WWF Superstars, July 19, 1997WWF Superstars, July 19, 1997PROMO
The screen is filled with a sparkling WWF logo. In a voice-over a clean cut sounding male voice speaks deeply and pretentiously.
Voice: The World Wrestling Federation... for over four years the leader in sports entertainment - many champions have made their marks here, locked in eternal struggle for the elusive tag team gold...
The logo stops sparkling and a hand reaches up to begin turning pages, showing still action shots of the various tag team greats past and present as the voice over continues...
Voice: The Bladerunners...
Voice: The Legion of Doom...
Voice: The Hart Foundation...
Voice: The Harlem Heat...
Voice: Owen Hart and the British Bulldog...
Voice: Demolition...
Voice: And now...
The camera pulls out to show that someone is reading a magazine with all these pictures in them. His back is to us so that all that can be seen is his black mohawk as he sits in a beat-up easy chair in the middle of a real pig-sty of a house, with trash, empty pizza boxes and dirty clothes everywhere.
Suddenly there is another voice very different from the voice-over that comes from a room down the hall...
Hall Voice: HEY SAGS!!! There ain't no toilet paper!
The man in the chair gets up.
Sags: THERE AIN'T? Ah hell! Umm... hang on a sec!
Sags noisily rips out the glossy photos of the magazine and starts heading back as the camera fades...
Sags: Here, use THESE!!!
The screen goes black as the sound of a toilet flushing is heard, then the words "It's time to get..." appear, followed shortly by the word 'NASTY' which *splats* onto the screen in multicolored paint, and starts dripping down. Then the whole thing shatters with a sound of breaking glass, one piece hanging on and squeaking back and forth a moment before also dropping to reveal the words "COMING SOON TO THE WWF..."
The screen goes black again.
LEGION OF DEATH
Dr.Death and Shadow stand in the middle of a white, sterile room with five hospital beds in it. There are more than a few splashes of blood on the walls and on the beds. Dr.Death is holding a SilVer Scull in front of him. Shadow and Dr.Death are both whispering to it. Beast and Vulture come into the room. They are walking on their tip toes and glancing about suspiciously.
Dr.Death: Goodness! What's wrong Beast and Vulture?
Beast: We are terrified!
Vulture: The Warrior and Sting are after us!
Beast: Let us hide - lest they find us! (suddenly all four burst into laughter)
Vulture: Sting, you pathetic loser! You think to threaten us?
Beast: We will deal with you, whether it be in the ring or out of it!
Dr.Death: (holds up the scull) Speak to us, oh Great One! Very well. Beast, why don't you start us off...
Beast: This goes out to Starr Blaze. You are taking our offer seriously. Very smart. You ask us what we want. Well, we want you to attack someone. It is your choice of the Smoking Gunns or Wilde Childe. And we mean a real attack. Make them bleed!
Shadow: And before everyone else says it. That's right! We don't want to fight our own battles! Not because we fear pain, but because this way we win no matter what! Say Blaze does it... then one of those morons bleeds. If she doesn't, then we smash her and we still win! (All four laugh)
Dr.Death: Vulture I think you have something to say...
Vulture: Let's get back to Sting and the Warrior for a moment. Take a good look at them. Some people out there think we have no honor. And are proud to say they are right! But look at Sting and the Warrior. Both of them abandoned their team mates! Sting promised he would stay with the Network, but then he runs away! He is a punk. And he lies and he' a coward! And look at the Warrior. He leaves Brutus, his life time friend! The two jerks are the worst sort of slime! The profess to be good, but then they act like us! (all four laugh)
Dr.Death: Shadow why don't you wrap it up for us.
Shadow: Pearl River Powers... We are gunning for you! Your crimes will not go unpunished! Repent now and you may be spared.
All four leave the room.