RESULTS: Monday Night Raw May 19, 1997

STARR BLAZE

Starr Blaze is shown back in her ship again... she is sitting in her command chair and appears to be surrounded by a litter of broken, ropy strands and bright plastic packaging. As the camera zooms in a bit she removes another strand from its packaging and carefully holds it between her slender fingers, and with great care and anticipation... *SNAPS* it in half.

After a moment where she waits for something to happen, she tosses it down in disgust.

Starr: I don't understand it, HIL! It always works for him!

The red "eye" blinks on and off as the computer responds...

HIL: PERHAPS, MUCH LIKE THE PRINCIPLES USED IN THE CONSTRUCTION OF THE RANGER BATONS, THE ENVIRONMENT ALTERING EFFECT DEPENDS ON MISTER SAVAGE'S OWN UNIQUE BIOFIELD INTERACTING WITH THE FOOD ITEM IN QUESTION.

Starr huffs disappointedly.

Starr: I suppose so. Maybe we can ask him about it sometime...

HIL: BY THE WAY, STARR... AUDIO-VISUAL LINKUP HAS BEEN ESTABLISHED...

Starr: What?! HIL, what did I tell you about doing that before warning me fir- oh, forget it.

Starr turns and gives her best smile to the camera.

Starr: Good evening again, citizens! I can't tell you how much I was thrilled by the warm reception you gave me the other night. There may be some bad apples in this Federation, but you fans are number one!

Starr picks up a remote from one of the consoles and clicks it, turning on a large monitor that displays some footage of Blaze's recent matchup against Pali-Alizar...

Starr: Well, I can only say the janitors earned their pay in Calgary that night, after the arena's encounter with the Excellence of Expectoration... it sure was satisfying to beat the spit out of her, though.

Blaze freeze-frames the tape at the point where she launches off the top rope into the spinning moonsault/double elbow drop that brought the match to an end.

Starr: Now, some of you have been wondering what that move is called. To be honest, I hadn't really thought about naming it, but HIL suggests every participant has some sort of catchy name for their finisher and so I should have one, too.

HIL: IT IS ONLY LOGICAL.

Starr: Yeah... so anyways, meet the "Event Horizon", citizens. When you see me twirl my finger and point it down, get ready because it's coming up. And ya know, nothing returns from the Event Horizon...

Blaze winks.

HIL: STARR... I STILL FIND THIS AND SEVERAL OTHER MANEUVERS OF YOURS FAR TOO RISKY. THE POSSIBILITY FOR MISCHANCE IS GREAT AND IN MY ANALYSIS OUTWEIGHS THE REWARDS OF SUCCESS.

Starr: Never tell me the odds, HIL. Just because I'm on a mission doesn't mean I can't do it in style. That's all for today, citizens! Until next time... Blaze, out.

Blaze points the remote at the camera and clicks, and the screen goes dark.

COMMERCIAL

(White mist swirls in fronf of a black background as we see the mist suddenly turn from white, to green, to red, then back to white. slowly word form from the mist which read...)

M U T A

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Coming soon to the WWF...

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