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[[[-
The screen goes black for about 5 seconds as then the nEw
logo appears on the screen with a black outline. Suddenly a over-voice is heard
as it then says the following... -]]]
Over Voice: Ladies and Gentlemen... The wrestling world has hit rock bottom, and has now entered a new era. For what was considered wrestling, has now been taken to a new level. Forget about Vince McMahon, forget Eric Bischoff, and never mind Ted Turner... This is a new Era to the wrestling world... this is nEw!!! Now
without further adieu... Live from the Staples Center in Las Angeles,
California... This is New Era Wrestling... This is Showtime!!
[[[-
The camera spans around the arena and shows off the
awesome looking green nEw set as the green and yellow pyrotechnics explode as
suddenly we are introduced to the announcers of nEw Sean Mooney and Bobby 'The
Brain' Heenen -]]]
Sean
Mooney: Ladies and
Gentlemen welcome to nEw!! I'm your host Sean Mooney along side The Brain
himself... Bobby Heenen, Bobby, welcome back to the broadcasting table.
Bobby
Heenen: Well Mooney it's a new day and a new Era...
let's get the ball rolling here tonight cause it's Showtime!
[[[-
Suddenly... 'The is a New Era blasts on the PA system as
the fans direct their attention to the entrance way as out through the smoke
steps PAUL HEYMAN? Why is he here? Paul Heyman is in nEw. The camera zooms in on
his face as he begins to scream at the crowd as the fans try and get a touch of
him, as he steps through the ropes and into the ring and begins to speak as the
fans show Heyman mixed reactions... -]]]
Paul
Heyman: Hello Las
Angeles.... Hello Wrestling Fans... welcome to Showtime! Now ladies and
Gentlemen... what you're looking at is a new style being brought to you here.
You see it was I who was sitting in the back in Stamford, Connecticut...
listening to the bull that Vince McMahon was throwing at me. I got sick and
tired of day in and day out, saving his ass in the storylines. I got tired of
screaming at Vince, telling him to give me a raise, so what did I do... I QUIT
THE WWF!!! So what I brought here was two men who have a ungodly amount of
money.... two men who have a wallet twice the size of a Vince McMahon... And Jay
King and Mike Frost... who were very successful in the past in the defunct SGW...
Have re-opened a company.... a new Era of companies... and it is I WHO HAVE THE
POWER AS WELL. IT IS I WHO HAVE BEEN NAMED THE NEWEST nEw COMMISSIONER!!!
Sean
Mooney: WHAT??! Why?
Paul
Heyman: Now incase
your wondering... tonight your going to see a jam packed card to open up nEw...
and tonight I don't want to take up any time.... but what I do want is for each
and every one of you to just listen up, pay attention and take a look at the nEw
commissioners newest protégé... the future of wrestling, Mr. NCAA NATIONAL
CHAMPION HIMSELF.... BROCK LESNAR!!!
[[[-
Suddenly Brock Lesnar's music blasts as he walks out with
his huge biceps rippling as the fans are going crazy with the boo's as Heyman
stands in the ring and begins to laugh as Brock joins him, in the center of the
ring, grunting, snorting and making his huge muscles flex like mad as Heyman
begins to speak again... -]]]
Bobby
Heenen: That man scares me Mooney!
Sean
Mooney: Me too!
Paul
Heyman: That's right
nEw... no more beating up on the poor defenseless commissioner, because now that
I have this man at my side.... no one will stop me from eventually getting full
control of nEw, and taking the new Era to heights it will never see without my guidance!
[[[-
Just then "Crawling" by Linkin Park plays as out from
the back walks Tommy Dreamer of all people to a loud ovation as he steps into the ring
and begins to speak... -]]]
Tommy
Dreamer: Listen Heyman, I didn't come to nEw to
hear an earful of your crap! I came here to do what I do best... and that is get
the job done in the ring, make some money and win championships, So Heyman, why
don't you do us all a favor and SHUT THE HELL UP.....!!
[[[-
From there Lesnar spears Dreamer right in the gut and
picks him up and delivers a pump handle slam and slams Dreamer, like he's
nothing. Lesnar then picks Dreamer up again and executes a vicious Jackhammer
leaving Tommy Dreamer totally knocked out, laying in pain as the EMS immediately runs
to the scene and referees run to hold back Lesnar as he has just shocked
everyone -]]]
Paul
Heyman: SEE DREAMER... YOUR VICTIM NUMBER ONE... AND ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO GET IN MY WAY
WILL FEEL THE EXACT SAME PAIN AS YOU, HAHAHAHA!!!
Sean
Mooney: That is one sick
individual!
Bobby
Heenen: You're telling me!
[[[-
The scene slowly fades as we see Dreamer being
carried off in a stretcher as we see Lesnar grunting for more, as Heyman stands
in front of him, holding him back as the fans are stunned -]]]
[[[-
After the match we cut to back where we see a dark room, with lots of fire and
cross's everywhere, with few burining candles as we see Gangrel kneeling at a
bruning cross drinking a cup of blood, as we listen in... -]]]
Gangrel: The
leeches of the world shall cometh and worship thee... for the Dark Warrior has
arrived to destroy those who stand in their way!
[[[-
He lights another candle and drinks some more "blood" from his cup as
suddenly the door opens and in walks a man in a tie... as we once again listen
in... -]]]
Gangrel: WHO
IS IT?! Steven
Richards: Mr. Gangrel, look at
your life-style, look at what you represent... my son.... flee from this, and
come with me, help me fight the good fight.... fight for the right to Censor! Gangrel: Men
don't make men... He makes men, and after tonight, He will strike, and He will
cometh, to suck your blood and leave you for the vulture's of the world!
Hahahaha, AHHHHHHHahahahahaha!!! Steven
Richards: You will regret this
my son... [[[-
Richards turns around and walks out of the door as Gangrel sips from his cup
once more and spits it everywhere, as the "blood" runs down his
cheeks, as we cut to the next match. -]]]
[[[- After the match we cut to
the back and see Mike Sanders sitting in his office talking on the phone... -]]]
Mike Sanders: Yea mom, I'm fine really... yes, I packed it.... No mom.... I don't want to say that mom.... Fine [mumbles] I love you mommy!!! [clears his throat]
[[[- Just then Billy Kidman walks into his dressing room... -]]]
Mike Sanders: I GOTTA GO! [Hangs up the phone] Can I help you?
Billy Kidman: Were you just talking to your mother?
Mike Sanders: Uhhh no that was my girlfriend....
Billy Kidman: I heard you say mommy though and....
Mike Sanders: Dude I wasn't talking to my mom, what the hell do you want anyways?
Billy Kidman: I just came to wish you luck tonight in our match...
Mike Sanders: Luck? Billy, Luck has nothing to do with our match tonight... tonight, I'm just going to simply kick your ass!
Billy Kidman: Yea, whatever...
Mike Sanders: Yea, and by the way... while you're at it, why don't you go ahead and bring that fine piece of meat Torrie down to the ring so she can see a real man in action!
Billy Kidman: You son of a....
[[[- Suddenly Kidman hops over the desk and nails Sanders in the face as a bunch of referee's jump into the scene and seperate the two men as Sanders is being held back, with both men screaming as we cut back to the ring... -]]]
[[[- After the match, we cut to
the back as we see the Undertaker walking back from his dressing room after his
match as Austin is standing in front of the Undertakers dressing room door with
his arms folded... -]]]
Stone Cold Steve Austin: Why'd you do that? [crowd: WHAT?!] Why do you feel the need to fight with a foreign object? [crowd: WHAT?!] I thought you were the American Bad ass [crowd: WHAT?!] I thought you were the deacon of Destruction? [crowd: WHAT?!] I thought you wanted respect? [crowd: WHAT?!] So why do you need to use a foreign object to win a match?
The Undertaker: You got a problem son?
Stone Cold Steve Austin: WHAT?!
The Undertaker: Listen if you got a problem with how I do business, then you can take that up with me.... in that ring boy... otherwise I suggest you move your sorry ass and keep your damn mouth shut if you know what's good for you!
Stone Cold Steve Austin: You want to fight Stone Cold? [crowd: WHAT?!] You want to battle the rattlesnake? [crowd: WHAT?!] You want to whip my ass? [crowd: WHAT?!] WHAT?! If you want me to whip The Undertaker's ass right now, gimmie a hell yea! [crowd: HELL YEA!] Son... at the first Pay-Per-View... go ahead and mark your calender, because you just booked yourself in a match with stone cold Steve Austin, and son.... you just signed your death wish.... AND THAT'S THE BOTTOM LINE... [crowd: WHAT?!] BECAUSE STONE COLD SAID SO!!
[[[- Austin walks away from the door as the camera zooms up on Undertaker's face, as he shows a very pissed off look... -]]]
The Undertaker: Yea, we'll see boy... we'll see.... I'll make your ass famous!!
[[[- Camera fades showing the
Undertakers very pissed off look as he walks into his dressing room... -]]]
[[[- After the match, and both
men have exited to the back we then hear the music of William Regal, as he walks
down the aisle to a loud ovation of boo's as he steps through the ropes, into
the ring and begins to wave to everyone as they continue to boo, he takes a mic
and begins to speak... -]]]
William Regal: Ahhh, Las Angeles California [crowd cheers], could this town get any more bloody disgusting!? I mean this city is a prime example of you Americans, and how you take care of your pathetic country. Every single square inch of land is filthy, disgusting, and smells like the bum of a horse! Let me just tell you, the British treat their bodies, and their country like a temple. The British are....
[[[- Just then Metal plays as out from the back to a shocking loud bunch of cheers walks Kurt Angle with a microphone in hand as the music slowly dies down and he begins to speak... -]]]
Kurt Angle: Smell like a horses bum? [Crowd: WHAT?!] Pathetic country? [Crowd: WHAT?!] Listen pal, I represented this country and won a gold medal in the 1996 Olympic games, held in Atlanta, Georgia, and I was proud to respresent such a great nation as this. [Crowd: WHAT?!] But you know something Regal... it's foreign punks like you that really make my furnass fry. So you know what buck-o, I'm going to walk down this ramp-way and give you a good old American ass kicking....OHHHHH IT'S TRUE!!
William Regal: COME ON DOWN HERE YOU MISERABLE BOTTOM FEEDING TOE RAG, I BLOODY DARE YOU!!!
[[[- Angle drops the microphone and slides into the ring as Regal nails Angle in the back, as Angle fights his way to his feet, as he reverses a right hook by Regal and suddenly without notice... ANGLE SLAM!! the crowd cheers as Angle's music begins to play as Regal rolls out of the ring , backing up to the entrance way holding his back, and pointing at angle in the ring and screaming in disgust as the crowd continues to cheer for Angle. -]]]
[[[- A few moments later we see Richards walking through the back wiping off the blood very upset... -]]]
Steven Richards: GANGREL!!!! WHERE ARE YOU!!! YOUR MINE!! I will find you Gangrel, rest assured, and I will give you the ultimate punishment.... for you will BE CENSORED!! Cause it's for your own GOOD!!
[[[-
Richards walks past the camera man as we fade into the next match -]]]
[[[- After the match we cut to the back where we see Heyman sitting down at his desk, as Brock stands like a wall close behind, as Heyman has his feet kicked up on the desk as we listen in.... -]]]
Paul Heyman: Brock... we got it made my man... look at this... We're in the drivers seat of a company... we got tons of talent in the company... Vince McMahon can kiss my ass!
[[[- Suddenly The Undertaker busts through the door very pissed off..... -]]]
The Undertaker: Listen Heyman, I don't give a damn about you or this stupid 300 pound dumb ass standing behind you... I just want you to give me Austin... NOW!!
Paul Heyman: 'Taker... listen I realize where your coming from... and you know what, just like Austin said earlier... let's make this match at the first ever nEw pay-per-view... Stone Cold Steve Austin vs: The Undertaker, one more time!
The Undertaker: Fine... but you better make sure he stays out of my way until then, and....
[[[- Just then Regal busts through the door interrupting the Undertaker.... -]]]
William Regal: Did you see what bloody happened out there Heyman... Kurt Angle almost broke my damn back... you got to do something about this... this is an outrage... AN OUTRAGE!!!
Paul Heyman: Just hold it.. everyone calm down, and breath... I got a little idea... next week at Showtime... we're going to spice things up a little bit. Next week Regal... your going to take on Stone Cold Steve Austin, and Undertaker, your going to face Kurt Angle!!! And Regal if you impress me in that match next week, then you get Angle at the first nEw pay-Per-View, until then, both of you guys better stay in line, and don't do anything stupid!
William Regal: Impress you? I'll bloody impress you... I'm going to break Austin's damn spine in the regal stretch then I'm coming for that miserable toe rag Kurt Angle!
The Undertaker: Don't worry Regal, I got plans of my own for Angle.... you just take care of Austin next week, then after that, Austin's ass belongs to me! Later Heyman!
[[[- The Undertaker Storms out of
the room and slams to door as the scene fades into the next match... -]]]
[[[-
We then cut to the back once more as
we then see Torrie Wilson getting a cup of coffee, she picks up a spoon, and
drops it, as she bends over to pick it up, as we then see Sanders standing there
gawking at Torrie's ass, and laughing, as he walks up to her....
-]]]
Torrie Wilson: No why?
Mike Sanders: Cause you've been running through my mind all day!
Torrie Wilson: Oh my god... That's so corny....
Mike Sanders: Yea whatever honey... I tell you what why don't you go ahead and give me your phone number, seeing as i lost mine!
Torrie Wilson: You got to be kidding me...
Mike Sanders: Tell you what, why don't you ditch that punk Billy Kidman and go out with a real man.... like me!
[[[- Just then Billy Kidman walks up to Sanders -]]]
Billy Kidman: Look pal, back off my girl....
Mike Sanders: Looks to me like your girl is drooling over me!
Billy Kidman: Yea, well how about I make you drool out some blood!
Mike Sanders: Ohh, is that a threat? Because I wouldn't want to have to beat you... like I am going to tonight....
Billy Kidman: Oh really, well why don't you prove it!
Mike Sanders:
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