WWF Saturday Night Shotgun
11/1/1997
Well, sorry, the introduction shows alot of woman but not so much on this version of the card. To me I will eventually grow into the woman thing soon enough. However, the show is being held from MI Crisler Arena. The Attendance is currently pending. The show drew a rating of a C. Not my best though but I shall improve. With that being said, before I give you the written summary of the show. I have make contract negotiations with Bret Hart. Who is still the champion. Will the screw job happen? We shall see! [I'm only typing out important segments]
The scene fades into an overpacked arena it appears, the crowd cheering, but before anything could be said. The camera pans to Michael Cole and Kevin Kelly sitting ringside looking like jack-asses, but that's beside the point! The two welcome everyone to the show.
Cole: Hello everyone and welcome to Saturday Night Shotgun live from the MI Crisler Arena in the great lakes! A beautiful landscape for some good old fashion wrestling!
Kelly: Boy, you love to listen to yourself talk don't ya?
Cole: As a matter of fact I do!
Austin Comes To Raise Hell
Rating: A
Out from the back comes out Stone Cold Steve Austin in some blue jean pants, and a black shirt with the words Austin: 3:16 upon them, walking down the ramp with a steady stroke of pace looking left to right as he reaches the ring, rolling himself in. He keeps walking toward the first set of ring ropes, climbing up them resting himself against the turnbuckle, throwing his arms up. Austin looks towards Michael Cole and gives him some of his classic sign language as the camera pans to catch Cole looking disgusted as Kelly is seen laughing.
Cole: What a vile man!
Kelly: Well, ladies and gentleman it wouldn't be Shotgun with Cole getting his respect blown away each week!
As Austin completes his hits to every other corner, the rattlesnake grabs a microphone from ringside walking around the ring like a slithering snake looking to strike by god anything that moves. His music cutting off, as the crowd starts chanting Austin, Austin. The rattlesnake leans against the ropes, resting his arms.
Austin: Well, I'd be damned. See, I thought I'd come to the great lakes, find a nice spot somewhere, fish a line out and drink some damn steveweisers! But, eh uhh!! No, see I'm gonna drink tonight right here in the middle of the MI Crisler Arena. I'm gonna drink until that son of a bitch in the back, that blonde haired yellow belly bastard in the back comes out here! Yes, you Canadian piece of dog shit. Come out from under your brother bret's ass and come rest your beady little eyes on the rattlesnake! Give me a beer damn it!
Austin drops the microphone walking toward the ropes, cupping his hands as a random beer from the crowd area comes flying toward Austin who catches it, fumbles it as it falls into the ring. Austin picks it up, cracks it open and starts drowning himself in the beer. The crowd starts cheering for Austin as the rattlesnake throws down the beer. He raises the microphone to his lips.
Austin: Maybe I haven't made myself clear. I need that son of a bitch-
Owen comes out onto the stage with Jim Neidhart who was holding the Candian flag in all of it's glory waving it back and forth. The younger brother of the excellence of execution Bret Hart. He stood on the stage with a disgusted look on his face. Jim stood to his right with a menacing glare. You couldn't see Owen's eyes cause he was wearing purple shades similar to Bret in style. Owen slowly removed the shades as the music of his kept playing. As the music died down, he held up his own microphone.
Hart: You know Austin, next Sunday at Survivor Series I'm gonna show you what it's like to be beaten by a real Hart! See, it just seems like you don't get it Austin. Remember, you got dropped on your head at Summerslam!
Open opens his jacket to reveal the class shirt: Owen 3:16: I just Broke Your Neck was revealed as he pulled the shirt down to show it off. The crowd started booing Owen Hart. Jim can be seen stroking his beard and nodding in agreement as he pointed to the shirt. As Owen spun around Austin was asking for another beer. Owen became annoyed at this as he pulled the microphone up to his lips.
Hart: Okay Austin, how about this. I already gotta face you at Survivor Series for the Intercontinental championship, why don't we sweeten the deal! We face each other in a street fight!
The crowd explodes at Owen Hart's request with cheers, as Austin finishes his beer, throwing the can down in the ring. He walks toward the ropes raising the microphone up to his lips.
Austin: You want Austin in a street fight! You got it! After all, I'm gonna raise hell, whip your ass for the title and that's the bottom line cause Stone Cold Said So!
Light heavyweight Title Tournament Match One:
Flash Funk Vs Brian Christopher[W]
Rating: D
Bret Hart Shares His Rage
Rating: B-
The music hits as the hitman can be seen walking out, he isn't engaging any fans, like he normally does. He keeps walking down the ramp, as he reaches the ring, rolling into the ring. Normally accompanied by his family, the Hart Foundation, Bret is by himself tonight. As he stops in the middle of the ring. He is seen holding a microphone. As the music starts to slowly die down. He pulls the microphone up to his lips. The fans can be heard, as some are actually still cheering for him. But, there is also the chorus of boos he has lately been hearing.
Hart: Why don't you rednecks shut up! Out here cheering for me when you actually like that piece of trash Shawn Michaels!
The crowd starts booing, as a chant of asshole starts breaking out. Hart paces around the ring, microphone pulled down to his side. he stops in the middle of the ring. He looks up at the stage. He knows that Shawn Micheals isn't in the back. The hatred between them has reached a fever pitch. He looks up.
Hart: See, while you sit here and boo me. The person you cheer for, you see he isn't even here tonight! How is that for you're hero huh America! He's too big for a small little town in Rosemont, Illinois! Says alot about the warped mentality of this current generation though. You guys rather cheer for a megalomaniac who thinks he is too big to come to your town cause it isn't Raw is War. It's sad when your hero actually believes he is too big to come here! But, noooo you guys rather boo guys like me. Guys like me who bust his ass day in and day out! NO! You rather cheer for the heartbreak kid, mister boy toy. Grind his hips, swoon your daughters and corrupt your son. That's what you rather cheer for. Not for a man who carries this!
He flashes the World Heavyweight Championship around his waist, smacking it with his left hand before rubbing the front of the championship. He smiles as he begins to speak again.
Hart: I am the excellence of execution. And, next sunday at Survivor Series, I will show you guys just that!
Bret Hart drops the microphone, as his music hits again.
[w]Nation Of Domination [The Rock and D'Lo Brown] Vs 8-Ball and Chainz Vs Los Boricuas [Savio Vega and Miguel Perez ]:
Rating: D
Ending Segment:
Hart Foundation Vs Degeneration X [Minus Shawn Michaels]
Rating: B-