Strike Fantasy Towers
Friday Night Inferno™
With John Cartwright and Randy White
April 4th, 2003
Friday Night 8:00pm

The camera cuts to the parking lot area where a silver BMW X5 4.6 with tinted windows a blasting base pulls up and comes to a hault in the middle of an open driving area. In the background a metal grate can be seen closing over the inner arena parking lot entrance. An assistant of some kind comes over to the vehicle and opens the front door. The camera looks to the ground first and makes it's way up the body of a man from his Nike kicks, up to his designer jeans, further up to his leather jacket, and finally to his sunglassed face.

RW: Mad Dogg is here, John.

JC: The owner looks like he's in a pretty good mood.

Dogg shoves a folded up bill into the assistant's top pocket as he shuts the door behind Dogg and opens the back to retrieve any bags. Dogg begins to strut his way from the parking lot to the backstage area as the camera looks up at him from a low angle.

RW: Well the young owner of the company is in the house and there's got to be something on his mind after that shocking ending to Turning Point.

Back inside the arena the bell sounds twice as "Another one Bites the Dust" hits the speakers and Harvey Vaughn steps into the ring with a microphone.

Harvey Vaughn: Ladies and gentlemen your first contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring from Los Angelas, California...

The lights dim as blue pyro explodes without warning around the entrance waymaking it almost impossible to see anything behind the explosion.

JC: Whoa! That's loud.

Harvey Vaughn: He weighs in at one hundred and seventy pounds... "The Blue Dragon", JAM!!!

Finally a figure can be made out with his head down listining to the his theme song and the sounds of the crowd. JAM bursts into a sprint now and slides under the bottom rope before rolling to his feet. The lights fade back on his he lightly bounced off the ropes and prepares for battle.

RW: JAM looking ready for action tonight.

JC: All right now quiet, Randy... This is my favorite part of the night.

The camera cuts to the announce table to show John throwing the strap to a pair of binoculars over his head.

RW: You are a sad man. Brandi's only going to be ten feet away.

JC: That's ten feet to many!

"Headstrong" hits and the fans go off the wall in anticpation of whom some consider the hottest female athlete ever to enter a wrestling ring.

Harvey Vaughn: And his opponent, from Miami, Florida....

Brandi James elegantly steps onto the stage with her arms in the air mockingly and the crowd roars. Brandi begins to walk to the ring holdinh up her index finger and shouting "number one!"

JC: Ah! Be still my heart!

Harvey Vaughn: She weighs in at one hundred and ten pounds... "Enticing" Brandi James!

As Harvey shouts her name of the loud speaker, Brandi books it down the ramp and slides into the ring. Referee Colin Thrift dashes out of the way and Harvey climbs out of the ring as the starting bell is sounded.

RW: And here we go kicking off Inferno in what should be a great match.

Brandi and JAM circle each other for a moment before JAM seemingly reluctantly lunges forward and forces Brandi into a grapple. JAM backs Brandi to the far corner of the ring and pushes her into the turnbuckle. He then pulls her into a side headlock before flipping her to the mat with a take down. Brandi wraps her calves around JAM's head and...

JC: Oh my God! JAM tag me in!

...And puts JAM in a headlock. JAM pushes off the mat with his legs to break the hold and both competitors swing to their feet. Brandi rushes at Jam and walks right into a hip toss. JAM bounces off the ropes and as he comes back towards Brandi is forced to hop over her as she has flipped onto all fours.

RW: Quick thinking by Brandi James.

Brandi bounces off the ropes behind her, and they meet in the middle. Unfortunately for her she's taken down with a shoulder block as she's overpowered by JAM.

JC: You becareful, big bully!

RW: You're a very impartial commentator, anyone ever tell you that?

JC: You're a very annoying partner, I know I've told you that.

JAM peels Brandi off the mat now and sets her up for a vertical suplex. A split second later he takes her to the mat with a snap suplex that echoes through the arena. Brandi spasms and grasps her back in pain as Jam returns to his feet. She rolls onto her stomach and JAM grabs her by her long hair to lift her up. JAM pulls Brandi in close and pulls her into a modified backbreaker.

RW: JAM working the lower back now.

JC: You know I can't help but wonder what we're gonna hear from Mad Dogg tonight about the Pay-Per View. He's got to say something, Randy.

RW: I know and as we saw minutes ago he is here tonight. I'm wondering myself if we're ever going to hear something concerning the world title.

JC: Weren't tournament brackets supposed to be announced at the Pay-Per View?

RW: I suppose but rumor has it something went wrong... and JAM now with a hurricanrana as he remains on top of Brandi James for the cover.

The camera cuts back to the ring to show JAM flipping Brandi into a cover.

Ref Thrift: One... Two... kick out!

RW: And a kick out after two by the number one contender.

JC: Hey what is she the number one contender to?

RW: Maybe we'll hear a decision from her sometime soon. That was one of quite a few great matches earlier this week on Pay-Per View. If you didn't see it make sure to pick it up on DVD later this month.

In the ring JAM has Brandi off the mat and has just whipped her to the ropes. JAM bends down and prepares to setup Brandi but telegraphs it and Brandi gives JAM a boot to the chin for his troubles. JAM jolts back standing straight up and grabbing his jaw, and Brandi charges at him with everything she has to nail him with a clothesline.

JC: She is one tough cookie! A delicious little cookie that I'd like to nibble at and...

RW: John, control yourself.

Brandi readies herself to fight as JAM returns to his feet. She meets him with several forearm shots to the head and backs him into the corner. She thrusts her shoulder into his gut a few times, then handsprings forward before wrapping her legs around his head. The camera cuts to ringside to show John anxiously staring through his binoculars.

JC: This is great!

Back in the ring Brandi brings JAM's head to the mat with a headscissor like manuever. She then throws herself to the top rope, and dives back on top of JAM with a moonsault. She over shoots a little bit and slides off, but then dives on top of him with a cover.

RW: Brandi with a cover now...

Ref Thrift: One... Two... shoulder up!

JC: If I were in that situation I don't think I'd try to get up, I'd like to enjoy the full three seconds.

Brandi gets up aggressively and brings JAM with her. She pulls JAM towards her with a shortarm whip, and to the crowd's astonishment scoop slams him furociously.

RW: She certainly is strong for a woman of such beauty.

Brandi climbs another turnbuckle now and looks to be readying herself for a slingshot splash. She bounces up and down a few times as the camera focuses in on her, but as she prepares to dive back, JAM jumps to his feet, reaches under hooking her leg, and slams her to the mat with a roll up pin.

JC: Easy!

RW: Good block by JAM into the cover...

Ref Thrift: One...

JAM throws his feet up onto the turnbuckle to gain leverage, pushing Brandi back into a rather revealing position.

RW: What a cheat!

JC: There's ntohign wrong with cheating if that's the result!

Ref Thrift: Two...

Brandi rolls back and breaks free of the hold.

Ref Thrift: Two! Only two!

BACKSTAGE

The camera's cut to the backstage area where Owner Mad Dogg is shown just taking a seat at his desk. He puts his feet on top of it, leans back in his chair, and looks at a TV who's picture is just coming in as if it's just been turned on. He's watching the show and a look of satisfaction comes across his face when he sees who is fighting.

RINGSIDE

JC: See, Randy, I'm not the only one who likes a good wrestling match.

RW: Yeah... right...

Back in the ring, Brandi James is offensively running off the ropes, towards JAM. JAM side steps, wraps his arms around Brandi, and pulls her into a brief rear grapple before swinging with the momentum into a German suplex that drops Brandi on her head.

RW: And a devasting blow from "The Blue Dragon!"

Brandi folds up like an accordian and lays on the mat with her back to the ground and her legs over her head. The fans are getting a bit rowdy as JAM moves in for the cover.

RW: JAM's got all his weight down on Brandi, I don't think she can get up if she tried.

Ref Thrift: One... Two...

Brandi slides out from the cover and her head comes rolling out from underneath her so that she lands on her stomach with JAM rolling off of her.

Ref Thrift: Only two!

JC: Man she's flexible.

JAM, a little frustrated, lifts Brandi back to her feet and delivers a few chest chops backing her to the corner.

JC: Security! That's harrasment!

RW: This is a wrestling match, John.

JAM grabsd Brandi by the arm and whips her to the opposite corner. Brandi staggers out a little and JAM rushes toward her. He looks to connect with a spinning heel kick, but Brandi ducks and takes out his pivot foot with a sweep kick. JAM scurries to his feet quickly and is met with a quick to the ribs followed by a shot to the face. Brandi pushes JAM off the ropes then brings him in close and rolls him up in a small package.

RW: Small package!

Ref Thrift: One... Two... kick out!

JAM escapes and again rises to his feet quickly.

JC: Good things usually come in small packages, Brandi, don't give up on them!

RW: Man you are so sad.

JAM tries to catch Brandi off gaurd but she nails him with a back elbow to the face that knocks him to the mat. She helps him back to his feet and successfully throws him to the ropes. He comes back trying for a clothesline, but she ducks and hooks his arms from behind in the process.

JC: Yes!

RW: Brandi looking for "The Final Nail."

Brandi spins JAM around so that his face is looking into the mat... then drops! Brandi hooks the leg and Thrift counts.

Ref Thrift: One... Two... Three!!!

JC: And that's it!

Harvey Vaughn: And the winner of this match via pinfall.... Brandi James!!!

POST MATCH SEGMENT

Brandi stands with her arms in victory, when suddenly Violator slides into the ring with a steel chair.

JC: What's he doing?!?!

Brandi turns around just in time to see the chair smack her in the face.

JC: No!

Violator stands over he laughing for a minute, then looks up to see Owner Mad Dogg running down to the ring and Sean Lane shortly behind him. Violator drops the chair and books it through the crowd. Security chases after him at Mad Dogg's command as Sean tends to Brandi in the ring. Paramedics flood down.

RW: What the hell just happened, John?

JC: That son of a bitch hit the most beautiful face in America!

RINGSIDE

The Inferno intermission music plays as shots of the arena and the crowd are shown and Inferno comes back on the air.

RW: Well we're back here on Inferno and we've already seen one hell of a match between JAM and Brandi James.

JC:

RW: I know, John, I don't know what was on Violator's mind. Owner Mad Dogg and Brandi's aquaintance Sean Lane were quick to get out here though.

JC: Luckily Mad Dogg had been watching the whole time and booked it out here, not to mention Sean Lane was ready to take him out to. Why would Violator do that?

RW: EMT's are now helping Brandi to the back and Sean has stayed behind in the ring because he's scheduled to fight next.

"Lap Dance" plays through the arena as a blue light flashes with Sean Lane still looking worried about Brandi. He tries to shake it off and get in the right mind to perform and bounces off the ropes a few times.

Harvey Vaughn: Standing in the ring hailing from Rochester, New York... He weighs in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds... He is the current Strike Towers Lightweight champion... "The Sweet" Sean Lane!

Lane's music fades and the lights return to normal.

JC: This can't be good for Sean's state of mind.

RW: This man just got back on track and Brandi was his ticket to sanity.

JC: Makes you wonder if he'll be able to perform tonight the way he did at the Pay-Per View when she was by his side.

RW: I hope so, because he's going up against one hell of a fighter and the current United States champion, Damien Casanova.

A single bell tolls signaling the beginning of the 'Heart of Darkness.'

Harvey Vaughn: And his opponent... From Seattle, Washington....

Blue mist surrounds the rampway as out walks Damien Casanova, slowly heading towards the ring with the US Title around his waist, engrossed in the fog.

Harvey Vaughn: He weighs in at three hundred and eight pounds... He is your current United States champion... Damien Casanova!

The fans are up in boos for Damien, who continues to walk down to the ring, ignoring everything around him. Damien makes his way up the steel steps, looks inside the ring, and climbs in. Damien hands his title to Referee Ashton White.

JC: He's a very large fella, isn't he?

RW: He's got around eighty pounds on his opponent.

JC: This should be a good match, both of these guys are champs.

RW: Which reminds me to remind everyone at home that this is a non-title match... neither the Lightweight nor U.S. belt is on the line.

Referee White calls for the starting bell and right off the bat Lane charges Casanova by thrusting into his rib cage and backing him into the turnbuckle. Lane brings his hand over his head and crashes it down on Casanova's chest causing a sound that generates a gasp from the crowd. Casanova keels over a bit and Lane brings a double axe handle across his back, causing him to fall to a knee. Lane then draws back and takes a closed fist shot right across Casanova's face. Ref White steps in and telss Lane to keep the fist open.

JC: Lane's showing no mercy here.

RW: He better not let his emotions get the best of him though.

Lane backs off at White's command, and as he moves in Casanova jolts up with a thumb to Lane's eyes. Lane staggers away holding his face, then staggers right into a tilt-a-whirl slam from Casanova. Lane hits the mat hard and grabs his back, but makes it back to his feet fairly quick. Casanova waves him in and Lane walks right into his arms before he's lifted straight into the air.

RW: And look at the strength of the US champion!

Casanova holds Lane in the air for a few seconds, then drops him to the mat with a gorilla press slam. Lane skids across the mat then uses the ropes to pull himself up. Lane uses the tope rope to balance himself, and Casanova sees this as an oppurtunity to do some damage. Casanova charges at the Lightweight champ and clotheslines him over the top to the outside. Lane lands on his feet and staggers away briefly, as Casanova climbs the top rope.

JC: What the hell is he thinking?

RW: I think he thinks he's gonna fly!

Casanova jumps off the top rope and camera's flash crazily throughout the audience. Lane sees Casanova coming,. steps to the side and guides Casanova head first into the barricade around the crowd.

JC: Oh man, what a block by Sean Lane!

RW: Casanova's got to be in a world of hurt now.

Casanova holds his face as Lane grabs him from behind and rolls him into the ring. Lane climbs to the top turnbuckle from the outside and spins around.

JC: What's he gonna try, Randy?

Lane pauses for a moment, then dives back in a flipping motion, landing directly on top of Casanova. Lane stays on top for the cover.

Ref White: One... Two... shoulder up.

Casanova gets the shoulder up and sits up swiftly. Lane stands up slowly, but not before nailing Casanova in the face. Lane then helps Casanova to his feet, and hooks him up from the side.

RW: Lane looking for the "Laneplexes" here I think.

Lane lifts Casanova into the air and quickly drops him. Lane rolls right up off the mat and brings Casanova with him, still in position. Again, Lane snaps back bringing Casanova to the mat, even at a faster pace this time. Lane gets up with Casanova a bit more slowly this time, pauses, then flips Casanova into a last suplex, this time releasing him.

JC: Lane's looking sharp now.

Casanova remains on the mat and Lane bounces off the ropes. Lane drops an elbow on Casanova's sternum, then hooks the leg for another cover.

Ref White: One... Two... kick out!

RW: Casanova kicking out with authority after two that time. Both these guys are coming off some sweet Pay-Per View victories and it could be a rough point for either to take a loss. Both are at what they'd like to call turning points in their career, and both are gunning for the big prize. Lane with a tiger driver in the ring now and another cover.

The camera cuts back to the ring.

Ref White: One... Two... shoulder up!

JC: Again Casanova is showing his resistance. He really came through at the Pay-Per View. Who was expecting him to pull off a main event victory?

RW: He certainly did turn it up a bit and he's starting to show why he's a top contender, although he's in a bit of trouble now as Lane has him wrapped up with a standing armbar.

Back in the ring Lane has Casanova's arm wrenched and poising it to bring as much pressure to his arm socket as he can. Lane adds to the pain with an elbow to the shoulder and Casanova falls to a knee. Casanova begins to struggle to stay with it, and the fans cheer, rooting both men on.

JC: Since when are these two fan favorites?

RW: I don't know, but I thought you were always a fan.

JC: Of course I was, Randy, I was just saying how great it is they're both getting the respect they deserve.

Casanova begins to rise to his feet and he grabs Lane's hands. He is able to stand tall now, which is conviently nine inches over Lane. Casanova uses his size and strength advantage to turn the tables, and wrench Lane into a wristlock.

RW: Casanova turning things around on Lane now.

Casanova pushes Lane off to the ropes now and as he comes back scoops him into vertical suplex position.

JC: Damn... Look at Lane's feet dangling up there.... They're like thirteen feet in the air.

Casanova brings Lane crashing down a few seconds later with a thunderous thump. Casanova crawls into the cover and White makes the count.

Ref White: One... Two... shoulder up.

Lane gets the shoulder up a split second before it's over.

RW: Casanova nearly pulling off the victory now.

Casanova lifts Lane to his feet, and Lane kicks him in the stomach. Lane calls for the "Sweet Ass Powerbomb", but Casanova throws his weight down. Lane backs off, then walks into Casanova spinning him right into

Ref White: One... Two... Three!

JC: And Casanova pulls a victory from no where.

Harvey Vaughn: The winner of this match by pinfall... Damien Casanova!!!

The bell sounds twice as Referee Leon Tyson jogs down to the ring ans Harvey Vaughn climbs the steel steps with his microphone. The arena turns completely red.followed by "Redeemer" hitting the speakers.

Harvey Vaughn: Making his way to the ring from Mexico City, Mexico... He weighs in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds... "The Forsaken One" Rylos!

As Rylos makes his way from the back, a burst of red flamesshoot out from the entrance ramp as he makes his way down to the ring. Rylos slowly scales the steel steps, then enters the ring as the lights fade back to normal.

JC: He's a mysterious guy.

RW: True but it's no mystery how much pain he can inflict.

Knife runs down to the ring before his music even hits and tries to get the jump on Rylos. Rylos tackels Knife to the ground and starts to punch him. He steps off and waits for Knife to get to his feet and then kicks him in the side of the head. He picks him up again and whips him into the ropes, on his way back knife gets taken down with a hurricanruna. Rylos stands and waits again, waiting for Knife to get up again, and once he does, he smashes him with a super kick! Knife stumbles back and falls out of the ring. Rylos waist no time and gets to the top rope. Knife is laying on the ground, moving ever so slightly as Rylos jumps off and hits a moonsault!! Rylos is up to his feet again, completly owning Knife, and tosses him back into the ring. He whips Knife into the ropes again and hits him with a drop toehold on the second rope...The Reepers touch!!! Rylos stands up and points to the turnbuckle. He climbs up...When Darkness Falls!!! 1.....2......3!! Easy match for rylos..

Harvey Vaughn: And the winner of this match by pinfall.... Rylos!!!

The camera cuts to the backstage to show Mad Dogg sitting at his desk.

Mad Dogg: Unfortunately, neither Crip nor SkorchD could make it tonight. Travis gets the win by forfeit. Also, look forward to Slaughter tomorrow night. I will be there in person with plenty to say. Enjoy the show.

Harvey Vaughn: And the winner of this match by forfeit.... Travis Hardy!!!

The lights dim red and begin to flash as a voice is heard over the speakers… "Oh my God… I want you to trip like I do…"

JC: It's time for a Regulation, Randy!

Harvey Vaughn: Making their way to the ring at a combined weight of four hundred and seventy pounds… Dave Van Dam and Dave Steel…. Regulation!

"Regulation Generation" explodes the arena and along with it come the cheers. Dave Steel and Dave Van Dam bolt out of the back and down to the ring. They slide right in and stand to their feet. They waste no time posing and Van Dam is shown slicing his throat with his hand and mouthing "cut the music!"

RW: Both men seeming a bit more serious this time.

JC: Hey what's Steel got around his neck?

The camera cuts to show a close up of Steel in the ring. He has a string of garlic around his torso.

RW: So much for serious.

Dave takes off the garlic and drapes it over one of the turnbuckles. Shortly after "Forgotten" hits the speakers and SwitchBlade and Ravnos walk onto the stage.

Harvey Vaughn: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined four hundred and eighty-seven pounds… they are your world tag team champions… SwitchBlade and Ravnos!

The champions walk down to the ring and hand the time-keeper their titles. They slide in the ring and Regulation immediately goes to put the boots to them as Referee Adam Brooks calls for the starting bell.

JC: And here we go!

RW: Regulation looking to start off with the advantage quickly.

Steel kicks SwitchBlade in the shoulder to put him down to the mat and stop his momentum, then picks him up and hurls him to the corner. Van Dam boots Ravnos down and stomps him out of the ring, then grabs the ropes and lifts himself into a flying plancha to the outside as the crowd roars.

JC: High risk maneuver from Van Dam right from the start.

Van Dam crashes onto Ravnos and rolls off him. Van Dam holds his gut as he walks back to his corner, and Ravnos tries to climb to his. Back in the ring Steel is unleashing a combination of martial arts kicks on SwitchBlade, ending the combo with a sweep kick that leaves SwitchBlade parallel to the turnbuckle. Steel grabs the top rope and leaps right up, then spins himself to face his fallen opponent.

RW: Steel looks like he's ready for something himself.

Steel looks around to the crowd for a minute, and they certainly deliver approval as he leaps into the air and connects with the "Ultimate Deception" .

JC: Whoa!

Steel stays on top of SwitchBlade for the cover.

Ref Brooks: One… Two… kick out!

RW: I thought Steel would've known a move even of such impact couldn't get the win this early on.

JC: I don't think he was going for the win, Randy, I think he's trying to get into SwitchBlade's head.

Back in the ring Steel has SwitchBlade at his side and ready for a snap suplex. Steel goes to lift off for the move, but suddenly SwitchBlade reverses, spins Steel around in suplex position, and executes a hanging vertical suplex of his own.

RW: SwitchBlade right back into the action now as he counters the move from Steel and goes to work on the chest.

SwitchBlade begins to stomp on Steel's sternum, and grabs the top rope to give him more leverage to do so. SwitchBlade finishes stomping on the former tag champion, lifts him to his feet, and whips him to the corner where Ravnos stands. Steel hits the corner hard and arch's his back in pain as SwitchBlade moves in with chest chops. The crowd echoes each chop with a gasp as they tear at Steel's flesh. Steel leans over a bit from the pain, and SwitchBlade leans over him and tags in Ravnos.

RW: Ravnos getting in for the first time now off the tag and it looks like the champs are going for a little double-team strategy.

JC: That's why they're the champs.

RW: Some would say that all though a lot of others would say luck.

JC: I don't know where I stand on that, but I do know SwitchBlade and Ravnos need to win this match to secure credibility as a tag team and to prove the Pay-Per View was no fluke.

RW: In the ring now Ravnos has Steel grappled around the waste midway in the ring and SwitchBlade draws back.

In the ring SwitchBlade is shown leaning back on his left leg before leaping forward and drilling Steel in the chin with a superkick. Ravnos takes the momentum and drops Steel on the back of his head with a German suplex.

JC: Double-Whammy!

Ravnos bounces off the ropes for a second then drops an elbow across Steel's forehead. He hooks the leg and Brooks hits the mat.

Ref Brooks: One… Two… shoulder up!

Steel gets the shoulder up and the camera cuts to Regulation's corner to show Van Dam pounding on the turnbuckle with his fist to try to get the crowd to motivate Steel. Ravnos picks Steel back up and throws him to the ropes. As Steel comes back Ravnos grabs him with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Ravnos gets up as Steel slides across the mat from the impact. Ravnos seems to thing for a minute, then he decides to try and turn things up a little. He picks Steel up aggressively and backs him against the ropes. He brings some knife edge chops down across his chest, now leaving Steel's chest red raw. He then pushes Steel off the ropes and flings him to the ones opposite where they stand. As Steel returns Ravnos meets him in the middle of ring and introduces him to "From Dusk Till Dawn"!

JC: Oh no!

RW: That can't be good for Dave.

Ravnos stays in position and makes the cover.

Ref Brooks: One…

Van Dam is seen dashing into the ring through the ropes, but he's sideswiped with a back elbow from SwitchBlade who was prepared.

JC: Damn they're a step ahead they've got the titles!

Ref Brooks: … Two…

RW: What a vict…

Ref Brooks: Thr… kick out!

The crowd erupts as Steel gets the shoulder up at the last second.

JC: Oh man that took a lot. I thought they were done in.

Ravnos looks at Brooks in disgust and picks Steel back up. He attempts to whip him to SwitchBlade back in the corner, but Steel counters and whips him to Van Dam back in the Regulaiton corner. Steel charges into him with a shoulder thrust, then tags in Van Dam. A pop echoes through the crowd as Van Dam steps in and Regulaiton double suplexes Ravnos.

RW: Van Dam a respected veteran.

Van Dam hits a spinning leg drop on Ravnos, but instead of making the cover, throws him to SwitchBlade in the corner and orders SwitchBlade to tag in.

JC: Whoa, Van Dam wants to get him some of SwitchBlade.

SwitchBlade smirks and points to himself, mouthing "You want some of me?".

RW: SwitchBlade did have a lot to say about the eleven time world champion.

SwitchBlade tages Ravnos on the shoulder and steps into the ring. Brooks slaps his hands signaling the tag was made. SwitchBlade bolts in and walks right into a flipping arm drag.

JC: Look at the quickness of Van Dam I didn't even see him hit that move.

SwitchBlade's right back up and charges Van Dam again. This time Van Dam catches him with an hip toss, but SwitchBlade blocks and pushes Van Dam off. Van Dam goes for a spin kick, but SwitchBlade ducks. Before SwitchBlade can react though, Van Dam hits the mat with a sweep kick. SwitchBlade hops over his foot though and as Van Dam rises he's met with a clothesline.

RW: And SwitchBlade getting one up on the founding father.

SwitchBlade laughs arrogantly and picks Van Dam back up. He throws Van Dam to the ropes, and as he returns he's met with a kick to the gut, followed by "The Final Cut!".

JC: SwitchBlade pulling out everything he has now!

SwitchBlade makes the cover and signals for Ravnos to run in with the block.

Ref Brooks: One…

Steel runs in and Ravnos meets him in the middle.

Ref Brooks: Two…

Steel clocks Ravnos with a shot to the head knocking him down.

Ref Brooks: Thre….

Steel boots SwitchBlade in the head breaking the count.

JC: Another close call for the champs.

Steel exits the ring and cheers Van Dam on from the outside. Ravnos is back up in his corner and does the same for SwitchBlade. Both men crawl towards their corners and at nearly the same time make the tag.

RW: And here come the "fresh" men!

Steel and Ravnos charge into the ring and meet at the center. Steel ducks an axe handle and pushes Ravnos into a turnbuckle. Ravnos dashes away from the turnbuckle grabbing his chest where he hit it and gouging at it.

RW: What's wrong with him?

JC: He hit that garlic!

RW: That's nonsense.

JC: Exactly.

Ravnos backs up in pain and Steel hooks up his arms from behind. Steel spins him around and drops him to the mat with a "Bad Trip!"

RW: Bad Trip to the undead!

JC: That could be it.

Steel hooks the leg and Brooks falls to the mat just as SwitchBlade scampers into the ring.

Ref Brooks: One…

SwitchBlade charges towards the cover.

Ref Brooks: …Two…

SwitchBlade falls back as Van Dam sores over the cover and nails SwitchBlade with the "Van Daminator"

Ref Brooks: …Three!!! Ring the bell!

The bell sounds as Regulation Generation hits the speakers again. Steel and Van Dam get up and are awarded the tag belts.

JC: Steel took Ravnos down with the Bad Trip, and not even SwitchBlade could turn things around, especially with Van Dam making the crucial blow.

Harvey Vaughn: And the winners of this match by pinfall.... Dave Steel and Dave Van Dam!!!

JC: Well thanks for watching everyone, don't miss Slaughter!

RW: Goodnight!

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