---- POLLARD: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, OUR NEXT CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, WITH A FIFTEEN MINUTE TIME LIMIT!!! ["Intermezzo from Karelia Suite" plays as the crowd boos loudly again] COMING TO THE RING, FROM LANCASHIRE, ENGLAND, WEIGHING 265 POUNDS... L O R D B Y R O N !!! [Lord Byron swaggers down the aisle with his cane, sneering disdainfully at the crowd. They pelt him with popcorn and cups, but Lord Byron ignores it all and keeps advancing with single-minded focus.] REGENT: That's no way to treat Lord Byron! He's a blueblood! They should be bowing and scraping! BARLOW: The crowd here in Vancouver obviously doesn't care for bowing to anybody like Lord Byron! REGENT: Then at least cheer him because he's a phenomenal wrestler! BARLOW: Well, he is that. But he's going up against another phenomenal athlete as well. And I would suggest, Steve, that you're really going to hear the roof blow off this place when the American Enforcer comes out! POLLARD: AND HIS OPPONENT, FROM INDEPENDENCE, MISSOURI, WEIGHING 276 POUNDS... T H E A M E R I C A N E N F O R C E R !!! [The crowd is hot as "Born in the USA" blares over the PA system. The American Enforcer runs down to the ring, sliding through the bottom rope and tearing off his ring jacket in fluid succession.] REGENT: And Byron going to work right away, stomping on the Enforcer's back and neck before the big idiot even gets a chance to get to his feet! Byron with a quick start! BARLOW: But it doesn't last long! American Enforcer with a double leg takedown and he's on top! OH MY!!!! IS HE WAILING AWAY OR WHAT??? REGENT: And where's the referee? He just got hit with seven straight closed fists in succession. This is wrestling, not the Ultimate Fighting Championship! BARLOW: The Enforcer doesn't care! He's got Byron up in a waistlock, AND A BELLY-TO-BELLY SENDS BYRON DOWN HARD!!! And a legdrop keeps him down! REGENT: The Enforcer's doing the smart thing. He can't let Lord Byron think in there at all! Hitting him with a series of power moves will wear down Lord Byron and scramble his brains a little. BARLOW: Enforcer with a pick up, but a thumb to the eye by Byron and the momentum has turned again! REGENT: That used to get me out of all sorts of trouble when I was in the ring! And Lord Byron immediately takes the Enforcer down with a drop toehold and floats over into a front facelock. Get your weight over him! Make him carry both of you! BARLOW: And Lord Byron's following your advice! He's leaning in on Enforcer, keeping his legs well out back to form a long lever! Enforcer's wilting to one knee! REGENT: See, this is the beauty of technical wrestling! It'll beat a brawler every time! BARLOW: I thought you said a thumb to the eye would beat a wrestler every time! REGENT: There's a lot you don't understand about professional wrestling, Tommy. BARLOW: Apparently not... Enforcer's using his strength! He's powering up! REGENT: And down he goes as Lord Byron drives the knee right into his midsection! The American Enforcer is in trouble right now, as Lord Byron shoots around behind and locks in the sleeper! BARLOW: Lord Byron wasting absolutely no time as he tries to put the Enforcer out! He's staying away from Enforcer and refusing to fight him head on! REGENT: It's just like Jean-Pierre Vachon facing Scott Rogers earlier tonight! The American Enforcer could overwhelm Lord Byron in a fight. If you wrestle him, though, you've got him! BARLOW: American Enforcer using his strength, bulling Byron into the corner. Byron hanging on, the American Enforcer staggers out, AND DRIVES RIGHT BACK IN!!! REGENT: And that broke the hold! Lord Byron's had the wind knocked out of him! BARLOW: And the Enforcer's shaking off the effects of that sleeper! Byron getting to his feet, and the Enforcer with a BIG clothesline! He comes off the ropes... ANOTHER CLOTHESLINE!!! And here he comes a third time... REGENT: UNLUCKY!!! Lord Byron meets him with a desperation dropkick! And Byron rolling to the outside to get a little breathing room now! BARLOW: And the referee laying on the count ... we're up to five ... six .... and the crowd chants along! Seven ... eight ... nine ... REGENT: And Lord Byron easily beats the 10 count. Both men have gotten their wind back! Let's see what we can get out of this! BARLOW: Collar and elbow lockup, Lord Byron with an armwringer, winds up the arm again... CLOTHESLINE BY THE ENFORCER!!! And the Enforcer yanks Byron up into a SHORT CLOTHESLINE!!! REGENT: And the back of Byron's head hit that mat extremely hard! He's seeing stars right about now! BARLOW: The American Enforcer with a suplex! He has Byron in the air, AND SENDS HIM CRASHING DOWN TO THE MAT!!! And listen to this crowd get behind the American Enforcer!!! REGENT: The Enforcer had Lord Byron suspended in air for a good 10 seconds! Phenomenal strength on his part! BARLOW: Byron is wobbly! The Enforcer with the cover! He hooks the leg! 1... 2... NO! Byron just barely gets the shoulder up! REGENT: And Lord Byron scooting backwards out of the ring! Watch out for the post!!! OHHHH!!!!! BARLOW: Lord Byron not paying attention to the ring! He just crotched himself sliding backwards into that ringpost! The American Enforcer with another front facelock ... pick up! He sets him up on the top turnbuckle! REGENT: He's going to the top! This could all be over if he hits it! BARLOW: SUPERPLEX BY THE AMERICAN ENFORCER!!! REGENT: And he's going for the cover... NO! Foot's on the ropes! Foot's on the ropes! BARLOW: You're right! The referee not even counting! The American Enforcer's going up top now. Is he setting up for the Peacekeeper? [flying clothesline] REGENT: It looks like it! He's smelling blood! He thinks it's over! BARLOW: The American Enforcer off the top rope, Byron's back up! HE NAILS THE PEACEKEEPER!!! REGENT: But he knocked Lord Byron clear out the ring! Lord Byron's on the floor! You can't pin a man on the floor! BARLOW: And the Enforcer's going right out after him! Lord Byron running! Now he's trying to slide back into the ring! The American Enforcer caught him! REGENT: And Lord Byron immediately kicks back! The American Enforcer goes down! He's holding his knee! BARLOW: He got caught in the television cables under the ring! I think he's twisted that knee! REGENT: But does Lord Byron know about it? Was he watching? BARLOW: The American Enforcer rolling into the ring. He's limping to his feet. And Byron must know about the injury now! REGENT: And Lord Byron chops the legs right out from under him! And the American Enforcer went down hard! That's right, Lord Byron! Take a bow for the crowd! BARLOW: Lord Byron grapevining the leg, and a stepover toehold! And again! And again! Now he's picking up the other leg ... figure four coming .... REGENT: SMALL PACKAGE!!! Lord Byron's pinned! BARLOW: The referee was out of position! 1 ... 2 ... NO! You just can't get any closer than that! That was two and 99/100s, Steve!!! REGENT: That move caught everybody by surprise, even the referee! He was in no way ready to make that count right there! BARLOW: The American Enforcer laboring to get to his feet! He can barely support himself! Lord Byron back up, moving in, AND GETS NAILED BY A BIG RIGHT HAND BY THE ENFORCER!!! The Enforcer grabs his head and presses him against the ring ropes... SLINGSHOT TO THE CANVAS!!! The Enforcer hopping on one foot trying to get to Byron, BUT HE PLANTS THE ELBOW!!! 1 ... 2 ... NO! Lord Byron just manages to escape again! But he stomps away at the Enforcer's knee in desperation! REGENT: It's all a matter of time now! There's no way that the American Enforcer can wrestle Lord Byron on just one leg! BARLOW: Lord Byron drops the leg across Enforcer's thigh! He drops it again! Will the third time be the charm? REGENT: The Enforcer caught his leg! He's grapevining it and rolling over! SCORPION DEATHLOCK OUT OF NOWHERE!!!! BARLOW: And Lord Byron's screaming! But the American Enforcer's knee gives out! He lands flat! Lord Byron floats over the back! BYRON'S APPLIED THE ARISTOCLUTCH!!! REGENT: And he's hooked it in the middle of the ring! Will the Enforcer submit? That knee's taken an awful lot of abuse! Just give up and fight another day! BARLOW: He's too fierce a warrior for that, Steve! Look! The referee is asking him! The Enforcer won't give up! REGENT: This is one tough guy! But Lord Byron's really cranking on the pressure! BARLOW: And the Enforcer still shaking his head no! He's screaming, but he won't give up! REGENT: I gotta admire this guy's courage, but we could be looking at a career-ending injury here if he doesn't call it quits for now! BARLOW: And the referee checking the arm ... it drops once ... it drops twice ... referee raising it a third time ... IT STAYS UP!!! REGENT: No! It's dropping! It's sinking down to the mat! BARLOW: No! No! REGENT: Yes! The American Enforcer passed out from the pain! POLLARD: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AT 13 MINUTES AND 7 SECONDS... L O R D B Y R O N !!! [The crowd boos as "Intermezzo" starts up. Lord Byron gets to his feet and sketches a mocking bow for the crowd as he rolls from the ring and saunters up the aisle.] BARLOW: And the crowd just does not like this man! They just do not like him! REGENT: And I still can't understand why! That's just ridiculous! Lord Byron is a fine, upstanding man! And he just beat a great competitor in the American Enforcer! BARLOW: But the Enforcer certainly made an excellent showing of himself! Another night and this match could have gone the other way!