! Jindrak lands on the staggering, yet standing, Stamboli, and the two men crash and burn to the padded mats at ringside. The crowd cheers the spot, but the Thrillers recover to their feet rather quickly on the outside. Mike Sanders encourages the two men to hurry up and fight, but while the Thrillers do get up, O’Haire whips Palumbo off the ropes. Chucky P charges back at his own partner, and Sean O’Haire helps vault Palumbo over the top rope to the outside, and Palumbo takes out the NBT with a plancha! The crowd cheers again, but they only cheer louder a few moments later. As the Thrillers and Palumbo get up to their feet, O’Haire runs off the ropes opposite the three before running back across the ring, leaps over the top rope, and scores with a modified Seanton Bomb, taking everyone down to the mats on the outside!
All four men rest on the mats on the outside of the ring, while Mike Sanders shouts words of encouragement to the rest of the Thrillers, trying to get Jindrak & Stamboli up to their feet. The four men slowly get up to their feet, and once they do, the Young Lions continue their beat down on the Thrillers, both men connecting with right hands to Jindrak & Stamboli. Palumbo and Stamboli work their way over to the security guard rail, where Palumbo continues to beat on Stamboli, while O’Haire continues to hit weak right hands on Jindrak. Palumbo knocks Stamboli into the guard rail with a shove before taking a few steps back and charging Stamboli. Palumbo goes for a clothesline, but quick-thinking by Stamboli leads to a counter, and Stamboli hits a drop toe hold to Palumbo, dropping him throat first on the guard rail! The tides turn completely on the Lions though as Mark Jindrak hits Sean O’Haire with a standing heel kick out of nowhere, nailing O’Haire in the chin with his heel. O’Haire goes down, while Palumbo staggers up to his feet and towards the Thrillers. Jindrak nails Palumbo with a forearm to the face, and he and Stamboli drag Palumbo the few feet to the entrance ramp. The Thrillers put Palumbo in a double face lock, and Jindrak & Stamboli lift Palumbo into the air and slam him onto the metallic-steel entrance ramp with a front suplex!
Palumbo is down and out on the ramp, while the Thrillers pick up O’Haire and roll him into the ring.
Mark Jindrak and Johnny Stamboli roll into the ring under the bottom rope, and the two start to lay the boots to the fallen O’Haire. The Thrillers show no remorse as it is stiff stomp after stiff stomp, O’Haire trying to cover up what he can. Billy Silverman tries to break up the double team stomp, although Mike Sanders is quick to get Silverman’s attention and distract him long enough for the Thrillers to continue to lay the boots to O’Haire. Silverman is finally able to break up the stomping assault, however, and the Thrillers pull O’Haire up to his feet. The Thrillers both hit a forearm to O’Haire before whipping him across the ring and into the ropes. O’Haire comes charging back at the two, and Jindrak & Stamboli lift O’Haire into the air before slamming him down with a flap jack! O’Haire curls into a ball, clutching his stomach, although Johnny Stamboli jumps him right away, laying the boots to him. Mark Jindrak tries to join in, but Billy Silverman steps in between Jindrak and O’Haire, and demands Jindrak go to his corner. Jindrak obliges, despite wanting to join in on the assault. Stamboli continues to lay the boots to O’Haire, while on the outside, Chuck Palumbo slowly starts crawling on the ringside mats towards his corner nearby. Stamboli lays the boots to O’Haire for several moments before pulling O’Haire up to his feet by his hair. Stamboli rocks Sean O’Haire with a big right hand, and then a hard forearm strike. Stamboli whips O’Haire across the ring and into the corner, and charges at him right away. As soon as O’Haire’s back hits the turnbuckle pads, Stamboli connects with a running clothesline. O’Haire starts to stagger out of the corner immediately, and Stamboli charges O’Haire from behind, scoring with a running forearm to the back of O’Haire’s head. O’Haire takes a face bump to the canvas, and Stamboli stands over O’Haire and cockily smirks in glee before making the first cover of the match. Billy Silverman slides into position…
Sean O’Haire makes the relatively easily kick out, and Stamboli doesn’t seem fussed about the kick out at all. Chuck Palumbo finally gets to his corner, drastically over-selling the front suplex from earlier. A few seconds after the kick out, Stamboli grabs O’Haire and pulls him back up to his feet. Stamboli rams his knee into O’Haire’s mid-section, and then locks Sean in a front face lock. Stamboli takes his good ole’ time draping an arm of O’Haire’s over his shoulder, and grabbing a hold of O’Haire’s biker-trunks. After several extended moments, Stamboli finally tries to lift O’Haire up for a vertical suplex, but O’Haire is able to catch his legs around Stamboli’s right shin, blocking the suplex. Stamboli tries to suplex O’Haire a second time, but O’Haire grapevines his legs around Stamboli’s right shin again, blocking the suplex a second time. Stamboli fires off several quick right hands to O’Haire’s left hip and ribs, trying to soften him up momentarily to get him up and over. Stamboli lifts O’Haire up for a third time, and O’Haire can’t grapevine the leg, although O’Haire keeps a wide lateral base, and Stamboli can’t lift O’Haire up but more than a few feet off the ground. O’Haire slams his feet back onto the ground, and hits a quick knee into Stamboli’s stomach, breaking the front face lock. O’Haire quickly grabs a hold of Stamboli, and connects with a quick swinging neck breaker!
Both men are down momentarily, but Sean O’Haire sits up after several seconds of recuperating. O’Haire pulls himself up to his feet, while Stamboli slowly does so as well. O’Haire connects with a right hand to Johnny’s skull, and then proceeds to connect with a mini-series of right and left handed jabs to Stamboli, sending the not
-Italian staggering across the ring. O’Haire follows up with a forearm strike before whipping Stamboli into the Young Lions corner. O’Haire walks over to his corner, and tags in Chuck Palumbo, who enters the ring and immediately starts connecting with kicks to Stamboli’s mid-section. Palumbo throws in a rogue punch and forearm here and there before ultimately dragging Stamboli out of the corner, locking in a front face lock, and scoring with a DDT. Palumbo gets up to his feet, only to run off the ropes near Sanders and drop a quick elbow to Stamboli’s chest. Palumbo gets on top of Stamboli, and make the first cover of the match for his team…
Stamboli kicks out with relative ease, and Palumbo just brushes a few strands of stray hair out of his eyes, and gets back up to his feet. Palumbo cracks his neck while waiting for Stamboli to pull himself up to his feet, but decides to pull Stamboli up himself anyways. Palumbo connects with several forearm strikes, and then a big right hand to Stamboli, sending him staggering. Palumbo throws his arms up and down in the air, trying to get the crowd motivated before running at Stamboli and scoring with a leaping knee strike. Stamboli goes down to the canvas, and Palumbo lets out a roar of testosterone, seemingly starting to get into a comfortable rhythm. After a few seconds, Palumbo runs off the ropes, looking to come back and hit a leg drop, or elbow drop, or something alone those lines, but Mike Sanders intervenes, latching onto Palumbo’s ankles, tripping him up! Palumbo staggers forward from the trip, but doesn’t face plant, staying on his feet. However, Palumbo is pissed by Sanders’ antics, turning his back on the match and shouting at Sanders. Palumbo tries to shout at Sanders to get into the and get his ass kicked, while Sanders laughs it off and trades jabs with Palumbo, distracting him. Sanders distracts Palumbo long enough for Stamboli to recover to his feet, sneak up behind Chuck, and quickly lift him up into the air and score with a belly-to-back suplex!
The crowd boos as Sanders obnoxiously laughs at Palumbo falling for his distraction, and Palumbo holds the back of his head in pain as Stamboli takes a few seconds to recuperate before rolling to his corner, and tagging in Mark Jindrak.
The isolation process begins as Jindrak enters the ring, and slowly reigns down stomps on Chuck Palumbo. Jindrak keeps the pace slow, picking & choosing his shots as he kicks away at the fallen Palumbo. Jindrak eventually pulls Palumbo up to his feet, and whips him into the Thrillers’ corner after a few punches. Jindrak makes his way over to the corner, and connects with a knee to the gut of Palumbo, while Stamboli fires off several quick overhead forearm strikes to Palumbo’s face. Referee Billy Silverman prevents that double team from going on for too long, and Stamboli shows innocence, throwing his arms up into the air like he did nothing wrong. Jindrak scores with several forearm strikes to Palumbo before dragging him out of the corner, lifting him into the air, and planting him with a sidewalk slam! Jindrak smirks slightly at the fallen Palumbo before taking his time in making a pin. Silverman slides into position…
T- KICK OUT!
Jindrak & Stamboli show no problems with the kick out, although Mike Sanders shouts up a storm on the outside of the ring, demanding Silverman not to count as slow. Jindrak simply pulls Palumbo back up to his feet, rams his shoulder into Palumbo’s mid-section and drives him into the NBT corner again. Jindrak scores with multiple shoulder thrusts into Palumbo’s mid-section, stopping only to make a tag to Stamboli. Johnny Stamboli eagerly gets into the ring, and hits Palumbo with several kicks to the mid-section before hitting a side elbow strike into the right side of Palumbo’s face. Palumbo staggers out of the corner a bit, and Stamboli quickly grabs a hold of Palumbo and hoists him up to the air, and drops him with a vertical suplex in the center of the ring. Stamboli makes the cover…
TH- BROKEN UP BY O’HAIRE!
Sean O’Haire starts swinging away at Johnny Stamboli after hitting him with his boot, but Billy Silverman intervenes, forcing O’Haire back to his corner. As he does so, Mike Sanders quickly enters the ring as Chuck Palumbo tries to stagger to his feet, and Sanders drills Palumbo with a leaping side kick to the face!
The crowd boos Sanders’ cheap tactics, and Mr. Above-Average quickly rolls out of the ring as Silverman finally gets O’Haire into his corner. Stamboli pulls Chuck Palumbo back up to his feet, only to scoop slam Chuck back to the canvas. Stamboli cautiously drops to his knees in anticipation of making a cover, but spots O’Haire already ready to get into the ring and break up the count. Stamboli backs off the pin, and instead, pulls Palumbo up to his feet. Johnny “Don’t Call Me The Bull” fires off a few weak right hands to Palumbo before whipping him back into the NBT corner. Stamboli walks over to his corner after Palumbo goes back first into the turnbuckle pads, and leisurely tags in Mark Jindrak. Jindrak re-enters the ring, and connects with two kicks to the abdomen of Palumbo before connecting with a throat thrust. Palumbo grabs at his throat and staggers a few feet out of the corner, feeling the effects of the right hand/fingertips to his throat. As Palumbo staggers forward, Jindrak grabs a hold of Palumbo’s neck, pulling it down backwards, and drops the Tag Champion with a diving reverse DDT! Jindrak rotates his body over into a cover…
THRE- KICK OUT!
Palumbo kicks out on his own, to cheers from the crowd, as Sean O’Haire stayed on his corner for that pin, apparently having faith in his partner or something. All three of the Thrillers look agitated at Palumbo kicking out, so obviously, they must
wear down Palumbo furthermore. And kids, what’s the best way to do so? THE DREADED CHIN LOCK~! Mark Jindrak applies a reverse chin lock to Chuck Palumbo, and Jindrak clearly forgot to read Wrestling 101, or at least the part about what happens when the heel applies a rest hold. If it’s a ‘legitimate’ choke hold, then it’s okay. Chuck Palumbo initially fights the chin lock, trying to break Jindrak’s grip, but fails to do so, especially when Jindrak rams his knee into Palumbo’s spine, adding more torque to the lock. Palumbo, sitting on his ass, continues to show signs of a fight, but starts to fade away after a bit, that dreaded reverse chin lock is just too much for him. Palumbo seems to ‘pass out’, and Billy Silverman checks on Palumbo. He raises Palumbo’s arm into the air, once… and it falls. ONE! Sean O’Haire desperately tries to get the crowd into the match, because their motivation and cheers will clearly help Chuck Palumbo, in a spiritual sense. Silverman raises Palumbo’s arm a second time, and it falls. TWO! The crowd starts clapping their hands and all that shit, and Silverman raises Palumbo’s arm a third time, and no three! I never would’ve imagined it, but Palumbo keeps his arm from dropping for a third time, and there’s life running through them veins!
Palumbo slowly works his way off his buttocks, waving his arms up & down, feeding off the crowd’s positive energy. See, their cheering helps Palumbo in a spiritual sense! Jindrak keeps the chin lock, well, locked, in to some extent, but his clutch on the hold weakens as Palumbo continues to make his way to his feet. Palumbo finally gets to his feet, his torso keeled over, as Jindrak changes the chin lock to a side head lock. Jindrak hastily fires off punches with his left hand, trying to subdue Palumbo, but Palumbo just picks Jindrak off his feet, and scores with a belly-to-back suplex! The crowd cheers as both men fall to the canvas, down and out. Billy Silverman checks on both men, and starts a ten count.
…Both men start showing signs of life…
…Chuck Palumbo starts crawling to his corner quickly, while Jindrak goes at a much slower pace…
Chuck Palumbo tags in Sean O’Haire! Johnny Stamboli, who wasn’t tagged, quickly enters the ring as O’Haire explodes into the ring, and Sean O’Haire turns him inside out with a running forearm! The crowd pops as Stamboli hits the canvas, and Mark Jindrak pulls himself back up to his feet and O’Haire runs at him, and hits him with a running right hand, knocking him down! Stamboli staggers back up to his feet, and O’Haire runs at him and knocks him back down to the canvas with a running shoulder block! Jindrak staggers up to his feet, and O’Haire leaps off of his feet and knocks Jindrak down with a dropkick! Sean O’Haire quickly gets up to his feet and lets out a testosterone-filled roar, feeling the momentum changing. Both Mark Jindrak and Johnny Stamboli pull themselves up to their feet, and Sean O’Haire slows down the pace, working over both of them with hard right hands. Sean O’Haire keeps holding the two at bay, while Billy Silverman tries to intervene and get Johnny Stamboli into the corner. Chuck Palumbo gets up to his feet and re-enters the ring, trying to go and help his partner. Chuck Palumbo runs across the ring and leaps off his feet for the Jungle Kick to Johnny Stamboli, but Palumbo misfires, and clocks Billy Silverman with the Jungle Kick!
Billy Silverman takes the ref bump, and Johnny Stamboli quickly attacks Palumbo from behind with a double sledge, and starts taking it to Palumbo with right hands, while O’Haire continues to work over Jindrak.
Sean O’Haire knocks Mark Jindrak into a corner after a big right hand, while Johnny Stamboli drives Chuck Palumbo into the opposite corner. Sean O’Haire continues to hit Jindrak with right hands, while Stamboli quickly grabs Palumbo by the wrist and whips him across the ring, trying to make the partners collide. Palumbo gives O’Haire warning that he’s running at him, and Sean O’Haire drops to his hands and knees… just in time for Chuck Palumbo to use O’Haire’s back as a platform to run and leap off of, and clock Mark Jindrak with a big Jungle Kick!
Hardy Boyz, eat your heart out! Mark Jindrak collapses to the canvas, while Johnny Stamboli quickly charges the two Young Lions, looking for a double clothesline. The Lions both duck the clothesline, and Stamboli turns around quickly, only for Sean O’Haire to hit Stamboli with a hard kick to the mid-section. Chuck Palumbo whips Stamboli across the ring and into the corner where the two were just moments ago. Palumbo charges Stamboli and scores with a running clothesline, while Sean O’Haire drags Jindrak’s body away from the corner a bit, setting him up near the corner though. Sean O’Haire exits the ring to the apron, and starts climbing up to the top turnbuckle, and the crowd cheers, wanting to see the Seanton Bomb. O’Haire gets up to the top, but before he can leap off, Mike Sanders hops onto the apron and pulls O’Haire’s feet out from under him, crotching O’Haire on the top turnbuckle!
Sean O’Haire holds himself
in pain as Mike Sanders quickly enters the ring, and quietly runs up to Chuck Palumbo. Palumbo, his back turned to everything going on in the ring as he hits Stamboli with right hands, can do nothing as Sanders sneaks up behind him, and connects with the 3.0!
Sanders connects with the 3.0, grabbing Palumbo by the neck, and pulling him down to the canvas as Sanders falls onto his hands and knees, so Palumbo’s back and neck snaps off of Sanders’ back, ala Orton’s kneeling neck breaker. Chuck Palumbo goes down, and both Mark Jindrak and Billy Silverman start pulling themselves up to their feet. Sanders exits the ring, pulling Palumbo out of the ring with him, as Jindrak quickly gets up to his feet and climbs up to the top turnbuckle, where O’Haire still sits, crotched on the top rope. Mark Jindrak drapes Sean O’Haire’s legs inside the ring instead of out, and stands on the top turnbuckle for a few moments before lightly hopping off his feet, wrapping his legs around O’Haire’s neck, snapping the two off the top turnbuckle… SUPER FRANKENSTEINER!
The crowd boos as Sean O’Haire is motionless on the canvas, and Johnny Stamboli quickly runs over to Jindrak, and helps place him on top of O’Haire. Silverman makes the count…
Result: The Natural Born Thrillers def. The Young Lions at 12:01 to win the WCW Tag Team Championship
The crowd boos the match’s outcome as “Natural Uprising” hits, and Mike Sanders runs over to the timekeeper’s table, grabs the two WCW Tag Team Championship Belts, and enters the ring with them. The three Natural Born Thrillers embrace in the ring quickly, Sanders holding the two Tag Belts up in the air in glee. The two men then leave the ring afterwards, spotting Chuck Palumbo re-entering the ring to check on O’Haire. The Thrillers celebrate up the entrance ramp, the three men embracing, and showing off their new hardware, much to the chagrin of the Hotlanta crowd. Chuck Palumbo, and then O’Haire too, angrily stare down the Thrillers, looking pissed off as ever. Palumbo tries to make a case to Silverman, telling him they were cheated out of the match and that Sanders interfered. However, it’s too late for that, as the match is already over and done with.
Tony Schiavone: Mike Sanders just cheated the Young Lions out of the Tag Team Titles, Tenay! The Young Lions had this match in hand; everything was going their way, but thanks to an untimely misfire by Chuck Palumbo, Billy Silverman was down and out for a while, allowing Mike Sanders to screw Palumbo and O’Haire out of their Titles!
Mike Tenay: Mike Sanders has never prided himself on being a fair person, and the slime ball showed us why tonight! The Natural Born Thrillers had the numbers game to their advantage, and Mike Sanders made sure that the Thrillers capitalized on it, and now, we have new WCW Tag Team Champions!
Tony Schiavone: The bigger picture though is that we’ve only had one title defense, Professor, and already we’ve seen a Title change. Could this be the sign of things to come, Mike?
Mike Tenay: I couldn’t tell you, Tony, although we will find out in just a few moments though because our next match will be the WCW Cruiserweight Championship match! The Champion, ‘Sugar’ Shane Helms will go one-on-one with ‘The Insane Luchadore’ Super Crazy!
Before that match happens though, the show cuts to the back.
Sucka Don’t Need Shit
We’re backstage, and apparently in the locker room of ‘The Nature Boy’ Ric Flair. However, Flair isn’t alone, as ‘The Enforcer’ Arn Anderson, ‘The New Enforcer’ Cal Anderson, and the WCW North American Champion, Lance Storm, are in his room too. Lance Storm and Cal Anderson are already dressed to wrestle, while Ric Flair is still lacing his boots. There is a knock on the door, and without even being given permission to enter, the door swings open and Booker T walks into the room. Booker is already dressed to wrestle, sporting black boots, knee pads, and trunks. His short hair is braided, as per usual with him. However, Booker doesn’t seem to be in a chilling mood; he looks tense, a common trait for Booker within the past month. The WCW clique, however, seems all too happy to see him.
Arn Anderson: Hey Booker Man, what can we do for you?
Booker stares down each of the four men individually before turning his focus on just Arn.
Booker T: Tha’s just it, Arn. I don’t need anythin’ from ya’lls, not ta’night. I just wanna let ya’lls know now, that I don’t want, I don’t expect, and I won’t need any of ya’lls help ta’night. When I fight Jeff Jarrett for my Dubya-See-Dubya World Heavyweight Title, I’m doin’ it on muh own, ya’ dig? This is just somethin’ Booka’ T has got to down on his own.
The mood immediately sours for Flair, Storm, and the Andersons. Ric tries to reason with Booker.
Ric Flair: Look Booker, I understand where you’re coming from man, I do. When I wrestle Hogan and Nash tonight, I’ve already told Arn I want to do this on my own. It might be stupid, and it might cost me my career, but you, Booker, this company needs you as World Heavyweight Champion more than it needs Ric Flair in the squared circle. You, bro, you’re the present and the future of WCW; I’m already the past. Eric Bischoff, he’s going to throw every single nWo member at you in the main event when Jeff gets into trouble. The nWo will over power you if you try to take them on yourself; you’d be fighting a losing battle. Let us even the score if they come after you.
Booker T: Naw, Flair, not this time. I don’t need no Cal or Arn Anderson to be muh Enforcer. I don’t need Lance Storm to wrestle circles around the nWo, n’ you, Naitch, I don’t even know if yo’ gonna be ‘round by the main event. If Hogan or Nash beat you, you’re done. I can’t count on someone who may not even be here when I’m main eventing.
Flair looks at Booker, surprised by his words. Flair looks somewhat angry, actually, by Booker’s words, but calms himself and does or say nothing.
Booker T: Ya’lls just focus on your own shit, tonight, not mine. Booker T is winnin’ back the World Heavyweight Championship on his own tonight, n’ that is final. Ya’ dig?
Booker gives them all a matter-of-fact look, and Arn closes his eyes, lowers his head, and slightly shakes his head from side-to-side in disappointment.
Arn Anderson: Yeah Book, we dig.
Booker nods in respect, and then turns on his heel and leaves the room, closing the door on his departure.
Arn Anderson: That boy is as good as done if he tries to take on the entire nWo by himself.
Cal and Lance seemingly agree with Arn, looking at each other and nodding their heads in agreement. Ric however, has a silly smirk on his face.
Ric Flair: I dunno, Arn… I think we may all be under estimating Booker. There’s a fire in his eyes that I’ve only seen in other man’s eyes. He’s ready for tonight, we just have to put our faith in him to win. Call me crazy, but I think I’ve been convinced Booker could take on the entire New World Order tonight… with ease.
Arn Anderson: …Who was the other guy? The other guy whose eyes had that fire?
Ric pauses for several moments before raising his head to look right at Arn.
Ric Flair: Me.
Arn and Flair share a smile, and Arn nods his head at Ric, assured by his sentiments. The camera focuses on the two men’s smiles for a few seconds, and then cuts to a pre-recorded promo.
Black & White
The room is, as always with a Sting promo, incredibly dark, the lighting very dim so only Sting’s painted face is clear and visible. Sting has his head lowered, so only his forehead and the beginnings of his hair is visible. Sting then raises his head, so his entire face is visible. There is a long, eerie pause before Sting says anything, the Crow just remaining stationary, taking deep breaths.
Sting: …The crusade is not going to be prolonged any longer. For an entire month, the Crow has been left in his nest, waiting and waiting to return to his flight. Scott Steiner has held the Crow by its throat, forcing it to screech to a halt. My nails have scratched the canvas, trying to avoid a halt, but it is inevitable. The Crow had to pause his flight, and wait until tonight. Starrcade… the pivotal night that determines the rest of the life in the Crow.
Sting pauses, letting his words sink in before continuing.
Sting: Starrcade is my judgment day. Starrcade determines if Sting continues his crusade against the New World Order, or if Scorpion will be consumed by the darkness. The Crow will fly on, or rest forever in its rest. My face depicts the story of the future; there is only black and white. There is no grey matter, no in between. I must either defeat Scott Steiner, or I will not be able to continue my crusade. I am once again at the fork in the road, and only one path leads to redemption. The other, is the dark cloud of nothingness. I must choose the right path… I must defeat Scott Steiner.
Sting lowers his head quickly, closing his eyes, swallowing back his spit, and taking a deep breath. Sting keeps his head lowered, but continues on with his monologue.
Sting: If the right path is chosen, if Scott Steiner is defeated, then the Crow flies on. The Scorpion can march on, and eventually inject its poison into the New World Order. I can march into the new year, 2002, carrying my cross. I can bear trials and tribulations ahead, and reach salvation… salvation for the Crow, salvation for the Scorpion… salvation for World Championship Wrestling. The Crow is your salvation, the Scorpion is your hope. The Crow flies on tonight… or the crusade will fail. All will be lost. The turning point is here, the Crow’s time… is now. Fly or fall. Life or death. Salvation… or damnation.
Sting quickly raises his head back to its normal level, eyes agape as he stares into the camera. The camera focuses on Sting’s blank stare for several seconds until cutting back to the ringside area.
Tony Schiavone: Professor, I have been waiting to ask you this ever since Ric Flair said it… do you really think Booker T can defeat the New World Order by himself!?
Mike Tenay: I can’t be one-hundred percent positive if anyone could do so, but Tony, if Ric Flair says that Booker T could do it, then I am inclined to believe it! If Booker T is as determined as Flair believes he is, if that fire is lit in his eyes, then it’s the truth. Booker T is ready, and he can defeat Jeff Jarrett for the WCW World Heavyweight Championship tonight, no matter what the nWo throws at him.
Tony Schiavone: I have to agree with you, Professor. If Ric Flair thinks Booker T can take on the New World Order by himself, then Booker T can take on the nWo by himself!
Mike Tenay: Booker T is determined as can be for that match, so we can only wait and see if he can win back his Title tonight. However, there is one other man who is very determined to win his match tonight, and that is ‘The Insane Luchadore’ Super Crazy! Super Crazy has defeated Shane Helms on multiple occasions now, but he has never been able to beat the Cruiserweight Champion when the Title is on the line. Tonight, Crazy gets to try once more!
Tony Schiavone: However, Shane Helms is coming into the match with a definite advantage. Super Crazy suffered a concussion at Mayhem last month, at the hands of Shane Helms, no less. Crazy bounced back, but just last week, he suffered a second concussion at the hands of Helms!
Mike Tenay: There is no way that Super Crazy is at one-hundred percent tonight, but he is determined to not let his prior concussions hinder him at all tonight! Will Super Crazy finally be able to knock off Shane Helms as the WCW Cruiserweight Champion though!? Well folks, it is time to find out!
After a few moments, the “Roadhouse Blues” rift hits, bringing out ‘The Insane Luchadore’ Super Crazy to cheers from the Atlanta crowd. Crazy jogs out from the entrance chute and onto the stage, sporting black tights and a cut-sleeve t-shirt in the Mexican flag colors. Crazy sticks out his tongue and squints his eyes like he’s el loco, and proceeds to run down the entrance ramp, dive under the bottom rope and into the ring, and then hops onto the second turnbuckle in a corner and taunts for the crowd. “Sugar Baby” hits soon after, and after several extended moments, ‘Sugar’ Shane Helms struts out from the back, four Sugar Babies with him to make him look all cool and snazzy. Helms shows no problems taking his sweet time to come down the ramp and to the ring, letting the crowd lay into him all the while. However, in due time Helms gets to the ring, and enters the ring after departing from his Sugar Babies. Helms straps his WCW Cruiserweight Championship Belt off his waist, and gives it to referee Scott Dickenson. Dickenson raises the Belt into the air, showing the prize off for everyone before handing it over to a stagehand. Dickenson then calls for the bell, and the match is underway.
Shane Helms © (w/Sugar Babies) vs. Super Crazy
WCW Cruiserweight Championship Match
As the bell rings, Shane Helms and Super Crazy stare one another down for several seconds before the two men both start to circle one another in the ring before lunging into one another and locking up with a collar and elbow tie-up. The two jockey for position, and after several seconds, Crazy strikes first with a hammer lock. Crazy wrenches the hold, but Helms spins out and reverse with a hammer lock of his own. Helms roughly torques the lock, and Crazy takes quite a while to reverse, finally escaping and rolling around Helms’ side and into a waist lock. Super Crazy tries to lift Helms up off his feet, but Shane Helms blocks it and grabs a hold of Crazy’s arm before spinning free and locking Crazy in an arm wrench. Helms wrenches the hold and fires off two quick elbows to Crazy’s wrenched right arm before Crazy snaps off a quick counter, using his free left arm to grab a hold of Helms and flip him off his feet and onto his buttocks. Helms quickly jumps back up to his feet though and runs at Crazy, and the two lock up again. Helms spins around Crazy and locks in a waist lock. Helms tries to lift the Insane Luchadore off his feet, possibly for a German suplex, but Crazy locks his feet and ankles around Helms’ ankles, blocking the lift. Helms tries again, but Crazy blocks it, getting his ankles around Helms’ knees before rolling forward to the canvas, bringing Shane Helms with him, and Crazy ends up on top of Helms in a pin!
Helms gets his hands under Crazy’s buttocks and shoves him forward. With Super Crazy’s arms locked around Helms’ legs, the momentum sends Helms rolling forward with Crazy, and Helms lands on top of Crazy in a pin! Dickenson stays in position and counts…
Super Crazy finds a way to do a back roll, rolling himself and Crazy back across the ring, and Super Crazy ends up with his butt and lower back on the back of Shane Helms’ legs.
Shane Helms pulls his legs out from under Crazy’s butt and lower back, and in one fluent motion, Helms wraps his legs and arms around Crazy’s waist and torso and rolls backwards, bridging so just Crazy’s head, neck, and shoulders are on the canvas.
TH- KICK OUT!
Super Crazy kicks out, but Shane Helms quickly rolls himself backwards so his butt ends up on Crazy’s stomach. Helms pulls Crazy’s legs up towards Helms’ body and Dickenson counts again…
Super Crazy kicks out by shoving Helms off of him, and the Champion staggers across the ring before regaining his footing and charging back at Crazy. From his knees, Super Crazy dives across the canvas, sliding in between Helms’ legs, skidding right past the charging Helms. Shane Helms quickly turns around, arms raised in fight stance, while Super Crazy snaps up to his feet, arms raised for a fight as well. STAND OFF~!
The crowd cheers the excellent opening work by the two men, and Super Crazy smirks at the stand off while Shane Helms flails his arms in the air and kicks the bottom ring rope in rage. Helms finally regains his composure after several seconds, and takes a deep breath for smirking every so slightly. Helms turns back around to face Super Crazy, and wiggles his fingers while raising his right arm into the air, looking for a Greco-Roman lock up. Super Crazy lifts his left arm into the air for the lock up and Shane Helms quickly yet swiftly drills Crazy in the gut with a hard kick. The crowd boos the cheap trick by Helms and the Champ starts to connect with hard right hands to Crazy’s skull, sending the challenger staggering. Helms continues his onslaught of right hands, although starts to throw in right forearm strikes to the face as well. Helms sends Crazy staggering across the ring and eventually grabs his wrist and him across the ring and into the ropes. Crazy hits the ropes and comes running back into the center of the ring, but Helms comes running at Crazy, and lifts up his knee, sticking Crazy in the abdomen, flipping him over Helms’ leg and to the canvas. Shane then mounts Super Crazy’s chest, pinning his forearms to the canvas while doing so, and ripping into Super Crazy’s forearm with stiff, closed-fisted right hands. Helms holds nothing back, finally giving everything he has against Super Crazy now that Starrcade is here and there’s no escaping. Dickenson chides Helms for the closed fists, and Helms feigns innocence before ripping into Crazy again with right hands, this time sans the closed-fists. Helms continues to drill Crazy with hard right hands, but starts to go closed-fisted again on Crazy, and Scott Dickenson quickly snaps out at Helms, starting a five count and ordering him to get off of Crazy, although Helms got in a lot of punches before being forced off of Crazy.
Shane Helms gets up to his feet, and pulls Super Crazy up to his feet. Helms hits Crazy with a hard right hand and two forearm strikes before whipping Crazy across the ring and into the corner. Helms charges right at Crazy, and in one quick movement of time, Super Crazy goes back first into the corner and Shane Helms leaps into the air and drills him across the face with a leaping knee strike! Super Crazy staggers forward and out of the corner, while Helms tucks his legs to his chest so he clears the top rope, and then safely lands on the ring apron. Helms keeps his hands locked on the top ring rope, and as Super Crazy turns back to face Helms several moments later, Helms uses the top rope for momentum to help him spring from the apron to the top rope before springboard off the top rope and drilling Super Crazy in the face with a corkscrew missile dropkick!
The crowd can’t help but cheer the spot as the two men crash to the ring canvas, and Helms takes a moment or two to recuperate on the canvas, having possibly knocking the wind out of himself from the previous spot. Helms crawls over to Super Crazy then, and makes a pin cover as Dickenson slides into position for the count…
THR- SHOULDER UP!
Super Crazy gets his left shoulder off the canvas, and Shane Helms quickly gets off of Crazy before dropping a very quick left elbow to Crazy’s chest. Helms doesn’t go for a cover, instead pulling Crazy up to his feet. Helms connects with a right forearm strike to Crazy’s face before hit a sharp left kick to Crazy’s right shin. Helms then starts to light Crazy’s legs up with kicks, using both his right and left feet connect to Crazy’s shins, calves, hamstrings, and quads, softening Crazy up. Helms ends his kicking-spree with a high left kick to Crazy’s chin and then lower to his upper abdomen, doubling the Luchadore over. Helms then takes a hold of Super Crazy by the left arm before flipping Crazy over to the canvas with a hip toss. Helms keeps a hold of Crazy’s left arm, wrapping it in between his legs as he spins around the arm before connecting with a leg drop to Super Crazy’s throat. With the landing, Helms lands right on Crazy’s arm, crushing it in a nice little spot.
Shane Helms slowly pulls himself up to his feet, and once on his feet, he “brushes the dirt off of his hands” and does a cocky taunt for the crowd, igniting a series of heated boos from the crowd. Helms lets the crowd lay into him with their boos, but is not affected in the slightest by them. Helms makes his way over to Super Crazy, and yanks the Mexican the rest of the way to his feet, although he keeps him keeled over so he can blast him across the nose with a hard knee! Super Crazy clutches at his face and staggers back, and Shane Helms calls for the Vertebreaker
. Helms walks over to Crazy, and scores with a double sledge to Crazy’s back before locking in a double under hook from behind Crazy. Helms rotates and lifts Crazy up into the air as he does so, setting Crazy up perfectly for the Vertebreaker. Helms starts to take a step forward before he drops Crazy with the finisher, but the Insane Luchadore quickly locks his legs around Helms’ neck and breaks his arms free of Helms… and scores with a killer snap reverse hurricanrana, and Helms’ head spikes off the canvas
and does a nifty-looking headstand to sell the spot before collapsing to the canvas. Both men lay on the canvas, and Scott Dickenson checks on both men before starting a ten count.
Both men start making their attempts to crawl back up to their feet
Both Super Crazy and Shane Helms get up to their feet and start to congregate towards the center of the ring where Shane Helms connects with a right hand to Crazy. The Insane Luchadore staggers his upper body back a bit, but keeps his legs planted and connects with a right hand of his own. Helms staggers the same, and fires off a right hand to Crazy. Super Crazy scores again with a right hand, and Helms fires a right hand right back at Crazy, only for Crazy to hit another hard right hand, and the two men quickly start swinging away at each other with heavy right hands, their brawl quickly increasing in pace and fury. The Insane Luchadore starts to gain the upper hand, his heavy right hands stinging Helms long enough to send him staggering backwards, losing his balance and thus stumbling back into the ropes. Super Crazy follows Helms into the ropes and connects with a right hand, and then another hard right before whipping Helms across the ring and into the opposite set of ropes. Crazy jogs out towards the center of the ring and as Helms comes charging back at Crazy, the Luchadore leaps up and over the oncoming Helms with a leap frog. Helms keeps running, runs off the ropes and charges back at Super Crazy. Crazy drops to his stomach on the canvas as Helms approaches him, and the Champion runs over Crazy, and keeps running towards the ropes again. Helms hits the ropes and runs back at Crazy as he hops back up to his feet. Super Crazy bends his torso over as Helms approaches Crazy, and Helms hops off his feet and rolls sideways along Crazy’s back before landing on his feet and running back off the ropes again. Shane Helms comes charging back at Super Crazy with full force, and quickly is able to capture himself around Super Crazy, twirling up and around his body while locking his ankles around Crazy’s neck. Helms looks for a tilt-a-whirl head scissors, rotating around Crazy and trying to snap Crazy over to the canvas, but can’t. Helms rotates around Crazy and spins in the air again, but Crazy counters Helms’ attack into a tilt-a-whirl back breaker!
Helms’ back bounces off of Crazy’s knee and thigh before crumbling to the canvas. Crazy makes the cover, and Dickenson slides into position…
THR- KICK OUT!
Helms gets the kick out, and Crazy looks slightly aggravated, but too much. Instead, he yanks Helms up to his feet, and clobbers him with several hard right hands, sending Helms staggering. The Champion staggers into the ropes, and Super Crazy charges at him, sending him up and over the top rope with a running clothesline! Shane Helms lands on his feet on the outside, but then (purposely) falls to his back on the padded mats at ringside. Shane Helms recovers to his feet rather quickly, while Super Crazy simply waits at the ropes. As Shane Helms pulls himself up to his feet, Super Crazy grabs a hold of the top rope and uses them as a spring to help him jump up from the canvas to the top rope. Crazy then springboards off the top rope, spinning his body in the air so that he corkscrews and lands a picture perfect moonsault onto the standing Helms!
The crowd pops and starts a chant of “Sup-er Crazy, Sup-er Crazy” as the two men crash and burn to the padded mats. Both men recover from the spot (and the match in general), although Super Crazy pulls himself up to his feet first. Crazy pulls himself up to the ring apron, and walks over to the far side of the apron as Helms pulls himself up to his feet. Once Helms gets up to his feet, Super crazy runs along the apron in Helms’ direction before leaping off the apron, flipping over Helms and grabbing his head on the way down, landing on his buttocks and snapping Helms’ head onto his shoulder with a SICK flipping neck breaker!
Helms’ body goes rigid on the landing before collapsing to the canvas, and the Hotlanta crowd starts to chant “Holy Shit”
from the spot. Buff Bagwell, eat your heart out.
Super Crazy pulls himself up to his feet and sticks out his tongue and squints his eyes at the crowd while waving his hands to the crowd, just his thumb and pinky up in the air. Since when is Mexico equivalent to Hawaiian or Samoan? Super Crazy then turns on his heel back to Shane Helms, and pulls him up to his feet, as Helms showed no signs of getting up himself. Crazy lands a right forearm to Helms, and then another right hand. Helms staggers, and Crazy grabs him by the wrist and whips him face first into the steel ring post! Helms collides into the ring post hard, but doesn’t fall down, instead staying propped up against it. Crazy walks over to Helms and rolls him in the ring before hopping up onto the apron and climbing up to the top turnbuckle. Crazy takes his time climbing up to the top, so that by the time he is on the top turnbuckle, balance set, Helms is staggering back up to his feet. As Shane Helms turns his body in the direction of Super Crazy and the corner, Crazy leaps off the top turnbuckle, landing on top of Helms’ shoulders before swinging sideways and hitting a swinging hurricanrana!
The crowd cheers the spot, and after shaking the mini-cobwebs out of his system, Super Crazy crawls over to Helms, and makes a cover. Dickenson slides in for the count…
THRE- KICK OUT!
Shane Helms barely kicks out, and Super Crazy shows signs of aggravation and frustration, but tries to keep focusing on the match and not his negative feelings and emotions. Crazy hops up off of Helms and lingers over to the ropes, simply waiting for Helms to get up to his feet. Helms starts to stagger up to his feet soon after, quickly working his way up from the canvas to his two feet. As Helms gets back to his feet, Super Crazy runs off the ropes and comes charging back at Helms. As the Insane Luchadore reaches Helms, he jumps up into the air and lands on Helms shoulders, going for another hurricanrana… but Helms counters mid-move with a sit-out power bomb!
The crowd is torn with groans of disappointment and cheers of the exciting spot, despite them having seen much more risqué spots already in the match, let alone in matches previous. Shane Helms stays in the position he is in from the ‘bomb, his ankles pinning Super Crazy’s shoulders to the mat. Dickenson spots it and counts the pin…
THREE- SHOULDER UP!
Super Crazy gets a shoulder up just
before the three count, and the crowd cheers the very close call. Shane Helms slumps backwards to the canvas, exhausted and beaten up from everything that he has taken in this match, while Super Crazy stays in the same spot on the canvas, although his right hand shifts up to his head, grabbing at in a lot of pain. The match has been just over thirteen minutes of action, but Helms has tried to pull out all the stops, but to no avail, while Crazy has done the same. Both Helms and Crazy slowly pull themselves up to their feet, Helms still feeling all of Crazy’s previous offense, while Crazy the high-impact sit-out power bomb he just received at the hands of Helms. The two men finally get back up to their feet, and Super Crazy strikes first, landing a right hand to the face of Helms. Crazy hits Helms with another right hand, sending Helms slightly staggering, but the Cruiserweight Champ connects with a forearm strike to Crazy’s face, and then a nasty-looking side elbow strike. Super Crazy staggers backwards, clutching at the back of his head for just a quick moment. Shane Helms looks to strike quick, going for a clothesline. Super Crazy ducks the clothesline attempt, and Shane Helms charges past Crazy. Helms turns around quickly, just as Super Crazy swings a reverse back heel kick at Helms’ stomach, but Shane catches Crazy’s foot and ankle. Helms swings Crazy’s leg away, spinning the Insane Luchadore around altogether in one rotation. As Crazy gets back to his original position, Helms takes a step back before lunging forward… SUGAR SMACK!
Super Crazy drops like a ton of bricks from Helms’ thrust/super kick, and Helms throws his head back, clutches his fists and lets out a heavy sigh of relief, believing that’s what he needed to get the victory. After several seconds of this, Shane Helms finally drops to his knees and covers Crazy, hooking the right leg as Dickenson prepares for the count…
THREE- KICK OUT!
Super Crazy kicks out just before the three count, again
, and Shane Helms rolls off of Super Crazy’s chest in sheer disbelief. Helms argues with Dickenson for a few moments, shouting at him for repeated slow counts, and trying to help a Mexican cheat him. Super Crazy slowly starts to pull himself off his back on the canvas, while Helms continues to berate Dickenson. Helms notices Super Crazy start to get up to his feet, getting up to just his knees, holding the back of his head in pain again. Helms quickly throws his hand up to Dickenson, ‘stopping’ the conversation between them; Helms tells Dickenson that he’ll “finishing pwning his ass later”. Helms then quickly runs off the ropes and comes back at Super Crazy… Helms goes for the Shining Wizard, but Super Crazy rolls out of the way! Helms staggers forward, losing his balance because of his miss on the shining wizard. Super Crazy quickly gets up to his feet, and connects with a dropkick to Helms! Helms staggers, but doesn’t fall to his feet. Super Crazy quickly hops up to his feet, runs at the staggering Helms and leaps into the air at his head… and plants Helms with a SICK jumping spike DDT!
Helms folds up like an accordion from the DDT, and both men are down on the canvas for several moments. Super Crazy finally sits up, while Helms remains on his back. Crazy pulls himself up the rest of the way to his feet, and looks down at Helms before looking at the corner nearby. Super Crazy smirks his trademark smirk while sticking out his tongue before walking over to the corner. Super Crazy walks onto the first turnbuckle… MOONSAULT!
Crazy lands on Helms, although the landing isn’t that great. However, Super Crazy pulls himself up to his feet and walks over to the corner, climbs up to the second turnbuckle… SECOND MOONSAULT!
Super Crazy lands this one perfectly, but is slow to get up, the wear and tear of the match starting to get to him; Crazy is favoring his head, clutching the back of it with his right hand. Super Crazy slowly pulls himself up to his feet, and walks over to the corner, and slowly but surely, climbs up the turnbuckles to the top one. Super Crazy starts to lose his balance, but grabs the bar that holds the turnbuckle pads and ropes to the ring post. Crazy regains his balance… and Shane Helms nips up to his feet out of nowhere, runs and leaps onto the third turnbuckle… GERMAN SUPLEX OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! SUPER CRAZY GETS DROPPED RIGHT ON HIS HEAD!!
The crowd breaks out into a mixture of boos for Shane Helms getting up to his feet out of nowhere and preventing the last third of the Trifecta Moonsault, and cheers for Shane Helms getting up to his feet, preventing the Trifecta Moonsault, and hitting a German suplex that was rushed so much that it botched the spot, and almost led to Super Crazy landing right on his skull. Crazy tucked his chin to his shoulders, and is able to prevent a broken neck/death. However, Crazy looks to be out of it, his eyes already glazing over; he probably had a big-time concussion from that spot. Both men are down on their backs, although Shane Helms pulls himself up to the canvas within a few moments, and throws his arms up in front of his face, making an ‘X’ before throwing his arms down to his side. Helms then grabs Crazy by the hair and yanks him up to his feet before hooking Crazy’s arms, rotating around and lifting Crazy up off his feet and into the air upside down… VERTEBREAKER!!
Crazy takes another head drop, and Helms makes the ensuing pin. Dickenson slides in front of Crazy’s head and shoulders, and registers the pin…
Result: Shane Helms def. Super Crazy to retain the WCW Cruiserweight Championship at 15:17
The crowd boos as “Sugar Baby” hits, and Dickenson raises Helms’ right arm into the air in victory after helping Helms to his feet. Helms breaks away from Dickenson, raising his two arms into the air in victory, as Dickenson grabs the Cruiserweight Title from a stagehand. Dickenson hands the Title Belt to Helms then, who immediately clutches the Belt to his chest. Helms kisses his Cruiserweight Belt before rolling out of the ring, his four Sugar Babies right there to embrace him and help escort him up the entrance ramp. Helms leans on the two Babies nearest him, the two wrapping their arms around Helms’ waist as he drapes an arm each over their respect shoulders. As Helms and the Babies walk up the ramp to the back, Scott Dickenson checks on Super Crazy, who is moving fine and everything, but is clearly out of it.
Tony Schiavone: What a match, Professor! Shane Helms and Super Crazy gave everything they had and put it all on the line for that WCW Cruiserweight Title tonight! However, Super Crazy just didn’t have it in him tonight to go the distance, Professor.
Mike Tenay: Shane Helms pulled out all the stops necessary tonight, Tony, but I have to think that Super Crazy has all the talent to win the Cruiserweight Title; he’s beaten Shane Helms before! However, I do think that Super Crazy may not be fully healed from the concussion he sustained last month at Mayhem. You could see that towards the end of the match, he started to favor his head a bit; his head was clearly throbbing in pain. He may have come back from his concussion too soon, and with all of the high-impact maneuvers he performed and took tonight and within the previous few weeks, he may be suffering from post-concussion syndrome.
Tony Schiavone: Well even that’s not the case, he definitely looked to have suffered another concussion tonight. After taking that German suplex from the top turnbuckle, and then the Vertebreaker right after, you could see Super Crazy’s eyes start to glaze over.
The camera cuts to the ring, where Super Crazy is slowly rolling under the bottom rope, Dickenson by his side in case he stumbles. Road agents Mike Rotunda and David ‘Fit’ Finlay are down at ringside as well, and the two are right there to help Super Crazy walk up the entrance ramp to the back, his condition looking possibly serious. The crowd gives Super Crazy a round of applause as he slowly walks to the back.
Tony Schiavone: Folks, we sure hope Super Crazy is okay, but there is simply no way that we will know tonight. However, we promise you that we will have an update for you Wednesday night, on WCW Wednesday Nitro! As always, Wednesday Nitro comes to you live on NBC at 8PM, Eastern Standard Time!
Even on PPV, Tony Schiavone finds a way to shamelessly shill Nitro, a television show. Newsflash, people do not order a pay-per-fucking-view if they don’t watch the product. That just isn’t logical. And if they do, they’re fucking idiots, and can’t comprehend what you’re saying anyways.
Mike Tenay: Well folks, at this time, we are going to send you backstage to the interview area for the first time tonight where ‘Mean’ Gene Okerlund is standing by, for dear God, arguably the last time, ‘The Nature Boy’ Ric Flair!
The show cuts to the back.
The Final Interview?
The cameras are back in the interview area for the first time tonight, and standing in the center of the area is the one and only, ‘Mean’ Gene Okerlund. Okerlund is dressed in his best tuxedo, but his style and glamour cannot match up to the man standing to his right, ‘The Nature Boy’ Ric Flair. Flair stands next to Okerlund, his hands on his hips, sporting a vintage blue and white sequined robe, blue trunks underneath the robe, and white boots on his feet. Flair looks confident as always, and has a mysterious smirk on his face.
Gene Okerlund: Hello everybody at home, I am ‘Mean’ Gene Okerlund, and I hope you are enjoying the show so far tonight! Right now, I am standing by with the man who simply needs no introductions. However, because he is the classiest son of a gun I know, and a 14-time World Heavyweight Champion, I am going to give him one. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, ‘The Nature Boy’ Ric Flair!
Ric grins at Okerlund’s words, delighted by the kind sentiments.
Gene Okerlund: Ric, this is possibly the last time I ever get to have the honor and privilege of interviewing you, as if you are pinned or if you submit in your triple threat match tonight against ‘Hollywood’ Hulk Hogan and ‘Big Sexy’ Kevin Nash, you will be forced to retire from professional wrestling. How nervous are you going into this match?
Ric Flair: I know that this could somehow be the last time we ever get to do this, so lemme just start by saying this… MEAN! WOO! GENE!
Flair and Okerlund both break out into laughter and trade smiles with one another before Flair can continue.
Ric Flair: Now that I got that out of the way, Gene-O, I’ll be honest with ya’, I’m not nervous at all. I know that there’s a chance I might lose tonight, and I’d be forced to be retired, but that’s not something I am nervous about. If I walk down that ramp and into the ring, nervous, then I’ve already lost. And Gene-O, let’s be honest, there ain’t no chance in hell that Ric Flair is going to give up tonight. The Naitcha’ Boy won’t tap out on his career, so the only way I’d be losing tonight is if someone knocks me out with a brick and pins me. Ric Flair won’t quit on himself.
Flair pauses briefly, but then continues before Okerlund can ask another question.
Ric Flair: Gene-O, I have the utmost faith and belief that I am going to walk out of Starrcade tonight, a winner. The Naitcha’ Boy has far too much fight left in him, and he will not be retired by Hulk Hogan or Kevin Nash. I have a war to finish in this company, and there’s just no way Ric Flair will be retired before he can settle his score with Eric Bischoff and the New World Order! And to shoot ya’ straight, Gene-O, there is one more reason as to why the Naitcha’ Boy is walking out of the Georgia Dome a winner.
Flair pauses, allowing Gene to ponder what that is. Apparently, Gene has no idea.
Gene Okerlund: …Erm, what’s that, Ric?
Ric Flair: A guaranteed WCW World Heavyweight Championship match, baby! If there is one thing that Ric Flair knows, it is how to win World Heavyweight Titles! I’m a 14-time World Heavyweight Champion, and the Naitcha’ Boy would love nothing more than to be a 15-time Champ, WOO!
Flair licks his lips and pauses, getting motivated and pumped up.
Ric Flair: Gene-O, Eric Bischoff and the New World Order are forgetting something, and that, is that Ric Flair is, WOO, STILL… THE MAN! And to be the man, you have to, WOO, beat the man… and there ain’t no beatin’ Space Mountain and Ric Flair at Starrcade!
Flair smirks and pauses again. He looks at Okerlund, and nods his head before turning on his heel and walking off-screen. However, Flair walks back on seconds later. He looks at Okerlund, and smirks.
Ric Flair: Gene-O, I just have to do it one more time. This one, this one is for you, bro… WOOOOOOO!
Flair continues his “WOO”, his lips puckered as the noise echoes from his throat. The camera focuses on Flair and his puckered lips before cutting back to the commentators.
Tony Schiavone: I don’t know about you, Professor, but I sure hope Ric Flair is right! I do not want to imagine a WCW without the Nature Boy!
Mike Tenay: Well like I said before, Tony, if Ric Flair says it, I am inclined to believe it! Ric Flair simply has too much left to fight for in WCW, and Ric Flair will not go down tonight!
Tony Schiavone: Well Ric certainly isn’t worried about losing tonight, which like he said, is the first step to assuring he doesn’t lose!
Mike Tenay: And hopefully that does mean we won’t see Ric Flair retired tonight. However, this next match could play a role in Ric’s match later on tonight! Up next, Lance Storm will defend the WCW North American Championship in a tables match against ‘The Career Killer’ Mike Awesome! According to Eric Bischoff, if Mike Awesome wins this match and brings home the gold for the New World Order, it will create the momentum that the nWo needs for Hulk Hogan to win the triple threat match, and for Jeff Jarrett to retain the WCW World Heavyweight Championship against Booker T!
Tony Schiavone: However, that also means that if Awesome loses and Lance Storm once again retains his Title, it could give WCW the momentum it needs for the rest of the night! That way, Ric Flair can avoid retirement and get a guaranteed WCW World Heavyweight Championship match, and Booker T can become a 5-time Champ!
Mike Tenay: The North American Title and momentum hangs in the balance, and only one man, either Lance Storm or Mike Awesome, can walk away with it all!
“New World Order” hits for the first time this evening, and the crowd starts to rain down boos as ‘The Career Killer’ Mike Awesome walks out from the entrance chute. Awesome stomps out onto the entrance stage, sporting black trunks, elbow & knee pads, and of course, the nWo t-shirt. Awesome doesn’t give the Atlanta crowd any cool or snazzy taunts, instead, simply walking down the entrance ramp and to the ring, a straight face composing his mug. Awesome walks around the ring in a full lap before getting into said ring, eyeing the tables alongside the ring. One table rests on a side of the ring, except for the side of the ring that faces the entrance stage. That means three tables are at ringside, kiddies. Awesome then enters the ring, and the Prong rift of “Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck” hits, bringing out the WCW North American Champion, Lance Storm, to cheers from the crowd. Lance, like Awesome, simply walks out from the entrance chute and onto the entrance stage, not taunting or posing. This match is not about glitz and glamour; it is about wrestling and who can put their opponent through a table for a Title. That North American Championship Belt is proudly around Storm’s waist, and the Champion, donning his electric black tights, walks down the entrance ramp and to the ring. Lance climbs up the ring steps and enters the ring, where he proceeds to unfasten his Title Belt from his waist, and hands it off to referee Billy Silverman. That’s right, folks! He’s a trooper who’s working double duty at Starrcade! Silverman raises the Title Belt into the air, putting it on display for Hotlanta and the crowd at home before handing it off to a stagehand, and then ringing the bell to start the match.
Lance Storm © vs. Mike Awesome
WCW North American Championship (Tables Match)
Lance Storm and Mike Awesome stare each other down for several seconds to start the match, no looks of smugness and arrogance, only those of determination and readiness. The two men slowly approach one another, the two opposing sides colliding in the middle of the ring… with hard right hands! Lance and Mike exchange a rapid fire exchange of hard right hands, laying into each other with stiff
shots. Neither man staggers back from the shots, instead just throwing right hand after right hand, drilling his adversary in the face, time and time again. Te battle continues, but Awesome starts to get the advantage, sending Storm staggering back a foot or two. Awesome swings away with another hard right hand, but Lance evades it, and clocks Awesome hard in the face with a right forearm strike! Awesome staggers backwards an inch, if that, and retaliates with a hard forearm strike of his own! Awesome and Storm start up another duel, throwing forearm after forearm at each other, holding nothing back with their stiff shots! The two continue on, throwing in right hands as well, just knocking the shit out of each other.
Awesome and Storm continue their dance of right forearms and right hands, although Mike Awesome scores with a particularly vicious right forearm that sends Lance side-stepping a bit, allowing Awesome to level Lance with a big side elbow strike to the face! Storm staggers back, and retaliates with a hard kick to Awesome’s left thigh! Awesome hits a nasty right hand and then a quick left forearm, but Storm counters with a stiff side elbow strike to Awesome’s face and then a left forearm strike of his own, only to cap it off with a head butt to the face! Awesome staggers back, and Lance leaps into the air and clobbers Awesome with a knee to the chin! Awesome staggers back more, only to regain his footing and hit
Storm with a right hand! Storm staggers, and Awesome hits two hard kicks to Lance’s left calf. Awesome hits a big upper cut to Lance’s chin, sending him staggering before knocking Storm down with a shoulder block!
Lance quickly gets right back up to his feet, and Awesome clocks Lance with a hard right forearm strike to his face, but Lance retaliates with a snap kick to the side of Awesome’s left knee! Awesome then scores with a stiff right hand, and Lance responds with one of his own, and the two start punching the crap out of each other again. The two men exchange hard rights, mixing in hard forearm strikes as well. The two barely stagger with each blow, just stiffing each other like it’s their job… oh wait, it is. Lance Storm finally connects with a thundering right hand that sends Awesome staggering back several times, and then drills The Career Killer with a wicked knife edge chop to the chest! Awesome staggers back more so, and Lance steps up to Mike’s side and drills him with side elbow strike after side elbow! Lance drives his right elbow into the right side of Awesome’s skull, bashing it repeatedly, connecting with eleven side elbow strikes! Awesome can’t take any more of the elbow’s, and staggers backwards all the way into the corner. Lance pursuits Awesome, and clocks Awesome across the jaw with a hard right hand! Lance grabs Awesome’s wrist and tries to whip him into the corner, only for Awesome to reverse the whip, sending Lance charging across the ring and back first into the opposite corner turnbuckles! Awesome follows up with a charge, and drills Storm with a nasty lariat!
Lance Storm immediately drops from his feet to his buttocks, his head leaning back against the second turnbuckle pad. Awesome places his hands on the top rope and then starts to kick away at Lance, putting the boots to his chest and face. Awesome kicks away at Lance, connecting with shot after shot to Storm. Billy Silverman can only stand by and watch, as he has no rules to enforce, although if this was a standard match, he’d be all over the action. Awesome lays the boots to Storm even further, knocking Storm senseless before backing away from Storm, cracking his neck from side to side and walking around in a mini-circle while doing so. Awesome then slowly walks back over to Lance, places his the sole of his right boot across Lance’s face, and scrapes it across… a face wash! Awesome repeats the process, scraping his boot along Lance’s face for a second face wash, and then a third time! Awesome places his boot along Lance’s cheek once more, and scrapes his boot across Storm’s face! Lance’s head bobbles to the side, and Awesome sprints away from the action, running off the ropes and then charging back at Storm… and hits a seated dropkick, clocking Storm right in the face!
Storm’s upper body slings backwards, falling in between the first and second ropes so his body is half in the ring, half out. Instead of trying something flashy over the ropes and to the apron, Awesome grabs Storm by the ankles and drags him across the ring, back into the center of it. After dragging Storm into the center of the ring, Awesome walks up to the side of Lance’s chest, and drops an elbow right to Storm’s sternum, only to get right back up to his feet, leap into the air, and connect with a knee drop to Storm’s forehead! The Career Killer quickly gets back to his feet, and grabs Lance around the head and neck while doing so, yanking Storm up to his feet as well. Once both are back on their feet, Awesome drills Lance with several side elbow strikes across the face and then a hard right forearm! Storm staggers back, and Awesome wraps Lance in a front face lock, drapes his arm over his shoulder, and lifts Lance up into the air. Awesome tries to drop Storm with a suplex, but Lance swings his legs and waist, spinning himself free of Awesome’s clutches, falling out of the suplex attempt and landing behind Awesome. Storm quickly wraps in a waist lock and lifts Awesome up for a German suplex, but Awesome locks his ankles around Lance’s calves, blocking the suplex. Awesome quickly fires off multiple side elbow strikes, clobbering Lance in the side of the head before spinning out of his clutches. Awesome ends up behind Lance, grabs a hold of Lance’s waist and right arm, lifts Lance into the air and drops him with a back suplex!
Storm lies in ring, holding the back of his head in pain while Mike Awesome rolls along the canvas, under the bottom rope, and out of the ring. On the outside, Awesome grabs the table on the side of the ring he is currently on, picking it up off the ground and sliding it under the bottom rope and into the ring. Awesome re-enters the ring, and flips the table upside down, so its legs and supports are facing up. Awesome opens up one of the legs, locks it in place, and then lifts the table up into the air. Awesome places the table near the corner, in a position where the table and the corner form an imaginary ‘T’, if you will. Awesome starts to open up the other leg while holding that side of the table up, and then kicking the leg away from its initial resting spot, opening it up more and more. Before Awesome can finish setting up the table, Lance Storm, back on his feet, clobbers Awesome in the back of the neck with a double sledge. The table slumps down, one end fully up while it then slants down at a 30 degree angle, the other leg rapidly closing as it slumps down to the canvas. Storm hits Awesome with a clubbing forearm to Awesome’s upper back and shoves him into the corner, sending Awesome back first into said corner. Lance hits Awesome with one forearm strike to the face, and then starts hammering away at Awesome’s face with stiff side elbow strikes! Awesome’s head bobbles from side-to-side with each shot, and as Tony Schiavone reminds the viewers at home, that can cause serious head trauma~! Storm finally stops his (repetitive) attack, and locks his hand under Awesome’s thighs and drives his head under Awesome’s right arm pit, pushing up and lifting Awesome off his feet and onto the third turnbuckle. With Awesome sitting on the top turnbuckle, Storm swings Awesome’s legs over the top tope so they’re more or less outside the ring, and then climbs up to the first rope. Storm thumps Awesome with a hard right hand, and slightly lifts Awesome up off his buttocks. Storm clobbers Awesome with another hard right hand to the face, and Awesome continues to rise up to his feet. Lance climbs up to the second turnbuckle and hits Awesome in the gut with a right hand, keeling him over slightly. Storm quickly puts Awesome in a front face lock, wraps Awesome’s arm over and around his shoulder, and quickly grabs a hold of Awesome’s trunks and lifts, sending the two men crashing from the corner with a… SUPERPLEX ONTO THE TABLE… BUT NOT THROUGH IT!
The crowd cheers the spot, and Awesome lands on the edge of the table at its slanted ended, while Storm lands right next to it, and Tenay reminds everyone that the table didn’t break because of the awkward angle it is at, and the match continues on since the table did not break. Both men recuperate on the canvas for several moments, and Lance Storm gets up to his feet first. Storm walks over to the table, lifts it into the air and sets it up against the corner, keeping the table at a slanted angle. Storm then turns on his heel and refocuses his attention on Mike Awesome, who is starting to pull himself up to his feet. Storm walks over to Awesome and clocks him with a right hand and forearm strike, and then grabs him by the wrist and tries to whip him at (and through) the table. Awesome reverses the whip, sending Storm charging right at the table! Storm hits the bricks, stopping his momentum before crashing right through the table. Storm turns on his heel as Awesome runs right at Storm, and Awesome goes for a Spear through the table, but Storm leaps up into the air and over Awesome! Storm quickly locks his ankles in between Awesome’s arm pits and grabs Awesome by the waist, stopping Awesome’s momentum and slinging him backwards, rolling him up into what would’ve been a nice pinning maneuver in a standard wrestling match. The two men quickly roll off the canvas and back up to their feet, only for Lance to leap right off his feet, clocking Awesome in the face with a spinning wheel kick!
Lance Storm quickly gets up to his feet, and walks over to Awesome’s legs. Lance lifts up Awesome’s left leg, and scores with a hard kick to Awesome’s quad! Storm drills Awesome in the quad multiple times, softening it up and trying to take it out of commission. It may be a tables match, but Lance is still a technician at heart. Finally, Lance wraps his arm around Awesome’s ankle and calf, and tries to flip Awesome over so he can fully apply the Maple Leaf Crab. However, Awesome uses his right leg to land a kick to Storm’s chest, and then uses his leg to shove Storm off of him. Storm staggers back towards the table propped up in the corner, and Awesome quickly gets back up to his feet and charges at Storm. Awesome goes for a lariat, but Storm quickly counters, connecting with a drop toe hold, sending Awesome face first into the table! The table doesn’t break, but the maneuver is enough to make an impact. Awesome groggily pulls himself up to his buttocks, sitting up against the table, while Lance quickly gets up to his feet and makes his way over to the opposite corner. Lance scrapes his right boot off the canvas twice, and then runs right Awesome, trying to put his face through the table with a leg lariat! Awesome quickly moves his body (and face) out of the way, and Lance rams his foot into the table, but is able to pull it back just enough to make sure the table doesn’t break. Before Storm can plan another attack, Awesome quickly sweeps Lance’s lone standing leg out from under him, sending Lance to his back on the canvas.
Awesome quickly hops up to his feet, and grabs Storm by his ankles. Awesome tries catapult Lance into the table, locking his body tight and slinging Lance into the air, but just before Storm is catapulted by Awesome, he gets a spring of his own from the canvas, giving him more hang time, and allowing him to clear the table! Lance leaps up in the air and over the table, landing on the top turnbuckle! Storm doesn’t even bother to catch his balance, instead jumping right off the top, hitting an excellent corkscrew moonsault press to Awesome, but Awesome steps out of the way and Lance crashes and burns to the canvas!
The crashes groans, seeing the excellent athletic display by Storm result in nothing. Awesome quickly looks to take advantage of the situation, yanking Lance up to his feet, and placing his head in between his legs, looking for the Awesome Bomb. Awesome lifts Storm into the air, and starts running from the center of the ring towards the table, looking for the Bomb, but before he can end the match, Lance counters out of nowhere, swinging his body to his right, reversing with a swinging hurricanrana! Awesome flips off his feet and to his canvas over Storm, taking a hard bounce on the canvas before the momentum sends him rolling right out of the ring! Lance then quickly pulls himself back up to his feet, and looks at Awesome stumbling up to his feet outside the ring near him. Lance then takes off, running away from Awesome, hitting off the ropes and charging back towards Awesome… and Storm leaps over the top rope, flipping in the air and taking out Awesome with a no handed somersault plancha!
The two men land on the protective mats near the wooden table resting on the mats at ringside, and Storm starts to get himself up to his feet relatively quickly. The Champion then grabs Awesome by the head and pulls him up to his feet, and scores with a hard right forearm strike and right hand. Awesome staggers back a step, and Storm quickly whips Awesome into the side of the ring, jarring his spine against the edged side. Storm then quickly charges right at the challenger, leaping into the air and kicking Awesome right in the left jaw! Awesome staggers away from the ring while Lance lands safely on the apron. With Awesome having his back turned to Storm, Lance quickly leaps off the apron, grabbing Awesome by the back of the head and slamming him down face first onto the table!
the wood, his face smashing off the table hard. Lance is slow to get up, his tail bone a little sore after colliding with the wood, but nevertheless, the North American Champ pulls himself up to his feet. Lance cracks his neck from side-to-side and moves his shoulders from side-to-side, cracking them as well. Storm then returns his attention to Awesome, pulling him back up to his feet. Lance shoves Awesome back a step, hits him with a right hand, and tries to whip him into the ring post, but Awesome reverses out of nowhere, sending Storm running face and chest first into the steel ring post!
Lance drops to the canvas, while Awesome shakes the cobwebs out of his brain, so to speak, before turning on his heel and fixating his eyes on the table resting on the ground. Awesome flips the table over so the legs are facing up, but this time around, he fully opens both the legs of the table and locking the supports in place before lifting it up into the air and placing it on the mats. However, setting the table up gives Storm ample amount of time to recuperate from the ring post incident, and Lance gets up to his feet as Awesome finishes setting up the table. Awesome makes his way over to Lance, only for Storm to meet Awesome with a hard side elbow to the nose! Lance then connects with a kick to Awesome’s mid-section, followed by a hard knee to the gut, keeling Awesome over. Lance quickly locks in a front face lock, drapes Awesome’s arm over his shoulders, grabs his trunks, and lifts him up for a suplex… he’s going to suplex him through the table! Awesome quickly gets his right leg in between Lance’s legs, preventing Storm from lifting Awesome all the way up and over for the suplex. Storm tries to lift Awesome up in another suplex attempt, but Awesome blocks it again, and then starts to fire off quick punches to Storm’s left kidney, pounding away until Storm is forced to break his hold on Awesome. Lance staggers back a few steps, and Awesome quickly snaps at him, drilling him with a stiff
Storm folds up like an accordion, taking an excellent head/neck bump on the protective mats because of the lariat’s force. Awesome cracks his knuckles, and then lays into Storm’s chest with some stiff stomps, stomping that ever so proverbial mud hole, if you will. Awesome then calls off his stomping assault, instead grabbing Lance by the head and pulling him up to his feet. Awesome drills Storm with a heavy right hand and then a left side elbow strike before grabbing a hold of Lance by his head and tights, and sending him into the ring under the bottom rope. Awesome pulls himself up onto the ring apron, walks along the apron to the corner, and then starts to climb up the corner to the top turnbuckle. Lance starts getting up to his feet all the while, and once he gets all the way up to his feet and turns himself to face Awesome, the challenge leaps off the top…and connects with a diving shoulder block!
Awesome slowly pulls himself up to his feet, his body feeling the pain of the 15 minutes of this match thus far. Once on his feet, Awesome grabs Lance by the head, and starts to pull him up to his feet as well. With both men now on their feet, Awesome rocks Lance with a hard right hand, and then several more, still delivering stiff shot after stiff shot to Lance. Awesome then hits a left forearm strike to the face, followed by a hard knee into the abdomen, doubling Storm over. Awesome quickly wraps his arms around Lance’s gut, and lifts him up into the air before slamming him back down to the canvas with a gut wrench power bomb! Lance’s back crashes into the canvas, and Awesome rests on his knees for several moments after delivering the bomb. The Career Killer then pulls himself back up to his feet, and immediately looks at the wooden table propped up in the corner. Awesome walks over to the table and starts fidgeting with it, trying to prop the table up in the angle he is apparently searching for. After Mr. OCD gets the table at the desired angle, Awesome walks back over to Storm, who is already trying to make his way to his feet on his own. Awesome pulls Lance up the rest of the way to his feet, only to drill Lance over the back with a clubbing forearm. Awesome then hits several more hard right hands… really, words can’t describe the greatness of the stiff blows these guys have given each other throughout this match. No bullshit. Anyways, Awesome this Storm with another hard left forearm strike to the face, sending Storm staggering backwards. Awesome follows up with a kick to the mid-section, and then a knee to the mid-section, keeling Storm over. The Career Killer finally places Storm’s head in between his legs, and lifts him up for an Awesome Bomb! Awesome starts walking over to the table to throw Storm through it, but the Champion immediately starts fighting back, raining down right hands to Awesome’s skull! Awesome starts to lose his balance because of Storm’s punches, and stops walking towards the table, instead just trying to keep Storm on his shoulders. Storm keeps fighting, connecting with punch after punch until he finally is able to swing his legs around and off of Awesome’s head, sliding down and over Awesome’s shoulders and back. Storm tries to hit a quick forearm to the back of Awesome’s head, but The Career Killers drills
Storm with a STIFF back elbow to the face, sending Lance staggering back into the ropes near the table on the outside. Awesome looks at Storm quick before running away from Lance, slinging off the ropes opposite Lance. Awesome comes charging back at Storm and leaps off his feet for a diving shoulder block, but Lance grabs the top rope and falls, pulling the top rope down towards the canvas as it holds Lance in the air… Awesome leaps right over Storm because of the trickery, over the top rope, and flies to the outside… and AWESOME CRASHES THROUGH THE TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE!!
The crowd breaks out into a thunderous round of “Holy Shit”
as Awesome crashes and burns, big time, through the wooden table on the outside of the ring. Tony Schiavone starts having an aneurism, claiming that Awesome could very well be dead, but everyone knows he isn’t committing suicide until 2007. No more suicide talk though, it reminds me of when I last read an Apple Spitter show. Bad memories. Anyways, referee Billy Silverman quickly reminds Storm that this match is still on because while Awesome went through the table, it wasn’t because of an offensive maneuver by Storm. Mike Tenay reminds everyone at home the exact same thing, so now everyone is clear on what’s going on, right? Good, then we carry on.
Lance Storm releases his hold of the third rope, falling to the canvas while the top tope flings back up to its natural position, shaking back and forth for a while until it reaches its resting point. Lance Storm, however, does not take a while to get back to his feet, instead getting right back up to them. Lance pulls himself up, shakes out the cob webs, and looks down at the fallen Awesome, lying in heaps of broken ‘wood’… because let’s be honest, those tables are not real wood. They’re like, as soft as dry wall. Lance takes several deep breaths, contemplating his next move, before licking his lips and nodding to himself. Storm wraps his hands along the top rope, and uses the ropes to help jump from the canvas to the top rope. Lance lands on the top rope and then springboards right off the top rope, jumping to the outside of the ring…. AND HITS A HUGE FLYING LEG DROP TO MIKE AWESOME AMONGST THE BROKEN TABLE FRAGMENTS!
The crowd immediately starts another chant of “Holy Shit”
, as both Lance Storm and Mike Awesome are down and out on the outside of the ring amongst the broken table.
The two men lay amongst the broken table for several
extended moments, both combatants completely drained from this match. Time drags on, and on, and after almost ten seconds, Lance Storm finally starts to emerge from the rubble, slowly pulling himself up to his feet. Lance finally is able to get himself fully up to his feet, while ‘The Career Killer’ Mike Awesome, who looks like no Career Killer right now, mind you, tries to pull himself up to his feet as well. Storm eventually helps him up the rest of the way, only to pop him in the mouth with a hard right hand, and then a rather weak left forearm strike to the face. Storm grabs Awesome by the wrist, and sends him diagonally along the ringside aisle, and right into the steel ring post, face first! Awesome rests up against the steel, while Lance walks over to the table, and starts prying away at a piece of the table, trying to break free a rather large piece of the table fragment that still remains intact. Lance eventually pries away a piece of the table, and, piece in hand, walks over to Awesome at the ring post. Awesome slowly turns himself around, trying to put up a fight against Storm, only for Lance to whack Awesome across the face with the wood! Awesome starts to fall towards the mats, but Storm quickly drops the table fragment to the mats and catches Awesome… only to kick him in the mid-section, apply a front face lock, and smash Awesome off the table fragment with a DDT!
Storm gets up to his feet, raising his arms into the air in determination and potential victory, drawing cheers from the crowd, a crowd that has seemingly enjoyed this match greatly. Lance then pulls Awesome back up to his feet, again, and connects with a European upper cut to Awesome’s chin, sending him staggering a bit. Storm quickly grabs Awesome by the wrist, and whips him in a diagonal direction again, sending Awesome crashing shoulder first into the steel guard rail in the middle of the next ringside aisle! The whip from the corner to the middle of the next aisle is the aisle that hosts the last table on the outside of the ring, for one’s information. Not that people are reading this, however. Storm walks over to Awesome, and hits a reverse kick into Awesome’s stomach before pulling Awesome away from the guard rail and applying a front face lock. Storm seemingly sets Awesome up for a standard suplex, but then quickly grabs Awesome’s right leg, looking to hit a fisherman suplex onto the flattened table!
Lance tries to lift Awesome up for the fisherman’s, but Awesome quickly uses his free right hand to fire off stinging punches to Storm’s left kidney, hammering away until he can find himself enough room to break free of the face lock, and then knee Storm in the abdomen! Lance keels over, and Awesome scores with another knee, this time to the chin of Lance Storm. Storm doesn’t fall from the knee to the chin, surprisingly, instead staggering forward, still keeled over. The Career Killer tries to quickly capitalize, placing Storm’s head in between his legs and looking for an Awesome Bomb. Awesome quickly lifts Storm up off his feet onto his shoulders, but Lance body alerts him of the dangers of the Awesome Bomb, and Storm finds a second wind, throwing punches at Awesome’s skull repeatedly before hitting a Bionic Elbow to Awesome’s skull. The bionic elbow seems to do the trick, as Storm hops off of Awesome’s shoulders, landing in front of him. Lance Storm hits a quick toe kick to the mid-section, doubling Awesome over, and Storm applies a front face lock, lifts Awesome off his feet… SIT-OUT BRAIN BUSTER ONTO THE TABLE!!
The crowd breaks out into a large chorus of cheers, but no chants of “Holy Shit”
… assholes. Thank God this PPV is in Georgia… now we don’t have to worry about any fucking “EC-Dub”
chants. It’s dead people… and fuck those who write about bringing it back. Oh, yeah…
Lance quickly gets up to his feet after the spot, and rolls Awesome off of the table. Storm then picks up the table, and slides it into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Storm enters the ring right afterwards, and immediately flips the table over so he can open up the legs and keep them stable and supported. Storm gets the table set up accordingly and flips the table over onto its legs, and then leaves the ring. Storm goes back to the outside of the ring to meet Awesome, and hits hit Awesome with a clubbing forearm to his upper back. Storm then steps back a couple steps before starting to lunge at Awesome for a clothesline, but Awesome snaps his upper body back up, spins… and hammers Storm with a ROARING ELBOW! Storm collapses to the mats as Awesome, impersonating his longtime ECW rival, Masato Tanaka, just fucking crushed Storm with the stiff elbow. Mike Awesome quickly gets back up to his feet, grabs Storm and pulls him up to his along the way, and quickly rolls him back into the ring under the bottom rope. Awesome slowly climbs up onto the apron, and waits for Storm to start getting up onto his feet. Once Lance starts to do so, Awesome climbs up the ropes, first the first rope, then second, and finally climbs up onto the third, keeping his balance the whole time… an impressive feat for a 6’6” 300 pound behemoth. Storm staggers all the way up to his feet and slowly turns his attention towards Awesome, and Awesome leaps off the third rope… FLYING LARIAT!!
Awesome freaking stiff the fuck out of Storm, and Lance takes a wicked head bump after the lariat, and the crowd is torn with cheers and boos from the spot. If you can’t realize the logic in that, stop reading. Awesome gets up to his knees, rubs his neck, which has become even more so than before because of the Sit-Out Brain Buster he took onto the table. Nevertheless, Awesome fights on, pulling himself up to his feet, and then pulling Storm up to his as well. Awesome clocks Storm across the face with a hard left punch and a right forearm strike, and then grabs Lance by the wrist and hips him into a table-free corner. Storm goes back first into the corner, but gets no breathing room as Awesome charges at him right away, squashing him with a running avalanche! Storm staggers out of the corner and towards the table set-up in the ring, not the corner, as soon as Awesome steps away from Lance. Storm tries to get air back into his lungs, the avalanche having knocked the wind out of him. Lance starts to turn his face and body back towards Awesome, and The Career Killer charges at Lance right away and… BIG BOOT… misses! Lance ducks a Big Boot attempt by Awesome! Awesome goes over Lance’s body, almost crotches himself on the table, but does not and quickly turns around to face Lance… SUPER KICK! Lance clocks Awesome right in the chin with a Super Kick, and Awesome falls back onto the table! The table doesn’t break, as Awesome just lays directly on it. Lance quickly looks at Awesome laying on the table, and then at the top turnbuckle… and he knows what to do! Lance exits the ring to the apron, and slowly starts to climb up the ring post and up to the top turnbuckle. Lance slowly but surely reaches the top turnbuckle, sets his footing, takes a deep breath & licks his lips, and then leaps… FLYING ELBOW DROP THROUGH THE TABLE… AND ONLY THE TABLE!! AWESOME ROLLS OUT OFF THE TABLE!
Part of the crowd cheers Lance flying through the table, while the vast majority groans and boos as they thought Lance Storm was going to end the match right there and then, but Mike Awesome rolled off the table, and Lance Storm, and only Lance Storm, crashes through the table. Both men are down and out for quite a while, as despite rolling off the table to avoid the Elbow Drop, he is spent. The crowd is on its feet, restless, wanting to see a winner now that these two men have been going at it for over 26 minutes. Lance and Mike both start to slowly crawl to their feet after a ten plus second pause, but once they start pulling themselves up to their feet, they do so quickly. With both men back on their feet, they slowly stagger towards each other, and Mike Awesome strikes first, scoring with a hard right hand to Storm’s temple. Lance responds with a right forearm strike to the jaw, but Awesome retaliates with another hard right. The two men quickly start to get into another stiff
brawl, throwing right hands and forearm strikes, but Awesome sends Storm staggering just as the brawl starts to pick up steam, flexing his right arm and swinging it at Lance, clocking Lance in the face with what one could call a combo of a right hand, forearm strike, and clothesline. Nevertheless, it is effective as hell, and Lance staggers back several steps. Mike Awesome looks to land a big blow, spinning 360 degrees and throwing out his elbow for a second Roaring Elbow, but Lance ducks the Roaring Elbow! Lance ducks and takes several steps under Awesome’s arm… and then clocks Awesome with a second Super Kick!
Mike Awesome drops like a ton of bricks to the canvas, and Lance staggers on his left foot before stumbling to his hands and knees, too exhausted to be able to stay on just one foot. Lance slowly crawls to the ring ropes, and uses the ring ropes to help pull himself up to his feet. Once on his feet, Lance looks at Awesome, and then takes a look at the table still
propped up in the adjacent corner. Lance takes a deep breath, and then exits the ring to the apron. Lance locks his hands on the third rope, and simply waits for Awesome to get up to his feet. Lance starts to throw his right arm up in the air and then back down, trying to get the crowd to make some more noise. They happily oblige, and as their slow claps and cheers start to get louder, Mike Awesome quickly starts pulling himself up to his feet. Awesome gets up all the way to his feet, and as he starts to turn towards Lance’s general direction, Storm jumps from the apron to the third rope, and off, landing on Awesome’s shoulders… swinging hurricanrana~! Lance throws his body down towards the canvas and arcs his body to the right, swinging himself to gather the momentum to flip Awesome over… but Awesome wraps his arms around Lance’s waist! Awesome keeps a hold of Lance, and Lance can’t flip Awesome over! Lance swings from Awesome’s shoulders to the canvas and Awesome lifts Storm, whose ankles and legs are still wrapped around Awesome’s neck, back up onto his shoulders. Awesome quickly runs towards the corner, and out of nowhere… RUNNING AWESOME BOMB THROUGH THE TABLE IN THE CORNER!!
Mike Awesome defeats Lance Storm! Mike Awesome showed an incredible display of strength by lifting Storm back up to his shoulders and pulling out the Running Awesome Bomb out of nowhere! Referee Billy Silverman calls for the bell, and it is official!
Result: Mike Awesome def. Lance Storm at 28:12 to WIN the WCW North American Championship
The crowd is absolutely stunned in silence! They can’t believe that Mike Awesome just pulled out the victory out of nowhere, but it is official. “New World Order” plays throughout the Georgia Dome, and David Penzer announces Awesome as the new North American Champion. Awesome is slow to get to his feet, but eventually does so, and Silverman raises his arm into the air and then hands him the North American Championship Belt. Awesome stands tall in the center of the ring, raising the Title Belt proudly into the air while shouting out “N-W-O”, and hitting his chest with his right forearm and fist. Referee Billy Silverman can be seen check on Storm, who is still in the corner with the table fragments, a broken mess, just like the table. The camera shifts back and forth between the two shots as the commentary fires up again.
Tony Schiavone: I cannot believe it, Professor! This was just a simply phenomenal match, but I can’t believe Mike Awesome is our new WCW North American Champion!
Mike Tenay: It’s a hard pill to swallow, knowing that a nWo wrestler is our North American Champion, but New World Order or not, hats off to Mike Awesome, folks. He and Lance Storm put their bodies, everything, on the line tonight at Starrcade, and they certainly wrestled a classic match! Mike Awesome took a lot of shots tonight, but he found a way to come through in the end. You can’t criticize the character he showed tonight, although I still do not like the end result.
Tony Schiavone: A WCW loyalist losing to an nWo man in the first match between the two sides is not what WCW wants or needs, Professor! This cannot be a sign of things to come!
Mike Tenay: I sure hope it isn’t a sign of things to come, but we are going to find out very soon if it is true or not. Fans, coming up next, is a match I know everyone has been waiting for! It is history in the making, it is ‘The Nature Boy’ Ric Flair versus ‘Big Sexy’ Kevin Nash versus ‘Hollywood’ Hulk Hogan, and one of these men are about to wrestle in their last ever match!
The camera takes one more final shot of Mike Awesome celebrating with his North American Title Belt, as Awesome now has left the ring and is walking up the entrance ramp, the Belt raised into the air by his left hand, while his nWo t-shirt is draped over his right shoulder.
The show then cuts to the back.
The Final Walk? The Only One Who Was Nervous
The production staff cuts to a camera in a backstage corridor. The camera is following ‘Big Sexy’ Kevin Nash, who is slowly walking along the hallway. Nash clearly looks incredibly nervous as he walks along the hallway, approaching the end of the corridor. At the end of the hall, is a sign that reads, “Entrance Chute” and has an arrow pointing to the left under the text. Nash walks up to the sign, and slowly runs his right hand along the sign before running that same right hand through his hair. Nash stops walking, and takes a deep breath, the nerves of this match getting to him.
The show then cuts away from Nash and back to the interview area.
La Lucha de la Filthy Animals- Part Dos
Standing backstage in the interview area is of course, ‘Mean’ Gene Okerlund. This time around, he is joined by a group of people, with that group being the reunited Filthy Animals. Billy Kidman, Chavo Guerrero, Konnan, and Rey Misterio all crowd around Gene, the four men looking happy as can be.
Gene Okerlund: Welcome back, fans! At this time, I am glad to be standing by the newly formed and reunited, Filthy Animals! Boys, how does it feel to be back together after all these months?
Konnan: Yo, yo, yo, lemme speak on ‘dis first, boys! Mean Gene-O, I can’t say enough how happy I am that muh boy, Rey-Rey Junio’, is back with homies, his familia. And Chavito, the Guerrero family always been down with K-Dawg, so homie, I’m down wit’ you! Welcome to the Filthy Animals, and welcome to la familia!
Konnan opens up his arms, and embraces Chavo and Misterio in a hug. Kidman, however, doesn’t join said hug, although he smiles at everyone getting along. The embrace is released, and Misterio steps to the center of attention so he can talk.
Rey Misterio: You know, Gene, there’s a lot of stuff I have to apologize for though. I’m glad that Billy and I were able to find that respect we’ve always had for each other deep down in our hearts during our match tonight, but I was still a fool. I shouldn’t have turned on my brothers in the first place, and there has been damages that a simple reunion can’t repair.
Billy pats Rey on the upper arm, letting him know it’s okay.
Billy Kidman: Rey, man, it’s over and done with. I know that you messed up with some of the stuff you did, but the worst of it, it’s fixed. Tygress… she’s going to be okay, bro. She’s fine. Yeah, everything that went down, there’s still a wedge between us. Maybe there always will be, I don’t know. I do know, that things have changed, and nothing will ever be the same, but that isn’t always bad. Hell, things can be better than they were before! All that matters is that the Filthy Animals are back, and we can rise from our ashes and start anew.
Kidman slaps Rey on the upper arm again, and the two smile at one another. Chavito then steps into the center of attention, so he can cap the promo off.
Chavo Guerrero: Gene Okerlund, what the fans need to know, is that the Filthy Animals are back together again, as one unit. And when the Filthy Animals ride together as one, you can guarantee success!
Konnan wraps his arm around Chavo’s shoulders and shouts his agreement, and the Filthy Animals all walk off, ready to celebrate their reunion.
Gene Okerlund: Well, it looks like it is safe to say that the Filthy Animals are back as one, and that Billy Kidman and Rey Misterio have re-found their respect for one another. The road to friendship and rebuilding the Animals is underway! But now, back to you guys at the booth!
The cameras cut back to the commentator’s booth, and there is the dream team, Tenay and numb nuts.
Tony Schiavone: Thank you, Gene, and Professor, it certainly is great to see the Filthy Animals reunited once again.
Mike Tenay: Most definitely, Tony. It was so great to watch Billy Kidman and Rey Misterio’s match tonight, and see the respect they kept beating into each other. They gave that match everything they had, and they really impressed one another with how each man risked life and limb to showcase their talents. Truly a great moment in WCW.
Tony Schiavone: However, coming up next will certainly not be a great moment by its end. In a matter of moments, we will be learning the fate of Hulk Hogan, Kevin Nash, and Ric Flair. One man will be walking away with a guaranteed WCW World Heavyweight Title match, a second will walk away with no Title but a career intact, and the third man, will walk away with nothing. The loser is forced to retire!
Mike Tenay: And simply put, no matter who it is that has to retire, it just isn’t something you want to see. Hulk Hogan, Kevin Nash, and Ric Flair are all legends of this industry, so to see either of them about to wrestle their last match is simply tragic.
Tony Schiavone: However, one man is going to have to retire, Professor, so let’s just hope that it isn’t The Nature Boy!
The crowd knows which match is up next, and they are already buzzing despite the fact that no entrance theme has even hit yet. However, the loud “HOOOOOWWWLLL” blares throughout the Georgia Dome, and the crowd immediately erupts into a chorus of boos and cheers as ‘Big Sexy’ Kevin Nash walks out from the entrance chute and onto the stage. The anxiety and nervousness so clear in Kevin Nash’s face moments prior is no longer visible, as he looks completely and totally focused now. Nash looks around the Georgia Dome from the stage, and then slowly marches down the ramp, taking his time throughout his entrance like you can always expect from Nash. Nash finally gets down to the ring, and proceeds to slowly walk up the ring steps to the apron, where he climbs over the top rope and into the ring. Once in the ring, Nash walks into the center of the ring and thrashes his right arm into the air, his hand flashing the Wolfpack symbol. The crowd continues to give Nash a mixed reaction, but he doesn’t seem to pay them any attention as he walks off into a corner of the ring and leans back against the corner.
The crowd erupts into a vast majority of boos (although cheers are still clearly audible) as the New World Order theme plays throughout the Dome. The theme plays for quite a while as the television screen for the fans at home gets that dark tint to it. Finally, ‘Hollywood’ Hulk Hogan struts out from the back, sporting his black Hollywood tights, his Hollywood weight lifting belt, black boots, a black nWo t-shirt, the black bandana, and of course, the black and white feather boas. Hogan looks cocky as ever as he marches onto the entrance stage, and the nWo theme is quickly replaced with the guitar rift from “Voodoo Child”. Hogan bobs his head to the tune, and starts to play the air guitar to the electric guitar playing of Jimi Hendricks. Hogan takes his time as he glides down the entrance ramp and to the ring, the crowd continuing to give him an enormous reaction, although the majority is still boos. No one can garner a reaction like Hulk Hogan, not even the next entrant. Hogan slowly walks along the padded mats to the ring steps, and then climbs up the steps and onto the apron. Hogan then slowly enters the ring, and plays the air guitar even more once he walks to the center of the ring. Hogan then starts to removes his boas, bandana, and weight belt, handing them off to referee Charles Robinson, who then in turn, gives all of Hogan’s accessories to a stagehand at ringside. Hogan then starts to pose for the crowd, flexing like only Hogan can.
Hogan’s time in the spotlight is quickly cut off as “Also Sprach Zarathustra” hits, sending the crowd to their feet in cheers as ‘The Nature Boy’ Ric Flair glides out onto the entrance stage. The crowd cheers Flair like no other, and while Hogan got the biggest reaction overall, Flair has gotten, gets, and will get, the most cheers of the night from the crowd. Ric Flair, sporting that fashionable blue and white robe, struts down the entrance ramp like only the Nature Boy can, WOO-ing for the crowd intermittently as he does so. Flair’s entrance takes the shortest of the three, although it is still pretty damn lengthy. Flair walks down to the bottom of the ramp and turns to his right, where Mike Tenay and Tony Schiavone give Flair a round of applause from the commentators booth. Flair gives them a loud “WOO” in return, and then walks along the mats to the steps and walks up them. Flair then enters the ring and struts into the center of the ring, his arms raised in front of him as he does several slow spins for the crowd, soaking in their reaction. Flair then starts to do his signature strut from the center of the ring to the ropes, giving the crowd even more of a reason to cheer for him. Flair then removes his robe, and hands it to a stagehand right next to the ropes. Flair then casually walks into a corner of the ring, and Charles Robinson stands in between the three men. The crowd’s cheers dissipate, and is replaced with a low buzz of excitement from their collective voices. Finally, Charles Robinson, in one dramatic motion, calls for the bell, and this match is under way! One of these men are about to wrestle for the last time.
Hulk Hogan vs. Kevin Nash vs. Ric Flair
Loser Retires; Winner Gets Guaranteed WCW World Heavyweight Title Shot
Ric Flair, Hulk Hogan, and Kevin Nash all stare one another down, an eye focusing on a wrestler. Some people go cross-eyed trying to do that, but these three men are trained professionals, folks. The crowd is on its feet already, cheering incredibly loud, knowing all too well the importance of this match. The three veterans (and legends) simply stand in place, soaking in this environment, remembering the experience that for one man, is his last match in World Championship Wrestling. The three simply continue to stare one another down, letting time pass as the crowd continues to cheer on. Let it be known that only
highly-talented men like these three could engage in a grueling stare down as awesome as this one is, with the crowd actually enjoying it. However, all stare contests must come to an end, and this one is no different, as Ric Flair breaks the tranquility by lunging at Hulk Hogan. Flair tries to lock up with Hogan, but Hogan sees it coming and is able to exit the ring before Flair can get there. Hogan has quick instincts, and of course, Flair lunged in incredibly slowly, so as to give Hogan the ample time needed to exit the ring. Hogan smirks on the outside of the ring, tapping his pointer finger to the side of his cranium, letting Flair knows he has smarts while Ric, does not. Ric jaws with Hogan, trying to get him back into the ring, but their heated conversation is quickly cut off… by a Kevin Nash forearm to the back of Flair’s head!
Ric Flair staggers into the ropes, and Kevin Nash winds back and hits Flair with another hard forearm to the back of Flair’s head. Nash then grabs Flair by the head, yanking Flair’s upper body down so he is bent over, and Nash hits a big overhead forearm strike to the upper back of Flair! IT’S CLUBBERIN’ TIME~! Nash winds up and hits Flair across the upper back with hard over forearms four more times, with Flair snapping his back to an upright position after the fourth shot, only to stagger about the ring and “Flair Flop”
to the canvas. They’re going all out tonight, folks! Nash pays no attention to Hogan as Flair takes a dive to the canvas, instead keeping his eyes fixated on Flair. Nash puts a few lazy boots to Flair’s sternum and abdomen, only to pick up him back up to his feet, by the hair, moments later. Nash shoves Flair once on his feet, sending Flair staggering back a foot or two, and giving Big Sexy the room he wants to hit Flair across the face with a hard right hand. Nash then takes a step in to close the distance, and whacks Flair across the face with a straight right hand and then a swift left jab to the chin, sending the Nature Boy staggering even more. Nash winds up and scores with a big upper cut to Flair’s jaw, sending Naitch stagger all the way back into the ropes. Nash gives pursuit, and eventually whips Flair across the ring to the opposite set of ropes. Nash walks out from the ropes as Flair bounces off the opposite set and comes charging back… and KEVIN NASH GOES FOR THE BIG BOOT… but Ric Flair catches his leg!
Flair quickly swings Nash’s leg away from him, and lights him up with a knife edge chop! Nash isn’t really affected, so Flair does the sensible thing, and hits another knife edge! Flair starts going to town, hitting stiff knife edge after knife edge, reddening the area of Nash’s chest that’s visible. Flair continues to light Nash up, and it’s… CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! CHOP… AND CHOP~! Adding to those seven, Flair hits a total of 15 stiff knife edge chops
to Nash’s chest before Kevin Nash staggers around on his feet, only to drop onto his back! Flair takes several steps away from Nash, only to jog in, leap off his feet, and connect with a knee drop to Nash’s forehead! The crowd cheers, a pleasant change to the constant “Woo”
chant that had been going on throughout Flair’s chopping spree. Ric Flair starts to get up to his feet, only to get blindsided by a
jogging forearm to the back of his head by Hulk Hogan!
The crowd boos as Hogan stands tall over the two men, smirking as he flexes his arms to the right. Hogan then flexes his arms/muscles to his left before grabbing Naitch by his hair and yanking him up to his feet. Hogan whacks Flair in the face with a big right hand, sending Naitch staggering back a step. Hogan connects with a second right hand, and then a third before landing a toe kick to Flair’s abdomen, doubling him over. Hogan then grabs the bent over Flair by his head and neck, holding him in place before hitting Flair across the back with a hard overhead forearm strike! Flair drops chest first to the canvas, and Hogan smirks at the fallen Flair. The Hulkster looks prepared to further his attack to Flair, but an ominous shadow captures Hogan’s attention. Hollywood raises his gaze, and spies with his two beady eyes, Kevin Nash! Nash stares down Hogan, a smirk in his eyes as he wants a lock up. The two step away from Flair, and Nash raises his right arm into the air, wiggling his fingers. Nash lowers his left arm, and Hogan locks his fingers with Nash’s…. MERCY~! The crowd starts marking out, just like all of you are right now, for the test of strength as the two men shove their chest into each others, trying to gain leverage to bend the other mans wrists backwards, as well as their chest. The two throw all their strength into the test of strength, trying everything they can to bend the others wrists back. Hulk Hogan starts to get the upper hand, using the 24-inch pythons (OF DOOM~!) to give him the strength to start to bend Nash’s wrists backwards. Nash’s back arches backwards and he drops to his right knee, feeling his wrists bending in awkward angles. Nash howls out in pain, but starts to fight back, bending his wrists back to an even angle. Nash then pulls himself up off his knee to his feet, evening the tides up before throwing all of his strength into the grapple, snapping Hogan’s wrists pain. The Hulkster shrieks in pain as he drops to one knee, and then a second, continuing to wail in pain. Finally, Hulk yells out “Mercy, brother, fuckin’ Mercy”
Nash breaks the grip on Hogan, and laughs and smirks while Hogan touches his wrists in agonizing pain. Nash massages his wrists quick before charging at Hogan, looking to hit the kneeling Hogan with a Big Boot, but Ric Flair side-swipes Nash with a chop block to his left knee! Nash takes a nasty fall onto his ass and then his back, and Naitch follows up with a beautiful leaping knee drop to his forehead! Ric pulls himself up to his feet, and Hogan, back on his feet, tries to blindside Flair. Hogan grabs Flair by his shoulder and sends him turning around and tries to clock him with a right hand, but Flair blocks it! Flair retaliates with a big right hand, and then a hard left jab! Hogan staggers back, and Flair hits a big knife edge chop! Flair strikes Hogan across the chest with two more hard knife edge chops, sending Hogan staggering back across the ring. Flair hits another hard knife edge chop before hitting the hardest knife edge yet, the impact sending Hogan staggering back into the corner, Ric Flair yelling out “WOO”
all the while.
Now that he has Hogan in the corner, Flair doesn’t stop the chop attack, lighting Hogan up further with stiff knife edge chops, continuing to turn Hogan from an orange-skinned goblin to a red-skinned goblin. Flair continues to yell out “WOO”
as he lights up Hogan, chopping The Hulkster another ten times in the corner, the crowd giving out a “Woo”
with each one. However, the chops come to an abrupt end when ‘Big Sexy’ Kevin Nash intervenes. Nash gets up to his feet, and seeing Flair with his back turned to Nash, Nash charges into the corner. However, the big man’s body makes too much noise as his feet slam off the canvas, and Slick Ric is able to roll along the ropes to safety as Nash charges in… and Nash squashes Hogan with an avalanche! Flair quickly runs off the ropes opposite Nash, who staggers out of the corner as Hogan drops to the canvas. As the staggering Nash positions his body so it’s facing Flair, Naitch leaps off his feet and drills Nash in that same left knee he took out earlier! Flair quickly grabs Kevin Nash by his left ankle, and drags him towards the center of the ring, getting him away from the ropes. Ric Flair lifts Nash’s left leg into the air, wraps around the leg with the spinning toe hold, crosses it over Nash’s right leg, and slams the back of his knee cap around Nash’s left ankle… the Figure 4 Leg Lock is applied!
The crowd starts cheering like crazy as Kevin Nash howls in pain as his knee gets ripped to shreds, while also thrashing his torso about, trying to reverse the figure four some way, some how. Nash continues to fight, but soon collapses back onto the canvas, his shoulders flat on the canvas. Charles Robinson quickly makes the count…
THR- SHOULDER UP!
Nash sits up, getting his shoulders off the canvas, but his face still agonizes in pain. Nash continues to try and fight the Figure Four, but Ric lifts himself off the canvas, using his arms to support himself while also adding more torque to the FFLL, adding to Nash’s pain to his already weakened knee. Nash continues to writhe in pain, his left hand running over his face, pulling at his hair, while his right fingers wiggle about, ready to tap. Nash throws his back down to the canvas, and lifts his arm up into the air to tap… LEG DROP OF DOOM~! TO FLAIR!!
‘Hollywood’ Hulk Hogan breaks up the Figure Four Leg Lock with the vicious Leg Drop… OF DOOM~! to ‘The Nature Boy’ Ric Flair! Flair and Nash’s legs untangle with one another, and Flair remains motionless, while Nash slowly rolls away from the carnage, holding his left knee in pain. Hulk Hogan isn’t taunting his big move though, as he quickly covers Flair with a lateral press, and Charles Robinson is right there for the count…
THRE- KICK OUT!
The crowd breaks out into huge
cheers as Ric Flair gets the shoulder up just before the 3 count, and while Hogan can’t believe Flair kicks out, he quickly regains his cool as he gets up to his feet, smirking and flexing his arms, shouting out that, “He’s going to finish Flair off for good soon”
. Hogan struts around the ring, walking from edge of the rope to edge of the rope, cupping his ear to get a response from the crowd, getting a heavy barrage of boos with each of the three times he cups his ear to a respective section of the crowd. After cupping his ear to the third rope, Hogan turns on his heel, expecting to see both Nash and Flair still down, although the former is staggering up to his feet, surprising Hogan. Big Sexy hobbles up to his two feet, favoring his left leg however. Hogan struts over to Nash, and decks him with a heavy right hand to the temple, sending Nash staggering backwards. Hogan pursues, and knocks Nash across the head again with a big right. Nash staggers back a second time, and Hogan winds up his right wrist before clocking Nash with a right hand across the jaw! The third right hand knocks Nash the rest of the way into the ropes, and Hulk walks over to Nash.
Hulk hits Nash with a weak right forearm to the face, and grabs Nash by the wrist, whipping him out form the ropes and across the ring. Nash bounces off the opposite set of ropes and Hogan takes several steps out of the ropes, looking to hit the Big Boot. Hulk Hogan starts to lift his leg for (a definitely haggard) Big Boot, but before Hulk can do so, Kevin Nash quickly raises his right leg into the air and crushes Hogan with the Big Boot!
Hulk Hogan drops to the canvas, while Kevin Nash staggers and falls to his knees, still feeling the effects of the Figure Four from earlier. However, Big Sexy pulls himself up to his feet, and raises his right arm high into the air, his hand and fingers forming the Wolfpack symbol. The crowd is split with cheers and jeers from the taunt, but Nash doesn’t respond to the crowd’s reaction, instead walking over to ‘The Nature Boy’ Ric Flair. Naitch is currently trying to pull himself up to his feet, and Nash bends over and yanks Flair up the rest of the way to his feet. Nash settles Flair’s head in between his legs, and throws up the Wolfpack taunt again. Kevin Nash lifts Ric Flair up off his feet, lifting him up onto his shoulders for the Jack Knife Power Bomb… but Ric Flair rakes his right hand of Nash’s eyes! Nash drops Flair, Ric lands on his feet as Nash staggers, and Flair rolls Nash up with a small package!
Referee Charles Robinson dives
THREE- NO! KICK OUT BY NASH~!
The crowd groans, thinking that Ric Flair just had Kevin Nash retired, but Nash clearly kicked out milliseconds before the three. Flair rolls off of Nash, running his hands through his hair and over his face before slowly sitting up. Ric Flair slowly starts to get up to his feet, Kevin Nash crawls to the ropes to use them for leverage so he can pull himself up to his feet, and Hulk Hogan starts getting up to his feet as well. The three legends continue their journey, until all of them get up to their feet. Each legend had been looking beaten up and exhausted, but as soon as they get to their respective feet and first look around the Georgia Dome before looking around at the standing crowd, and then at the other two legends standing in the ring. Hogan, Nash, and Flair all form a triangle with their positioning, reverting back to their 3-way stare down. The three legends continue their stare down, waiting for one of them to make the first move. Naitch makes the first move, snapping Nash in the face with a left jab! Nash staggers back just a foot, and retaliates by whacking Hogan in the face with a hard right. Hogan staggers back, and hits Flair with a right hand, but Nash drills Hogan with another hard right simultaneously! Hogan staggers back, but Flair pretty much no-sells Hogan’s punch, walks up to Hollywood, and lights him up with a knife edge chop!
Kevin Nash and Ric Flair start working together, the both of them hitting Hogan with hard and heavy right hands, sending him staggering across the ring. Nash then arches back before throwing his entire weight into a nasty forearm strike, clocking Hogan right in the nose. Hogan starts to lose his balance, and staggers all the way into the ropes, the ropes keeping him from falling to the outside of the ring. Flair walks over to Hogan, and connects with another stiff knife edge chop, continuing to redden Hogan’s already red chest. Big Sexy hobbles over to the two, and Nash grabs Hogan’s right arm while Flair his left. The two send Hogan out of the ropes, whipping him across the ring and into the other set of ropes. Hogan hits the ropes and comes charging back at the two, and Nash and Flair drop Hogan with a double clothesline! AND HOGAN GETS RIGHT BACK UP! The crowd is split with cheers and boos (with the latter taking the majority) as Hogan gets right back up to his feet, and wags his finger at Nash and Flair before yelling out “You!”[/I] He’s Hulking Up~!
Hogan glares at Flair and Nash, the super-human look in his eye. Ric Flair strikes Hogan with a left jab, but the Hulkster isn’t phased! Hulk stares down Flair, and Nash quickly tries to throw a right hand, but Hulk turns and blocks it with his left arm! Hulkster then decks Nash with a right hand sending him staggering, and Flair quickly strikes Hogan with a knife edge chop! Hogan no-sells it again and decks Flair with a right hand! Flair staggers back as Nash lunges in, and Hogan decks Nash with a big
right hand, and Nash teeters on his feet from the impact before crashing to the canvas! Flair staggers back towards Flair as Nash hits the canvas, and Hogan grabs a hold of Ric and lifts him off his feet… BIG SCOOP SLAM!! Flair goes down to the canvas, and Hulk starts feeling ‘it’, flexing his arms in front of his torso as Big Sexy staggers up to his feet. Hogan grabs Nash by the wrist and whips him into ropes. Nash rebounds off the ropes and comes back at Hogan… AND HOGAN SCORES WITH THE BIG BOOT TO NASH!
Kevin Nash drops to the canvas like a ton of bricks, and the majority of the crowd boos Hogan like crazy, although a modest proportion cheer Hulk. Hogan starts taunting like crazy, flexing his arms in front of his body, over his shoulders, and from side to side, reveling in his own dominance. Hogan then starts storming around the ring, marching from side to side, cupping his ear to the crowd each moment possible. Hogan clearly gets too caught up in taunting and posing, as while he does so, Ric Flair crawls on his hands and knees over to Nash. Flair then pulls himself up to his feet, grabs a hold of Nash’s left leg, goes through the motions… AND LOCKS NASH IN THE FIGURE FOUR!! Kevin Nash starts howling in pain, already having his knee torn apart from the Figure 4 earlier tonight. Nash yanks at his hair, trying to keep his hands active so they don’t tap out. Nash starts to slam his hand down to the canvas, NASH IS TAPPING OU- LEG DROP OF DOOM TO NASH!! Hogan hits the Leg Drop to Nash before he can tap out, and Hogan keeps his leg on Nash’s throat, Nash’s shoulders pinned to the mat! Robinson slides into position for the count… THIS IS A DOUBLE COVER! FLAIR AND HOGAN ARE BOTH ABOUT TO WIN…
NO! NASH KICKS OUT BEFORE THREE!
(If you think I’d go with that shitty double finish idea, go fuck yourself. Only NB would book shit like that...)
Charles Robinson shows Flair and Hogan how close they were to the 3 count, and Hogan quickly gets off of Nash while in the confusion of the chaotic situation at hand, Kevin Nash is able to drag himself close enough to the ropes to the point where he can stretch out his left arm and grab the bottom rope, forcing Flair to break the Figure Four!
Naitch quickly releases the Figure 4, and pulls himself up to his feet as Hogan does the same. Kevin Nash, however, stays on the canvas, clutching his knee in pain, the pain seemingly too much for him right now. Flair and Hogan get to their feet, and immediately lock eyes with each other. The stare down between them is filled with complete and total hatred, each man just waiting for the other to strike. The electricity surrounding this moment could light up the NYC sky line, and the crowd cannot help but cheer as loud as they can, being sucked into the moment as two of the greatest wrestlers ever
stand tall in the center of the ring at Starrcade, despite going through a hellacious match so far. Finally, after over ten seconds of just standing in the center of the ring, looking into the eyes of their rival, the two men step up towards one another, a mere foot apart. Flair continues to glare at Hogan, and after a quick moment, Hogan smirks, and slaps Flair in the face!
Flair staggers back, holding his palm to his cheek as the crowd boos Hogan. However, Flair removes his hand from his face, and uses said hand to hit a stinging knife edge chop to Hogan! Hogan retaliates with a hard right hand, but Flair hits a knife edge chop right back, yelling out “WOO”
on impact. Hogan rubs his reddened chest with his left hand, while decking Flair in the temple with his right hand! Hogan then quickly hits a second right hand before grabbing Flair by the hair with his left hand and hitting a monstrous right hand to his head! Flair staggers back, but recovers quickly and sends Hogan staggering back with a hard knife edge chop! Flair yells out another “WOO”
before hitting Hogan with a series of knife edge chops, working Hogan over, he and the crowd yelling out “WOO”
with each respective chop. Flair finally stops his chop attack, instead kicking Hogan in the gut, doubling him over. Flair locks Hogan in a front face lock, and sets Hogan up for a vertical suplex. Flair tries to lift Hogan up for the suplex, but the Hulkster blocks it! Flair tries again, but before he can lift Hogan up, Hollywood lands a knee to Flair’s mid-section! Flair breaks his grip on Hogan, staggering so his back is facing Hogan… and Hogan hits the dreaded… BACK RAKE~!
Hogan rakes his fingers across Flair’s back, sending Ric staggering forward several feet before turning 90 degrees… and right into a BIG BOOT from Kevin Nash! Ric Flair drops to the canvas, and Hogan jogs up to the fallen Flair… LEG DROP… OF DOOM~! Ric Flair is down and out! Hulk Hogan goes to make a cover, but Nash kicks him hard in the mid-section! Nash rams Hogan’s head in between his legs, and lifts him up into the air… JACK KNIFE POWER BOMB TO HOGAN!!! Ric Flair is down and out! Hulk Hogan just took the Jack Knife! Only Kevin Nash, hobbling and wounded, remains standing! Kevin Nash drops to his knees and pins Hulk Hogan, and Charles Robinson slides into position for the count…
CHARLES ROBINSON IS PULLED OUT OF THE RING…
…BY SCOTT HALL~!
The crowd can’t believe it! ‘The Bad Guy’ Scott Hall ran down the entrance ramp during the Power Bomb, and he just pulled Charles Robinson out of the ring! Robinson inquires as to why Hall is at ringside, and Hall decks Robinson with a hard right! Scott Hall had just screwed over Kevin Nash!
Kevin Nash gets off of Hogan, and looks at Hall, confused as hell. Scott Hall stands on the outside, looking at Nash with a smirk on his face, simply laughing his ass off at Nash’s confusion. The camera catches Hall holding something in his left hand, but it can’t seen what it is yet. Nash slowly pulls himself up to his feet, and the confusion on his face quickly turns into rage! Nash wants him some of Scott Hall! Nash hobbles over to the ropes as fast as he can, wanting to get to the outside of the ring so he can fight Hall. Nash gets to the ropes, and Hall backs off, ready for Nash to get to the outside so Hall can jump him… but FLAIR LOW BLOWS NASH FROM BEHIND! Flair is completely and totally oblivious to Hall’s presence on the outside, only seeing no referee in the ring, and Nash’s back turned to the ring. Flair takes advantage of the opportunity at hand, and Nash stumbles through the second and third ropes, taking a nasty fall to the outside!
Hall side-steps out of the falling Nash’s way, laughing his ass off as Nash lands on his side on the protective mats. Nash grabs at his left knee in pain, but still tries to crawl at Hall. Scott Hall bends down so he is closer to Nash’s face, and waves the object in his left hand in front of Nash’s face… it’s a TAZER! Scott Hall then stands back up, and turns his attention to the ring, where Ric Flair is walking over to Hogan. Flair starts to lift Hogan up to his feet… and HALL JABS RIC FLAIR IN THE BACK WITH THE TAZER!! Scott Hall jabbed the tazer through the ropes, and prodded Flair with the tazer, AND FLAIR CONVULSES TO THE CANVAS!
The crowd could tolerate Hall prodding Nash, but not Flair, and the crowd starts booking like crazy! Hall quickly slides the tazer in the ring, picks up referee Charles Robinson, and rolls his ‘knocked out’ body into the ring as well. Hall then enters the ring, picks up the tazer, and pulls Hogan up to his feet… he’s going to finish off the last man in the match! SCOTT HALL IS IN THIS FOR HIMSELF! Scott Hall takes a lunge at Hogan, and drops the tazer! HALL EMBRACES HOGAN!!
Scott Hall and Hulk Hogan share a quick hug, and Hall then does the clique pointing taunt to Hogan, and then to the fallen Ric Flair. Hogan laughs, and Scott Hall rolls Ric Flair over from his stomach to his back. As Scott Hall writes “N-W-O” in the air with his finger, Hulk Hogan jogs off the ropes before coming back at the fallen Flair… HOLLYWOOD LEG DROP… OF DOOM~! TO RIC FLAIR!!
The crowd cannot believe it! Scott Hall has turned on Kevin Nash, screwed Ric Flair, and sided with Hulk Hogan! The crowd is on its feet, booing like fucking crazy. They’re seemingly about to riot! And to add on to it all, Hogan hit the Leg Drop to Flair! Scott Hall quickly kicks the tazer out of the ring before quickly shaking Charles Robinson, reviving him. As Charles Robinson comes around, Scott Hall exits the ring, and Hulk Hogan makes a pin on Flair. Robinson slowly crawls over to the pin, while Kevin Nash slowly pulls himself up onto his feet on the outside…
…Kevin Nash starts pulling himself through the first and second rope and into the ring…
…Kevin Nash tries to get up to his feet and dive at Hogan to break the count…
...Nash staggers and falls, his knee giving out on him…
…It’s up to Ric Flair to kick out to save his career…
HULK HOGAN HAS JUST RETIRED RIC FLAIR!
Result: Hulk Hogan def. Ric Flair and Kevin Nash at 18:22; Hulk Hogan gets a guaranteed WCW World Heavyweight Championship, & Ric Flair must retire from WCW
The crowd continues to boo like crazy, and on their feet and jeering their disgust with the matches finish. Pretty much every fan close enough to the ringside area starts throwing their trash at the ring, trying to litter Hulk Hogan inside the ring, and Scott Hall on the outside, with their empty cups, food trays, and anything they have on them. Good thing WCW wasn’t selling glass bottles tonight! Inside the ring, Kevin Nash, on his hands and stomach, looks on as Hulk Hogan slowly rolls out of the ring, and embraces with Scott Hall. The Bad Guy laughs hysterically as the crowd continues to boo like crazy. Hall air writes “N-W-O” several times, as Hogan and Hall back up the entrance ramp to the stage, Hall supporting the heavily beaten and wounded Hogan. Charles Robinson helps Kevin Nash up to his feet, but Nash shoves Robinson to the canvas and pulls himself up to his feet by himself. Nash marches over to the ropes, and stares down Hall and Hogan, his face fuming, entire body shaking with rage. Hall notices Nash on his feet, the big man looking more pissed off then Hall has ever seen him before. Hall taps Hogan on the shoulder, and head nods at Nash, noting his anger. Nash quickly climbs over the top rope to the apron, and gingerly hops down to the protective mats. Nash points at Hogan and Hall on the stage, and then runs his thumb along his throat, before pointing back at the two again. Hall and Hogan look at Nash in fear, and Kevin Nash starts hobbling up the entrance ramp towards Hulk Hogan and Scott Hall! Hogan and Hall quickly flee through the entrance chute to the backstage area, Kevin Nash in hot pursuit.
The crowd had taken a break from their boos to cheer Kevin Nash’s attempt to go after ‘Hollywood’ Hulk Hogan and the newest nWo member, Scott Hall, but once all three disappear from ringside, the focus goes back to the center of the ring, where ‘The Nature Boy’ Ric Flair starts to recover from the match. Flair pulls himself up to his knees, and looks around the Georgia Dome, tears forming in his eyes. Ric lowers his head in disappointment, his career over, before slowly pulling himself up to his feet. The crowd quits any booing or cheering, and instead start to chant “Thank You, Flair”, over and over again. Flair can’t fight back the tears any longer, and starts to openly weep in the ring. Flair mouths “thank you” to the crowd, nodding his head a few times, as the tears continue to flow from his eyes. Charles Robinson walks over to Flair, and hands Naitch his blue robe, looking incredibly sad as well. Flair takes the robe from Robinson, and embraces the referee, the man many titled ‘Little Naitch’ ever since 1999 because of their resemblance with one another. The two men share a huge for several moments, the crowd still chanting, “Thank You, Flair”.
Ric paces around the ring, tears still running down his face. Flair applauds the three main sections of the crowd as they continue their chant, many men, women, and children bowing down to Flair. Flair can’t help but smile as they do so, although it only makes the tears flow from his eyes faster than before. Flair continues to soak in the crowd’s chants and actions, nodding his head and applauding more at them. However, this can only go on for so long, and hence why after five minutes of this, Ric finally turns on his heel, and looks at the entrance stage. Flair lowers his head as he walks to the ropes, and exits them for the last time. As Flair walks down the ring steps to the protective mats and gets to the ring bottom of the entrance ramp, he first looks to his left, where the commentators table is. Tony Schiavone and Mike Tenay quickly get up off their butts, and start to give Flair a round of applause. Tenay looks incredibly solemn, while Schiavone is fighting back tears. Ric walks over to them, and shakes Tenay’s hand before turning to Schiavone. The two men embrace with a hug, and Schiavone starts to weep as well, getting caught up in the moment. Flair releases the embrace, and gives the two men a final, sad nod before walking back to the center of the ramp, his head lowered in disappointment. However, when Flair then looks up at the entrance stage, he spots a horde of men, ready to greet him.
‘The Enforcer’ Arn Anderson, ‘The New Enforcer’ Cal Anderson, Lance Storm, ‘The Living Legend’ Larry Zbyszko, Chuck Palumbo and Sean O’Haire, Hugh Morris, Billy Kidman, Konnan, Rey Misterio Jr., ‘The Ragin’ Cajun’ Lash Leroux, Alex Wright, Disco Inferno, ‘Mean’ Gene Okerlund, Dave ‘Fit’ Finlay, Johnny ‘Ace’ Laurinitis, Mike Rotunda, Billy Silverman, Scott Dickerson, Mark ‘Slick’ Johnson, Nick Patrick, and senior official Randy ‘Pee-Wee’ Johnson all walk out onto the entrance stage, Arn, Cal, and Lance in front of everyone else. Ric sadly smiles at everyone on the stage as he walks up the entrance ramp and to the stage. As Flair reaches the horde of WCW wrestlers, referees, and staff, Arn takes a step in front of the pack, and the two longtime best friends embrace, hugging each other tightly. The two release their embrace after several extended moments, and the horde of men at the ring all shake Ric’s hand, some of them hugging him as well. After all of the hand shakes and embraces are done, Ric looks over his shoulder, giving one final look at the squared circle. Ric nods his head at the ring, the tears drying from his eyes, before turning his head back towards the entrance chute. Arn clasps his arm over Ric’s shoulder, and the two men, and the horde of men, walk to the back… Ric Flair just walked to the back for the final time in his career.
Tony Schiavone: I… I… I can’t believe it. Ric Flair is, he just… this isn’t right, Professor. Ric Flair can’t be…
Mike Tenay: Tony, I am in shock just like you. It’s just… not something that we really thought would happen. I mean, I knew Ric Flair could be retired if he loss tonight, but I don’t think I ever truly thought Ric would be retired…
Tony Schiavone: …and now World Championship Wrestling has lost its biggest star ever, and the heart and soul of this company.
Mike Tenay: This just can’t be happening… it’s just not possible...
Tony Schiavone and Mike Tenay share uncomfortable looks, words failing to come to them because of the sheer shock level from Ric Flair’s abrupt and cheap retirement.
The cameras then scroll the crowd, catching the faces of many children, all of whom are crying as well for Flair’s loss and subsequent retirement. Hell, even some of the adults are crying. It’s truly a sad and somber moment in World Championship Wrestling, but the show must go on, as always. And that it does, as the show cuts to the backstage interview area.
Shattering The Glass Ceiling
In the interview area, stands ‘Big Poppa Pump’ Scott Steiner and Midajah. However, ‘Mean’ Gene Okerlund is nowhere to be found. Steiner and Midajah both looked greatly annoyed, but after several moments, Okerlund walks into the shot, his eyes red from crying. Steiner rolls his eyes at Okerlund’s appearance.
Gene Okerlund: So-Sorry for the wait. At this time, I’d like to welcome ‘Big Poppa Pump’ Scott Steiner and Midajah to the interview area. Sco-
Steiner speaks over Okerlund, cutting him off.
Scott Steiner: Oh, Gene Okerlund, quit your crying! You’re acting like a little sissy bitch, and I don’t want to see you whimpering like a little pussy during my interview! This is my time to talk, and since you’re still sobbing about your retired boyfriend, I’ll take this one myself!
Okerlund gives Steiner an angry glare, clearly unhappy with his blatant disrespect to Ric Flair and his retirement. However, Okerlund walks out of the shot, leaving just Steiner and Midajah on screen. Midajah holds the microphone for Big Poppa Pump.
Scott Steiner: Now that I can finally conduct my interview, I just want to say that tonight is the night that I can finally get my revenge on Sting! That son of a bitch cost me my shot at the WCW World Heavyweight Championship when he gave me that power bomb off the top of the Super Cage at Mayhem, and now tonight, he’s going to wish that he NEVER messed with Freakzilla! But Sting, you did! You cost me the Super Cage and my Title shot, so now, I am going to make you pay! I’m going to kick y our ass tonight, and I’m going to cripple you! You’re always pissing and moaning about your crusade, but after I am done with you, I’ll give you a real reason to mope and cry about… if you can even talk after I finish with you!
Steiner pauses as he brings his lead pipe into view, and lightly slams it into the palm of his left hand. Steiner then continues on.
Scott Steiner: Ever since March 26, 2001, almost 9 freakin’ months ago, I haven’t been able to call that WCW World Heavyweight Title my own! But that reign of nothing is about to end! Tonight, I guarantee everyone that I am going to leave my mark in Starrcade and WCW history by killing the legacy that is Sting, and then, I am going to take this lead pipe and use it to shatter any glass ceiling that Eric Bischoff tries to install to keep me down! The New World Order isn’t going to keep Big Poppa Pump down, and neither are those rednecks that make up the board of directors! The Big Bad Booty Daddy’s time is now, and I just want to let the everyone know something right here, right now. I don’t care who walks out of tonight the World Champion! But Booker T, Jeff Jarrett, just know that whichever of you walk out of here as Champ, is gonna have to deal with Big Poppa Pump breathin’ down his neck! Because I’m not gonna be held down anymore, and I’m comin’ after my Title!
Steiner glares into the camera, only to hock a wad of spit out of his mouth and onto the floor. Steiner then walks out of the screen, Midajah quickly behind him.
Instead of cutting to the backstage area, the show cuts away to another spot in the backstage area.
The Flaw in the Plan
’Hollywood’ Hulk Hogan and ‘The Bad Guy’ Scott Hall are shown walking backstage, laughing their asses off at what went down in the ring. The two men reach their locker room door, and quickly open it up and enter the door. As soon as they do, they are greeted with a warm round of applause and cheers from Curt Hennig, Mike Awesome, Stacy Keibler, and Jeff Jarrett. Eric Bischoff, however, is sitting on one of the couches, looking less than pleased. Scott Hall takes a cocky bow for the nWo members, while Hulk Hogan smirks and cups his hand to his ear, looking smitten with himself for retiring Ric Flair.
Scott Hall: Lemme introduce to you, the mang who just retired Ric Flair… ‘Hollywood’ Hulk Hogan! Hahaha!
Hogan cups his hand to his ear again, and the New World Order members all cheer him on. Hall licks his finger, and writes a tally in the air, laughing all the while. Bischoff still looks less than pleased and rises up to his feet. He walks over to Hogan and Hall, the rest of the nWo immediately silences themselves.
Eric Bischoff: Let’s just all settle down for a minute here! Okay!? GEEZE!
Bischoff closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Hall and Hogan both look confused.
Scott Hall: Whoa, whoa, whoa, Bischoff, mang. Wha’s wrong, chico?
Eric Bischoff: Scott, look, I am thrilled that you helped Hogan out back there, but Scotty, you were our guy for Jarrett! You were the defector that would ensure the New World Order walked out of Starrcade with the World Heavyweight Championship, but now, Booker T and WCW know our cards.
Hall shrugs his shoulders, not knowing what to do about the matter. Hogan, however, gives Bischoff an angry glare. Bischoff sees this, and tries to rectify the situation.
Eric Bischoff: Hulkster, don’t take what I said out of context. I’m not putting Jarrett on a pedestal higher than you; I am just saying that the World Heavyweight Title is our most important possession right now. I am beyond ecstatic that you won the match and that you weren’t retired, but Hogan, the rest of the nWo could’ve had your back.
Hulk Hogan: Really, Eric? Cause I didn’t see any of your boys there to have my back when I was getting blind sided by Ric Flair. If it wasn’t for Scotty having my back, I could have ended up being retired!
Eric Bischoff: Now Hulk, you and I both know you weren’t going to get pinned when Hall intervened.
Bischoff and Hogan glare at one another, Hogan still looking angry.
Hulk Hogan: Ric was on a roll in that match, Bischoff. If Hall didn’t use that tazer on him, I don’t know what would’ve happened, dude. Flair had me beat, brother.
Bischoff looks at Hogan, defeated. He realizes the truth, and that Ric Flair would have ended up winning that match at some point if Scott Hall didn’t intervene. However, by doing so, Hall spoiled his defection to the New World Order, and has a severely pissed off Kevin Nash after him too.
Eric Bischoff: …Damn it!
Bischoff fails to compile the words he is looking for, and pauses to take a deep breath, regaining his cool.
Eric Bischoff: Okay, fine. So WCW and Booker know about Hall’s defection already, we can deal with it. What’s most important is that we still have you in our ranks, Hulk, and Ric Flair is out of our lives for good. Our ranks have bolstered, and theirs have shrunk. Jeff can take Booker no problems in the main event, and if Booker somehow gets a fluke lead on Jeff, we can still bail him out.
Bischoff pauses to take another deep breath, looking incredibly stressed. Bischoff speaks again, although this time, it is more to himself.
Eric Bischoff: Yeah... we’re okay…
Bischoff nods his head, and Hogan gives Eric a reassuring pat on the shoulder before sitting down on couch. Hogan props his legs onto the table, and Stacy Keibler quickly places two bags of ice on his knees. Everyone but Scott Hall takes a seat and gets comfy. Hall, however, peeks around the room, looking for something.
Scott Hall: …Where in the hell are beers at around here?
As Hall continues to look for the beer, the show cuts back to the commentators booth.
A Moment The Readers Will Love
Tony Schiavone and Mike Tenay have regained control of themselves, Tony having wiped away his tears. However, Tony has been filled with a new emotion: rage.
Tony Schiavone: How dare the New World Order!? How dare those bastards!? They just screwed Ric Flair our of his career, and all they can do is celebrate that fact! And all Eric Bischoff can do is complain that their “surprise” defection in Scott Hall is now ruined for the main event! This is just sickening! I can’t believe the New World Order could do this! Oh, I hope they all burn in hell!
Whoa, Tony… showing, dare I say it, balls!?
Mike Tenay looks at Tony, impressed, but yet, shocked and afraid of Tony. Schiavone is shaking in rage, and looking like he could kill someone. Well, okay, attempt to kill someone. He’d probably find a way to fuck up the simplest of murders.
Mike Tenay: Tony… I know you’re furious, but you have to calm down. We have a job to do.
Tony Schiavone: I don’t think I care about this job anymore, Professor! Not when legends like Ric Flair can be screwed out of their jobs, their legacies ruined! Eric Bischoff is my President, and I don’t think I want to work for a piece of filth like Eric Bischoff any longer!
Tony Schiavone stands up and rips off his head set, slamming it onto the announcer’s table. Schiavone walks out of the booth and along the ringside area to the timekeeper’s table. Schiavone demands a microphone, and he gets one from ring announcer David Penzer. The crowd is completely confused as to what is going on, not hearing Schiavone’s commentary.
Tony Schiavone: I have been working for World Championship Wrestling over a decade, and never in my life have I been more fed up with the BULLSHIT in this company! I have had to witness some of the worst moments in professional wrestling throughout my stay here, and EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM… came from the brain of Eric Bischoff! But tonight, this takes the cake! Eric Bischoff, you are a dictating, egomaniacal, SON OF A BITCH! I refuse to sit in that chair next to Mike Tenay and call the action if I have to do it with you as my WCW President! I don’t care if you’re the WCW President until the day I die, I will NEVER call another WCW show if you’re running this place! I REFUSE to be forced to commentate on how Ric Flair, my HERO and my friend, was just screwed out of a match! I refuse to commentate while Ric Flair, THE BIGGEST DAMN LEGEND YOU HAVE, BISCHOFF, be retired because you’re too insecure that he’ll kick your ass and run you and your nWo out of power! Well Bischoff, HERE THIS! I QUIT YOUR STINKIN’ COMPANY!
YES! YES! YES! HAPPY DAYS ARE HERE AGAIN~!
Tony Schiavone throws the microphone down to the padded mats, and storms off along the ringside area, looking more pissed off than anyone has ever seen him, including his wife after she told him his penis couldn’t satisfy a millipede. The crowd is stunned by this turn of events, not really knowing what to make of this. Tony walks by Mike Tenay at the commentator’s booth, and looks at Tenay, trying to tell him he’s sorry with his eyes, but well, eyes don’t talk. If they did, they’d be apologizing to Tenay. Tony walks on however, marching right up the entrance ramp, onto the entrance stage, and through the entrance chute. Tony Schiavone just quit WCW, and I for one couldn’t be happier.
The camera then cuts back to Mike Tenay, who is sitting alone at the commentators table, looking incredibly confused as to what to do.
Mike Tenay: I, uh… I don’t know what the hell is going on here. Starrcade is just turning into a chaotic mess, fans. Gene, let’s send it back to you; hopefully you have something for us.
The shown then cuts to the back, where Gene Okerlund is standing alone in the interview area.
Gene Okerlund holds his microphone in his right hand, while he holds a group of papers, held together by a paper clip.
Gene Okerlund: Professor, I have to echo your sentiments. Tonight is just out of control! However, I do have an update for everyone at this time on the condition of ‘The Insane Luchadore’ Super Crazy. Super Crazy was rushed to the hospital right after his match, and the doctors have been able to give us an update much quicker than we expected.
Okerlund pauses, skimming through the papers faxed by the Atlanta hospital.
Gene Okerlund: It says here that Super Crazy suffered yet another concussion, and at this time, the doctors are refusing to give him medical clearance to wrestle in World Championship Wrestling until he can have the proper amount of time to heal from the three concussions in the short time span. It, erm, it doesn’t say how long it could take for Super Crazy’s brain to heal, but that it could take months, at the minimum.
Okerlund skims over the papers quickly, and then continues on.
Gene Okerlund: Well, that’s all I have at this time, Professor. I have no one scheduled for an interview at this time, so I guess, back to you.
The camera then cuts back to the announcer’s table, where Mike Tenay remains solo.
Mike Tenay: Fans, tonight is just not going the way anyone from WCW has been wanting it to happen. We have seen Super Crazy suffered a third concussion that has put him on the shelf. The Young Lions have been robbed out of the WCW Tag Team Titles. Lance Storm lost the North American Title to Mike Awesome. Ric Flair was screwed over by Scott Hall, as Hall turned his back on Kevin Nash and joined the New World Order to help Hogan retire Ric Flair, and now, Tony Schiavone has just quit WCW!
Tenay closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and shakes his head from side-to-side in disbelief. He takes another deep breath, reopens his eyes, and continues on.
Mike Tenay: However, this night must continue, and that is what we are doing now. It is time for our next match of the night, and that is ‘Big Poppa Pump’ Scott Steiner versus ‘The Man They Call’ Sting! This match has a lot of individual importance to these two men, but both for incredibly different reasons! For Scott Steiner, winning this match gives him the revenge that he seeks, and puts him on the hot track back into the hunt for the WCW World Heavyweight Championship, the Title that he yearns for. But for Sting, a victory over Steiner can end their battle and get him back on his crusade against the New World Order! And right now, I sure as heck hopes Sting can win this match, just so WCW has someone to fight against the nWo!
“Holla If Ya Hear Me” hits all of a sudden, sending the crowd into a mixed frenzy like only The Genetic Freak can create. The crowd splits itself with cheers and jeers as ‘Big Poppa Pump’ Scott Steiner his number one freak, Midajah, walk out from the back. Steiner is equipped in his usual black tights, black sunglasses, and medieval chain plate on his head, as well as wielding the lead pipe in his right hand. Midajah, dressed like the girl you expect her to be, walks down the ramp arm-in-arm with Steiner, Freakzilla looking cool and collected. The two march down the entrance ramp and climb up the entrance steps to the apron. Scott Steiner enters the ring first, but holds the ropes open for Midajah so she can enter the ring as well. Once in the ring, Steiner flexes his muscular frame in various ways, showing off his steroid-fueled physique. Midajah then takes off Steiner’s chain plate and sunglasses, and the Big Bad Booty Daddy also gives her the lead pipe. Steiner starts to warm up with some light calisthenics in the ring as “Seek and Destroy” by Metallica hits, bringing out ‘The Man They Call’ Sting to an incredibly loud pop. The Stinger marches out from the back onto the entrance stage, sporting his traditional attire of black tights and top, a trench coat, his face painted in white and black, and of course, the black baseball bat. Sting marches down the entrance ramp and to the ring, his eyes fixated on Steiner the entire time. Sting enters the ring soon after, and quickly removes his trench coat, handing it and his bat to a stagehand at ringside. Sting then returns his gaze to Scott Steiner, but referee Nick Patrick steps in between the two, breaking Sting’s gaze at Steiner and Steiner’s gaze at Sting. Patrick looks from Steiner to Sting, back to Steiner, and then back to Sting one more time before nodding his head and calling for the bell.
Scott Steiner (w/Midajah) vs. Sting
Scott Steiner and Sting stare each other down, the crowd buzzing in anticipation for the two to lock up. Sting looks all serious, while Scotty Steiner has that air of cockiness to go along with his serious demeanor. The two men stare each other down for just a little bit longer before lunging at one another, locking up in a grapple. Neither man tries to chain wrestle, instead trying to find a stance that will give him (take your pick, Sting or Steiner) the leverage needed to shove his opponent to the canvas. As the two engage in their power struggle, it’s Big Poppa Pump who uses his superior strength, shoving Sting off his feet and to the canvas. Sting lands on his ass, staring at Steiner while Scotty smirks at the Stinger. Sting pulls himself back up to his feet, and they grapple again, trying to over-power each other. However, Freakzilla shoves Sting down to the canvas again, smirking after doing so. Sting stares at Steiner as he gets back up to his feet, looking a little frustrated at his inability to over power Steiner. The two men lock up for a third time, and Sting starts to show more effort than before, shoving Steiner so that his feet start to stagger backwards, but Steiner stays on his feet. Big Poppa Pump regains his balance, and uses all of his steroid-might to shove Sting off of him. Sting fails to fall to his ass though, instead only staggering backwards. Sting starts to make another lunge at Steiner, but the Big Bad Booty Daddy leaps off of his feet, knocking Sting off his own feet with a diving shoulder block! Sting smacks his back off the canvas, while Scott Steiner quickly does three push-ups before getting back up to his feet. Once on his feet, Steiner looks down at Sting and smirks, continuing to show both confidence and focus.
Sting pulls himself back up to his feet for a third time, and slowly paces around the ring, circling around Steiner who remains stationery in the center of the ring. Sting finally stops pacing the ring and walks up to Steiner, ready to lock up again. Steiner lunges in for the tie-up, but Sting quickly spins away from Steiner’s reach, spinning along the side of Steiner until he ends up behind BPP. Steiner staggers forward from never making contact with Sting, and the Crow quickly goes to work on Steiner from behind, hurling right forearm strikes to the back of his head. Steiner staggers forward even more, and Sting runs forward and hits a running forearm this time, clocking Steiner in the back of the head yet again. Sting then walks up to Steiner, and turns him around so Steiner is facing Sting. The Stinger proceeds to clock Steiner across the face with a hard right hand, and then a second right hand before hitting a left jab to the chin and a third big right hand to Steiner’s face, knocking Steiner back into the ropes. Sting pursues again, and grabs Steiner by the wrist before whipping him out of the ropes and into the opposite pair. Sting walks out to the center of the ring as Steiner rebounds off the opposite set of ropes and approaches Sting… and Sting sends Steiner up and over with a back body drop! Steiner lands right on his back, and Sting then connects with an elbow drop into Steiner’s sternum. Sting rotates himself into a pin cover, and referee Nick Patrick assumes the position…
Steiner makes an easy kick out, and Sting shows no care or anger with Steiner’s kick out, and rightfully so. Instead, the Crow pulls himself up to his feet, and grabs Steiner by the head to lift him up as well. Sting proceeds to whip Steiner into the nearby corner, before walking over to Big Poppa Pump and thumping him with a hard right hand. Sting hits Steiner with several more right hands to the face, using simple, albeit effective, offense. Sting cuts his punching attack off soon after it begins, though, and instead grabs Steiner by the wrist and whips him across the ring and into the opposite turnbuckle. Steiner crashes back first into the corner turnbuckles, and Sting breaks out into a full sprint towards Steiner before leaping off his feet and at Steiner… STINGER SPLASH… misses! Steiner quickly evaded the Stinger, and Sting crashes face first off the top turnbuckle! Sting stays up against the turnbuckles instead of falling or staggering, and Steiner takes advantage of this. Big Poppa Pump walks up behind Sting, wraps his arms around Sting’s waist and torso… and hits a sick
rotating belly-to-back suplex! Sting’s head snaps right off the canvas; that move was killer! Steiner wastes no time taunting after the move, pinning Sting for a cover.
TH- SHOULDER UP!
Steiner rolls off of Sting and up to his feet, cracking his head from side to side twice once on his feet. Steiner then grabs the Stinger by the hair and pulls him up to his feet, not wanting to wait for Sting to do so himself. Once Steiner gets Sting onto his feet, the Big Bad Booty Daddy clocks Sting with several right forearm strikes, sending the Stinger staggering backwards several feet. Steiner pursues, and clocks Sting with a hard right hand, and then a second right hand that knocks Sting all the way back into the ropes. Steiner whips Sting out from the ropes and into the opposite set, walking out a few feet towards the center, much like Sting did moments prior. Sting comes off the ropes and back at Steiner, and BPP knocks Sting right off his feet and onto his back with a hard shoulder block. Steiner stays on his feet, and looks down at Sting momentarily before flexing his right bicep. Steiner flexes the muscle and then jerkily lifts it up towards his face, where he proceeds to kiss the tip of his steroid-fueled arm… only to then drop his massive arm onto Sting’s sternum with an elbow drop. Steiner keeps his arm on Sting’s torso, gnawing his elbow into Sting’s sternum. Nick Patrick slides in front of Sting’s head, and immediately counts the pin.
Steiner pulls himself off of Sting, looking slightly peeved by the Stinger kicking out of his massive elbow drop. Steiner gives Patrick a vicious glare, but doesn’t act on his urge to break his neck, instead pulling himself up to his feet. Steiner pulls Sting up to his feet as well, and rocks his socks with a hard forearm strike to the chin. Steiner hits Sting with several right hands to the Stinger’s face, using the offense he knows best to send Sting staggering across the ring and into the corner turnbuckles. Steiner eventually gets Sting knocked into the corner, and then proceeds to ram into Sting’s face with side elbow strikes! Steiner rams his right elbow into the left side of Sting’s face repeatedly, knocking him senseless with elbow after elbow. Patrick intervenes and breaks up the attack, although Steiner shrugs it off, instead lift Sting up onto the top turnbuckle, sitting on said turnbuckle. Steiner climbs up to the first turnbuckle, then the second, hitting the Stinger with right hands while climbing. Steiner slowly hoists Sting up off his butt, and Steiner climbs up to the top turnbuckle, both men eventually standing on the top turnbuckle. Scott Steiner wraps his arms around Sting’s chest, and stalls for several extended seconds to let the crowd react to what’s about to happen. Steiner then head butts Sting in the face, and throws him over his shoulders… SUPER OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!
The crowd pops big at the spot, as Sting does a nice flip over Steiner, making sure the spot goes down as planned. Steiner takes several moments to shake the cob webs from his fall from the top to the canvas, and then rolls onto his stomach and crawls towards the Stinger. Steiner then covers Sting with a lateral press, and Nick Patrick makes the count…
THRE- KICK OUT!
The crowd cheers at the kick out by Sting, and Steiner immediately pulls himself up to his feet and glares at Patrick. Patrick hesitantly gets up to his feet, and Steiner gets right into his face. Steiner shouts at Patrick, “That was a slow count, bitch! Do it again, and I’m gonna snap you frickin’ neck!”
Patrick noticeably gulps in fear, but Steiner then turns on his heel and refocuses on the Crow himself, Sting. Big Poppa Pump grabs a hold of Sting by the hair, and yanks him up to his feet. The Genetic Freak rocks Sting in the jaw with a right hand, and then two big strikes to his cranium, staggering the Stinger. Steiner walks over to the staggering Sting, and quickly lifts him up off his feet into a gorilla press. Again, that’s a military press for you WWF/E traitors. Steiner hoists Sting into the air, walking from the center of the ring to the edge of the ring. Steiner stops at the ropes, benches Sting up and down twice, and then throws him into the air, hot shotting him throat first onto the top rope! Sting’s hands jump to his throat from the guillotine, and he staggers into the center of the ring instead of falling to the canvas. Steiner quickly runs off the ropes and back at Sting… STEINERLINE!
Steiner drills Sting right in the throat, and the Stinger crashes to the canvas. Steiner smirks at the fallen Sting, and then flexes his arms over his shoulders, showing off what steroids do for the body. Steiner then finally drops to his hands and knees and pins Sting, hooking both of his legs as well. Patrick slides to his side to make the count…
THRE- KICK OUT!
The crowd pops again with Sting’s kick out, and Steiner gets off of Sting and slams his fists off of the canvas in rage. Steiner stares right at Patrick, his face shaking with rage. Steiner starts shouting at Nick Patrick right away, who slowly gets up to his feet. Steiner calls Patrick a, “steaming pile of pig shit”
, and throws his fist back to KO him. Patrick, however, grows a pair of balls all of a sudden and threatens to disqualify Steiner. Even though Patrick wouldn’t be able to do so if he was KO’ed, the message gets through to Steiner, and Big Poppa Pump gives Patrick one final glare before turning on his heel. Steiner walks over to Sting, who is starting to pull himself up to his feet, albeit struggling to do so. Steiner grabs Sting by the hair and pulls him up to his knees, but the Stinger starts to fight back all of a sudden, snapping off a right hand into Steiner’s mid-section. Sting starts rapidly hitting Steiner in the mid-section with punches, buying him enough time to work his way up to his feet on his own accord. Sting indeed gets to his feet, and then snaps off another right hand, this time to Steiner’s face. Sting hits a left jab, and then two right hands, before hitting a spinning overhead right fist to Steiner’s nose, knocking Steiner all the way into the ropes. Steiner leans back against the ropes, and Sting quickly looks at Steiner before running off the ropes opposite Big Poppa Pump. Sting runs back towards Steiner, and just as he gets to Steiner, Freakzilla steps out from the ropes and telegraphs Sting’s attack, sending Sting throat first into the second rope with a drop toe hold!
Sting moves his hands up to his throat, and Steiner quickly walks up behind Sting and grabs a hold of the second rope. The Big Bad Booty Daddy then starts to shake the second rope down and then up, snapping the rope repeatedly into Sting’s throat, smashing the Crow’s windpipe time and time again. Nick Patrick intervenes soon after though, starting a 5 count and ordering BPP to break his attack. Steiner obliges at the 4 count, and then runs off the ropes opposite Sting and comes charging back at the Stinger. Just as Steiner gets back to Sting, he rams his knee into the back of Sting’s neck, not only hurting the back of his neck, but smashing Sting’s throat in between Steiner’s knee and the second rope. Sting falls onto his back on the canvas, and Steiner stands tall again, looking absolutely dominant. Steiner then grabs a hold of Sting’s right arm, and drags him into the center of the ring and flips him onto his stomach. Steiner stands over Sting’s back, and runs his thumb over his throat once before flexing his arms over his shoulders again. Steiner shouts out, “It’s Steiner Recliner time, bitches,”
and then grabs Sting by his arm pits. Steiner wedges Sting in between his knees by driving them into Sting’s arm pits, and then wraps his hands around Sting’s chin, locking in the Steiner Recliner!
Steiner starts flinging Sting’s torso from side to side, trying to choke him out with the Recliner, although Sting is desperately trying to fight Steiner’s submission off. Sting claws at Steiner’s hands and also his knees, but Steiner flails Sting around mercilessly. Sting continues to fight the Steiner Recliner, but Steiner tightens his grip around Sting’s chin, throat, and neck, applying more and more pressure to the Stinger. Despite doing his best to fight the Recliner, Sting starts to fade, his head dropping. Nick Patrick quickly asks Sting if he’s okay, and after getting no response, checks for a KO…
Patrick raises Sting’s left arm up into the air… and it falls.
Nick Patrick waits a second before raising Sting’s left arm into the air a second time, while Scott Steiner adds more pressure around Sting’s throat. Sting’s arm drops to the canvas again...
The crowd starts to make a lot of noise, cheering loudly and clapping their hands to try and revive their beloved Stinger. This only leads to Steiner adding even more torque to the Steiner Recliner, and Nick Patrick raises Sting’s up into the air for the third and final time…
The crowd breaks out into a loud round of cheers as Sting keeps his left arm elevated, refusing to quit. Sting balls his fingers and hands into two respective fists, juts his eyes opens, shakes his face in concentration and determination, and starts working his way out of the Steiner Recliner. Steiner keeps his hands locked around Sting’s chin and throat, but the Crow is able to get his body out of the clutches of Steiner’s knees. Sensing that Sting is about to break the Steiner Recliner, Big Poppa Pump quickly releases his hands from Sting’s chin, and delivers a swift kick to the back of Sting’s head! Sting drops to his stomach, although Big Poppa Pump quickly lifts Sting back up to his feet. Steiner clocks Sting with a left forearm strike and a right hand, and then wraps his arms around Sting’s torso. Steiner tries to slam the Stinger with a belly-to-belly suplex, but by not wrapping his arms around Sting’s arms, the Stinger smashes his inner upper forearms off of Steiner’s ears, hitting a modified Hinkle Bell Ringer! Steiner breaks his grip on Sting, clutching at his ears, his ears ringing in pain from the dreaded maneuver. Really, it does suck.
Steiner staggers away from Sting, and after taking a few seconds to catch his breath and massage his throat, Sting walks up to Steiner. Sting tosses a right hand, but Big Poppa Pump blocks it with his left forearm, and scores with a throat thrust! Sting staggers away from Steiner, and Freakzilla quickly grabs a hold of Sting’s wrist and whips him into the corner. Sting hits the corner turnbuckles back first, and Scott Steiner power walks into the opposite corner from where Sting is. After getting into the corner, Steiner scrapes his boots off of the canvas twice before running at Sting and eventually leaping into the air for his own Stinger Splash
… but Sting moves out of the way of his own finisher! Steiner staggers out of the corner turnbuckles, dazed from the collision… and Sting bends Steiner’s torso backwards… SCORPION DEATH DROP!!
The crowd pops from the finisher out of nowhere, and the Hotlanta crowd urges Sting to make the pin and end the match, but the Crow is on his back, just like Steiner. Sting blankly rubs his right hand over his throat, his windpipe damaged badly from the Steiner Recliner and the Steinerline, among other maneuvers he has been on the receiving end of in this match. Nick Patrick starts a ten count with both men on their backs, and the crowd continues to cheer and clap their hands, trying to motivate Sting to pin Steiner. As Patrick counts on, reaching up to 4, Sting finally climbs over to Steiner, slowly but surely, and drapes his right arm over Big Poppa Pump’s chest!
THREE- SHOULDER UP!
The crowd is torn with groans (pro-Sting fans) and cheers (pro-Steiner fans) as Steiner gets his shoulder up centi-seconds before three, and the Crow slowly pulls himself up to a sitting position, frustrated and exhausted. The two men slowly start to pull themselves back up to their feet, Sting exhausted from the drawn out abuse he has taken in this match while Steiner has been on the receiving end of short, explosive offense. The two men get themselves up to their feet, and slowly approach each other, both men firing off right hands simultaneously. The two men stagger back slightly, only to fire off right hands again, both connecting. The two don’t stagger back this time though, instead stepping into each other and hitting a third right hand to each other. Sting quickly fires off a fourth right hand before Steiner can, but Big Poppa Pump hits Sting with a hard side elbow strike in retaliation, clocking Sting in the throat! The Stinger staggers away from Steiner, clutching his windpipe in pain. Steiner pursues Sting, and turns Sting around so they face each other yet again. Steiner throws a hard, wild right hand at Sting, but the Stinger blocks it with his left forearm! Sting quickly hits a right jab to Steiner’s chin, and then clocks Steiner with a knife edge chop! The crowd can’t help but “Woo”
out of impulse; too soon? Sting hits Steiner with another knife edge chop, hitting chop after chop, sending Steiner staggering into the corner. Once Steiner lands in the corner, Sting hits another hard knife edge chop, and yells out “OWW! IT’S SHOWTIME!”
before grabbing Steiner by the wrist and whipping him across the ring and into the opposite corner. Sting quickly sprints across the ring towards Big Poppa Pump and leaps into the air… STINGER SPLASH!!
The crowd pops as Steiner staggers out of the corner, only to flop onto his back on the canvas, down and out from the Stinger Splash. Sting, face paint evaporating from his forehead, arches his back as he cups his hands to his mouth and yells out “OWW”
, feeling the adrenaline pumping through his veins. Sting walks over to Steiner’s ankles, and lifts both of Steiner’s legs into the air; he’s looking for the Scorpion Death Lock! Sting quickly tries to place his right leg in between Steiner’s, but Big Poppa Pump, out of desperation, throws his legs into Sting’s mid-section, shoving Sting off of him. Sting throws his arms up in surprise as he staggers backwards, and clocks Nick Patrick in the face with a stray elbow!
Nick Patrick falls to the canvas, and Scott Steiner quickly pulls himself up to his feet as Sting massages his throat, simply allowing Steiner to get up. Big Poppa Pump rushes up to his feet, only for Sting to clock Steiner in the face with a right hand! Sting follows up with a right forearm strike to Steiner’s face, a right side elbow strike, a knife edge chop to the chest, and one more right hand to Steiner’s face, sending Sting staggering back into the corner. Sting walks over to Steiner in the corner, and proceeds to grab him by the wrist and whip him into the opposite corner! Steiner hits the corner turnbuckles back first, and Sting quickly charges at Steiner and leaps into the air… STINGER SPLASH… misses! Sting eats the top turnbuckle pad, and Steiner quickly spins out to the center of the ring after rolling from the corner to the ropes. Steiner claps his hands twice at Midajah who tosses in the lead pipe! Steiner twirls the pipe in his right hand, and Sting slowly staggers out of the turnbuckles to face Steiner… LEAD PIPE TO THE FACE!
Sting drops like a ton of bricks to the canvas, and the vast majority of the crowd boos the cheap actions by Steiner, but Big Poppa Pump isn’t done yet. Scott Steiner raises the pipe in his hands over his head, takes a few steps forward and leaps off his feet… AND SMASHES THE LEAD PIPE ACROSS STING’S WINDPIPE!!
Sting immediately chokes and coughs up blood, his upper body jumping off the canvas before collapsing back to the canvas, not moving at all. Steiner quickly slides the pipe along the canvas, the pipe rolling along the canvas and right into Midajah’s grasp, who pulls it out from the ring. Scott Steiner quickly shakes Nick Patrick, reviving him, or at least attempting to. Nick Patrick starts to show signs of life, and seeing that, Steiner walks over to Sting, standing over him. Scott Steiner lifts Sting’s seemingly unconscious body up off the canvas, trapping Sting’s torso in between his knees and wrapping his forearms and hands around Sting’s throat and chin… the Steiner Recliner! Steiner wrenches on the hold, choking out what little breath remains in Sting’s windpipe. Nick Patrick slowly pulls himself to his feet, shaking out the cob webs. He sees Steiner with the Recliner locked in, and quickly checks Sting to see if he is knocked out…
Patrick raises Sting’s left arm into the air once, and it falls…
The crowd cheers incredibly loudly, trying to rally behind Sting, who is completely and totally out of it. His eyelids are closed, and blood is trickling from the corners of his lips. Patrick raises Sting’s left arm into the air a second time… and it falls.
Steiner smirks and licks his lips savagely as he wrenches back on the Steiner Recliner just a touch more, as the crowd cheers even louder than before, hoping Sting will fight out of the Steiner Recliner for a second time. Nick Patrick slowly raises Sting’s left hand into the air a third time…
THREE! STING’S ARM FALLS!
Result: Scott Steiner def. Sting at 15:39
Nick Patrick calls for the bell, and David Penzer declares Scott Steiner the victor of the match by knock out. Steiner releases the Steiner Recliner, and Sting’s upper body drops to the canvas. Patrick raises Steiner’s arm into the air in victory, but Big Poppa Pump quickly shoves Patrick to the canvas. Midajah enters the ring, lightly smacking the lead pipe into her left palm. Steiner smirks at Midajah, and extends his right hand, wanting the pipe back again. Midajah obliges, and Big Poppa Pump, lead pipe back in his hand, walks over to the KO’ed Sting. Steiner rolls Sting back over onto his back, and immediately drills Sting in the throat with a stiff stomp! The crowd boos, but their boos only intensify as Scott Steiner raises the pipe over his head, and crushes it down onto Sting’s windpipe again! The crowd continues to boo Steiner mercilessly, chanting “Asshole, Asshole” at him, although Big Poppa Pump doesn’t seem to care. Steiner, resting on his knees, raises the pipe over his head again… AND SLAMS THE LEAD PIPE ONTO STING’S WINDPIPE A THIRD TIME!! Sting continues to cough up blood, looking completely and totally fucked up. Nick Patrick quickly gets back onto his feet and throws his arm up into the air, forming an ‘X’, and calls for EMT’s to hurry down to the ring. However, Steiner still has one last trick up his sleeve. Big Poppa Pump pulls himself back up to his feet, but rests the lead pipe across Sting’s windpipe. Steiner takes several steps back away from Sting, only to then jog up to Sting… AND STOMP IS RIGHT FOOT ONTO THE LEAD PIPE AND INTO STING’S THROAT!! The crowd continues to heckle Steiner like there’s no tomorrow, continuing their “Asshole” chant.
Scott Steiner picks up his lead pipe off of Sting’s badly damaged throat, and he and Midajah hastily exit the ring as five EMT’s rush down the ramp and to the ring. They enter the ring and start checking on Sting, one of them audibly telling Sting, “Don’t speak; don’t say anything.” Steiner and Midajah quickly make their way up the ramp, not bothering to play to the crowd or warrant any reaction from them. The duo walk through the entrance chute to the backstage area, leaving the focus just on Sting and the action in the ring. Two of the EMT’s start to prepare a backboard for Sting to be put on, while a third and fourth EMT carefully put Sting into a neck brace. The five EMT’s quickly get Sting onto the backboard and strap him in, while two more EMT’s hurry out the entrance chute and to the ring, pushing a gurney down the ramp. The gurney has a breathing mask on it, as well. The two additional EMT’s get down to the ring, and the five EMT’s in the ring carefully slide Sting and the backboard onto the gurney. Once on the gurney, two of the EMT’s take the neck brace off of Sting, so they can place the breathing mask around his mouth and nose. The neck brace is then re-applied to Sting, and start to wheel him away up the ramp. The crowd, which had turned completely silent once Steiner and Midajah had left the ring, finally come to life, giving Sting a huge round of applause while also starting to chant “Sting, Sting, Sting”. The EMT’s wheel Sting the rest of the way up the entrance ramp and through the entrance chute to the back, the crowd continuing their applause and chant.
Mike Tenay: Oh my… this just, I don’t know what to say, folks. Just before this match, WCW lost ‘The Nature Boy’ Ric Flair forever, and now, I think we may have just lost Sting…
Tenay pauses, shaking his head again in disbelief.
Mike Tenay: Fans, I really don’t know what can be said right now. Scott Steiner, he promised that he would make an impact tonight, seal his place in Starrcade history, and well… he may have just done that by killing the legend that is Sting.
Tenay pauses again before continuing.
Mike Tenay: It’s highly likely that Sting had his entire windpipe crushed by that lead pipe. This is more than a career-threatening incident; this is life-threatening. If Sting doesn’t get to a hospital quickly… I don’t even want to think of the consequences. …I doubt we will be able to update you tonight on Sting’s condition, but if it is at all possible, we will get you an update. Dear God… I just hope Sting is okay…
Mike Tenay solemnly looks into the camera, complete and total fear in his eyes, fearing the worst for Sting.
The camera then cuts to the backstage area, yet again.
Standing backstage, in the interview area, is ‘Mean’ Gene Okerlund. However, he is not by himself this time around. Instead, standing to his left is the 4-time WCW World Heavyweight Champion, Booker T. Booker is still dressed in just his black trunks, knee pads, and boots. Booker cracks his neck from side to side and takes a deep breath, looking slightly nervous, but mainly focused and determined.
Gene Okerlund: Fans, we are just moments away from the main event you have all been waiting for! ‘The Chosen One’ Jeff Jarrett will put the WCW World Heavyweight Championship on the line against the former Champion, and the man standing to my left, Booker T! Booker, are you feeling any nerves heading into this match at all?
Booker T: Gene Oak, I’ll be honest wit’ ‘cha, I’m a little nervous about this match. This is the most important match o’ muh life, so I think it’s okay to be a lil’ nervous headin’ into it. Howeva’, this is the match I’ve been waitin’ months for! Muh rematch, muh shot at Jeff Jarrett, and muh chance to win back the World Heavyweight Championship, is right now. So now, everythin’ I fought through, everythin’ I fought for, all becomes worth it! Every drop o’ blood I bled, n’ every ounce o’ sweat I shed, all becomes worth it when I step into that ring! For every second I spent away from muh family, muh wife and kids, this match appeases that pain, Gene! Tonight is muh night! Muh night, not no one else’s!
Booker T pauses, takes a deep breath, and systematically nods his head.
Gene Okerlund: Just how confident are you that you can defeat Jeff Jarrett and in back the World Heavyweight Title tonight, Booker?
Booker T: There ain’t a doubt in muh mind, Gene. This match is everythin’ I’ve been waitin’ for, n’ no one, NO ONE, is gonna stop me from winnin’ what is rightfully mine! Jeff Jarrett STOLE muh Belt from me back at Fall Brawl, but ta’night, I don’t give a damn who gets in muh way, the winner of the match is gonna be… Booker T! The N-Dubya-O can bring their whole army to stop me from beatin’ Jarrett, but no matter what, I’m walkin’ out of Starrcade the five time, five time, five time, five time, FIVE TIME… Dubya-See-Dubya World Heavyweight Champion! N’ Jeff Jarrett n’ the N-Dubya-O can dig that, SUCKAAA!
Booker T stares into the camera, his cheeks puffed up a bit, as he looks incredibly focused and determined.
The Lone Outsider
Booker T seems ready to start talking again, but he is cut off as ‘Big Sexy’ Kevin Nash marches into the shot from Gene Okerlund’s right. Gene looks surprised to see Nash, while Booker looks annoyed and irritated. Nash spots this, and immediately tries to make peace.
Kevin Nash: Hold up, Booker man, don’t get angry. I’ve been walkin’ around trying to get my hands on Scott Hall, and I just happened to walk by you doing this interview, so I came over quick. I just want to tell you, good luck.
Nash gives Booker a look of honesty and seriousness, while Booker accepts Nash’s words with a bob of his head.
Kevin Nash: That… and one other thing. I know you want to take on Jeff Jarrett and the New World Order by yourself tonight, but bro, you can count on me to have your back. I understand how you feel you need to be independent here, but guys like me, Lance Storm, and the Anderson’s, we all have your back. Bischoff is gonna send down everyone to help Jarrett if, and when, you start to kick his ass and his Title is in jeopardy. I know how the nWo works, dude, I freakin’ started the thing with Scott! And that’s why you cant count on me to be in that ring if Hall shows his face!
Booker looks at Nash, annoyed and irritated once again. He wants no help.
Kevin Nash: Look Book, hear me out, man. Scott Hall, that man was my best friend, my brother! He stabbed me in the back, and he betrayed me for the nWo! And I don’t think I need to remind you that your brother, Stevie Ray, did that exact same thing to you a few years back! He turned on you for the New World Order! And when he did that, did you feel betrayed?
Booker lowers his head, in deep thought.
Booker T: That was the worst case o’ betrayal I eva’ felt in muh life.
Booker nods his head slowly, and Nash wipes his right hand across his mouth and chin.
Kevin Nash: Then you know why I need to be there tonight.
Booker nods his head slowly at Nash twice, and wipes his upper lip with his right hand.
Booker T: Ight, Nash, I feel ya’. Dig this, Kev. If Scott Hall comes down to the ring ta’night, he’s all yours. Only Scott though. If anyone else is out there, keep yo’ ass back here too. I understand what Hall did to you, so he’s yours bro.
Kevin Nash: Thanks, Book. The Outsiders… we’re forever man. So if Scott Hall is in that ring, then Kevin Nash will be in that ring too, reminding Scott of the promises he made.
Booker T: Ight man, you go get you some of Hall, but it’s time for me ta’ win back my World Heavyweight Title! I gotta go do this thing.
Booker walks off screen, but not before Nash gives Booker a good luck pat on the shoulder. Nash and Okerlund watch Booker T walk off towards the entrance chute, and then the two stare at one another. Nash then starts to talk, but only after wrapping his arm around Gene’s shoulder.
Kevin Nash: You know, Gene, when Scott and I came back to WCW, we promised each other that we weren’t going to choose a side beside the one we had already established. But Scott, he broke that promise tonight. Scott made his choice, so now Gene, my choice has just been made for me.
Nash lets go of Okerlund, and Okerlund speaks to Nash.
Gene Okerlund: Well Kevin, then let me be the first to say… I’m glad your on WCW’s side.
Okerlund smiles at Nash, and Nash smirks slightly.
Kevin Nash: …It’ll be good to make my presence known, Gene.
Nash smirks more openly, and pats Gene on the shoulders before walking off-screen. Gene Okerlund then turns back to face the camera, ready to sign-off for the night.
Gene Okerlund: Well, Professor, there you have it! Booker T has caved in to some extent, and if Scott Hall tries to help Jeff Jarrett in the main event, Kevin Nash will be there to aide Booker T in his World Heavyweight Title match! Tonight has been a very dark night for WCW, but Big Sexy has just made the night a bit better by declaring his status as a WCW-supporter and wrestler in the war against the nWo! That’s all for me for this evening, fans, so this is Gene Okerlund telling you to enjoy your main event!
Gene Okerlund gives the camera one final smile and nod, before the show cuts back to the commentator’s booth.
At the commentators booth, ‘The Professor’ Mike Tenay is still going solo, and everyone is happy about it, but Tenay. Tenay instantly becomes less awesome when people aren’t comparing him to the shittiness of Tony Schiavone.
Mike Tenay: Thank you, Gene Okerlund, and it sure is great news to hear that Kevin Nash is joining WCW’s side in the fight against the New World Order! We have already lost Ric Flair forever tonight, and Sting is seemingly done for after that brutal attack by Scott Steiner. We need all the help we can get right now!
Mike Tenay pauses, holding his right hand up to his headset.
Mike Tenay: Well fans, I have just gotten good news, and that is that ‘Mean’ Gene Okerlund will be coming down to join me for the main event once that match gets under way. That match is going to be getting underway in just a few minutes, and fans, it truly is one of the most personal matches I will ever have called.
Tenay pauses again, swallowing back his spit.
Mike Tenay: Booker T has been hell bent on getting revenge at Jeff Jarrett ever since Jarrett robbed Booker T of the WCW World Heavyweight Championship at Fall Brawl back in September. Booker T had to work his way back up to get a shot at the WCW World Heavyweight Title, defeating Hulk Hogan at Halloween Havoc, and then coming out on top in the Super Cage match at Mayhem. Since then, Jeff Jarrett has viciously assaulted Booker T’s name and life. He’s ridiculed Booker’s childhood, lifestyle, his marriage and parental skills, and pretty much everything you can think of! But Booker T has retaliated, and this feud has just gotten more and more personal by the minute. Now, though, now is the moment of truth! Now is the time to see if Booker T can overcome all the odds thrown at him and regain his coveted WCW World Heavyweight Championship, or if Jeff Jarrett and the nWo will reign supreme at Starrcade! The time is now, ladies and gentlemen! It is time for your Starrcade main event!
As Tenay silences himself from his monologue, the crowd explodes to their feet in cheers as “Don’t Hate The Playa, Hate The Game” hits, bringing out WCW’s last hope, Booker T! Booker T bursts out from the entrance chute and onto the entrance stage, looking completely and totally pumped up. Booker yells out, the adrenaline and testosterone consuming him, as he also hits his right hand off of his chest. Booker gets to where the stage and ramp meet, and Booker does his signature taunt from there, throwing his arms and right knee and leg into the air, a tremendous amount of pyrotechnics going off behind him. Booker smirks and nods his head reassuringly before marching down the entrance ramp, the members of the crowd along the entrance ramp trying to slap hands with the Booker man. Booker makes his way down the rest of the ramp and climbs up the ring stairs and enters the ring. Once in the ring, Booker walks into the center of the ring and bobs his head up and down repeatedly, his right hand in front of his face. Booker then pops down to the canvas to pull off “the most electrifying dance in wrestling today” the Spinaroonie. The crowd loves Booker and the fact that he is keeping his poise, despite about to wrestle in a monumental match.
The crowd then explodes into jeers as ‘The Chosen One’ Jeff Jarrett comes out onto the entrance stage after about ten seconds of the nWo theme playing. Jarrett is sporting silver biker trunks with black trim, an nWo tank top, silver tinted sunglasses, and of course, the silver acoustic guitar with the black nWo lettering on the back of the body. The guitar rests in his right hand, while on his left arm, is the beautiful and bonerriffic Stacy Keibler, dressed (or is it undressed?) in a mini black skirt and a sleeveless black nWo tee, with the bottom tied up and under the shirt at the midriff. The two march down the entrance ramp and to the ring steps, where Keibler walks up them first. Keibler enters the ring first, slowly entering through the second and third rope, giving the men something to cheer about. Stacy then sits down on the second rope, lowering it for Jarrett as he enters the ring. Jarrett then raises his hands (and thus the guitar) into the air and proceeds to cockily strut across the ring before ending the strut with raising his arms back up into the air again. Jarrett then takes off his sunglasses and shirt, handing them off to Keibler then. He also gives Stacy his guitar, and she takes them with her to the outside of the ring. Jarrett and Booker T then lock eyes and start to stare each other down, when a familiar face steps in between the two of them. Step aside David Penzer, the Starrcade main event belongs to Michael Buffer
. Buffer, a microphone on his right hand, cue cards in his left, gets this shindig rolling.
Michael Buffer: Tonight, we are going to witness the most anticipated match in the history of Starrcade… for the Heavyweight Championship of the World!
Buffer pauses, while some of the fans cheer.
Michael Buffer: Wrestling fans, Are You Rrready!? Then, for the thousands in attendance, and the millions watching around the world, from the capital of World Championship Wrestling, Atlanta, Georgia, ladies and gentlemen… LLLETS GET READY TO RRRUUUMMMBBBLLLEEE!!
The crowd breaks out into more cheers, while Booker T and Jarrett continue to stare each other down.
Michael Buffer: First, to my left! He is hailing from the ghetto of Harlem, New York! Weighing in at 247 pounds, he is the challenger, the 4-time WCW Heavyweight Champion of the World… BBBOOOOOOKKKEERR T!
The crowd explodes into cheers for the Booker Man, who doesn’t acknowledge the crowd this time around, instead cracking his neck and head from side to side, while continuing to stare down Jarrett.
Michael Buffer: Next, the man to my right! He is hailing from the beautiful, well-endowed city of Nashville, Tennessee! Weighing in at 230 pounds, he is your Heavyweight Champion of the World, The Chosen One… JJEEFFFF JJAARRRRRREEETTTTTT!
Jarrett smirks as the crowd showers him with a plethora of boos, as per usual for Jarrett. Buffer takes his leave, exiting from the ring as Randy ‘Pee Wee’ Anderson steps in between Booker and Jarrett, and proudly raises the WCW World Heavyweight Championship Belt in to the air. Anderson then hurries to the edge of the ring to give the Title to a stagehand before rushing back in between the two men. There’s a relatively long pause, allowing the drama to be soaked in… and Anderson calls for the bell! It’s time for the Starrcade main event!
Jeff Jarrett © (w/Stacy Keibler) vs. Booker T
WCW World Heavyweight Championship Match
The crowd continues its cheers as first several seconds of this match are spent simply by the two staring each other down. This moment will be framed into history by the hundreds (or thousands) of cameras flashing through out the Georgia Dome, as the two men continue to stare one another down, although the story in the eyes of the combatants are different. The nervousness in Booker T’s eyes from earlier have dissipated; readiness fills his determined gaze. Jeff Jarrett however, has that cocky and smug aura about him, but the nervousness is as clear as day. Finally, the two break the stare down, Jarrett dropping his head while Booker keeps his on Jarrett all the while as the two men start to circle the ring. Finally the two lunge into one another, locking up in the center of the ring. The two men jockey for position, but it is the challenger who makes the first move, applying a side head lock to Jarrett. Booker wrenches on the hold, and while Jarrett voices (aka, shouts) his pain with the head lock, Jarrett is quick to grab a hold of Booker’s right wrist and forearm, escaping the head lock and spinning behind Booker while locking in a hammer lock. Jarrett torques the hold, but Booker reverses into an arm wrench to Jarrett’s left arm. Book wrenches on the arm and then hits two quick elbows to Jarrett’s elbow joint, but The Chosen One quickly flings his arm out of the arm wrench and reverses into a side head lock of his own. Jarrett wrenches on the head lock, trying to cut off Booker’s blood flow, but Booker escapes out of the head lock by shoving Jarrett forward. Jarrett hits the ropes and comes back at Booker, but the Booker Man takes Jarrett down to the canvas with a standing shoulder block.
Booker quickly follows up the shoulder block by running off the rope, but Jarrett starts getting up to his feet right away, forcing Booker to hop over Jarrett’s back. Booker keeps running, and runs off the opposite set of ropes. Booker runs back at Jarrett, but Jarrett leap frogs over Booker, thanks in part to Booker ducking his head and torso when Jarrett leaps into the air. Booker runs under Jarrett and runs off the set of ropes he originally ran off of the first time. Booker comes back at Jeff again, but The Champ lands a quick toe kick into Book’s abdomen, keeling him over. Jarrett tries to hip toss Booker, but Booker blocks it, stiffening his body and getting his left thigh trapped under Jarrett’s right. Booker then escapes Jarrett’s grip with two elbows into Jeff’s gut, and then tries to hip toss Jarrett. However, Jarrett steps on Booker’s foot, stopping the hip toss attempt dead in its tracks. Jarrett quickly switches positions, and he hip tosses Booker over him, but T lands on his feet! In one fluent motion after landing on his feet, Booker wraps his right arm around the back of Jarrett’s neck and drops to the canvas, flipping Jeff over his body and to the canvas with a head lock take over. The result ends up with Booker pinning Jarrett’s shoulders to the canvas, and Randy Anderson quickly slides into position…
Jarrett shoves Booker off of him, sliding himself out from underneath Booker. The two men quickly get up to their feet, but it is Jarrett, surprisingly, who gets up first. Jarrett then rains down right hands to Booker’s skull as the Booka Man gets up to his feet, sending Book staggering back as soon as he’s on his feet. Jarrett keeps punching away at Booker, changing from his skull to his facial region once Book is on his feet. The punches eventually send Booker staggering back into the ropes, Jarrett in pursuit with each punch. Once the two get into the ropes, Jarrett cancels his striking assault, instead grabbing Booker by the left wrist and trying to whip Booker out of the ropes. Booker reverses the whip however, sending Jarrett running across the ring and into the opposite set of ropes. Booker hurries into the center of the ring as Jarrett comes roaring back at him, but Booker quickly lowers his torso and sends Jarrett up and over him with a high elevation back body drop! Booker wastes no time taunting the crowd afterwards, instead running off the ropes and coming back at Jarrett, leaping from his feet and connecting with a smooth right knee drop to Jarrett’s forehead! Booker then quickly covers, and Anderson is right there for the count…
Jarrett kicks out very easily, and right away the two men start getting back up to their feet on their own accord. However, Booker keeps establishing his advantage, immediately clocking Jarrett in the jaw with a strong right hand. Booker starts going to town on Jarrett, hitting rapid-fire right hands to Jarrett’s face, knocking him back towards the corner with each blow until Jarrett finally does indeed fall back into the corner. Booker walks up to Jarrett in the corner, but The Chosen One quickly rakes his right hand across Booker’s eyes, blinding him momentarily. The cheap trick allows Jarrett to take Booker and spin & shove him into the corner, reversing their roles. The Chosen One quickly strikes Booker in the chest with a hard knife edge chop, and follows up with three more chops to Booker’s chest, reddening the dark brother up. Jarrett then changes tactics, instead kicking Booker T in the mid-section repeatedly, his hands on the top rope for leverage. Jarrett kicks Booker in the mid-section and ribs well over ten times, stopping only when Booker can’t take it anymore and drops to the canvas. Booker leans his head back against the second turnbuckle, sitting on his buttocks in the corner. Jarrett continues to work over Booker in the corner, but instead of kicking Booker’s torso, he rams his right boot into Booker’s throat, choking the life out of him! Jarrett places his hands on the top rope to lift him off the ground, adding more pressure to the choke! Randy Anderson quickly intervenes, starting a five count to break the illegal choke hold. Jarrett keeps his foot against Booker’s windpipe until the count of 4, and only then does he hop off Booker and out of the corner.
Jarrett backs out into the center of the ring, but then looks at Booker in the corner and the adjacent ropes behind him, formulating a plan. Jarrett quickly turns on his heel and runs off the ropes, slinging himself charging back towards Booker in the corner. As Jarrett makes a beeline for Booker, Booker quickly rolls under the bottom ring rope and out of the ring, and just in time as Jarrett tries to squash Booker’s face with a leg lariat! The leg lariat backfires with Booker leaving the ring, and Jarrett ends up crotching himself right onto the second rope! The crowd pops as Jarrett grasps at, well, himself, and Booker quickly takes a few deep breaths on the outside, enjoying the oxygen that is reentering his body in droves. Booker then hops back onto the apron as Jarrett slowly lifts his right leg out from in between the second and third ropes, still dazed and hurt from the self-inflicted low blow. Booker quickly grabs Jarrett by the hair to prevent him from staggering away from him, bringing him flush against the ropes. Booker quickly wraps Jarrett in a front face lock over the top rope and drapes Jarrett’s right arm over the back of his head, and lifts Jarrett up into the air before grabbing him by the waist with his free left hand as well… and Booker T lifts Jarrett over the top rope, taking both men crashing to the padded mats at ringside with a vertical suplex!
The crowd breaks out into cheers for the spot, as Booker suplexes Jarrett from in the ring to the mats on the outside, both men resting on their backs. The two recuperate for several moments, the fall taking something out of Booker as well. However, the challenger is (obviously) the first one to pull himself back up to his feet. Booker shakes out the cob webs after doing so, and looks at Anderson in the ring, who isn’t bothering to make a ten count. It’s the main event of Starrcade, and the WCW World Heavyweight Championship is not on the line – this match will not end by count out. Booker takes his eyes off of Anderson then, and grabs Jarrett by the head, pulling the Champ the rest of the way up to his feet. With both men back on their feet, Booker rocks Jarrett with a hard right hand to the forehead, and then a left right hand before hitting two more right hands. Jarrett staggers back from the mini-combo, and Booker follows up by quickly grabbing Jarrett by the left wrist and whipping him across the ringside aisle, sending him back first into the security guardrail! That mini-section of the guardrail slants back into the crowd more; Booker T walks up to Jeff Jarrett, taking his time to approach Jarrett instead of trying a running charge. Once Booker reaches Jarrett, he thumps Jarrett in the face with a hard right forearm smash, and then a much weaker left forearm. Booker hits two more right and left forearm strikes to Jarrett’s face, only to then grab Jeff by the hair and pull him out from the guardrail a foot or so. Booker then grabs Jarrett from behind, lifting him up for what looks like a belly-to-back suplex, only to slam Jarrett down onto the top of the guardrail, crotch first! The crowd pops as Jarrett holds at his groin, again, but Booker isn’t done yet. With Jarrett teetering on the guardrail, Booker T leaps off his feet and high into the air… and clocks Jarrett in the chin with a Harlem Side Kick!
The crowd breaks out into more cheers, especially the crowd around the two as Jarrett immediately falls sideways off the guardrail and into the crowd! Booker quickly hops over the guardrail and into the crowd, and proceeds to pick Jarrett back up to his feet, Book’s back facing the guardrail, Jarrett’s facing the crowd. Booker rocks Jeff with another hard right hand, sending the Champion staggering back into the crowd. Booker rocks Jarrett with three more quick right hands before throwing his entire body into a fifth right hand that sends Jarrett 180 degrees. His back now turned to Booker, Jarrett quickly starts taking off into the crowd, running away from Booker. However, as Jarrett starts taking off away from Booker (Booker in pursuit, of course), Jarrett looks over his shoulder to see where Booker is, ends up tripping over his own feet! Jarrett face plants onto the concrete floor, giving Booker plenty of time to catch up to The Chosen One. Booker quickly scoops Jarrett back up to his feet, and makes sure Jarrett’s back is facing the guardrail and the ringside area, putting himself in between Jarrett and the deeper portions of the crowd. Booker then rocks Jarrett with a hard right hand, sending The Chosen One staggering back towards the guardrail this time. Booker continues to beat the piss out of Jarrett, hitting punch after punch, rights and lefts, knocking Jarrett closer and closer towards the guard rail. Finally Booker takes a hold of Jarrett by the wrist, and spins the two around 180 degrees before whipping Jarrett into the guardrail, sending Jarrett crashing shoulder first into the metal!
Booker T walks over to the downed Jarrett, The Chosen One on his side, resting against the guardrail. Booker looks down at Jarrett, and kicks him right in the chest! Booker lays the boots to Jarrett, stomping down at him several times before grabbing Jarrett around the face and yanking him back up to his feet. Booker quickly grabs a hold of Jarrett and lifts him up onto his shoulders. Booker walks up right next to the guardrail, and then throws Jarrett off of his shoulder, sending him over the guardrail and back to the protective mats with a release death valley driver!
Now say, if this was anytime from 2004 on, some overrated shmuck would call that the FU; but it’s just a release DVD in a real man’s BTB. The crowd cheers as Jarrett writhes in pain on the ground, but he doesn’t stay there for long. Booker quickly hops over the guardrail and back to the protective mats on the ringside floor, and pulls Jarrett back up to his feet. Booker shoves Jarrett backwards right away, sending him staggering back along the aisle. Booker walks up to him then, and clocks him with a hard right hand! Jarrett staggers back more so, regaining his balance right where the mats join the bottom of the entrance ramp. Jarrett takes one quick look at Booker, and then at the entrance ramp and stage… and takes off!
Jarrett throws his arms at Booker, calling it quits, and turns his back to him and starts walking up the entrance ramp. The crowd boos Jarrett’s actions, but immediately start cheering as Booker T races after him! Booker catches up to Jarrett almost at the top of the ramp, knocking Jarrett down with a running forearm to the back of Jarrett’s head! Jarrett flops onto the metallic steel ramp, but Booker quickly pulls Jarrett right back up to his feet, and shoves him forward, sending Jarrett staggering up to the stage. Booker continues his pursuit, and hits Jarrett with a right hand to the back of his head. Jarrett stagger more along the stage, getting close to the entrance chute and the stage wall surrounding the chute. Booker quickly grabs Jarrett by the back of his head, and sends him running face first into the steel entrance stage wall! Jarrett staggers backwards from the stage wall, and right into a kick to the mid-section and a DDT onto the entrance stage from Booker T!
The crowd breaks out into cheers as Booker sits up and gets onto one knee, only to add an exclamation point to the assault with the Spinaroonie!
Booker pulls himself up to his feet as the crowd continues to cheer Booker T on, who then signals for the Harlem Axe Kick
! Booker simply waits for Jarrett to get up to his feet, pumping his arms up and down in the air, signaling for him to get up. Jarrett slowly starts to pull himself up to his feet, his torso bent over still, putting him in prime position for the Axe Kick. Jarrett finally reaches his feet fully, his torso still hunched over. Booker then goes for the Axe Kick, but Jarrett sees it coming and dodges it! Booker staggers at first from missing the Axe Kick, but gets both of his feet on the stage, only for Jarrett to kick him right in the groin! The crowd boos as Booker’s hands shoot down to his groin from the low blow, and Jarrett, ever the cheap opportunist, quickly grabs a hold of Booker. The Chosen One wraps Booker in a front face lock and lifts him up for what looked like a vertical suplex, but instead, slams Booker down face first onto the steel entrance stage with a front suplex!
Jarrett hunches over, taking slow, deep breaths, fatigued and still in pain from the ass kicking he has taken so far in the ten-plus minutes of the match. Jarrett shakes out the cob webs and walks over to Booker T, who is still down on the stage, holding his torso. Jarrett pulls Booker up to his feet, and knees him in the mid-section. Booker starts to keel over, and Jarrett grabs him by the head and reciprocates what Booker did to him earlier, ramming him face first into the entrance stage wall! Booker staggers away from the stage wall, but Jarrett quickly locks in a side head lock and starts walking across the stage to where it connects with the top of the ramp. Once reaching the top of the entrance ramp, Jarrett connects with a few left handed punched to Booker’s skull, and then continues walking them both down the entrance ramp. The two continue their march down the ramp, stopping once they reach the bottom of the entrance ramp.
Once Jarrett reaches his destination point, he looks to his right, and spots the announcer’s table. Jarrett walks himself and Booker over to the table, and Jarrett then rolls Booker on top of it. The Champion climbs up onto the table as well, and quickly pulls Book up to his feet on the table, Jarrett behind Booker all the while. Jarrett then wraps his right leg in front of and around Booker’s left shin and ankle, wraps his right arm around Booker’s upper back and right shoulder, and grabs a hold of Book’s left wrist, holding his arm out. Jarrett arches himself and Booker backwards before trying to launch themselves forward for The Stroke
. Jarrett tries to put Booker through the table with his finisher, but Booker blocks it! Booker stiffens his body and arches his legs and buttocks backwards, keeping his footing secure and steady. Booker then quickly fires his left elbow back at Jarrett’s face, connecting with three out of the four times he throws his elbow at Jarrett. The back elbow strikes force Jarrett to release his grip on Booker, and the Booker Man quickly turns himself so he is facing Jarrett. Booker hits Jeff with a quick right hand, and then shoves him, sending Jeff backwards and off the announcer’s table! The Chosen One lands on his feet, but Booker leaps right off the table and onto Jarrett, taking him down with a cross body block!
Booker rolls off of Jarrett, and the two men quickly get themselves right back up to their feet. Once on their feet, Booker hits Jarrett with a quick right hand, and grabs Jeff by the wrist. Booker tries to whip Jarrett to the left and into the ring stairs, but Jeff quickly foils Booker’s plans with a kick to the mid-section. Booker’s momentum to whip Jarrett dies, and Jarrett quickly grabs Booker and whips him the opposite way Booker tried to whip Jarrett, sending Booker T face first into the steel ring post! Booker leans against the ring post after the blow, staying on his feet instead of falling down to the mats. Jarrett walks up to Booker then, and quickly rolls him back into the ring. Jarrett follows suit, finally getting both men back into the ring. Booker rolls onto his back subconsciously, down and out from the impact of the ring post to his face and sternum. Spotting this, Jarrett quickly dives on top of Booker, pinning him. Randy Anderson finally has something to do, and he dives right into position to make the count…
T- KICK OUT!
The crowd lightly cheers the kick out, and Jarrett gets off of Booker, glaring at Anderson. He removes his gaze from Anderson shortly after, pulling himself up to his feet, only to kick Booker hard in the sternum! Jarrett kicks Booker in the torso several more times, each kick incredibly hard. However, Jarrett then grabs Booker by the hair, pulling him up to his feet. Jarrett immediately grabs Booker by the wrist and whips him into the corner, and proceeds to walk up to Booker in the corner. Jarrett places his hands on the second rope as he hunches himself over, and rams his right shoulder into Booker’s mid-section! Jarrett rams his shoulder into Booker’s ribs and sternum four more times, continuing to work over Booker’s mid-section. Jarrett walks out of the corner after the fifth shoulder thrust, and Booker staggers out of the corner as well, clutching his ribs. Jarrett quickly lifts Booker off his feet, however, picking him up so his stomach and face is facing the canvas… and Jarrett drops Booker’s torso right over his knee with a gut buster! Booker’s mid-section snaps off of Jarrett’s knee and he then flops onto his back on the canvas, and Jarrett quickly pins Booker, hooking a leg as well. Anderson makes the count…
TH- KICK OUT!
The crowd cheers for Booker kicking out again, and Jarrett gets right back up to his feet and glares at Anderson. Jarrett simply shakes his head at Anderson, believing Anderson is slow counting for him. Jarrett then pulls Booker back up to his feet, and hits him with a right hand. Jarrett then hits Booker with several more right hands, the blows eventually knocking Booker back into the ropes. Jarrett walks up to Booker and clocks him with a right forearm strike, and then grabs him by the wrist and whips him to the opposite set of ropes. Jarrett gives pursuit right away though, running behind Booker the entire time, so that when Booker rebounds off the ropes, he turns right into a knee to the abdomen from Jarrett! Booker groans in pain as he staggers out into the center of the ring, clutching his mid-section. Jarrett then grabs Booker from behind, lifting him up for seemingly a belly-to-back suplex, only to instead slam him forwards, smashing Booker’s face and torso incredibly hard off the canvas! Booker’s body smacks off the canvas with authority, and Jarrett quickly drop to his knees, rolls Booker onto his back, hooks a leg and makes a pin. Anderson makes the count…
THRE- KICK OUT!
The crowd breaks out into loud cheers with the kick out as Jarrett rolls off of Booker and immediately slams his fists off the canvas. Jarrett is really livid that Booker keeps kicking out of every move he executes, although he quickly gets right back up to his feet. Jarrett calls for The Stroke
again, wanting to finish Booker off right here and now. Jarrett quickly grabs a hold of Booker’s hair and pulls him right back up to his feet. Jarrett sets Booker T up for The Stroke, but before he can execute the finisher, Booker again scores with back elbows to Jarrett’s face, breaking him free of Jeff’s clutches. Jeff staggers away from Booker, who turns towards his side and leaps into the air… Harlem Side Kick… misses! Jarrett ducks Booker’s right leg, and Booker almost loses his balance from the HSK miss. Booker ends up back in front of Jarrett, and The Chosen One grabs a hold of Booker, arches backwards and then forwards… THE STROKE!!
The crowd starts to boo enormously loud, but the moment of hitting Booker with his finisher refills Jarrett with all of that ego of his, and instead of making a cover, Jarrett gets back to his feet. The Chosen One struts across the ring, right foot then left, always stepping in front of the other. Jarrett struts ring rope to opposite ring rope, gloating in his “victory” over Booker T. Finally, Jarrett walks over to Booker and pins him, ready to verify his “victory”. Randy Anderson makes the count…
THREE- SHOULDER UP!
The crowd explodes into cheers with Booker T kicking out of the pin, and Jeff Jarrett sits up in complete and total shock. Jarrett storms up to his feet and glares at Anderson, walking up to him and getting right in his face. Jarrett shouts at Anderson for slow counting, and demands he start doing his job, or else he’ll have Bischoff fire him, again. Jarrett orders Anderson to stop trying to cheat Jarrett because he’s nWo and Booker is a part of his precious
WCW. Jarrett continues to rant, for the sheer sake of ranting, but eventually turns his shoulder to Anderson, refocusing on Booker T, whose still down on the canvas, albeit it trying to get up. Jarrett walks over to Booker, picks him up to his feet, and proceeds to connect with multiple right hands to Booker’s forehead. Jarrett then takes Booker by the wrist, and whips him into the corner. Jarrett follows up by slowly approaching Booker in the corner, and connecting with two kicks to his mid-section. The Chosen One then climbs up to the second turnbuckle, standing over Booker. Jarrett slowly hits a right hand to Booker’s scalp, and yells out “One”
. The crowd starts to boo Jarrett as the Champion continues to hit slow right hands, counting them out for himself since the crowd boos him throughout this process. Jarrett reaches nine, and then pauses to shout out “The Chosen One”
to the Hotlanta crowd. The pro-WCW crowd boos Jarrett even more, and Jeff then throws down punch #10, but Booker blocks it! Booker catches Jarrett’s right hand in his left palm, and then quickly head butts Jarrett in the chest! Jarrett jumps off of Booker from the blow, landing on his back several feet away from Booker. Jarrett quickly gets up to his feet and blindly charges at Booker, trying to clothesline him, but Booker gets under Jarrett’s arm and lifts him up into the air… 110th Street Slam!
Both men hit the canvas after Booker’s modified Spinebuster, and after hitting his torso off the canvas from the 110th Street Slam, Booker rolls onto his back, desperately needing this time to recuperate from the blows he’s sustained in the match. The crowd is urging Booker T to get off his ass and pin Jarrett, but Book just doesn’t have the energy at this time to do so. Randy Anderson didn’t count when the two men were outside the ring, but with both men down & out in the ring, he starts a ten count! Anderson slowly makes the count, but Booker and Jarrett are unresponsive all the way up to five, and only after five do they start to show some life. As Anderson keeps counting (“Six”)
, Booker and Jarrett slowly start pulling themselves up to their feet (“Seven”)
. Booker and Jarrett both pull themselves up to a knee (“Eight”)
, and start to push off the canvas to get up to their feet (“Nine”)
. Before Anderson can reach ten, both men make the count of ten, back up on their feet!
Now back on their feet, Booker T and Jeff Jarrett stare at each other, fatigued and battered from the match. However, the two approach each other slowly, and Jeff Jarrett strikes first with a right hand! Booker staggers back a step, but retaliates with his own right hand. Jarrett takes the blow, but hits a second right hand, only for Booker to hit a second right hand to Jarrett as well. The Chosen One then hurls a third right hand that scores, only for Booker to quickly hit a stinging right hand to Jarrett that sends him staggering back two steps. Jarrett then tosses a fourth right hand, but Booker blocks it with his left forearm, and scores with another right hand! Jarrett staggers backwards, and Booker this two more big right hands, knocking Jeff Jarrett back into the ropes, on the side of entrance ramp and commentator’s booth. Booker quickly makes a running charge at Jarrett and connects with a thunderous clothesline, sending Jeff Jarrett up and over the top rope to the outside mats! Booker quickly throws his arms up and down in the air, trying to keep the crowd red hot throughout the match. Book then quickly exits the ring to the outside, and grabs Jarrett by the head, pulling him up to his feet. Booker rocks Jarrett with a hard right forearm strike, and then two more, sending Jarrett staggering away from him. Jarrett stops his momentum by grabbing onto the ring steps, hunching himself over and taking several deep breaths, seemingly forgetting about Booker T being just a few feet behind him. Booker pursues Jarrett, hits an overhead forearm to Jarrett’s back, and then grabs Jeff by the back of the head and rams Jarrett’s face of the top of the steel ring steps!
Jeff staggers back from the face-to-steel contact, only for Booker to drop him to the padded mats with a clothesline. Booker pumps his arms up & down in the air again, getting the crowd to make some noise. The challenger then walks back up to the stairs and starts fiddling with them, lifting the top half of the stairs, aka the actual stairs themselves, and discards them into the adjoining ringside aisle. Booker has his sights set on the flat steel base of the stairs. Booker then walks back over to Jarrett, who is already pulling himself up to his feet. Booker quickly lifts Jeff Jarrett up off his feet and over his shoulder into a gorilla press, and walks over to the steps; Booker is going to drop Jarrett right onto the steel base! Booker reaches the flat base of the steps to try and slam/drop Jarrett onto the steel, but The Chosen One starts to squirm, wiggling himself out of Booker’s clutches. Jarrett lands on his feet on the flat base, and surprises Booker with a quick kick to his gut… only top drop Booker with a sickening DDT onto the steel base!
The crowd groans at the spot, as Jarrett clearly one-upped Booker there. Jarrett laughs as the crowd groans, and Booker T rolls himself over onto his back, revealing a gash on his forehead from the spot; Booker T is bleeding!
Jarrett sees this and laughs even more, and proceeds to write ‘nWo’
in the air with his finger, furthering the crowd’s disapproval of Jarrett, showering him with jeers. Jarrett brushes the crowd’s antics off, and pulls Booker T back up to his feet. Jarrett uses his left arm to wrap Booker in a side head lock, and then drills Booker in his wound with closed-fisted right hands! Jarrett drags Booker across the ringside aisle towards the announcer’s table as he hits the straight right hands to Booker’s gash, deepening the cut and affirming more blood to exit Booker’s forehead. Jarrett reaches the announcer’s table, and hits Booker with one more straight right hand, a sixth one, before flipping Booker over his side and onto the announcer’s table. Jarrett then climbs up onto the announcer’s table as well, behind Booker. Jarrett quickly lifts Booker up to his feet on the table, and sets Booker up for The Stroke! Jeff Jarrett slowly arches his and Booker’s bodies backwards, but before he can fling themselves forward through the table, Booker rapidly fires off a back elbow at Jarrett’s face, connecting! Booker hits two more quick back elbow strikes to Jarrett, but The Chosen One doesn’t break his hold on Booker! Jarrett starts to drive them through the canvas, but Booker quickly flings his left leg backwards and into the air, drilling Jarrett in the groin with a low blow! Jarrett releases a hold of Booker, and Booker quickly switches their positions so Booker is standing at the edge of the table, facing Jarrett. Booker wraps his right arm over Jarrett’s chest and left shoulder… BOOK END THROUGH THE ANNOUNCER’S TABLE!!
The crowd explodes into cheers from the Book End, and Randy Anderson remains standing in the ring, twiddling his thumbs – apparently driving someone through a table is not grounds for a disqualification, or at least if the perpetrator’s name is Booker T, fan favorite. Both men lay among the broken fragments of the announcer’s table, and Mike Tenay and Gene Okerlund (yes, he is down at the table – has been for a while too) check on the two wrestlers, although they mainly check on Booker T, not Jarrett. The two men are down amongst the fragments for several extended moments, but finally, Booker T starts to show signs of life. Booker quickly sits up like nothing ever happened to him, and proceeds to pull himself up to his feet as equally fast. Booker steps out of the wreckage, nodding his head like an epileptic and slapping his right forearm off of his chest. As Booker nods his head up and down, his own blood splashes onto his arms, chest, and legs, making the entire scene much funnier than it really is. Booker then throws his arms back up into the air, getting the Hotlanta crowd to make even more noise than what their already making. Booker then walks over to Jeff Jarrett, who is still down and out amongst the wreckage, and pulls him back up to his feet. Booker keeps a hold of Jarrett by the back of his head, and leads them to the side of the ring, where he rolls Jarrett into the ring under the bottom rope. Jarrett rolls right into the ring and stays on his back, setting himself in a perfect position to receive a move off the top turnbuckle. Coincidence? You decide.
Booker T affirms it just might have been planned (it’s still real to me, damn it~!)
as he points up to the top turnbuckle that he is standing inches away from, shouting, “It’s time fo’ the Hangova’!”
Booker T then starts to climb up onto the apron, but as he does so, he looks over his shoulder for some reason, and spots Mike Awesome
sprinting out from the entrance chute! Booker quickly hops off the ring apron, and hurries over to that flat base of the ring steps. Booker struggles at first, but then does pick the ring steps up off the ground and over his head. Awesome reaches the bottom of the entrance ramp, only to spot Booker with the steel base over his head, causing The Career Killer to slam on the brakes. Awesome is already too close to Booker though, and Booker gets a running start at Awesome… and Booker T chucks the flat base of the steel stairs at Awesome! The base of the steps rams into Awesome’s chest, knocking Awesome right off his feet, the stairs landing on his chest! Awesome is pinned down on the ringside floor from the weight of the stairs!
Booker T then quickly hops back onto the apron and walks along it back to the corner he needs to get to. Booker climbs up to the first turnbuckle, and as he starts to climb up to the second, Stacy Keibler throws herself onto Booker’s right ankle!
Keibler hurried across the ringside aisle from the opposite corner of ringside to stop Booker after he took care of Awesome! Keibler tries to hold Booker up, but he quickly sends her off of him, using the same foot she has a hold of to shove her backwards and off of him. Stacy staggers backwards, only to trip over Awesome’s ankles, resulting in Keibler falling to the canvas!
Booker T finally continues his ascent to the top turnbuckle, but once he reaches the top and actually looks in the ring, Jeff Jarrett is already on his feet! Jarrett quickly throws himself onto the top rope, causing the top rope to wildly shake, and Booker can’t help but lose his balance, falling from his feet to his groin, crotching himself on the top turnbuckle! The crowd groans, and Jeff Jarrett hurries over to the corner, and climbs up onto the first turnbuckle. Jarrett starts to slowly lift Booker up to his feet, getting Booker back to his feet on the third turnbuckle as Jarrett climbs up to the third and final turnbuckle as well. Soon enough, both men are standing up on the third turnbuckle, and Jarrett wraps the groggy Booker in a front face lock. Jarrett wraps Booker’s right arm over his shoulder and lifts him off his feet and into the air… TOP ROPE SUPERPLEX TO THE CANVAS!
The crowd is torn between some cheers for the high-impact spot and jeers for Jarrett taking out Booker, although the boos are, of course, the majority. Both men are down and out on the canvas, Booker showing no signs of life while Jarrett has his eyes open and is taking slow, deep breaths. Jarrett continues to take deep breaths, before he quickly rolls on his side, draping his left arm over Booker’s chest! Anderson dives into position for the count…
THRE- KICK OUT!
The crowd explodes into cheers from the kick out, but this time there is no argument from Jarrett about a slow count. Instead, Jarrett slowly lifts himself up into a sitting position, running his hands over his face and through his hair. Jarrett almost crab walks his way to the ropes next to him, and starts using the ropes to help pull him up to his feet. All the while, Booker T is starting to get back up to his feet as well! Jarrett gets all the way back up to his feet, turns around to face Booker, only to spot Booker is almost up to his feet as well! Jarrett can’t believe it, dumbfounded that Booker has recuperated this quickly. Jarrett shakes himself back into reality, and walks up to Booker and hits him in the cranium with a weak right hand. Booker staggers back a step, and Jarrett hits another right hand before hitting a left forearm strike to Booker’s face. The Chosen One then grabs a hold of Booker by the wrist, and whips him across the ring and into the ropes. Booker rebounds off the ropes and comes back at Jarrett, and Jarrett lethargically goes for a clothesline, but Booker gets his head under Jarrett’s arm, wrapping his right arm around Jarrett’s torso and left shoulder all the while… BOOK END… no Book End! Jarrett quickly hits a side elbow strike, clocking Booker in the head! Jarrett hits two more elbow strikes, causing Booker to release his hold on Jarrett, staggering so he lands in front of Jarrett, his back to the Champ. Jarrett quickly launches into action, planting Booker with THE STROKE!!
The crowd is stunned silent, as Jarrett just hit a second Stroke out of nowhere! Jarrett rolls the bloodied Booker onto his back and drapes his torso across Booker’s… Anderson slides into position – this is going to be it!
THREE- SHOULDER UP!
The crowd storms to its collective feet, cheering their hearts out from the kick out! Jarrett slowly rolls himself off of Booker and into a seated position, where he once again runs his hands over his face and through his hair, this time seemingly on the verge of tears in frustration and anger at Booker kicking out. Booker is motionless on the canvas, seemingly drained now that the adrenaline left his body after the kick out. Jarrett stares around the Georgia Dome and ringside for one quick moment, and then lifts himself up to his feet. Jarrett, his back turned to Booker, doesn’t even bother to look at Booker or Anderson, instead walking to the ropes, and exiting to the outside of the ring. Jarrett takes a look at Awesome, still pinned under the ring steps. Keibler is trying to get the steps off of Awesome, but to no avail. Jarrett calls to the back for some help for Awesome, and walks off around the ring to the corner Stacy Keibler originally started in. Yeah, Jarrett wants help, but he won’t help his help. What a shmuck. Jarrett walks over to the corner adjacent to where the ring steps originally were, and picks up the object he was looking for, the acoustic guitar
. As Jarrett lifts the guitar up into the air, evilly staring at it, Curt Hennig
rushes out from the back, and proceeds to help Awesome in getting the stairs off of him. Meanwhile, Jarrett reenters the ring, still clutching the neck of the guitar. Anderson warns Jarrett not to swing the guitar, but Jarrett isn’t listening to Anderson; notice how Pee Wee has no problems in allowing Booker to put Jarrett through the announcer’s table, but Jarrett can’t use the guitar. Oh WCW.
Booker T slowly starts pulling himself up to his feet, blood continuing to flow from his forehead. Jarrett waits in the corner, holding the guitar by its neck, its body resting on top of his right shoulder. Booker finally staggers the rest of the way up to his feet, and Jarrett approaches Booker and swings the guitar at Booker’s face… GUITAR SHOT TO THE FACE… misses! Booker ducks the guitar, and Jarrett does a full 360 degree spin, the miss throwing him off his balance. Booker T quickly lands Jarrett with a kick to the mid-section, keeling The Chosen One over and causing him to drop the guitar. Booker quickly runs off the ropes and charges back at Jarrett… HARLEM AXE KICK!!
The crowd breaks out into loud cheers, and Booker starts to go for a cover, but Curt Hennig and Mike Awesome hop up onto the apron! Booker quickly sprints at them, and catches them off guard with a double clothesline! Hennig and Awesome fly off the apron, and Hennig lands hard on the protective mats, while Awesome lands back first on the flat base of the steel stairs!
With Hennig and Awesome taken care of, Booker hurries back over to Jarrett and makes the pin…
THRE- SHOULDER UP!
The crowd groans as Jarrett gets his right shoulder up off the canvas, Awesome and Hennig giving Jarrett enough time to kick out of the pin. Booker pulls himself off of Booker, and quickly lifts himself back up to his feet. Book wipes some of the blood off of his forehead, and then starts throwing his arms up and down at Jeff Jarrett, signaling for him to get up to his feet. Jarrett slowly starts to lift himself up to his feet, staggering all the way up to his feet, dazed and groggy as can be. Once he gets to his feet, he staggers right into Booker T, and Booker rocks him with a hard right hand! Jarrett staggers backwards, and Booker quickly leaps off of his feet, decking Jarrett in the upper chest with a beautiful dropkick! Jarrett staggers back into the ropes, and slowly rebounds off them and back into the center of the ring as Booker gets right back up to his feet… and Jarrett staggers right into another 110th Street Slam!
The crowd is all cheers, and Booker T quickly makes the cover! Randy Anderson dives into position…
CURT HENNIG PULLS BOOKER OUT OF THE RING!
The crowd erupts into boos, as Jeff Jarrett was not kicking out of the 110th Street Slam, but Hennig intervenes, saving Jarrett by grabbing onto Booker’s right ankle and yanking him under the bottom rope and to the outside! Curt Hennig quickly tries to plant Booker with a clothesline on the outside, but Booker counters, getting his under Hennig’s arm and wrapping his arm around Hennig… BOOK END TO HENNIG ON THE OUTSIDE!
The crowd breaks out into cheers as Booker takes out Hennig, and then he quickly walks over to Awesome. Awesome is trying to get up to his feet, and Booker quickly yanks him up the rest of the way. Booker grabs a hold of Awesome by the back of the head, takes a running charge towards the security guardrail, and sends Mike Awesome flying over the top rope and into the crowd, Awesome flipping over the guardrail and spiking his back off the concrete!
The crowd cheers, especially the portion that Awesome was just lawn darted into, but now the fact is, Awesome and Hennig have been taken out of commission by Booker T!
Booker wipes the blood out of his eyes again, and then marches back to the ring, not looking in the ring before he does so. Bad move on Booker’s part because as soon as he rolls into the ring under the bottom rope, Jarrett jumps him with hard stomps to Booker’s head! Jarrett had already recovered and gotten back up to his feet while Booker disposed of the two nWo lackeys, and is now stomping away on Booker. Jarrett prematurely cuts off his stomping attack off, instead hunching over and scooping Booker back up to his feet. Jarrett rocks Booker with a hard right hand, and then two more, sending Booker staggering. Jarrett quickly grabs Booker by the back of the head, and proceeds to ram his face off of the third turnbuckle pad; Booker staggers away from the corner after the blow, and Jarrett quickly turns on his heel and drops Booker with a clothesline. The Chosen One then looks to the outside of the ring, at Stacy Keibler, and nods at the sexy lady. Stacy nods in return, and slowly lifts herself onto the ring apron, where she starts to distract Randy ‘Pee Wee’ Anderson. Anderson tries to get Keibler off the apron, but while this goes on, Jarrett quickly unties the top turnbuckle pad, exposing the solid steel!
Anderson finally gets Keibler off the apron, and turns around to spot Jarrett lifting Booker T back up to his feet, the distraction thus working. Jarrett grabs Booker by the back of his head, and tries to slam Booker’s already busted open face into the steel, but Booker blocks it! Booker gets his hands around the top rope near the exposed steel and his right foot on the second turnbuckle stopping his momentum. Irregardless, Jarrett tries to slam Booker’s face into the steel a second time, but clearly to no avail. Booker quickly then hits Jarrett with a hard heel to the abdomen, and Jarrett lets go of Booker. The Booker Man releases his grips on the top rope and spins around Jarrett until he lands back behind him… and Booker smashes Jarrett’s face into the exposed steel!
Jarrett quickly drops to the canvas and curls into a ball after his forehead meets the exposed steel, and Booker backs away from the corner, fired up as the adrenaline starts to consume him. Booker quickly grabs Jeff by the hair, and yanks him up to his feet, revealing the fact that Jeff Jarrett is now bleeding from the face now too!
Booker hits Jarrett with a hard right hand, sending him staggering back two steps towards the center of the ring… and Booker leaps off his foot and drills Jeff Jarrett in the face with a Harlem Side Kick! Jarrett staggers back into the center of the ring, and Booker glares at Jarrett, nodding his head multiple times as he wags his finger at Jarrett in a Hogan-esque way. Booker then walks up to Jarrett, sets him up accordingly… and BOOKER T PLANTS JARRETT WITH THE BOOK END!!
The crowd is on its feet in cheers, urging Booker to make the cover, but Booker is on his right knee, nodding his head up and down in that epileptic type way again… SPINAROONIE! Booker T hops back up to his feet, nodding his head still as he points to the top turnbuckle – he’s going for the Harlem Hangover! Booker quickly exits the ring to the ring apron and starts climbing up to the top turnbuckle, reaching the top in no time. With the crowd on its feet, cheering like mad, Booker checks his footing on the top turnbuckle before standing up on his feet. Booker takes a deep breath and leaps off the top turnbuckle… HARLEM HANGOVER TO JEFF JARRETT!
THIS IS IT! Booker T takes a few seconds to recuperate from the flipping leg drop, and then makes the cover on Jarrett! Anderson makes the count…
HULK HOGAN PULLS RANDY ANDERSON OUT OF THE RING AS SCOTT HALL PULLS BOOKER T OUT OF THE RING!!
The crowd ERUPTS into boos as Booker T had this match won clear as day, but Hulk Hogan and Scott Hall have just fucked Booker over! Hogan quickly hits Randy Anderson with a hard right hand to the back of his head, knocking him down and out before Pee Wee could even see who his attacker was!
Booker T and Scott Hall immediately start exchanging hard right hands on the outside, but Booker quickly drops Hall with a thunderous right hand! Eric Bischoff
is at ringside as well, and starts directing traffic, ordering Hogan to get into the ring. Hennig and Awesome are still down and out though, over-selling what happened to them earlier. Booker T reenters the ring as well, and Booker and Hogan stare each other down in the ring. Booker and Hogan continue to stare each other down, and Scott Hall quickly reenters the ring as well! Hall and Hogan stand side-by-side, staring down Booker. The crowd starts to chant, incredibly loudly, “WE WANT NASH”
, as Booker continues to stare down the two nWo men. Finally, Bischoff orders for them to attack, and it’s a 1-on-2 brawl!
Booker T starts taking on Hall and Hogan, hitting rapid-fire right hands to both men, trying to take them both on by himself! Hogan and Hall take blow after blow, but they keep at it, hitting Booker simultaneously until Booker finally staggers backwards and into the ropes. Hogan and Hall continue to beat on Booker T, as the crowd continues its chant… AND HERE COMES KEVIN NASH!!
The crowd explodes into cheers as Kevin Nash marches down the ring, an angry snarl on his face! Kevin Nash means business! Hogan and Hall immediately spot Nash and back away from Booker, backing up to the opposite set of ropes, standing next to the still motionless Jeff Jarrett. Eric Bischoff moves out of the way to, running over to the ringside aisle to his right where Randy Anderson is, still down and out. Kevin Nash reaches ringside and dives into the ring, getting up to his feet and standing in between Booker T and the New World Order. The crowd is buzzing, and Nash glares at Hogan and Hall, the stare down going down for several seconds. Finally, Nash looks over his shoulder at Booker T, who pulls himself out from the ropes and stands side-by-side with Nash. The four men stare one another down, and Nash looks down at his feet, spotting the acoustic guitar to his left! Nash looks at it, and then back Hogan and Hall… and Nash picks up the guitar! Nash picks up the guitar and starts swinging like a mad man, pretty much just swinging at air. Hall and Hogan quickly high tail it out of the ring, exiting out between the second and third ropes behind them. Nash keeps swinging at the air, rage consuming him. Nash looks at Booker T and then at Jarrett on the ground and says to Booker, “Finish him off”. Nash continues to stare down Hogan and Hall on the outside as Booker T steps in front of Nash to walk over to Jarrett… AND KEVIN NASH BREAKS THE ACOUSTIC GUITAR OVER BOOKER T’S HEAD!!
The crowd starts going ape shit as Kevin Nash just broke the guitar over the back of Booker T’s head out of nowhere! Nash glares at Booker as Booker drops to the canvas, knocked out cold from the guitar to the head. Hulk Hogan and Scott Hall grin and start laughing as Kevin Nash quickly picks up the large guitar fragments and tosses them out of the ring. Kevin Nash then turns on his heel and walks over to the ropes that he entered the ring under, and climbs over the top rope to the apron and then drops to the ringside floor. Nash crosses his arms over his chest and watches everything unfold, a smirk forming in the corner of his mouth. Eric Bischoff pulls Randy Anderson up to his feet, and starts shaking him until he recuperates from Hogan’s earlier right hand. In the ring, Jeff Jarrett starts stirring, and quickly gets back up to his feet, using the ropes to help him up. Jarrett looks incredibly battered and beaten as blood flows from his forehead, Hulk Hogan and Scott Hall cheering Jarrett on. Back on the outside of the ring, Randy Anderson finally comes to, and looks around ringside and in the ring, noticing the plethora of nWo men at ringside, and Booker down and out in the ring. Anderson knows something cheap has gone down, and Bischoff grabs Anderson by the collar, looks him in the eye, and shouts at him, “Do your freaking job; get back in that ring and count the pins!”
Anderson slowly nods his head, fearing for his job. Pee Wee quickly enters the ring, just as Jeff Jarrett walks over to Booker T, The Chosen One finally fully recuperated. Jeff Jarrett quickly lifts Booker T back up to his feet, although it’s apparent Booker T is completely out of it. Jarrett grabs Booker’s left arm with his left hand and places his right hand on Booker’s right shoulder. Jarrett arches the two backwards and slams Booker T face and torso first into the ring… JARRETT PLANTS BOOKER T WITH THE STROKE!!
The crowd is booing like fucking crazy at the screw job that has gone down, but they can’t do anything about it. Jeff Jarrett rolls Booker T onto his back and covers Booker T. Randy Anderson slowly looks at Eric Bischoff, who threateningly nods his head. Anderson then starts to make the count, slowly but surely…
Jeff Jarrett has just retained the World Heavyweight Championship, thanks to a completely screw job by the New World Order, and Kevin Nash betraying Booker T!
Result: Jeff Jarrett def. Booker T to retain the WCW World Heavyweight Championship at 27:56
The crowd continues to go absolutely ape shit as Michael Buffer announces ‘The Chosen One’ Jeff Jarrett as the winner of the match, and still the Heavyweight Champion of the World. Eric Bischoff, Hulk Hogan, and Scott Hall all get into the ring, celebrating the victory with Jeff Jarrett right away. Stacy Keibler, Curt Hennig, and Mike Awesome soon follow, Hennig and Awesome both fully recovered now that the match is over. Kevin Nash continues to stand at the bottom of the entrance ramp, his arms still crossed over his chest as he stares down the 7 New World Order members celebrating in the ring. Kevin Nash unfolds his arms and walks around the ringside area until he reaches the timekeeper’s table. Nash grabs the World Heavyweight Championship Belt from a stagehand and places it in his right hand as he climbs onto the ring apron. Nash stares down the nWo members and then climbs over the top rope and into the ring. Nash evilly glares at the New World Order, and then starts busting up laughing! Kevin Nash is New World Order! He and Scott Hall must have been nWo all along; it’s all been a ploy! The crowd starts tossing their empty plastic beer cups and cardboard food trays into the ring, completely irate and furious at the ending of this match.
The nWo celebration is on as Kevin Nash hands over the World Heavyweight Title Belt to Jarrett, who embraces the Big Gold Belt to his chest. Bischoff digs into his leather jacket, and pulls out a can of spray paint! Bischoff hands the can of spray paint to Kevin Nash, who takes the can and walks over to Booker T. Scott Hall joins Nash, and rolls Booker T over onto his stomach. Hall holds Booker in place, even though it’s obvious Booker is KO’ed. Kevin Nash leans over Booker T’s back, and spray paints “nWo” on Booker T’s back! The crowd continues to go ape shit at what is going on, and Nash then walks over to Jarrett and his Belt. Nash asks for the Belt, and Jarrett gives Nash the Belt in return for the can of spray paint. Jeff Jarrett gives the can a few shakes while Nash holds the Title Belt, and Jarrett spray paints “nWo” on the center plate of the Belt! Nash and Jarrett swap the can of spray paint for the World Heavyweight Title, and as the New World Order continues its celebration, Eric Bischoff quickly walks over to the edge of the ring and gets a microphone from a stagehand. Bischoff then walks over to Nash, and hands the microphone to Big Sexy. Nash looks at Jarrett, then Hall, then Hogan, then Bischoff, then Booker T, and then finally the Hotlanta crowd. Nash then starts to shout into the microphone.
Kevin Nash: I’m not gonna explain all this for you sheep tonight, instead, I have just three simple words: WE’RE TAKIN’ OOOVVVEEERRR!
The crowd continues to boo like crazy as the trash being thrown at the ring starts to die down. Nash then tosses the microphone out of the ring, and then asks for everyone to stand along the edge of the ring, so he can have the center of the ring to himself. Booker T was originally in the center, but Randy Anderson has since rolled Booker T out of the ring, getting both of them out of harms way. Kevin Nash then proceeds to spray paint the center of the ring, in big, black letters, “nWo”. The New World Order is desecrating everything!
Mike Tenay: Oh my God! Gene, this can’t be happening!
Gene Okerlund: Professor, this has been the worst night in the history of World Championship Wrestling!
Mike Tenay: I know, Gene. Ric Flair has been screwed out of his job, retired forever! Sting has been brutally assaulted, his career and possibly his life is in jeopardy! And now, Booker T, our last remaining hope, has just been screwed out of the WCW World Heavyweight Championship! And Kevin Nash, the man who said Booker could count on, was with the New World Order all along!
Gene Okerlund: This was my first night I’ve commentated in a long time, Professor, and I can’t believe that with this return, I am saying that I think World Championship Wrestling has just lost the war to the New World Order! I think we’ve been defeated!
Mike Tenay: Fans… I hope, somehow, someway, you have enjoyed Starrcade tonight. It has been a night of disappointment and defeat for World Championship Wrestling, and I am afraid to know what is going to happen on Wednesday night when WCW Wednesday Nitro airs on NBC.
Gene Okerlund: I am afraid to know what will happen to… WCW has no one left to fight, it seems. We have lost our icons and our cornerstones, and we have no power to fight. I truly think the New World Order has already taken over!
Mike Tenay: Folks, this is all the time we have tonight, we have to send you off for the evening. However, tune in to Wednesday Nitro on NBC on Wednesday night, and hope and pray that WCW will be there, still alive. For ‘Mean’ Gene Okerlund, I am ‘The Professor’ Mike Tenay… goodnight everybody.
Gene Okerlund: …and may God have mercy on World Championship Wrestling.
As the shows starts to come to its close, the camera gets a close up shot of Kevin Nash, his face and right hand right up close. Kevin Nash shakes the can of spray paint and starts to spray paint “nWo” across the camera lense, the lense so small that the “nWo” takes up the entire screen. The black “nWo” spray paint consumes the entire camera, painting the screen black…
*END OF SHOW*
Billy Kidman def. Rey Misterio in a Last Man Standing match at 19:48
The Natural Born Thrillers def. The Young Lions to win the WCW Tag Team Championship at 12:01
Shane Helms def. Super Crazy to retain the WCW Cruiserweight Championship at 15:17
Mike Awesome def. Lance Storm to win the WCW North American Championship at 28:12
Hulk Hogan def. Ric Flair and Kevin Nash to win a World Heavyweight Title match and retire Ric Flair at 18:22
Scott Steiner def. Sting at 15:39
Jeff Jarrett def. Booker T to retain nWo World Heavyweight Championship at 27:56