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WCW Monday Nitro (Monday, Wk4 November 2001) Announcers Tony Schiavone | Scott Hudson | Bobby "The Brain" Heenan (The iconic WCW Nitro intro explodes, electrifying the crowd at the Anaheim Convention Center. Tony Schiavone's voice booms over the thunderous ovation.) Tony Schiavone: Welcome to WCW Monday Nitro, live from the electric Anaheim Convention Center! We're still buzzing from a wild Bound for Glory, and the fallout promises to be explosive tonight! Bobby Heenan: (with a sly grin) Explosive is one way to put it, Schiavone. Booker T's victory in the Bound for Glory series was certainly...interesting, and Steiner retaining the WCW World Title thanks to Shamrock's "intervention" has everyone talking. Tony Schiavone: Let's not forget the other jaw-dropping moments besides those two matches, Bobby. Dustin Rhodes' win over his father, Dusty, in a brutal Texas Bullrope match, and then his brutal attack on Sting! What a night! Bobby Heenan: (shakes his head) Family drama, controversial finishes...just another night in WCW, folks! But hey, that's why we love this crazy business! Now, let's get down to tonight's Nitro! Buckle up, because we've got a stacked card! (The camera cuts to a graphic displaying the night's main events.) Tony Schiavone: First up, a tag team showdown! The innovative Kanyon teams up with the ever-popular Diamond Dallas Page to take on the arrogant duo of Jindrak and Stasiak! Bobby Heenan: DDP and Kanyon are a well-oiled machine, Schiavone. But Jindrak and Stasiak are hungry for a win, and they won't back down from a challenge. This promises to be a fast-paced and exciting opener! Tony Schiavone: Next, we've got a clash of high-flyers! The breakout star of Bound for Glory, Shane Helms, squares off against the veteran competitor, Shannon Moore! Helms impressed everyone with his performance these past few weeks, and tonight, he has a chance to solidify his standing against a seasoned opponent like Moore. Bobby Heenan: (chuckles) Helms certainly made a statement, Schiavone. But don't underestimate Moore. He's been around the block, and he knows how to handle himself in the high-flying world. This could be a real show-stealer! Tony Schiavone: Raising the stakes a bit, we have a triple threat battle for the number one contendership to the United States Championship! The high-flying Rob Van Dam, the technical master Lance Storm, and the ever-opportunistic Jeff Jarrett all collide in this high-octane contest! Bobby Heenan: Samoa Joe better be ready to defend his US Championship, Schiavone. These three competitors are hungry for gold, and they'll pull out all the stops to earn a shot at the title! This is a match no wrestling fan can afford to miss! Tony Schiavone: And the drama continues! Tonight, Dustin Rhodes will address the WCW fans after his controversial actions at Bound for Glory! What will he have to say about his victory over his father and his attack on Sting? Bobby Heenan: Well, knowing Sting, he probably won’t be very far either! This whole new side of Dustin Rhodes is getting out of hand, Schiavone. But hey, it's definitely keeping things interesting! Tony Schiavone: And finally, the man everyone is talking about - Goldberg! He'll be here tonight to confront Ken Shamrock for his actions in the Caged Heat match! Will there be answers? We'll find out, right here on WCW Nitro! Bobby Heenan: (leans forward, voice dropping a notch) This is something you won't want to blink for, folks. Goldberg's a man on a mission, and Shamrock has some explaining to do. This could get very physical, very fast! Tony Schiavone: Hold on to your hats! This promises to be a wild night of Nitro! We've got tag team action, high-flying thrills, a championship contender battle, family drama, and a potential confrontation between two powerhouses! Stay tuned! ------------------- Diamond Dallas Page and Kanyon vs. Jindrak & Stasiak DDP and Kanyon wasted no time taking the fight to Jindrak & Stasiak. A Kanyon springboard moonsault took out Jindrak on the outside, while a running Diamond Cutter from DDP sent Stasiak reeling. Jindrak recovered with a clothesline on Kanyon, but DDP countered with a powerslam. Stasiak tagged in, attempting a double DDT with Jindrak, but Kanyon countered with a flying neckbreaker on Stasiak. DDP followed up with the signature Diamond Cutter on a dazed Stasiak for the pinfall victory. ------------------- (The crowd quiets down after a thrilling opening tag team match. Tony Schiavone stands in the ring, microphone in hand.) Tony Schiavone: Welcome back to WCW Monday Nitro! We are still buzzing from that electrifying tag team opener! But now, ladies and gentleman, we turn our attention to the United States Championship! Samoa Joe, our new U.S. champion, stands strong with the gold around his waist. And tonight we crown a new number one contender for that same championship. But who will be his next challenger? (The spotlight shines on the entrance ramp. Samoa Joe strides out to the ring, a determined expression etched on his face. The crowd erupts in cheers, chanting his name "Joe! Joe! Joe! Joe!") Tony Schiavone: Samoa Joe, thank you for your time! Everyone here wants to hear what you have to say about the upcoming contenders battle! (Joe reaches the ring and grabs a microphone. He waits for the cheers to die down a bit before addressing the crowd.) Samoa Joe: (powerful voice, unwavering) Well, Tony. It’s not every day that I get an opportunity to speak my mind. And let me start by saying that this United States Championship, this belt, represents not only power or technique, but most of all, it is a symbol of resilience... of fighting spirit. This title represents the best this industry has to offer! And any of those three men could be seen as one of the best this industry has to offer. (The crowd murmurs. Joe raises his hand to silence them.) Samoa Joe: Those three men – RVD, Storm, Jarrett – they're all incredible threats to me as U.S. champion. But frankly, I don't have time to wait around for a worthy challenger to emerge. This championship deserves more! It deserves someone who will defend it every night if necessary! Someone who is active and not reactive! (Joe slams his fist on the ring turnbuckle. The crowd pops in approval.) Tony Schiavone: Strong words from the champion, folks! Joe wants... (Suddenly, the arena lights flicker momentarily. Chavo Guerrero Jr.’s entrance theme fills the arena as he comes down to the ring. Chavo stands on the ring apron, a sly grin plastered on his face.) Chavo Guerrero Jr.: (smug tone) Hold on a second there, big guy! Sounds like someone's getting a little impatient. Maybe you forgot about a certain man you kicked in the balls a few weeks ago? (The crowd boos Chavo. Joe's eyes narrow into a glare.) Samoa Joe: (voice laced with anger) Chavo. Like a bad smell, you just can't seem to go away. Chavo Guerrero Jr.: (steps into the ring, circling Joe cautiously) Let's not forget what happened when we last faced each other. You lost! I exposed you for the fraud you are! You call yourself a champion? More like a bully with a short fuse! Tony Schiavone: Well champ, I feel like this is getting heated. How do you react to Chavo’s accusations? It seems like you two have some unresolved business! Samoa Joe: (leans into Chavo's face) Well... Tony... Chavo... I agree with you. We do have that memory hanging over us. Technically, you won that night. So what do you want, Chavo? You want a rematch? (Chavo starts looking uneasy) Oh, now you are backing down? What if I sweeten the deal? I just said I did not wait for later tonight, so what if you try take this (points at the belt) from me? (Joe shoves Chavo back a step. The crowd roars with anticipation.) Tony Schiavone: Hold on a second! This just got interesting! It seems Samoa Joe has accepted Chavo Guerrero Jr.'s challenge! But does Chavo accept Joe’s? (Chavo hesitates before recovering his smug smile) Chavo Guerrero Jr.: Who do you think I am? I’m a Guerrero. I don’t back down. Tony Schiavone: That settles it! But wait! I've just received word… (holds up a finger)… from the back.hTey've authorized this match to happen… right now! (The arena explodes! Tony Schiavone raises his arms in excitement.) Tony Schiavone: This is it, folks! The United States Championship match is happening next! Are you ready?! ------------------- WCW United States Heavyweight title Samoa Joe vs. Chavo Guerrero Jr. Samoa Joe asserted his dominance from the opening bell, tossing Chavo Guerrero Jr. around the ring with a series of thunderous suplexes and body slams. Chavo, known for his agility, countered with a flurry of dropkicks and hurricanranas, frustrating the champion momentarily. However, Joe's raw power quickly shut down these attempts. A desperate Chavo countered a charging Joe with a perfectly timed enzuigiri to the jaw, sending the champion staggering backwards. Seizing the opportunity, Chavo followed up with a springboard frog splash, but Joe somehow kicked out at the two-count. The arena erupted as both men lay gasping for air. Joe, fueled by the near fall, unleashed a renewed fury. He scooped up Chavo for a powerslam, driving him into the mat with earth-shattering force. Choking back a moan, Chavo stumbled to his feet, but before he could react, Joe was on him. The champion locked in his signature Coquina Clutch, a vice-like choke that restricts blood flow to the brain. Chavo clawed desperately at Joe's arms, his face contorting in pain. As the seconds ticked by, the challenger's struggles grew weaker. The referee watched intently, finally calling for the bell when Chavo went limp in Joe's grasp. Samoa Joe retained his United States Championship, a look of grim determination etched on his face as the medical team rushed to Chavo's aid. ------------------- (The camera cuts backstage to a cacophony of loud music and boisterous laughter. We see Scott Steiner, the WCW World Heavyweight Champion, holding court in his locker room. His brother Rick and the imposing figures of KroniK, Bryan Adams and Brian Clark, surround him. Steiner, clad in a gold chain and expensive-looking sunglasses perched atop his head, basks in the spotlight.) (Mean Gene Okerlund, microphone in hand, pushes through the throng to reach Steiner.) Mean Gene: Scott Steiner! Still WCW World Heavyweight Champion! Still celebrating that controversial win at Bound for Glory, I see! (Steiner throws his head back and lets out a booming laugh. He leans into Mean Gene, his voice dripping with arrogance.) Scott Steiner: Controversial? Mean Gene, brother, you lookin' for controversy in a bowl of cereal! Fact is, fact – this genetic freak right here (points a thumb at himself) is still the WCW World Heavyweight Champion! That's all that matters! Gold don't lie, brother! (Rick Steiner pumps his fist in the air, while Adams and Clark nod their heads in agreement.) Mean Gene: (clears throat) Well, Scott, there seems to be a lot of talk… disagreement, even… about how you retained the title at Bound for Glory. Some folks are questioning the role Ken Shamrock played in the match. (Steiner scoffs, a sneer spreading across his face.) Scott Steiner: Folks can talk all they want, Mean Gene. Shamrock, Goldberg, it don't matter! Bottom line – Scott Steiner is synonymous with domination! You think this championship belt cares about a little "push and shove"? Nope! It just recognizes the genetic freak who reigns supreme! (Steiner throws his arms wide, reveling in the cheers from his entourage.) Mean Gene: Alright, alright, Scott. We can't argue with the results. But looking ahead, you now have a new number one contender – Booker T, the winner of the Bound for Glory series. (Steiner lets out a mocking laugh.) Scott Steiner: Booker T? That Booker T? The same Booker T who's been chasing his own shadow for like a year now? He calls himself a four time WCW Champion, alright – you mena four times of mediocrity for this belt! He can spin it all he wants, Mean Gene, but when it comes to championship gold, he's always coming up short. (Steiner leans close to Mean Gene, his voice dropping to a low growl.) Scott Steiner: You can't hang with a genetic freak like me, Book. This ain't hopscotch. This is the big leagues, and you simply don't have what it takes. Mark my words – when we finally clash, it'll be another successful title defense for Big Poppa Pump! (Steiner throws his head back and laughs again, the sound echoing through the locker room. Mean Gene looks on, a hint of concern in his eyes, as Steiner raises a gold-plated protein shake in a toast.) Scott Steiner: To dominance! To the reign of the genetic freak! And to Booka T… well, good luck trying to climb a mountain you ain't got the legs for! FREAK! FREAK! (The room erupts in cheers as Steiner continues celebrating with his entourage. Mean Gene shakes his head and retreats, leaving the champion to his victory lap.) ------------------- (The arena lights dim, and the crowd erupts as a familiar entrance theme blasts through the speakers. Smoke fills the entranceway, and a spotlight shines down on Shane Helms. Dressed in his signature gear, Helms pumps his fist to the crowd, a confident smirk on his face. He walks down the ramp, soaking in the cheers, basking in the momentum of his breakout performance in the Bound for Glory series.) (Suddenly, before Helms reaches the halfway point, a figure leaps from the darkness behind the entrance curtain! It's CM Punk! He connects with a vicious bulldog, sending Helms crashing to the ramp’s concrete!) (The crowd gasps in shock. Before Helms can react, Shannon Moore, Helms' scheduled opponent, jumps into the fray. He rains down punches on the fallen Helms, adding insult to injury.) (Security scrambles to break up the attack, but the damage is done. Helms lies writhing on the ground, clutching his midsection and his head.) (Medics rush down the ramp and tend to Helms. The crowd boos furiously at Punk and Moore, their excitement replaced by concern.) (Eric Bischoff emerges from the backstage area, a scowl etched on his face. He grabs a microphone and approaches the ring.) Eric Bischoff: (voice laced with irritation) Folks, what we just witnessed was a blatant act of disrespect! CM Punk and Shannon Moore, your actions tonight have been nothing short of disgraceful! (The crowd explodes in jeers, raining down boos on Punk and Moore, who stand smugly in the ring.) Eric Bischoff: (continues) However, the show must go on! Shannon Moore was scheduled to compete tonight. And compete he will! But considering the circumstances… (Bischoff pauses for dramatic effect. The crowd hangs on his every word.) Eric Bischoff: (with a sly grin) I've decided to raise the stakes a bit! Shannon Moore, your opponent tonight will be… the WCW Cruiserweight Champion, AJ Styles, on a non-title match! (The arena erupts in a mix of surprise and excitement. Punk throws his hands up in the air, celebrating his part in making the match even more interesting for Moore. Moore, initially looking nervous, squares his shoulders and throws a defiant look towards the entrance ramp.) (The familiar sounds of AJ Styles' theme song fill the air. The Phenomenal One emerges, a determined glint in his eyes. He stares down Moore, clearly looking to make an example of the opportunistic competitor.) Tony Schiavone: (on commentary) Unbelievable! Shane Helms is out, thanks to a brutal attack by CM Punk and Shannon Moore. Now, Moore has to face the Cruiserweight Champion, AJ Styles, in a completely unexpected turn of events! Can Moore pull off the upset after this chaotic turn of events? Bobby Heenan: (with a snarky tone) Well, Tony, I’m not sure whether Bischoff wanted to punish Punk and Moore or reward them! Truth be told, we have all heard about Eric and Punk’s good relationship. ------------------- AJ Styles vs. Shannon Moore AJ Styles dominated the match from the get-go, showcasing his phenomenal athleticism with a flurry of dropkicks, springboard moonsaults, and a near-fall after a picture-perfect Phenomenal Forearm. Frustrated, Moore resorted to dirty tactics, raking Styles' eyes and using an exposed turnbuckle whenever the referee wasn't looking. Just as Styles set up for another high-flying move, CM Punk reappeared at ringside, creating a distraction. This momentary lapse allowed Moore to roll Styles up for a pin, stealing an improbable victory. The crowd erupted in a mixture of shock and boos as Moore celebrated with Punk, while a stunned Styles argued with the referee. ------------------- (The camera cuts backstage to a dimly lit corridor. CM Punk strides purposefully down the hall, a triumphant smirk plastered on his face. Shannon Moore trails behind him, glancing nervously over his shoulder. Mean Gene Okerlund pops out from a side door, microphone in hand.) Mean Gene: Hold on a second, Punk! Looks like you've caused quite a stir tonight! (Punk stops abruptly, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. Moore stops as well, chewing his lip.) CM Punk: (sarcastically) Oh, hey Gene. Just another night in the life of CM Punk. This was business as usual. Mean Gene: Attacking Shane Helms before his match wasn't exactly the most… sportsmanlike move. What brought that on? (Punk scoffs, crossing his arms.) CM Punk: (tone dripping with feigned innocence) Attack? Mean Gene, come on! That was just a friendly greeting. Seems Helms hasn't quite grasped the reality of this business yet. Mean Gene: (raises an eyebrow) Reality? Maybe it's YOU who needs a reality check, Punk. Helms had a breakout performance at Bound for Glory. CM Punk: (voice rising with anger) Mean Gene, are you blind? I only lost ONE match in the entire Bound for Glory series! I tied DDP in points, and Booker T only beat me by a single point! A SINGLE POINT! That's not losing, that's being robbed! (Moore pipes up hesitantly.) Shannon Moore: Yeah, Punk got screwed! He should have been in the finals! (Mean Gene gives Moore a side-eye.) Mean Gene: Hold your horses. It's a tournament, Punk. You win some, you lose some. CM Punk: (ignoring Moore) Exactly! And I didn't "lose some," I got cheated! They saw my potential, my star power, and they panicked! They wanted their golden boy, Booker T, to win, and they rigged the whole thing! But they can't silence CM Punk that easily! (Punk leans in towards Mean Gene, voice low and menacing.) CM Punk: This isn't over, Mean Gene. Not by a long shot. They might have stolen my shot at the title at Bound for Glory, but they haven't seen the last of me. WCW ain't ready for the Second City Saint, not yet. Just wait, the revolution is coming. (Punk throws his head back and laughs, a chilling sound that echoes down the hallway. He turns and walks down the corridor, Moore scurrying after him. Mean Gene shakes his head and sighs.) Mean Gene: Strong words from CM Punk. He's clearly not happy with the outcome of the Bound for Glory series. But will his fiery attitude translate into anything else, or will it simply lead to more trouble down the road? Only time will tell, folks. We'll be right back after these messages! ------------------- (The spotlight shines down on the entrance ramp. A chorus of boos erupts as the familiar strains of "The Natural" begin to play. Dustin Rhodes, clad in his trademark black and white cowboy hat and tights, struts down the ramp with a confident swagger. He's been a member of the Four Horsemen for months now, and he clearly relishes the association.) Tony Schiavone: Welcome back to WCW Monday Nitro! And here in the ring, the "American Nightmare" Dustin Rhodes, now undoubtedly a member of The Four Horsemen, after what he did to his father and to Sting! Bobby Heenan: HA! Come on, Tony! Dustin proved his allegiance to the Horsemen long ago. The only people too blind to see it were Sting and his old man, Dusty. (Dustin reaches the ring and grabs a microphone. The boos intensify.) Dustin Rhodes: (voice dripping with arrogance) Hold on a second! For months I have done nothing but listen. But tonight, I have something to say! (The crowd quiets slightly, hanging on Dustin's every word.) Dustin Rhodes: Let's get one thing straight. Dusty Rhodes? “Dad”? You are a fool! Nothing but a distant memory. We're done! Finished! I doesn't need a dusty old legacy to succeed. No! I have a new family now… a family with power, with prestige! (Dustin raises his arm, gesturing towards the entrance ramp where Ric Flair, Buff Bagwell, and Jeff Jarrett stand, smirking. The crowd explodes in boos.) Dustin Rhodes: (continues) I have Horseman blood coursing through my veins now! Horseman ambition! Horseman ruthlessness! And with this new family, I've proven I can be a Champion here in WCW! (Suddenly, the arena lights dim. The crowd gasps as a spotlight shines high above the ring, illuminating Sting perched on the rafters.) Tony Schiavone: (voice rising with excitement) Hold on a minute! IT’S STING! The Stinger is here! And he doesn't look too happy! Bobby Heenan: (with palpable sarcasm) Who could have predicted this? (Sting descends from the rafters, his face etched with a mixture of anger and disappointment.) (Dustin turns to face Sting, a cruel smile playing on his lips.) Dustin Rhodes: (mockingly) Well, well, well… look who decided to grace us with his presence. Feeling better from last night, Stinger? That knee holding up alright? (Sting ignores the jab, his gaze locked firmly on Dustin.) Sting: Dustin… what the hell are you doing out here? Months have passed since you joined those snakes, and I haven’t forgotten what you did to us. I never understood why you turned your back on Project Prodigy. We had a bond, a mission... why throw it all away for the likes of Flair and those snakes? Dustin Rhodes: (scoffs) Bond? Mission? Spare me the lectures, Sting. The Horsemen offered me power, something you never could. You use Project Prodigy for nothing but yourself, Sting. You used used us all – Me, Joe, now with Styles, … just pawns in your game to climb the WCW ladder! You have shown time and time again that you don’t care a single bit about us. (Sting steps closer to Dustin, his voice low and intense.) Sting: That's a lie, and you know it! Project Prodigy is about building a future, about Justice! But you… you craved power, craved the dark side. And to do that to your own father… Dustin Rhodes: (eyes blazing) Don't you dare bring my father into this! Unlike Flair, unlike the rest of the Horsemen, you used me! And I'm done being used! Sting: I will not talk more about your father. He doesn’t deserve to be dragged down to this. He is much better than this. Dustin Rhodes: (increasingly irate) That’s enough! (The two men lock eyes, a heated exchange of words threatening to explode into violence. Finally, Dustin, seemingly calmer, breaks the tension.) Dustin Rhodes: I think we can only agree on one thing. And that is to disagree, Sting. But how about we settle this once and for all… man to man? I challenge you to a one-on-one match, at Starrcade! No Horsemen, no Project Prodigy. Just you and me. Let's see who the better man truly is! (The crowd erupts in a mixture of cheers and boos. Sting ponders the challenge for a moment, his jaw clenched tight.) Sting: (voice firm) Starrcade… it's on, Rhodes. At Starrcade, we settle this once and for all! (Sting raises his fist in the air, a determined glint in his eyes. Dustin smirks, relishing the challenge. The tension hangs heavy in the air as the two rivals stand face-to-face.) Tony Schiavone: (on commentary) Unbelievable! Just weeks before the colossal Starrcade event, Dustin Rhodes has challenged Sting to a match! This is going to be a war, folks! A war that could redefine the landscape of WCW, and a personal clash that's been simmering for months! Bobby Heenan: (on commentary, voice laced with amusement) Well, Schonie, looks like the black and white buzzard finally stirred from his nest! Sting versus the American Nightmare? Talk about a clash of visions! One's a brooding crow with a bad case of eyeliner addiction, the other's a cowboy with a superiority complex! Tony Schiavone: (trying to maintain seriousness) Come on, Heenan, there's a lot of bad blood between these two. Remember what happened at Bound for Glory? Bobby Heenan: (scoffs) Bad blood? More like bad judgment on Sting's part! He should've known better than to trust a Rhodes with a horseshoe up his rear end! This match is all about revenge, Schonie. But I agree, Starrcade just got a whole lot more interesting! ------------------- Rob Van Dam vs. Jeff Jarrett The opening moments were a furious scramble. RVD, the high-flying crowd favorite, wasted no time showcasing his agility. He launched himself over the top rope with a breathtaking moonsault, taking down both Storm and Jarrett at ringside. Back in the ring, RVD targeted Storm with a series of kicks and chops, culminating in a near-fall after a picture-perfect Rolling Thunder. Just as RVD seemed poised for victory, Jarrett intervened. He clotheslined RVD from behind, sending him crashing to the mat. The animosity between the two heels momentarily took center stage. Storm capitalized on the distraction, locking Jarrett in a brutal single-leg Boston Crab. The crowd roared as RVD stumbled to his feet, a grimace on his face. He broke the count with a flying dropkick onto Storm, effectively breaking the submission hold. The chaos continued. RVD and Storm engaged in a thrilling technical exchange, showcasing their diverse arsenals. Storm countered RVD's signature monkey flip with a devastating powerbomb, nearly securing the pin. But Jarrett, ever the opportunist, pulled Storm out of the ring at the last possible moment. Jarrett then turned his attention to RVD. He unleashed a flurry of punches and a vicious clothesline, followed by his signature swinging neckbreaker. The referee barely reached the count of two before RVD kicked out, leaving the crowd gasping in shock. As the match reached its climax, all three men resorted to increasingly desperate tactics. Storm, fueled by frustration, attempted a Superkick on RVD. But RVD countered with a devastating spinning leg drop for a near-fall of his own. Jarrett, seeing an opening, attempted to use a steel chair he'd retrieved from under the ring earlier. However, the referee saw him and quickly confiscated the weapon. The crowd roared in approval as Jarrett's plan was thwarted. The match continued with an even more brutal intensity. RVD connected with a series of high kicks, followed by his patented Van Daminator on Lance Storm who had by then grabbed that same steel chair. Just as RVD seemed to have Storm weakened, Jarrett capitalized on the opening. He launched himself at RVD hitting The Stroke on a dazed RVD. But before Storm was able to go for the pin, Storm launched himself in desperation with a flying clothesline onto Jarrett. The crowd gasped as all three men lay motionless on the mat. The final moments of the match were a whirlwind of action. RVD, launched himself at Storm with a spinning leg drop, but Storm was able to move, and countered with a back suplex for a near-fall. Jarrett, finally recovering, seized his moment. He rolled up a stunned RVD and hooked the tights for leverage. The referee, unable to see it, counted one, two, three. The bell rang, and Jarrett emerged victorious. The crowd erupted in jeers, the controversial finish leaving many questioning the legitimacy of Jarrett's win. With his controversial victory, Jeff Jarrett secured a shot at the United States Championship at Starrcade. However, a cloud of doubt hangs over his win. Did he deserve to win using questionable tactics? Can he overcome the formidable Samoa Joe at Starrcade? These questions will have to wait for another night. One thing is certain – Starrcade just got a whole lot more unpredictable, and the championship match promises to be a brutal battle. ------------------- [FADE IN] The energy crackles like exposed wires as Nitro enters its final segment. Tony Schiavone (on commentary): Nitro Nation! Buckle up! Goldberg is in the ring, and let me tell you, he's got a storm brewing behind those eyes! (Goldberg's entrance theme hits the speakers. The crowd explodes in cheers. Goldberg storms down the ramp, a scowl etched onto his face like granite. He throws himself into the ring, grabs the microphone, and roars.) Goldberg: (voice a guttural growl) You people saw it! You all saw the damn robbery last night! Shamrock, that backstabbing son of a bitch! He cost me the freakin' title! (The crowd reacts with a tidal wave of boos. Goldberg slams his fist on the mat, the canvas groaning under the impact.) Goldberg: (continues) Where you at, Shamrock? You call yourself a fighter? You had your chance to take me down like a man, but you did it like a snake in the grass! If you want any sort of respect from these people, get your ass down to this ring! (Goldberg scans the crowd, his eyes burning with a fire that could melt steel. The tension hangs thick in the air. Suddenly, Shamrock's theme song pierces the silence. The boos intensify as Shamrock saunters down the ramp, a smirk plastered across his face.) Shamrock: (sarcastically) You are sort of a drama queen, ain't ya? Gotta love the theatrics. (Shamrock enters the ring, stopping a safe distance from Goldberg.) Shamrock: (continues) Respect, Goldberg? I have told you this before, Bill. Respect is earned, not demanded. You show respect to nobody, and frankly, your respect is about as valuable as a stale donut. (The crowd buzzes with anticipation. Goldberg's veins bulge in his neck, his face a mask of fury.) Goldberg: (voice cracking) You think you can talk to me like that? You think you can steal my win and just walk away? You ain't seen nothin' yet! (Goldberg charges at Shamrock, but Shamrock, a predator toying with his prey, effortlessly sidesteps him. Goldberg crashes into the ropes, bounces off, and stumbles back.) Shamrock: (circling Goldberg with a predator's grace) Price to pay? Look around, Goldberg. You already paid. You had your shot, you choked (grins). Big surprise. (Shamrock leans in close, his voice dripping with disdain.) Shamrock: (continues) Maybe next time you learn some humility. This whole "Who’s next" routine is getting a little old, don't you think? (Shamrock throws his head back and laughs, a harsh, grating sound. Goldberg lunges again, blinded by rage. This time, Shamrock is ready. He executes a textbook takedown straight out of the octagon, sending Goldberg crashing to the mat with a spine-jarring thud.) (Shamrock stands over Goldberg, a hint of respect grudgingly flickering in his eyes. Then, the smirk returns. He turns and heads towards the exit ramp.) SHAMROCK: (over his shoulder) Sleep tight, Goldberg. Maybe tonight you'll dream of that match you wanted. But hey, don't hold your breath. (Shamrock disappears down the ramp, leaving Goldberg fuming in the ring. The crowd goes wild, a mixture of shock and awe. The camera zooms in on Goldberg's face, a mask of fury slowly morphing into a steely determination. He grabs the microphone and raises it to his lips.) GOLDBERG: (voice raw with primal rage) Shamrock… you ain't heard the last of me! At Starrcade, I'm gonna tear you apart! You hear me? At Starrcade you are next! (The crowd erupts in a frenzy. Goldberg throws the microphone down and lets out a primal scream. The image freezes on Goldberg's enraged face as Nitro fades to black.)

O mercado sísmico autorregula-se.

Não estás porque o PR não pode dissolver no final do mandato... o que sair de maio provavelmente só é dissolvido lá para... maio de 2026.

O que acontece apenas porque o PM tem ocultado o máximo e rejeitado o máximo de perguntas possível.

Bom teatrinho, mas só cai quem quer.

Lê outra vez, mas agora com calma.

Mas não é porquê? É muito melhor do que o outro ângulo da transmissão, tens visão completa da linha. O que se poderia discutir é se tem resolução suficiente para ter certezas sobre aqueles 6 cm, àquela distância. Mas aí entramos numa discussão muito maior sobre a falta de margens de erro nestes sistemas, que ninguém parece querer discutir (a não ser nas semanas em que lhes toca a eles) mas que era muito interessante. Mas assumindo a lógica antiga de beneficiar o atacante, nem seria para marcar fora de jogo aqui.

Porque o lance não é igual em 2 aspetos: i) porque as entradas são diferentes, no do Brito ele pisa o jogador, no do Diomande ele pisa mas acerta antes na canela ao ponto de sacar fora a caneleira; ii) no lance do Diomande o árbitro nem apita falta, e no do Brito dá amarelo, pelo que no primeiro o VAR entende naturalmente que o árbitro não viu e no outro que o árbitro viu e interpretou de forma diferente pelo que não há motivo para o chamar a ver.

O homem vai de pitões em riste e ainda lhe acerta na canela. Não é um pisão normal e está totalmente sujeito a interpretações. Eu sei que a malta emprenha pelos ouvidos e ontem tivemos umas 3 horas de CMTV a falar disto e de calibrações de câmaras em postes, mas a verdade é que o VAR pode ter achado lance para vermelho, o árbitro podia dar amarelo e o Diomande não só é bem expulso, como ficou tempo a mais em campo porque devia ter sido expulso quando levou o primeiro amarelo. PS: E já agora as câmaras não pertencerem à transmissão é normal e se estão homologadas para uso pelo VAR, não há nada para discutir.

WCW Halloween Havoc (Sunday, Wk3 November 2001) - Part 2/2 Rob Van Dam vs. Lance Storm The opening bell signaled the clash of styles. RVD, all agility and grace, took flight with a series of breathtaking dropkicks and a picture-perfect moonsault, leaving Storm reeling. However, the technical prowess of the Canadian grappler soon shone through. He countered RVD's offense with a well-timed back suplex and a vicious single-leg crab, contorting the challenger's face in pain. The action went back and forth, each competitor showcasing their strengths. RVD, fueled by the crowd's adoration, evaded Storm's trademark superkick with a jaw-dropping split-legged leap, transitioning seamlessly into a rolling thunder for a near fall. Frustration began to gnaw at Storm. His calculated approach faltered in the face of RVD's unpredictable offense. He resorted to underhanded tactics, raking RVD's eyes across the top turnbuckle and delivering a series of stiff forearms to the challenger's back. The referee, momentarily distracted, seemed oblivious to Storm's chicanery. However, RVD persevered. His resilience shone through as he countered Storm's attempted superkick with his signature Rolling Thunder leg sweep. As Storm stumbled to his feet, a look of desperation crossed his face. He charged at RVD, but the Whole F'n Show countered with a flawless spinning heel kick, catching Storm flush on the jaw. The crowd roared as RVD capitalized on the stunned Storm. He climbed to the top turnbuckle and launched himself into a breathtaking Five Star Frog Splash, driving his full weight onto Storm's chest. The referee counted down to three, and the bell blared, announcing RVD's hard-fought victory. Celebrations were short-lived. Robert Roode, Teddy Hart, and Mike Awesome, Storm's Team Canada brethren, stormed the ring, their faces twisted in rage. The crowd gasped as it appeared RVD was about to face a brutal four-on-one beatdown. The tension thickened as Awesome stood at the periphery, a lone island of stillness amidst the brewing storm. When Storm barked at him to join the attack, Awesome surprised everyone. Instead of joining the assault, he leveled a devastating lariat on Storm, laying him flat on the canvas. Confusion and shock etched themselves on Roode and Hart's faces. They scurried out of the ring, dragging the unconscious Storm with them. The arena fell silent as RVD and Awesome stood facing each other in the center of the ring. A flicker of doubt, a hint of suspicion, crossed RVD's face. The tension evaporated as Awesome extended a hand to help RVD to his feet. A brief exchange of words took place, the details lost in the stunned silence. Then, an unexpected moment of camaraderie unfolded. RVD and Awesome, embraced in a tense yet seemingly genuine hug. As RVD and Awesome stood side-by-side, a newfound respect, an alliance forged in the crucible of the ring, hung heavy in the air. ------------------- (Camera pans to a dimly lit hallway backstage. Billy Kidman and Rey Mysterio Jr. stand shoulder-to-shoulder, faces grim and resolute. The low hum of fluorescent lights mingles with the distant roar of the crowd, creating a tense atmosphere.) Billy Kidman: (Voice laced with simmering anger) For months, the Four Horsemen have been walking around with those World Tag Team titles strapped to their…well, let's just say they don't deserve them. It's a slap in the face to every good team in WCW. Rey Mysterio Jr.: (Nods sharply, his dark eyes flashing with frustration) ¡Exactamente! Flair, Bagwell...even that Rhodes! Twice they messed with me, amigo. Twice they hurt me bad, forced me to give up the United States Championship. I worked hard for that championship. I had to work so hard to get my moment in the spotlight and they stole it! (Rey clenches his jaw, a flicker of pain crossing his face as he remembers the brutal attacks at the hands of the Four Horsemen.) Rey Mysterio Jr. (Cont'd): And you, Billy, you remember that time they screwed you out of the same title? Left you feeling like a champion without a belt? ¡No bueno! (Not good!) But tonight…tonight is different. (A steely determination settles on Rey's face, replacing the embers of anger.) Rey Mysterio Jr. (Cont'd): Tonight, we're not just fighting for ourselves, Billy. We're fighting for every wrestler those guys ever messed with. We fight for a chance to make things right. We fight for honor. And most importantly, we fight for those damn championship belts! (Billy lets out a guttural sound, a mixture of agreement and suppressed rage.) Billy Kidman: (Cracks his knuckles, his gaze fixed on a point in the distance) You said it all, Rey. Tonight, we write a new chapter in WCW history. Tonight, those Horsemen get what's coming to them. Tonight, the high-flying machine and the master of the moonsault become champions – together. (Kidman turns to Rey, a fierce grin splitting his face.) Billy Kidman (Cont'd): And hey, who knows… maybe after we're done dismantling their little dynasty, we can pay Dustin a little visit. Celebrate with some good ol' fashioned payback. You in? (A mischievous glint lights up Rey's eyes, mirroring the manic energy of his tag team partner.) Rey Mysterio Jr.: (A wide grin stretches across his face) ¡Claro que sí! You already know the answer to that, amigo. Tonight, we show everyone what we're made of. Tonight, we show Nature's Buff the true meaning of teamwork. Tonight, we conquer! (Kidman and Rey bump fists, their knuckles connecting with a sharp crack. A silent understanding passes between them, a bond forged in shared struggle and a burning desire for victory. They turn and walk towards the sound of the roaring crowd, their steps echoing in the dimly lit hallway. The camera remains focused on their retreating figures, a sense of anticipation hanging heavy in the air.) ------------------- WCW World Tag Team Championship Kidman & Rey Jr. vs. Nature's Buff (c) Ric Flair and Buff Bagwell, the arrogant Nature's Buff, sauntered into the ring. Their sneers grew wider as they soaked in the boos from the crowd eager to see them dethroned. Billy Kidman and Rey Mysterio, the challengers, entered with a determined fire in their eyes. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation. The match was a ballet of contrasting styles. Kidman, the innovator, countered Bagwell's brawling with agility and innovative counters. Mysterio, the high-flyer, took to the air with breathtaking maneuvers, including a jaw-dropping moonsault on Flair that nearly secured a pinfall. As the challengers gained momentum, frustration boiled over for Nature's Buff. Flair resorted to his signature dirty tactics – a rake of the eyes on Kidman during a clinch, a blatant trip on Mysterio as he attempted a springboard maneuver. The referee, however, remained vigilant, issuing warnings and warnings only. The tide seemed to turn definitively when Mysterio nailed Bagwell with a picture-perfect dropkick, leaving him woozy. Kidman followed up with a top rope missile dropkick on Flair, sending the Nature Boy crashing to the mat. The crowd roared, sensing a possible title change. Flair, desperate to avoid defeat, devised a cunning plan. As the referee checked on the fallen Bagwell, Flair took a running boot to the lower midsection, so to speak, of the unsuspecting Mysterio while the official's back was turned. The impact sent Mysterio reeling. Kidman, blinded by his partner’s sudden collapse, stumbled into the ropes. Seeing his chance, Bagwell rolled Mysterio up from behind with a handful of tights hidden for the occasion. 1...2...3! The referee, unaware of the illegal leverage, slammed his fist on the mat, awarding the victory to Nature's Buff. Flair and Bagwell erupted in celebration, their triumphant gestures dripping with insincerity. Kidman, furious, argued with the referee, pointing to Bagwell's blatant cheating. Mysterio lay in pain on the mat, the injustice evident on his face. The crowd booed relentlessly, echoing the announcers' condemnation of the champions' tactics while Nature's Buff stood tall on the ramp celebrating with Jeff Jarrett and Dustin Rhodes. ------------------- (Open with a montage of intense WCW action, featuring highlights from various matches throughout the Bound for Glory series. We see powerbombs, moonsaults, chair shots, and near falls. The music is a pounding rock anthem with a driving rhythm.) Announcer (voiceover): For weeks, they've battled through a brutal gauntlet. They've faced legends, rising stars, and everything in between. Now, only two remain. (Cut to a split-screen image. On the left, Booker T poses intensely, chains around his neck, a determined glint in his eye. On the right, Sting stands resolute, face paint menacing, holding his signature baseball bat.) Announcer (voiceover): At Bound for Glory, a dream is on the line. A chance to challenge for the most prestigious title in professional wrestling – the WCW World Championship! (Booker T's side of the screen explodes with energy as he throws back his head and lets out a primal scream. Sting reacts with a steely gaze, gripping his bat tighter.) Announcer (voiceover): Booker T! He's overcome incredible odds, dismantled his opponents with a blend of raw power and technical brilliance. But can he overcome the heart and sould of WCW? (Footage of Booker T's dominant wins plays – a thunderous Harlem Hangover on Mike Awesome, a picture-perfect Book End on Ric Flair.) Announcer (voiceover): Sting! The Icon! He's defied time and injury, proving once again that he is a force to be reckoned with. Can he add another chapter to his already legendary career by securing a shot at the gold? (Scenes of Sting's resilience flash by – a thrilling Scorpion Death Drop on Kevin Nash, a dramatic Stinger Splash on RVD.) Announcer (voiceover): Two paths. Two distinct styles. One defining moment! (The two images merge, with Booker T's scream echoing over Sting's unwavering stare. The music reaches a crescendo.) Announcer (voiceover): Tonight, it all comes down to this! Sting vs. Booker T! One of these men will fight for the WCW World Heavyweight Championship at Starrcade! (The WCW logo appears on screen, emblazoned with the words "Bound for Glory" beneath it. The music fades.) ------------------- WCW Bound for Glory series finals Sting vs. Booker T Tony Schiavone: Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for! The culmination of the Bound for Glory Series! This is it! Sting versus Booker T! The winner earns a shot at the WCW World Heavyweight Championship at Starrcade! (The arena erupts as Sting, face paint gleaming, strides towards the ring with his signature baseball bat draped over his shoulder. Booker T follows, chains swinging, soaking in the roar of the crowd with a wide smile. Both men acknowledge each other with a nod of respect before climbing into the ring.) Mike Tenay: Bell time! (The bell rings and the two veterans circle each other cautiously. Sting immediately favors his left leg, a slight limp evident.) Tony Schiavone: Looks like Sting is still feeling the effects of Dustin Rhodes' earlier attack on his knee. Can he overcome the pain against a hungry Booker T? (The early minutes are a chess match – technical holds, counters, and reversals showcase their experience. Booker T targets Sting's injured leg with well-placed kicks and a dropkick to the knee. Sting fights through the pain, responding with a series of headlocks and a stiff right jab that rocks Booker T back.) Mike Tenay: Sting with a vintage display of resilience! He's refusing to let the injury slow him down! (The pace picks up as the match progresses. Sting connects with a back suplex, but Booker T counters with a thunderous clothesline. Both men are down for a breather. They slowly rise, exchanging punches in the center of the ring. It's a slugfest! Booker T throws a flurry of punches, but Sting catches him with a devastating Scorpion Death Drop!) Crowd: Sting! Sting! Sting! Tony Schiavone: Sting goes for the cover, but Booker T barely kicks out at two! The crowd gasps collectively. Mike Tenay: Oh my God! Sting had him there for a moment! But Booker T is hanging in there! (Booker T, visibly shaken, tries to crawl away. Sting stalks him, eyes blazing with determination. He attempts a Stinger Splash, but Booker T catches him with a spinarooni mid-air! Booker follows up with a Book End, driving Sting into the turnbuckle with a sickening thud!) Bobby Heenan: (classic Heenan sarcasm) There goes the knee again! Looks like Sting might need a miracle worker, not a doctor, to fix that leg! Mike Tenay: Booker T with a high-risk maneuver! Can he capitalize on this golden opportunity? (Booker T climbs to the top rope, preparing for the Harlem Hangover. Sting writhes in pain on the mat, clutching his knee. Booker T hesitates for a moment, a flicker of concern crossing his face. The crowd starts chanting "Booker! Booker!") Tony Schiavone: Booker T is showing some hesitation! (Booker T takes a deep breath and launches himself off the top rope! He connects with the Harlem Hangover on Sting, driving him into the mat! The referee dives for the cover.) One...Two...Three! (The bell rings. The referee raises Booker T's hand in victory.) Mike Tenay: There we have it, folks. The first ever Bound for Glory Series winner... Booker T! (The crowd erupts in a thunderous ovation. Booker T helps Sting to his feet, and they shake hands in a moment of mutual respect and shared pain. Sting then raises Booker’s hand). Sting: (nods) You earned this, Booker. Congratulations. (Sting limps out of the ring as medical personnel check on his knee. Booker T celebrates in the ring, overwhelmed with emotion. He raises his hand high, his eyes fixed on the WCW World Championship title hanging above the ring. The crowd continues to chant his name.) Tony Schiavone: Booker T has done it! He has won the Bound for Glory Series! At Starrcade, he will face the WCW World Heavyweight Champion! Who will it be? Will Booker T be able to dethrone the champion and claim the ultimate prize? We will find out by the end of the night! And the match that will settle it is next! ------------------- (Open on a black screen. A pulsating red light fades in, revealing a steel cage mesh. The sound of Limp Bizkit's " Break Stuff" blares with a driving beat.) Tony Schiavone (voiceover, intense): Goldberg! The name alone sends shivers down spines! An unstoppable force, a relentless juggernaut, a champion denied! (Scenes of Goldberg's dominance flash by - a Jackhammer on Rick Steiner, a Spear through Brian Adams, a thunderous Goldberg chant from the crowd.) Tony Schiavone (voiceover): But at Bound for Glory, Goldberg gets another shot. Another chance to claim the gold that he says was rightfully his! (The red light intensifies as the cage mesh fills the screen. We cut to a close-up of Scott Steiner's face, a sneer plastered across it. He throws his head back and lets out a guttural yell.) Scott Steiner (voiceover, dripping with arrogance): Goldberg! You're a washed-up freak! A one-trick pony! At Halloween Havoc, I dismantled you! This time, inside Caged Heat, it'll be worse! (Footage of Steiner's victory at Halloween Havoc plays - a chair shot to Goldberg's back, a Steiner Recliner that left Goldberg passed out after Rick Steiner and KroniK interfered.) Mike Tenay (voiceover): But this time, there's no escape! No outside interference! Just Goldberg and Steiner locked in a steel cage! A brutal battleground for ultimate supremacy! (The camera pans across the cage, showcasing its imposing structure. We cut back and forth between close-ups of Goldberg's steely gaze and Steiner's maniacal grin.) Ken Shamrock (shots of a previous show with Shamrock and Goldberg face to face): Respect isn't something you demand, it's something you earn. And frankly, I don't have much to offer right now. Not to Steiner, and not to you. (A shot of Shamrock delivering a Belly to Belly Suplex to Scott Steiner at the previous Nitro flashes by. Steiner writhes in pain on the mat.) Tony Schiavone (voiceover): With Ken Shamrock as the special guest enforcer, the violence will be undeniable! The stakes are higher than ever! (The red light intensifies once more. We see Goldberg charging towards the cage door, his eyes burning with determination. He slams into the door, the impact echoing through the arena.) Mike Tenay (voiceover): At Bound for Glory, Goldberg will be unleashed! Inside Caged Heat, there will be nowhere to run! Nowhere to hide! (The video cuts to a final shot of the cage, the red light pulsing ominously. The WCW logo appears on the screen, followed by the words "Bound for Glory" and "Caged Heat" in bold letters. The music fades.) ------------------- (The arena buzzes with anticipation. We see a darkened corridor, a lone security guard knocks on a closed door. Suddenly, the door explodes inward. Goldberg emerges.) (Security scrambles to keep pace as Goldberg surges forward, a force of nature fueled by pure determination. He charges down the hallway, muscles rippling, a steely glint in his eyes. Fans roar as his entrance theme, blasts through the speakers.) (Goldberg bursts out onto the entrance ramp, the spotlight catching him in a dramatic pose. The crowd erupts in a thunderous "Goldberg!" chant, the rhythm shaking the building. He ignores the cheers, his gaze fixed on the imposing steel cell over the ring.) (He reaches the platform and pauses for a beat, taking in the electric atmosphere. A primal scream erupts from his throat, sending shivers down spines. The crowd responds with a deafening roar. This is his moment, his destiny.) ------------------- WCW World Heavyweight Championship Goldberg vs. Scott Steiner - Caged Heat match From the opening bell, Goldberg was a force of nature. He tossed Steiner around the ring with a series of slams and thunderous clotheslines. A thunderous shoulder tackle sent Steiner crashing into the turnbuckles, leaving him gasping for air. The crowd erupted with chants of "Goldberg!" However, the presence of Shamrock added a layer of chaos. Goldberg, known for his all-out aggression, grew increasingly frustrated with Shamrock's attempts to maintain order. A couple of times, their paths crossed, leading to tense shoves and heated exchanges. Steiner charged at Goldberg with a flying clothesline from the top turnbuckle. Goldberg, with his trademark agility, sidestepped the attack. Goldberg's momentum carried him through, and he moved to spear Steiner. But he accidentally connected with Shamrock instead of Steiner! The collision with Shamrock visibly rattled Goldberg. Steiner seized the opportunity, nailing Goldberg with a vicious Flatliner. The momentum shifted. Steiner followed up with a belly-to-belly suplex of his own, driving the air out of Goldberg's lungs. As Goldberg stumbled to his feet, Shamrock seemed to lose his impartiality. His frustration with the chaos, coupled with Goldberg's accidental attack, boiled over. With a referee momentarily distracted by Steiner gathering weapons from below the ring, Shamrock grabbed Goldberg and delivered a brutal belly-to-belly suplex, before locking in a devastating sleeper hold. Goldberg laid unconscious in the center of the ring. Shamrock, seemingly regaining his composure, checked on Goldberg before exiting the cage. Steiner, capitalizing on the fallen challenger, climbed back down and landed a elbow drop after posing over Goldberg's fallen body. The referee rushed in, counted the pin… 1…2…3! Steiner Retains! The bell rang, and Scott Steiner emerged from the cage victorious. He celebrated with his brother Rick and KroniK wildly while medical personnel tended to the unconscious Goldberg. The crowd, stunned and confused by the ending, booed the winner and Ken Shamrock. We see an image of Shamrock standing outside the cage, a conflicted expression on his face, as the show fades to black.

Sabes que sou mark do Joe... eu tenho tentado manter o slow burn com a malta nova, mas como já tenho dito, o objetivo é eventualmente meter esta malta toda lá em cima. Incluindo o Cena... Havia outro resultado possível para o combate dos Rhodes? 😄

WCW Halloween Havoc (Sunday, Wk3 November 2001) - Part 1/2 Announcers Tony Schiavone | Mike Tenay | Bobby "The Brain" Heenan (The WCW intro sequence explodes onto the screen, the iconic pyro erupting in a shower of sparks. The crowd roars as the electrifying guitar riff of Nine Inch Nails’ “Wish” fills the arena.) (The camera cuts to a montage of highlights, a whirlwind of action showcasing the upcoming Bound for Glory card.) Voiceover (Voice booming): Bound for Glory! The night where legends are crowned and rivalries are settled! (Samoa Joe face to face with Shane Douglas, the challenger for his newly won WCW United States Championship.) Voiceover: Samoa Joe, the Samoan Submission Machine, reigns supreme! But Shane Douglas, the Franchise, demands his rightful shot at the title! Can Joe silence the Franchise once and for all? (Dusty Rhodes throws a desperate punch at his son, Dustin, their faces etched with pain) Voiceover: A family torn apart! Dusty Rhodes, the American Dream, faces his own flesh and blood, Dustin, now a member of the villainous Four Horsemen! Will Dusty reclaim his son, or will the darkness of the Horsemen consume Dustin completely? (AJ Styles flips over the top rope with a breathtaking aerial maneuver, narrowly avoiding Chavo Guerrero Jr.'s flying DDT.) Voiceover: The high-flying champion, AJ Styles! Can he retain his WCW Cruiserweight Championship against the cunning Chavo Guerrero Jr.? This rivalry has turned personal, and only one man will walk out with the gold! (Rob Van Dam executes a picture-perfect Rolling Thunder on Lance Storm, the frustration of their two previous encounters etched on his face.) Voiceover: It's a rubber match! Rob Van Dam versus Lance Storm! One win apiece, but tonight, there can only be one victor. Who will emerge victorious in this epic rivalry? (Kidman and Rey Jr. soar through the air with breathtaking dives, taking the fight to the arrogant Nature's Buff – Ric Flair and Buff Bagwell – the reigning WCW World Tag Team Champions.) Voiceover: The high-octane, Kidman & Rey Mysterio Jr., challenge the grandiose team of Nature's Buff! Flair and Bagwell scoff at their challengers, but are they underestimating the heart and hunger of these young stars? (Booker T and Sting lock eyes in the middle of the ring, a mutual respect evident despite their competitive spirit. Both men raise their fists in a gesture of sportsmanship.) Voiceover: The dream match! Booker T, the new face of WCW, and Sting, the WCW icon, clash in the Bound for Glory Series Finals! The winner earns a shot at the WCW World Heavyweight Championship at Starrcade! (The camera zooms in on a steel cell, the ominous structure casting a shadow over the ring. Inside, Goldberg and Scott Steiner stand nose-to-nose, their faces contorted with rage.) Voiceover: Goldberg! Steiner! Their controversial rivalry reaches its boiling point inside Caged Heat – a steel cage match where escape is no option! With Ken Shamrock as the special enforcer, will justice finally be served in this brutal encounter? (The montage comes to a close with a shot of the WCW World Heavyweight Championship hanging high above the ring.) Voiceover: Don't miss a single second of the action, as champions are crowned, legacies are forged, and rivalries are settled! Bound for Glory starts… now! (The WCW logo fills the screen as the crowd erupts in anticipation. Bound for Glory is upon us.) ------------------- WCW United States Heavyweight Championship Samoa Joe (c) vs. Shane Douglas The opening minutes were a brutal display of power. Douglas, fueled by a sense of entitlement, charged out of the gate with a flurry of strikes. He targeted Joe's midsection with a series of vicious kicks, hoping to exploit any lingering weakness from past battles. Joe, however, weathered the storm, absorbing the blows with a stoic expression. He retaliated with a thunderous shoulder tackle that sent Douglas staggering back. The champion followed up with a belly-to-belly suplex, showcasing his immense strength and momentarily silencing the challenger's bravado. As the match progressed, it transitioned into a technical chess match. Douglas, realizing brute force wouldn't be enough, resorted to his trademark agility. He peppered Joe with dropkicks and slingshot maneuvers, attempting to wear down the champion's defenses. Joe, however, countered with his signature offense, a devastating combination of power and submission holds. A thunderous clothesline nearly knocked the wind out of Douglas, and a perfectly executed Samoan Drop sent shockwaves through the crowd. Douglas, however, displayed remarkable resilience. He managed to escape Joe's clutches on multiple occasions, frustrating the champion's attempts to secure a quick submission victory. The final minutes were a frantic scramble for dominance. Sensing his window of opportunity closing, Douglas unleashed a desperate offensive. He nailed Joe with a Diving crossbody from the top turnbuckle, a move that sent a collective gasp through the audience. With renewed vigor, Douglas attempted the Franchiser, his signature finishing maneuver. However, Joe, ever the master strategist, countered with a lightning-fast spinning elbow strike, catching Douglas mid-move. This left the challenger dazed and vulnerable. Joe capitalized with his signature move, the Kokina Clutch, a rear naked choke that applies agonizing pressure to the opponent's neck. Douglas, trapped and gasping for air, had no choice but to tap out, signaling defeat. The champion roared in triumph, raising the WCW United States Title high above his head. The crowd erupted in cheers, acknowledging the intensity and drama of the title match. As officials tended to Douglas, Joe stood tall in the center of the ring, a defiant champion ready for his next challenge. ------------------- (The camera cuts to a dimly lit backstage corridor. Dustin Rhodes sits in a chair, devoid of any expression. He holds the microphone, his eyes fixed on a point in the distance. Ric Flair enters, his signature "Nature Boy" grin plastered on his face.) Ric Flair (Flamboyant): Woooo! Look who's all steeled up, champ! Ready to finally put the old man in his place, huh? Texas Bullrope match – a perfect opportunity to unleash some pent-up frustration. Dustin Rhodes (Voice flat, devoid of emotion): He brought this upon himself, Ric. Years of stifling mediocrity, clinging to his pathetic legacy. Tonight, I sever the ties. Ric Flair (Slaps Dustin on the back, a tad too forcefully): (Chuckles) A little rough around the edges, I see. But that's the fire we need tonight! Show them the true nature of a Horseman – ruthless, dominant, unapologetic! Dustin Rhodes (Stares at Ric, a flicker of something in his eyes): Tonight is about closure. A clean break from his outdated ways. It's him or me. (Dustin rises abruptly, his posture rigid. Ric's grin falters for a split second, a hint of unease flickering across his face.) Ric Flair (Clears his throat): Now hold on there, champ. Don't get carried away. You can beat him all you want, but one thing's for sure – you can't escape your past. Dusty Rhodes' blood runs in your veins, whether you like it or not. (Ric's words hang heavy in the air. Dustin stares him down, his face an unreadable mask. Ric throws his head back and lets out a forced "Woooo!" His grin returns, but it lacks its usual conviction.) Ric Flair: But hey, that win tonight will solidify your place with the Horsemen. We'll show the world what the "American Nightmare" can accomplish with the right guidance. Come on, champ, let's claim the future of WCW. (Ric extends a hand towards Dustin, his voice attempting a confident tone. Dustin hesitates for a moment, then grasps Ric's hand with a cold grip. The camera lingers on their hands clasped together, a tense silence hanging between them. As they walk towards the exit, a flicker of doubt clouds Dustin's eyes for a fleeting moment before his expression returns to one of cold determination.) Tony Schiavone (Voiceover): Tonight, blood will be spilled in a brutal Texas Bullrope match. Will the bonds of family endure, or will a son sever all ties in pursuit of a dark ambition? We will find out, as the match is next! ------------------- Dusty Rhodes vs. Dustin Rhodes - Texas Bullrope match A tense atmosphere hung heavy in the air as Dustin Rhodes, the embodiment of callous defiance, stared across the ring at his father, Dusty Rhodes, the American Dream personified. This wasn't just a match; it was a war between generations, a battle for redemption and a desperate plea for reconciliation. The opening moments were a chaotic brawl. Dustin, fueled by cold anger, rained down a series of right hands on his father. He whipped Dusty with the attached bullrope, leaving welts across his back. Dusty, ever the resilient soul, absorbed the punishment and fought back with a series of dropkicks and clotheslines. He connected with a picture-perfect elbow drop from the second rope, momentarily stunning Dustin. The middle portion of the match saw a shift in momentum. Dusty, sensing an opportunity, attempted his signature bionic elbow. However, Dustin, anticipating the move, rolled out of the way. Dusty then ran up to him for a clothesline but instead hit the turnbuckle hard, the wind knocked out of him. Seeing his father in pain, a flicker of doubt crossed Dustin's face. In a moment of unexpected tenderness, he knelt beside Dusty and offered a hand. "Dad," Dustin screamed as loud as he could, "Let's just end this. It doesn't have to be like this." Dusty, eyes filled with hope, reached for his son's hand. As their fingers brushed, a flicker of triumph danced in his eyes. Perhaps, he thought, there was a chance to bring his son back from the darkness. This flicker of hope was a critical mistake. With a cruel twist, Dustin yanked the bullrope back, wrapping it around his father's throat. The crowd gasped in collective horror as a strangled cry escaped Dusty's lips. Dustin, his face devoid of any emotion, began to pull the rope taut, a sadistic gleam in his eyes. With his father struggling for air, Dustin unleashed a flurry of brutal attacks. He repeatedly whipped Dusty with the bullrope, leaving bloody welts across his body. He followed up with a series of vicious stomps to the chest, his anger seemingly boundless. Finally, with a thunderous clothesline, Dustin sent his father crashing into the corner turnbuckle. He crawled on top of the fallen Dusty, cinched the bullrope around his leg, and slammed him into the mat repeatedly with a sickening thud. The referee scrambled to break the hold, but Dustin was relentless. He locked in a tight sleeper hold, his body weight pressing down on his struggling father. The crowd chanted "Dusty! Dusty!" their voices filled with despair. Slowly, with a labored gasp, Dusty's arm went limp. The referee counted to three, the bell tolling the end of the match. Dustin had won. (The crowd erupted in a mixture of boos and stunned silence. Dustin stood tall in the center of the ring, the bullrope wrapped around his arm like a twisted trophy as thrashed flew around him.) (Dusty Rhodes stirs in the corner, his body a canvas of welts and bruises. A pained groan escapes his lips as he tries to push himself up. Dustin watches his father's struggle with cold indifference. Then, in a motion that sends a shiver down the crowd's spine, he steps towards Dusty, the bullrope snaking behind him like a venomous serpent.) (Dustin reaches Dusty, grabs him by the hair, and slams him back down onto the mat. He grabs the bullrope and starts whipping it across Dusty's back with sickening thuds. Each lash echoes through the silent arena, a testament to Dustin's cold fury.) (Suddenly, a figure emerges from the darkness – Sting, his face etched with a grim resolve. He leaps from the rafters and enters the ring. The crowd erupts in a desperate roar, a flicker of hope amidst the despair.) (Sting throws a punch at Dustin, catching him off guard. They lock up in a fierce struggle. Sting overpowers Dustin, delivering a series of powerful punches and a thunderous back suplex. He grabs the bullrope from Dustin's grasp and throws it out of the ring.) (Dustin, momentarily stunned, regains his composure and backs into the corner. He scans the space below the ring with a calculating glint in his eye. Sting approaches cautiously, ready to deliver a finishing blow. Suddenly, Dustin lunges forward, grabbing a 2x4.) (Before Sting can react, Dustin swings the 2x4 with all his might, connecting with a sickening crack on the back of Sting's knee. Sting crumples to the mat, a look of shock and pain contorting his face. Dustin stands over him, a cruel smile playing on his lips.) (He grabs the bullrope again, tossing it over the top rope to the outside. Then, with a last cold stare at his fallen father and the stunned Sting, Dustin disappears into the night. The medical team rushes into the ring, tending to the injured Sting and Dusty. The boos of the crowd rise in a crescendo, a wave of anger and disappointment washing over the arena.) (The camera zooms in on Sting's face, a mask of agony. It then cuts to Dusty, his eyes filled with a heartbreaking mixture of pain and betrayal. The image fades to black, leaving a haunting silence in its wake.) ------------------- (The camera cuts to a dimly lit backstage corridor. Sting, his face contorted in pain, hobbles down the hall with the assistance of Samoa Joe. Sting leans heavily on Joe, his injured knee buckling with every step.) (Behind them, AJ Styles rushes in, his face etched with concern. He reaches them just as Sting groans, his leg giving way for a moment.) AJ Styles: Sting! (Rushes to their side) What happened? Are you alright? Sting (Voice strained): Just… a little banged up. But I'll manage. (He flashes a weak smile) Samoa Joe: Easy there, champ. Doc's waiting to take a look at that knee. AJ Styles: Doc? This doesn't look good. (Sting nods grimly, a flicker of anger crossing his face.) Sting: It doesn't matter right now, AJ. Focus on your match. AJ Styles: Focus? How can I focus when you're… (AJ gestures at Sting's injured leg) This match with Chavo… it's more than just the title, Sting. You know that, but still. (Sting stops AJ. AJ begrudgingly turns back, his voice taking on a determined edge.) AJ Styles (Cont'd): I gotta show everyone, Chavo included, that I belong at the top. That my time a Cruiserweight Champion isn't a fluke. This is about proving myself, night after night. (Joe and Sting exchange a knowing glance. Sting reaches out and puts a hand on AJ's shoulder, his touch surprisingly strong.) Sting: That’s right, AJ. And that's exactly why you'll win. You have the heart of a champion. Now, go out there and show them all. Show them why you're the Phenomenal One. (A flicker of his trademark fire ignites in AJ's eyes. He nods resolutely.) AJ Styles: Thanks, Stinger. I won't let you down. (Sting continues walking towards the trainer's room. Joe walks alongside him, a silent pillar of support. The camera lingers on Sting's face, a mix of pain and determination etched there. Despite his injury, Sting's spirit remains unbroken, as he clearly hasn’t given up on his match later tonight.) Mike Tenay: Up next, for the Cruiserweight Championship… AJ Styles, the Phenomenal One, will defend against the red-hot Chavo Guerrero! Don't miss this high-flying encounter, coming up right after the break! ------------------- WCW Cruiserweight Championship AJ Styles (c) vs. Chavo Guerrero Jr. AJ Styles wasted no time showcasing his phenomenal athleticism. He launched into a flurry of dropkicks and a breathtaking springboard moonsault, leaving Chavo Guerrero Jr. reeling. Chavo, known for his cunning technical prowess, countered with a series of well-placed kicks and a picture-perfect hurricanrana that sent Styles crashing to the mat. The middle portion of the match became a chess match of agility and strategy. Styles attempted his signature Styles Clash, but Chavo countered with a hair pull, a signature Guerrero tactic passed down from his father. He capitalized on the surprise with a frog splash, nearly stealing the win. The final act was a display of high-flying acrobatics. Styles, fueled by adrenaline, executed a jaw-dropping inverted DDT from the top turnbuckle. Sensing victory, he launched in his patented Styles Clash, hitting it with thunderous impact. Chavo was completely drained and was unable to kick out thus surrendering the match and securing Styles' reign as the WCW Cruiserweight Champion. As the referee slammed his hand down on the mat, the crowd erupted in cheers, showering the Phenomenal One with well-deserved praise. Styles stood tall in the ring, the gold of the championship gleaming brightly around his waist – a testament to his agility, grit, and unwavering pursuit of excellence. ------------------- (The camera pans down a dimly lit hallway backstage. John Cena struts confidently, a gold chain glinting around his neck. Bass rattles his eardrums as he blasts his entrance theme through noise-canceling headphones, a cocky smirk plastered on his face.) John Cena (Rapping): Yo, WCW locker room lookin' like a retirement village, Dusty relics on display, braggin' 'bout their faded mileage. Walk in with the bling, the champ with the mic that's on fire, These ol' geezers better step aside or get extinguished and then retire. (John bumps into someone and stumbles back, the music muffled by his headphones. He rips them off, a scowl replacing his smirk as he sees Konnan standing before him, arms crossed.) John Cena: Whoa, hold up, OG! Can't a superstar get some peace around here? (Konnan stares at John Cena, his face a mask of stoicism. The silence stretches, thick with tension.) (John Cena, oblivious to the brewing storm, throws his head back and lets out a mocking laugh. He leans into Konnan's face, his voice dripping with condescension.) John Cena (Cont'd): Still stuck in the old days, ain't ya? (John Cena notices Konnan isn't reacting, just staring him down with an intensity that makes his bravado falter slightly. He tries to regain his composure, rapping with a forced intensity.) John Cena (Cont'd): They preach about legacies built on nothin' but hype, My hustle's built different, the future's in my grip, bright. These so-called legends, all talk and no bite, their reign's on its last legs, The new school's crashin' the party, putting the old people on their deathbeds… (John Cena trails off, his eyes widening a fraction as he realizes Konnan isn't playing his game. Before he can react, Konnan explodes into action. A blur of motion, Konnan lands a vicious right hook square on John Cena's jaw. The force of the blow sends Cena flying backwards, his head snapping back with a sickening crack.) (John Cena crumples to the floor, unconscious. Konnan stands over him, breathing heavily. He looks down at Cena with a mixture of disgust and satisfaction.) (Konnan spits on the floor next to Cena's unconscious form and turns away, leaving John Cena sprawled like a discarded microphone. The camera zooms in on Cena's face, a single bead of sweat rolling down his temple. The silence hangs heavy in the air, broken only by the faint echo of Konnan's departing footsteps.) ------------------- *** Anthem by Warning Action plays in the background*** Get ready for a high-octane collision as Rob Van Dam, the Whole F'n Show, takes on the stoic technician, Lance Storm! This electrifying video package throws punches with heart-pounding music, showcasing RVD's signature aerial assaults and Storm's ruthless precision. Don't miss this clash of styles - pure adrenaline awaits! ------------------- (to be continued)

Já devia ter feito isto há quase 2 semanas, sorry... (card subject to change) WCW United States Heavyweight Championship:Samoa Joe (c) vs. Shane Douglas Dusty Rhodes vs. Dustin Rhodes – Texas Bullrope match WCW Cruiserweight Championship: AJ Styles (c) vs. Chavo Guerrero Jr. Rob Van Dam vs. Lance Storm WCW World Tag Team Championship: Kidman & Rey Jr. vs. Nature's Buff (c) WCW Bound for Glory series finals: Sting vs. Booker T WCW World Heavyweight Championship: Goldberg vs. Scott Steiner - Caged Heat match w/ Ken Shamrock as Special Enforcer

"Part-timer"... Desde que voltou da lesão só se ausentou no build up para o Saudi show.