[XCW] Wednesday Night Warfare 1/5

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[We cut to a sold out crowd in Boston, MA...all of a sudden "Hart Attack"
starts up, and the fans go wild. Bret Hart steps out through the curtain, and
the fans go nuts for him. He's wearing a Calgary Flames jersey, and some black
jeans. He climbs into the ring, and the announcer gives him the microphone
right away. He works the crowd for a minute, and then the music slowly fades.
Although the "Hitman" chant continues until Bret puts the microphone to his
lips...]

Bret: Ya know...tonight I have a few things to say, but let me first start by
saying that I would love nothing more than to throw Derek Jeter into a
Sharpshooter...and make him tap!

[Cheap heat.]

Bret: Now...the XCW has been going through a lot as of late, and I need to
address it. People out there have been saying that I am doing a horrible job as
a commisioner.

[Fans respond with boos.]

Bret: Well to be honest with you I have. I mean there's a whole lot of things
that I have screwed up on, and tonight I fix them. Tonight...I start by
changing some things around tonight. First the main event..."Stone Cold" Steve
Austin. You wanna come out and Stun me, and then Stun one of our best
announcers? You think that's fun...you think you're a rebel by doing that?
Well...I'll tell ya what. Rebels like to miss work too...so I'm suspending you
for the night.

[Crowd pops.]

Bret: Now I know you're on your way to the arena, and I have a few friends
waiting for you. So please...try to get into the arena.

["Hitman" chant starts up, and Bret pauses. He soaks it in for a second, and
then continues.]

Bret: Triple H...you and Barry Windham will meet at Halloween Hell in a First
Blood match. That's fine with me, but I wanna see a little preview of what's
going to take place on October 31st....so tonight....you take Austin's place in
that match!

[Crowd goes wild.]

Bret: That leaves Goldberg....heh...Goldberg tonight, you're on your own
against the XCW World Tag Team Champions! That means you deal with Bob Holly
amd Al Snow all by yourself....and if they beat you....whoever gets the
pin....will walk away with the XCW World Title!

[Fans erupt.]

Bret: Fans...the excellence of execution is here, and he's here to stay. I'm
not going anywhere, and tonight...I will rule this federation with an iron
fist. The XCW is going to be the best d -

BONG!!!

BONG!!!!

BONG!!!!!

[The lights go out...and the crowd screams for the Undertaker. The X-Tron
lights up, and then slowly a picture is shown. The Undertaker's face finally
can be seen, and the camera flash throughout the Fleet Center.]

The Undertaker: Bret Hart...The Undertaker respects what you are doing.
Although certain things will take place tonight that cannot be stopped. If you
or anyone else happen to get into the way of The Undertaker...prepare for a
hell to be unleashed, greater than you have ever seen. Tonight...The Undertaker
starts his path...which starts as a path of light slowly turns to dark with
every step I take. With every smile on a childs face that I pass by...will
slowly turn to saddness...for they know the destruction I bring. The shadows
will crawl along the path until the cold, dreary soul of The Undertaker reaches
his destination. That path ends at the begining of Halloween Hell.
Goldberg...your time is slowly coming to an end. Hell In The Cell is just a
mere piece of the HELL that I will reign down upon your soul. Goldberg....keep
your eyes open at all times, because The Undertaker will
not...rest...in...peace....until you have.

[With that the X-Tron turns black...Bret stands there in shock, and we cut to
the intro for Wednesday Night Warfare...

"Back In Black" by AC/DC starts up and we get a flood of scenes from the XCW
past and present...

::Foley lighting himself on fire before jumping off a ladder onto Taz.::

::Hitman locking Benoit in the Sharpshooter::

::Shane Douglas dropping Misawa on a chair with a Single Arm DDT::

::Triple H kicking Armstrong in the stomach, and then nailing the Pedigree::

::Windham superplexing Al Snow from the top turnbuckle through a table::

Then all of the scenes get faster and faster, and the letters...X....C...W show
up on the screen, and they all start to fade to black. As AC/DC gets to "BACK
IN BLACK" the screen lights up, and the letters explode.

We cut to a sold out Fleet Center, where fireworks are blasting all over the
arena. The camera pans across the crowd and signs are waving all over the
place. We cut to the announcers for the night...Jim Ross, and James E.
Cornette. Jim Ross wearing his cowboy hat, and black shirt and James E. is
wearing a horrid blue suit with a red button down. Of course he's got his
tennis racket too...]

Jim: WELCOME EVERYONE TO ANOTHER EDITION OF WEDNESDAY NIGHT WARFARE....HOT OFF
THE CLASH...WE'RE LIVE AT THE FLEET CENTER, IN BOSTON!!!

James: Ya know if there's one thing I hate it's listening to this Boston fans
scream and shout. I came here after a nice relaxing day, and I have to hear
these idiots scream. Do they even speak the English language? I can't
understand one damn thing anyone says around here....I can't wait to get the
hell out.

Jim: Well I'm sure they're glad to have you too! Fans The Undertaker said it
would happen at the Clash, and tonight he cemented that!

James: The Undertaker isn't going to do a damn thing...how in the hell is he
going to give someone a broken heart? What's he going to steal someone's
girlfriend? Look at the guy, would you go out with him?

Jim: I would not, but you never know. Fans Steve Austin has been banned from
the Fleet Center tonight, and Bret has dared him to try to get in.

James: And if I'm Austin I'm going to welcome that, get into this arena, and
Stun the hell outta everyone.

Jim: Triple H and Barry Windham will meet in the main event here tonight, and
this is going to be a little preview of what type of battle they're going to
have at Halloween Hell.

James: Triple H is going to wipe the canvas with Barry Windham, and he's going
to do it with ease. There's not reason for Triple H to be wrestling an old
washed up, mid-card junkie who never could get the job done....Triple H needs
to take on someone better than that!

Jim: And also...Goldberg will go against the XCW World Tag Team Champions in
what should be an interesting battle. If Al Snow or Bob Holly pin Goldberg then
they will become the XCW World Champion. That would change our Pay Per View
dramatically....

James: Can you imagine the rage that Goldberg is feeling right now? You can bet
that he's going to take it out on those two Yahoo's.

Jim: Plus we have so much more to get to...lets head down for our first match!

[Warfare headed to the ring as "The Hate In Me" played, bringing out Jeff
Hardy. He walks down the ramp alone, set to debut. He enters the ring and waits
for the arrival of his opponent.]

Jim: Jeff Hardy is a fine young athlete, and tonight he's going to have his
hands full with Brock Lesnar.

James: Yeah if this isn't a total squash then I'll eat my hand.

Jim: Well be preapared, because you just never know.

["STAY AWAY" by Nirvana hits, and while Jeff Hardy has no idea what the song's
saying, he knows what he's going to be in for during this match, as Brock
emerges from backstage and makes his way to the squared circle. Brock Lesnar
walked confidently down the ramp and entered the ring, keeping a close eye on
his opponent, making sure Hardy wouldn't jump him before the bell.]

Jim: There's the bell, and Hardy charges...Brock ducks, and OH MY GOD! He
clotheslines Hardy from behind, and that knocks the youngster down to his
stomach!

James: I think you should eat your hand if Hardy loses...or have you already
tried that?

Jim: No I have not. Brock lifts Hardy up and throws him into the turnbuckle
like a damn child! OH and he unloads with a series of forearms to the face! And
he follows up with a chop to the chest, and another one!!!!

[Brock pulls Hardy out of the corner and whips him into the ropes, nailing him
with a big boot to the face. Jeff rolls out of the ring in an attempt to regain
his balance, but he didn't count on Brock following him out. Hardy leans over
to catch his breath, then stands back up and turns around, only to see Brock
right behind him. Lesnar lifts BQ up in a gorilla press, and some of the fans
right in front of them are cheering The Next Big Thing on, while others are
backing away, afraid that Hardy may soon join them in their seats. Brock
decides to just drop Hardy behind him, and Hardy smacks against the arena floor
face-first.]

Jim: AND JEFF HARDY IS IN SERIOUS TROUBLE.

James: Well what the hell did you expect? Brock is nothing less than a beast,
and he's a man who thrives on killing his opponent.

Jim: Jeff Hardy might want to go back to singing in his band after that move.
Brock Lesnar now heads back into the ring, and the ref starts the count.

[He crawls back into the ring at the count of five, and Brock walks toward him.
Hardy thinks fast and catches Lesnar with a drop-toe-hold, sending him
throat-first into the bottom rope. He then picks Brock up, only to take him
over with a snapmare. Hardy backs into a corner and then charges forward,
delivering a rolling neck snap to his opponent.]

Jim: And Jeff Hardy mounting some offense....he brings Brock to a vertical
base, and he puts him in an arm wringe - OH DEAR LORD!!!! BROCK WITH A SHORT
CLOTHESLINE AND JEFF 360's TO THE FLOOR!!!!!

James: That's gonna make Jeff feel like a million bucks tomorrow.

Jim: Brock hasn't let go of the arm, and he brings him back up...ANOTHER
CLOTHESLINE!!!!

[Brock is STILL holding onto Hardy's left arm, so he brings him up, wrings the
arm for the third time, then clotheslines him for the third time.]

Jim: And Brock is just murdering Jeff Hardy in that ring right now. There's no
other word to describe the carnage that he has brought to the ring tonight.

James: He brings it everynight....I don't care who his opponent is. Taz, Vader,
Hogan, Hart, Taker...the list goes on and on. This man is a pwoerhouse like no
other we have ever seen, and there's nothing ANYONE can do about it.

Jim: Hardy is slowly getting to his feet, and I think he's been all wrong about
his offense for this match. Jeff needs to outthink him, and he's not doing
that.

James: That's like a lemming doing something on his own...that'll never happen.

Jim: Both men in the center of the ring now, and a lock up? Are you serious?
Jeff Hardy now with a go-behind, and Brock with a massive elbow to the side of
the head. Brock locks in an arm wringer, and turns it into a hammerlock. Jeff
screams out, and now he's looking for an escape....

[Jeff puts his right arm around Brock's head in a 3/4 facelock, before he
springs up and backflips over Brock, breaking out of the hold. He then
dropkicks Lesnar in the back, sending him into the ropes. Hardy charges, but
Brock ducks and sends Jeff over the top rope and onto the apron.]

Jim: Brock turns around, and he's met with a forearm to the face, sending him
stumbling backward!!!

James: That didn't send him backward...he slipped.

Jim: Hardy goes for a sprinboard hurrican - NO! Brock catches him, and NOW
HARDY FIRING FISTS IN.....and Brock throws Jeff off of his shoulders.

[Hardy does a complete backflip in the process, landing on his feet, but he is
immediately taken over with a belly-to-belly suplex RIGHT into the
turnbuckles.]

Jim: MY GOD.....

James: GEEZ!!!

[Brock drags Hardy into the middle of the ring and goes for the cover, but
Hardy manages to kick out after two. Brock rolls Hardy over onto his stomach,
and then climbs onto his back and pulls his head up, so that he can nail him
with several clubbing blows to the face. Brock then goes back to the armbar,
but Hardy manages to get to his feet and use that arm to take Brock over with
an armdrag, then slaps on an armbar of his own. Brock gets up and throws his
trapped arm forward, sending Hardy flying over his shoulder and crashing to the
mat. Jeff gets to his feet and backs away from Brock, then the two circle each
other again.]

Jim: You have to give Jeff Hardy some credit...I mean this kid is in there
taking one hell of a beating, and he's still up. The kid is still up against
big, bad, Brock Lesnar.

James: A normal man would've quit, but Hardy is an idiot...so he doesn't know
common sense.

Jim: Hardy wants another lock up...Brock catches him with an elbow to the back
of th neck.
[Brock attempts to whip Jeff into the ropes, but Jeff puts the brakes on and
hits Brock with a forearm, before whipping him into the ropes and bouncing off
the near ropes himself. Jeff nails Lesnar with a flying forearm, and then gets
to his feet, shaking his left arm. He pulls Brock up and sends him into the
corner, then goes for his somewhat-patented handspring elbow. Brock catches him
in a waistlock, though, and turns around, then throws Hardy over with a release
German suplex.]

Jim: And Jeff Hardy FOLDS LIKE A DAMN ACCORDION!!!! Brock goes for the cover
once again...ONE!! TWO!!! He gets his shoulder up before three, and Brock not
wasting any time....he picks him up, and he throws Hardy hard into the corner.

James: And look at this...this isn't going to be good.

Jim: F5 OFF THE TOP ROPES....HE HITS IT!!!!! MY GOD HE HITS IT!!!

[But Brock starts to scream out in pain....]

Jim: And...and...something has gone wrong here folks.

James: What the heck happened?

Jim: Brock Lesnar is clutching his leg, and it appear that he landed on it
wrong. Hardy is starting to stir, and lets check the replay if we can...

[We see the F5 off the top turnbuckle once again, and Brock landed totally
wrong on his leg. You can see the bone pop almost through the skin, and the
wince on his face.]

Jim: Hardy is up...and he makes the cover...ONE!! TWO!! THREE!!!

James: WHAT!?!?

Jim: HARDY WINS!!!!!

[Jeff Hardy slides out of the ring and runs to the back, and EMT's climb into
the ring to check on Brock Lesnar.]

Jim: It looks as though Brock has seriously injured his leg....

James: No kidding...

Jim: Triple H and Goldberg are both down here now, and they're ch -

BONG!!!!

BONG!!!!

BONG!!!!!

[The lights go out, and the X-Tron shows the Undertaker standing in a
graveyard. Hunter, and Goldberg turns their attention to him, and Taker begins
to speak...]

The Undertaker: Brock Lesnar...you are just the begining of my prophecy. Just
be thankfull I didn't declare it a broken neck...take heed in this warning for
I will not tolerate disrespect from someone like you. Brock Lesnar, your leg
will heal...but your memory of this moment, never will.

[And just like that the Undertaker vanishes from the screen and the lights go
back on. We cut to a commercial for the first time tonight.]