WWF Superstars, Feb. 22, 1997WWF Superstars, Feb. 22, 1997NETWORK MEETING
(The camera comes up into the well-lit room. The Network is sitting around the table... all except for Mr.Perfect. Wild Chylde DiBiase sits at the head of the table.)
Wild Chylde DiBiase: Alright everyone. I don't think I need to tell you why we are here. We are voting whether or not the Giant will be let into the Network. And if NOT... I will say this right now on record, that OUR third of his contract... will go to Todd Pettingill. So.... let's cast our votes now... on secret ballot.
(The Network members all take out a pad and a pen and cast their decisions. The pieces of paper are passed down the sides of the table and given to Wild Chylde. She looks over them for a few moments, calculating in her head.)
Wild Chylde: Alright... from the way it looks here... we have... one YES... and FIVE NO'S! So the Giant is NOT voted into the Network! Giant... I hope there is no bad feelings! Our third of the contract will go to Todd Pettingill as soon as possible.
WOMANKIND
(Womankind is seen in a dumpster outside the Greenville Memorial Auditorium)
Womankind: ..light...the source of all good...and this light has brought me to the WWF...for you see I am the chosen one...the one who is destined to save everyone's soul...and I have, like, been successful...I saved Heart Attack....I saved Alley Kat....I saved DiBiase...and I saved Valetia Von Strahden...all these Women have been through hell...but are now, like, living in heaven.. ..thanks to me and Womankindism....
Womankind: ..now Roxanne...you were the first person I saved because I knew the kids needed you....but the demons have once again filled your body....and must be excorcised....come Wrestlemania...you will be excorcised...
OWEN HART & THE BRITISH BULLDOG
(The Slammy Award Winning Owen Hart and the British Bulldog are in their locker room with Clarence Mason. Owen Hart is showing off his Slammy to the camera as the Bulldog shows off his muscles.)
Owen: Fatu and Savio Vega, next Monday on Monday Night Raw, we are going to make mincemeat of you two losers and we will end your careers for good! Harlem Heat at the Countdown to WrestleMania, you won't be so hot once me and the Bulldog are done with you, but you will be covered in feathers! hahaha! Whooo! (Owen shows off his Slammy to the camera.)
Bulldog: (British Accent) Fatu and Savio Vega, we will beat you losers in a record time, next week on Monday Night Raw! Harlem Cold, at the Countdown to WrestleMania we are going to run over you two losers and then once we get done with you, and when all is said and done, you will be covered in feathers! Hahahaha! (The Bulldog shows off his muscles to the camera.)
Clarence Mason: Fatu and Savio Vega and Harlem Heat, you will fall to Owen Hart and the British Bulldog! hahahaha!
BRIAN PILLMAN
(Brian Pillman is in the interview area along with the Emperor Eddie Gilbert, Madusa Miceli, and Power and Glory.)
Brian: Welcome once again, Emperor. Let's cut right to the chase. Everyone is saying that the Empire is crumbling... and they're critisizing the allegiance with the Horsemen.
Emperor: The citizens question what they do not understand. The workings of the Empire are far too complex for the mortal man to comprehend. These 'allegiance' to the Horsemen... isn't the correct term. Simply put, the Horsemen wanted to work with the Empire to destroy the Mega Powers. I agreed that we wouldn't kick their asses again until that goal was accomplished.
Brian: That's true... the Empire has ALWAYS defeated the Horsemen... Survivor Series, In Your House: Slammy Awards.... you name it! But why even agree to such a thing, Eddie?
Emperor: Brian... the Empire no longer has to prove itself. We have no need to bash the Horsemen all over the world. We've proven that we are the superior group to them. The Empire has proven dominant over the nWo.... we've proven ourselves better then the Network... and that leaves the Mega Powers.
Brian: But look at the roster they're packing! The Hart Foundation... Randy Savage... the Road Warriors... the Ultimate Warrior....
Emperor: They are nothing more then an organized mob. They seek to battle us head on... as all muscle-bound freaks tend to want to do. The Empire is much more subtle then that. When outnumbered... we strike from within. And already we have our seeds planted. Soon... the poisonous plant will spring to life and choke the life from the Mega Powers from within.
Brian: Hahaha! That's almost poetic! Madusa... we all know that you have a say in the Empire... let's hear it!
Madusa: Well Brian... I am currently in training... to win back the Women's title for the Empire. And I will accomplish this. And also... I see Mr. Per...
Brian: Now Eddie... we know that Shawn Michaels is back in WCW... hiding under all the 'big boys'. What are you going to do with the contract that was going to get him a re-match with Derrick Stardom?
Emperor: I still have that contract! The Empire, even as we speak, is currently working on a deal to procure us... the I/C belt.
Brian: But what about all these whiners and complainers who say they want the belt... like Razor Ramon... and the Blizzard?
Emperor: The Blizzard can hardly be considered a threat to Derrick Stardom. He's better off shoving tacos down Mesa Mutt's throat. And Razor Ramon hasn't been the same since Jeff Jarrett shook his hand, then took his heart and pride!
Brian: C'mon... who's going to be the Intercontinental Champion for the Empire?
Emperor: Brian, you know me better then that. The citizens know me better then that. But I can tell you this... the arrangements that I am planning just could bring the Empire together with what could become the greatest Intercontinental Champion of All TIME!
Madusa: The Empire has never been stronger. And what makes us more dangerous is that no one KNOWS it yet.
Pillman: (looks at her for a second) Whatever. (turns to Emperor) Any final words for us?
Emperor: It is a message to the WWF itself! I will give you this warning once... in fact, it is more a promise, and I never break promises... WATCH YOUR BACKS... for there are Empire loyalists everywhere. Perhaps next to you at your meeting... perhaps holding the tag rope for you, during your match. It could be your manager... or own flesh and blood! Maybe you're ENGAGED to one... or have broken UP with one. We are out there. Waiting to strike. The GAMES have BEGUN! And we are about to WIN!
Pillman: Hahahaha! Let's get back out to something else!. (looks around) smelly arena!