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Sting/Hogan at Starrcade was built for more than a year. The match has Sting run wild on Hogan, but then the NWO shows up and Sting beats them back. Hogan tries to sneak Sting but hits Nash instead. Sting hits the splash in the corner on Hogan and then another splash. Hogan flops to the ground and Sting applies the Scorpion Deathlock. Hogan submits. OMG a new champion.
The "WCW" wrestlers empty out of the locker room. Luger hugs Sting. WCW hoists Sting on their shoulders as confetti falls to the ring. The crowd is going nuts. WCW has finally beaten the NWO.
Then Roddy Piper's music hits. He stands at the entrance with a microphone. He comes out smiling and celebrating. He congratulates Sting on vanquishing the evil New World Order. He says to Sting you just beat the best in the world (imo always put wrestlers over). Sting you are the best.
But then Piper stops smiling and becomes super-cereal. As I'm saying this Sting, I think there is a man who may dispute me calling you the best. This man ruled New York. This man is world renown. In fact some may call him the best there is, the best there was, the best there ever will be.
Then the lights go out and pyro hits and a cheesy 90s light show with PINK lights mixed in and a terrible WCW rip off song starts to play and out comes Bret Hart. Dressed in a fucking suit. No jean shorts, no jersey, no Rugged outback boots. Dressed like a damn champion. Bret walks into the ring shakes Sting's hand while the other wrestlers mark out for Bret.
At the same time Schiavone and Hennan are losing their minds "omg the master of the scorpion deathlock and the master of the sharpshooter face to face for the first time. These are the two best wrestler in the world. I don't know what going to happen folks. Tune into Ntiro tomorrow. We are out of time. Goodnight everybody."
The "WCW" wrestlers empty out of the locker room. Luger hugs Sting. WCW hoists Sting on their shoulders as confetti falls to the ring. The crowd is going nuts. WCW has finally beaten the NWO.
Then Roddy Piper's music hits. He stands at the entrance with a microphone. He comes out smiling and celebrating. He congratulates Sting on vanquishing the evil New World Order. He says to Sting you just beat the best in the world (imo always put wrestlers over). Sting you are the best.
But then Piper stops smiling and becomes super-cereal. As I'm saying this Sting, I think there is a man who may dispute me calling you the best. This man ruled New York. This man is world renown. In fact some may call him the best there is, the best there was, the best there ever will be.
Then the lights go out and pyro hits and a cheesy 90s light show with PINK lights mixed in and a terrible WCW rip off song starts to play and out comes Bret Hart. Dressed in a fucking suit. No jean shorts, no jersey, no Rugged outback boots. Dressed like a damn champion. Bret walks into the ring shakes Sting's hand while the other wrestlers mark out for Bret.
At the same time Schiavone and Hennan are losing their minds "omg the master of the scorpion deathlock and the master of the sharpshooter face to face for the first time. These are the two best wrestler in the world. I don't know what going to happen folks. Tune into Ntiro tomorrow. We are out of time. Goodnight everybody."
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