WWF Superstars, June 7, 1997

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Corey Major opens his dressing room door and steps out. He's pulling on his denim jacket as he walks. He lets out a deep breath... then walks purposefully up the hall. Dok Hendriks approaches him.

Dok: Corey... a word with your before this match! If you will!

Corey: Hey Dok!

Dok: Corey... this is a big match for you. What's on your mind?

Corey: Well man... you saw the training video right?

Dok: Yeah.

Corey: Well... Bret calmed me down a bit... but this is rough! I mean... it's like... imagine Dweezil playin' some riffs in front of his pappy Frank? Or Ken Griffey, Jr. playin' ball with Senior?

Dok: And both of those guys turned out alright!

Corey: And I will too someday... but don'tcha think they were nervous dude?

Dok: I'm sure... but wait... I'M supposed to be askin' the questions!

Corey: Yeah you are man! What's your problem? (jabs him in the ribs and smiles)

Dok: (tries to block) Well... after your match... Wild Chylde has a statement she wants to make. And you heard... she just MAY go along with Ted's plan.

Corey: Look Dok... I don't know what Chylde has planned. But whatever choice she makes, I'll stand by it. It might pain me a bit.. but I dig her enough to let her make her own mind up! Now if you'll excuse me... I got a match ta win!

Corey again throws a light jab past Dok into his ribs and gives a big ol' grin, showing that he's just kidding. Dok smiles back and steps aside so Corey can continue up the hall.

Dok: Let's head out to ringside!

Corey: (yelling off camera) .... AND CHAOS ENSUES!!!

Chaotic Corey Major
w/Wild Chylde DiBiase
vs.
Bret Hitman Hart
w/Jim Neidhart

The Match:
'Daddy, Brother, Lover, Little Boy' by Tripwire begins to play over the speakers with Corey's trademarked pick on an electric drill technique. Spotlights start zipping around the arena, looking for Corey. The fans stand and enjoy looking around, each one desperate to be the first to find him.

The camera pans the upper levels, finding no signs of a hand-glider. Or a parachute... or anything else crazy.

JR: Well... he's not coming through the curtains is he?

The camera comes by the curtains... no Corey.

JR: Well, where could he BE? WAIT! UP THERE! I SAW HIM FIRST!!!

A group of teen-aged girls let out a high-pitched SQUEAL as they look up above their seats and see Corey Major! He's sitting, precariously perched on the thin guardrail at the end of the first over-hang. Corey stands up... and starts WALKING along the railing, keeping his balance! The girls are motioning for him to jump down towards them!

Corey ... JUMPS!! BUT BACK! He moves back away from the railing... then runs right at it.... and DIVES OVER IT......A ROAR COMES UP FROM THE FANS BELOW!! Corey is CAUGHT by the group of fans! Girls shove each other aside to get to him!!! They yank at his jacket and pull at his tights!

One by one they pass him along through the back sections... all the way down to the front. They set him down at ringside, where he pulls his jeans up slightly and re-buttons them. He looks back and sees his jacket being fought over ten rows back. With a smile he starts high-fiving fans at ringside.

JR: With his entrances, we need to buy extra AIR TIME!

Corey slides into the ring and gets the fans behind him, chanting CHAOS! CHAOS! CHAOS!

The Hart Foundation music starts to play as the Hitman Bret Hart and the Anvil Jim Neidhart head down to ringside. Bret is wearing his wrestling singlet, Calgary Hitmen leather jacket and his sunglasses, the Anvil is in street clothes has a leather jacket and sunglasses on and is wearing a large knee brace, he is limping down to ringside instead of using a crutch though.

When he reaches ringside Bret takes off his glasses and puts them on a young boy at ringside, and musses up his hair, Bret then rolls into the ring and holds his hands out to the fans. Bret removes his jacket and tosses it to the Anvil.

Bret extends his hand for Corey to shake... and Corey accepts with a nod and a nervous smile.

The bell sounds! They lock into a collar/elbow tie up.....