The scene opens in a silent dark room, where the only light is provided by a single light bulb, dangling on a rope for the ceiling. Under the light, we see a round table, with three chairs around it. On the table we find a deck of cards and playing chips. Suddenly, three mysterious men take a seat around the table in the three chairs. Without a word, they begin to deal the cards, set up the chips, and make themselves comfortable in the room. Each man is given an equal amount of cards, as they each take a look at the cards as they are given to them. These men remain silent, wearing articles of clothing such as suspenders, slacks, and dress shirts. The dealer is wearing this, with the addition of a hat and a cigar, which he is smoking. After minutes of the same, the lights suddenly are restored and we find that these men were sitting in the middle of a rather large hotel room, which looks to belong to a wrestler judging by the wrestling attire on the couch next to the table. The men look to the entrance of the room in terror, knowing that they’ve been caught. At the entrance, we find Edge, Jeff and Matt Hardy, standing in astonishment at what they see before them. The men gather their things, as the trio of wrestlers, proceed further into the office. Jeff Hardy raises his hands in anger and says…
this is just something that shouldn’t happen! Superstars like ourselves should
not walk into their hotel room and find three homeless guys carrying out a game
of Poker. Sheesh, Hardcore Championship Wrestling sure knows how to treat the
future of their promotion.
you condoned this!
Edge and Matt simply shake their heads in disappointment as Jeff rushes them out, wearing dark blue jeans with a Duke Blue Devil warm-up top. Matt is wearing black jeans with a white, black, and gold Nike shirt. Edge is wearing his trademark sunglasses with black jeans that match his black jean jacket. He’s wearing a white shirt underneath. When they reach the door, Jeff asks them to stop, and rips the light bulb from it’s attachment to the ceiling and throws it at them. He then asks them to remain there as he picks up their table, and tosses it through the doorway, striking the trio of men, forcing them to the ground. Edge slams the door on them, and smiles at Matt and Jeff who smile back. He then says…
we are now in HCW! Can you believe this? This is truly unbelievable. Here, we
start over, and that’s music to my ears. Why? Well, now I can get rid of that
godforsaken gothic gimmick. I can just be… well… me.
Edge dives onto the couch in the room, as Jeff takes a seat on the bar, which is in the kitchen. The trio’s bags are all at the door next to Matt, who looks down at them, and then looks up at his brother and Edge, and shakes his head.
I’m not going to do this. We’re all responsible for our own stuff guys.
think of it as taking out the trash, y’know. While we’re here, we’re going
to have to get these chores taken care of some kind of way, correct? Damn right.
So here’s the deal, you take care of that, and I’ll take care of the trash.
I’ll… I’ll vacuum clean around here.
a second, those chores are taken care of by the hotel maids. Who are you trying
A dead man if you don’t take care of those bags!
Fine… I’ll take care of it…
Matt has a demonic smile on his face as he says this. He picks up all the bags at one time, and he stumbles to the hall that connects their three bedrooms. He disappears in the view of the scene when he enters the hall, and all that can be heard is the impact of suitcases being thrown against the bedroom walls. Jeff sighs as he says…
don’t worry about Matt. He gets like that sometimes. You’ll get used to it.
I mean, you’ll have to if you’re going to be working with us, right? By the
way, why did you side with us?
needed a change. I saw the transformation you two made from being the silent
type to loud mouths in the last federation we were in. It looked like you two
were having more fun, and I wanted the same. It’s that simple. Think about it,
in that last federation, before the transformation, you were nothing.
Well I didn’t mean it like that. Anyway, after the transformation, you became
tag team champions on three different occasions, but the weirdest part about it
is, you never lost. You also had your own show and you were arrested on many
I was with you until you mentioned the arrests, Edge.
Bottomline, you guys were the coolest wrestlers in the federation. To be honest,
I envied that.
Matt emerges from the dark hall with a huge smile on his face. He then tells Jeff to get a can of coke for him. Jeff refuses, and when he does, Matt runs to the bar, and punches his brother right in the chest. Jeff stumbles back, picks up a coke, tosses it to his brother, who catches it in the mid-air and begins to tap the lid. Apparently, this helps calm the soda down after its been shaken up. See, you learn something everyday. Matt jumps into the recliner, which is next to the couch, at a diagonal. He then says…
what are we talkin’ about in here?
Ah, just talking about the days when you two were something special. The Rockers
is what you were called. I assume you took the name, because of your respect of
Shawn Michaels, right?
Kind of. We were being managed by Marty Jannetty when we first arrived in that
federation. He changed our name to the New Age Rockers. After time, we fired his
ass, then shortened the title to The Rockers. We figured that we had surpassed
the accomplishments made by The Rockers of old, so we deserved to wear that
title. Now, it has stuck with us, through and through. That federation has bit
the dust, and we were in search for a new one, and that brought us here, to the
World Wrestling Federation. It’s weird how we met you though-
Sitting in the lobby of Titan Towers, thinking of a new gimmick, since I
didn’t sign with an old partner of mine this time around. You two walked in as
big shots, and the staff hung at every word you uttered. I guess the word got
around about your work in your last federation. After you were done with your
business, you two helped me out with me contract. Here’s one thing you failed
Give me a freaking gimmick!
You are your gimmick Edge. Do you think the way we act know is something
fabricated? No, this is the way we actually act. We’re wild and young and we
act that way. We figure, sitting with a role of a quiet character just doesn’t
reach out to the people. We matched great charisma with our already established
wrestling ability to become The Rockers.
Am I a Rocker now?
Matt and Jeff begin to laugh hysterically as Edge slumps down in his seat, a little embarrassed. Matt and Jeff gain control, putting their laughing to rest, as Matt responds.
No, my blonde friend. There is no way you’ll ever be a Rocker. That’s
reserved for the two most elite wrestlers in this federation, my brother and I.
Yet, you’re right. If you are going to hang with us, we’re going to have to
have a name that covers all of us.
Like a stable.
I got it! The Brood!
Are you serious? I thought you were done with that, buddy.
Yeah, I am. You see The Brood is not only a clan of vampires, but is also the
children of a family.
leave the idea of vampires and children out of your head. The Brood does have
It doesn’t fit ‘The Rockers’ though!
I like it. All in favor-
Jeff and Edge both raise their hands.
Fine… The Brood it is.
This is just…
Awesome, yeah, I know. Listen Jeff, we have ourselves a problem, The Dudleys
have addressed us, and let me tell ya’, these two are a couple of sick
Well, what did they say to us?
I’m glad you asked.
Matt stands, and walks over the big screen television across from his seat and the couch. He pops in a tape that was sitting on top of the VCR, and plays it for Jeff and Edge.
The tape stops at the conclusion of the Dudley Boyz low budget segment, and we find the trio back in their original spots in the hotel room. Jeff breaks the silence and says…
Man, that was the sickest segment I have ever seen. I have never seen two more
grotesque looking beings in all my life. And the language was horrid as well.
We’ve dealt with their kind before. Honestly, all those threats don’t mean a
damn thing. All the name-calling, only shows you how ignorant those to are to
begin with. And I’m sure that where ever those those two were, there wasn’t
more than a dozen fans cheering for them. I mean, c’mon. Who cares about the
Dudley Boyz? No one! Does it matter who the fuck they are? No! Do they pose as a
threat to our pure dominance of the tag team ranks? Get real. I’ve seen more
talent in women engaging in catfights than I see in the Dudleys.
Why so angry? What have we done to them? Perhaps this anger comes from the
jealousy they have for our incredible wrestling skills. Makes sense. Buh Buh Ray
even wanted to mimic our moves off the turnbuckle. Hmm… Could it be? Maybe the
Dudleys want to be like The Rockers. World Wrestling Federation, role that tape!
The scene suddenly changes to a commercial of men, women, and children of all ages are all singing. There are clips of The Rockers being shown as the opening verse begins which has the same tune as Michael Jordan’s famous commercial, “I want to be like Mike”.
Sometimes I dream-
That they are me-
They are what perfection means to me-
They are the kings-
A great tag team-
Like Rockers, I want to be like Rockers
Rockers, I want to be like Rockers.
The scene is restored to the hotel room with the trio. However, Edge has left the room. Matt and Jeff remain in their spots as Matt says…
how beautiful. Anyway, can you blame them? Not only are we the most talented tag
team in federation history. Not only are we the best tag team in federation
history, but people actually like us. We’re also the best-looking tag team
here in the World Wrestling Federation. All of this is something the Dudleys
will never achieve. First, they suck. Second, they are ugly as sin. And third,
they suck. If you’re trying to be like The Rockers, Dudleys, you have a long
way to go. I recommend plastic surgery. And in speaking of stuff like that,
their segment definitely needs a make over. What I mean is, the gist of the
segment. The Dudleys have a unique way of words, or so I thought, but to my
surprise, they decided not to use their own creative speaking skills. No. They
rip material from other wrestlers. How unoriginal and boring. Just as boring as
Rob Van Dam’s last segment, and I assure you, that’s extremely boring.
Gentlemen, here’s some advice, when you address us, you address us with your
own words, your own feelings. In short, use your own catch phrases. And just one
thing to remember for future reference, the back flip you keep on ranting about,
is called a moonsault you dip shit.
We need a tag team title shot. We’re obviously, hands down the best tag team
here, so holding off our tag team shot is only holding off the inevitable.
Sooner of later, and probably sooner, we’ll have those tag team titles, and I
look forward to a long reign, Matt.
And I don’t? Look, we have the skill to hold these things for the rest of my
lives. We’ll achieve what’s rightfully ours, I assure you. Ole’ Vinny Mac
should do himself a favor and the federation a favor and book us in a match on
Monday Night Raw. You know what, here’s an idea. The Dudleys will take on Too
Cool, right? Well, lets pencil us in and call it a tag team title match. This
will make the ratings skyrocket without a doubt in my mind. We’re what the
people want to see. That message is
directed to Vince. Camerman, can you deliver that message? Good boy. So, if
granted, we’ll be tag team champions by as early as tomorrow. Incredible!
So what about Too Cool?
What about them?
Do you think they pose as a threat? Ah, stupid question. Of course not. You
can’t take a couple of dancers seriously. It’s utterly impossible, because
when I think of a wrestler who tries to win the crowd over by dancing, I think
of Kuurgan. I think of a clown, in other words. A joke! I’m going to drop the
Grand Master and Scottie 2 Hottie crap, and get down to the essence of Too Cool.
Brian Christopher and Scott Taylor are Too Short, Too Stubby, and Too Dumb, to
have a chance at winning the tag team titles. It would be one cold day in hell
the day they win those titles. Man, can you imagine what the division would come
to? They’d bring the tag team titles to a level past the importance of the
Hardcore Title and the Lightweight Title.
I rest my case. Being the good guy that I am, I cannot sit back and let this
happen. I know that with us holding the titles, we’ll bring the titles to a
level of importance that could equal the importance of the World Title. Why,
because we’re that damn good. We don’t dance to get noticed. We don’t send
people through tables to get noticed. No, we kick ass to get noticed. We lay our
bodies on the line to get the win, yet, with the lack of competition we have, we
have yet to have to go to that extent. We end our matches quick, fast, and in a
hurry, because frankly, we have better things to do than to waste our time with
losers like Too Cool. They’ll feel pain, but we won’t make them suffer. We
promise that we’ll end it quick.
The Young and The Flawless is what they call us, and it fits us perfectly.
We’re young, and we’re the epitome of perfection. It doesn’t get any
better than us. Do you know that if it were our desire, we’d contend for the
world titles in singles competition, and one of us would come away with the
title. Which one of you can say that? Scott? No, of course not. Especially if he
wrestles as bad as he dances. God, you have no rhythm. The only reason why
anyone actually thinks he can dance is because he can do worm. Brian? What a
goof! Maybe if you’d forget about the freakin’ goggles and wrestle, you’d
have a little more success in your career. It’s obvious you two will not be
winning the World Title anytime soon, and we’ve already established why you
won’t win the tag team championship. So what titles will you win around here?
None. Why are you here Too Cool? It’s obvious you career here will be a sad
and disappointing one. Duck out of this federation while you still can. That is,
before we get our hands on ya’, losers.
Edge walks into the room from the hallway, and takes a seat on the couch, then asks…
I’m a little disappointed. I thought we’d check out the clubs here in New
Jersey or go see a basketball game. You know, the stuff you usually do. Don’t
tell me you’re going to stop doin’ that stuff.
We just got in the hotel room. Get a hold of yourself. We’ll go out later, but
now I have a question for you, what belt do you have your eye on?
The World Title, who doesn’t?
Then we’ll help you get it.
Leave that to us.