RESULTS: Monday Night Raw Mar 3, 1997

BRET THE HITMAN HART PRE-MATCH COMMENTS

Hitman: Another cheap win for the Empire, buying off the ref, well Sabrina I hope you are happy. You lost your man and are hooked up with two imbecils. And how can you win Manager of the Year again when the Empire's manager is Eddie? Not too smart Sabrina, but I guess I was expecting too much in the way of intelligence from someone who replaced Sunny. Gosh oh golly me, who thinks this match will go by without interference? I sure don't but let me issue a warning to the whole Empire. You can only push us so far. And about now we have reached the edge a few more pushes and well, we won't care about titles, we won't care about fines. All we will care about is putting each and every one of you in the hospital. The Hart Foundation knows how to play hard ball, and you at the Empire may ask, 'Will the Hart Foundation desert their fans like this?' No we won't, but look at the fans. They cheer when an Empire member gets hit by a ball bat. Do you think they will be behind us or not? The fans of today are interested in more extreme forms of wrestling. And if you keep this up, the Hart Foundation will deliver. Oh Booker T. Time for you to learn what the Sharpshooter is all about, or is that the finishing move I will finish you with. I think I have a few more in my back pocket.

Anvil: (just his voice) Alright! That's enough of that crap. Time to kick some ass.

FINISHING MANEUVER MATCH
Booker T.
w/Empire
vs.
Bret, the Hitman Hart
w/the Anvil, Brutus Beefcake and the Ultimate Warrior

The Match:
Booker T is already in the ring with the Emperor, Power & Glory, the Publican, Todd Pettingill and Terry Taylor! The Hart Foundation's music starts to play as pink and white hearts move across the audience. From the RAW letters comes the Hitman Bret Hart wearing his Calgary Hitmen leather jacket, his singlet and his sunglasses. Behind him comes the Anvil.

The Anvil is wearing football shoulder pads, LOD style with spikes on them. On his head is a football helmet. On his hands are black gloves. He has a steel chair.

At ringside, the Hitman takes off his jacket and gives his sunglasses to a young boy at ringside, then gets in the ring and plays up to the crowd. The Anvil, however, doesn't stop... he just walks right over to the announcer's table.

Anvil: (To Heart Attack) Please move. I have some cleaning to do. (His voice is controlled, but you can hear the anger in it.)

Heart Attack gets out of the way and the Anvil slams his chair on the table in front of Pillman. Pillman grabs for his crutch as the Anvil FLIPS THE TABLE OVER ON TOP OF PILLMAN! The fans cheer as he goes head over heels! The Anvil grabs his arm and drags him around the ring and starts marching him up the aisle...

The Anvil SLAMS Pillman down on the canvas...

Anvil: GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, YOU SON OF A BITCH...I have gotten sick and tired of so called announcers butting into....

Pillman launches himself at him with the crutch...and slams it as hard as he can into the Anvil's gut. Pillman runs back to the table.

Pillman: I don't want to hurt him. He's gonna be my servant and I want him at full health.

Pillman puts Heart Attack back in her seat. She shrugs him off.

Pillman: Here he comes again!!!!

The Anvil comes marching back to the table, almost breathing fire! The Emperor holds back the Empire, letting it be a one on one. The Anvil gets in range and Pillman swings his crutch... but it bounces harmlessly off the helmet! The Anvil HEADBUTTS Pillman who goes rubbery legged and falls. The Anvil and Pillman start struggling back up the aisle, the Anvil trying to get rid of him for the match...

Then from the back... STONE COLD! He dives in and chop blocks the Anvil under his leg!!!! Pillman takes the smaller end of the crutch and jabs it into the Anvil's windpipe.

Brutus and the Warrior jump from the ring and come up the aisle... but Austin and Pillman leave the Anvil there and come down to the announcer's table. The Anvil gets up and is ready to charge again... but Brutus and the Warrior hold him back and escort him to their corner, trying to calm him down.

Austin and Pillman take up seats on either side of Heart Attack at the table who looks nervous.

Austin: (to Heart Attack) You just call the match....

The bell rings...