Diamonds are Forever
" 'Cha gonna do brother, when the nWo run wild on you?"
"Well, Chico?"
"Oooooooooh yeah!"
"uh....what they said." (On the ladder of intelligence, Diesel shares a rung with Psycho Sid.)
Outside the ring, Ric Flair felt deflated. He looked into the squared circle and saw Hollywood Hogan and his gang of Razor Ramon, Randy Savage and Diesel celebrating already. Surely he was going to lose his title match to Hogan. The nWo were just too strong. And he couldn't fight back. His once powerful stable had been obliterated. Tully Blanchard had descended to John Morrison levels of obscurity. Ole Anderson had gotten angry at Vince and left. Chris Benoit took one too many chair shots and did something unspeakable. The only ones left by Flair's side were Comrade Kaled and Arn Anderson. But that's only three. You can't have the Four Horsemen with only three horsemen. And they were outnumbered by the nWo. Flair needed back up.
The sounds of a thousand grotesque trumpets all blowing together filled the arena. The spectators watching that year's Starrcade were confused. A giant blue box appeared on the entrance ramp. Ric Flair turned to look at it. A door opened, and out stepped Dr Who.
That's not Doctor Who; it's Dinosaur Who.
10 metres tall. A spectacular afro wig. Sparkling blue eyes. His custom made tuxedo was gone; replaced by tight, royal blue wrestling trunks.
Now that was one heck of a back up, thought Flair.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" he cried.
"RRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" repeated Dr Who. He stomped down the ramp toward the ring. Randy Savage was paralysed with fear. Dr Who stepped into the ring. Savage backed into a corner. Using his extremely short arms, Dr Who knife edged chopped Savage again and again. Delighted, the crowd counted each one.
Comrade Kaled had approached Razor Ramon. Ramon tried to punch, but Comrade Kaled blocked it. He Irished whipped RR into the ropes. He rebounded and Comrade Kaled hit the Kiwi Splash!! Ramon limply rolled out of the ring.
Diesel didn't like what he was seeing. Angrily, he strode forward to help his mates. SNAPPP. He fell to the mat, clutching his leg in agony. Somehow he had torn his quadriceps simply by walking. Idiot! Fortunately, that meant Arn Anderson didn't have anyone to beat up, so he used the time to do the Four Horsemen gesture at the cameras.
WHAMMM! Dinosaur Who performed a perfect Sweet Chin Music on Hollywood Hogan. Flair approached, slapping on his patented figure four leg lock. Hogan wiggled around, trying to free himself. He couldn't. Reluctantly he tapped out.
Flair had done it! He had won the World Title! And it was all thanks to Dinosaur Who!!
The crowd cheered. Confetti fell on Flair, Dr Who, Anderson and Comrade Kaled as they celebrated in the ring. Diamonds are forever, and so are Dinosaur Who and the Four Horsemen!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
"Well, Chico?"
"Oooooooooh yeah!"
"uh....what they said." (On the ladder of intelligence, Diesel shares a rung with Psycho Sid.)
Outside the ring, Ric Flair felt deflated. He looked into the squared circle and saw Hollywood Hogan and his gang of Razor Ramon, Randy Savage and Diesel celebrating already. Surely he was going to lose his title match to Hogan. The nWo were just too strong. And he couldn't fight back. His once powerful stable had been obliterated. Tully Blanchard had descended to John Morrison levels of obscurity. Ole Anderson had gotten angry at Vince and left. Chris Benoit took one too many chair shots and did something unspeakable. The only ones left by Flair's side were Comrade Kaled and Arn Anderson. But that's only three. You can't have the Four Horsemen with only three horsemen. And they were outnumbered by the nWo. Flair needed back up.
The sounds of a thousand grotesque trumpets all blowing together filled the arena. The spectators watching that year's Starrcade were confused. A giant blue box appeared on the entrance ramp. Ric Flair turned to look at it. A door opened, and out stepped Dr Who.
That's not Doctor Who; it's Dinosaur Who.
10 metres tall. A spectacular afro wig. Sparkling blue eyes. His custom made tuxedo was gone; replaced by tight, royal blue wrestling trunks.
Now that was one heck of a back up, thought Flair.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" he cried.
"RRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" repeated Dr Who. He stomped down the ramp toward the ring. Randy Savage was paralysed with fear. Dr Who stepped into the ring. Savage backed into a corner. Using his extremely short arms, Dr Who knife edged chopped Savage again and again. Delighted, the crowd counted each one.
Comrade Kaled had approached Razor Ramon. Ramon tried to punch, but Comrade Kaled blocked it. He Irished whipped RR into the ropes. He rebounded and Comrade Kaled hit the Kiwi Splash!! Ramon limply rolled out of the ring.
Diesel didn't like what he was seeing. Angrily, he strode forward to help his mates. SNAPPP. He fell to the mat, clutching his leg in agony. Somehow he had torn his quadriceps simply by walking. Idiot! Fortunately, that meant Arn Anderson didn't have anyone to beat up, so he used the time to do the Four Horsemen gesture at the cameras.
WHAMMM! Dinosaur Who performed a perfect Sweet Chin Music on Hollywood Hogan. Flair approached, slapping on his patented figure four leg lock. Hogan wiggled around, trying to free himself. He couldn't. Reluctantly he tapped out.
Flair had done it! He had won the World Title! And it was all thanks to Dinosaur Who!!
The crowd cheered. Confetti fell on Flair, Dr Who, Anderson and Comrade Kaled as they celebrated in the ring. Diamonds are forever, and so are Dinosaur Who and the Four Horsemen!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO