WWF Superstars, July 26, 1997

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WILD CHYLDE DIBIASE - TAPED SEGMENT

Wild Chylde is sitting in the Market Square arena. The arena is empty, except for the clean up crew, sweeping behind her.

W.C.- Gold-Dust, you and I have quite a history. In our match way back when, when I faced losing my name, and you, your position in the Corporation. I sometimes wish I had lost. The DiBiase name is an albatross around my neck.

W.C.- Rest assured that NOTHING is going to keep me from wiping the mat with you at Queen of the Ring. However...

She stands and starts walking down towards the ring.

W.C.- I don't want to injure you, like I did Womankind. Come Summerslam, I want you fresh and ready for the match.

She reaches the ring and lays a hand on the apron, staring into the squared circle for a moment. She looks back to the camera.

W.C.- Injuring you once is too easy...but beating you twice? That's the kind of challenge I enjoy. She turns and starts to walk up the runway as the camera fades to black.

Pillman: I'm getting the hang of this now! Up next... it's Wild Chylde DiBiase against Gold-Dust.

Heart Attack: NO! That's a week from tomorrow! Queen of the Ring!

Pillman: Are you sure?

CHAOTIC COREY MAJOR AND ROXANNE

As the screen fades in, music is heard... the pounding of drums... the swing of a bass groove... and the intensity of a guitar solo. The room comes into view... a rehearsal studio. Pat Torpey is shown at his kit, keeping the beat...

The camera pans to the right where Corey Major is shown, with his bass slung over his shoulders, playing. The camera continues to pan, where Roxanne is seated on a barstool, leg up, playing on a beautiful Les Paul guitar.

The jam comes to a climactic finish. Corey wipes his brow and smiles at everybody.

Corey: Thanks for fillin' in Roxanne. You've gotten better!

Roxanne sets the guitar down.

Roxanne: Been practicing. Thanks for LETTING me fill in. I wish Paul took MORE vacations, so I could jam with you guys!

Corey smiles, then turns to the camera.

Corey: Hey DUDES! (he waves) Hi HONEY! (winks) Well dudes... Summerslam is comin' up quickly. And my team is SET! And Wild Chylde's team is ALMOST set! Money Man Ted... on August the 24th, the WWF is gonna prove... that we're BETTER then the WCW, dude.

Corey props up his Fender on a guitar stand.

Corey: But I ain't fightin' for the WWF. I mean.. yeah, that's my fed and all... and I'm a champ in it. But Wild Chylde is more important to me then ANYTHING else right now. And I'm fightin' this match for her!

The drummer, Pat, walks around to the front of his kit and hops up on top of Corey's Ampeg amplifier and gets comfortable.

Pat: Corey... you're going to be in there against some big names! Ted might be older, but he's one of the greats in the sport!

Corey: Your forgettin' man. Yeah... I got a title belt. But winnin' and losin' still ain't paramount on my list. I'm just out there havin' a good time. If I don't PIN Teddy down... that's okay. But I'm gonna pound him around the ring for a LONG time before I go down.Wrestlin' is still a hobby for me... and beatin' up Teddy is a hobby I can REALLY get into!

Pat: Just be careful dude.

Roxanne: Yes! Corey.. be careful!

Corey looks to Roxanne, and motions to her leg.

Corey: YOU be careful, you NUTCASE! I'M supposed to be the CRAZY one... but you're WRESTLING!?

Roxanne: I'm taking off Queen of the Ring. I want to help Wild Chylde almost as much as YOU do! Femme Fatales, I'm comin' to GET YA! Gold-Dust... the LOD banged me up pretty good... and I'm not done with them yet by ANY stretch. But YOU! You have to add in a steel chair to top off that beating! At Queen of the Ring, Wild Chylde will get some payback for me.... then at Summerslam... I'LL FINISH THE JOB!!

Corey pumps his fist in front of him, getting psyched. Pat pounds his hands on the amp like a drum beat.

Corey: Hey man... while I'm thinkin' about it... good luck to the Hitman tonight, 'gainst Vader. Maybe I'll be facin' the winner of that match. Thought it'd be the Warrior, but I guess he's lookin' to tag teamin'. Warrior, look me up man, if you want another shot at the gold. It's yours for the askin'.

Pat: Hey Corey, can I say somethin'?

Corey: You already ARE, dude!

The three chuckle. Roxanne grabs some spare drumsticks and starts tapping them on the side of her Marshall stack.

Pat: I'd just like to thank Sabrina Savage for all the help she's given us. My new drum kit... the re-furbishment of the studio. Even the new paint job on the side of the tour bus.

Roxanne stops tapping for a second... takes a deep breath... then goes back to tapping. Corey looks over at her... then back to the camera.

Corey: Yeah... Sabrina's done good! She's done bad in the past, like Rox said... but she's been alright lately. Heck, even her boys have been on a tighter leash, if you know what I mean. And Bret... Anvil... thanks for layin' off of them for a while. They've been good lately... so I guess they deserve that. Let's not provoke them, huh?

Corey chuckles.

Roxanne: Corey... what about this whole situation? Derrick... Pillman.... Austin? You and Derrick never saw eye to eye.

Corey: Well, we were all locked into that MESS... Heart Attack and me... Sabrina and him. But it's all been put behind ALL of us. If he'd just back off with that huge ego of his, I'd shake his hand and forgive and forget.

Roxanne smiles at Corey.

Roxanne: Good. Maybe you should talk with him. He's really not as bad as everyone thinks. He just puts up walls around him for defense... and he hardly lets ANYBODY in.

Corey: Bret got through to him almost! He says he ain't here ta win friends... well.. I'm not here to make enemies!

Roxanne: Good for you , Mr. Major! I like that attitude. C'mon... let's do that re-make you were talking about.

Corey: Deal!

Pat: What re-make?

Corey: Just get to your battlestation, Torpey... and keep up if you can!

Pat excitedly leaps off the Ampeg and jumps behind his kit. Corey and Roxanne pick up their guitars... and the camera fades out...