WWF Superstars, June 7, 1997

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It's RAVISHING RICK RUDE!!

King: WHOA!! NO WAY!!

Rude steps through the curtains wearing a red and white windbreaker jacket and matching pants. He has his hair cut short, and makes his way up the aisle to the ring with a focused stare on his face. Rude climbs into the ring and slaps a high five with Sting, and then asks Lawler for the microphone.

Rude: Cut the music!

The music stops as Sting steps forward.

Sting: Hold on, brother! You're not here to POSE! You're here to watch my back and T.C.B.! Take care of business!

Rude: Hold on, Stinger. Let's let THEM decide!

Rude motions out to the crowd, as whistles and catcalls from the ladies in attendance are heard!

Sting: All right! Go ahead.

Sting steps back, as Rude unzips the front of his jacket.

Rude: As I was saying. What I'd like to have right now ... is for all you -

Sting steps forward again, cutting Rude off.

Sting: DON'T ... go back there, my man.

Rude nods his head.

Rude: All you people in attendance here tonight ...

Sting: There you go!

Rude: Keep the noise down as I take my jacket off and show the ladies what a REAL sexy man ... what a REAL boy toy ... what a REAL package of twisted steel and sex appeal ...

Sting: You about done?

Rude: And what THE sexiest man on God's green Earth is SUPPOSED to look like! Hit the music!

Rude's music starts back up as the "Ravishing One" removes his jacket and drops it on the mat. The arena becomes filled with whistles as Rude puts his hands to his head and does his tradmark hip gyrations. Rude then hits a double bicept pose, holding it for the crowd.

King: I can't believe it! Ravishing Rick Rude! What are you doing back in the WWF? And as a BODYGUARD?!?

Rude: Lawler, just keep your mouth SHUT and everything will become real clear.

The King steps back a bit, intimidated by Rude.

Rude: When I left the WWF, I didn't do it on very nice terms. And I won't go there, cause we all know what's gone down. But now, the Stinger has given me the chance to make my return. It's a bodyguard Sting wants, and with me he's got the BEST damn one he could have hoped for!

Sting: That's what I want to hear! Lawler, like Rick said, it's real clear! The Stinger is NO LONGER a man on his own! I've gotten some backup, in the form of this man here. So to anyone that was lookin' to take me down, and you know who you are ... BRING IT ON! Cause Rick and myself are ready for ANYTHING! King of the Ring ... the Stinger is on FIRE, and I plan on burning a couple people down! Starting with you, Stevie Ray! Gear up, man, cause I am coming straight for you! OWWWWWWW!

"The Man Called Sting" starts to play once more, as Sting and Rude make their way out of the ring. Sting slaps hands with the fans as they make their way up the aisle to the dressing rooms.

STEVIE RAY

Stevie is dressed in his wrestling tights and leather jacket and shades. His jacket has red flames up the sides. He's doubled over, laughing as hard and as loud as he can.

Stevie: RICK RUDE!? Maaaan.... whatchooo call THAT? How the HELL he gonna keep me from puntin' yo painted up behind all around Providence? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Stevie continues to jump around, absolutely hysterical.

Stevie: Man... that Rick Rude SUCKA couldn't even hang wit' us when he was Empire last year. His skinny ass got kicked out by MADUSA! A CHICK! HAHAHAHAHA!! Now he gonna protect Sting?

Stevie steps back and pounds on the wall, trying to stop laughing.

Stevie: HAHAHAHA!! Sting I'll give you this much.... Ultimate Gorilla Butt Kisser....you SMART to know you need a bodyguard.... 'cause like I said.... I AM the HOOD where I come from!

A voice comes from off stage.... and in walks Booker T.... looking ANGRY!

Booker: Stevie, bruthah... don't GO there! I'm tellin' YA!

Stevie: Boy, I told you to GO TO HELL! Get OUTTA MA FACE!

Booker: Don't do whatcha thinkin' man. You HEARD what Piper said... you KNOW!

Stevie: I don't give a DAMN 'bout skirt-wearin' PIPER. I'm doin' what I'm DOIN'... and ain't you gonna tell me OTHERWISE!! DUMB-ASS SUCKA!!!

Booker turns his head and throws his hands up in disgust and frustration. Stevie sees his opening... and pushes Booker as hard as he CAN! Booker tumbles out of the camera view and Stevie rushes after him! A CRASH is heard!!!

From the other side of the set, the Doctor of Style Slick comes rushing through, carrying his cane!

Slick: BRUTHAS! PEACE! PLEASE!!!!!

There is sounds of a struggle... and voices.... as the commercial break begins.