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the ring for a "Lights Out" contest. So much has transpired between these men,
and this is going to be one of the best matches, if not THE best match of the
night.
Paul: I have my money on RVD!!!
FINK: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Lights
Out match for the XCW Television championship...
[MASSIVE CROWD POP!]
FINK: This means that when one man fails to answer the ten count,
his opponent will be crowned the undisputed Television champion.
[As the Fink finishes speaking, he's cut off by a stern, southern
drawl which blares over the arena loudspeakers.]
"WHAT?!"
[The XCW-tron fades to pure black and is met with a barrage of
swirling white letters which form on the massive screen. When
they stop moving, they form the word:
"WHAT?!"]
[A pane of black glass rises from the ground, at the mount of the
entranceway. Written on it, in large white letters, is...
"WHAT?!"]
FINK: Introducing first ... the challenger...
[The glass shatters! "Oh Hell Yeah" by Snoop Dogg, off the WWF Aggression CD,
blares over the loudspeakers, causing the fans in attendance to go into
a frenzy of boos.]
FINK: Hailing from Victoria, Texas and weighing in at 241 lbs... He is..._
"STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE COLD" STEVE AUSTIN!
[The Texas rattlesnake himself walks out from the back, sporting
a sadistic smile. Austin's clad in his normal black "Austin 3:16"
vest, traditional black tights, and black boots. He's also wearing
a matching black knee braces.]
[Cold and calculating, Austin prowls towards the ring. Upon
reaching it, he slides underneath the bottom rope and makes
his way to his corner. He slouches into the corner and awaits
his opponent as his music fades out.]
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FINK: Aaaaand his opponent...
['Walk' by Pantera _explodes_ over the XCW sound system and the thousands in
attendance hit the ceiling! The opening rift gets the fans all riled up as we
approach the second to last match of the evening. Finally, from behind the
curtain, almost like an explosion, appears the XCW Television Champion, Rob ...
Van ... Dam. Decked out in a black and yellow swirling singlet, the TV Title
is slung over his shoulder, tightly clasped in the back. He nods his head
along with the music a few times.]
FINK: He hails from Battle Creek, Michigan and weighs in at 223 lbs.
He is the current XCW Television champion...
[Massive pop!]
FINK: He is...
[The crowd echoes 'the Fink'...]
ROB ... VAN ... DAM!!!
[Van Dam thumbs up as Fink says his name aloud, drawing a strong reaction from
the crowd on hand. He shakes his head and starts down the entrance ramp,
slapping hands with fans on his way down, as the chorus of 'Walk' kicks in.]
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#RE ... SPECT ... WALK ... Whaddaya say?!#
#RE ... SPECT ... WALK ... Are you talkin'' to me?!#
[Van Dam's music finally fades out as he and Austin eye each other up from
their respective turnbuckles. Austin sheds his vest and tosses it at the
ring attendant. Van Dam throws an impressive spin kick into the air
to the delight of the crowd.]
ROSS: And this is sure to be one hell of a slobberknocker tonight here folks!
A lot on the line. The XCW Television Title sitting atop that list.
ROMA: That's right Jim and these two are sure not to disappoint ... woah and
we're underway already!
[Austin storms Van Dam with a flurry of right hands to the face. He's backed
into the corner.]
ROSS: Van Dam in a bad way here. The turnbuckle is not where he wants to be
if he wants to be successful here tonight.
[Austin cocks his right fist back, cracking Van Dam across the mug with a
haymaker.]
CROWD: WHAT?!
[And another. Van Dam's head rocks back.]
CROWD: WHAT?!
[And one more ...
Van Dam ducks and reverses Austin into the corner.]
ROSS: Pretty little set of kicks there by the Champion, oooh, and what a spin
kick.
[Austin uses the ropes to pull himself out of the corner, and he lunges at Van
Dam, who quickly side shuffles to safety. Austin chases him, but Rob slides
under the ring ropes as 'Stone Cold' reaches over the ropes, just barely
missing him.]
ROMA: Now if there's one thing I can't stand Jim, it's running away from a
fight. Van Dam is supposed to represent XCW as the Television Champion, and a
fighting champion he should be.
ROSS: Well obviously you didn't catch his Ladder Match with Marty Janetty just
a few weeks ago ... Well, folks, there's nothing the referee can do here to
keep the match in the ring, and much like we suspected, it's going to be taken
outside right by us here ...
[Austin exits the ring, stalking Van Dam, who is gathering himself around the
corner of the ring He grabs Van Dam by the head and slams it into the ring
post.]
ROMA: Now this is what I'm talkin' about! Action! This is what the people
came here to see!
[Van Dam's down on the mats, clutching his face. He removes his hand exposing
a crimson mask.]
ROSS: And Van Dam's been busted wide open! Jesus we're still early in this
matchup here! Oh and Austin loves it!
['Stone Cold' has a smile from ear to ear, as he glances down at Van Dam, who
has made it to all fours Austin drives a Double Axe Handle to the small of
RVD's back, and he collapses to the mat.]
ROMA: What's he doing?
[Austin leaves Van Dam in search of, well, something. He finds ... a chair,
right under our time keeper. He simply tosses him aside, taking the hardware.]
ROSS: Well, I was afraid this might happen ...
['Stone Cold' approaches a very vulnerable Rob Van Dam, who looks dizzy to say
the least, chair in hand ... he cocks back...]
ROSS: VAN DAMINATOR~!~! My God he sprung up like a cat there! Did you see
that Paul?!
ROMA: Well I'll be Van Damned Jim ... Van Dam playin' a little bit of possum
there, and now it looks like Austin's not in the best of shape.
[Van Dam does a signature shoulder point and the crowd reacts in full. The
referee begins his mandatory ten count ...
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ROSS: What's Van Dam doing now??
[RVD picks Austin up and throws him back into the ring under the bottom rope.]
ROMA: Well he knows it's gonna take a hell of a lot more than a big move early
in the matchup to put the Texas Rattlesnake out for a count of ten, so he might
as well go to work on him.
[Van Dam follows Austin into the ring, chair in hand. He sets the chair up in
between the top two ropes in the far turnbuckle. A swift knee to the mouth
staggers Austin.]
ROSS: Irish Whip ...
[On Austin's way back, Van Dam hits the mat, Austin hops.]
ROSS: Pretty little leap frog there by the Champ ...
[On Austin's second trip back from the ropes, Van Dam catches his head, hooking
him in the Suplex position ...]
ROMA: Austin's fighting, he won't let Van Dam hook him. And again.
ROSS: Great strength shown here by the challenger, oh but a sharp knee to the
gut by Van Dam. But Austin still won't let him get him. And what's he doing
here?!
[Austin lifts Van Dam up, almost into a Northern Lights, and holds him. Van
Dam kicks his legs, trying to reverse. Momentum swings and ...]
ROSS: Swinging DDT!! Van Dam planted Austin! Right on that bad neck of his!
ROMA: Things looked like they were going Austin's way there, but a hell of a
reverse by Van Dam there.
[Rob kips up and plays to the crowd while Austin rolls onto his stomach, both
hands wrapped tightly around his neck. Van Dam grabs his arm, rolling him over
and dragging him into position.]
ROMA: He may be going for the jugular here Ross. If he hits this it could be
Lights Out for Steve Austin.
ROSS: Lights Out is right!
[Van Dam hops up to the top of the turnbuckle, as only he can do, and flashes a
quick thumb point before flying through the air ....]
ROSS: He missed the Five Star Frog Splash! He went for his signature Five
Star Frog Splash and Austin dug deep down and rolled out of the way!! And the
referee's counting them BOTH out!!
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ROMA: And Austin's up! And right now I would NOT want to be one Rob Van Dam.
[Austin paces over to Van Dam, finishes pulling him up and starts laying right
hands into his bloodied face. RVD oversells, like always, flopping backwards
with each one. Austin rocks his world, sending him to the mat. He climbs atop
RVD and begins pummeling him. Austin pauses to verbally berate Van Dam, before
standing and dragging the champ to his feet.]
ROSS: Uh oh. Austin's looking at that chair Van Dam set up earlier, and this
doesn't look too good for RVD!
[Austin grabs RVD by the wrist and Irish Whips him face first into the chair,
making a loud, grotesque clank.]
ROSS: My God his face has to be shattered from that shot!
ROMA: Ross, I love this. This is what these Last Man Standing Matches are
supposed to be!
ROSS: And Austin's got the chair now!
[CRACK! Austin slams the chair over Van Dam's skull, and he collapses to the
mat in a heap. Austin paces around the ring, shouting profanities at his
fallen opponent.]
ROMA: Get up Rob, get up! So 'Stone Cold' can scramble your brains some more!
ROSS: No, it's not right! Stay down Rob, stay down!
[The ref is mid-count ...]
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[Van Dam makes it to both knees, his head hung limply to one side, hands
resting on his thighs, face fully exposed.
CRACK!!!]
ROSS: Good God enough is enough! Let the ref make his count and have that be
it! Walk away the champion, but let your opponent walk away too!
ROMA: I think a few fans got a piece of Van Dam's face as a souvenir over
there Jim! This is great!
[A mouthful of blood explodes from Van Dam, as he spits the red fluid all over
the mat. RVD looks like he's been through hell and back, and Austin straddles
him, slapping him in the back of the head, mocking him.]
ROSS: Now come on dammit!
[Austin picks RVD up by the hair, flips him off, a swift kick to the gut and
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ROSS: Van Dam catches the boot!
['Stone Cold' pokes Van Dam in the eye, leveling the playing field.]
ROMA: STUNNER~!~! STUNNER~!~!
ROSS: Van Dam's out! He's unconscious! Dead, even!
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ROSS: Get a stretcher out here! Van Dam needs it! Give Austin the title and
let's get on to our Main Event!
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[Austin picks Van Dam up off the mat. RVD stumbles around, as Austin watches
intently. Blinded by his own blood, he swings aimlessly. Austin chuckles,
with his hands on his hips. He backs himself into the corner, as Van Dam
stumbles like a town drunk.
He turns around, catching referee Earl Hebner ...]
ROSS: NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX on Earl Hebner!! Van Dam couldn't even see!!
ROMA: Disqualify him! DQ! End it now!
ROSS: It's No Disqualification! The only way to win the match if by making
your opponent surrender to the 10 count!
[Austin springs out of the corner with a swift kick to the bewildered Van Dam.]
ROMA: STUNNER~!~!
ROSS: My God another Stunner!! And there's nobody to even count Van Dam out!
He's out like a light but this one's still not over! Get somebody out here!
[Austin looks around, for somebody to make the count, but sees Hebner
completely unconscious from Van Dam's suplex. Enraged, he picks up the dented
up chair and begins pummeling RVD with it, like a mad man.]
ROSS: This just isn't right! Somebody stop this! Austin's a man possessed!
Somebody come down and count Van Dam out!!
[Austin's frustration seems to stop however as he suddenly sheds a
sadistic smile.]
ROSS: My god.. what's he doing? Somebody stop him. Somebody
throw in the damn towel.
ROMA: This isn't Rocky you idiot. Van Dam was aware of the
risks when he signed the contract for this match.
ROSS: You heartless son of a bitch! The man has a family...
ROMA: Boo hoo. Ha, look at this.
[Austin sits Van Dam up and tucks his head forward. He grabs
the dented chair, rears back and...]
ROSS: MY GOD! MY GOD! Austin just took Van Dam's head off!
ROMA: That was the hardest chair shot I've ever seen in my life.
CROWD: "HO-LY SHIT!"
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ROSS: And this just isn't right. Wait, Hebner's back up now and he's
starting to count. Thank god, let it end.
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ROSS: Austin's holding that chair the way a samurai holds his sword.
Look at him smile, it's sickening!
ROMA: Oh shut up, Ross. He just obliterated Van Dam... let him bask
in his glory.
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ROSS: And Van Dam's still on his back from that mammoth chairshot. Stone Cold
is about to become the XCW Television Champion.
CROWD: "HO-LY SHIT!"
ROMA: There isn't a better choice...
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ROSS: This is it folks.
HEBNER: Te--
*CRACK*
*CRACK*
*CRACK*
[Three monstrous shots surprise everyone in attendance as Austin
_levels_ Earl Hebner three times with the steel chair before he can
hit the ground. The crowd boos.]
ROSS: THAT SICK SONUVABITCH! Stone Cold just took Earl Hebner's
head clean off. He had the title won and instead decided to attack
the referee? What kind of a man is that?
ROMA: Shut your mouth, Ross. Hebner decided to lay down on
the job when Austin had the match won before, so he got what
he deserved.
ROSS: He was suplexed by Van Dam!
ROMA: A likely story.
[Austin looks into the camera, and we pick up the following:
SCSA: "Ah told this sumbitch that ah was gonna kill him... an'
ah wasn't lying."]
ROSS: Austin's pulling Van Dam to his feet ... what's he
gonna do now? He bounces off the ropes, chair in hand, and
jumps with the chair...
[Hitting nothing but air.]
ROSS: Van Dam just collapsed, which allowed him to avoid
Austin's chairshot.
ROMA: That coward! How dare he collapse.
ROSS: But Austin won't leave him alone!
[Austin throws the chair down and walks right over to Van
Dam.]
ROSS: Kick by Van Dam! Somehow... some way, Rob Van Dam
was able to kick Austin, and now Austin's doubled over.
ROMA: What the hell...? Is Van Dam superman or something? How's
he still fighting.
ROSS: Good question, but he is! Van Dam kips up to his feet and
listen to this crowd... it's electrifying in here.
ROMA: Right hand by Austin....
ROSS: Blocked by Van Dam, who hits Austin with a right of his own. Austin
delivers another right hand, which is blocked again! Van Dam takes a swing
at Austin... but Austin ducks!
ROMA: And Van Dam stops and flips right over Austin's back. He grabs
him... reverse DDT!
ROSS: Van Dam's on a second wind here, and he's on fire. He wipes the
blood out of his eyes... and now he bounces off the ropes.
[Van Dam bounces off the ropes, rolls forward, and flies through the
air delivering a big splash.]
ROSS: ROLLING THUNDER! ROLLING THUNDER! Van Dam's got it
going here... but I think we need a new referee. Earl Hebner is
still down on the outside from those monstrous chairshots from
the rattlesnake.
ROMA: Van Dam's in complete control now. He pulls Austin to his
feet, fires him into the turnbuckle, runs in after him and...
*SLAM*
ROSS: ...Sends him flying through the air with a monkey flip! Without
hesitation, Van Dam catapults himself onto the top turnbuckle,
split legged moonsault! He's really taking it to Austin here with this
high-paced offense.
[Van Dam hits a flipping splash on Austin then pulls him back to his
feet. He puts him in a front facelock, throws Austin's arm over his
shoulder and drives him into the ground..]
ROSS: Snap suplex by Van Dam... and he rolls over, back to their
feet... another snap suplex by Van Dam. He still doesn't let go,
rolls through and hits yet another snap suplex. Stone Cold is in
trouble here and Van Dam shows no sign of letting up.
ROMA: Look at the blood pour from his face, though. Van Dam
is bleeding profusely... and... uh oh.
ROSS: Van Dam just shedded one of those sadistic smiles that
we saw Austin do earlier. What's he going do?
ROMA: Well, he's leaving.
ROSS: What the hell is going on? Van Dam just slid out of the ring.
ROMA: Uh oh, Ross... he's getting the hardware.
[Van Dam lifts up the ring apron and pulls out a wooden table.]
ROSS: Van Dam sliding a table into the ring to the delight of the
crowd.
CROWD: "R-V-D!"
"R-V-D!"
"R-V-D!"
"R-V-D!"
"R-V-D!"
ROSS: The crowd fully behind Van Dam... and he's not done. He slides
a second table into the ring.
ROMA: But, he's still not going back in... He slides a third table under
the ring.
ROSS: Van Dam has lost it. He's tasted his own blood and it's made him
go insane... He reaches under the ring one more time...
ROMA: Uh oh, look out Steve. He's got a ladder!
ROSS: And what a ladder it is, too. It has to be at least twenty feet of
black steel and Van Dam's sliding it into the ring.
ROMA: But look... Austin's up... and he's setting a table up in the corner.
ROSS: Van Dam slides into the ring now and charges at Austin... Clothesline
by Van Dam... ducked by Austin.
ROMA: Van Dam turns around... middle finger salute by Austin... kick.
Wham! STUNNER!
[As Austin jumps to deliver the Stunner, Van Dam musters all his
strength towards lifting Austin into the air and drops him through
the table.]
ROSS: MY GOD! MY GOD!
CROWD: "EX SEE DUBBYA!"
"EX SEE DUBBYA!"
"EX SEE DUBBYA!"
"EX SEE DUBBYA!"
"EX SEE DUBBYA!"
"EX SEE DUBBYA!"
"EX SEE DUBBYA!"
"EX SEE DUBBYA!"
[Both men are down.]
ROMA: That was the craziest thing I've ever seen, Ross. Austin
stunned Van Dam... _as_ Van Dam threw him through the table.
Who took the worst of that impact?
ROSS: Hell if I know...
[Hebner while still dazed, rolls into the ring. Austin and RVD are
each pulling themselves back to there feet. After a few seconds
of struggling, they both make it and face each other.]
ROSS: Here we go again... either man can win this match... but
you have to wonder just how much more of this these guys can
take. Austin with a right hand... and another... and another. He rocks
back to bounce off the ropes and... oh my! He's stuck. Steve Austin
is stuck in the ropes, and look at Van Dam!
ROMA: Van Dam's smiling from ear to ear... and the crowd is on
their feet. Austin is yelling at him from the ropes, desperately
trying to break free.
ROSS: Van Dam smiles and sets up a table in the center of
the ring. Austin is screaming at him..
SCSA: "Come on, ya piece of trash. Kill me. What? Ah said
ta fuckin' kill me."
ROMA: The intensity in this match is ridiculous. And what is Van
Dam doing? Oh my god... he isn't. Tell me he isn't gonna do this.
ROSS: Van Dam's stacking the tables... and he isn't done yet. He's
setting up the ladder... and look at Austin. He's turning red with
rage.
SCSA: "Come on ya sumbitch... kill me. Send me ta hell."
[This gets Van Dam's attention... and causes him to walk over
towards the ring attendant. He asks for a mic, and is quickly
thrown one.]
RVD: "How's it feel, Austin? How's it feel to not be in control for
once? Right now, you're my bitch. There's nothing to disguise
yourself as. No sneak attacks. It's me and you, Austin. Man to
man. And well..."
[Van Dam picks up the now heavily dented chair.]
RVD: "It doesn't have to end like this Austin. Just tell him... Tell
them who knocked out Vader."
[Van Dam puts the microphone to Austin's mouth. Austin spits at
Van Dam.]
SCSA: "Ah knocked out Vader, jackass. Ah did it."
[Van Dam pulls back with the chair and drives it into Austin's face.]
ROSS: My god! Van Dam just made Austin eat steel!
RVD: "Come on, Austin. Tell them the truth. Who knocked out
Vader?"
SCSA: "Ah knocked that fat sumbitch out... just like I'm gonna
do ta you."
RVD: "Wrong answer."
[Again, RVD pulls back with the steel chair and sends it into Austin's
skull.]
ROMA: What a devastating chairshot by Are Vee Dee... and Austin is hurt.]
RVD: "Just say it, Austin... Tell them the truth."
SCSA: "Go ta hell..."
[RVD takes the chair and slams it into Austin's midsection three quick
times, causing him to spit a bit of blood.]
SCSA[coughing]: "Ok... ok... you knocked out Vader."
RVD: "WHAT?!"
SCSA: "You knocked out Vader."
RVD: "WHAT?!"
SCSA: "You knocked out Vader."
RVD: "WHAT?!"
SCSA: "Let me out already."
RVD: "Sure..."
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CROWD: "ARE-VEE-DEE!"
"ARE-VEE-DEE!"
"ARE-VEE-DEE!"
"ARE-VEE-DEE!"
"ARE-VEE-DEE!"
"ARE-VEE-DEE!"
"ARE-VEE-DEE!"
"ARE-VEE-DEE!"
ROSS: My god... What brutality. Van Dam just tossed the chair into
the air and Van Daminated it into Austin's face.
ROMA: And now I see what you mean, Ross. This match has crossed
the line. These men can have their careers ended.
ROSS: So true. Hebner watches at Austin slumps to the mat in a heap
and he begins the ten count.
Hebner: Oneeeeeeeee...
[Crowd echoes: One!]
Hebner: Twooooooooo...
[Crowd echoes: Two!]
Hebner: Threeeeeee...
[Crowd echoes: Three!]
Hebner: Foouuuuuurrrrrr...
[Crowd echoes: Four!]
Hebner: Fiiiiiiiiive...
[Crowd echoes: Five!]
Hebner: Siiiiiiiix...
[Crowd echoes: Six!]
Hebner: Seevvvvvennnn.
[Crowd echoes: Seven!]
Hebner: Eiiiiiiiiight...
[Crowd echoes: Eight!]
Hebner: Niiiiiiiiiiine...
[Crowd echoes: Nine!]
Hebner: Te...
[Crowd echoes: TEN_AWWWWWWWW!!!!!]
ROSS: What the hell?! What in the goddamn hell? Van Dam didn't take the
win... he pulled Austin back up! And what is he doing...?
[Crowd: WE WANT TABLES!!!!]
ROMA: Oh no... Rob, don't do it. It isn't worth it. Throw Austin back
on the ground and take your win. It isn't worth your career.
[Crowd: WE WANT TABLES!!!!]
ROSS: Don't tell me... No way, Rob. You can't listen to them... that's
suicide...
[Crowd: WE WANT TABLES!!!!]
[Van Dam grabs Austin and places him on the double stacked tables. He
does his signature double point, and the crowd screams: "ROB...VAN...DAM!"]
ROSS: Van Dam points to the sky... and he's... he's...
ROMA: Spit it out, Ross! Van Dam is ascending that massive ladder.
He's going up....
ROSS: Slowly, Van Dam climbs the ladder as Austin lies motionless
on the table...
[The crowd is on their feet. ]
ROSS: Van Dam is on the top of the ladder! And... what a sight!
[Thousands of flashbulbs go off as RVD poses atop the monstrous
ladder. ]
ROMA: He's gonna fly, Ross... just like his idol Paul Roma back in my
Power and Glory days.
ROSS: You plummeted off twenty foot ladders to your death?
ROMA: Well... no. But, I sure as hell look good. Anyways, Van
Dam's gonna send both himself and Austin straight to hell with
this move.
ROSS: OH MY GOD!!!!!! LOOK OUT!!!!!
[Van Dam swiftly floats through the air with downright _terrifying_
height as he puts his arms between his legs and then back above
his head...]
ROSS: FIVE_STAR_FROG_SPLASH!
[As Van Dam plummets towards his opponent... something is wrong...
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The rattlesnake somehow gets to his feet, and as Van Dam gets dangerously
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Austin grabs ahold of his head and leaps, sending both men through the
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A Stone Cold Stunner!]
ROMA: OH MY GOD!!!
ROSS: STUNNER!!!! STUNNER!!!! STUNNER!!!!
[You can hear Ross and Roma putting their headsets down.]
CROWD: "HO-LY SHIT!!!"
"HO-LY SHIT!!!"
"HO-LY SHIT!!!"
"HO-LY SHIT!!!"
"HO-LY SHIT!!!"
"HO-LY SHIT!!!"
"HO-LY SHIT!!!"
"HO-LY SHIT!!!"
"HO-LY SHIT!!!"
"HO-LY SHIT!!!"
"HO-LY SHIT!!!"
"HO-LY SHIT!!!"
[You can hear the headsets being put back on.]
ROSS: MY GOD!! The ring looks like Ground Zero... Steve Austin
and Rob Van Dam... have to be dead. They're buried underneath
what used to be a pair of tables...
ROMA: I'm speechless...
[Hebner doesn't know what to do... he tries to check on Austin
and Van Dam... but they're buried beneath the rubble of wood.
Reluctantly, he counts...]
Hebner: One!
ROSS: My god... these men, they have to be dead. Crippled at
the least.. the human body was _not_ designed for anything
like this... My god, I hope they're alive...
Hebner: Two!
ROMA: I'm still speechless.
Hebner: Three!
ROSS: Never, in the fourty plus years I've been watching this business,
have I seen a moment like that.
Hebner: Four!
Five!
ROMA: Jesus christ, Ross... Do you think they're alive?
Hebner: Six!
ROSS: I honestly hope so.
[HUGE "OH MY GOD" POP FROM THE CROWD(!!!) as a hand emerges
from the rubble.]
Hebner: Seven!
ROMA: Holy shit, Ross... someone's alive.. One of these men survived!
[The other arm pops up as well, and one of the men begins to move...
crawling to the ropes!]
Hebner: Eight!
ROSS: HOW IN THE HELL?!? HOW IN THE HELL IS HE MOVING!
[This man pulls himself up to one knee...]
Hebner: Nine!
[To both knees...]
ROSS: He's up! He's up! My god, he's up. Is he isn't the toughest sonuvabitch
living, I'd like to meet who is...
Hebner: Ten!
[DING DING DING!!!!!]
FINK: Here is your winner...
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and, NEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW_
XCW Television Champion,
_"STONE_COLD"_
STEEEEEEEEVE AAAAAAAAAUSSSSSSSTTTTTINNNNN!
[HUGE RESPECT POP(!!!) for the two men who just risked their lives,
definitely sacrificing years of their life as a result. Van Dam is still
motionless beneath the table as Austin collapses as well, crawling
on the floor in desperation. Hebner grabs the Television title and
hands it to Austin, who rolls to RVD, mutters a few choice words,
and then rolls away, clutching his ribs.]
ROMA: Love him or hate him, Austin is a tough sonuvabitch...
ROSS: Without a doubt. They don't come much tougher than
Austin and Rob Van Dam... and they put on a classic here
tonight that will be talked about for ages to come. They may
not like each other, and they don't, but I'll be shocked to all
hell if they haven't earned each other's respect after this match.
ROMA: Most definitely. This one was without a doubt the match
of the year thus far, and believe me, it's gonna be damn hard to
top.
[Paramedics rush to the ring to tend to the two fallen combatants.]
ROSS: Folks, stay tuned while the paramedics tend to Austin and
Van Dam... our main event is next.