A brand new ASPW Endgame intro rolls to brand new generic rock music and we're live from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania! The show opens up with Paul Heyman sitting at his desk.

Paul Heyman: Hello everyone and welcome to the new ASPW. I’m ASPW President, Paul Heyman. I would like to start out by thanking you, the fans. Because of your popular demand, I was able to gather up enough resource, confidence, and enthusiasm to re-surface All Star Pro Wrestling and bring you the best possible wrestling programming into your homes on a weekly basis. Now I’m sure you’re all wondering just how ASPW will crown its new champions. First, let’s start with the World Heavyweight Championship. What I, Paul Heyman, decided to do was choose the two wrestlers who I felt deserved a title shot more than anyone and have signed them to face each other in a one-on-one match at ASPW’s first PPV in many months. The first of these two participants is none other than Chris Benoit! You see, Chris Benoit has never held any championship gold in ASPW and has only received one World title shot since ASPW came into existence on January 12, 2002. Therefore, I’m more than proud to give Benoit the opportunity to gain what many would agree he deserves. And his opponent will be none other than Mike Awesome! While it is true that Mike was the CCW World Heavyweight Champion, he was only the Champion for one month before losing the title to the Undertaker. Simply put, Mike was used as nothing more than a transitional champion and all because Triple H didn’t want to job to the Undertaker at WrestleMania 2000. And not only that, but Mike has yet to receive an ASPW World Heavyweight title shot during his tenture with the company. Although, to his credit, Mike Awesome did hold the ASPW Intercontinental title for 11 months before the company went on hiatus in October of 2003. However, I can assure you that had the company not went on hiatus, that Mr. Awesome would still be the Intercontinental Champion today. And speaking of the Intercontinental Championship, I’d like to announce how that title will be decided. I have put together an 8 man single elimination tournament with the first two first round matches being held tonight and the second half of the first round being held tomorrow night at a house show in Baltimore, Maryland. Then, the semifinals will take place on ASPW Endgame in two weeks and finally the finals, which will take pace at ASPW’s return PPV. Now without any further delay, let’s get right to the action!

The camera pans through the arena of anxious fans as sirens blare over the P.A. system and that can only mean the arrival of Perry Saturn. Saturn steps out through the curtain and onto the ramp wearing torn, khaki cargo pants, no shirt, white wrist tape, and black boots. As he walks to the ring, he notices a “Saturn Sucks” sign and immediately snatches it from the fan’s hands, rips it in half and throws it on the ground. Saturn walks to the ring looking focused as the fans boo him. He slides in the ring and waits the arrival of...

“Latino Heat” hits the speakers and the fans erupt!!! Eddie Guerrero comes out...WITH NO LOWRIDER!! Eddie confidently walks to the ring as pyro goes off behind him. He walks up the steel steps and steps into the ring.

ASPW Intercontinental Title Tournament: First Round
Eddie Guerrero vs. Perry Saturn
Saturn tries to attack Eddie from behind while he’s playing to the crowd, but Eddie catches him with a hard knifeedge chop to the throat. The bell sounds as Eddie kicks Saturn and applies a headlock. Saturn pushes Eddie against the ropes and Eddie levels him with a shoulderblock. Eddie walks over to the corner, lays on the ropes, and tells him to come get him some. Saturn obliges as he charges toward the corner, but Eddie leaps over him. Eddie turns around and motions to Saturn that he can kiss his ass. Saturn charges again and Eddie lands a drop toehold, then spins 180 degrees into a front facelock. Eddie quickly releases it and slaps the back of Saturn’s head. He taunts Saturn again and lands a European uppercut to the jaw. Suddenly out of nowhere Saturn hits a nicely executed Gargoyle suplex on Eddie. Saturn grabs Eddie by the hair, lays his neck on the middle rope and begins to choke him. He breaks at the count of 4 and chokes again and once again breaks at 4. Eddie pulls himself up to his feet and Saturn knocks him down with a stuff lariat. Saturn scoops Eddie up and delivers a fierce shoulderbreaker and then stands on his forearm for a few seconds just to hear him scream in pain. Saturn applies a camel clutch but after about 25-30 seconds, Eddie refuses to quit so Saturn relinquishes the hold and stands on Eddie’s back the same way he stood on his forearm. Saturn pulls Eddie up by the hair and executes a belly-to-belly suplex. A lateral press by Saturn gets 2. Saturn hooks the far leg and gets the same. Saturn cradles Eddie for a 2. A frustrated Saturn pulls Eddie up one more time, picks him up, and Eddie gets a brainbuster for his troubles. Saturn goes up top and hits a moonsault! Saturn covers and gets 2½! Saturn thinks he got 3, but the referee clearly states that that was not the case. Saturn pounds away on Eddie’s collarbone and back, then locks on a sleeper. Eddie begins to fade as Saturn applies more pressure. The referee checks on Eddie and lifts his arm up. Eddie’s arm drops once. The referee raises it again, and again it falls making spiking the count to two. If it drops one more time, Saturn will advance! The referee raises Eddie’s arm again...and drops it...but it doesn’t go all the way down! The fans rally behind Guerrero as he pulls himself up and begins to break out of the sleeper. Eddie eventually fights his way out and runs against the ropes, but Saturn stops him dead in his tracks with a sidekick to the face! Saturn uses this opportunity to catch his breath and then gets back on the offensive by deliberately choking Eddie. He breaks it up at 4. The referee warns Saturn that if he catches him choking one more time, he’s going to disqualify him. Saturn elbows Eddie between the shoulder blades and lands some forearm shots to the kidneys. Saturn waistlocks Eddie and lands a German Suplex with a bridge but gets 2½ in another unsuccessful pin attempt. Saturn hooks Eddie from behind again and hits him with a 270 degree German Suplex! Eddie looks like he’s dazed and confused at this point. Saturn runs over to Eddie and quickly applies the Rings of Saturn!! Eddie screams in pain, but refuses to submit! Eddie uses his leg strength to move closer to the ropes as Saturn applies more pressure! Eddie has to feel as if his arms being ripped out of the socket right now! Eddie moves his right leg around in hopes that he’ll be lucky enough to get it under the bottom rope, but to no avail! Eddie again slowly pulls himself closer to the ropes and moves his legs around. This time he does get his right leg hooked underneath the bottom rope somehow and the referee orders Saturn to break the hold! He begrudgingly does so and immediately covers Eddie. Eddie gets his foot on the bottom rope just before three. Saturn pulls a limp and hurt Eddie Guerrero to his feet and whips him to the far corner of the ring, Saturn charges in with a head full of steam looks for an avalanche or maybe a running clothesline, but Eddie gets his foot up in the nick of time! Eddie comes out of the corner with bulldog! Eddie and Saturn both get to their feet and Eddie sends Saturn right back down to the mat with a standing dropkick! Armdrag by Guerrero, followed by a sweep and a lateral press for 2! Eddie’s has be reaching deep down to get his second wind! Eddie runs against the ropes and catch Saturn with a leg lariat! Another lateral press by Eddie gets two! One has to think that Eddie’s trying to use his speed and agility to tire Saturn out. Eddie lands some fierce knees to the ribcage, then picks Saturn up in a vertical suplex position and comes down hard with a brainbuster! Eddie covers and hooks the near leg, but Saturn gets his foot on the bottom rope just before 2! Now Eddie partially knows the frustration that Saturn’s been feeling throughout the majority of this match. Eddie steps out onto the apron and hits the somersualt senton on Saturn. Eddie covers, but Saturn gets his foot on the ropes just before 3 again! Eddie picks Saturn up and slams in the middle of the ring. He signals that he’s going up top! Eddie ascends the turnbuckles and leaps off the top for the Frog Splash....but Saturn moves out of way!!! Move men, writhing in pain, somehow manage to get to their feet. Saturn kicks Eddie and nails an Asai Moonsault off the middle rope that sends both guys back down to the mat. Saturn manages to quickly pop back up and nail a running kneelift that catches Eddie right in the temple! Saturn covers and gets two. He slams Eddie in the middle of the ring and goes up top for a splash and this time Eddie moves out of the way! Both men eventually get back to a vertical base and Eddie gets some offense in by nailing Saturn in the ribs with knee strikes. Eddie hooks Saturn and lands a vertical suplex! Eddie hangs on and hits a second vertical suplex and still continues to hang on and hits a third! Eddie wastes no time in going up top once again and dives off attempting the Frog Splash on Saturn and this time it CONNECTS!!!! Eddie, with his last ounce of energy, drapes his arm over Saturn’s torso and gets the long three count!!
Winner: Eddie Guerrero

Eddie, still laying down on the mat trying to catch his breath and recover his strength, gets his hand raised in victory. Eddie drags himself up to his feet via the ropes and helps Saturn up to his. Eddie offers a handshake to Saturn, but Saturn declines. Then sticks his hand out, as he wants to be the one offer the sign of respect. Eddie accepts as the crowd gives both men a well-deserved standing ovation. Eddie will now move on to face the winner of tonight’s main event in the semifinals of the tournament in two weeks on ASPW Endgame.

Paul Heyman is shown sitting in a chair backstage drinking coffee. His relaxation is annoyingly interrupted when he gets he tapped on the shoulder by...Jeff Hardy?!?!

Paul Heyman: Well I haven’t seen you in a while. So, what have you been doing these past two years, Jeff?

Jeff Hardy: Can it, Heyman!! I’m not here for small talk! I’m here for a contract! I’ve been out of a job for the past two years ever since you fired me and Matt after we lost the tag team titles to the Midnight Express! And you didn’t even have the freakin’ decency to give us a rematch! So, I’m demanding that you have me sign an ASPW contract right now!

Paul Heyman: “...”

Paul Heyman: No, seriously, what are you here for?

Jeff grabs Paul by the shirt.

Jeff Hardy: I want a contract!!!

Paul Heyman: Get your hands off me! If you want a contract, then you’re going have to earn one by winning a match tonight! Don’t worry, Jeff. I have a very special opponent already lined up just for you. Just sign here.

Jeff signs the bottom half of the contract to the match as Heyman, wisely, covers the rest of it up.

Paul Heyman: Now get goin’ to the ring! I don’t have all day you know!

Jeff angrily begins to walk toward the ring as we take you to The Coach!

Johnathan Coachman: As you all should know by now, I’m The Coach and I’m standing here with one of the greatest athletes in professional wrestling history, Christian!

Christian: Don’t you mean “THE greatest”, Coach?

Johnathan Coachman: Christian, you are just too awesome for your own good! *Coach gives Christian a high five* Now Christian, I understand that you took time out of your busy schedule to visit a sick child who was dying of cancer via the Make-A-Wish Foundation.

Christian: That’s right, Coach. In all seriousness, when it comes to making a dying child’s dream come true, there’s nothing in the world that I wouldn’t do in order to make that special event in that youngster’s life happen.

Johnathan Coachman: And as a matter of fact, I understand that you brought a cameraman with you to capture the heart-warming event on film for all to see.

Christian: I certainly did, because I’m tired of people calling wrestlers “stupid brutes with no compassion”! Well, this should silence all the critics! Take a look!

The camera shows a 10 year old boy resting in bed and pans over to a nurse opening the door. The nurse walks over to the boy and wakes him up.

Nurse: Timmy, you have a special visitor who wants to see you.

Timmy: Oh boy!

The nurse motions to the person behind the door.

Nurse: Come on in.

Christian: WHAT’S UP TIIIMMMAAAYYY?!!?

Timmy: Hey, you’re not Michael Jord...

Christian puts his hand over the kid’s mouth.

Christian: Don’t worry ma’am. Just leave it to me! I’ll make sure that this is the best celebrity visit Timmy ever has!

Christian walks up to the nurse.

Christian: And, hey, the next time you have the night off, drop me a line. My phone number’s on my license plate!

The nurse rolls her eyes and leaves the room.

Christian: So, Timmy, how ya been?

Timmy: Good.

Christian: That’s great, man.

Christian sees an object sitting on a table.

Christian: What’cha got here, dude? A Playstation 2?

Timmy: Boy, I sure do! I played Soul Calibur 2 for a whole hour this morning!

Christian: Mind if I play ya in a few matches?

Timmy: Sure!!

Christian: I gotta tell ya though, I’m not really good at this game.

They play a match, and Christian purposely lets the kid win.

Timmy: Oh boy!! I won!! Looks like I’m better than you!

Christian: *in mock voice* Oh boy I won, nyah nyah nyah. All right, all right, this time we play for real. Ready?

Timmy: Yeah!

Christian beats the poor sap six rounds in a row.

Christian: “Children of the future”, my ass! I’m the future!! And you have the privilege of telling all your little retarded and dyslexic friends that Christian came to your hospital room and beat you senseless in Soul Calibur 2!!!!!!

Timmy: I don’t feel so good..

Christian: Yeah, yeah, whatever, quit making excuses and get back to playing.

Timmy: Would you call a nurse please?

Christian: *sigh* All right, all right. (Christian turns on the intercom.) Nurse? Yes, you’re needed in room 25A...

Christian: Because Timmy is getting his ass WHOOPED and I need a witness!!

Suddenly the kid passes out. Christian looks to his right and notices that Timmy’s life line is almost flat.

Christian: Oh, crap! Uh...doctor?! Doctor! Someone...anyone...get in here! This kid needs some help!

Doctors and nurses rush to the scene and bring Timmy back to consciousness. They exit the room, leaving Christian to continue his visit.

Christian: Hey, dude. You all right?

Timmy: I’m...

Christian: A punk kid who can’t beat Christian? Yeah, I agree.

Timmy: I don’t wanna play anymore! You’re mean!

Christian suddenly looks upset and concerned.

Christian: Timmy, I’m sorry. I’ve acted like a real jerk. And hey, you know what? I really believe deep down that you’re gonna beat this cancer thing and that you’re gonna come out of this hospital better than ever and go on to achieve things that you’re only dreaming of right now.

Timmy: Really?

Christian: SHIT NO, MAN! YOUR SORRY ASS AIN’T GOT A CHANCE IN HELL!!! THANKS FOR THE PLAYSTATION 2!! I’M SURE ALL THE BOYS WILL LOVE IT!! CHRISTIAN IS OUTTA HERE!

Christian leaves with the kid’s Playstation 2 and slams the door behind him.

Timmy: Wrestling sucks anyway.

Christian comes back in the room.

Christian: Whoops! Can’t forget the memory card! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

The camera cuts back to Christian and Coach laughing hysterically.

Johnathan Coachman: Man, Christian, it took a pure heart of gold in order to do something like that! You’re the greatest!

Christian: I know, Coach, I know. Hey, I have an idea! Let’s go play Soul Calibur 2!

Coach and Christian leave laughing and talking about how great Christian is.

The camera cuts to live action as Jeff Hardy is standing in the ring awaiting his opponent. Paul Heyman appears on the Titan Tron.

Paul Heyman: So, Jeff, you want to wrestle in ASPW, huh? Well unless you can prove to me that you’re worth the investment, you’ll never step foot inside another ASPW ring ever again! Now without any further ado, let me introduce you the person who you’ll have to defeat in order to get your contract...

The lights go out turning the inside of the arena pitch black. Suddenly a sound of an organ playing can be heard throughout the arena. A huge explosion goes off at the top of the entrance way as “Slow Chemical” by Finger Eleven plays over the PA system. Paul Bearer steps through the entrance with an urn hoisted high in the air and then seemingly out of the mouth of Hell itself walks Kane with his hands and ankles bound together by iron shackles and surrounded by arena security guards and local police officers. Kane, led by Paul Bearer, walks to the bottom of the ramp and stops to let one of the police officers nervously and cautiously unlock the shackles. The shackles come off as Kane slightly turns his head to glare at the policemen and security guards who have their tasers outstretched and ready to use at the push of a button. Paul Bearer holds the urn in front of Kane’s face to momentarily calm him down. Kane steps onto the apron, over the top rope and into the ring. Jeff Hardy, meanwhile, is petrified with fear as the look on his face indicates that he’d just love to get the heck out of the ring right now. But it’s too little, too late.

Jeff Hardy vs. Kane
The bell rings and Kane nails Jeff with a big boot to the face. He pulls a laid out Jeff Hardy ¾ of the way up by the throat and glares into his eyes before picking him up and laying him out with a huge chokeslam for the academic three count.
Winner: Kane

After Kane is announced the winner, Paul Bearer slides a chair in the ring and tells Kane to finish him off. Kane scoops Jeff off the mat and drills him with a Tombstone on the chair. Kane stands over Jeff’s seemingly lifeless body and ignites his pyro. Bearer holds the urn in front of Kane’s face as he gets out of the ring, thus allowing enough time for a couple of police officers to lock the shackles back onto Kane’s wrists and ankles. After Bearer pulls the urn back down, Kane tries to snap the shackles in half but to no avail. Kane goes to the back surrounded by stungun-laden officers and security guards with Paul Bearer in tow.

Meanwhile Paul Heyman is shown in is office/dressing room, watching what went down with a smile on his face.

Paul Heyman: Well, that takes care of the Human Paintbrush! Now onto more important matters...

Heyman takes a seat at his desk.

Paul Heyman: Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to personally take this time to, once again, thank each and every one of you fans for opting to bring ASPW back into your homes. And at our next Pay Per View, “Champions of Honor”, ASPW will crown four brand new champions. You already know how the World and Intercontinental Championships will be decided, but now I’d like to announce the Tag Team and Cruiserweight title matches. For the Tag Team Title match, it’s going to be The Outsiders (Scott Hall and Kevin Nash)taking on Meltdown (Wrath and Test)! And as far as the Cruiserweight title goes, I have signed Dean Malenko versus Juventud Guerrera with the winner of that match taking home the championship, in what should be a show-stealer. This has been ASPW President Paul Heyman, and I bid you all good night!

The cameras stop rolling as Heyman gets out of his chair, walks out of his office, and notices Jeff Hardy being loaded into an ambulance.

Paul Heyman: Hey! Tell ol’ what’s-his-name that if he wants to make himself useful, he can come paint my bathroom walls with his hair!

Now let’s take it to Joey Styles who’s standing by with the two men who will go one-on-one in tonight’s main event!

Joey Styles: Hello everyone! I’m Joey Styles and I’m standing in the middle of the two fantastic wrestlers who will go toe-to-toe in tonight’s main event: Owen Hart and Chris Jericho! Owen, there’s no doubt that you guys go way back.

Owen Hart: That’s right, Joey. Chris and I go all the way back to my father’s dungeon! The place where only the strong survived and Chris, you proved to me that you had what it takes to make it in this business the second you made it out of there in one piece. But as good of a wrestler as you are, I can’t guarantee that you’re going to come out of our match in one piece tonight!

Chris Jericho: Say what you want, Owen. You’re cool with Y2J and all, but tonight it’s business and when it comes to winning the Intercontinental Title, I’m not going to let anything, include you, get in my way! But no matter what happens, you can rest assure that after tonight you will never EEEEEEEEEVER beat the same AGÀIN!!

Shawn Michaels is shown walking around backstage. As he’s walking, he can’t help but to notice everybody is talking about the same thing. He walks up to a stagehand and asks what all the commotion is about.

Shawn Michaels: Excuse me, sir. What’s everyone talking about?

Stagehand: You haven’t heard? It’s about this guy named Joshua.

Shawn Michaels: Joshua?

Stagehand: Yeah and as a matter of fact, he was looking for you, but obviously he couldn’t find you and left. Before he started walking to Philadelphia, he told me...

Shawn Michaels: Wait a minute. Did you say “walking to Philadelphia”?

Stagehand: Yeah. He doesn’t drive, he doesn’t fly, he doesn’t use any form of transportation. He just walks everywhere he goes. He showed me his shoes and while they looked literally hundreds of years old, they still felt like he just bought them. Pretty amazing stuff. Anyway, he said to meet him in Phille in two weeks.

Shawn Michaels: We’re gonna be in Phille in two weeks for Endgame. I might be wrestling that night. But wrestling or not, I’ll be there.

Stagehand: He’s a mysterious, yet extraordinary, person. I hope you get to meet him because he seemed really interested in meeting you. Oh, and I thought you might like to know that before he left he bought one of your “Source of My Strength” shirts from the merchandise stand. After he bought it, he put it on, gave his salutations, and started on his way.

Shawn Michaels: Sounds like I’ll have to get in touch with this guy. Thanks for letting me know.

Shawn continued walking with a now puzzled conscience wondering why someone who was practically a total stranger would want to see him of all people.

The Y2J countdown hits the Titan Tron. As soon as it finishes, the lights go off, pyro blasts, and when the lights come back on, Chris Jericho is standing at the top of the ramp with his arms outstretched and his back facing the camera. Jericho spins around and pumps his arm a few times. Jericho gets halfway down the ramp and leans against the railing allowing the fans to swarm him. He heads toward the ring, climbs on the apron and leans against the ropes. Jericho gets in the ring and patiently waits the arrival of The Rocket.

Owen Hart’s music hits and The Rocket steps through the curtain to some awesome heel heat. Owen makes sure to walk in the center of the aisle just to be a jerk, so all the fans who have seats near the barricades can’t stick their hands out and touch him. Before entering the ring, Owen walks up to a young girl at ringside, takes his glasses off,.....and snaps them in half right in front of the girl’s face. He throws the remnants on the ground and slides in the ring.

Referee Time White motions both men to the center of the ring and goes over the rules with them. Owen backs off into his respective corner as White checks Jericho’s boots and kneepads for foreign objects. Jericho comes up clean and White walks over to Owen and inspects him. Owen also comes out of the inspection scott-free. White calls for the bell and we’re officially underway with tonight’s main event!

ASPW Intercontinental Title Tournament: First Round
Chris Jericho vs. Owen Hart
Jericho and Hart lock up to start and it goes nowhere, so they break and Owen celebrates. They lock up again and Jericho nails an armdrag followed by a standing dropkick that sends Owen to the floor. Jericho follows up with a pescado, then pulls Owen up and whips him into the steel barricade. Jericho charges but gets backdropped into the crowd. Owen rolls back in the ring and puts the boots to Jericho as soon as he enters. Owen backs Jericho into the corner with some right hands and lands a few hard chops. He armdrags Jericho out of corner and applies an armbar. Jericho rolls through, kips up, and applies a headlock. Owen reverses it into hammerlock, but Jericho quickly counters with one of his own. Owen makes his way to the ropes in order to have the hold broken. Jericho tries to get back on the offensive, but Owen stuns him with an eyepoke. Owen hits a beautiful German Suplex, but gets a two count only. Small package by Owen gets two. Jericho reverses it for two. Jericho connects with a dropkick to the knee and continues the assault on Owen’s by delivering two elbow drops. Jericho places Owens foot on the boot rope and elbow drops his knee once again. Jericho attempts a Figure Four, but Owen rolls him for a two count. Both men get back to a vertical base and Owen gets whipped into the corner. Jericho charges and connects with a running clothesline. He positions Owen on the top turnbuckle and uses the middle rope to hit a nicely executed springboard dropkick that sends Owen down to the arena floor. Jericho rolls Owen back in, slams in the center of the ring, and attempts the Lionsault but Owen is able to block it by getting his knees up just in time. Both men are down as the ref starts the ten count. Both men get up at 6 and 7 respectively and Owen nails the Enzeguri out of nowhere!! Owen covers with a lateral press which almost gets three. Now Owen goes to work on Jericho’s knee by with some hard kicks to the kneecap. Owen locks on a kneebar and uses the ropes for added leverage. White eventually sees it and has the hold broken. Jericho slowly gets to his feet and gets on the receiving end of a dragon screw legwhip from Owen. Owen attacks his knee some more and tosses him outside. Owen picks Jericho up and rams his knee against the steel ringpost! Owen rolls in and out of the ring to reset the count. He grabs Jericho, whips him into the steel steps, and rolls him back in. Owen heads up top and goes for a splash, but Jericho moves out of the way. Jericho grabs Owen’s legs and tries to lock on the Walls of Jericho but Owen is able to counter it by using all his strength to try to prevent it. Then suddenly, as Jericho (who is using all of his strength to turn Owen over) is about to apply the hold, Owen relaxes. This causes Jericho to lose his balance shift to the side and at that split second, Owen uses all of his strength once again to shove him off and escape. Owen is the first to get to a vertical base and he lands a dropkick Jericho’s knee in revenge for what Jericho did to his knee earlier in the match. Owen schooboys Jericho and hooks the tights, but gets two. Owen drives his ‘good’ knee into Jericho’s injured knee twice and lands an elbow drop. Owen sets Jericho up for the Sharpshooter, but Jericho is able to but some time by nailing Owen with punches and cradling him up for a 2 count. Owen picks Jericho and powerbombs him in the center of the ring, and immediately takes a second chance at the Sharpshooter. Jericho is too worn down to prevent it and Owen locks it on! Jericho uses all the strength he has left in him to pull himself toward the ropes, but Owen drags him back to the center of the ring and applies more pressure. Jericho can’t take the pain anymore and finally taps out!
Winner: Owen Hart

Owen gets his hand raised in victory and exits the ring. As he walks down the aisle. He looks into the camera and claims that the Intercontinental Title is as good as his and that Eddie Guerrero is nothing more than a stepping stone. Owen walks through the curtain to a chorus of boos and with his arms raised in the air.

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