WCW Monday Nitro, 1998

Tony:
The fans stand, showing their signs, and we are walking with Goldberg, and security from Goldberg's own locker room area following with him all the way to the ring, as you look live back in the locker room area. Surrounding Goldberg, some of Atlanta's finest, Doug Dillinger as well with WCW security, and here they come.

Bobby:
What's going through his mind right now? I've never been in that situation, going for a world championship, let alone with that list of victories this man has, in his backyard, hometown in front of everybody he played for, played with. What an evening, what drama right now.

Tony:
Long walk for Goldberg, but it's been a long wait since he arrived in the Georgia Dome earlier in the day. So what's another long walk for Goldberg? They're almost down here now.

[Goldberg now walks alone]

Bobby:
Well, Hogan may be taking a long walk too. A real long walk back to the dressing room empty-handed.

Tony:
But could the unblemished mark, the incredible series of wins by Goldberg come to a crashing end here tonight?

Bobby:
And you know, Tony, if Hogan is to defeat this man, you know what the nWo's gonna be like then with Hogan and Eric Bischoff in charge.

Tony:
[as Goldberg reaches the entrance] And there he is.

Mike Tenay:
And here comes the eruption.

Bobby:
Bigger than before.

Tony:
This is his moment.

[Goldberg stands on the ramp as the pyrotechnics envelope him for twenty seconds. When they subside, he walks to the ring surrounded by the security from before]

Bobby:
It's a long way down.

Tony:
There you look at Goldberg, and think about what Goldberg represents. A virtual unknown in this sport who walked into WCW, and he represents every wrestler who wanted just to walk in here and become the World Champ. That's what he represents as he makes his way to the ring.

Bobby:
He looks ready! Do it for me! Do it for the fans! Get rid of Hogan! And what's Hogan's mentality gonna be at Bash at the Beach if he's not heavyweight champion of the world along with Rodman?

Bobby:
Look at Goldberg! He's ready!

Tony:
He's poised... [Goldberg spears Hulk Hogan] Hogan goes down!

Bobby:
Okay, there's part one! Now finish him off! Finish him off!

Tony:
[Goldberg signals for the Jackhammer] He's calling for it!

Bobby:
This is it! This is it! [Goldberg sets Hogan up for the Jackhammer] Your career's on the line here! Do it! Do it! This place'll erupt when he picks him up.

Tony:
[Goldberg lifts Hogan in a suplex] He's got him up! [...and slams Hogan to the mat] Oh Hell Yeah!

Tony and Bobby:
[counting with the referee] One...

Tony:
[continues] ...two...THREE!!!

Bobby:
OH, THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! We got a new heavyweight champion of the world! The first undefeated man in the history of this sport to ever win the World Championship, and have a record of 107, 108...who cares?! There's zero on the other side! We've got a new champion! Listen to this! [pauses to acknowledge the cheering crowd and "Goldberg" chants] Wow.

Mike:
31-year-old Bill Goldberg, less than ten months in the sport, is on top of the wrestling world.

Tony:
[off a shirt] "Who's next?"

Bobby:
Who cares?

Tony:
"Who cares" is right.

[Eric Bischoff shoots on DX's recent assaults]

Eric Bischoff:
As I look through the crowd tonight, I wonder what you must be thinking and I wonder what Vince McMahon is thinking. You know because for the last couple of weeks he's been sending his little wannabes around demanding to talk to moi. The only problem with that is, he only sends them where he knows I'm not going to be. That's okay because I've got a little solution. Sean Waltman, you want an apology from me? You actually show up at our offices on a Monday afternoon when I think even you Sean are smart enough to figure out I probably wouldn't be there. As far as the apology goes - bite me! I apologize to no one.

[The NWO meet somebody who's just arrived and Hogan earlier hinted as somebody Goldberg must defeat first to face him in the main event - Scott Hall]

Hulk Hogan:
[as they walk to the arena] You're toast.

Scott Hall:
Can't have a party without me, baby.

Hogan:
That's right brother.

Eric Bischoff:
[to Hall] God, we missed you!

Hall:
I gotta heat things up.

Bischoff:
Oh and you know how!

Hall:
I gotta heat things up.

Hogan:
I like it.

Curt Hennig:
How you feeling?

Hall:
Too sweet.

Hogan:
Got the party goods, we got the goods for the party, let's go!

[Hollywood Hogan is in the middle of a promo calling out DDP for "somebody from his past." Jim Hellwig, aka Warrior comes in and enters the ring]

Warrior:
Talk to me, Warriors!!! [at top rope] Feel the real power, Hogan!!

Hollywood Hogan:
[shaken by his appearance] I thought you were dead!

Warrior: Who holds the absolute power now, Hollywood Hogan? Unleash that raising voice, Warriors! ['Warrior!" chants] Seems as if no formal introduction is gonna be necessary! Actually, it even seems as if there are those who anticipated my arrival! [disgusted at Hogan offering his NWO shirt as if inviting him to join] What is that smell? You might want to use it to clean up the mess you just made all over yourself! You need to open your eyes and ears, take control of the limited ability you have to understand the words I am about to say. For years, I have watched while this industry, with you as it's figurehead, has tried to create what is simply un-re-cre-at-able. I have heard, listened to all the innuendos and speculation that something ULTIMATE or WARRIOR may soon reappear. Welcome to the reappearance! Those things, Hogan, which are irreplaceable, whether they be people, places, or things, are never forgotten. You are witnessing that - RIGHT NOW! History tells us, Hogan... [“Hogan sucks”-Chants] Let's talk about something he doesn't know! History tells us, Hogan, that a man's legacy is build from the premise that within his life the moments lived, once lived, become a piece of his history. Somehow, you have conveniently, even eloquently, misplaced pieces of your history. In the one time, epochal battle between us, Hogan, you were the quintessential influence of what was good, great, and heroic. But different than you may remember, and albeit you may have beaten myths, legends, giants, and other great men, you never - never - beat a warrior. AND, certainly, not THE ULTIMATE ONE! As a victor of that one-time battle, I defeated what was, until then, undefeatable. I conquered what was then unconquerable. I dominated what was, until then, indomitable. On that day, you were great. I was ULTIMATE! Let me introduce myself, to those two fools that stand behind you. Let's see, this - dude [points to the Disciple] - must be your barber. And [to Eric Bischoff] who are you, little man? Who are you?

Eric Bischoff:
You know who I am. My name is Eric Bischoff, I run this company and who invited you?

Warrior: [laughs] Different than you want to make people believe, I never received an invitation, I showed up on my own accord, and let me tell you, Mr. Eric Bischoff, if you stick your nose in my business, you only, very quickly, prepare for your own demise. Furthermore, when I get done with my business here, I'm going to be sending you a bill. I suggest you pay it. I have waited patiently. The WARRIORS have waited all too patiently. Now - NOW - the virtue of justice unties my hands so that I can continue to fulfill a destiny set in motion upon that memorable day years ago - a destiny at the next level - a destiny beckoning the next Super Hero. There really is no sadder sight than when a grown man fears the challenges in his life so much that he rationalises adolescent behaviour to the point where he carries out heinous and self-indulgent actions - YOUR evilness, the evilness you embody and portray, is intolerable. I am the one that has the power to destroy you. It's source, Hogan, the truth, is inexhaustible. I come here, not to beat you up tonight, Hogan - beating you means nothing anymore. Everybody already has. No no no no no no no, that's too easy. Because you felt guilty for being who you were. Your mind became weak and Hulkamania became boring. I come here, Hogan, to tell you next week I intend to launch a revolution not even YOU can control. I ask you to find the courage - check it out - next week, same Warrior time, same Warrior place, same Warrior channel.

Ric Flair:
Thank you, thank you very much. I'm almost embarrassed by the response, but when I see this, I know that the twenty - five years that I've spent trying to make you happy every night of your life was worth every damn minute of it. Now, somebody told me that the Horsemen were having a party tonight in Greenville! Could that be true that the most elite group that Eric Bischoff said was dead, is alive and well? Bischoff, this might be my only shot, and I gotta tell ya, I'm gonna make it my best. Is this what you call a great moment in TV? It's wrong, because this is REAL! This is not bought and paid for! It's a REAL - LIFE - SITUATION! Just like the night in Columbia, South Carolina, when you looked at me - tears in my eyes - and said 'God, that's good TV' - it was real! Arn Anderson passed the torch - it was real, dammit! You think Sting was crying in the dressing room like I was on TV if it wasn't real? This guy, my best friend, is one of the greatest performers who ever lived, and YOU - you squashed him, in one night. Then you get on the phone and tell me, "Disband the Horsemen. They're dead. Disband the Four Horsemen." You know what? I looked at myself in the mirror the next day and I saw a pathetic figure that gave up and quit! And for that, I owe you, the wrestling fans, I owe these guys an apology. Because it won't happen again! [Bischoff appears at the entrance way]

Eric Bischoff:
You're history! This is my TV!!

Flair:
Bischoff, whatever you think... You're an overbearing asshole! That's right! You're an obnoxious, you're an obnoxious, overbearing ass! Abuse of power! You! Abuse of power! Cut me off! Come on! It's called abuse of power!

Bischoff:
You'll never ever wrestle on my television again!

Flair:
You suck! You... I hate your guts. I hate your guts.

Bischoff:
[as he walks away] This is my house! You're history!

Flair:
You are a liar, you're a cheat, you're a scam, you are a no-good son of a bitch.

Bischoff:
You're history!

Flair:
Fire me! I'm already fired! Fire me! I'm already fired!

[Ric Flair and the Four Horsemen just fought off the NWO, and he's still livid over Eric Bischoff kissing his wife the week before]

Ric Flair:
BISCHOFF!!! For 25 years, for whatever I have been, good and bad, I've been a man, you son of a bitch! And good or bad, I can walk in the door of my house and know that those kids, and that wife forgave me for everything I ever did wrong because they depended on me to live day in and day out! You, you start out, you come in here, you promise me the world and then you take my career, you try to shitcan that, that didn't work, because [to the fans] they, right here, 40,000 strong, wouldn't let you do it!

Bobby Heenan:
It's the most intense I've ever seen him.

Flair:
Then, you put your lawyers on me and you know what, you damn near broke me, but I would like to the wire, I fought you every step of the way. I gave in, I came back, not 'coz of you, but because my little boy, ten years old, walked up to me and said, "Dad, why don't you just beat the hell out of Bischoff and get back in the world?" He didn't understand politics, he didn't understand lawyers, but he understands that every day of his life, his dad said two things to him: Never quit. Promise me for as long as I am alive, you will never quit - and last Thursday night, you stepped over the line AND I ALMOST QUIT! I almost couldn't live it, you put your hands on my children, you kissed my wife, you no-good rotten bastard! What do you think my kids felt when they went to school, embarrassed? No. Shocked? No. You stepped over the line. You took something...

[Eric Bischoff appears at the entranceway]

Eric Bischoff:
[mock sadness] Oh, Ric, I feel so bad.. [sees Flair running up to him; to security] STOP HIM STOP HIM!!! [security restrains Flair] Come on, come on! Come and get me, come and get me be careful with him, he's got a bad heart! He's got a bad heart! [as the officers cuff him] Arrest him! Arrest him, so I can fire him!!