"...so after this rather shocking turn of events, our big main event match is now underway," Monsoon remarked from the broadcast position, looking a little shocked still himself, "And the apparently self-appointed King of Harts Owen Hart, replacement member on the Million Dollar Team, starting off by whaling around hard on his brother Bret, and the Hitman really not doing anything to fight back."

"I'd say the Hitman's yellow, Gorilla," Ventura griped next to him, "Blood ties should not preclude giving it your all in a match."

"But how would you feel if your favorite brother turned on you, Jesse? It would take a while to digest, if ever. Hitman trying to tag out now, but look at this, Owen grabs his arm before he can reach the Hulkster and yanks him back into the middle of the ring. Owen now coming down hard with the knees onto his brother's chest, and from our position here, their father Stu, who of course was picked to referee this match, looks rather green in the gills to be seeing this happen. Look here, he's all but pleading Owen to stop as his youngest son starts to twist Bret's legs in the Sharpshooter; Owen yelling at him to back off and mind his own business, it appears. Bret breaks loose while the shouting unfolds; he looks hell-bent on getting out of there; reaches for the Dragon's outstretched hand-Owen cuts him off and drags him back again. Hitman absorbing an awful lot of punishment, and the match has already begun. Looking in his corner, his teammates looking concerned; the lovely Elizabeth looks concerned..."

"Well of course SHE'S concerned, Monsoon; the other managers have her outnumbered six to one on the other side of the ring, counting Virgil, and we all know just to cite the most obvious examples that Blassie and Sherri have wanted to take it to her good for a long time now."

"But they all know full well that if they deliberately cause her any harm in this match, they'll be ushered out of the building in a hurry, and-whoa, a rather brutal slam of the Hitman by his brother there! Owen going for the cover; his father seems reluctant to do the count for it, but here it comes, one, two,...Hitman kicks out at the last possible moment."

"Now that was a slow count, Gorilla; Jack Tunney should get in that ring and tell Stu Hart that if he's not consistent with the count, regardless of whether it's his sons going at it in there or not, he'll be replaced immediately..."

Bret Hart looked completely drained and still not fighting back as he takes some more blows from his brother to the back of the head. Owen going up to the top rope; let's see what happens here. Owen leaps...and Bret rolls out of the way just in time. Hitman desperately crawling to his corner, and finally a tag to the Hulkster...looks like he's saying, 'Don't hurt him whatever you do,' to the champion."

"Yeah, like Hogan the colossal cheater is going to follow through on that..."

On the apron, a heartbroken Bret sat slumped in a sitting position, not able to watch Hulk trading jabs with his brother in the ring. "Bret, I don't know what to say," Elizabeth came over to try and comfort him, "It wasn't your fault, however it came to this..."

"I know, Liz, but why? Why all the pent up rage on me, when I've supported him more than anyone else in the family?" Bret rued. He glared over at the Million Dollar Corporation's managers, eagerly cheering Owen on on the opposite side of the ring. "But I will tell you one thing, Liz, they are going to pay in blood before this match is over," he vowed, rage twisting onto his face, "They're all going to pay for twisting him into what I'm seeing in there now," he pointed into the ring, but couldn't bear to directly watch Owen working for the other side.

"Now Bret, you know what I've said about not giving in to the anger," the First Lady of Wrestling tried to bring him down to earth, "You'll be playing right into their hands if you do that."

"And actually you can look now, Hitman; he's out of there," Savage called to him from the far end of the apron. Indeed, it was now Flair in the ring for the Million Dollar Team, jabbing hard at Hulk's chest. He flung the champion into the ropes, only to have Hulk leap over the clothesline he clearly planned to dish out, dropkick Flair to the ground, and hook the leg, nevertheless only getting a two count for all the effort. Nonplussed, Hulk dropped the elbow three successive times into the Nature Boy's chest, then flung him into the corner and splashed him. "LET'S GO HULK! LET'S GO HULK!" the Saddledome crowd roared almost as one. Giving the fans a thumbs-up, Hulk jumped onto Flair's shoulders and belted him five times in succession-but was prevented from going any further when Rude bashed him across the back of the head with a double axhandle to break up the assault. "Blatant interference there by the Ravishing One to save his teammate, and Flair now going on the offensive with several hard elbows to the chest," Monsoon called the action, "Now the self-proclaimed Real World's Champion tags in the Undertaker; Hulk looks a little worried now."

"I'm not surprised; I'll bet he was planning on hiding behind his teammates to keep from having to face the Phenom until he absolutely had to."

"Now you know the Hulkster doesn't do that, Jesse-and Hogan in fact off the ropes and ramming the Undertaker head first in the chest!"

"But again, he didn't bring him down at all-and look, another attempt, and another failure to get the Deadman off his feet."

Hulk tagging in Davey Boy; perhaps he'll have more luck. British Bulldog off the ropes himself and dropkicking the Undertaker, sending him into the corner; now he splashes him, now flinging him across the ring into the next corner and charges...no, Undertaker takes the legs up into his face and stops this."

"And notice, Gorilla, he doesn't look the least bit harmed."

"Huge chop to Davey Boy Smith's back by the Undertaker; we take a look at his lovely bride Diana and son Harry in the front row there, looking quite a bit concerned for him. Undertaker whips him into the ropes...look at this, Davey Boy goes through the legs, grabs the legs, pulls him into a small package: one, two...no, DiBiase in to make the save."

"Good alertness there by the Million Dollar Man; he's willing to stand up for him teammates, while I'm sure Hogan would abandon them at his heart's content."

"British Bulldog still with the upper hand at the moment, atomic drop sends the Undertaker reeling..."

"STILL not down, Gorilla..."

"But he's going down soon; Davey Boy hefting the Deadman up over his head like a rag doll!" Monsoon bellowed over the roar of the crowd, "Here comes that running powerslam...YES! Another cover: one, two...NO! And the Undertaker rising up immediately...!"

"It's very simple, Gorilla: you cannot hurt the Phenom, period."

"Paul Bearer on the apron, raising that urn high again, looks like the Undertaker getting his energy from it. And Undertaker now back to his feet; another big chop to the Bulldog's face sends him sprawling to the mat. Tag to Owen Hart; Davey Boy up quickly...and freezes when he sees who his opponent now is; I don't think he's going to fight Owen either..."

"Coward! Coward!" Heenan started a chant outside that was picked up by no one else apart from his fellow managers. "Davey Boy starting to walk away; he's not-whoa, superkick by Owen takes his brother-in-law down! Owen stomping on the British Bulldog's chest; now whips him into the ropes and fells him with a kick to the chest! Stu Hart looking definitely pained now, watching his son demolish his son-in-law-Owen looking ready to go for the Sharpshooter, but Davey Boy crawling towards the ropes...and now he's under the ropes, and Owen'll have to break the hold-but he's not breaking it! Stu warning his son he'll have to let go; Owen still not letting go...and now a tag to Jake the Snake, who immediately jumps in right on the British Bulldog's back."

"Might as well; if your opponent's down and out, you might as well keep him down and out."

"Except that Jake the Snake too often goes too far in that regard-like he is now: Jake pulling Davey Boy's head backwards against the bottom rope. The Bulldog grimacing in terrible pain-more so when he takes a kick to the back of the head too. Jake hauls the British Bulldog up, vicious knee lift right into the groin, followed by a second-and now a full tilt kick there as well. Jake paying no attention to Stu Hart's warnings that he's risking a disqualification, dropping the Bulldog throat-first on the top rope and stomping on the back. Jake off the ropes, down on Davey Boy's head; he's giving the Bulldog a total shellacking so far."

"See, that's why he's such a top contender here in the WWF; he's cool, calculating, and knows how and when to strike."

"Bulldog finally swinging some blows at the Snake, but Jake blocks them, grabs-wow, Jake with a tremendous suplex on Davey Boy!"

"Davey Boy really needs to tag; he's been in there too long and taken too much punishment."

"Speaking of punishment, Davey Boy now getting that patented short clothesline by Roberts, and that familiar cold look coming on Jake's face as he hauls him up into position and gives that familiar finger twirl..."

"Yep, here comes the DDT; the Snake's about to fatally bite the Bulldog."

"Pay attention, Savage!" Roberts bellowed at the Macho Man once he had Davey's head hooked into position under his arm, "Watch and learn, because you're next! Nighty-night, Bulldog!"

"Oh don't look, don't look!" in the audience, Diana quickly covered Harry's eyes seconds before Roberts delivered a brutal DDT to the boy's father. The Snake casually rolled his fallen foe over and "slithered" in position for the cover, getting a reluctant three count from Stu. "Scratch one member of the Mega Powers Team-but whoa, Savage into the ring like a rocket and starts immediately whaling away on Jake before Davey Boy's even out of the ring!" Monsoon proclaimed.

"He'd better be careful; he's really risking the disqualification himself if he doesn't lay off."

"Well can you blame him, Jesse; here he is, face to face with the man who held that cobra that bit his arm, and then hit his wife on national TV. I'd want justice too, and Savage going to town on Jake, belting him in the middle of the ring with everything he's got! Now he's got him up, there's the finger twirl, and YES, over the top rope, and Jake snaps back hard into the ring! Savage now going up to the top rope; here comes the flying elbow-yes! Cover: one, two...rake of the eyes by Jake breaks the hold. Savage kicking Roberts in the chest; he's clearly going to show the Snake no mercy-whoa, now picks him up and hurls him clear out of the ring! Macho Man going up again; he's a man on fire! Jake trying to get up and crawl away, but Savage leaping-yes, smashing him right into the timekeeper's table! This crowd's going nuts!"

"Jake better get up on the apron and tag quick; I think Savage genuinely means to kill him here tonight."

"Roberts doesn't know where he is! He's stumbling around the ring, trying to find someone on his team to tag, Savage chasing after him, round and round they go, Macho's almost caught up to...and look at that, Jake pulls Elizabeth in front of himself as a shield; what a coward!"

"He's also very smart, because he knows full well what Macho's big weakness is, and as you can see, Savage isn't going to attack when his woman's in trouble."

"Savage frozen in place, trying to figure out how to handle this situation...but look out, Sherri coming up from behind with a steel chair-wham, bashes her former protégé across the back of the head!" Monsoon was disgusted, "Now the former Sensational Queen kicking at him, yelling derogatory words at Elizabeth too-oh come on, she slaps the First Lady of Wrestling across the face! This is completely out of line!"

"Well who can blame Sherri for being upset, Gorilla? Liz stole her man."

"After Sherri threw him away like yesterday's garbage over one measly loss? She didn't deserve him, Jesse. Sherri now rolling Jake back into the ring as Stu Hart lays out the count for both men, which is at five now. Savage dazed, but managing to get to his feet; he jumps under the ropes with two seconds to spare. Meanwhile, Jake tagging DiBiase on the other side of the ring. Million Dollar Man running over, snaps the Macho Man over his shoulder before he can fully get to his feet."

"Macho's still too hung over from that chair shot; he ought to tag out quick."

"Savage in fact reaching for his corner as best he can; DiBiase whips him into the ropes, swings the clothesline-and misses! And Savage gets the tag to Andre, and in comes the Giant! DiBiase reversing course towards his corner, but Andre cuts him off! Hefts him up in the air, and slams him down hard! Andre grinning like the cat that ate the canary as he drops the shoulder on the Million Dollar Man; DiBiase groaning in pain as he gets another, and then another. Andre with the cover: one, two-no, foot was on the ropes. Andre nonplussed, flings DiBiase into the ropes, big boot to the chest sends him down again-and look at this, Andre off the ropes again, down with the big splash! Another cover: one, two-no; that arm was coming down for the three."

"As I've said before, Gorilla, DiBiase is an extremely talented wrestler, and it's going to take an awful lot more than...hang on, what's going on over there?" the Body frowned at the far side of the ring, "It looks like Heenan's looking for something under the ring..."

"I see that too; the Brain's talking like...hold on, what is this!?" Monsoon's eyes went wide at a familiar blonde mop of hair emerging from underneath the ring, "What is this; here comes Mr. Perfect from under the ring, and he doesn't look injured at all from what I can see!"

"Well maybe you can't see well enough," Ventura retorted, "And either way, give Perfect credit; this is really brave of him to want to wrestle through whatever his exact injury is."

Down below, Perfect, climbed up onto the apron. "Hey there, Owen," he greeted a surprised King of Harts, "It wasn't as bad as I thought, so I figured I'd join in anyway-over here, Ted," he waved to DiBiase in the ring.

"So why were you under...?" Owen frowned, but he didn't get a chance to answer as DiBiase tagged Perfect at that moment. The former Intercontinental champion immediately leaped over the top rope and drove his legs square into Andre's chest, sending the Giant reeling backwards. "Look at this: Mr. Perfect bounding off the ropes, kicking Andre hard in the chest; that settles it, he was never injured at all!" Monsoon bellowed.

"Oh I guess you're absolutely sure of that, huh?" Ventura groused at him.

"Look at him go, Jesse; Perfect moving with reckless abandon; now up to the top rope and leaping; staggers the Giant with a kick to the head! This man is in perfect physical condition...!"

"Well of course he is, he's Mr. Perfect; he's supposed to be perfect..."

"He deliberately lied to WWF officials about his health so his team would have an unfair and illegal advantage in this match, Jesse! They then brainwashed Owen Hart with whatever they said to him to get an extra man for their team!"

"Well, you can rant and rave all you want, Gorilla, but it's not going to help the Mega Powers Team; they'll have to work through a seven to five advantage on their own."

"Jack Tunney waving Bobby Heenan over outside the ring; he doesn't look too happy that he was hoodwinked like this. Meanwhile, Andre tagging the Dragon; Steamboat into the ring, blocking Perfect's blows, then giving him back some karate chops of his own."

"Yeah, speaking of illegal moves..."

"Sweep of the legs takes Perfect down; Steamboat stomping in the groin area. Now a slingshot into the turnbuckle, and a beauty; Perfect staggers backwards, clutching his face, looking for a tag, sees Rick Rude, but turns away and tags Flair instead. Nature Boy going up to the top rope right off the bat, he leaps-straight into Steamboat's arms! The crowd encouraging him on as Steamboat charges across the ring, and a big slam. Now the Dragon up and down into Flair's chest several times. Flair up and swings a punch, but gets taken down again by an armdrag. Steamboat into the ropes...and from the outside, Blassie trips him; give me a break! Flair off the other ropes, and drives the knees into the Dragon's head. All the managers circling around their side, encouraging the Million Dollar Team's captain on, with Jimmy Hart yelling for him to break the Dragon's legs through that megaphone that someone really ought to ram down his throat."

"You never appreciate Jimmy Hart either, Gorilla; most managers could never dream of taking as many men to the top of the sport as he has."

"If by handling you mean flagrantly bending the rules whenever necessary, certainly. Flair with a chokehold on Steamboat; Stu Hart over to demand he break it up at once. Flair grabbing Steamboat by the legs; are we about to see the Figure Four in action?"

"Blassie's yelling for it, and I'd go for it now; the faster you can get the other team eliminated, the better."

"Flair in fact giving the signal for the Figure Four Leglock, twisting Steamboat's legs, trying to get it in...but no, Steamboat kicks out and sends Flair into the ropes, and he's tied up in the ropes now!" Monsoon roared along with the crowd, "Blassie rushing over to free his man while Steamboat stumbles to the corner, and he tags the Hitman. Bret Hart holding up, waiting until Blassie has Flair out, then over with a kick to the Nature Boy's chest. Hitman picks Flair up, big suplex coming up-yes! Bret Hart off the ropes, goes airborne, and down on Flair's chest. A cover: one, two, no..."

"Now that was a quick count, Gorilla; Stu Hart deliberately counted fast there," Ventura complained.

"That count was the same as all the others, Jesse," Monsoon countered.

"Sure, I see, more of your biased commentating; anything to give the Hitman a break; you never stop...!"

"Hart flings Flair into the turnbuckle, now a big splash on him," Monsoon ignored his broadcast partner, "Hitman up on the so-called Real World's Champion's shoulders, and here come the punches: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Flair walking across the ring...and falls flat on his face," he declared as half the Saddledome burst into laughter, "Flair reaching for Owen, trying to force the Hitman to face his brother again; Bret sees this and starts dragging him away by the legs, and Flair forced to tag Rick Rude instead."

"Not that that's much of an improvement, mind you; Rick Rude's easily a match for Bret Hart any day."

"Rude down onto Hart's back, now whipping him into the ropes, and a roundhouse right sends the Hitman reeling. Rude now off the ropes himself, and a high kick sends Hart out of the ring, right into the hornet's nest."

"Of course, obviously because he landed right by the Million Dollar Team's managers, he's dead meat."

"Well look what's happening over there; Sherri's choking the life out of him on the floor while Blassie stomps on his chest; come on Stu, turn around and look what they're doing!"

"He can't; he's too busy yelling at Rude for whatever reason."

"Rude's distracting him so he can't see it-and now look at this, Virgil dragging the Hitman along by the hair and smashes him into the ring post! Virgil repeating the maneuver on the steel steps into the ring, and now finally rolls Bret Hart back in; meanwhile, Rude walking over to the other side of the ring, looks like, yes, he's doing his thing for Elizabeth..."

"And look, she looks impressed, Gorilla."

"She does not! Rude doesn't see the Hitman in the ring; Bret sees what he's doing...and uh oh, he tagged Savage in; Rude's going to have hell to pay now!"

"Don't be too certain; Macho might still be hung over from that chair shot he took a few minutes ago."

But it was a very much good shape-and very angry-Savage who drove a double axhandle into the back of Rude's neck and pulled him down into a small package. When he only got a two count, he flung the Ravishing One into the corner, splashed him hard, and then snapped him over his shoulder to the mat before climbing up to the top rope again. "Rick Rude lying dazed on the floor; by trying to impress Elizabeth and clearly failing, he may have just dug his own grave in this match," Monsoon declared, "Savage off the top rope-connects hard with the elbow! Hooks the leg: one, two, three; Rude's out of there! Heenan looking upset outside the ring as Flair comes in to...no, Savage shoves Flair away and drags Jake over the top rope into the ring; he's not done punishing the Snake yet!"

"Well he's got to let him go; Flair came in first, so he's now the legal man."

"Savage doesn't care as he continues to whale away at Jake in the middle of the ring; now Flair pulling the Macho Man off his teammate-oooooooh, drops him throat first onto the top rope...!"

"WOOOOOOOO!" Flair bellowed in triumph to the crowd, then whipped Savage into the ropes and flattened him with a forearm smash. The Nature Boy casually climbed up to the top rope himself and leaped, but Savage rolled out of the way in time and crawled over to tag in his partner in the Mega Powers. Hulk rushed in and kicked Flair in the face, then grabbed hold of the Nature Boy's legs and started twisting them, sending Flair toppling to the mat. "Hogan looks like he's going for the Boston Crab, and he is; let's see if Flair's going to give in for-no he won't; Perfect in to make the save," Monsoon sighed, "Oh but look at this: Hulk grabs Perfect by the singlet and rams him straight into Flair! Hulkster flings both men into the far ropes, grabs the nearest rope and fells them both with a boot to the face! Hogan launching himself off the ropes onto Flair, and here's the cover...Owen Hart with a flying save. Hulk up to deliver Owen a...no, Bret comes running between the both of them, pleading Hulk not to do anything to his brother, and it looks like Hulk's going to listen and not-but look at that, Owen pounds them both when they turn away; what ingratitude!"

"Well, Gorilla, you win whatever it takes, I always say."

"Please don't remind me, Jesse. Flair tags in the Undertaker, who pins Hulk against the ropes, and we've got a blatant chokehold here by the Deadman..."

"Of course, anything he does is blatant, and when Hogan does it..."

"Will you stop!? Stu Hart warning the big guy to stop it, and Undertaker finally breaks the hold and backs away...and then from the outside Paul Bearer starts choking out the champ himself; give me a break!"

"Hey, Bearer's just helping out his man, Monsoon."

"Quick tag by the Hulkster to Steamboat, and the Dragon with a dropkick from behind on the Undertaker, sending him flailing into the ropes..."

"But again he stays on his feet, Gorilla..."

"Steamboat trying the armdrag to bring him down, but the Undertaker too strong, and the big guy instead whips him hard into the turnbuckle. Now he's tagging Perfect in..."

"I don't know about that decision, Gorilla; the Phenom had the advantage, so why would he tag out at this point?"

"You may be right that this could be a turning point. Perfect with a few quick blows on the Dragon, now flings him into the opposing turnbuckle-and misses with the splash attempt! Steamboat successfully armdrags Perfect down and twists the arm..."

"Well he can forget it; you don't get Mr. Perfect to submit that easily."

"Perfect with a handful of the Dragon's hair to make him stop twisting his arm; Stu Hart warning him to let go. Steamboat now trying to lock on a sleeper, Perfect's fighting it for all it's worth-and he does get to the ropes. Steamboat releases the hold...and gets a hard kick to the chest by Perfect for his trouble."

"You know what that is, that's payback for all of Steamboat's illegal chops to..."

"Perfect going up to the top rope; he's taking an awful lot of time getting up there...too much time; Steamboat catches him up there!" Monsoon roared as Steamboat popped back up and grabbed Perfect just as he reached the top rope, "Steamboat slams him down hard and starts climbing up himself...!"

"Perfect better move; the Dragon's awfully dangerous up there."

"Mr. Perfect trying to squirm away, but he's not fast enough; the Dragon taking flight, and he fells Perfect back to the mat with a hard right hook! The cover, one-in comes Jake for the save, but the Hitman knocks him down before he can reach Steamboat, and there's another three count! Perfect's gone, and we're back to even strength in this match!"

"Big mistake by the Undertaker, tagging Perfect in when he had Steamboat on the ropes," Ventura grumbled in frustration.

"Well, looks like he wants to atone; Undertaker right back in now. Steamboat trying a karate kick on him, but the Undertaker catches the leg, and whoa, nearby rips it right off hurling him into the ringpost! Steamboat shaking it off, climbing up quickly to the top rope again, here's the leap-but he was caught in midair by the big guy...and whooooa, what a chokeslam by the Undertaker!" Monsoon grimaced.

"Now if he really wants to atone, he should go for the Tombstone right now after that big move."

"And it looks like that's just what the Undertaker's doing, he's turning Steamboat upside-down, Bearer gives the signal, and there it is; Tombstone City!"

There was a loud shriek of anguish from Bonnie in the front row the moment the Tombstone was delivered, countered by a maniacal laugh of triumph by Bearer just outside the ring. "It's OK," Alison reached over to touch the Dragon's bride's arm, "Everyone who's taken that so far has walked again."

"Maybe, but I...I don't know...it's hard seeing the one you love keep taking punishment," Bonnie confessed as the bell rang for the three count, eliminating her husband. "I don't know how long my heart can take Rick taking all this!"

"Well, you bear up as best you can," was Diana's best advice, pulling her son close, "I've long since learned that things do happen, and you can't control it-see, he's all right," she pointed at Steamboat crawling out of the ring, clutching his head and grimacing but able to walk normally. He flashed his wife a thumbs-up, which she returned. "Well," she confessed to the Hart daughters, "I guess after what Savage did to him with the ring bell, I've been on edge after every little bump he takes. Still, I don't think I want to go through this forever..."

"Well, hopefully Bret'll come through in one piece," Georgia pointed to the ring, where her brother had been the next to come in against the Undertaker. Bret paused for a moment, sizing the situation up, then rushed off the ropes and charged straight at the Deadman, only to duck low under the Undertaker's clothesline, grab his legs, and pull him down. "Brilliant maneuver there by the Hitman!" Monsoon applauded the move, "And now it looks like he's trying to twist him into the Sharpshooter, trying to get him over-DiBiase comes in to break it up. Bret Hart looking frustrated, yelling at the Million Dollar Man to stay out of the ring unless he's tagged in-and gets bashed from behind by the Undertaker."

"He made one of the cardinal mistakes of the sport, Gorilla; he took his eyes off the man in the ring."

"Undertaker throws the Hitman hard into the turnbuckle, starts backing hard into him...and look at this, Jake wrapping the turnbuckle rope around Bret's head and choking him out with it, while DiBiase and Flair hold his arms still! Come on Stu, he's being quadruple-teamed!"

"Hey, he's only human, Monsoon; he can't see every little detail."

"He sees it now, though, and orders the Million Dollar Team to release his son, and they do-but Jake yanks his head backwards so the Undertaker can kick him in the chest! Stu warning Jake he's risking a disqualification, and finally the Snake lets him go. Suplex and a beauty by the Undertaker, now he goes off the ropes and drops the big elbow...and misses! Hitman crawling towards his corner as quick as he can, and makes the tag to Andre. In comes the Giant, once again face to face with the Deadman; their Summer Slam match proved inconclusive, so let's see if this encounter gives us the definitely better man."

"Which as I've said before is no question at all; Andre's a washed-up has-been and the Phenom is completely unstoppable."

"Well, Jesse, your..."

"Coming through, coming through," Heenan unexpectedly climbed up to the broadcast position and plopped a spare chair between the two announcers. "What are you doing here, Brain!?" Monsoon berated him, "You're not scheduled to call any matches tonight!"

"Well, given I got out of work early due to extreme bad luck, figured I'd give this broadcast a little more color, Monsoon," Heenan plugged in a spare set of headphones and slipped them on, "Well, here we have the Undertaker and Andre going at it tooth and nail in the middle of the ring, dancing around like it's ballet class rather than a wrestling match..."

"Why me, God, why me!?" Monsoon whimpered to the ceiling, "Why do I have to work with these two lunatics all the time!?"

"You were meant to suffer; it's your lot in life," Heenan channeled C-3PO for an answer.

"Will you stop!? Andre flings the Undertaker into the corner, now slamming his own rear end into the Deadman like...look at this, from the outside, Sherri grabbing the Giant's leg and pulling him down!"

"Oh come on, you're pulling my leg with that nonsense," Heenan cracked.

"WILL YOU STOP!?"

Down below, Andre roared in rage as Sherri yanked his leg clean under the ropes. "Let go!" he roared, kicking at her with his other leg and managing a brief second roar before the Undertaker started choking him out, conveniently blocking Stu's view of the Sensational Queen's actions.

"We'll let go when we're done with you, big boy," Blassie strode forward, a cold look on his face, "Hold it still, Martel."

He started raining down hard cane shots on the leg. Andre howled and kicked at him, but it was only after twelve blows that Blassie nodded for Sherri to release it, at exactly the same time the Undertaker stopped choking the Giant. The Deadman quickly hooked his foe up in the ropes and started pounding away, again blocking Stu's view and allowing Virgil to deliver a clean chair shot to the back of Andre's head without the referee noticing him. Dazed, Andre nonetheless landed a hard blow on the Undertaker once Stu released him that send the Deadman reeling. The Undertaker quickly tagged DiBiase. "Virgil, I'd better make sure with the Giant," the Million Dollar Man whispered to his bodyguard before he entered the ring, "The widowmaker if you please."

"Wait, foreign object, he gave him a foreign object, Mr. Hart!" Elizabeth had seen Virgil slip something into his boss's hand across the ring, but her voice was drowned out by the crowd. Grimacing on one good leg, Andre stumbled towards DiBiase, his arm rearing back for a tremendous punch. DiBiase ducked the blow and let Andre pin him against the ropes, then reared back and smashed the Giant hard in the face with Virgil's foreign object. Andre fell over with a loud thud to the mat. Laughing maniacally, DiBiase quickly tossed the object out of the ring before Stu could turn around, dove on top of Andre for the cover, then, once Stu was in position for the count, hooked his legs on the ropes for extra leverage, which proved enough to hold Andre down for the three count. Elizabeth groaned and buried her face on the apron. "I hate it when people do that to win, I hate it!" she lamented to no one in particular.

"Well he's not doing it to me, Elizabeth," Hulk bravely leaped right into the ring and started smashing DiBiase hard. DiBiase threw a hard right hook back that was blocked, and then found himself being whipped into the corner and pummeled. "Lots of stamina still left in the Hulkster even though his team's now in a five to three hole," Monsoon commended the champion.

"Well he'd better find something superhuman, because with how fast his teammates are falling, Hogan isn't going to last much longer," Ventura predicted.

"You've counted the champion out many times before over the years, Jesse, and most of the time, he's always been able to find that little something extra. And it looks like the Hulkster may have that now, as he whips the Million Dollar Man into the other corner, and now up on his shoulders and punching away-and wow, a big suplex on DiBiase! The cover: one, two...no, just missed the three count there. Hulkster nonplussed, flings DiBiase into the ropes, sends him down with a hard right. Into the far ropes and...and hit in the back of the back of the head by that little runt Jimmy Hart's megaphone!"

"Well, that'll clear the cobwebs up there for him, huh?" Heenan cracked again.

"Brain, you keep this up, and that headphone cable's going around your neck! DiBiase with a tag to Jake, and the Snake immediately in on top of the Hulkster with a blatant chokehold. Now he goes off the ropes for the splash-but nobody's home! Hulkster trying to crawl back to his corner; Roberts grabbing the legs and trying to pull him back. The champion reaching, reaching...and tags the Macho Man! Jake sees it and tries to bail back to his corner, but Savage jumping on top of him before he can get there! Up goes the Snake over Savage's head, and the Macho Man hurls him upside-down into the ringpost!"

"Disqualify him, disqualify him!" Heenan bellowed, "This is torture, not wrestling; Savage has lost his mind!"

"It's not torture, Brain; it's justice for everything Elizabeth was put through by that psychopath. Savage hooking Jake's head under his armpit; is he going to give the Snake a DDT? No, he's not; charging across the ring, he rams him headfirst into the opposite ringpost! Roberts dazed, crumples down to the mat, while Macho heads up to the top rope again; are we going to see another flying elbow elimination is this match? Sherri running over, she grabs hold of the leg before Savage can jump...but look at this, Elizabeth knocks her down!" he roared in approval, as did the entire Saddledome, "Elizabeth holding Sherri down while Savage in fact leaps, and yes, another flying elbow! The cover: one, two, three; the Snake's history!"

"Now that was utterly cheap by Elizabeth; she interfered in this match, contrary to what she always says is her policy!" Ventura whined.

"After Sherri clearly interfered first? Sherri irate, trying to pull Elizabeth's hair in a rage, but here comes Savage out of the ring, he picks his former manager up and drops her hard over the barricades!

"He calls THAT being a macho man!? Assaulting a woman!?" Heenan complained.

"He was only defending his wife, Brain; I'd call Macho Man's actions completely justified. Now Savage going back up again to the top rope; Jake still laying in the middle of the ring..."

"Like I said, he's going to torture Jake; somebody stop him!" Heenan begged.

"And like I said, this is justice; give it to him, Macho!" Monsoon urged Savage on, and Savage in fact did leap again and give the prone Roberts another flying elbow drop. The Macho Man shoved Owen aside when he tried to enter the ring, twirled his index finger in the air, and started climbing up to the top rope again. "Uh oh," Bret frowned at the murderous expression on his partner's face. "Uh, Randy, I think you beat him fair and square already," he tried to talk Savage out of it.

"No way, Hitman; he hasn't been beat up properly yet!" Savage retorted, leaping once more and giving Roberts a third elbow drop. "OK, that's good Randy, he's down and out, you...oh no," Bret grimaced as Savage climbed out of the ring and yanked the bell away from the timekeeper. "Randy, Randy, don't!" Elizabeth begged, leaping up onto the apron and waved her arms at him, "It's over, Randy, you've won; don't do it!"

"He has to pay!" the Macho Man roared, reaching the top rope and raising the bell high over the prostrate Roberts, "For everything he did to you and more...!"

"He did pay, Randy; he paid when you pinned him and proved yourself the better man; please, don't do it, or you'll be turning into what you were with Sherri again!" she pointed out. This appeared to do the trick; Savage glanced down at the groaning Roberts, then at the bell in his hands, then back to Roberts, then down to his wife. With a heavy expression of guilt, he tossed the bell away and started to climb down...

...only to have Owen, having stayed aside rather than face Savage's wrath during the repeated elbow drops, swat his legs out from under him, causing Savage to fall very painfully on the top of the ringpost. Owen picked him up and slammed him hard, then hooked on a cover that Savage only was able to kick out of at the last possible moment. "I'm not done yet!" Owen hissed, stomping on Savage's groin. He whipped him into the far ropes, then raced himself into the near ones, and felled the Macho Man with a flying dropkick. Savage crawled to his corner, looked between his two remaining partners, then tagged Hulk in. The champion rushed towards Owen, only to be taken down by an armdrag. "You think you're so great, Hogan?" Owen twisted the arm roughly, "Let's see how much you can really take!"

"You tell him pal, WOOOOOOO!" Flair encouraged his teammate on. Hulk grimaced as his arms were locked behind his back and stretched hard. "Pour it on, boy, pour it on!" he could hear Blassie encouraging the youngest Hart. With no other recourse, he stomped down hard on Owen's foot to break the hold, then rushed into the ropes to give him a flying tackle-but was instead flipped by Owen and pinned down in a crucifix. Straining with all his might, he just managed to get his shoulder up at the last possible moment. A scissor kick to Owen's head broke that hold and send the self-proclaimed King of Harts toppling backwards. "Hands up, Bret!" Hulk called to the Hitman, crawling towards his corner.

"I can't...!" Bret looked pale at the thought.

"You're going to have to at some point, or we'll never win this one!" Hulk stretched his hand out, easily within Bret's reach. With a heavy expression, Bret tagged him and climbed into the ring. "I don't want to have to do this, Owen," he looked miserable as he approached his brother, "But I have..."

In a flash Owen delivered a series of hard blows to his older brother's chest, then dragged him over to the ropes and pressed his throat down hard into it. "Hitman taking an awful lot of punishment right away, as Owen making it clear he wants prove himself superior to Bret tonight," Monsoon remarked up in the broadcast position.

"Well, having trained with Owen this afternoon, I can say with every degree of certainty that he is, Monsoon," Heenan said confidently.

"Sure, and you call yourself an unbiased reporter?" Monsoon glared at him.

"Hey, I'm just doing my job as a broadcast journalist..."

"I smell collusion here, Brain, and I'll bet you and...!"

"Meanwhile, Owen snaps Bret off the top rope to the mat," Ventura picked up the commentary, "And let me tell the both of you, I have never, ever seen the Hitman take the beating he's taken at his brother's hands tonight."

"Owen in fact going up to the top rope," Monsoon squinted hard into the ring, "Standing perched over Bret...and whoa, what a moonsault!" he declared at the sight of Owen backflipping down hard onto Bret's chest, "Say what you will, this kid has talent!"

"Like I've been saying all along," Heenan cut in, "This guy's going places-after he proves himself the best Hart just now."

"And if I were him, Bobby, I'd go for the Sharpshooter right now, since word is Stu taught him that as well," Ventura told him.

"That's what he's doing now, look," Heenan pointed to Owen beginning to twist Bret's legs into the Sharpshooter. "Here it comes, the patented Hart family finishing move; we could be seeing something epochal here right now," Monsoon said loudly to the viewing public, "Hitman fighting for all it's worth, but it's too late; Owen has him turned over, and now he's pouring on the Sharpshooter full blast!"

"That's it, it's over," Ventura predicted with a grin, "Any minute now, Stu'll have no chance but to ring the bell and declare Owen the better wrestler..."