RESULTS: Monday Night Raw July 21, 1997

STING AND RICK RUDE

Sting is shown backstage, pacing back and forth. Rick Rude stands with him and slaps Sting on the shoulder, motioning to the camera.

Sting: You know, if it's not ONE thing ... it's ANOTHER! First, we've got the LOD coming out here and making little threats at Starr. REAL tough guys, huh? They say they want Starr to do something for them, and if she DOESN'T do anything ... they'll hurt her. Real SMART guys, huh?

Sting: Then if THAT wasn't good enough, I hear them on Superstars mumbling something about dealing with me and the Warrior be it inside the ring ... or outside it! Oooooooh! THREATS! Beast, Vulture, all the glue you've been sniffing must be effecting your memories! You've dealt with me and the Warrior for YEARS, and you know that we don't respond to threats lightly.

Sting: Boys, you may be new to the game of trying to be bad and pushing people around, but me and the Warrior ... we're old pros! We were kicking ass and taking names when you were still learning how to paint your faces! LOD, the Bladerunners, the Horsemen ... call us what you will, we KNOW you! We know how you run, how you hide! How your noses grow when you lie!

Sting: We've met several times before a few years back ... and we beat you THEN! Sure, you beat us a few times back then, too. But since then, me and the Warrior ... we've gotten BETTER! You two ... you've gotten OLDER! You can't hang like you used to, boys! You're not the same team you USED to be. The OLD LOD wouldn't lose to the Smokin' Gunns. The OLD LOD wouldn't push around innocent kids. The OLD LOD would respect a lady like Roxanne! And the OLD LOD wouldn't be stupid enough to let their mouths write checks that their BUTTS can't cash!

Sting: And now, a new subject ... Mr. Perfect. I gotta be honest, I don't like being placed in the same catagory with the Machine, but I'll get over it. And if you want a match ... SURE! I'm easy to find, Curt, as you well know ... REAL easy!

Sting: In fact ... I may well scout that match with Perfect and the Machine! When is that, Rick?

Rude: I think it's up next.

Sting: Great! Let's go watch, shall we?

Rude: Yeah, ok.

Sting nods to the camera, as he and Rude step out of sight.

JR: Well, they better HURRY DOWN! The match is just about to get underway!

Pillman: Perfect and the Machine, huh? I can't wait for Rude to come down and see Madusa! Remember, it was Madusa that got Rude kicked out of the Empire.

JR: Why WAS that Brian? Do you remember?

Pillman: There you go... relying on ME to be your fountain of information! Of course I remember... Rude got RUDE! He wasn't returning Madusa's calls... he was standing her up... he was letting her down. Madusa had plenty of pull in the Empire. Her biggest mistake was quitting.

JR: Her biggest mistake was not quitting... sooner! Let's get up to the ring!

the Corporate Machine
w/Todd Pettingill
vs.
Mr.Perfect
w/Madusa Miceli

The Match:
Mr. Perfect and the Machine are already in the ring, circling each other. They are about to lock up when Jim the Anvil Neidhart comes down to ringside. He is dressed in streetclothes. He pulls up a chair and sits at ringside, watching the match.

Pillman: What the hell does THAT fat.... I mean... uh... if you look to our left, you'll see the Anvil, Jim Neidhart!

JR: You've got to be nice to all of Sabrina's charge's friends, don't you?

Pillman: (thinks..) HELL NO! That slob nearly cost me my title with his infernal raquet last week! I ain't gonna go over and kick him upside his head or anything, but I refuse to hide my displeasure with him!

The bell rings! Perfect moves in and ducks under a lunge from the Machine to come up with a hammerlock. He hooks the legs and drop toe holds the Machine down to the mat, holdingthe lock. The Machine sits out and both wrestlers scramble back to their feet, ready to go again.

Rick Rude and Sting finally break the curtains and come down to ringside. Rude takes a glance over at Madusa, who seems not to notice him.

Perfect and the Machine move in again. The Machine spins and hits a backfist strike... then a KARATE PUNCH! Perfect goes down.... but rolls back and to his feet. He hits the ropes and bounces off... and DROPKICKS the Machine down!

Sting and Rude whisper back and forth to each other, nodding toward Perfect.

JR: Looks like they're working out some strategy here!

Pillman: I think Rude is just down here to scope our Madusa! Remember him watching the women's match some weeks back!? He's almost as bad as Corey! Um... not that Corey's BAD, y'know.

JR: Oh... you're in DEEP! All your favorite targets are off limits now! Let's go to break, and we'll be right back...