RESULTS: Monday Night Raw Mar. 10 1997

DOK HENDRIKS...

Dok Hendriks gets up into the ring with the microphone.

Dok: Ladies and gentlemen..... MISTER...... PERFECT!!!!

(Mr.Perfect's music starts to play and the fans cheer! Perfect comes through the curtains dressed in street clothes. He is wearing a brace on his leg and walks with a slight limp. He climbs up into the ring and spits out his gum.... he flicks it with his hand and it lands in front of the Giant at the announcer's table. The Giant snarls up at Perfect, but Pillman pats him on the shoulder, then chuckles at Perfect's leg.)

Dok: WELLLLCOME, Mr.Perfect! We haven't seen you in a few weeks....

Perfect: No you haven't.... and you can thank a MOB called the Empire for that. But it takes MORE then that... to keep Mr.Perfect down.

Dok: Your leg... it doesn't look too good. Your LEG isn't 'perfect' is it?

Perfect: No it's not. But even with an injured wheel... I am still light years beyond ANYONE in the Empire, especially TERRY TAYLOR!

Dok: Is THAT why you've come out here? To talk about Terry Taylor?

Perfect: I came out here to talk about... a FAVOR.

Dok: A favor? What kind of favor?

Perfect: I want to GIVE a favor... and have one GRANTED to me. Bret Hart... at WrestleMania, you're going to be in the ring with Stone Cold Steve Austin. The man who REALLY caused this. (points to his leg) And I heard you make some comments toward Terry Taylor... the so-called PERFECT Empire member, because he TRIED to do a Perfect Plex on you. Hitman... I'm offering you this. At WrestleMania... you EXECUTE Stone Cold for me.... and I'll PERFECT PLEX Terry Taylor... for YOU.

Dok: Is this a challenge?

Perfect: Your darn right it is. Terry Taylor... YOU'RE not Perfect. The thing that's eating you up most is... I'M PERFECT... AND YOU'RE NOT! I'm calling you out... for a match at WrestleMania.... A FINISHING MANEUVER MATCH... Perfect Plex vs. Perfect Plex. Go run to Eddie Gilbert or the Publican and get yourself a one-day contract. And while you're there... buy yourself some medical coverage, and borrow Pillman's crutch. Because when Mr.Perfect gets through with you... you'll need it! Remember... NOBODY BEATS MR.PERFECT... AND I MEAN NOBODY!

(Mr. Perfect's music plays. He jumps out of the ring and stands there for a second, looking around at the fans. They cheer for him. He raises his arms over his head... then walks out.)