WCW Nitro 3

Jim Ross, "Welcome to the wonderful Mellon Arena in lovely Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Tonight we have some fantastic matches and the first appearance of Vince McMahon on WCW television, who is already in the ring."

Bobby Heenan, "Yes he is and Eric Bischoff seems to find it funny, but in his first night here in WCW, Bischoff has Vince lined up to face the monster Kevin Nash"

Jim Ross, "In fact here comes his opponent."

GMC, "Now entering the ring, weighing in at 317 pounds from Detroit, Michigan, Kevin Nash. And his opponent from Greenwich, Connecticut, Vince McMahon."



Vince starts by running off the ropes and trying a clothesline, but it has no effect on Nash. Nash strikes McMahon and Vince falls to the ground. Nash picks up and strikes him again. Nash kicks Vince in the midsection, puts him between his legs and gives him a powerbomb. Nash walks over to the corner and demands a microphone.

Nash, "Vince, this is for everyone who had the dishonor of working for you and having to suffer under your leadership."

Nash walks back and picks McMahon up again and gives him another powerbomb. He picks him up and throws him to the ropes and delivers a big boot. He puts his foot on top of Vince and gets the pin, 1, 2, 3.



JR, "Welcome back, Eric Bischoff is in the ring and he's not looking so well."

Bischoff, "Ladies and gentleman, I have some news, straight from the board of directors, they voted on a new CEO of WCW and have I have the extreme displeasure of welcoming this person aboard. This person has just as much of a say as I do and I do not like that one bit. You know, no, I won't do it, I will not welcome the person out here, they can wait until hell freezes over for me to welcome them out here. They are not welcome here in WCW and I will not allow them on WCW television. Sorry for wasting everyone's time. Goodbye."



JR, "Well that was certainly something."

Heenan, "Yeah, it was something alright. I need to find out who this person is that he won't let on TV. I'll call around to my sources and get back to everyone about it."

JR, "Well thank you Brain, I'm sure we'd all appreciate that. Now let's send it up to Gary Michael Cappetta to announce the next match."

GMC, "In the corner to my right, weighing in at 290 pounds and from New York City, John Bradshaw Layfield. His opponent, the man in the corner to my left, weighing in at 245 pounds from Kansas City, Missouri, Harley Race."



The match starts off with a collar and elbow tie up. After walking each other back, Harley Race gets the advantage and throws JBL to the ground. JBL gets up and ties up again, yet again Harley Race throws him to the ground. Infuriated, JBL rushes Race, he ducks, grabs JBL and executes a belly to back suplex. He stomps on Layfield a few times and then drops an elbow. Race raises his arms in the air and the crowd cheers. He picks JBL up and delivers a few right hands, but after one more JBL ducks and hits a clubbing blow to Race's back. Race turns around and JBL lifts him up for a scoop slam. He then delivers an elbow of his own. Layfield picks him and picks him up for a suplex, Race wiggles out of it, grabs JBL's neck and comes crashing down with a neckbreaker. He runs to the ropes and drops a knee right into JBL's forehead. He lets JBL get up as he runs off the ropes and hits a running knee strike. JBL gets a surge of energy, turns around and hits a big boot right in the face of Race, but it doesn't knock him down. JBL runs off the ropes and hits a viscous clothesline from hell and gets the pin.



JR, "Here I stand with the Fabulous Freebirds. Gentelmen, you requested this time, now what do you have to say?"

Hayes, "Well good ol' JR, this is the third week since WCW came back and I have yet to have a match. I had to request television time, because nobody would put me in a match. It's a disgrace, I am a very talented individual and these two men along side me will agree. In the past, we busted our asses and for what? A few tag title reigns? Now don't get me wrong, I loved teaming with Terry Gordy, but I feel I was destined to win the big one. But there was one man keeping us all down, one man that held the title and refused to let any of us near it. That man is Ric Flair. He wronged the Freebirds in the past and I am officially declaring the mission of the Freebirds is to take out that cocky arrogant son of a, well, it rhymes with witch. We are the greatest group in professional wrestling and we will prove to the WCW and its fans that we are superior to the Horsemen in every single way. Now of course we can't prove that by just sitting around twiddling our thumbs, we have to get in on some action. So I am laying down the challenge right here right now to any three men out there, take on the Freebirds and maybe you can make a name for yourselves."

Gordy, "Yes, any three men, we don't care who it is, hell, we would prefer if it was three of the Horsemen. That way we could teach them a lesson about being the best you can be. We will show dominance over any three people we face and prove why we are the supreme force in wrestling today."

Roberts, "Terry is right, we will showcase our pure talent over the likes of the Horsemen or any other three wrestlers that decide to man up and take us on. We will rule over the world of professional wrestling, if given the chance, but we will not let anything stop us. If we aren't allowed to wrestle, we will go to the ring anyways and issue a challenge to the men in charge. You will all see how great the Freebirds truly are, you just have to witness it first."



Flari, "The Freebirds challenge us, the 4 Horsemen? They challenge us? We should be the ones laying down the challenges. WOOOOO. We are the supreme talent in WCW and the world. We would dominate any person or group who gets in our way. And I'm not going to let some hillbillies interfere with me having a good time in WCW. You three were never and are never going to be good enough to to challenge me for the World title. WOOO. You three are nothings when it comes to pro wrestling. I may not have always been a fan favorite, but I always rooted for the Von Erichs. Now we know between the three groups who are the better champions, who are the better wrestlers and who are the better men. And you are staring at the man, the man, WOOOO, who above it all will always be World's champion and will always prove to be better than three country boys. I am the limousine riding, jet flying, kiss stealing, wheeling dealing son of a gun. And none of you can out do me or the Horsemen. We are the best today, the best yesterday and the best tomorrow. We don't take crap from anybody and we certainly won't take it from you. WOOOO"

Malenko, "And that is why we accept your challenge. It will be Arn, Tully and myself taking you three jokes on."

Anderson, "I'm not teaming with the likes of you. Forget it."



Hayes, "A little dissension in the ranks? Looks like you should sort out your own business before you get involved with the likes of us."



JR, "Welcome back and it is time for our main event, let's send it up to Gary to get things under way."

GMC, "In the ring at this time, to my left, weighing in at 226 pounds from Montreal, Quebec, Canada, Rick Martel. And his opponent weighing in at 240 pounds from Amarillo, Texas, Terry Funk."



The match was a real back and forth fight, each man got in a signature move on the other, but neither man would relent. They wanted to fight to show they were better than the other. On one of the pin attempts when Terry Funk was covering Martel, the ref was pulled out of the ring at 2. It was Ric Flair, he hit the ref and stormed the ring. Funk and Flair traded punches when Rick Martel decides to get involved and help Terry Funk. The two double team Flair until the Horsemen run down and make things a 4 on 2 fight. Tully and Dean worked over Martel while Arn and Ric took their turns with Terry. That was until the Freebirds hit the ring and brawled with the Horsemen. Gordy fought with Dean, Roberts fought with Tully, Hayes was going back and forth with Ric and Arn until Terry Funk got up to help and he took on Flair. Rick Martel just left to let the eight battle it out. The show went off air with all eight men fighting inside the squared circle.