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Live from Bonn, Germany
10th April 2002
10th April 2002
Apologies for this weeks show being rushed. Been busy this weekend with other things, I've only spent half the time I would normally spend doing this show. Thankfully Bman has written some slightly longer match reports for you to read.
I especially apologise for the MASSIVE lack of commentary throughout the show.
Pyro's blast off as 19,500 Germans scream wildy. The camera swoops across the crowd before it cuts down to the announcing team of "Big Dave" Lambourne, and Eric Gellar.
Big Dave: Hello everyone and welcome to Wednesday Night Armageddon. We come to you live from Bonn in Germany tonight. As we near the end of our World Tour.
Gellar: I'm missing that Russian Vodka already, although The Russians have promised to sort me out with some by the time we hit the UK.
Big Dave: Indeed, this time next week we will be in Birmingham England.
Gellar: MVD plans to take me on a tour of the UK.
Big Dave: Yes, MVD was born and trained in the UK, although I wonder if we can find "Battlecreek" in England.
Gellar: Of course we can, it's where MVD was born.
Big Dave: So you keep telling us.
Gellar: Look, it's been a great week for the gWo, do you want them to continue by kicking your ass now?
Big Dave: Yes, it has been TOO good of a week for the gWo.
Gellar: It can never be too good for the gWo.
Big Dave: Wait, I am told Gambino wishes to say a few words now, we go backstage.
The cameras open up in Gambino's office. The tv is on, and there is a video playing of the main event from Havoc. The cameras zoom in on the action.
Davey gives a little wave to a hot blonde in the front row and then sets Hunt up for the Superstar Slam, but Hunt counters by tripping Davey's legs up and then delivering a catapult sending Davey face first into the top turnbuckle pad. Hunt then rolls around in agony holding his head, the referee goes down to him to ask what is wrong. Davey K is staggering around the ring, when Gambino swings from the floor and catches Davey full on the forehead with the Steel Chair. Hunt then makes a miraculous recovery as Gambino throws away the steel chair and begins to stomp on the fallen Eraser. Hunt pulls Davey up and then as if to mock him, he deliver's Davey's own Superstar Slam and then covers. ……………….1 …………………2 …………………..3!!!!! Leaving both Davey & Eraser out, and a mystified referee. But he raises the hands of Gambino and Hunt and they celebrate in the ring.
Dawg: Another successful night for the gWo.---
The cameras pull back from the tv, and reveal Gambino sitting behind his desk. Gambino hits STOP on the remote control and then stands up, clapping his hands
Gambino: "Another successful night for the gWo. You know...it gives me great pleasure to watch that video. Everytime I see that chair collide with that bastards skull, and then I see Hunt deliver Davey K's own finisher and cover his bitch ass for the 1...2...3. Ahhhh...it's great! Davey K, the look on your face, waving to the cutie in the front row, thinking you've got things well under hand...then BOOM! Hahaha! But I'm well beyond you....Jason Hunt will make quick work of you and keep you out of my hair."
Gambino walks to the front of his desk
Gambino: "Eraser, just like old times huh? Me kickin your ass all over the ring. Kind of makes me glad to see that you're back. You see, it's only gonna get worse for you around here. Each and every week, you're gonna have me in your face, and you know what you're gonna do Eraser....you're gonna have no choice but to back away and bow out. As of now, the heat is on you Eraser...and when I turn the heat on, @#%$ gets hot, real hot. You've seen what happens Eraser, when you play with fire. Are you sure you wanna take that chance once again? Are you sure you want to end up like our prized World Champion, Bloodbath? Laid up in a hospital somewhere, half way in a coma! Are you ready to take that chance Eraser?"
Gambino pauses for a moment, looking at a picture on the wall of himself, holding the PWF World Title
Gambino: "Consider me a locomotive, barraling down the tracks at full speed, not stopping for anything, or anyone....on my way to a certain destination or destiny, so to speak. You, you're standing right on my tracks and you're ass is about to be ran right over! My destination....the PWF World Championship Title. I will stop at nothing...I will go to any lengths necassary....and I will hurt, crush, and cripple anyone who steps in my way, if it means becoming World Champion once again. My advice to you Eraser...leave while you still can. Leave while you still have full use of both of your legs. Leave before I turn you into a vegitable, and force you to live the rest of your life in a bed, being fed through a tube...not even able to wipe your own ass. Is that what you want out of life? If it isn't, I highly reccomend you take a step back off of the tracks, and make way, cuz I'm comin through, and I'm not slowin down."
The cameras zoom in on the picture on the wall, of Gambino holding the Title. Then they fade out
A camera opens up as Eraser is seen sitting on a chair. The camera zoom in more as Eraser looks up to it.
Eraser: Gambino. Last week at Havoc. I have to hand it to you. You used everythign in your power to beat us and you did. BUT! you did not! And I mean did not. Finish the job. You say that you took Bloobbath out and if I dont leave I'm next. Well looks like I better call up Bloodbath so that he can get be a room because come next Havoc. I want you in the ring again. You want to throw someone on your team so be it. You want to go one on one so be it. But Next week I want you in the ring no matter what.
Eraser pauses and reaches over and grabs a bottle of water and takes a drink and drops it on the floor.
Eraser: Ok now Gambino you talking about being fire and being a damn train. Well to be you best just watch out because at KOTDM I took your little title and handed it to Bloobath and there was nothign you could do. SO you can say that I was pissing on the fire. And as for you being a damn train. You best just watch how fast I derail you. Because there will be hell to pay come next week.
The camera starts to zoom out as Eraser grabs his bottle and walks out the door
Gellar: Interesting words from Eraser & Gambino.
Big Dave: Eraser has thrown down the challenge, will Gambino accept?
Gellar: Should that even be a question? Of course he'll accept.
Big Dave: Anyway, we move onto our first match, where Loki will take on Theros.
Report: The god of Mischief starts the match quickly attacking the mad man with his back turned with of all things a wedgie, as Theros begins to gets his underwear out of his ass Loki mounts the turnbuckle and flies off the top with a huge knee to the back of the madman. Loki dominates the match and finishes off Theros with the Last Laugh for the 3 count.
Loki d. Theros (5:59)
Golgotha is seen inside locker room just sitting on a couch with a kinda smug smile on his face. It looks like he is planning something, but we're not sure what he is up to. Then he begins to speak.
Golgotha: "Hanibal, it seems like you have made some possible allies in the Cult of Shadows. I'm sure your partner Grimm has been pulling for you, trying to get you in the group. Truth is, I just can't let you join the CoS. Because if you did, then you might accually be a threat to me. If you joined that could possibly set up a MoM/CoS fued. Although we are the 2 most powerful factions in the PWF, there is no reason for us to fight while the gWo still exists. So I was thinking, what could I do to make sure that you don't join the group?"
Golgotha gets up and walks around the room, and it is obvious that it isn't the Methods of Mayhems' locker room...No, its the Cult of Shadows locker room! Golgotha tips over a lamp and it shatters on the ground.
Golgotha: "Oops, did I do that? Anyway, I was thinking, what if Hanibal did something unforgivable to the CoS? Not that any of those guys are forgiving anyway, but what if Hanibal crossed them? I don't know, something like destroy their locker room?"
Golgotha continues to trash the locker room, cutting open the couch he was just sitting on, smashing the screen of the TV, empting the trash and spreading it all around the room.
Golgotha: "Its a shame to think what the Cult of Shadows will do to you after this. By the way, did you see King Volcano stalk Parish on Havoc? Do you think he'll be looking for you after you get done trashing the CoS locker room? How about the World Champ Bloodbath? How do you think he will react? Do you think Grimm will stand by your side after you have done something as drastic as this? Oh, I almost forgot one final thing...the evidence!"
Golgotha gets a can of spray pain and paints the phrase "Hanibal" across the pentagram on the wall. Golgotha also takes the time to decorate the room with some other choice phrases like "The Hanibal effect" and "Larger than Life Superstar"
Golgotha: "The only evidence to clear you Hanibal, lies in the hands of the Methods of Mayhem...so you or the Cult will never ever get be able to clear your name. Isn't that right?"
The camera does a 180 to reveal...Sandstorm as the camera man!
Sandstorm: "Thats right Golgotha. Now lets get outta here before the CoS arrives and the ruin our fun."
Golgotha and Sandstorm high five and walk out of the room as we fade to black
Grimm and Hanibal are seen walking back to their locker room, They open the door to see King Volcano and Bloodbath standing in the middle of a huge trashed mess with unpleased looks on their faces
Grimm: Yoh what's up Me o Mego?
King Volcano: Why don't you ask your buddy Hanibal!
Hanibal: What?
King Volcano: Why don't you look around..
Hanibal eyes the locker room, noiticing his name in the wall he begins to speak..
Hanibal: What the hell is this?
Bloodbath: Why don't you tell us?
Hanibal: What do you mean why don't I tell you? I have no clue whats going on!
King Volcano: Sure, thats why you left your mark here (points to Hanibal spray painted on the floor) and here (points to larger than life superstar on the wall)
Hanibal: Whoa King Volcano you truly are stupid aren't you? Did you eat paint chips as a kid or something? If i were to trash a locker room why would i leave my name everywhere?
Grimm laughs trying to keep it to himself..
King Volcano: Or maybe your saying that to distract us?
Hanibal: Or maybe your a jackass who jumps to conclusions so quick!
Bloodbath: Get the hell out!
Hanibal's head slowly turns staring at Bloodbath
Hanibal: What did you just say?
Bloodbath: Get the hell out and stay out! Tell him Grimm!
Grimm sighs..
Grimm: You better go we can talk about it later?
Hanibal:
Hanibal stares over at Volcano one mroe time. He turns walking out of the locker room and slams the door..
The camera fades
Big Dave: Well that footage was shot earlier, and as far as I know, Hanibal hasn't trashed Heelmaster's locker room yet.
Gellar: Good for him, he doesn't want to do that.
Report: Heelmaster tries for some arm take downs right at the start but Hanibal blocks all attempts. Heelmaster takes a huge kick in the head from Hanibal allowing the Larger Then Life superstar to take the advantage. Hanibal takes Heelmaster up and down the ring with high impact moves until Golgotha along with Profit spring down to the ring. Profit climbs onto the apron and distracts the ref as Golgotha slides in behind Hanibal. Golgotha nails Hanibal with the Golden Bible and waits on the outside of the ring. Heelmaster gets to his feet and sees his help and locks in a Boston Crab type move. The ref looks over and rings the bell. Heelmaster doesn't realise the move as Golgotha starts to stomp him down. Grimm runs down quickly and trades right hand with Golgotha, after a mis thrown punch Golgotha gets a shot right over the top as Heelmaster dives out of the ring and up the aisle.
Heelmaster d. Hanibal (4:31)
The scene opens in the playaz club locker room where Masta P and the Water Guy are playing on the new PWF game on the X-box. The water Guy is franticly pressing buttons and Masta P is looking as calm as ever
Masta P: (imatating a commentator) And Masta P sets up wowboski for the Masta Bomb, and he hits it, One, Two, Three.
Masta P turns to the Water Guy
Masta P: Dude, thats thirteen - Zero to me now, you really suck!
Water Guy: its not fair I dont even want to be Wowboski, why isnt there a Water Guy on the game, He'd go H2O on your ass.
Masta P: Dude dont you ever try to talk tough, its just embarassing for me and you.
A knock on the door is heard and Ted Tedison walks in
Tedison: Masta P just want to get your thoughts on your match tonight.
Masta P seems to intersted in the X-Box to really answer teds Questions
Tedison: Masta P?
Masta P: oh yeah, im going to kick one of the Russians asses
Tedison: Do you even know which one your facing ?
Masta P: I dont care
Ted : You dont know, do you?
Masta P: not as such, no
Masta P, switches of the X-Box and turns to Ted
Masta P: listen Ted, it dosnt matter which one it is, hell it dosnt matter whoever it is, i WILL win, the crowd WILL cheer, and Masta P WILL kick there asses. Enough said!
with that said, Ted leaves, a little suprised by Masta P's lack of comment, while Masta P looks around for a second, and quickly goes back to the X-Box
Big Dave: This is on the backlash of a Havoc match, where Wowbowski defeated Q-Zee. Now Masta P wants a piece of the Russians.
Gellar: He can want all he wants, he's asking for an ass kicking.
Report: As soon as the bell rang Masta P got on the offensive with huge power moves like a huge clothesline sending Wowbowski right over the top rope and crashing down on the floor. Wowbowski gets back into the match a bit with a low blow and then The Fall of Communism but only gets a 2 count. Wowbowski climbs to the top and leaps of but Masta P catches him with a huge Spinebuster for the 3 count.
Masta P d. Wowbowski (6:46)
Jason Hunt is sitting at a desk with a pair of glasses on and he is going over papers for J.H.E.
Hunt: As you can easily tell, I am a busy man. A wanted man, i'm over my head in work but yet I maintain my composure and somehow find the time to kick the ass of losers like Davey K. Let's take a look at that once more shall we?
A good looking blonde wheels in a t.v, and pops a video into the v.c.r as Hunt looks on.
---Davey gives a little wave to a hot blonde in the front row and then sets Hunt up for the Superstar Slam, but Hunt counters by tripping Davey's legs up and then delivering a catapult sending Davey face first into the top turnbuckle pad. Hunt then rolls around in agony holding his head, the referee goes down to him to ask what is wrong. Davey K is staggering around the ring, when Gambino swings from the floor and catches Davey full on the forehead with the Steel Chair. Hunt then makes a miraculous recovery as Gambino throws away the steel chair and begins to stomp on the fallen Eraser. Hunt pulls Davey up and then as if to mock him, he deliver's Davey's own Superstar Slam and then covers. ……………….1 …………………2 …………………..3!!!!! Leaving both Davey & Eraser out, and a mystified referee. But he raises the hands of Gambino and Hunt and they celebrate in the ring.---
Hunt: And the winner of the Oscar for the best actor of 2002 is........Jason Hunt! Davey that must be the most embarrassing thing I have ever seen, you were waving to a girl in the audience most likely a 200 pound tub of fat wearing a t-shirt that says "hottie" on it. While you were playing to your lousy fans I seized the opportunity and reversed the move. Then I did the best thing I have done in a while, an ingenius plan devised by me, I finished you off with your own move. The move you spend years practicing and perfecting I easily used it against you and picked up the win for the gWo. That'll be enough you can leave now.
The blonde wheels the t.v out of the room and waves to Jason as she exits the room.
Hunt: Nice...So Davey K, you say it's no over by a long shot. You're damn right it's not. I'm having too much fun just easily kicking your ass and humiliating you all the time. It's the best thing, because you know damn well you can't do a thing about it. You can't beat me and that's a fact. Two weeks now in a row I have kicked out of every single thing you have had to offer me. You're just never going to learn are you? It took Golgy our first ever one on one match to realize I am too much for him. He learned not to mess with Jason Hunt and look at how much more peaceful his life is now. He can finally enjoy that title knowing Jason Hunt isn't going to take it from him. He can finally eat breakfast knowing that when he steps in that ring Jason Hunt is going to kick his ass beyond belief. A feeling I think you know very well.
The blonde assistant comes back in with a cup of coffee for Jason.
Hunt: Thanks. What's this you say? A cup of coffee? Right about now you are thinking Jason Hunt has changed, the fact of the matter is I haven't changed. Well no that's a lie, I have changed for the better. I have gotten smarter, if that is possible. I've wised up, I know now that I am unstoppable. I can not be beaten. Infact I have gone unbeaten over a month, no pinfalls...no submissions. Then when I get in the ring with people like you Davey K, I can see the fear in your eyes. I can look at you and tell you are afraid. I know what you are thinking, and what you are thinking is that I can not beat Jason Hunt. No matter what I do he will kick the crap out of me. So Davey K, you want to prolong the embarrassment, you want to exteniate the ass kickings? Then so be it, i'm willing to shoot the breeze for a loyal JasonHolic such as yourself. I just hope you realize what you have gotten yourself into...
The camera fades as Jason continues to do work on his papers.
Report: The 2 men begin the fast paced match, with highflying moves from the top and the ropes, Darkstorm flies off with a springboard but Grimm catches him and hits the Kryodriver (Fire Thunder Driver). Grimm raises Darkstorm up but Storm pokes him in the eyes giving him the advantage. Darkstorm takes Grimm down a few times but only gets 2 counts. Darkstorm raises Grimm but Grimm lifts him up for a up and down spine buster but Darkstorm throws the extreme champ into the ref allowing him to go grab a chair. Before Storm can use the chair, Sandstorm burst down to the ring and spears Darkstorm. The fans give Sandstorm a huge eruption as he leaves and Grimm nips up, Grimm grabs Darkstorm but the head and gives him the Fear Factor (Reverse DDT) right on the chair. The ref gets to his feet as Grimm back flips into a cover. The ref counts giving Grimm his 7th win in a row.
Grimm d. Darkstorm (8:57)
Sabre: 'Can I just say something here? I really like this mirror you've put up here... it helps me check the status of my hair.'
Girl: 'Why... thank you sir.'
Sabre: 'WHERE'S MY DAMN DIET COKE!?!'
Sabre smashes his fists on the table of the cafeteria and the young girl jumps suddenly, dropping the bottle of diet coke on the floor, spilling it everywhere. Sabre laughs at the sight as the poor dear is almost in tears.
Sabre: 'hahaha!!! Don't worry about it perky, I didn't feel like one anyway.'
Sabre walks out of the cafeteria and down a hallway, past multiple PWF locker rooms. He sneers at most of the names that can be seen printed on the doors, until he finally comes across the door of PWF World champion, Bloodbath. Obviously, his is a little bit more glamourous, with a nice big star on the front, and a trail of reporters camping outside waiting for the exclusive interview...
Sabre: 'Gee, my door creaks a little and they tell me it'll be fixed in a week. Mr. Bloodbath gets 'chump' sprayed on his by some heartless, charismatic guy, and his gets fixed a day later! What the hell is that?!'
Sabre frowns and continues walking, muttering about a lack of respect. He then stops, and walks back to the locker room door, looking at the trail of reporters...
Sabre: 'Hey... morons... any of you actually SEEN the illustrious World champion leave his locker room?'
Reporter: 'Uhhh.. not as yet, no.'
Sabre: 'You think, maybe... he has a secret entrance?'
Reporter: '.... maybe.'
Sabre: 'NO! It's because he's shaking in his damn boots, that's why. Holding the title is a biiiig responsibility, moreso when the Man himself is the number one contender.'
Reporter: 'You're the number one contender?!'
Sabre: 'Write in your stupid little notepad, because you heard it here first.'
Sabre slaps the guy and moves on...
Sabre: 'And you... do you know why you're sitting here, waiting for some loser when you could be out waiting for the Career Killer to give you an interview? I can tell you right now who would be the most exciting guy to talk to. Here's a newsflash: No one cares about the guys that hold the titles... just the guys that are chasing them... namely me.'
Sabre slaps this reporter on the back of the head and moves on to the last man...
Sabre: 'Do you know what I call this? Pathetic in the extreme. When that idiot in there drops the belt to the greatest man in PWF history, it'll be MY locker room you punks will be flocking around. Then you'll regret not interviewing me. Take that to the bank. The entire PWF will regret how they're treating me like a piece of dirt. Just you people wait.'
Sabre is about to slap the last guy on the head, but as he flinches away, he changes targets and hits the last reporter for a second time.
Sabre: 'morons.'
Sabre turns the corner heading for his locker room when he bumps into to familar figures. Sabre's head is turn down to the ground after the incident as he begins to yell.
Sabre: What the hell is wrong with you two?
Sabre is about to yell some more but stops when he notices 2 folded steel chairs hanging down by the feet of the 2 men. As he looks up he realizes he is now facing his former Tag Team rivals, the Gods of War armed with chairs.
Alexander: (sarcastically) THe Greatest in the History of the PWF huh? I didn't realize you were so damn special, forgive me for getting in you way.
Alexander and Kull step to the side as if to signal for Sabre to pass. As he attempts to both men stop him with a hand on his chest.
Alexander: I forgot to tell you something, we still have some unfinished business with you. You see you took our Titles away from us and you see we still owe you for that and since your "the greatest thing since sliced cheese" ....
Kull: we figure you would have no problem dealing with us in a match....
Alexander: Right Mr. #1 Contender?
The Gods of War pause still holding their hands to Sabre's chest waiting for his anwser as he stares them both down.
Report: Sabre begins the match a pace ahead of Sandstorm with some highflying moves, Sandstorm takes the match in his favour after he reverses a hurricanna into a huge power bomb. Sandstorm dominates the match with high impact power moves. Sandstorm raises up Sabre and tries a sidekick but kicks the ref by mistake. Sandstorm continues to dominate the match until Darkstorm runs down. Darkstorm kicks the Rage and hits the Darkstorm Driver just as the ref begins to stir. Sabre climbs to the top and hits the 450 giving him the 3 count.
Sabre d. Sandstorm (7:07)
The camera cuts backstage to see the beaten face of Homicide, one bearing a scowled grit for a smile and narrow eyes of fury. His Massacreness is steaming after his jumping by Solo on Havoc, and he expresses his anger by speaking his mind in his deep ranting voice.
Homicide: "SOLO!!! Do you see this face and what you've done to it?!? This is NOT a happy face, this is a PISSED OFF FACE! It is pissed off because of YOU and your @#%$ attacks from behind during Havoc!"
Homicide is trembling with aggression and he pauses to restrain himself before continuing.
Homicide: "MOST people would just let it go and hide in the shadows.. But like I've said many times before.. I AM NOT MOST PEOPLE!! I will not for once second flinch in fear and give you that pleasure.. Oh, no.. I WONT!"
Homicide paces around for a moment trying to walk off his attitude, then stops on a dime and picks up in a more relaxed tone . . . temporarily.
Homicide: "You see, I've got a better route to take.. One that I, yes I, will enjoy much, much more.. The path where I PERMANENTLY put you down! The one where I MASSACRE YOU, and all you can do is just make it more AGONIZING by trying.."
Homicide lets out a deep sarcastic laugh, his body language mellowed out but adrenaline still driving his inner rage -- his inner MASSACRE.
Homicide: "With that said, SOLO.. I think you have figured out what I WANT.. What I DESIRE.. What I am going to PUT YOU THROUGH!!"
His Massacreness takes a deep breath before revealing what the cure for his desires is.
Homicide: "I want you.. 1-on-1.. FACE to FACE! ..Then you'll see why they call me His Massacreness! Then you'll see why paybacks are truly a BITCH! But more importantly.. then you'll see why you were a HAS-NEVER-BEEN!!"
Another trademark bellow from the dpeths below echoes out of His Massacreness. Then, with a whip of his trenchcoat, Homicide disappears in the snowy gray and white static.
Laughing histarically and @#%$, you can see Solo. Looks serious as he sees the camera.
Solo: Is it what i say or was it what i did... Or maybe its just my name... Then again... Your ass is mine... You want some more... Don't sing it just bring your ass to the ring and i will kick it like i only can.
Shoves the camera out of his face and walks out of site
The camera cuts back to Homicide's locker room where he appears disappointed by Solo's promo. He has the look as if he's been chuckling for quite some time when finally his smirk breaks into a critiquing.
Homicide: "Is that all, or do you have any original words of your own? I mean, sure, you just threw together a threatening 4 line rant.. But if that's all you got, I'd sure hope you last longer in the ring than you do on the microphone!"
Homicide lets out another laugh of sarcasm as he continues picking at Solo.
Homicide: "You already got my attention when you appeared at the show.. You hooked me to the idea of kicking a legend's ass when you attacked me.. But for the sake of the PWF company, I better shut your ass up before people start tuning out based on lack of talent!"
With a blink, Homicide switches from stand up comedian to an serious, edgy man who gets his point across.
Homicide: "All jokes aside, Solo, the bottom line is this: I want to put you down like you should have been back in the '90s when larger than life heroes like yourself were disposed of.. I want to put you in your place for what you did to my face.. I want to END you, and there is NOTHING you can do about it!!"
Homicide is trembling with intensity when he takes a deep breath and gains some restrain on himself, exhausting some of his own sarcastic humor before returning to his usual state in the end.
Homicide: "How'd'ya like that? Eh? When I'm through with you, you'll see why they don't call my revenge a BITCH.. They call it a MASSACRE!!!!"
His Massacreness lets off a lasting bellow that shakes the foundation of the depths below as the camera fades out to static.
Big Dave: Well, it's time for our Main Event. Which MVD demanded to be booked.
Gellar: He wanted to see Austin Cain's big mouth shut for good, that's why.
Report: The match begins in a slow pace with a good wrestling match, Hunt takes Cain over with an arm drag but Cain does the same. The 2 reverse each other into hurricannas, hip tosses and monkey flips, The 2 stand up to a huge ovation from the crowd. Cain smiles but then cries out and sprints at Hunt, Hunt ducks down and puts Cain on his back and sends him down with a spine shaker (Alabama Slamma). Hunt mounts Cain and begins to punch him but Cain pokes him in the eyes and then low blows him. Cain takes the advantage and does some wrestling moves like a fireman carry and belly-to-belly Suplexes. Hunt tries to fight back but gets another low blow. Cain climbs to the top but Hunt gets up quicker and kicks the Phenom in the groin before he jumps on the turnbuckle and ddts him hard to the mat before covering him for the 1…2…3!
Jason Hunt d. Austin Cain (8:32)
Gellar: Another win for the gWo.
Big Dave: Well that's it for this weeks show. This show might have been very short, but this weeks Havoc will be spectacular, I can assure you of that.