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World Tag Team Championships: John Morrison and Joey Nebraska vs CM Punk and Suffering
"God almighty" says Ross simply, Suffering and Sergio Griffon under a barrage as we see that CM Punk is now joining them, coming through the crowd after having left the rafters. Security is either side of him as he comes through the fans. The crowd are seemingly as in shock as everybody else. EMTs and Referees streaming down the aisle, Stephanie McMahon surprisingly amongst them, the EMTs headed to Michael Shane who's been lowered back to the ring by somebody, blood absolutely everywhere
"I... I'm absolutely speechless folks" goes Ross, the camera panning out to reveal Jerry Lawler has left his announce position and is in the ring, the Referees forming a barrier to keep Suffering and the Gathering away, the crowd roaring now as we see Superstars coming down the aisle
"Ohhh Lord.... if this couldn't get any worse"
The crowd roar as they see who it is - Ric Flair, followed by John Morrison, Joey Nebraska and a visibly upset Ashley Massaro, Flair keeping her close, protectively, them all charging down the aisle and Flair instantly exploding
"SON OF A BITCH... YOU PIECE OF CRAP" he wails, throwing himself at the barrier of Referees
"This is completely out of control folks" goes Ross, Road Agents in the ring - Ricky Steamboat holding Flair back as Dean Malenko, out here for the second time tries to pacify and equally outraged Morrison and Nebraska
"This is NOT how I'm sure either John Morrison or Joey Nebraska envisioned their big match tonight starting folks, no music, theatrics... this is as real as it gets" goes Ross quietly, Flair shrugging off the hold of Steamboat, looking calmed as Suffering smirks in the corner, resting against the turnbuckles in as arrogant as fashion as you can imagine, knowing he's protected by the line of Officials. Still in the center of the ring lays Michael Shane, Ashley at his side, his blood covering both of them as she holds his hand, tears streaming down her face, JR disgusted as Mickie James takes the time to taunt her from behind the barrier, Ashley seemingly barely hearing. The EMTs have Shane's jacket off, casting it aside as they slide the board into the bloody ring, Flair turning away from the Gathering to watch, simply shaking his head, exchanging words with Dusty Rhodes who's appeared from somewhere, Stephanie McMahon keeping a distance on the outside, looking in shock
"This... this a frightful scene folks, we're not even gunna dignify what happened here with a replay, this was beyond heinous and if this company has an ounce of integrity that bastard Suffering will never step foot in that ring again, his career should be over" says JR, Shane fitted with an oxygen mask, those assembled look shocked as Shane is fitted with a blood bag
"Michael Shane has lost a lot of blood folks, a hell of a lot... he needs to get to a medical facility as soon as possible, I think these Superstars realize that... a brawl here is not gunna help" says Ross, the camera getting a wide shot and showing a shaken Jerry Lawler returning to his position
"JR... I''' I've never seen anything like this" is all he can say as the New Generation Nature Boy is slid out under the bottom rope
"Michael Shane has not opened his eyes folks, he has not moved in the past five minutes since he was left off that damn thing. This wasn't wrestling King... I'm gunna level with the fans at home, you know that what we do is entertainment.. that we strive to put on a great show for all of you at home... but this wasn't sports entertainment, it wasn't wrestling... this was something out of a horror movie, it was beyond assault... dammit it wasn't far from being attempted murder"
The camera gets another shot of the smirking Suffering, Sergio Griffon wisely sliding out under the bottom rope and headed up the aisle as everybody is distracted, Shane being put on the trolley at ringside
"That damn Suffering.... he's like some kind of modern day Charles Manson and the Gathering is his family, what hold does he have over these people where they'll commit acts like this.... and what does this do to the likes of John Morrison and Joey Nebraska? watching the man they're supposed to fight do this?"
"Well I think Morrison and Nebraska will either be scared to death right now or about ready to kill Suffering, you know Morrison and Shane are old buddies, they seemed to make up earlier... and as for Ric Flair... JR, Ric is gunna explode" worries King as we see Flair eying the Gathering from behind the barrier of Referees, Sufferings smirk flickering a little as he makes eye contact
"I wouldn't like to be at the medical facility tonight JR, both Ryan Simmons and Michael Shane in ER... they'll be raising some hell I know it" laughs King weakly, making a vain attempt to lighten the atmosphere as Michael Shane is wheeled up the aisle, the fans roaring as he goes, giving him a chant as well much like Simmons earlier, Rhodes, Steamboat, Flair, Stephanie and Ashley all following
"From what I understand it folks over my headset, Michael Shane is being taken to the medical room backstage here at the arena, he needs to be looked at now as a matter of urgency, the medical facility is some way away and Shane is losing blood at an alarming rate. We do not wish to frighten or alarm our fans or Mr Shane's friends an family who maybe watching tonight but those are the facts, he will then be transferred to the facility straight afterward"
We see the Officials relaxing their impromptu cordon around the Gathering, Mickie James exiting the ring, waiting till everybody else has gone it seems, Flair looking back at Punk and Suffering, his stare saying all that needs to be said as we get a shot of the stretcher headed backstage, Ashley still at her mans side
"And spare a thought for Ashley folks, you know couples in WWE rarely last, there's always something that comes between them.. but from Raw to SmackDown and elsewhere, Ashley and Michael Shane have stuck together, they really love each other King... what must she be thinking right now"
"I can't imagine JR... but I can certainly imagine what John Morrison is thinking" goes King as Morrison heads right for Suffering, the Officials getting back in the way, ring hands working frantically to clean the ring up as best they can
"This match I'm informed IS going ahead... Vince McMahon is currently occupied, he will make a decision on Suffering and the Gathering's status following this contest. this is coming from Stephanie McMahon folks"
"Rightly so JR... Suffering should never work in WWE again... I can't believe what he did"
The ring appears to be clear, Morrison casting off his coat and sunglasses, the crowd giving a pop now as they see a figure headed down the aisle - it's Ricky Steamboat again, this time with the two World Tag Team Championships on his shoulders.
"Ricky Steamboat here folks, in all the confusion it appears we forgot the Tag Titles, Stephanie as I understand was scheduled to bring them out here and present them, of course now with this to deal with backstage. Steamboat slaps hands at ringside, the crowd erupting, getting some of their energy back as they see Steamboat shake hands with Mickey Rourke sat in the front row, Rourke pointing aloft and exchanging a few words with The Dragon about what just happened it seems, Steamboat allowing him to have a look at the World Tag Team Title
"Mickey Rourke folks, star of The Wrestler, that a hell of a film lemme tell ya, a story so familiar to a lot of people in this business."
"Heeey... I think he likes it” goes King, Rourke jokingly refusing to give Steamboat the belt back before placing it on the legends shoulder and shaking his hand again, Steamboat headed to the announce desk
“Do you mind if I join you gentlemen?” he asks
“Not at all Ricky... its a great honor quite frankly” goes Ross, Steamboat placing the two belts on the announce desk in front of JR and King before sitting next to Lawler
“Rather abrupt I must apologize, all this has totally taken us all by surprise but I want to just pick up on something you said, that this wasn’t wrestling... you’re perfectly right. This was as far from what I called wrestling as I’ve ever seen and for anything it may be worth I throw my weight behind what you also said about Suffering’s career, he should not be allowed to fight in this business again”
“The words of Ricky Steamboat there folks... I’m sure sentiments shared by many, not least those two men John Morrison and Joey Nebraska...”
“No doubt Jim, you know I happen to know Michael Shane very well and I know he has a reputation as an arrogant young man but nothing could be further from the truth, he’s always shown myself and people like Dusty and Ric the highest respect, he told me that alongside Ric Flair, he modeled his in ring style on my own and to have that said to you, that you have a legacy, that’s a great honor and I don’t think Suffering or this CM Punk have that, they don’t know what legacy and honor is”
“But what will this do to the mindset of Morrison and Nebraska JR?” King asks as we see the ring is now clear, Mickie James having headed backstage, leaving us with just the gaggle of officials and the two teams we were scheduled to have out here. Jimmy Korderas seems to draw the short straw, he will officiate but the other Referee’s certainly aren’t going anywhere, exiting to stand at ringside, knowing that there could yet be trouble after this
“I’m gunna go out on a limb King, I think The Gathering may have just fired up these two guys a lot more than otherwise and there’s another factor, Morrison and Nebraska are NOT loved by our fans... but now they have this capacity crowd fully behind them. I think the Gathering may have just made the biggest mistake of their lives in so many ways”
“They’ve mad a lot of enemies here tonight” confirms Steamboat and it’s going to be CM Punk starting this contest against John Morrison, Steamboat claiming how disappointed he is in Punk, knowing him from his pre-WWE days as the bell rings and this match is underway. Morrison and Punk size each other up, the canvas still stained from Michael Shane's blood as they hook up in the collar and elbow tie up, both jockeying for position before Morrison switches to the back for the waistlock, reversed by Punk, switching into a Waistlock of his own... cant capitalize on it however and Morrison switches out of it, feigning getting the Waistlock back applied and instead going low for the Drop Toe Hold. Punk is planted face first into the canvas, Morrison spins on the back before switching to the head with a Front Facelock on the mat, easily ducked out of it by Punk who grabs the arm and gets over the back - Hammerlock, nice exchange of holds here, Steamboat in particularly sounding impressed on commentary. Morrison however is still fresh, this only the opening minute and he’s easily to his feet, throwing back an Elbow... strikes home, Punk hit in the face. Here’s a Side Headlock... body blow by Punk... again.. again, wearing black trunks tonight, that famous Pepsi logo visible on his arm... and he hits home again, charging forward to force Morrison into the ropes. JR talks briefly about how both these men have histories in tag wrestling, Morrison famously with Michael Shane and CM Punk with Colt Cabana as the Second City Saints, those two teams having faced off at One Night Stand 2007 from the Manhattan Center. Punk sends Morrison running meanwhile, into the ropes on the other side... and rebounds with a Shoulder Block to Punk, the Straight Edge Superstar down. Morrison back pedals, off the ropes back at Punk... Drop Toe Hold, Punk over the back.. into a Side Headlock of his own on the canvas, Suffering and Joey Nebraska looking on, trying to encourage their partners. Morrison tries to twist out of the move but can’t, sitting forward only allowing Punk to turn it into more of a Sleeper Hold. Morrison however manages to get to his feet as the crowd cheer, giving him some support as our commentary team believed they would do. Morrison's up... tosses Punk over his back, modified judo throw, nicely done.. but it allows Punk up quickly, the Gathering man aiming a kick... CRACK, scores, kick to the leg, again, again, again, educated feet from CM Punk. Morrison is exposed, leaving himself open to the Front Facelock.... Punk hoists Morrison, bounces his feet off the top rope - Slingshot Suplex, nicely done, float over - One... Two.. Thno, Morrison kicks out and now the boos really begin, jeers echoing out as Punk stands and reaches for the tag - Suffering makes it, entering and standing over Morrison. King claims there’s nothing he’d like more than to put Morrison in a hospital bed next to Michael Shane as Suffering grabs the head and pulls Morrison to his feet - straight Right Hand. Morrison stagers - Snapmare - CRACK, Roundhouse to the head of Morrison sat on the canvas, a vile shot simply drawing yet more heat, here's a cover by the Intercontinental Champion.. One... Two... no, Morrison kicks out Suffering wastes no time in staying on his opponent, shoving him back down to the canvas and covering again - same result. Suffering grabs the head and stands, pulling his opponent up... but this time the former MNM member has it scouted, nice Side Knee. Morrison staggers away toward his corner - blind tag by Joey Nebraska, Nebraska entering... but Suffering is already charging, looking to catch him off guard as Morrison exits... and succeeds, Running Clothesline into the pads, Nebraska sent into them. Suffering back pedals , charges again and leaps up - gets his feet into the abdomen, arms around the head - nice Monkey Flip, Nebraska sent flying into the center of the ring. He staggers up, Suffering charges.... and sends both himself and Nebraska to the mats on the outside with a Foley style Clothesline. The crowd pop as CM Punk and John Morrison step down off the apron, slowly headed around as well as JR warns that Jimmy Korderas will need to keep order under exceptional circumstances here. Suffering gets to his feet and mocks Morrison on the other side of the ring, arms out and slowly moving his head as if a wind were blowing his hair. The fans boo, Nebraska only just rising, grabbed by the Intercontinental Champion and walked back up the steps, Suffering taking the lead.... no, Nebraska gets his arm around his opponents legs, sweeps them - THUDONK, sends Suffering down face first into the metal steps - MASSIVE pop
“Lets see how YOU like it you son of a bitch” spits Ross with undisguised pleasure, Suffering rolling on the mats at ringside clutching his face. CM Punk is there, tending to his comrade... and Morrison charges around, the crowd roaring as he smashes into Punks back with a Clothesline, sending him down as well, the Referee starting a ten count in an effort to restore order, Ricky Steamboat pointing out that it’s technically ineffective as the titles cannot be won on a count out so we still wouldn’t have a pair of Champions. Our two teams seemingly forget this point however, Joey Nebraska looking vicious as he pulls up Suffering, going to enjoy this.... Falling Neckbreaker onto the mats at ringside, the count up to four, Punk mounted by Morrison, right hands across the face as we see Nebraska head to the ring barrier, gesturing that the arena stewards should move the fans back. He climbs up onto the barrier, measures Suffering laid out below.... Corkscrew Moonsault, amazingly done considering the space available. The count is at eight, Morrison helps, both men grabbing Suffering - rolled in.. and Nebraska follows. Instant cover as he gets back in, Lateral Press - One.. Two... Thno, Suffering kicks out. Nebraska looks up, grabs the arm as he stands and twists it into the Arm Wringer, backing toward his own corner - tag to John Morrison who vaults the ropes and instantly takes over the Arm Wringer, wringing it and kicking up into the underarm area, painful shots Steamboat points out. Morrison goes for it again - caught this time, Morrison hopping... goes for an Enzuguri - ducked by Suffering, Morrison's still on his feet, back to his opponent, he spins - Gut Kick by Suffering, grabs the head.. going for the Depression DDT...... NO, Morrison charges forward and slams Suffering into the turnbuckles, narrow escape. The Shaman of Sexy takes a moment to regain his wind before pulling his opponent out of the corner.... Standing Dropkick.... followed by the 180 Degree Spun-Flare Leg Drop, spinning the legs in the air before bringing on down across the neck. Morrison floats over, Lateral Press - One... Two... ThreNO, this time CM Punk breaks up the pinning combination. Morrison stands and gives shoves Punk in the chest before he can get back out, Punk shoving him back.... and Suffering is right behind him, tips him, School Boy pin - One.. Two.. Thno, Morrison breaks away, the Referee forcing Punk to back off as Suffering swings a Clothesline, ducks, Morrison is behind, arm around the neck, pulls Suffering down and in one motion gets the legs around him - Rear Naked Choke with Body Scissors, Morrison looking to subdue the Intercontinental Champion. Suffering looks pained for a moment, JR speculating that that shot on the ringsteps did some damage but he starts to make a recovery, the crowd booing it.... elbow goes backward - again... again... again... Morrison breaks... staggers back... and Suffering breaks away to tag in CM Punk, Punk charging Morrison - Right Hand, again, again, Morrison countering, here’s one of his own, again, again... and Morrison scores with the Clothesline, instantly going down to mount across and get more punches, over and over, Morrison seemingly losing it momentarily here, emotions running high. The former MNM man stand - there's a brutal looking stomp... again.. Punk trying to roll away from this assault, the crowd cheering it, liking the instant receipt from these former members of the New Generation alongside Michael Shane. Morrison grabs Punk by the hair and pulls him to his feet, scooping him up and moving toward the turnbuckles where he sits him on the top, a Superplex possibly in his mind.... and sure enough Morrison starts to climb. Up to the middle rope and locking in the Front Facelock... up to the top now... counter by Punk, throws down Morrison with a face plant into the canvas off the top rope. Morrison staggers up... on his feet, around.... CM Punk launches himself, there's the Flying Crossbody, shades of Ricky Steamboat himself as he scores, the leg hooked - One... Two.. ThreNO, Morrison kicks out. Both men are down however, looking to their corners, Morrison been in the match some time now and that's a fact that the Gathering will be well aware of. Morrison tries to stand, looking toward his corner and up.,.. and Punk charges at the back - Chop Block to take down the Shaman of Sexy, he staggers up quickly, knowing that Joey Nebraska is within touching distance - Right Hand... Right Hand by Punk... Spinning Kick, Gut Kick.. and a Spinning Clothesline, Morrison down... and now Sufferings calling to be let back in.
“And theres the tag to Suffering.. the Gathering working as a fluid unit as you would expect, looking to isolate John Morrison from his partner here”
Suffering hits a quick Scoop Slam to Morrison, John staggering up, Suffering ready and waiting.... scores with the Flapjack as Morrison staggers into him, the Shaman of Sexy looking to be tiring now, his movements slower as this match goes on. Suffering goes down and rolls across, hooks the leg - One... Two... ThreNO, this one is broken up by Joey Nebraska, Nebraska saying something to the Referee, irate about something it seems. Morrison gets to his knees slowly as Suffering stands over him, grabbing the head and giving him a helping hand into a Front Facelock, hoists Morrison up.... NO, Morrison is down the back and on his feet behind Suffering, the Intercontinental Champion in a Waistlock - switch, Morrison senses the danger and runs forward to the ropes, grabbing the top one and possibly fearing a German Suplex... but Suffering pulls Morrison off, down low, Inside Cradle - One... Two.... no, reversed, Morrison with the Cradle - One... Two... ThreNO, reversed back, Suffering with the pinning attempt - One... Two... Suffering has the ropes.... no count, Jimmy Korderas sees it. The crowd pop as the Official gets up and kicks the arm off the ropes, Suffering instantly on his feet, wide eyed that Korderas would have the balls to do that.... and unwisely turning his back on John Morrison - School Boy
“ONE”
“TWO”
“THRENO, SO CLOSE, TWO AND HALF” goes Ross, disappointed by the sound of it. Both men break away, spinning to face each other.... CRACK, Suffering scores with the Step-up Enziguri, Morrison's lights instantly turned out as he collapses like he’d been shot, the Intercontinental Champion also going down - both men laid out. Punk sees CM Punk ready for back in as Morrison looks toward Nebraska... inch by inch... crawling... the fans behind Morrison.... he reaches out... Suffering reaches..... double tag - tag to CM Punk, tag to Joey Nebraska.... and here we go, Nebraska bursts in, Punk charging.... Standing Dropkick by Nebraska, on his feet, charges to the ropes - Clothesline to Suffering, sending him off the apron and out to the mats below, Joey spins... grabs the arm of Punk as he rises... but Punk gets a knee up into the abdomen, Joey keels - knee up into the face. Punk grabs the arm, here’s the Irish Whip... and Nebraska crashes into the pads, Punk charging at him - High Knee in the corner, grabs the head... no, Nebraska's fighting it, fists to the back... and Punk has to back off, breaking it and staggering, spins just as Nebraska leaps up onto the turnbuckle, flys off.... Moonsault to the standing CM Punk... but there’s the roll through, Punk with Nebraska's shoulders down - One... Two... ThreNO, he kicks out and rolls under the bottom rope to regain his wind a moment, Punk going after him... nasty looking running elbow to the back of the neck, Joey going down to the canvas as we see above that John Morrison is on the apron, runs along it, leaps off.... and Punk dodges aside - Morrison taking down his own partner just as he got up, Flying Forearm off the apron. Punk doesn’t seem to be able to believe his luck, grabbing Nebraska by the back of his pants and rolling him back in, quickly following, knowing there’s no Morrison to make the save. Nebraska is rising... Punk ready and waiting, scoops him up over his shoulders, the GTS coming.... NO, Nebraska slides down the back, on his feet behind and before Punk can turn Nebraska grabs the head....
“CORKSCREW REVERSE DDT... NEBRASKA HITS THE FINSIHER...”
He rolls over, grabs the both legs as the count is made
“ONE”
“TWO”
“THREE”
“I'M SO ADDICTED TO...ALL THE THINGS YOU DO, WHEN YOU'RE GOING DOWN ON ME, INBETWEEN THE SHEETS, ALL THE SOUNDS YOU MAKE, EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE, IT'S UNLIKE ANYTHING, WHEN YOU'RE LOVVVVIINNNGG MEEE” blares the sound of Saving Abel’s Addicted, Nebraska dropping the legs with a satisfied expression, the crowd popping
“NEBRASKA HAS DONE IT... NEBRASKA AND MORRISON ARE THE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS” blares Ross, the final seconds with the countered GTS being replayed on the double feature, John Morrison re-entering and embracing his partner with a look of ecstasy, raising each others hands as Lillian Garcia makes the official announcement - the winners and NEW World Tag Team Champions - John Morrison and Joey Nebraska
“Well, that's my que” goes Ricky Steamboat, removing his headset and leaving his position, scooping up both belts
“That was a hard fought and at times emotional match folks, this crowd in the unfamiliar position of cheering John Morrison and Joey Nebraska... but it time for the presentation, Stephanie McMahon as we alluded to earlier was going to make it but is obviously indisposed, the great Ricky Steamboat offering to step into the frame and despite the circumstances it sure was good to see him again”
Saving Abel cuts out, Ricky, in sharp suit, now in the ring with a mic
“Ladies and gentlemen, I know that circumstances surrounding this match are extraordinary and John here will likely want to get an update on his friend Michael Shane so I will make this brief. It is my great privilege...”
Steamboat holds out a title to first Nebraska
“To present Joey Nebraska...”
And then Morrison
“And John Morrison, with the previously vacant World Tag Team Championships”
Morrison reaches for a pair of mics as the crowd cheer and applaud
“Are they gunna make a speech?” laughs King, Morrison smiling, taking in Steamboat
“You know Ricky... I’d love to say that’s its a great honor to be being presented these belts by a man of your talents, by a legend like yourself....” grins Nebraska, a little out of breath, Steamboat nodding pleased with the words... until Nebraska's smile fades
“But we both know I’d be lying” he adds, adjusting the title over his shoulder with a smirk
“You know... Dragon...” the last word is said with complete sarcasm by Morrison as he takes over mic duties
“How dare you actually have the audacity to come out here and think you can replace Stephanie McMahon... in fact, how dare WWE even think that Stephanie is good enough to present us with these belts... no less than Vince McMahon himself is good enough to give us these titles and you know... the WORST man who could present them... is you” sneers Morrison, Steamboat shaking his head in disbelief
“Oh come on... this isn’t called for, not after what happened before this match... just leave ya attitudes at the door” spits JR, Nebraska nodding
“You heard what we said to Michael Shane earlier Steamboat, we BELIEVED in his vision, we were New Generation. How dare you, an man who retired 15 years ago and is STILL hanging onto this business, present the most naturally gifted tag team in the world these belts. Instead of prostituting yourself, using my friends injury as an excuse to get your face back on TV... why don’t you do something more suited to a man your age... play some golf maybe... take strolls in the park.. I really don’t care... just get back out of our business”
The crowd boo loudly now, remembering just why they hated Morrison and Nebraska in the first place, CM Punk and Suffering briefly shown exiting, King suggesting they should make a quick getaway as our new tag team Champions make to leave the ring.... but Steamboat grabs Nebraska's arm
“Now you just wait a minute..” goes Steamboat, the crowd popping as they realize that the Champs aren’t going to get away with that scot free
“You know Joey, John.. you’re right, I’m a veteran of this business. I’m 55 years old.. but let me tell you something, if I was still capable of doing so I’d be out in this ring every single night of my life”
The crowd pop, feeling the emotion in Ricky's voice
“I HAD to retire, unlike you two, I appreciated what I had then the same as I do today. I respected my fellow workers and I respected the men who had paved the way for me to become the man I did. People like Ric Flair and Dusty Rhodes who you saw here tonight, friends of mine and men who had a hell of a lot more class than you do”
Another pop
“You’re two of the best workers in this company, you’re both going be stars some day very soon... but you Joey, remind me where you trained? no.. I’ll tell you, Florida Championship Wrestling... under Dusty Rhodes. John, with Michael Shane, weren’t you a member of the Last Four Horsemen.. with Ric Flair? you both owe a lot to the men of my generation, the same I owe it to the generation before, people like Buddy Rogers and Wahoo McDaniel. So if you want to disrespect me.. then that’s fine... but all it does is make you a pair of disrespectful hypocrites”
HUGE pop, Morrison and Nebraska looking pissed... right before Nebraska punches Steamboat square in the face
“OH FOR GODSAKE... SON OF A BITCH” spits Ross as Ricky goes down clutching his jaw, Nebraska and Morrison instantly leaving the ring, leaving Steamboat laying on the canvas
“Those damn ingrates... just how pathetic can you get King? these fans cheered Nebraska and Morrison, gave them their support against the heinous Gathering and this is the repayment... same old Morrison, same old Nebraska, just total disrespect and to a guy the class and status of Ricky Steamboat... this is just sickening” spits Ross, the smirking duo holding aloft the World Tag Team Championships as we see Steamboat just getting to his feet, nursing his jaw
“Unbelievable JR.. as a member of Ricky's generation... this disrespect from guys like Nebraska and Morrison has just gone on long enough, its about time somebody did something about it”
Lawler leaves that hanging in the air as the new champions exit and we fade to a chaotic scene backstage....
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