NEW YEARS EVE RAW RESULTS: Chicago, IL
Dec 26, 2021 12:01:38 GMT -6
Post by Vince McMahon on Dec 26, 2021 12:01:38 GMT -6
The camera cuts to the back, where Mean Gene is standing in what looks like the backstage area near the parking lot. He has his usual attire on in a suit and tie, though the tie is a bright festive green.
Mean Gene: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this, the New Year’s Eve edition of WWF Raw. I have been told to expect a high-profile guest arriving tonight by limousine and--Oh, this must be them now. This is surely an important night, so you never know who could be coming to this edition of Monday Night Raw.
A limousine surely does arrive, a white one with blacked out windows. It rolls to a stop and after several long seconds the door opens to the sound of womens’ laughter. An alligator shoe emerges from inside and sets onto the pavement before--
Ric Flair: WOOOO!~
None other than RIC FLAIR emerges from inside, all smiles behind those expensive shades. Over his shoulder is his self-professed REAL world championship, and behind him come a pair of lovely ladies in slinky dresses who hang off his arms as an exasperated Okerlund looks on.
Mean Gene: Ric Flair? What is the meaning of this? I was told a high profile celebrity would be helping us ring in the new year. You are neither high profile nor a celebrity!
Ric takes off his glasses and pockets them, re-shouldering his Big Gold Belt before he fixes Gene with a stare. He confidently takes the microphone from him and turns back to the camera.
Ric Flair: NEW YEAR’S EVE! WINE, WOMEN AND SONG, WOO! And who else to ring in the new year than the Nature Boy, the world’s leading expert on all three! So when I’m not in the ring making a MOCKERY of that no-nothing Gambler, yours truly is gonna help you ring in the NEW YEAR by STYLIN’ and PROFILIN’! So I’m gonna bring these lovely ladies to my private dressing room, and we’re gonna get to some private dressing DOWN! WOO! Hahaha!
Gene makes a face as he goes, then exclaims and catches his microphone as it’s tossed back to him from off-screen.
NEW YEARS EVE RAW
LIVE! from The United Center in Chicago, IL
This very special late night New Years Eve edition of Raw opens up inside The United Center as the usual red lights illuminate the stage and entrance ramp area through the thick fog of the smoke machines and sirens blare throughout the building! We join Vince McMahon and Jerry "The King" Lawler, both wearing Happy New Year hats. Jerry blows on a horn and lets off a confetti popper as Vince welcomes everyone to the show.
Vince McMahon: Hello, everyone, and welcome to New Years Eve RAAAAAWWWW!! There's no rest for the wicked and there's no rest for the World Wrestling Federation, Jerry! While others are out celebrating the holidays and relaxing, the WWF is right here to continue to bring you the absolute best action in professional wrestling!
Jerry Lawler: That's right, McMahon! We're right here on the USA Network on New Years Eve and we're taking you all the way up until midnight!
Vince McMahon: Yes, indeed, Jerry! We finished off a very successful year for the WWF at In Your House 2: Seasons Beatings. There we saw "Made in the USA" Lex Luger defeat young Rocky Miavia to retain his world championship title! Other successful champions for the night were the television champion Bret Hart and the tag team champions Kevin Nash and Scott Hall retain their title belts as well!
Jerry Lawler: Yeah, but then we also saw some champs bite the dust, McMahon! Marty Jannetty dropped his intercontinental title to the seemingly unstoppable Sycho Sid and Crush was literally crushed! Haha! Taz is the new European champion and we also saw the formation of Team Taz when Rob Van Dam and Sabu, two more losers from Extremely Crappy Wrestling came out to congratulate him. And speaking of the formation of new groups here in the World Wrestling Federation, how about the new World order, McMahon? They destroyed Earthquake and Typhoon and then they destroyed our set! And I think Santa Claus may be dead! Did you hear the news? They had to hire a sub for Christmas Eve, McMahon! He was running behind, too! Some kids STILL haven't gotten their presents because of the nWo!
Vince McMahon: Jerry, that is one subject I do NOT want to touch. In fact, I believe ANY kind of comment regarding the nWo would be better left for the World Wrestling Federation legal team who is currently working diligently in a case against Kevin Nash, Scott Hall and Dustin Rhodes towards reimbursement for damages suffered at In Your House 2. But in response to your other statements, Marty Jannetty had one heck of a run with the intercontinental title and although I may not agree with how brash they are, his future is looking VERY bright with his new reunion with Shawn Michaels. The Rockers are ready to rock again, Jerry! But, unfortunately... Crush is looking to be out indefinitely. And the jury is still out on whether or not he will ever be able to compete in a ring again after what Taz did to him. Brutal stuff. But moving right along, congratulations to the new champions here in the World Wrestling Federation as well as those very talented superstars who were able to retain their titles! We ended the year with a bang and now... we are about to begin the new one with a bang!! You've made the right choice choosing us to celebrate the new year with, fans! Let's take it to the ring where the night's festivities are ready to begin!!
THE TRUTH COMMISSION VS. THE STATE PATROL
The match would start with Lt. James Earl Wright and Recon in the ring. Recon proved to be the obviously stronger man as he dominated Wright with strong strikes and slams and even hit him with a rebounded flying clothesline.
Wright would then try to get offensive. However, none of his punches even knocked Recon off the ground. Recon then hit him with a russian legsweep. Wright would then tag in his partner Sgt. Buddy Lee Parker. Parker would then try to bodyslam Recon to no avail. Recon would then hit Parker with a few hard hitting blows before tagging in the larger-than-life Kurrgan.
Kurrgan would then start tossing around Parker like a doll, hitting him with hip-tosses, scoop slams and suplexes. Kurrgan would then hit Parker with the spinning spinebuster! Kurrgan would then toss Earl into the ring and then tosses both men into the corner for a double chokeslam! Kurrgan then latches onto Parker with the Paralyzer! Parker then taps out at lighting speed, ending the match.
WINNERS BY SUBMISSION: Kurrgan and Recon, The Truth Commission
TAZ VS. THE BROOKLYN BRAWLER
As Brooklyn Brawler is already in the ring, Taz theme starts to play in the background and out comes the WWF European Champion Taz and flanking him is Rob Van Dam, Sabu and their manager Bill Alfonso. As Taz stays outside of the ring, RVD and Sabu are looking for a chair and table and bring it to the ring.
Sabu then throws the chair to Brawler and the moment he catches it, only to be greeted by a Vandaminator from RVD and Brawler goes down. As Taz stands on the apron looking pleased with the work, Sabu then sets up the table in the middle and puts Brooklyn Brawler on top of it. Both Van Dam and Sabu went opposite turnbuckle and goes to the top rope for them to do a double leg drop on Brawler and they started posing.
Taz then starts to enter the ring and that’s when they ring the bell and Taz, with insult to injury. Goes for the Tazmission and the ref quickly call for the bell to signal the end of the match and award the match to Taz.
WINNER BY SUBMISSION: Taz
As Taz stands in victory and everyone is in the ring, Taz requests for a microphone and Bill takes it and starts to speak.
Bill Alfonso: THE WINNER! BY THE TAZMISSION… THE EUROPEAN CHAMPION, TAZ!
He raises the belt up and Bill starts to speak.
Bill Alfonso: Look at the three men in the ring daddy! These three men are the epitome of Extreme and now that were on the big time daddy in the World Wrestling Federation and…
Rob Van Dam then takes another microphone and cuts Bill Alfonso from speaking.
Rob Van Dam: That right and now that Mr. Monday Night is on RAW, in the WWF. That means, I will be making more money…
Sabu then shoved Van Dam so that Van Dam could mention him.
Rob Van Dam: Chill Sabu, of course how could I forget you, my tag team partner and of course we're going sky high and aim for the WWF Tag Team Champion and at the end of the day, Rob Van Dam is going to be the one coming out as a victor.
Sabu then grabs Van Dam on his shirt as he smiles about it.
Rob Van Dam: Of you too, Sabu.
Taz then takes the mic from Bill Alfonso as it’s now his turn to speak.
Taz: Me winning the European Championship is just a stepping stone to the ultimate goal and that’s being the World Wrestling Federation Champion and with Van Dam and Sabu by my side, everybody is wondering. Why work with the people that you hate? Simple, they deliver. Did you see what happened to Brooklyn Brawler just now? That will be the future to those that are in our way and what you’re seeing here is Team Taz so those who dare to come for my European title and RVD and Sabu path to the Tag Title there’s only one thing you can do. BEAT US if you can, Survive… If we let you.
Taz theme starts to blast in the arena as they makes their way out of the ring.
RIC FLAIR VS. THE GAMBLER
The Gambler is already in the ring, when the lights get low and Also Spracht Zarathustra starts on the PA system. Ric Flair emerges from behind the curtain and strides slowly down the aisle, wearing a bright pink and white feathered robe with NATURE BOY in rhinestones on the back. Over his shoulder is the Big Gold Belt, which he gestures at and trash talks to fans lining the aisle about who the real world champion is.
Vince McMahon: I just want to take this moment to remind everyone that the title belt Ric Flair has there is in no way a true WWF championship. That is his personal property, and the current world heavyweight champion is none other than Lex Luger here in the WWF.
Flair wipes his feet on the apron and steps into the ring, making Howard Finkel remove his robe and give it to the timekeeper. He jaws at the Gambler and holds the title up for him as if to say he will never have it, then he WOOs and hands it to the timekeeper as well. The bell rings and they lock up, the Gambler getting a side headlock that Flair backs into the ropes to shoot him into the far side. The Gambler ducks a clothesline attempt and comes off with a forearm shot that knocks the blonde’s head back, then another before backing him into the corner. Flair ducks the third one and turns to light him up with a knife-edge chop across the chest. He lands another and another before the Gambler answers back by turning him back into the corner and catching him with a right hand. The referee steps in to break them up, and when he ducks under their arms to push them away from each other Flair gouges the Gambler right in the eye!
Jerry Lawler: Oh no, the ref didn’t see it! Someone get this guy out of here, he can’t help but take shortcuts even when he says he’s the best!
Flair pushes the ref out of the way and catches the Gambler with a chop block that crumples him to the canvas. He stomps the Gambler once and then comes off the ropes with the Harley Race style knee drop, and when he rolls to his feet he does his strut and the crowd boo him resoundingly. He waves them off and pulls the Gambler to his feet before catching him with another knife-edge chop, backing him into the ropes and whipping him into the opposite. Gambler takes his turn to duck a clothesline attempt and catches a wicked right hand that jaw-jacks the Nature Boy! He seems fine and scoffs at his opponent, turning to the referee… Before falling straight down on his face! The crowd have a laugh and the ref checks on him.
Vince McMahon: How can he be the real world’s champion when he can barely hold his own against the Gambler? No offense to the Gambler of course--
Flair gets to his knees and begs him off, the confident Gambler walking up… To a thumb to the eye! Flair was faking! He gets up and turns Gambler around to give him a quick Vertical Suplex, but he doesn’t go for the three. Instead he waves him up and sizes him up before landing another chop-block, then another, Flair picking him up to land him square with the Shin Breaker! He turns to the crowd with a big smile and a nod before he grabs the leg…
Jerry Lawler: Oh no, the Figure Four! One of the most dangerous, debilitating holds in pro wrestling! If he gets it cinched in…
Flair indeed does, and after a few seconds of trying to fight it the Gambler gives the verbal submission!
Vince McMahon: What a coward, what a terrible example this Ric Flair is! Nothing but a prima donna who has to cheat to win! I assure you, ladies and gentlemen, this is not the face we would ever want representing our company. Quote-unquote “real world champion” notwithstanding.
WINNER BY SUBMISSION: Ric Flair
COMMERCIAL BREAK #1
As this Special Edition of Monday Night RAW continues, the camera cuts backstage to a close-up of “Mean” Gene Okerlund. As Gene speaks, the camera zooms out to reveal his upper body standing in front of a Monday Night RAW backdrop.
Gene Okerlund: “Thank you Vince and Jerry! Well fans, as we have this Special New Year’s Eve Monday Night RAW, there is one man who should be celebrating a bit more than most here in the World Wrestling Federation. He SURVIVED in back-to-back contests against two clashing Monsters, and not only that, but I would also argue he PREVAILED! May I introduce the man facing Virgil tonight, Bret ‘THE HITMAN’ Hart!”
The camera zooms out to reveal Bret Hart standing next to Gene. The Hitman is already dressed in his in-ring gear while he also dons his leather jacket and Hitman shades. The smile is on Bret’s face is contrasted by Bret gripping his taped-up ribs. It seems obvious that the damage to his ribs at the hands of Vader were no doubt further aggravated in his match with the Undertaker. Of course, he also has the Television Championship draped over his shoulder to decrease any further weight that could possibly damage his visually injured ribs.
Gene Okerlund: “Well Hitman, let me ask you here – last night had one of the most heroic performances by both you and your opponent – THE UNDERTAKER! Both of you were no doubt injured, you were both no doubt lacking from your normal status, but both of you came out to wrestle face-to-face like men! My question for you, Bret, after last night did your opinion of the Undertaker change?”
Gene moves the microphone over towards Bret so he can answer the question.
Bret Hart: “Well, Gene, I’ll be honest. I had so much respect before that match for The Phenom, that I don’t think I COULD have gained more! He has proven night in and night out to be a GREAT wrestler. Let me add, last night, his injuries were just the same severity as mine. His back still no doubt lingers in pain from the assault Vader inflicted. With that said though, no matter how great Undertaker is, last night I PROVED I am the BEST! I respect him, I would be happy to fight him again with us both one hundred percent. The truth is, a man like the Undertaker, he has a fighting chance against ANYBODY! But last night, he COULDN’T beat me!”
Gene moves the microphone back to himself as he continues the interview.
Gene Okerlund: “Well Bret, that is definitely the case as you beat The Phenom in a very close contest. Tonight though, you’re moving towards the New Year facing off against a veteran with a much different background to the Monsters you have been facing lately. He’s not six-foot-ten or three hundred plus pounds, but he IS a veteran in this sport. He IS a former Amateur Wrestling champion and a man who DESERVES respect! Tonight, you’re going to be facing in a non-championship match, against Virgil!”
Bret Hart nods approvingly as Gene moves the microphone again towards Bret. However, before The Hitman can answer, from off-screen Virgil walks into the shot. Bret and Virgil look eye to eye for what feels like ages as Gene raises the microphone back towards himself.
Gene Okerlund: “WAIT A MINUTE HERE! Virgil, this Television time has been allotted for Bret alone!”
As Gene speaks, Virgil and Bret do not move their eyes from each other. Virgil then motions for the microphone to be moved closer to him.
Virgil: “Hitman, Bret Hart, dare I say SNAKE. You may have been able to trick these people. Hell, you seem to have tricked our World Champion from seeing who you REALLY are! However, I know you, Bret. I know who you ALWAYS have been! I was there with Ted when we would stop by your father’s house. I was there at Stu’s seeing the GREAT Bret Hart kick men in the HEAD while they were held down! You may try to position Jim Cornette as being the SNAKE who tricked you. I know the truth though. Tonight, I WILL prove the TRUTH as I hereby CHALLENGE you for the TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!”
Gene quickly moves the microphone back to himself; however, Bret speaks quickly and loudly even to where the camera can catch his response.
Bret Hart: “YOU’RE ON! I’ll PROVE to you and everyone else I AM who I say I AM! That I AM the BEST! You get President Monsoon to sign off on the match, I’ll sign the dotted line!”
Gene Okerlund: “Fellas! Wait a minute! You will need- Bret! Wait!”
Virgil nods as Gene continues to interject, and Virgil walks off screen. The scene fades back to the arena after having another close-up this time on Bret’s face while we hear Gene Okerlund still rejecting the idea in the background.
Sycho Sid
“WHAT DID I TELL YA?! Marty Jannetty didn’t stand a chance, and look at me, the WWF Intercontinental Champion of the WORLDDDD!”
Sid screams and trembles as the intensity overtakes his body. He then brings himself to a more calm state of mind to finish his thoughts.
Sycho Sid
“I want you all to take a good, long look at this title around my waist. Not only am I the Intercontinental Champion, but I’m also UNDEFEATED in this company. There’s not a man in this company who can dare match me, and I will be the champion for years to come! Everything I’ve said I would do, I’ve done since I got here! Now, my reign as Intercontinental Champion will be the most DOMINANT reign in WWF HISTORY! Hahahaha!”
Sid’s eyes widen as he tries to control himself, but his tone of voice raises yet again.
Sycho Sid
“NOBODY CAN STOP ME! I told you that this was the FATE of the World Wrestling Federation! No matter who tries to take this belt from me, they’ll all FAIL! SO, BRING IT ON! I plan on being Intercontinental Champion FOREVER! Try to stop ME! For I am the MASTER…AND RULER…”
Sid inhales deeply through his nose, and exhales out of his mouth before uttering his final words…
Sycho Sid
“… of the WORLD.”
And with that, he begins laughing as only Sid can when he’s totally unhinged. According to Sycho Sid, the fate of the WWF is sealed and no one can stop him. Who will be the next man to step up and challenge for the Intercontinental Championship?
JIM DUGGAN VS. ROAD BLOCK
The crowd goes wild as they witness an old favorite in “Hacksaw” Jim Duggan make his return to the ring in this New Year Eve showdown between two of the biggest and toughest men in the sport. The bell rings and Duggan and Road Block walk to the center of the ring and face off, exchanging words back and forth inaudible to the camera. The two get heated, then start exchanging blows! The two brawl all around the ring going back and forth with Duggan eventually gaining the clear upper hand. Hacksaw then hits the ropes… and comes in with a running clothesline but it barely moves Road Block, the big man swatting Duggan off like a fly. Duggan, tongue wagging out of his mouth, then positions himself in the three point stance… and hits him with a three point stance tackle, sending him stumbling back slightly, his arms flailing wildly.
Duggan looks to his left, then his right as he throws a big thumb up in the air and the fans all reciprocate! “USA!” Duggan yells, prompting the fans in attendance in Chicago to start a “USA! USA! USA!” chant! He then rears back again in the three point stance… THREE POINT CLOTHESLINE! ROAD BLOCK IS DOWN! Duggan hops on top of the fallen giant, getting the 1… 2… 3! Duggan grabs his two by four and hoists it up in the air as the ref holds his other arm high! Duggan lets out a huge “HOOOOOOO!” as the fans repeat after the American hero!
WINNER BY PINFALL: Jim Duggan
After the big surprise return of “Hacksaw” Jim Duggan to in-ring competition, we find Todd Pettengill standing in the backstage area, right behind the entrance curtain.
Todd Pettengill: Wow, fans! What a nice surprise here on New Years Eve, “Hacksaw” Jim Duggan is back in the World Wrestling Federation! Can you believe it?! I’m standing right here behind the curtain that Hacksaw should come walking through at any minute and–
Pettengill is abruptly cut off as “Hacksaw” Jim Duggan comes wildly stomping through the curtain, swinging his two by four around wildly! Pettengill ducks and barely misses the wrath of Duggan’s wood! Jim, tongue out wagging, sees Todd out of the corner of his eye and quickly turns around and changes course, coming back to speak to the loveable WWF Mania host and backstage interviewer.
Jim Duggan: TODD! Todd, how are you doing, buddy? It’s a pleasure to meet you, “Hacksaw” Jim Duggan’s the name, and I’m a big fan! I watch Mania every Saturday morning! It’s my favorite, right behind The Flintstones! HOOOOOO!
Duggan extends his hand out to Pettengill, offering a shake which Todd happily accepts.
Todd Pettengill: No sir, the pleasure is all mine, Jim! What a return to the ring, making such quick out of such a large man in Road Block! I think I speak for the entire WWF fanbase when I say welcome back! What are your plans moving forward?
Jim Duggan: Moving forward?
Duggan places his balled up fist under his chin in a thinking position. He then scratches his head and stares off into the distance blankly.
Jim Duggan: Gosh, I guess I really haven’t thought about that, Todd. I’m just happy to be right back here in the WWF doing what I love in the greatest country on God’s green earth in the greatest city on God’s green earth tonight right here in Chicago, Illinois in the USA! … USA! USA! USA! USA! USA!
Duggan starts marching circles around Todd Pettengill, waving his two by four around like a baton as Todd Pettengill stands in the middle of his path nervously, Duggan continuing to chant USA endlessly.
Todd Pettengill: Well there you have it, fans! “Hacksaw” Jim Duggan! This is New Years Eve Raw and we’ll be right back after this short break from our sponsors!
COMMERCIAL BREAK #2
THE FOLLOWING ANNOUNCEMENT
HAS BEEN PAID FOR BY THE NEW WORLD ORDER
A grainy black-and-white shot of the newly formed trio of Dustin Rhodes and The Outsiders flashes onto the screen as they stand in front of a massive pile of the spray-painted wreckage from the set from Seasons Beatings. A highlight package of their violent assault plays projector-style on the wall behind them and the New World Order theme song begins thumping softly over the scene as Hall throws his arms over the other two men's shoulders.
Scott Hall: Hey YO...do you guys SMELL that? Oh wait...it's just us...'cause we're the SH-
Hall is then quickly cut off by the first of many jump cuts, switching between the three superstars in classic nWo segment style as they hang out on the set.
Kevin Nash: Fully loaded, ready to bust, we tick off, it pays off. We have the right to claim what belongs to us, and we'll continue to put money in our pockets, we're the ones who set the costs.
Scott Hall: Talk to 'em, KID!
Hall throws both index fingers up to the sky before pointing them both violently at Rhodes.
Dustin Rhodes: You know, my phone has been blowin' up, everybody's hounding me, and the world wants to know... just what I was thinking joining these two guys here after they took the world tag team titles right out of my hands.
Kevin Nash: After Jim Ross, Dusty, Dibiase, I.R.S., Earthquake, Typhoon and Santa, I tend to ask myself a question .. Where is the competition? I have the impression that we scare the tag team division!
Dustin Rhodes: After Big Kev knocked my daddy out cold with a pair of brass knucks.... And all I've gotta say is brass knuckles? chuckles Is that all? Didn't you see what I did to that fat bastard?
Scott Hall: Ya know, I wanna APOLOGIZE to all the KIDS whose houses Santa wasn't able to visit this Christmas...but if you WANT, you can go visit HIM...cause he's still in the HOSPITAL in BOSTON...
Dustin Rhodes: We've got my boys Scott and Big Kev holding down the tag team division... dominating every single team in the entire company. There's no stopping The Outsiders...
Scott Hall: Dustin, if you would do us the HONORS...of christening the BRAND NEW...N Dubbya Oh...World Tag Team Championships...
Dustin nods with a smirk as he shakes the can of paint in his hand, eyeing the title belts Hall and Nash are holding out in front of them. He tags Nash's, and then Hall's, with the group's graffiti-style insignia, bringing a smile to the faces of all three men as the champs throw their belts back over their shoulders.
Scott Hall: I'm diggin' it the MOST...that's two DOWN...four to GO...
Dustin Rhodes: ...and now that I'm nWo and I'm nWo for life... it's time for me to do my part.
Kevin Nash: The new and improved nWo is finally formed, and the rest of the World Wrestling Federation is now on warning. If you're not with us, you're against us. That hasn't changed at all.
Dustin Rhodes: That means I need some gold around my waist... and I'm calling out YOU, Bret Hart!
Scott Hall: Oh, no he DIDN'T!
Kevin Nash: We're just a few days into the New Year, the year we're going to dominate the wrestling business, and take it to another level. I can't wait to see who will step up and stand in front of us!
Dustin Rhodes: Bret Hart, you signed your name on the dotted line and you committed to the European Tour over the holidays. You know, I don't blame you. With those dumbass kids and your busted ass horseface wife I wouldn't want to be at home on Christmas either.
Scott Hall: I TOLD you this kid was gold..
Dustin Rhodes: But you see, I've signed my name, too. And in Europe, after I get through seeing the sights and living it up like ONLY the nWo can do... I'm gonna take that sweet Television title right off your hands, bud.
Scott Hall: Did somebody say SWEET?! 'Cause everybody knows when you're N Dubbya Ooh...and when you're N Dubbya Ooh..FOR LIFE...it's just...too...
Hall, Nash and Rhodes: SWEEEEET!!!
The three men all raise a hand and meet in the middle with a Too Sweet as the camera slowly pans up to the video playing on the wall. The music slowly fades out as the segment fades to black.
THE PRECEDING ANNOUNCEMENT
HAS BEEN PAID FOR BY THE NEW WORLD ORDER
VADER VS. WELL DUNN
*A screeching guitar riff hits the PA system as the onlooking crowd reacts with slight interest. At this point, they're just happy to see wrestlers entering the scene for a match. After a smattering of applause, the tag team of WELL DUNN emerge from behind the curtain. Timothy Well and Steven Dunn do their best to seem as hyped as they possibly can as they shake their fists at the indifferent crowd before entering between the ring ropes. Taunting to the crowd the best they can, it's obvious to anyone watching along that these two guys don't exactly "move the needle", and, in fact, barely move folks from their seats. As the crowd gets ready for whoever will be entering next, Timothy Well grabs a microphone.*
LAWLER: Geez this guy's getting on the mic? Awfully bold of a nobody, McMahon.
MCMAHON: Ha-ha! You can say that again, King!
*After about a 30 seconds of Timothy Well pretending to get any semblance of a crowd response, he finally starts talking.*
WELL: Tonight, WELL DUNN is here to prove that we are the very best of the best!
*Some fans applaud, some boo out of pure boredom, others remain as silent as they had been previously.*
DUNN: That's right! We're not taking any guff, any more!
WELL: Any team in the back... if you want a piece of us, then come on out! This is an open challenge!
*The crowd is slightly interested but the silence following the open challenge quickly sends them back to the status quo. But then...
IT'S TIME
The crowd perks up, surely it can't be....
IT'S TIIIME
It is, it really is! The crowd begins cheering loudly.
IT'S. VADER. TIME!!!
The crowd erupts at the sight of a man they love to hate, the embodiment of power - BIG VAN VADER! Usually this man is a heel and would never receive praise from a live crowd... but on this night, the crowd is just happy to see a top talent here on the final WWF broadcast of the year.*
MCMAHON: WOW King do you see this!?
LAWLER: How would I miss him, McMahon!? That's.... THAT'S VADER!
MCMAHON: BIG VAN Vader to be exact King, and he doesn't look happy!
*Vader approaches the ring, giving out a few rare fist bumps to the members of the crowd willing to request one as he makes his way down the aisle.*
*Vader steps through the ropes as the bell rings. Howard Finkel tries his hardest to announce the competitors of the match but both members of WELL DUNN attack Vader during the introduction ceremony. The crowd loves what they're seeing, mostly because they know what's coming. For a few fleeting seconds, it seems Well Dunn will get the better of the BIG VAN, but it doesn't take long for Vader to begin unloading lefts and rights on his less-experienced opponents.
Timothy Well goes down in a heap after his nose begins gushing blood. Usually, this would be a no-no on WWF programming but for the New Year's Eve Raw, it seems WWF is skirting the line. Regardless, the blood becomes so extreme that Timothy Well can't see. A legit crimson mask from a broken nose. Adding insult to injury, Vader rakes his boot across Well's nose despite the bloody man clearly wanting nothing else to do with the match.
Steven Dunn sees this and immediately attempts to redeem his fallen partner's pride but ends up just taking a STIFF lariat that would make even Stan Hansen cringe. Vader lifts Dunn back up and hits him with equally stiff lefts and rights before the jobber's eyes are swollen shut.*
MCMAHON: Oh my god! Somebody end this, it's becoming academic!
LAWLER: I don't know how much more of this I can stomach, McMahon.
*Vader lifts Dunn up and POWERBOMBS the poor sonofa. Dunn allows his limp body to roll out of the ring. Unfortunately for Well, Vader lifts his bloodied body up, hits him with even more stiff strikes directly to the blatantly broken nose, before hitting him with ANOTHER POWERBOMB.
Although the match is surely over, Vader still drags the lifeless body of Timothy Well over the corner. He then climbs out of the ring to retrieve the equally limp body of Steven Dunn, throws him into the ring, and piles him on top of his down-and-out tag partner. Climbing to the top rope, Vader NAILS a huge top rope MOONSAULT.*
LAWLER: Oh my god, did you see that McMahon!? He just hit him with a MOONSAULT!
MCMAHON: Oh I saw it King, what a maneuver!
*Vader pins both men at the same time as referee Earl Hebner makes the count.
1....
2....
....3! *
MCMAHON: THAT'LL DO IT MY GOD! WHATAMATCH!
LAWLER: Match!? What match!? We just witnessed a homicide!
*As quickly as he entered, Vader exits the ring having left chaos in his wake. With the blood of his opponents still fresh on his finger-less MMA gloves, Vader fist bumps even more fans on the way out. Apparently tonight, on NEW YEAR'S EVE, the crowd were just out for blood! Vader flexes one last time at the top of the ramp as his music fills the arena, before stepping behind the curtain - mission accomplished.*
WINNER BY PINFALL: Big Van Vader
The camera comes back to the locker room of the Nature Boy, he freshly showered and wearing a towel around his neck. He is all smiles, the lovely ladies from before seated on couches in the back seeming amused by their surroundings.
Ric Flair: I told you I’d put down everyone you put in front of me! Gambler! Mountie! Lex Luger, you’re next if you’ve got the GUTS! Next year, WOO, next year is gonna be Ric Flair’s year. As soon as that ball drops and the clock hits twelve, it’s gonna be Ric Flair’s time! So have some champagne on me, Luger, HAVE SOME PRIME RIB, BRET HART! Because this is gonna be the last year that the WWF world champion is gonna be on top of the world! WOO!
He turns and sits on the couch and the ladies play their hands over him, he throwing the towel at the cameraman to shoo him out of the room.
BRET HART VS. VIRGIL
WWF TV TITLE MATCH
The two men stand in opposite corners as Bret kisses the Championship belt before handing it off to the Referee. Both men look towards the Championship that the referee raises above his head. The referee asks both men if they were ready to start the match and with both nodding the bell rings! Both men square up against each other with a quick collar-and-elbow tie-up starting the contest off. Bret immediately transitions from the maneuver into a side headlock gaining control of the contest. He further gains leverage by smartly kicking the back of Virgil’s inside leg, forcing Virgil to drop to one knee! The pressure deepens as Bret then sweeps his hips and forces Virgil into a snapmare from Bret’s side. With Virgil downed, Bret continues the side headlock and tightens the hold!
BAM! Virgil, in desperation, uses his inside elbow to hit the ribs of Bret! Everyone and the hard camera catch the exaggerated elbow as Bret is forced to release the hold and rolls quickly under the bottom rope. Virgil, taking a few moments to get his wits back about him, gets back to his feet and dropkicks Bret directly in the left side of his ribs knocking him to the floor! Bret lands with a thud and appears to have fallen on the injured ribs! Virgil knowing that he can’t win the championship by a count-out slides under the ropes to the opposite side and silently waits for Bret to gather to his feet. By the count of four, Bret rises as Virgil quickly runs off the steps and spears Bret to the floor! The crowd go crazy at the impact as Bret again clinches at his hurt ribs. Virgil screams here at Bret “YOU CAN’T LIE OUT OF THIS ONE!”
At the count of six, Virgil grabs Bret by the hair and slides him back into the ring and calmly rolls in after him. With a quick and aggressive pin, Virgil only gets the count of two with Bret kicking out still gasping for air. “OKAY, MORE BEATING FOR THE HITMAN!” Virgil stomps the inside ribs of Bret as Bret lets out an extremely loud scream. Virgil follows again stomping Bret in the ribs four more times. As the crowd begin cheering for Bret here, Virgil turns to them and yells again “I AM TRYING TO HELP YOU!” A Bret chant goes across the arena as Bret must use the ropes to get back to his feet. Virgil catching this late, runs at the Hitman and attempts a cross body. Bret counters this by falling to the mat and pulling the ropes down! Virgil goes tumbling down to ringside! Grasping his ribs, Bret scoots to the nearby corner and uses the turnbuckle to help balance his breath. He then slides under the ropes again and rolls Virgil in this time at the count of four. Determined to win this right way, Bret goes for the pin but only gets a one and three quarters.
Bret again goes to the ropes to pull his body up as he catches Virgil as he was bent over trying to help himself up! Bret puts Virgil’s head between his legs and immediately transitions into the Piledriver! The crowd goes crazy as a “GET HIM, BRET!” can be heard from the audience. Immediately Bret goes for the pin, but the resilient Virgil kicks out at a late two! Bret looks on with a calm expression as he again pulls back to the turnbuckle. Bret’s plan becomes more obvious. As a result of his injury Bret paces himself like he did against the Undertaker. Pulling himself back up, Bret nails a pointed elbow to the upper body of Virgil and again uses the momentum to pin him. This time a shorter two count. As Bret is now forcing himself up with his will and the help of the ropes, Virgil is getting himself back up using his own body. This allows Virgil to get up first, and he approaches Bret and grabs the Hitman by the hair. Locking his arm around Bret’s throat he then sweeps Bret’s legs and hits him with an inverted Russian Leg Sweep! He forces the weight of his body to land towards the ribs of Bret Hart! Again, we hear a scream in pain as Bret rolls to his side to grab his ribs. Not missing a beat, Virgil turns Bret over and tries to lock the arms of Bret for the Camel Clutch! However, as he gets one arm and goes for the second, Bret’s instinct of biting Virgil’s hand kicks in! He then sweeps Virgil’s legs and locks Virgil immediately into the Sharpshooter! Only a few moments go by before Bret gets Virgil to submit to the pain of the hold! Bret drops the legs of Virgil and falls to the mat holding his ribs the damage still done from Vader’s assault a few weeks ago.
As the referee grabs the Television Championship and lays it gently to Bret’s right, Bret finally grabs the ropes and pulls himself back up. On the other side, Virgil is doing the same, holding his back and legs from the damage caused by the Sharpshooter. Both men stare across from each other as Virgil nods approvingly and reaches his hand out to Bret. The Hitman’s music echoes throughout the arena as both men shake hands and Virgil lifts Bret’s hand up in victory.
WINNER BY SUBMISSION: Bret Hart
COMMERCIAL BREAK #3
Production cuts backstage where we find the always annoying WWF correspondent Todd Pettengill. With a face only a mother could love and wearing a dumb happy new year hat and oversized goofy glasses he stands beside one third of the newest and surely to be the most dominate stable to EVER grace the World Wrestling Federation with its presence, the new World order!
Todd Pettengill: Fans, beside me stands the… intimidating Dustin Rhodes. Indeed as of late I would label you as intimidating, Dustin. Maybe even borderline bullying with –
Dustin, in new black and white nWo ring gear and jacket, throws his hand up directly in front of the much smaller Todd Pettengill’s face, silencing his interviewer immediately. He snatches the microphone out of his hand and points his finger at Pettengill’s chest, poking him repeatedly.
Dustin Rhodes: You know what? I would watch my mouth if I were you, punk! You call it bullying? What I’ve done… what the new World order has done? Is that right?
Todd Pettengill: Well ye–
Dustin Rhodes: Nobody gives a damn what you think, Pettengill! The bottom line is that no matter how we get there, at the end of the day the new World order is going to be standing tall above the wreckage and destruction that we create all along the way! Just like Ted DiBiase and IRS. Just like Earthquake and Typhoon. Just like my fat ass good for nothing daddy and just like… well, just like jolly old Saint Nick himself, EVERYONE who opposes the new World order… Anyone who opposes The Natural… will fall! It’s a new year, Pettengill. And it’s going to be the year of the nWo! In fact, how about I stop talking and let my actions speak for themselves? I’ve got work to do.
The young Dustin shoves Todd’s microphone back at him, digging into his chest. Pettengill lets out a loud “Oof!” before taking it back. Dustin begins to march off towards the curtain for his match that’s next up on this very special New Years Eve edition of Raw! Before he gets too far away Pettengill calls out, pleading for him to come back.
Todd Pettengill: Dustin! Dustin, hold on! Please! Real quick before you go, I just have one question. Everyone saw the video package from the new World order earlier tonight. Your challenge for Bret Hart… is that for real? Is that happening?
Dustin immediately stops in his tracks, smirks, and turns back around. He walks up to Todd Pettengill and grabs his bowtie, straightening it up. He then grabs it tighter and almost pulls Pettengill off his feet with it! He looks the now terrified Todd deep in his eyes and answers his question.
Dustin Rhodes: What do YOU think? HUH?! Yes, of course I’m for real, you idiot! In fact… I’ve already got the paperwork signed. Thanks to our dear old President of the World Wrestling Federation himself, Gorilla Monsoon, of course! So it’s as good as done! When the WWF makes its way to Europe for the European Rampage Tour, that sweet sweet television title is as good as mine! And Bret Hart’s career… will be SMASHED and crumble into a million pieces under my boot!
Dustin releases his hold on Todd’s bowtie and grabs his dumb new year glasses, throwing them on the ground and crushing them with his black cowboy boot! He then slaps the hat off Pettengill’s head as cameras cut back to the ringside area.
DUSTIN RHODES VS. JERRY FLYNN
Jerry Flynn started the match off optimistic and full of energy as he unloaded with stiff kicks to the shins and ribs of the nWo member. We would quickly find out, however, that they had little effect on a wrestler the caliber of “The Natural” Dustin Rhodes! Dustin shrugged off the pitiful offense of Jerry Flynn, grabbed him by his face, and shoved him into the turnbuckle in the corner of the ring! Flynn then tried his best to cover up as Dustin laid into him with lefts and rights to the face and ribs! He then set up Flynn, hanging each leg over the ropes, spread wide. The crowd let out a mixture of boos and cheers, showing the fans split on how they feel about the new World order, as Dustin stepped back… and then charged forward unleashing an UNNATURAL KICK that seems to have crushed the testicles of Jerry Flynn!
Flynn let out a blood curdling scream, heard throughout the entire United Center! He slumped over, falling face first onto the mat! Rhodes wasted no time and showed no mercy, picking him up and finishing him off with a Final Reckoning and then making the cover for the easy 1-2-3! Your winner of the match, Dustin Rhodes! As the bell rang and the nWo theme played over the arena’s PA system Dustin rolled out, grabbed a can of black spray paint, and rolled back in to brand the letters nWo across the back of the fallen jobber.
WINNER BY PINFALL: Dustin Rhodes
REPO MAN VS. MIKE BELL
The bell rings and the two men lockup. Mike gets the advantage early by stomping the foot of Repo, and then going immediately into a headlock take down.
Repo Man begins to fight back and is eventually able to stand. He then shoves Bell towards the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a huge back body drop.
Repo Man then goes to work on Bell by picking him up and delivering a skull crushing headbutt followed by a short-arm clothesline.
Later in the match Repo Man was still on the offensive after a series of punishing blows and kicks to Bell in the turnbuckle. As Bell stumbled out from the turnbuckle, Repo caught him in a huge sidewalk slam. Repo Man went for the pin but purposely broke it at the two count as the fans booed heavily.
The ending came when Repo Man nailed bell with a huge Russian leg-sweep and then locked in the half crab. Bell screamed out in pain and agony as Repo Man locked the hold in harder and tighter, eventually making Bell pass out before even being able to tap. Your Winner - Repo Man.
WINNER BY SUBMISSION: Repo Man
COMMERCIAL BREAK #4
LEX LUGER VS. BARRY HORROWITZ
The next match up was the World Wrestling Federation's favorite enhancement guy, Barry Horowitz going one on one with the reigning World Wrestling Federation champion, the man who proudly represents the red, white, and blue, Lex Luger.
The match started off like a typical wrestling match. The two men locking up and going in to the first high spot. Which was Lex pulling Barry in with a tight headlock, then in to a side headlock takeover, which lead in to Barry locking his legs around Lex's head, and Lex kicking out to escape.
The two went back at each other again, locking up once more, only this time it was Horowitz outsmarting Lex by giving him a firm knee in to the stomach to gain some momentum and begin his heat. The heat consisted of Barry doing some work on Lex's back, with clubbing blows to it, a forearm smash across it, and finally an irish whip in to the turnbuckle. It was when Barry went charging into the corner after Lex that the tide shifted back in Lex's favor as he would meet a running Barry coming in with two boots right to his face.
A stumbling Horowitz sold his face as he went back toward the center ring only to turn around and be met with a charging world champion who leveled him with a strong clothesline. When Horowitz returned to his feet, he fed right in to another strong clothesline from Lex. Getting up a third time, Lex sent him in for an irish whip off of the ropes, and then in to a huge powerslam! When Lex got back to his feet, the crowd was on theirs, as he began to signal for the rack! As Horowitz clumsly got back up to his feet, Lex grabbed him by the arm, and then picked him up in to the torture rack. He started bouncing up and down with him, as Horowitz quickly began waving his arm in the air. The referee signaled for the bell. Your Winner, The World Wrestling Federation Champion, Lex Luger!
WINNER BY SUBMISSION: Lex Luger
THE ROCKERS VS. DISORDERLY CONDUCT
Michaels started things off with Tough Tom and went right to work on Tom, catching him with a drop toe hold and a standing elbow drop right to the lower back.
Later in the match Michaels was still in control, irish whipping Tom so hard he flipped right over the top ropes and crashed to the outside, where Jannetty was waiting with several stomps to the head before rolling him back in.
Eventually Tom was able to make the tag to Mean Mike, and Michaels accordingly tagged in Jannetty. Mike ran towards Jannetty in a clothesline attempt, which Jannetty ducked causing Mike to run right into a fist from Michaels. Stumbling backwards Mike ran right into a neckbreaker from Jannetty.
The end of the match would come with Jannetty pulling off a huge scoop slam on Mike, then going to the top rope for a crushing flying body press. Just then Tom would run in, only to be caught with sweet chin music by Michaels, who was one step ahead. Jannetty now waited for Mike to stand before hitting the rocker dropper, and pinning him easily for the 1 2 3. Your Winners - The Rockers!
WINNERS BY PINFALL: Marty Jannetty and Shawn Michaels, The Rockers
Ric Flair hasn’t even stayed at the event until the end, instead stopping off at a swank bar that’s celebrating the new year. Those ladies of his have gone and he has two more, he wearing a smart pinstriped suit and a gold party hat. The two women at his side blow party favors and the band in the background plays some jazzy tunes.
Ric Flair: I told you! Ric Flair, ringing in the new year. You oughta be here, Jack, ladies wall to wall! Drinks flowin’! Band that can’t be stopped! Just another night when you’re the Nature Boy, but everyone’s gotta feel special sometimes! So why don’t you count it down with me!
The band starts the countdown to the new year, everyone with glasses of expensive champagne in hand.
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Ric Flair: WOOOO~!
The band starts playing Auld Lang Syne and everyone toasts, and Ric raises his glass to the camera before downing it in one go.
