NOOOO!" in a flash, Bruce leaped over the barriers and jumped between Blassie and Elizabeth, "Don't do it, Blassie! This wasn't part of the deal to...!"

"Get out of the way, Hart, or I'll give you a beatdown too!" Blassie threatened him, raising his cane high.

"Then do it, because if you're bent on this, the deal's off!" Bruce said emphatically, "Tell Vincenelli I'd rather see New Stampede go under that allow this to...!"

In a flash, Blassie swung and belted him hard in the face with the cane. Bruce crumpled to the mats in front of Elizabeth in agony, prompting a loud shriek from Helen. "Shut up, you old bag; he got what he deserved!" Blassie barked at the Hart matron, "And now," he turned coldly back to the stunned Elizabeth, "time to give you what you've...!"

Suddenly, a familiar theme blared to life over the Silverdome loudspeakers-one that sent the crowd into a frenzy, and made Blassie and his cohorts go unexpectedly pale. "No!" the Classy One mumbled in horror, "No, no, no, no, it's not happening...!"

"When it comes crashing down and it hurts inside..." the song began in earnest at the exact moment the spotlight blinked on, revealing a third cart racing up the aisle, with a familiar figure standing determinedly at the front of the cart, "You've got to take a stand it don't help to hide..."

"NOOOOOOOO!" Blassie shrieked, his eyes wide in shock, "IT'S NOT POSSIBLE! HE'S IN THE HOSPITAL WITH EVERY BONE BROKEN!"

"If you hurt my friends, then you hurt my pride," Hulk's voice boomed firmly over a microphone, his finger thrust straight at his former manager and his cronies, "I've got to be a man; I CAN'T let it slide...!"

"Uh oh, he's got Marella too!" Sherri gulped, noticing the world title match's schedule referee on the cart behind Hulk.

"Ric, Jake, stop him!" Blassie ordered the Nature King and Snake, who rushed off to intercept the cart, "Jesse, do something!" he pleaded with the Body.

"Already done, Freddie; I'm the real referee here. Ring the bell," Ventura ordered the timekeeper, "Savage is disqualified for outside interference."

"Are you crazy?" the timekeeper protested, "Hogan's not even in the ring yet!"

"I said ring the bell, or I'll wring your neck!" Ventura threatened, seizing the timekeeper by the collar, "Is that what you...?"

Abruptly, his legs were pulled out from under him, sending him toppling to the floor. "You ain't disqualifying me, Ventura!" a revived Savage roared, "And you!" he snarled coldly at Blassie and Sherri, stumbling to his feet, "GET...YOUR...HANDS...OFF...OF...HER...!"

"One more step, Macho, and she gets it!" Blassie warned him, rearing back with the cane, "Don't think I won't...!"

In a flash, Elizabeth sank her teeth into Sherri's hand, making her howl and release her. Savage grabbed the cane off Blassie and started belting the Classy One with it in a rage. In the meantime, Hulk launched himself off the front of the cart as it reached ringside, taking Roberts and Flair down. "Get off of me!" the former bellowed underneath him.

"Hold your water, Jake; I'll take care of him!" Sherri rushed forward with her steel chair in hand and raised it high over her head, but Hulk rolled out of the way at the last moment, and Roberts got nailed with the chair instead. "Why you...!" the Snake roared, yanking the chair off of her and swinging it back at her in turn. Hulk rushed over to Elizabeth. "Are you all right?" he asked her, concerned, snatching up Roberts' cobra bag as well and tying it firmly shut.

"I think so, Hulk. What are you doing here? Aren't you...?"

"Joey Marella was forced to sign Jesse as his replacement; I helped bring him here, and it looks like I made it just in time," Hulk waved Marella forward.

"Too late, Hogan, I'M the referee, and you just got Savage disqualified for outside interference!" Ventura barked at him. He grabbed the world championship belt, thrust it into the fallen Flair's arm, and raised it high, "Winner, and still champion...!"

"Oh no you don't!" Marella grabbed it off Flair, "I'm back to normal now, Ventura, and I'M the officially assigned referee! This match goes on!"

"This match is over!" Ventura snatched the belt back and shoved him.

"It's continuing!" Marella grabbed the belt back and shoved him in turn.

"It's over!"

"Mr. Tunney?" Marella asked the company president, coming around the ring, rubbing his head. "The match continues; you're in charge, Marella," the WWF President declared, scowling at Ventura, "And I'll have a word with you later, Jesse."

"I don't care what you say, the match is over! Flair won fair and...!" the Body bellowed. In a flash, Savage nailed him with Blassie's cane from behind. "That's what you get for screwing everything up in the first place, Ventura, ooooooooooh yeeeeeeaah!" the Macho Man growled, storming towards Roberts and giving him several harsh cane blows as well before breaking the cane in two over his knee and tossing the pieces aside. He slid into the ring as Marella climbed up on the apron and started counting. "Never mind, Ric," now bleeding himself from Savage's attack with his cane, Blassie grabbed the belt and took Flair by the arm, "Come on, we're out of here; we'll take the countout."

"You're not going...!" Hulk tried to cut them off, but Blassie shoved his former protege to the ground. He and Flair bustled past the ring carts, not paying any attention to the Kanes on the back end of Hulk's, and made a beeline up the aisle...

...but stopped as Andre's looming form, and indeed those of the entire Rock 'n Wrestling Connection, came lumbering swiftly up the aisle towards them to a tremendous cheer from the crowd. "Out of our way, all you pencil-neck geeks!" Blassie warned them all.

With a snarl, an abruptly unleashed Mathilda charged at him, forcing him and Flair backwards. "No way, Blassie; you and Flair are finishing this match whether you like it or not," the bulldog's master barked at him, "And we're going to make sure of it."

"Get out of here, you mutt!" Blassie yelled, kicking at Mathilda, who bit into his pant leg and ripped it off. This distracted the Classy One long enough for Hulk, having heaved himself back onto his feet, to grab Flair and fling him into the ring just before Marella could reach the count of ten. The Connection spread out around the ring, forming a wall. "Bruce, you all right?" Bret peeled his eyes away from the ring long enough to help his brother up, concerned.

"I think so," Bruce fingered the welt on his face. "I'm OK, Mom," he assured Helen, who breathed a sigh of relief. "I told them everything, Bret, and the deal with the mob's completely off," he admitted to him, "Maybe it is better if New Stampede goes under."

"Now you're thinking smart, Bruce; there's more important...oh no you don't, Flair!" noticing the Nature King trying to slip out of the ring nearby, Bret grabbed Flair and flung him back in again, right into Savage's arms for a snap suplex. "Well, have a seat then Bruce; we'll try and end this in our favor-ah, Timmy, Mrs. Kane," he noticed them on the carts as well, "How'd...?"

"I don't really know, Mr. Hart; one moment, I was taking Timmy to see Mr. Hogan in the hospital, and now, here we are here, in Detroit, before a school night," Mrs. Kane admitted, still looking in shock.

"Well, glad to have you either way. Have a seat with my folks," the Hitman gestured towards his family's row.

"Oh boy, the rest of the Hart family," Timmy was visibly thrilled as he and his mother hopped the railing, "I hear you all were good wrestlers back in the day," he asked Keith, the Hart nearest the railing.

"Uh, yeah, sort of," Keith admitted, "I take it you're a friend of Bret's...?"

"We met him last July, Keith; gave him ringside seats for Saturday Night; Timmy Kane's the name; big fan," Bret called to him, clapping excitedly as Savage slammed Flair hard into the corner.

"So you're all wrestlers too?" Mrs. Kane frowned confusedly at the Harts.

"These are the Harts, Mom; they're the first family of wrestling; they wrote the whole book on it," her son told her eagerly, "Didn't you ever hear about the Hart Dungeon?"

"Um...?"

"Have a seat, miss," Stu was chuckling, "I can explain as much as I can..."

"No, no, snap out of it, Flair, come on!" Smith desperately screamed at the bleeding Nature King, now having his head smashed into the corner, "We've got fifty grand riding on you...!"

"Aha, a confession!" Ellie pointed a finger in his face, "I knew you and Dean would come clean eventually!"

"Did I say...wait, let me rephrase that...!"

"Going your way, Davey; stop him!" Diana shouted to her husband, noticing Flair trying to sneak out of the ring again. And indeed, the British Bulldog cut Flair off and threw him back in again. "Once again the momentum has shifted in this one; Macho Man with the edge, and the Rock 'n Wrestling Connection has come down to the ring to make sure we have a definitive winner in this one. And Joey Marella is back and in full officiating capacity, which is perhaps the best news of the night so far," Monsoon was smiling broadly to see Marella all right.

"They can't do this! This wasn't supposed to be a lumberjack match!" Heenan was sweating buckets, ripping up his program nervously, "Sherri, Jake, snap out of it, get them out of here!"

"Unfortunately, the Queen and the Snake won't be able to do too much; the Big Boss Man currently handcuffing both of them to the railing to make sure they don't interfere any more than they already have in this match," Monsoon pointed to the former prison guard "incarcerating" Flair's corner persons, "And look at this, Ventura still up on the apron, screaming that Savage is disqualified; he's been officially relieved of his duties as referee, so his words have no weight...and the Boss Man now takes him down with the nightstick to the leg; he's dragging Jesse over to the railing too, and he's going to be handcuffed there as well! Boss Man now catches Flair as he tries to bail again, and throws him back in once more; Savage sets him up for a suplex-yes! Macho Man with the cover: one, two...just missed."

"Stop the match, please!" the Brain begged anyone listening, "Macho's out of control, stop him!"

"This is payback for everything, Brain. Savage yelling at Flair, it appears, 'This is for playing her and dumping her!' And there's a hard slam into the corner to prove his point! Savage now yelling, 'And this is for refusing her the loan to her gym out of spite!', and he's setting the champ up for a slingshot-spot on! Flair stumbling, trying to hold onto the ropes; Savage pulls the legs up and cracks them like a whip, and Flair is down again! Another cover...another two count, but Flair looks like he's just about out of steam. There we see the Hulkster, having made his miraculous appearance here tonight, with his arm around the lovely Elizabeth, who is being very ably avenged by her man, both of them encouraging the Macho Man on. And on the other side, Freddie Blassie looks pale, he's sweating bullets...and he's waving hard down the aisle," Monsoon frowned and turned towards the aisle, "Who's he...look out, here comes the rest of the Million Dollar Corporation down to ringside! Freddie Blassie uses the last ace up his sleeve; he's calling out the rest of the Million Dollar Corporation...and it looks like his fellow Million Dollar Corporation managers' stables too; it seems like everyone who works for him, you, Brain, and Jimmy Hart, and Mr. Fuji as well, swarming through the curtain towards the ring...!"

"Thank God, the cavalry came in time!" Heenan thrust his hands skyward, "And oh yeah, that includes Yokozuna. I knew the Rock 'n Wrestling Connection wasn't going to get away with this...!"

"An enormous pack of immoral wrestlers charging full steam towards the ring; Hitman sees them, yells to the rest of the Connection to head them off; he rushes forward, meets the One Man Gang head on, and we've got a brawl breaking out here..."

"Futile gesture by Hart; they're hopelessly outnumbered," Heenan predicted confidently.

"Hold on, speaking of the cavalry, here comes the other cavalry!" Monsoon roared as more figures emerged from the curtain, "Here comes Tugboat, leading a charge into the arena; behind him, Brutus the Barber, Razor Ramon, JYD, L.O.D., and everyone the Hulkster and his colleagues consider friends! Get ready for an all-out war here in the Silverdome! Tugboat makes a beeline for Yokozuna, who's got his hands around Tito Santana's neck, and bumps him almost off his feet; the newcomers start going head to head with the Million Dollar Corporation and their cronies; we've got at least sixty or seventy guys out here going at it-I think it's close to the entire WWF roster here now! And look at the Anvil and the Rocket; they're climbing out of the front row and joining the brawl too! Listen to this place go bananas; who'd've thought we'd see this tonight!?"

"Somebody get by them and get in the ring to stop Macho!" Heenan begged the members of the Heenan Family and their associates in the melee.

"Hulkster standing guard with Elizabeth as the last line of defense for...wait, now who's coming?" Monsoon noticed even more figures coming up the aisle, "They look like..."

"There, right there," a furious Don Vincenelli pointed into the ring, "Shoot Macho, all of you!" he ordered his men, who cocked their weapons, "Shoot him now!"

Hulk, though, saw the mobsters aiming their guns. "Andre, here, there!" he pointed up the aisle, tossing Roberts' cobra bag to the Giant. Andre assessed the situation, nodded, undid the bag, and flung it towards the mobsters as hard as he could. It hit the ground near their feet, spilling the cobras out. Hissing angrily, they slithered towards the gangsters, who screamed in terror and rushed backwards away from them. "Quick thinking by Andre, who clearly has overcome his earlier fear of snakes, protecting the Macho Man at the moment," Monsoon breathed in relief, "Jake the Snake glowering at his bag being thrown away, trying to get his wrist out of the Boss Man's handcuffs, but there's no way he's getting out of those!"

He took a brief drink of water before turning his sights back to the all-out melee at ringside: "And all around the ring, we have approximately seventy guys going at it: Tugboat picks up and slams Rick Martel; Rick Rude smashing Hillbilly Jim's face off the barriers; Jim Neidhart pounding away on Greg Valentine and laughing as he does; the Rougeaus and Men on a Mission going at it full tilt, and countless other encounters going so fast I can't keep track of them all! Ted DiBiase brawling with his now former bodyguard Virgil-they're really going at it tooth and nail; Owen Hart dropkicks Mr. Perfect, and now does the same to the beardless Big John Studd; Hacksaw Duggan whamming Nikolai Volkoff in the face with his two by four, another humiliation tonight for the so-called pride of the Soviet Union! Yokozuna being double-teamed by Koko and the Tornado; Bushwhackers double-teaming Bundy; we have...hold on," he frowned, leaning forward and squinting at the monitor, "Did the Undertaker just belt Jake there?"

"Nah, he couldn't have; they're the best of friends in the Corporation," Heenan blinked hard at the monitor.

"I could swear I just saw the Deadman give Jake a big slug from behind; maybe the big guy does have a heart after all. And in the ring, it's all Randy Savage, on a roll even on one leg, nailing Ric Flair with a reverse knife edge..."

"Stay by the ropes! Stay by the ropes! Don't let go of the ropes, please!" Heenan begged pathetically.

"It's not going to do him any good, Brain; the end is near for the Nature King. Inverted atomic drop sends the champion reeling, Savage takes him down with a dropkick. Flair into the ropes, a big kick to the chest, and now Savage scoops him up and slams him-and he slips out of the ring and heads up to the top rope; this is it right now if he hits the elbow...!"

Savage paused for a second when he reached the top rope. He glanced briefly down at the dazed Flair, then sideways at Elizabeth and Hulk, who both mouthed, "Go for it!', and then his father in the front row, who gave him a smile and a thumbs-up. "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHH!" he bellowed at the top of his lungs, raising his arms high. He measured Flair and jumped with the elbow extended for the final impact...

...except Flair got the knees up and drove them into his chest, then grabbed Savage's trunks. The force of the jump caused them both to roll over across the ring, repeatedly switching positions. Calculating Flair would be on top by the time they stopped, Savage quickly kicked off the nearest ringpost and sent them rolling the other way, still clutching each other hard. Flair then kicked the opposite ringpost, sending them tumbling head over heels towards the center of the ring, still alternating positions rapidly. Slowly, they started slowing to a stop in the middle of the ring, where their momentum could not be restarted. In front of over a hundred thousand cheering fans, almost all of them on their feet, the two of them finally came to a stop...

...with Savage on top. He saw Marella sliding into position, and heard the horrified cry of Blassie, who started climbing frantically into the ring in slow motion. The Classy One crossed under the ropes at the count of one, charged full steam towards Savage, and was almost on top of him at the count of two...but then was upended as Hulk slingshotted himself into the ring too and undercut his former manager's legs, also seemingly in slow motion, sending Blassie falling to the mat screaming, "NOOOOOOOOOOO!" He impacted the mat on his back inches away from Savage...and moments later, Marella's hand hit the mat for the third time. The bell rang loudly and triumphantly. And Savage knew it was over. He had done it. "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHH!" he roared in delight, thrust his fist upwards, where it was caught hold of and held up by Marella. "Winner and new champion!" the referee declared.

"YEEEEEESS! YEEEEESSS!" shrieking in delight, Elizabeth raced into the ring and practically leaped on top of him, hugging him tightly. "You did it, Randy; I knew you could do it!" she gasped happily between excited sobs of joy.

"Didn't I say I'd do it for you?" he smiled warmly at her, raising her hand in victory as well.

"Great work, brother," Hulk grinned at him, clasping Savage's hand and giving it the Mega Powers Handshake, "If anyone deserved the title more than you, I couldn't name them. Over here," he waved the timekeeper to bring the belt in, "Let's give this to the real champion..."

"IT'S MINE, AND HE CAN'T HAVE IT!" tears of rage flowing down his own face, Blassie grabbed the belt off the timekeeper and dashed like a rocket out of the ring, barreling through the crowd of still-brawling wrestlers and up the aisle...

...straight into Andre, who was holding a struggling Don Vincenelli in one hand. "I don't think that belongs to you anymore, Freddie," the Giant glowered down at him.

"It's my belt, Andre; I spent thirty years earning it; Macho's not getting it no matter what the officials say!" Blassie struggled to hold onto the belt when Andre grabbed hold of it with his free hand, "Let go; I'm not letting...!"

Andre kicked him in the chest, making him let go of the belt. Draping it over his shoulder, the Giant picked Blassie up and gave him a one-handed chokeslam. "Good work, Andre," the Boss Man approached, grinning. "So, this is the mastermind behind everything?" he glared at the don.

"That's Kennedesco Vincenelli, Ray," Tunney approached, frowning, "And yes, he's behind everything. I see security's taking care of the rest of his outfit," the WWF President glanced down the tunnel to see the arena security detail handcuffing and hauling off the rest of the mobsters. "I win, Vincenelli," he glared in his foe's face, "The WWF stays with me, to be run the way I want-yes, get them out of here," he told the approaching security personnel, who rushed towards the brawling wrestlers and started dragging away all those affiliated with the Million Dollar Corporation and their managers.

"Permission to teach him a lesson, Mr. Tunney?" Andre requested, holding up Don Vincenelli.

"Go right ahead, Andre," the WWF President smirked.

"All right, boy, now you're going to face some hard time-you too, Freddie!" the Boss Man drew two additional sets of handcuffs and slapped them on both men, "I've been waiting a long time to give you this Blassie...!"

"The pictures, Jimmy, flash the pictures! FLASH THE PICTURES!" Blassie screamed in desperation into his tuxedo radio as his former charge dragged him and the don towards the ring.

"You got it, Freddie; humiliating pictures of Liz coming right up!" Jimmy obligingly jammed the incriminating disc into the control room player deck and hit Play-but the images that popped up on the Silverdome's big screens weren't of Elizabeth, but of Flair himself: namely Flair drunk, nude and making hot love to beautiful women. "What is this!?" the Mouth of the South roared, quickly stopping the disc, but not in time to keep the audience from roaring at a thoroughly humiliated Flair in the ring, "You gave me the wrong the disc, Ric...!"

"FREEZE!" came the order as the control room door burst open, and a dozen or so security guards burst in, their weapons drawn. Jimmy's arms shot up in a flash. "This...this isn't what it looks like..." he mumbled in defeat.

In the ring, the don and Blassie were thrown on top of Ventura, Sherri, and Roberts, who in turn had been stacked on top of an unhandcuffed Flair. "You dudes have gone too far here in this match," Hulk told them sharply, "Now, whatcha gonna do when the reunited Mega Powers run wild on you?"

"Unbelievable; I've been waiting a long time to do this, OOOOOOOOHHH YEEEEEEEAAAAHH!" Savage agreed, giving his partner a strong Mega Powers Handshake. He hobbled to the corner (all while the rest of the Connection held their foes down) and climbed up to the top rope, where he measured all six people stacked in the human pyramid and jumped, ramming the flying elbow into them-then rolled aside as Hulk bounced off the ropes and leaped to hit them with the leg drop as well. "Let me have one more too, Hulk," Andre slowly climbed up to the top rope himself to a tremendous cheer from the crowd. "No, no, no, no...!" a wide eyed Blassie begged desperately.

"Don't do it, you overgrown ox; we'll have you suspended for life!" Sherri frantically threatened him.

"I'm retiring, so there," Andre nonchalantly jumped and came down hard on them all to a standing ovation. Gasping in agony, everyone in the pile rolled out of the ring, bent over and clutching their chests in agony. "Now what?" Sherri, gasping like a dying animal, moaned.

"Shut up, Martel; I'm trying to think!" Blassie shouted at her, ducking the debris being flung at them all by the jeering crowd.

"Freddie Blassie, how does it feel to have lost the title...?" Okerlund approached them with a microphone.

"No comment, Okerlund; leave us alone right now!" Ventura barked at him, shoving past him. "You idiots should have planned this through better!" he berated the rest of his cronies as Monsoon bustled past them towards the ring to try and interview the new champion as well, leaving a sobbing Heenan behind at the broadcast position, "I did everything I could for all of you, and you still couldn't seal the deal...!"

"OH SHUT UP!" the rest of them shouted at him in unison.

"NOBODY tells Jesse the Body to shut up!" Ventura bumped Flair hard (unable to do much more while handcuffed). Flair unhandcuffed, shoved him back, and soon the six of them were brawling with each other as best they could while handcuffed all the way up the aisle. Finkel waited until the six of them staggered out of the arena-after taking an absolute pelting with countless debris-before climbing into the ring one last time. "Ladies and gentlemen," he made his final announcement with a warm smile, "the winner of this bout-and NEEEEEEEEEEWWW World Wrestling Federation champion, Randy 'Macho Man' Savage!"

"OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHH!" Savage seized the microphone in delight, snatching the world title off the timekeeper (whom Andre had given it to while he finished their foes off) and thrusting it high to a standing ovation. "Good work, Randy," Bret patted him happily on the shoulder, "You just saved the WWF from a fate worse than death."

"I don't know, amigo," Tito looked a little unsure, "I think that guy'll be back, and maybe there's even more like him out there. They'll keep trying to change the WWF into something unpleasant..."

"Maybe, Tito, but for now, the company's safe for families everywhere," the Hitman strolled over to the ropes and held them open for a smiling Angelo, who'd been allowed out by security. "Great, great job, Randy," the wrestling legend gave him a warm hug, " I couldn't be prouder than I am now."

"Thanks, Dad," Savage blinked back his own tears, "That means so much right now..."

"And thank you too, miss," his father shook Elizabeth's hand proudly, "He couldn't have done this with your training."

"That's for sure; this is her belt more than mine. Bring that stuff over too," Savage waved to Steamboat, who carried over Flair's crown and king's robe, which had still been in his corner. The Macho Man placed both of these on Elizabeth, draped the belt over his wife's shoulder and raised her hand in triumph, then quickly hoisted her up on his shoulder to a loud cheer. "I can do one better, Macho," Andre bustled over, took Savage around the waist, and hoisted both he and Elizabeth onto his own shoulders. "Not bad, Andre, just be careful," Bret winked knowingly at him.

"Macho Man, you did it," Okerlund approached the Giant and raised his microphone towards the new world champion, "How does it feel?"

"We're going to Disney World, oooooooooooh yeeeeeeeaaaahhh!" Savage declared, "Macho Madness is running wild!"

"What a match, Macho; this was one for the ages," Monsoon, having warmly embraced Marella, approached as well, "And Hulkster, what an entrance..."

"You know the Mega Powers stick together, Gorilla, and I have the Kanes here to thank for getting me here in time. Let them in," Hulk gestured for security to open the barriers for the Kanes.

"Let then all in," Bret waved at the nearest security officers, who nodded and opened the barriers for the rest of his family, the Kanes, and the rest of the front row. "Thank you, Bret," Helen gave him a kiss once the Harts had entered the ring.

"I wouldn't have gotten as far without you and Dad; you deserve this, Mom," he kissed her back, "And one day," he glanced at the Savages on Andre's shoulders, "That's going to be me, I can feel it in my gut..."

"It's going to be Davey too, Bret, and if he has to beat you for it, so be it," Diana, still looking upset her husband had lost earlier in the evening, snapped at him.

"Well, let's hope so, darling, but let's not fight right now," their mother told them gently, "This is Mr. Savage's moment..."

"Indeed. Everyone, all together," the Hitman picked up his daughter and son and waved with his head for everyone to get into a line, chuckling as Andre snatched up Hulk and Timmy with his free hand and lifting them up as well, "I think we should all take a bow for the fans."

"A bow is good, Bret. All together now," Steamboat, with Richie in hand and the Intercontinental belt draped over his shoulder, took hold of Bonnie's hand and stepped forward. The rest of the Rock 'n Wrestling Connection, and indeed all the other remaining wrestlers at ringisde, plus Okerlund and Monsoon, followed and took a pair of bows in unison as pyrotechnics exploded all around the ring, providing, without doubt, the perfect ending to the greatest sporting spectacle of all time...

OF COURSE, WE ALL RECALL EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED IN THE YEARS TO FOLLOW...

BUT, IT CAN STILL BE SAID THAT, FOR ONE BRIEF, SHINING MOMENT, THIS WAS CAMELOT.

THE END