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Week 3 May, 1996
El Generico Stadium (Mid West)
ATT: 36,000
Buy: 1.14


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It's Sunday night and we are live on Pay Per View. Vince McMahon welcomes is to the event, before thanking the viewers for inviting the WWF "in your house." He introduces his co-hosts, Jerry "The King" Lawler and Jim Ross and then the three men run down tonight's show, before telling us that we are starting off both a bang and with the WWF Light Heavyweight Championship on the line, as Sean Waltman defends his newly won gold, against the challenge of Jerry Lynn.


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Jerry Lynn makes his way out first, be gets a reaction, all be it a rather muted one, hopefully by the end of this match the crowd will see what a good performance the Challenger can put on.....and if he's going to have a breakout match with anyone, it's going to the the reigning WWF Light Heavyweight Champion, Sean Waltman. Waltman is surprisingly out on his own for this one, not a KLiQ member in sight....it doesn't make him any less cocky though. The two men lock up and again we are told of how well these opponents know each other, with Jim Ross recounting their many battles all over the world.

The pair perform a nice luchador-esq opening spot, impressing the crowd with a smooth series of movies that culminates with both men kipping back to their feet. They pause for a moment before deciding to just start throwing fists at each other. Lynn gets the upper hand in that so Waltman shifts gears and begins to utilise his martial arts kicks, but gets caught again with a dragon screw leg whip. Annoyed, Waltman charges at his opponent, but a series of arm drags followed up with a high belly to belly suplex puts a stop to that. Lynn waits for Waltman to begin to climb to his feet and tries for a springboard dropkick, but Waltman drops back to the mat out of harms way and Lynn crashes hard.

Waltman takes control of the match and the swagger is back in his step as he works over his opponent. He unleashes a series of kicks, chops and palm thrusts, then whips Lynn off the ropes and lands a spinning heel kick. With his opponent still down the Champion lands a springboard leg drop. Waltman walks around the ring giving Lynn little arrogant kicks, designed to embarrass more than hurt....much like the next move he unleashes.....he whips Lynn hard into the corner and charges with a corner clothesline. Lynn slumps to the mat in a seated position, leaning against the bottom and middle turnbuckle. Waltman backs up, runs towards his opponent and leaps, straddling Lynn and bouncing up and down on his chest, Lawler remarks that he's riding Jerry Lynn like a bronco.

Believing he is firmly in control Waltman whips Lynn into the ropes, dropping his head for the backdrop....but in a last ditch effort, Jerry gets a grip of the Champion by the waist, hoists him up and hits a running sitout Powerbomb that would have given him the victory, had Waltman not been close enough to the ropes to force a break. Lynn slowly pulls himself to his feet and ducks a Waltman clothesline attempt, spinning behind his opponent and catching him with a big German Suplex, holding on with the bridge for another near fall. Feeling that victory could soon be his, Lynn ups his game in an effort to claim the Light Heavyweight Championship and his moves become more high risk in an effort to find the one that will be enough to put Waltman away. He hits a tornado DDT, but again the Champion has a foot close enough to the ropes that he is able to save himself. Slapping the mat in frustration, Lynn drags Waltman back away from the ropes and then climbs the turnbuckles. He perches on the top rope for a moment before coming off with a big, big splash.......hitting nothing but mat, because Waltman had rolled away at the last minute. The Challenge pulls himself to his feet, clearly winded....but he gets a kick to the midsection for his trouble, followed by that sitout facebuster that Waltman recently debuted....and three seconds later, this one is over.

Winner: .....and STILL WWF Light Heavyweight Champion........Sean Waltman
Rating: B-

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The official raises Waltman's arm in victory before handing him his Light Heavyweight Championship. Both the arm and the title belt are snatched away by the arrogant Champion. Slowly Lynn climbs to his feet with a look of disappointment on his face. He stands with his hands on his hips for a moment, before finally out stretching his right arm, congratulating Waltman on a (surprisingly) clean victory. The former 123 Kid drapes his gold belt over his shoulder, looking down at Lynn's outstretched hand, before batting the hand away and indicating to his crotch with a chopping motion, loudly telling Lynn to "Suck it" before abruptly turning and walking to the back.

Rating: C+

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Following that display of unsportsmanlike behaviour, we head to the back where Dok Hendrix is standing by with the Smoking Gunns and....."I suppose their manager for the evening, Mr. Perfect"....Perfect shakes his head and responds.

"Woah, woah woah, hold it right there Hendrix, first of all you take that condescending tone out of your voice when you say my name before I slap the taste out of your mouth....and second of all, I'm not a "manager"....any old schlub can get a managers licence. Mr. Perfect is an Executive Consultant.....I look at people's strengths and their weaknesses and then best strategise a victory from there.....Executive Consultants don't "manage", we guide.....guide people to championships....and that's exactly what I'm going to do.....step one, tonight, we take out the trash....step two, we take home the gold....and that will be, Absolutely Perfect."

He slaps Bart on the back as the Gunns speak. They both echo each other's sentiments, saying that tonight they will finally put the Texas Long Riders out to pasture, although Billy is clearly the happier of the pair to have the Executive Consultant in their corner. He says that tonight, under the direction of Mr. Perfect, nothing is going to stop them from taking home the win......"the right way" Bart finishes, just as the Gunns music starts to play and the trio make their way out to the ring.

Rating: B-

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It's time for tag team action now, as the Smoking Gunns go up against a duo that they know very well by now, the Texas Long Riders. This will be the third time that these two teams have faced off on Pay Per View this year, with each team picking up a victory, meaning that this will surely be the rubber match. Both teams will be looking for the victory that will potentially propel them to the top contender spot in what has become a very competitive tag team division.

The Long Riders complain to the official about Perfects presence at ringside, but Perfect tells them to concentrate on the match, he's only out there to advise, it's Billy and Bart that they need to worry about. The Texans should have taken Perfects advice too, because the second the bell rings, the Gunns charge, taking Windham and Bradshaw by surprise for the early advantage. Billy and Bart haven't actually wrestled as a team in some weeks now, with Billy preferring to go it alone up until now....but you wouldn't know it because they haven't missed a step so far in this one....in fact, they seem better than ever, which Lawler atones to the advice of Mr. Perfect at ringside. Despite what the former Intercontinental Champion will tell you however, no one can wrestle a perfect match against competitors like Windham and Bradshaw, and eventually the Long Riders are able to isolate Bart and take control of the match.

The Texans show us why they are a team to be reckoned with here in the WWF at the expense of poor Bart, who is double teamed mercilessly at times, because being the veteran that he is, Windham always ensures that he and his young protege utilise every second of that five count....but not a second too long, because they don't want to risk disqualification here tonight. Billy is clearly getting frustrated on the apron, but Perfect calms him down, telling him that the time will come, he just needs to be patient and trust in the ability of his partner.....although to be fair to Billy, Bart does look in an awful lot of trouble, especially after a huge big boot from Bradshaw spins him around 180 degrees, and straight into a running bulldog from Windham. Barry makes the cover and may have even picked up the win had Billy not made the save for his team.

Bradshaw tags into the match and unleashes pure brute force punishment on the former Tag Champion. He whips Bart hard into the turnbuckles, where he lays in a series of stuff punches, before taking hold of his opponent again and whipping him even harder into the opposite corner. Gunn hits these turnbuckles to hard that he staggers back to the centre of the ring, where Bradshaw is waiting for him with a hard spinning Powerslam. Again that could have been a potential match ender, but again Billy breaks up the pinfall attempt, much to his frustration. Bradshaw takes a few steps back and motions for Bart to get back to his feet, rotating his arm a few times, clearly warming it up for that big Lariat of his. Gunn finally gets himself back to a standing position and Bradshaw runs towards the ropes, looking for some momentum before delivering the killer blow....that's when Perfect shows exactly what an "executive consultant" does.....as he trips the running Texan over as he hits the ropes, giving Bart the chance to finally make the tag out to his waiting partner.

Billy comes tearing into the action, clearly not happy about being stuck on the sidelines for so long. He lays into Bradshaw with quick jabs that rock the big Texan, before ducking an attack from the oncoming Windham, pulling the top rope down as he goes, which sends Barry tumbling to the outside. Bradshaw comes next, but again Gunn avoids the attack, this time delivering a picture perfect dropkick that sends the second Long Rider over the top rope and down to the floor alongside his partner. Bart rolls the legal man back into the ring, before noticing that Perfect is laying the boots to Windham out of the officials line of sight. He goes over and pulls the consultant away from the downed Texan, telling him that "we don't need to take cheap shots to win." The official has now taken an interest in this exchange....and while he didn't actually see Perfect attacking Windham, he begins to reprimand him non the less....which draws his attention away from what's happening in the ring....

....where Billy Gunn has seized the opportunity to procure a steel chair from ringside, clearly more than happy to use the distraction by Perfect to bend the rules. He gets ready to swing the steel.....but Bart is there like a shot. He tells Billy that they discussed this, they don't need to resort to these tactics to win. Billy isn't listening though and again reads himself to swing the steel....this time however Bart puts himself between Billy and Bradshaw, telling him to put the chair down and they can finish this fairly, with the Sidewinder. Billy is clearly annoyed, but looks like he's listening to reason as he lowers the weapon....but only for a second, because quick as a flash Billy swings the steel and connects with a loud smash.......

......straight over the head of his own partner. Bart goes down like he's just been shot, collapsing in a heap as Billy just stares down at him, before tossing the chair to the mat and exiting the ring, where a waiting Mr. Perfect is laughing. He pats Billy on the back and the two men stand back, watching from the aisle way, leaving Bart as the Lone Gunn and in a lot of trouble. Windham is back into the ring and he drags the prone Bart back to his feet, holding him while his Partner delivers a (frankly uneccessary) huge Lariat to the barely conscious Gunn. He makes the cover and mercifully for Bart, this one is over.

Winner(s): The Texas Long Riders
Rating: B

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The Long Riders briefly celebrate their victory, before leaving and heading to the back as Billy Gunn and Mr. Perfect re-enter the ring. Perfect squats down beside Bart, who's clearly in a lot of pain. He tells him that tonight, this was never about Bart Gunn.....it was never about the Smoking Gunns....it was ALWAYS about one thing and one thing only....and that was shedding the dead weight, and getting Billy Gunn to where he needs to be.....right at the top....and under my Perfect guidance, that's exactly where he's going to go.

Bart fights to his hands and knees and swings a punch at Perfect, who simply dodges it laughing, before Billy Gunn continues what he started earlier....and that's beating the holy hell out of his (we assume) now former partner. While Billy lays into Bart, Perfect slides to the outside, collecting the steel chair from earlier. Back in the ring, he tells Billy to back off for a moment, picking Bart up, opening the chair and sliding it over the Cowboys head. Perfect turns to Billy, telling him to "finish it.....finish him.....and finish this team for good." Billy has the decency at least to hesitate.....but not for long.....as he kicks Bart in the gut, doubling him over and leaping high in the air, bringing his leg down over the back of Bart's neck, driving him face and chair first into the mat with a Rocker Dropper manoeuvre.

Jim Ross on commentary screams that he's just broken his damn partner in half.....before Lawler informs us that he thinks he heard Bart's neck snap like a twig. Bart himself is prone and not moving at all on the canvas. Billy and Perfect stand over his fallen body for a moment, before medical personnel rush the ring, finally ushering the pair away from Bart, as an advert for the King of the Ring is played for the viewers at home.

Rating: B-

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Following that horrendous display we head to the back, where Dok He drop is standing by with the.....Unique....Al Snow, and his shrink, Dr. Simon Coe. Hendrix talks for a moment about the condition of Bart Gunn, telling us that he is currently being transferred to a local medical facility and we hope to have an update on his condition soon. The good Doctor passes Hendrix one of his cards, telling him to pass it on, should Bart feel he needs anybody to talk to after that horrible betrayal. Hendrix takes the card, but he screws it up and tosses it over his shoulder when Coe turns his attention to Al Snow.

Hendrix asks Snow if he is ready to face the man who betrayed him to join with the KLiQ, Justin Credible. Al looks at his Doctor, before shrugging his shoulders. Dr. Coe tells Hendrix that he has instructed Snow not to talk, in an effort to negate the voices that he hears by simply refusing to acknowledging them. He speaks for Al, saying that if Snow can keep his head in the game....and keep himself out of his own head, then he has an excellent chance at coming out on top......but just to be sure that he follows his Doctors orders to the tee, Simon is going to accompany Snow to the ring, where he can watch the action unfold from the commentary table.

Rating: C+

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VS.

Dr. Coe does indeed accompany Al to the ring for this one, the camera picks up him telling Snow that he can do this, "concentrate on your opponent, not Avatar....remember, no talking"....before pulling up a chair beside Jerry Lawler. Credible is accompanied to the ring as well, he has the reigning WWF Light Heavyweight Champion, Sean Waltman with him.

The bell sounds and the two man come face to face, where Credible attempts to begin a war of words, but keeping to his Doctors advice, Al instead begins a war of fists....by punching Justin square in the jaw. He pounces on Credible and the youngster is shocked, not only by the ferociousness of the attack, but the fact that Al is so focused too. Jim Ross remarks that with Al's "strange" behaviour as of recently, people may have forgotten what a fundamentally good wrestler Al Snow is, but he's showing the world what he can do tonight, when he's not being distracted by his own subconscious.

Snow is doing so well in fact, that Waltman feels the need to interject himself into the match, in an effort to turn the tide....and while he does end up getting dropkicked off the apron, it does have the desired effect, because Credible is able to nail Snow with a big running knee to the back. Finally in control, Justin begins taunting his opponent, laying in stiff kicks while asking Snow...."why so quiet freak? Are the voices taking a day off? Let's see if I can wake them up".....before mounting Al and punching him repeatedly in the side of the head. While Credible isn't the worker that Snow is, he can certainly brawl a good game, especially when he has Al on the outside, where he can use both his environment....and stablemate.....to his advantage.

Unfortunately it is also to his disadvantage, because when attempting to Irish whip Snow into the steel post, Al reverses the move, pulling Credible back towards him, where he delivers a big high collar T-Bone suplex on the floor. Al doesn't immediately capitalise on Credible's pain though, stopping for a moment and clamping his hands over his ears and mouthing something inaudible to himself. He rolls his opponent back into the ring, where he delivers a wheelbarrow suplex, sitout spinebuster and a springboard moonsault for a very near fall. Snow is covering his ears, more and more often however as the match goes on....and the inaudible mouthing has become a definite whisper of "shut up, shut up, shut up" Dr. Coe jumps up from the commentary table and moves over to the side of the ring, shouting at Al to remember what he told him.....remember to......but he doesn't get to finish that thought, because Waltman is over and he nails the Doctor with a spinning heel kick, right to the temple.

Just as Dr. Coe hits the floor, Al finally snaps, letting out a loud scream, before going off on a now very audible tirade against the voices only he can hear....clearly, holding them in was too much for him to handle. Credible recovers enough that he is able to stand back and observe the insanity at a safe distance, while biding his time, waiting for the perfect opportunity.....and just as Snow turns around, Justin plants him with a spinning implant DDT, which is enough for the three count.

Winner: Justin Credible
Rating: C

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Waltman joins Credible in the ring, and the two men stand over Snow celebrating....but the celebration is short lived, because Dr. Coe is in the ring behind them. He removes his glasses, folding them up and placing them in his top pocket, before stripping off his white jacket....apparently he's not happy about Waltman putting his hands on him. He waits for the two KLiQ members to turn around.....before running straight through them with a big double clothesline. Apparently happy enough to have gained the victory, Waltman and Credible choose to beat a hasty retreat to the back, leaving Coe to tend to Al in the ring. He helps Snow to his feet, telling him that "ok, that didn't work.....maybe in our next session we will try a more direct approach."

Rating: C+

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As Al Snow and Dr. Si Coe make their way dejected to the back, McMahon sends us to the back, for pre-recorded comments from the competitors in tonight's fatal four way Intercontinental Title match.



First Faarooq, surrounded by his Nation Brothers. He says that just like always, the "man" is trying to stack the deck against Faarooq....but there's a reason that he is the WWF Intercontinental Champion....and that reason is because whether against one man or three.....Nation at ringside or not, it doesn't matter....because Faarooq IS the Nation of Domination....Faarooq IS the Intercontinental Champion....and Faarooq will STILL be the Intercontinental Champion when tonight is done.....



.....next is Ahmed Johnson. He says that for the last three months he has been chasing the Intercontinental Championship, and for three months he's been screwed one way or another...well tonight, there is no Nation at ringside to save Faarooq's ass.....Helmsley is going to get that silver spoon rammed up his.....and Marc Mero? Well Ahmed beat Mero this week on Monday Night Raw, so you know he can do it again......



......speaking of Mr. Silver Spoon, he's on next, along with the ravishing Sunny. He says that tonight is the night he's been waiting for since he entered the WWF. He's been asking for an Intercontinental title shot for months....and now that he's finally got it, there is nothing.....NOTHING.....that he won't do to ensure victory.......



......and finally Mero, who says that he may be the newcomer around here, but that's not going to mean that he won't come out with the gold, because all it will take is one left hand jab and you'll be looking at the next World Wrestling Federation Intercontinental Champion.

Rating: B+

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It's Intercontinental Championship time here at In Your House....and Faarooq has a huge job on his hands if he wants to walk out of here tonight with his Intercontinental Championship in tact. The man who's been calling for a shot at this title for the last five months, Hunter Hearst Helmsley is out first, along with the beautiful Sunny....who, unlike the Nation of Domination, is not barred from ringside for this one. Mero is out next to a decent pop, followed by Ahmed to a more than decent pop, it's clear who the crowd are rooting for this evening. Faarooq makes his entrance last, as the champion should....and it strikes as an odd look to see the Intercontinental Champion walking to the ring alone.

The match gets underway and immediately these four men pair off, with Ahmed and Faarooq continuing their ongoing feud, while Helmsley and Mero pick up where they left off at last months In Your House. The commentators inform us that the rules of this fatal four way are a little different than your average Championship match, because while it's not a street fight per say, due to the one fall to a finish rule, there are no count outs, no disqualifications, there must be a winner either by pinfall or submission......which as Lawler points out, means not only can Faarooq lose his title without even being involved in the finish...but he also loses his champions advantage, because there is absolutely no way that he can intentionally save his title by getting disqualified or counted out.....McMahon questions why that would be a bad thing.

Helmsley and Mero remain in the ring, while Ahmed and Faarooq find themselves battling on the floor....which is probably for the best....Ahmed is a much better brawler than he is a wrestler and for all the aerobatic high spots he can do, sometimes it's more impressive to watch him spinebuster a sumbitch right there on the floor.....which is exactly what he does to Faarooq. Usually when he's on the outside, the Intercontinental Champion has a sea of Nation members to run both offence and distraction for him....but right now it's just him and Ahmed....and its Ahmed all the way. Faarooq even finds himself clotheslined over the safety rail, where Johnson follows him and the two continue their battle in the crowd.

Meanwhile Hunter and Mero are having a much more back and forth....and far less brawl based battle in the ring. Helmsley is still seething over Mero putting an end to his undefeated streak and is attempting to inflict his revenge in the ring. Mero however didn't beat Helmsley by fluke and is showing that right here, putting on another good showing. Lawler remarks on commentary that Ahmed and Faarooq might want to stop fighting in the crowd and get back to the ring, because either one of these two men could pick up the win in their absence and there would be nothing they could do about it.

Hunter backs Mero into the corner and delivers a series of European Uppercuts, before whipping his opponent hard into the opposite turnbuckles, following in with a big corner clothesline. Helmsley indicates that it's all over, as he drags Mero to his feet, looking to position him for the Pedigree....but it's far too close to the ropes and anyone that's ever watched a wrestling match knows what's coming next.....Mero powers himself to a standing position, backdropping Hunter all the way over the top rope.....and onto Ahmed and Faarooq, who have finally arrived back at ringside.

Mero assesses the trio, who are stumbling over each other to get to their feet and decides it's time to fly, taking a running start and propelling himself over the top rope with a 180 degree splash that takes out all three of his opponents. All four men remain on the outside and now it's time for Hunter and Mero to join in on the brawl. Chaos ensues as each man battles the other in an attempt to weaken someone long enough to roll them back into the ring and sneak a pinfall, but when they do finally make it back between the rope, every single pin attempt is broken up. Helmsley and Mero simultaneously send Ahmed and Faarooq to the floor with a clothesline a piece, before turning their attention back to each other. The Intercontinental Champion and Ahmed Johnson wind up battling all the way up the aisle way until they reach the set at the top, a large wooden representation of a House, with KLiQ inspired graffiti sprayed all over it. Faarooq attempts to whip Ahmed into the wall of the house, but Johnson reverses it, and it's the leader of the Nation that hits hard.....not as hard as he's hit a few seconds later though, because while Faarooq is still propped up against the wall of the house set, Ahmed comes running with a full head of steam and spears him straight through the wall, leaving both men down and out.

Back in the ring, and Mero has Helmsley on the ropes. He's hitting him with everything in his arsenal and McMahon says that with Johnson and Faarooq both currently incapacitated, this is the perfect time to pick up the victory. Helmsley tries to connect with a DDT attempt, but Mero slips out and......BANG......nails that quick left jab out of nowhere. Helmsley is down and out and Mero makes the cover.....we have a new Intercontinental Champion!!!!!

Or we would have done, had Helmsley not been so close to the ropes that Sunny was able to reach in and place her clients foot on the bottom rope for him. Mero is frustrated, but he still has one more card to play, as he drags Hunter to the middle of the ring and heads up top. Jim Ross tells us that Mero has been perfecting a Shooting Star Press and should he hit it, that will be all......except he doesn't hit it.........



........because we have company. Justin Credible and Sean Waltman to be more precise.....who come charging down to the ring. Credible clips Mero's legs, causing him to land crotch first on the top turnbuckle, where Waltman climbs up to meet him, delivering a wicked looking superplex. Helmsley drags Mero to his feet.......Pedigree......Pinfall......and this time we really do have a New Intercontinental Champion.

Winner: .....and NEW WWF Intercontinental Champion.....Hunter Hearst Helmsley
Rating: B

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Credible collects the intercontinental Championship from the timekeeper, while Waltman hands both Helmsley and Sunny a now familiar looking black and white shirt. The smiling duo quickly don their new attires, with Sunny being over heard telling Hunter that it looks like he DID know what he had to do after all. Credible hands Hunter the Gold Belt, which he cradles as tightly as a new born baby, before the fearsome foursome embrace in the ring, and we go to a commercial for tonight's sponsor, Milton Bradley's Karate Fighters.

Rating: B-

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There's a brief promo package before this match, basically explaining Phatu and Yokozuna's transformation to Rikishi and Kokina, as well as the brief history that leads up to this one, before we hear the same oriental style opening that we heard a few weeks back, that morphs into a more Samoan sounding theme as the two (large) men who have christened themselves the Sons of Samoa make their way to the ring. The lights go out for the arrival of Kane and Mankind, but only briefly, because as the two men walk out, the fire explodes from the corner posts and that crimson light bathes the arena in red.

This was was never going to be a technical masterclass considering the participants involved....nor did anyone expect it to be....what they expected were three big hosses and one maniac beating the hell out of each other, and that's exactly what they got. Rikishi and Kokina gelled pretty well as a team from the get go, but considering (as the commentary team inform us) that they are actually related, that shouldn't come as a surprise.....Kane and Mankind however were on another level, they worked so well as a team you would think their surnames were Morton and Gibson.....Mankind Morton.....better than Mankind the Mutilator I suppose.....

.....anyway, what that meant, was that despite the low expectations, this was actually a very good tag team contest. The S.o.S started strong, using those hard Islander skulls to rock their opponents, with Kokina even managing to take the Big Red Monster Kane off his feet with a huge belly to belly suplex. Eventually though the deranged duo were able to isolate Rikishi. Mankind spent a lot of time on the floor, punishing Rikishi with his rather unorthodox move set, including that elbow drop from the second rope, all the way down to the floor. Arguably both Mankind and Rikishi could have been counted out but the intimidating stare of Kane was enough to ensure a veryyyyy slow count from the official.

Rikishi was finally able to claw his way over to his corner, tagging in Kokina, who came into the match....well not quite like a house of fire, he's not exactly swift on his feet after all......lets just say that Kokina came into the match. He crushed the life out of Mankind in the corner, before turning his attention back to Kane, who has been somewhat of a thorn in his side since Wrestlemania. He slams the monster down, before delivering a hefty leg drop, but surprisingly (and reminiscent of the Undertaker) Kane sits right back up. Rikishi rejoins the fray and not for the first time this evening we have a multi man brawl, which concludes with Mankind applying the Mandible Claw to Kokina on the outside, as Kane picks up Rikishi, delivering a huge Tombstone Piledriver, which was enough for the one, two, three.....a good showing from the Sons of Samoa, but ultimately an unsuccessful one.

Winner(s): Kane & Mankind
Rating: B

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Jim Cornette is in the ring quick as a flash, microphone in hand, always happy to hear his own voice. He says that all he's been hearing since the last In Your House....is why....why did Kane target the Undertaker....why such animosity.....why such rage? Cornette says that you people can keep asking, but that's not my tale to tell.....if you want the full story, then you should ask the Undertaker.....

".......except you can't.....because he ain't here......and he's not here by his own choice. Kane put a hell of a beating on the Deadman, don't get me wrong.....but he didn't give him everything....just a little taste.....nowhere near enough to keep him out for this length of time....it's been three weeks and no one has seen.....no one has heard.....no one knows, where the Deadman is.....he's staying away willingly.....and its all because of this man (slaps the chest of Kane) right here........"

Just then the lights flicker, the video stream switches to static and a plume of smoke begins to billow out from under the ring.....not that is phases the trio in the ring even slightly. Cornette says that the Undertakers little parlour tricks aren't going to scare Kane and Mankind....he says that the mind games and scare tactics only work on the easily intimidated.....the worried.....the afraid....."these two men WANT you to come back Undertaker.....they relish it.....they need it......so flash your lights, blow your smoke.......you can pack the gates of hell into one of your little caskets and wheel the whole lot down to this ring with you for all they care.....just come back, so Kane can finish what he started."

Rating: B-

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We go to the back, where Dok Hendrix is standing by with the Hart Foundation and the Lose Cannon Brian Pillman. Dok begins by asking Brian how he is feeling after this vicious attack at the hands of the KLiQ on Raw. Pillman says that he's battered....he's bruised.....he's beat up.....but he's still here.......he's still here, because tonight, he will finally get to witness two things.....the first, will be happening in a few minutes, when Bret "The Hitman" Hart walks down to that ring and shows Steve Austin, that when it comes to straight wrestling, this man here is the best there is, the best there was and the best there ever will be.....and that's all I need Austin to know Dok, that's all I need.....for Steve to finally realise, that he is never going to be "the man" as long as he keeps up this charade....as long as he keeps playing this character.....he's no longer the Ringmaster by name, we freed him of that, me and Piper.....now I just have to make him believe.....believe that Steve Austin, the real Steve Austin.....that stone cold b#####d that I know so well, is all he needs to be to burn a path of destruction through the World Wrestling Federation like never before......and the second thing I'm here to witness? Is to watch my good friend Owen Hart, wipe that s##t eating grin off the face of Shawn Michaels and The KLiQ.....when he takes that WWF Championship back to Calgary.

Bret speaks next, he says that if this "real" Steve Austin that Pillman keeps talking about, is really such a destructive force, then he's not sure why Brian would WANT to unleash him, but then Pillman has always danced to the beat of his own drum....Bret says that Austin is a good wrestler.....and on his day, could probably out wrestle most people here in the WWF.....but today isn't his day....and he's not facing "most people".....he's getting in there with the best there is, the excellence of execution.....and the Hitman is going to take him to school.

Owen speaks next.....saying that tonight will finally be the night when everything comes crashing down for the KLiQ.....they might have added a new member....but that won't matter....because Owen is finally going to achieve his dream.....make his family.....his big brother....proud.....when he takes the one thing away from Shawn Michaels that he was willing to sell his soul and turn his back on all his fans for.....and that's the World Wrestling Federation Championship.

Rating: B

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It's time now for what could potentially be the "wrestling" match of the night.....because there is probably nobody more technically sound in the WWF than Bret Hart....and Steve Austin, despite Brian Pillman's insistence....is genuinely one of the best wrestlers here in the World Wrestling Federation. The two men make their entrances and come face to face in the ring. There's a few moments of jaw jacking before this pair finally lock up. Austin catches Hart in a head lock, which the Hitman is able to reverse into a standing hammer lock, which in turn Steve is able to counter into a hammer lock of his own. Bret reaches between his legs, hooking the ankle of Austin, pulling him to the mat and applying a single leg lock. Steve manages to wriggle and spin his way out of it. The two go to lock up again, but Bret ducks under, goes back to back with his opponent and catches a back slide pinfall attempt that takes Austin by surprise. Austin kicks out at two, but Hart catches him again, this time with a small package......and then when Austin kicks out of that, a school boy roll up. Steve kicks out again, but is visibly annoyed, rolling to the outside to compose himself.

Austin gets back into the ring and Hart invites him to lock up again. Austin accepts and again we have a series of submission based holds and reversals, only this time it's Austin who comes out on top, with the Hitman rolling to the floor to escape a Million Dollar Dream attempt. Bret applauds Austin's offence, realising that he has a match on his hands here. Hart climbs back into the ring and the two men lock up again.....once more Austin manages to hook in a headlock but Bret backs him against the ropes and uses the momentum to push Steve off, who rebounds off the opposite side, straight into a hard shoulder block by the Hitman that knocks him down. A series of arm drags later and again Austin finds himself locked in an arm bar. McMahon says that if you neutralise Steve Austin's arm, you take away his ability to apply the Million Dollar Dream, which shows the Hitman's game plan here. Stuck and with nowhere else to go, Austin pulls on the Hitman's hair with his one free arm, before raking the eyes to free himself.

With his vision temporarily compromised, Hart doesn't see the bug clothesline that lays him out coming and Austin is on the attack in an instant, unleashing a number of un-technical stomps to the back of Harts head. Steve has clearly had enough of chain wrestling the Hitman, looking for a more impact based mode of attack. Hart is on the receiving end of a series of moves by Austin.....wrestling moves, but you can see the cracks begin to show as the match progresses and he is unable to put the Hitman away, because Austin relays on more and more cheap shots and dirty tricks to retain the advantage. Steve whips Bret sternum first into the corner, following that up with two of Harts signature moves, the Russian Leg Sweep, followed up by an elbow from the middle rope. That earns Austin a near fall, but Hart still has plenty of fight left in him.

Hart slowly fights off the attack of Austin and attempts an Irish whip, but Steve is able to reverse it and on the rebound catches Hart, lifting him up and dropping him throat first on the top rope with a Stun Gun that very nearly gains him the victory. Austin tells the crowd that it's all over.....and he's going to embarrass the so called excellence of execution by putting him away with his own move. He drags Hart to the centre of the ring and takes a hold of his legs.....it looks like he's going to attempt the Hart's signature Sharpshooter, but before he can turn the Hitman over, Hart pulls his opponent down, again gaining a near fall with a small package. Austin is irate and charges at the Hitman, but Hart sidesteps it, sending his opponent crashing through the ropes and down to the floor.

Seeing his opponent down, Bret takes a page out of his brothers playbook, choosing to take to the air, slingshotting himself over the top rope, crashing down onto Austin at ringside. All semblance of a wrestling match goes out of the window as the pair begin to brawl on the outside, Hart takes a trip into the steel steps, while Austin is the recipient of a back drop onto the floor. Both men manage to make it back into the ring before the ten count and continue their battle between the ropes, where they both manage to gain near falls, which is when we have a visitor at ringside.....



......it's Double J, Jeff Jarrett, who apparently wants to have words with Mr. Hart. He gets up onto the apron, where he proceeds to tell the Hitman that he is sick and tired of hearing Hart run down his good name.....he tells Bret that at some point soon, he's going to shut his mouth once and for all. Hart argues back, telling Jarrett that if the yellow streak down his back gets any longer it'll have Dorothy and the Tin Man walking down it looking for Oz. (no, not Kevin Nash) The official has seen enough and turns his attention to Jarrett, ordering him off the ring apron.....which is exactly when Austin kicks Hart hard, down low.....right in the family dungeon. Bret doubles over in pain and Steve drops him with that Sitout Jawbreaker that he used on the Bulldog a few weeks back.....and could have probably got the pin, had the official still not been dealing with Jarrett. Austin turns and punches Jarrett in the face, knocking him to the floor and telling him to "stay outta my damn business" before returning his attention to the Hitman. He doesn't make the cover though, instead saying that he's going to put his opponent to sleep. Austin spent too long with Jarrett however, because when he bends over to lift Hart to his feet, the Hitman catches him in yet another small package.....this one however surprised Austin enough that the official was able to register a three count, this one is over.

Winner: Bret Hart
Rating: B+

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Bret's music starts to play and the Hitman rolls to the outside where Jarrett is......Double J however has other ideas and rolls into the ring to escape the Hitman, who makes a chicken motion with his arms before heading back up the aisle way. Jarrett screams at Hart that he ain't no chicken, before telling the crowd the same thing.....he turns around to inform the official that he's no chicken......which is when Austin drops him with that Sitout Jawbreaker, before flipping him the bird and heading to the back as well.

Rating: B+

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To the back we go again, this time Dok (who's had a lot of promo work to do with Mr. Perfect otherwise occupied) is standing by with the WWF Tag Team Champions, Rick and Scott, the Steiner Brothers. He tells them that the time is finally here for Scott Hall and Kevin Nash....and the KLiQ have made it clear that the WWF Tag Titles are firmly in their sights. Rick says that it doesn't matter what they think is in their sights.....because what's really in their sights, is my fist, hitting right in their eyeball. Scott continues, saying that for months now, Nash, Hall and the rest, they've been running around here, throwing their weight about, picking on the little guys......well we're not little guys.....look at my arms.....they're big.....and we don't get thrown around.....we do the throwing......Nash, Hall.....KLiQ.....get ready, because the Steiner Brothers are coming to kick your ass.

After that stellar interview the Steiner's head off to prepare for their entrance, as Dok sends us back to ringside.

Rating: B-

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The Tag Team Titles are on the line and this should be a physical one folks. The KLiQ have made no secret of their desire to take the Championship Gold away from the Steiner Brothers......and the Steiner Brothers have made no secret of the fact that they want to do nothing more than kick the KLiQ's collective rears. Hall and Nash are out first....and surprisingly (much like Waltman earlier) alone.....although when you're seven feet and only a few inches she of seven feet respectively, how much back up do you realistically need. The Steiner Brothers make their way out next, with Rick barking his way to the ring. They get about halfway down the aisle before they stop, remove their championship belts and run the remainder of the way.....there's no time to waste here, they just want a piece of the KLiQ.

The bell has barely rung before these four behemoths start swinging fists at each other, Rick going for Hall while Scott lays straight into Nash. Jim Ross remarks that despite the Steiner Brothers great amateur history, he doesn't think we are going to see too many arm bars or take downs in this one, it's going to be physical and it's going to be hard hitting......"and neither team would want it any other way" the King retorts. Surprisingly given the size of the KLiQ contingent here, the Steiner's appear to have the upper hand in the opening part of this contest.....but the thing that the Steiner's will find hard, Ross says, is accounting for the size of their opponents......Rick and Scott are used to having the upper hand, both in power and mass.....and their move set shows that......"but I don't think God himself would be able to turn Kevin Nash upside down for that Frankensteiner."

The official finally managed to restore some semblance of order and we finally have the two legal men, that being Scott and Nash, alone in the ring....and while Scott may struggle to hit the Frankensteiner on the big man, he has no trouble whatsoever in nailing him with a big Steinerline. Rick and tag into the match, only for Hall to get taken for a ride with a big overhead belly to belly. Steiner bounces off the ropes, looking for a repeat of his brothers earlier Steinerline, but he gets hit with a big knee to the back courtesy of Nash, which causes him to stumble into Halls waiting grip, who proceeds to toss him like a sack of s##t.....and just like that, the KLiQ take control of the contest.

Scott can only look on from the apron as Hall and Nash take their time dismantling his brother.....and they do so effectively. Neither man is ever in the ring for long enough to become fatigued, with each man coming in, hitting some big moves and then rapidly tagging out. Nash is slow and methodical, using his size to his advantage, choking Steiner in the corner with the heel of his boot, side slams.....he even busts out a strolling (because Nash doesn't run) Powerslam....where as Hall wears the man out. He uses Irish whips and back body drops to knock the wind out of the elder Steiner brother. Hall tosses Rick to the outside, where he bounces his skull off the ring steps, before running him into the corner post, followed up straight away with a belly to back suplex on the floor. If the Titles hadn't been on the line, we may well have seen the KLiQ pick up a count out victory here, but knowing that Pinfall or Submission is the only way to take the titles home, Hall rolls Steiner back into the ring and tags out to Nash.

Nash comes into the ring and goes back to work.....he gets a near fall after dropping Steiner face first on to the turnbuckle with the Snake Eyes, and then knocks Rick down so hard with a big boot that Scotty has to rush in to break up the pinfall. Nash smirks at the crowd and drops the straps on his top, signalling for the Jackknife, but as he positions Rick for the move, Scott, sensing the match AND the Tag Titles slipping away, again rushes the ring and nails Big Sexy with a hard Steinerline, that gives Rick enough breathing space to finally drag himself over to his corner and make the tag.

Scott is fully rested and has plenty of aggression to let out, which he does at the expense of both the KLiQ members. Hall runs into the fray, but gets tossed with an overhead belly to belly.....Nash swings a number of right hands, but each one is dodged and countered with a right hand of his own, eventually backing Big Sexy into the corner, where Scott mounts the turnbuckles to give the mandatory ten punches of doom as the crowd counts along. Steiner catches glimpse of Hall stalking up on him from behind and leaps from the middle top, spinning around in mid air and delivering a diving Steinerline to the Bad Guy. Nash advances from the corner, but Scott catches him with a dropkick to the leg that drops the giant to one knee, giving Steiner the opportunity to nail him with a bulldog.....Scott Steiner is on fire here. Rick re-enters the fray, meaning that Scott no longer has to focus his attention on both KLiQ members, because his brother tackles Nash to the outside, leaving the two Scott's alone in the ring.

Hall fares no better on his own against Scotty than he did a moment ago with his partners help. Steiner is tossing him around the ring like a man possessed.....unfortunately, while hitting the Bad Guy with a spinning belly to belly, Halls left foot connects with the official, knocking him down and out. Nash at ringside soon notices that the referee is down and out.....and taking advantage of the lack of enforcer, he drops to his knees and lifts Rick Steiner almost out of his boots with a vicious low blow, before dragging the man over to the Spanish Commentary table, where he Jackknifes the hell out of him, straight through the wood. With Rick down and out, buried under the wreckage of wood and television monitors, Nash reaches under the ring, pulling out a baseball bat. He slides into the ring, behind Scotty, who has Hall positioned for a double underhook suplex.....and waffles him right in the back of the head.

Hall pulls himself back to his feet and picks the prone body of Scott Steiner up, with Nash's assistance he lifts Steiner's muscular frame up and then plants him to the mat with the Razors Edge. Nash pulls the referee over.....and one very slow three count later, we have new WWF Tag Team Champions.

Winner(s): ......and NEW WWF Tag Team Champions......The KLiQ
Rating: A

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Following that despicable display, we head to the back, where Chris Jericho thought he was going to be interviewed by Dok Hendrix.....its Marlena however, who is stood waiting for him....gold microphone and all. Jericho checks his surroundings, no doubt expecting another sneak attack, but Marlena tells him not to worry, The Bizarre One isn't here tonight, he's in the studio, putting the final touches on his latest masterpiece. Jericho says he doesn't know what Goldusts problem is, but she can tell him this.....that's the last time that he places his hands on Chris Jericho.....because the next time he try's, HE'S going to end up on the cutting room floor. Marlena tells Lionheart that he should be flattered.....out of everyone here in the World Wrestling Federation, Goldust has chosen you....as the lead in his latest blockbuster.....he's going to make you a star. Jericho tells her that he will be there tomorrow night on Raw.....tell that wannabe director to come and find me face to face....because when I'm done with him, he'll be seeing stars.

Rating: B+

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It's time for some Light Heavyweight action now....and there's more at stake than just moving up the rankings here, Mysterio is out for revenge following a slew of sneak attacks at the hands of Hakushi, who has sprayed his green mist in the face of the little luchador on more than one occasion. Hakushi had been kind of an afterthought around here, but he's certainly gotten his name back out their with his recent actions.

The match gets underway and it's decent....but these two were always going to struggle to follow the night's opening Light Heavyweight contest, which truly was excellent....they gave it their all, but truth be known, Rey Mysterio is still a relative newcomer and Hakushi....well Hakushi just isn't that over. The action was back and forth and certainly high paced and high risk.....there was a high risk of Rey getting sprayed in the face with most again too, but tonight he was able to avoid it, leaving a wet green smear on the top turnbuckle....and Hakushi's dastardly tactics were his own downfall....because when he went up top, looking for his moonsault a few minutes later, he slipped on that same green, wet, most covered turnbuckle, crashing to the mat.....which left him wide open to a springboard splash from Mysterio, who picked up a nice Pay Per View win here at In Your House.

Winner: Rey Mysterio
Rating: C-

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We go backstage and Dok Hendrix is at the locker room door of the KLiQ, there's a lot of loud noise coming from inside. Dok knocks....but due to the noise levels he has to knock a further two times before anyone answers. Waltman finally opens the door and asks Dok what he wants.....Hendrix says he's simply looking for a word with the KLiQ ahead of tonight's World Title match. Waltman looks Dok up and down, before grabbing hold of the cameraman. He tells the interviewer that "this guy can come in.....you? You can Suck It."....before dragging the cameraman into the locker room and slamming the door shut on Hendrix's face.

The cameraman is dragged to the middle of the KLiQ's locker room, where the source of all the noise is coming from, as Hunter Hearst Helmsley is on the receiving end of a lot of hustle and bustle, jokes and general hazing. Shawn has him in a playful headlock while Hall is tussling his hair. Sunny looks on with a smile on her face, her long elegant gowns long gone, seemingly replaced with a (more familiar to her) little black number. Nash is telling Hunter that it's about time he made the call to come into the fold.

"We've been telling you for months that the shirt was here and waiting for you, all you had to do was say the word.....I guess you finally saw sense and had enough of playing the blueblood....you've always been one of the boys Hunter, it just took you a while to remember that."

Shawn releases the headlock, instead wrapping his arm around the shoulders of his close friend, before saying that "Triple H" (as he calls him....catchy, I like it) here, has never seen a silver spoon a day in his life....and as for being a blueblood? The only things blue on him, are his b###'s when he upsets this beautiful young lady right here (pointing to Sunny and laughing.) he says that the final piece of the puzzle is in place and the band if finally back together.....he says that the KLiQ is complete and like Owen Hart is going to find out next, that means bad news for the entire WWF locker room.

"Because know this.....In Your House, KLiQ Rulez.....it's not a slogan or a fancy buzzword.....it's just a god damn fact jack.....look at this right here....(points to Waltman) WWF Light Heavyweight Champion.....(Helmsley) WWF Intercontinental Champion......(Hall & Nash) WWF Tag Team Champions.....and then there's this right here (holding up the WWF Title) the richest prize in the game....the WWF World Championship.....the KLiQ holds all the gold now....and Owen Hart, believe me when I tell you that the KLiQ will still be holding all the gold, after I've kicked your teeth down your throat, in about five minutes fime.

Rating: B+

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It's time for the main event of the evening......and what a main event it's going to be....because when you've got workers of the quality of Shawn Michaels and Owen Hart in the match, you know it's going to be good....throw in a hot storyline on top of it and the crowd should eat this up. Owen makes his entrance first, with the announcers commenting that this is Hart's first World Title opportunity on Pay Per View since Summerslam 1994, when he challenged his brother Bret inside the confines of a steel cage.....Jim Ross says that Owen should make the most of this chance tonight, because if he should be unsuccessful, he's sure the KLiQ would love to make Owen wait another two years for his next shot.

The Champion is out next, surprisingly alone....but unsurprisingly full of confidence....but then I suppose when you have an entire KLiQ in the back, waiting to offer assistance should you need it, you're going to be pretty confident. He comes face to face with Hart in the middle of the ring, where he tells him that "I took this belt from your big brother......he couldn't get the job done.....what chance the runt of the litter have? Turn around and go home baby bird, before you get hurt....again"

Owen does indeed turn around....but only about half way, turning back with a snapping series of punches that back Michaels into the ropes, where he gets Irish Whipped for his troubles, with Owen hitting a spinning heel kick on the rebound that sends the Champion scurrying to the outside. Michaels slams the ring steps in frustration, taking a nine count on the floor to regain his composure before finally entering the ring. The pair lock up and Owen catches Michaels in a wrist lock. The Champion is able to reverse it, but Hart reverses it back immediately, before Michaels even has chance to apply any pressure. Looking for a cheap way out, HBK grabs Owen by the hair and yanks him to the mat.....the Challenger immediately kips up however, with the hold still applied. Michaels rakes the eyes to break the hold, clearly sick of being embarrassed, before hitting Hart with a series of back elbows. He throws Owen hard into the turnbuckles, and attempts to follow up with a splash....but Hart gets out of the way, leaving Michaels to crash chest first into the corner. The Champion stagger backwards and Owen catches him with a roll up for a close two count. HBK charges at his challenger, clearly getting frustrated, but Hart is able to sidestep him again.....sending him into the corner....again. Owen takes a run up and leaps towards Michaels, looking for a monkey flip out of the corner....but Shawn catches hold of Owens legs and picks him up, dumping him unceremoniously over the top rope and crashing down to the floor.

Michaels follows Hart to the outside, where he drives his spine into the ring post. That hurts Hart, but not as much as when he is driven shoulder first into the ring steps, re aggravating the pain that was inflicted a few weeks back when Jeff Jarrett slammed a car door on Owen. Shawn rolls in and out of the ring to break the officials count, before going back to work on the arm. He threads it round the back of the ring post, first yanking hard on the limb, slamming the shoulder into the steel, before winding up and bouncing the arm itself off the metal. He rolls Owen back into the ring, delivering a series of stomps to the arm area. Pulling the King of Harts to his feet he whips him shoulder first into the turnbuckles, followed by a side suplex. Now firmly in control the signs of frustration disappear and Michaels more usual cocky demeanour soon come back as he continues to punish his Challenger. He rolls Hart into his front and drops a series of knees to the shoulder area, before dragging him over to the edge of the ring, where he wraps Owens arm up in the ropes, wrenching back on it for extra leverage, all the way up to a four and a half count from the official.

Michaels stays on the offensive but Owen is not giving up without a fight, knowing that his brother sacrificed this shot so that he could take it.....and also knowing that he may not get another one anytime soon should he fail. Michaels nails him with a big time Piledriver, but it only draws a two count. Dragging Hart to the centre of the ring, the WWF Champion rolls his opponent on his front, before heading up to the top rope, where he flys with that patented elbow drop.....because of Owens positioning though, Michaels drives the point of his elbow into the King of Harts shoulder, instead of his normal target, the chest. Owen cries out in pain as Michaels cockily kips up, backs into the corner....and begins to tune up the band. He stomps his foot repeatedly as Owen slowly struggles to his feet, before flying across the ring and unleashing some Sweet Chin Music......but Hart blocks the kick, holding onto the foot and hitting a last ditch enzuguri of his own.

The two men both fight to their feet, where they begin trading blows. Michaels swings wildly at his opponent but Owen is able to dodge it, sending the WWF Champion over the top rope....Michaels being Michaels however, he doesn't crash to the floor, instead he skins the cat, before powering himself up and over and back into the ring......where Hart is waiting with a running clothesline, again straight over the top, but this time Shawn lands on the floor with a thud. Owen follows him outside and continues with the offence, which culminates with the WWF Champion being backdropped high into the air, landing atop of the commentary table. Hart rolls into the ring to break up the count....but from their he heads up top, perching on the top turnbuckle as the commentary team scatters in anticipation of what's coming next.....because what came next was Owen taking flight, all the way down to ringside, crashing through Michaels and the table on route with a big splash.

It takes to a count of nine, but Hart finally rolls in and back out of the ring again, breaking the count.....he really had no other choice because Michaels hasn't moved from the wreckage and doesn't look like he would have without help. Owen knows the only way to win this one is by count out or submission.....and should this match have been contested under falls count anywhere rules, me may well have had a new Champion right now, but it's not....and we don't......instead Owen has to practically drag Shawn Michaels probe body over to the ring apron, before using all of his strength to haul him back up and between the ropes. He goes for the cover, but unbelievably Michaels kicks out....barely. Owen can see the finishing line in sight though and he hooks Shawns legs, wraps him up....and turns him over in the Sharpshooter....



......which is when these two come running down to ringside. Hunter Hearst Helmsley (that's Triple H to his friends) and Sunny.....Sunny hops on the apron, distracting the official just long enough for Helmsley to reach into the ring and grab Michaels arms, pulling the Champion to the bottom rope, just as the referee turns around to see the rope break. Quick as a flash Sunny is back on the apron, giving Hunter the chance to hop into the ring, where he nails Hart with a Pedigree, while HBK pauses to regain his strength.....



......which is when Bret Hart and the British Bulldog come running to the ring. The Hitman chases Sunny from the apron, while Davey Boy drags Hunter to the outside, where the two trade blows all the way up the aisle-way, before security finally separate them and escort the pair to the back. Unfortunately it may have been a case of too little too late for the Hart Foundation.....because Owen is dazed and confused following the Pedigree from Triple H. He uses the ropes for leverage, pulling himself back to a standing position.....but all he does is position himself right for the Sweet Chin Music from Shawn Michaels. The official counts the cover......and this one is over.....the KLiQ keep the WWF Title in their possession.

Winner: .....and STILL WWF Champion.....Shawn Michaels
Rating: A

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The match is over and while Owen Hart may have come out on the losing end, he certainly has nothing to be ashamed about. The entire KLiQ hit the ring and Michaels kicks Hart to the outside, before being handed his Championship by Justin Credible. All seven KLiQ members stand side by side, arms and titles raised in celebration, while Jim Ross talks to us as the evening comes to a close.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we witnessed a true show of heart and passion.....as Owen Hart gave everything he had.....only to be cheated out of the greatest prize in the game......the KLiQ now hold in their possession, the Light Heavyweight Championship.....the Tag Team Championships.....the Intercontinental Championship.....and yes, by hook or by crook.....the WWF Championship......and you can question their methods and you can question their means.....but what you can not question.....is the fact that on this day.....at In Your House......the KLiQ....do indeed rule."

Rating: B+

Final Rating: A

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