RESULTS: Monday Night Raw August 11, 1997

SABLES DRESSING ROOM

The scene changes as the camera jogs up a hall to a door. Blood can be seen in the doorway and the camera slows.

High pitched screaming can be heard coming from the room. The camera reaches the door and hesitates, then goes around the corner and into the room.

Sable stands in the room for a moment, still screaming, and then runs out, unhurt.

The room is covered in blood everywhere. The word TRAMP is spelled out in blood on the wall here and there. Hanging half in the closet and scattered about the floor, her clothes have been shredded.

Finally, sitting at the dressing table, is a manequin in Sable's skimpy black bathing suit. It has been hacked and slashed, blood spattered over it, it's blond hair red with it. The face has been smashed repeatedly, leaving it unrecognizable.

A huge, blood covered machete sticks out of the table, pinning a piece of paper to it. Written on the paper, in blood, is... YOU'RE DEAD.

the camera backs out of the room slowly, and clicks off.

JR: Could that be the work of the Legion of...

Pillman: Oh NO! NO! NO! THIS is the work of Wild Chylde DiBiase! I KNEW I liked her for some reason! Corey Major has a CATCH here! She's a BERSERKER! This is awesome!

JR: I'm sure that person that we saw with Sable on Superstars is going to have something to do... or SAY about that!

MR. FUJI

Suddenly, Mr Fuji comes out. He is accompanied by the Ultima Dragon. He bows down to Howard Finkel and asks for the microphone. He then begins to speak.

Fuji: "Hello World Wrestling Federation. Fuji san is back on an important mission. Please watch view screen"

The screen pans unto a small boy in a hospital bed. His eyes barley open, there are several ivs taped to is arm and he seems like he hasn't eaten in weeks. The boy removes the oxegen mask to speak.

BOY: My name is tommy and i suffer from vacinated kidney disorder. The doctors call it VK disease . Now i dont know what all that means but all i know is that my mommy and daddy say ill be in heaven soon if someone dosent help me. And im sorry if this is selfish but i dont wanna go to heaven yet. So i called the WWF and asked if some of the superstars could help me. And Mr Fuji says he'll get enough money to make me all better so please someone help me.

FUJI: Tommy is very sick and so for the next several weeks i will take it upon myself to find many hero's in this great federation of champions. Tonight i start by asking the womans champion Roxane to come out and make a donation. Ladies and gentleman Roxanne.

Roxanne's music, 'For Those About To Rock' by AC/DC starts to play. After a few moments, Roxanne breaks through the curtains looking sad, yet determined. She shakes the fans hands on the way down to the ring. Roxanne is still in obvious pain, and beneath her jeans, it is apparent that her leg is heavily bandaged and taped. Her Miami fans give her a warm welcome.

Roxanne steps up into the ring and gives a smile to Mr.Fuji and the Ultima Dragon.

Roxanne: Mr.Fuji, this is a great thing you are doing.

Fuji : Roxane can you spare anything to help save Tommy. Boy is very sick and he needs money to find cure. Will you help boy?

Roxanne: CERTAINLY! Right here in Miami, I run a Gym... and ALL of the profit goes to charity. Anything to help out little Tommy.

Fuji : (bows) thank you you are truly a champion.

Roxanne: No more then you are sir.

Roxanne smiles, not attempting a bow for fear of doing it wrong. Fuji and the ultima dragon leave the arena Fuji bowing to the fans as he goes.

BADD BOY DERRICK STARDOM

By helicopter, the camera pans across the landscape of Hollywood Hills, finding a large, secluded mansion of epic proportions. The chopper comes to a halt in the air and the camera zooms in closer and closer to the house until it sees a lone figure standing at the top on the roof.

The camera continues in to show... Badd Boy Derrick Stardom. Derrick is dressed in his usual black tuxedo jacket and shades, clearly enjoying the fresh air and sunlight on top of his new home.

Stardom has a small mic on his jacket, and the camera can pick up his words.

Stardom: (spreading his arms wide) Welcome... to paradise! Dubbed as such, based solely on the fact that Heart Attack and myself call it HOME!

Stardom begins to slowly turn on his feet as he talks, forcing the helicopter to silently hover around the mansion to stay in front of him.

Stardom: It's come to my attention... that JOBO and ZOBO want to fly the UNFRIENDLY skies and take a trip on the Shooting Star, Derrick Stardom! A SUMMERSLAM match? I don't think JoBo and ZoBo had all the was out of their ears when I did my talking.

Stardom: I said JoBo was POCKET LINT! He's hardly worth my time to show up at a Pay-Per-View to kick his carcass. I've already slammed his sorry self down on the canvas and lit up his life with a Starfall. I don't NEED to do it again. What BBDS is relaying to JoBo, is that I'm just a little SICK and TIRED of having him run in and cause all kinds of trouble when I'm not looking... or for that matter... even CARING.

Stardom's sunglasses catch a glint of sunlight, blinding the camera for a moment.

Stardom: Put it this way portly-boy, when you wrestle, at least for the here and now, I'll be sitting down, taking a good, long look, and making sure you're not getting out of hand, less'n I DO something about it!

Stardom: I don't START trouble.... I up and FINISH it off! So TubBo, keep your nose CLEAN, or I'll KICK IT OFF!

Stardom looks around with a smile as the camera zooms in at him...

Stardom: (with a smirk) And THAT'S the bottom line!

Stardom: LIGHTS OUT!!!!

The daylight all across Hollywood is suddenly plunged into darkness by a computerized effect, leaving only a gleam from the Badd Boy's shades... and a backdrop of stars across the velvety sky.