RESULTS: Monday Night Raw Mar. 10, 1997

SERVANT FOR A DAY TAPE....

The camera opens up and you see a rural neighborhood. The sun is shnining, and there are a few clouds in the air. A grunting and groaning noise is heard over the spunds of the birds, and as the camera turns a corner we see, Brian Pillman's house. Near the front yard lies Brian Pillman in a lounge chair, drinking a beer, next to him is a cooler. In the front yard is the Anvil, Jim Neidhart and he is making all that noise. The Anvil is pushing an old fashioned lawn mower around Brian Pillman's yard.

Pillman: Oh look Jimbo, your adoring public has come to watch your humiliation. Hurry up with the mowing, there are a lot more fun jobs I have for you.

Anvil: (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP)

Pillman: Come now Jimbo, your best friend lost fair and square, now you have to do whatever I say for a day!

Anvil: Fair and square, my (BLEEP) (BLEEP)

The Anvil finishes pushing the lawn mower around, and starts to rake up the grass.

Pillman: Be sure to dump the grass over the fence into my neighbor's yard, their damn dog got in my yard, and I intend to pay them back.

The Anvil grumbling, picks up the pile of grass in a trash barrel and dumps it over the fence.

Pillman: HAHAHA! Now start watering, and then get over here and rub my feet.

The Anvil strings out a hose, and starts watering, he seems to keep part of the hose near him, as he gets closer to Pillman, the camera's pick up the Anvil rubbing something on his hands, he flashes it to the camera and it says "Icey Hot" As the Anvil starts to rub Pillman's feet, Pillman's eyes start to get real big, and he looks at his feet.

Pillman: OW! What the hell did you put on there?

Anvil: Some rubbing lotion.

Pillman: Well get it off it hurts!

Anvil: Okay, but it has to be washed off.

Pillman: Whatever just get it off, go get some water!

Anvil: you got it boss.

The Anvil gets up and starts to walk toward Pillman's house. Pillman bends over and starts rubbing his feet to stop the pain. Then the Anvil gives the hose a big yank, and the sprinkler starts to hit Pillman with water.

Anvil: there you go Pillman, the water you asked for to wash off your feet.

Pillman is getting sopping wet, but he first finishes wiping of his feet, then he jumps up and gets right in the Anvil's face.

Pillman: That is not what I ment and you know it!

Anvil: (spreading his hands out wide) Hey dude, you said to get it off and I did stop complaining.

Pillman looks like he is about to hit the Anvil, but does not.

Pillman: FINE! In the house, I have another job for you, tough guy.

Anvil: Grrrrrr,

Pillman: But first Anvil, would you like a drink? After a hard day's work wouldn't you like a nice ice cold beer?

(Pillman pulls a beer can from his cooler and opens it.)

Pillman: I mean this is your favorite drink and your gut shows it. Here you go!

(Pillman walks up to the Anvil and pours the can over his head, the Anvil slaps th ecan away but not before he is drenched in beer)

Anvil: (grabbing Pillman) Why I . .

Pillman: Hey now, remember my slave 1 day.

Anvil: AAAAARGHH

Pillman: Now get your drink and get cleaned from the hose and get in the house.

(The Anvil moves over to the hose and starts to wash off, the camera fades)

And the camera comes back on in Pillman's kitchen.

Pillman: (Voice only) Jimbo, start on those cookies, bring me a beer, and put that apron on.

(The Anvil comes out of the kitchen wearing a apron that says "kiss the cook")

Anvil: I may have to cook, and bring you stuff, but I don't have to wear an APRON!

Pillman: If I SAY you do you do. So KEEP IT ON!

(Pillman opens the beer and puts his feet up)

Pillman: footstool!

(The Anvil gets a footstool and puts it under Pillman's feet)

Pillman: Remote!

(The Anvil gets the TV remote and gives it to Pillman, who turns on the TV, then the Anvil heads back to the kitchen, the camera follows)

The Anvil is whistling in the kitchen as he mixes some cookie dough up, he reaches into a container and pulls out a cup full of sugar, but he holds up the container to the camera and it says SALT. The Anvil continues, only putting in 1 teaspoon of sugar.

Anvil: (Whispering) Now while I have this camera, I want to say a few things, if you can't tell I am a man of my word, even though the match was rigged. Sabrina, Bret would never hit a woman, but I would, so watch out. Oh and Bret, I am going to get you good for this.

The Anvil puts the cookies in to bake, and time passes quickly (the speed on the camera speeds up) and we see the Anvil running back and forth to the kitchen getting stuff for Pillman. Finally the speed slows down and the Anvil brings his cookies out of the oven.

Pillman: Alright those smell good, bring me a plate of them and a glass of milk, and then eat on yourself.

The Anvil piles a plate full of the cookies, and reaches way into the back of the refrigerator and pulls out a carton that says "Buttermilk" And pours a big glass of it. Taking the cookies to Pillman.

Pillman: man those look good, maybe you should give up wrestling and take up cooking, you eat enough you should support your habit.

Pillman takes a bite while the Anvil smirks in the background, Pillman spits out the cookie and grabs the milk and downs half the glass before he realizes what it is and spits it out too.

Pillman: WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO POISON ME!

Anvil: What's wrong?

Pillman: (jumping up) YOU KNOW WHAT"S WRONG THOSE COOKIES ARE AWFUL! AND THAT MILK IS BAD!

Anvil: Well, maybe the markings on your kitchen supplies are bad, and that milk came right from your fridge!

(They get into each other's face, as the camera goes to black)