BARLOW: We'll also bring you more information about Revolution, which is coming soon on Pay-Per-View, as well as more great action! But right now we're ready for a defense of what is probably the most hotly contested singles belt right now, in the World Television Championship. REGENT: Jean-Pierre Vachon has defended this belt against a wave of challengers of late, like Haron Atkinson, Greg Roberts, and Dan Kauffman. Tonight, the war of words he's had with Lord Byron finally carries over into the ring! I'm really looking forward to this one. Vachon's gotten a little soft. He's got the fans cheering him, and I think he's starting to lose some of his killer instinct. Lord Byron is going to be the one to take advantage of that, and it's going to be tonight! BARLOW: Steve, you may very well be right, but the only way to find out is to get the match going! Michael Pollard, it's all yours! POLLARD: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO IFWF RAMPAGE!!! OUR NEXT CONTEST IS SET FOR ONE FALL, AND IT IS FOR THE WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!!! (crowd pop, which turns to boos as Elgar's "Ride of the Valkyries" starts up) INTRODUCING THE CHALLENGER! FROM OXFORD, ENGLAND, WEIGHING 265 POUNDS... L O R D B Y R O N !!! [Lord Byron appears, with a confident smirk on his face. It turns to a sneer as he begins walking down the aisle. He jabs his gold-topped cane towards a couple fans on his way to the ring, and uses the cane to knock a "JP F'n V" sign from a fan's hands. As Byron enters the ring, his smirk reappears, and he awaits the arrival of his opponent.] REGENT: Look at him, Tom! He's in his domain now, and he feels it's his time to do what nobody else could- defeat the Living Legend! BARLOW: But you can't deny that Vachon feels he owns the ring as well, and his track record of title defenses definitely backs that up. The talking is over, let's go back to Michael Pollard! POLLARD: AND HIS OPPONENT... ["Ride of the Valkyries" fades out and is replaced by Bernstein's "Rise of the Magnificent Seven". The boos are replaced with a huge pop.] FROM OTTAWA, ONTARIO, CANADA...WEIGHING 256 POUNDS....HE IS THE WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPION... " T H E L I V I N G L E G E N D"... J E A N - P I E R R E V A C H O N !!! [Vachon emerges from the back, the championship belt over his shoulder. He raises his arms to acknowledge the cheers from the crowd, and slaps a few hands on his way to the ring. After entering the ring, he climbs up on a turnbuckle to again acknowledge the fans.] BARLOW: You touched on it earlier, Steve...the fans have really changed their opinion of Jean-Pierre Vachon. At one time, one of the most hated, but now he's becoming one of the more popular stars we've got. REGENT: And still one of the best, Tom. Don't get me wrong, I don't doubt his ability. He's beaten 'em all, in many different styles. But after you've had a long run of success, people start watching to see when it's going to end! And I think people are going to be satisfied tonight! BARLOW: So you agree with me that Vachon will win? REGENT: THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!!! BARLOW: [chuckles] With that behind us, the bell sounds, and the build-up is over. As Byron has said, histories mean nothing now, and it's time to get it on. Both men circling, both men patient. REGENT: Neither man wanting to rush into anything here. BARLOW: Byron takes a cautious step in, Vachon does the same, and there's a collar-and-elbow. Neither man gaining an advantage yet, still in the lockup. REGENT: There's the first advantage! Byron with a knee to the midsection, followed by a hard knife-edge that stands Vachon up! BARLOW: But Vachon fires right back with a chop of his own! And a second, and a third!! He won't back down, I guarantee you that! The Living Legend sets for an Irish whip! REGENT: But his Lordship reverses, Vachon off with a shoulderblock, and neither man budged! Byron now goes for the ropes, comes off, and Jean-Pierre drops down and catches him with a single leg takedown. BARLOW: Vachon floats over for a side headlock, which Byron quickly slips out of and turns into a hammerlock. The Living Legend, moving around, trying to get into a sitting position, and...there, he did it! REGENT: Geez, Barlow, it's not like he broke out of the Torture Rack or anything! BARLOW: No, but now he doesn't have Byron's weight on top of him. The Legend now trying to get to his feet, and he's done that as well. Both men at a vertical base, but Lord Byron maintains the hammerlock the entire time. REGENT: So he's in better shape. What's Vachon doing? He's trying to grab Byron's head! BARLOW: Looking for a jawbreaker, I would think. But Byron is able to move his head out of the way, and keep the advan...OOOOH, HE DIDN'T MOVE THAT TIME, AS THAT BACK ELBOW FROM VACHON FOUND ITS MARK!!! REGENT: Tom, relax. It's only an elbow. Now Vachon off the ropes, and BYRON CATCHES HIM IN A SINGLE LEG TAKEDOWN!! BARLOW: Steve, relax. It's only... REGENT: Oh, shut up! BARLOW: [chuckling] Now Byron floats over for the headlock, but Jean-Pierre slips out and gets a hammerlock on Lord Byron. REGENT: What, are we suddenly watching this match in Bizzaro World? BARLOW: No, it's just two great technical athletes getting a feel for each other! Byron quickly makes his way to his feet, but he's still in the hammerlock. REGENT: I wonder if lime green tunics are outlawed in Bizzaro World... BARLOW: And while Steve is lost in the cartoon universe, Byron fakes a couple elbow shots...he fires with that one, but Vachon ducked! He saw it coming! Now he hooks that arm, too! REGENT: Some action, finally! Vachon gets Byron up... tiger suplex!! BARLOW: A quick pin, and a count! 1... 2... NO! Lord Byron still way too strong to be caught by that! Both men to their feet, and Lord Byron looks a little surprised. Byron did that whole sequence the same way Vachon did earlier, but the Television Champ was one step ahead, and nearly pulled off a quick victory. REGENT: Hey, he's always thinking in there. I told you, I don't doubt his ability. I just think Lord Byron's a little better, but he almost didn't have a chance to show it. Vachon's got him nervous now, so the champ is in control of the ring. BARLOW: Just what he wants. There's another lockup, Byron with a quick go-behind into a waistlock, picks up the champ, throws him down to the mat, and locks on a front-face lock. REGENT: There's an awful lot of talk about who's the best technical wrestler, but I'd like to see some of these so-called "technicians" match up with Lord Byron! BARLOW: Vachon trying to get Byron up for a Northern Lights Suplex, and he can't quite do it. Lord Byron is fighting it with everything he's got, and he maintains the front-face lock. The Legend picking Lord Byron up again, but Byron still fighting it. Now Byron jumps up, and lands on his back, dropping the champ in a DDT! REGENT: There we go! He took a chance that Vachon would turn that into the Northern Lights Suplex, but it paid off, and Byron's in control! BARLOW: And laying the boots to the champ, as Jean-Pierre Vachon tries to shake the cobwebs from that spike DDT. REGENT: Byron won't let up now. Picks up the champ and sends him to the ropes, and catches him for a spinning sidewalk slam! He's pinning him, ref! 1... NO! That guy was way out of position!! BARLOW: Come on, Steve, that wouldn't have been enough to finish off the Living Legend anyway. Byron stays on the attack, as he has Vachon up, butterflies the arms, picks him up and drops him in a backbreaker. Beautifully done by Lord Byron!! REGENT: Have you noticed, Tom, he's moving right down the body? The DDT worked on the neck, he's focusing on the back, and soon he'll go for the legs. He wants to make sure every part of Vachon hurts when he's locked in the Aristoclutch! BARLOW: Sound strategy, but Jean-Pierre is known for not submitting. Now look at this! Walking on the back of the Television Champion! That's unnecessary!! REGENT: Why? This entire match, he's been walking over... BARLOW: Don't bother! Here's a scoop, and a hard body slam. Byron picks him right back up for a second slam, and down goes the champ. Byron does it again, but delivers a more conventional backbreaker this time. Jean-Pierre Vachon is in some trouble here! REGENT: Yep. Byron sends the Legend into the corner hard, and Vachon just bounced out of the corner right into the arms of Lord Byron, who nails a spinebuster! Cover, 1... 2... NO! Vachon barely escaped that time! BARLOW: Indeed he did, the ref's arm was very close to hitting the mat a third time. Byron has Vachon up again and whips him to the ropes. Missed with the clothesline! Vachon off the other side, Byron ducks his head, and the champ just put on the brakes! REGENT: He's powering Byron up...piledriver! Now Byron's the one tasting canvas! And the champ taking a few seconds to just lay on the mat and catch his breath. Smart move...he's got the ten count. BARLOW: Suddenly defending the actions of the champ, now that he's evened things out a little? REGENT: Don't start anything, Tom. I still like Vachon, but I don't like his chances tonight. BARLOW: His chances aren't looking too bad at the moment. He has Byron in position for what could be a second piledriver...picks Byron up, and lays him out face-first. That's a Colonel DeBeers face-first piledriver for ya! REGENT: Colonel who??? What name does McMahon have him wrestling under? BARLOW: Never mind. Jean-Pierre Vachon has definitely turned things around, and the crowd has picked up their noise level. It's getting tough to hear myself think. REGENT: Empty space doesn't make a sound, Barlow. The champ has Byron up, picks him up for a sidewalk slam, but instead delivers a backbreaker. And he's not letting go, stretching Lord Byron over his knee. You know, Vachon could have gone for the Legend Lockup (modified Camel Clutch) after that last piledriver. Byron was in position. BARLOW: That he was, but the champ must not feel it's time yet. Besides, this hurts the back, so the Legend Lockup will be more effective later. He releases Byron from the backbreaker, only to pick up him and lift him up... for a crushing vertical suplex! Both men choosing to work on the back, and if this keeps up, this match will come down to whoever can lock on their submission maneuver first! REGENT: Well, Vachon's chances are looking somewhat better right now. He's got Byron up, and whips to the ropes for a hard powerslam! Cover! 1...2... NO! His Lordship still has a lot of fight left in him! BARLOW: Indeed he does, you can't sell Lord Byron short, he's focused on taking the World Television Title here tonight. But he's in no position to do so right now. Instead, he's in position for an inverted atomic drop, and a hard clothesline floors the challenger! And the fans are loving every minute of this! REGENT: Oh, please. These fans would love every minute of a fourth Mighty Ducks movie! *gag* BARLOW: Okay, I'll grant you that those movies are getting old. Unlike the action here tonight, and we're seeing two greats go at it right now. Vachon headed up to the top turnbuckle, but he's a little slow...this isn't his territory. Byron's up and staggering around. And he just fell into the ropes! And the champ just...well...fell. REGENT: Well, good thing the kid's already on the way! BARLOW: STEVE!!!! Byron trying to clear his head a little, now he goes to join Vachon on the turnbuckle. REGENT: Not quite in the same fashion, though. BARLOW: Lord Byron trying to hook Vachon in for the superplex! He's just about got it...annnnnd...DOWN THEY GO!! He nailed it, and Vachon is rolling around in pain! REGENT: Byron a little slow getting up himself, and now he's following Vachon. Grabs a leg, he's going for the Aristoclutch (combination STF and sleeper)!! He's gonna take it all right here!! It's hooked in!! BARLOW: But he didn't bother to move Vachon away from the ropes! All that rolling put the champ near the ropes, and Byron didn't bother to move him! Jean-Pierre is able to grab one, and Lord Byron has to release the hold... I said, he has to release the hold!! REGENT: By the count of five, Tommy. Three, four...there. Just in time! Great strategy by his Lordship! BARLOW: Oh, good grief. Now Byron has the champ by the leg and drags him to the center of the ring, and he wants to hook the Aristoclutch on again! But Vachon able to turn onto his back, and he kicks the challenger away! Lord Byron goes flying into the turnbuckle!! REGENT: Both guys have gotten more into the power part of the game tonight, Tom, and it's showing. They're both moving slowly now. BARLOW: Vachon just now getting to his feet, and Byron rushes him with a hard clothesline! Down goes the champ again!! REGENT: Lord Byron grabs him by the legs, and I can't imagine what he wants to do...he slingshots him into the ropes! BARLOW: Byron pops right to his feet and nails Vachon with a forearm to the back, as the Legend was rebounding off the ropes. Up for a belly-to-back suplex, and Lord Byron drilled him into the mat with it! REGENT: And a pin! 1... 2... NO! JP escapes again! Byron's gonna have to knock him out to win the title, and he'll have to use the Aristoclutch to do it. Vachon's just too tough when he's conscious! BARLOW: And his Lordship showing signs of frustration, trying to stomp the Living Legend into unconsciousness. Now the challenger bounces off the far ropes, and misses an elbow drop! Vachon moved out of the way, and follows right up. La Magistral cradle!! 1... 2... NO! Lord Byron just escaped another surprise pin attempt by Jean-Pierre Vachon!! REGENT: And both with moves we're not used to seeing out of him. He used that tiger suplex earlier...I never would have guessed he knew how to apply either one. BARLOW: Byron doesn't seem to care, as he went right back to the boots to regain the advantage. Now he picks up the champ, and carries him over to the turnbuckle. REGENT: This worked well for him last time. BARLOW: And I'll bet Steve just jinxed Lord Byron by saying that! REGENT: NO!! I DIDN'T MEAN IT!! I DIDN'T SAY IT!!! IT WAS BARLOW!!! BARLOW: [chuckling] Oh no, you won't pin this on me! Byron has Vachon up for another superplex, but the champ turns it into a cross-body block!! Ref over for 1...2...no, Byron kicks out in time! REGENT: Honestly! It's not my fault!!! BARLOW: Steve, calm down, pal. Byron rakes the eyes of the Living Legend, and sends him in for the ride. Ducks his head, but Vachon drops to his knees and delivers a hard left hand to Byron's head! Now he just sweeps the leg out from under Lord Byron! Turns him over, he's going for the Legend Lockup! REGENT: Byron's not staying put! He crawls right out of there before JP can start to hook it in! Quick thinking by his Lordship! BARLOW: I'll agree there, Steve. He was nowhere near the ropes, and would have surely had to submit. Now he's begging off in the corner, and the champ finally seems to be getting his second wind! And the fans are loving it!! REGENT: Vachon with a boot to Byron's midsection. He sends for the ride into the opposite corner, Byron bounces out and WHOOOOOOAAAAA!!! Did Vachon ever get him up there!! BARLOW: Tremendous height on that back body drop by the champ. Vachon off the side ropes, and DROPS the elbow! He turns Byron on his stomach, and drops another elbow! Now a knee, and a second! Vachon up, and down with a double stomp right on the small of the back! REGENT: I'm sorry, Tom, that move is just lame, no matter _who_ does it. BARLOW: Hey, right now, it's effective. Byron is up, trying to somehow get rid of the pain, but Vachon hits a knife-edge chop to the back, and Byron is in some major pain here! REGENT: Those chops sting, no matter where they hit. JP sneaks up behind Lord Byron, grabs him, and hoists him up for a German Suplex! He folded Byron inside-out with that! BARLOW: Byron is out on the mat, and Vachon is setting for the Legend Lockup, but the bell rang as Vachon was in the middle of that suplex! What's going on? REGENT: Man, don't tell me the time ran out! This was actually a good match to watch! The Legend was about to show that it is indeed _him_ that rules the ring, and he really looks peeved about this! BARLOW: I don't blame him! The time limit came right out of nowhere...there was no announcement or anything! But speaking of announcements, let's go down to Michael Pollard. POLLARD: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE TIME LIMIT HAS EXPIRED, AND THIS MATCH HAS BEEN DECLARED A DRAW! HOWEVER, JEAN-PIERRE VACHON REMAINS THE WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPION! [this draws a pop, but Vachon still looks mad. "Rise of the Magnificent Seven" begins to play.] BARLOW: The champ had just turned things around, and it looked like Lord Byron was going to be added to the long list of challengers who got beaten by Jean-Pierre Vachon. Lord Byron didn't win the belt, but he didn't lose, either. And do you know what this means, Steve? REGENT: What's that? BARLOW: The war of words isn't over! REGENT: NO! Give them five more minutes! BARLOW: [laughing] The fans would probably love to see that as well! Vachon has made his way out of the ring, and he _still_ looks disappointed. He's not hi-fiving anyone as he leaves the ringside area, and Lord Byron is now heading back to the locker room himself.