________      __ ___                           | || |\ \ /\ / /| __|                           | || | \ v  v / | __|                           |_||_|  \_/\_/  |_|                         __ __       __ _______   __                  |    //_  / | /| //_ /__   / | /__|\__/                  | / //   /  // |//      \ /  //   /  /                  |/|//__ /__//  //_______//__//   /__/                        ___  ___      ___   ________                  |    //__| /__\     /__\  /  //  //|/|                  | / //   //   \    /   \ /  //  // / |                  |/|//   //    /   /    //__//__//    |                  -------------------------------------- IIWF Coliseum, Portland, Oregon Wednesday 29 April 1998 ["It's Like That" by Run DMC vs. Jason Nevins begins, showing clips of the wrestlers in action this week... Icehawk with the cruiserweight belt held high! Deathbringer tossing Scott Bloom out of the battle royal! The Predators and Night Patrol fighting in the Congo! Rick Williams blinding Billy Shakespeare! A split screen of Binky held high by Terror and Reiner ver Magnusson posing in front of Derek Rage! And another split screen with Eddy Jacks pancaking Derek Mota and Christopher Stonebreaker carrying the Happy Hammer, Sledge....] SONG: # 'Cause it's like that! And that's the way it is! # [Cut to Dave Bacon and Larry Morton, in the studio] DB: Welcome to another edition of the War Room. I'm Dave Bacon, the top mind of Professional wrestling, and with me as always is Larry Morton. We have a jam-packed hour, so sit tight! LM: Dave, what happened to Becky? It's not like her to be late.... DB: I think she's having a word with the station manager. Why we were pre-empted yesterday for a tennis match I have no clue. Must be a lot of sickos out there who'd rather watch a thirteen year old girl's skirt lifting than top quality sports action. LM: Angry at Steve Roberts again, Dave? DB: Angry at the man because he has no idea what real wrestling is? Angry at the man who made a career out of being a mediocre JJS all star and a cut-rate colour man whose libido supersedes his desire to officiate the sport he should thank for giving him the only break he could ever get? Of course I'm angry. Damn fool took my parking space. LM: Let's go to the action. Our first match features Icehawk, the Cruiserweight Champion, in a non-title defense! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Icehawk vs. El Super Gecko [J] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Liana Oates made her usual stunning appearance, run to the ring Jin Rickshaw style, in a carriage pulled by two cruiserweights from the Power Prep school. Rewarding each of the newcomers with a kiss on the cheek, the stunning announcer made her way to the ring once more in total style. The Gecko, who has taken tremendous beatings these past weeks, was nonetheless high energy on his way to the ring, ready for the chance to prove himself yet again. Icehawk made his way to the ring with his team-mates from 4-D, Bear and Grey Phoenix, to a rousing cheer. The match itself was an impressive duel of high fliers, with the Gecko showing renewed life and hope, and Icehawk showing the stuff true champions are made of, rebounding from his Cruiserweight loss to Y.G.W. the week before to hit a surprisingly quick Arctic Blast and the pinfall win. Post match celebrations included the Gecko walking back to the cheers of the crowd, glad he wasn't hospitalised three weeks in a row. WINNER: Icehawk, by Pinfall, 1:42 DB: Icehawk with a good show here, setting up for his title defence on Saturday against Tragedy. And the presence of 4-D at ringside brings me to today's "Bacon Bit". [Theme to "Bacon Bit" begins, Larry wincing in obvious distate] LM: Who the hell picked that theme music? DB: Becks. Figured it'd shut me up. Today's Bacon Bit is about the resurgence in Stables here in the Double Eye. In the old days, we had the Horsemen... we had the Syndicate... we had Phil Collins and Genesis... and we of course had the Age of Rage. In time, all these groups faded away into nothing, leaving the Double Eye with only the Harlequins. Suddenly, there's more than one Stable. 4-D, founded by Kuyler Greyson. The Discordiacs, founded by Moxy Blue, which has split into Derek Mota's Coalition. Tim Turner and the Northpacs. And of course, the "Baddest Thangs Runnin'". How long will any of these supergroups last? My opinion? Not long. Discordiac Fever will hit each and every one of them... Edmund Fitzgerald's disappearance has already shown such inclinations with 4-D...and how long before Mota backstabs Rick Williams, or vice-versa? Good thing to think about. LM: And while you're thinking, let's go to our next match! Deathbringer! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Deathbringer vs. The Rotundos [J] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ A special stipulation in the contract allowed both Rotundos to wrestle against the Dead Man Walking at the same time, and after a big win over D'Artois and Magnusson, the Rotundos were set to earn the big time win here in this handicap match. Midway through the match, Chris Staley made his way to ringside, watching the Dead Man struggle. Deathbringer had a lot of power behind him, but it looked to be all over as the Rotundos with a series of avalanches, splashes and double teams wore the big man down enough to hit their finisher, the Double Dip Cone Powerbomb... before Deathbringer somehow kicked out of the two count pin... fighting back fiercely as the Rotundos lost their momentum quickly, Deathbringer landed a piledriver to Olaf Rotundo... and the victory. Taking the mic, he had this to say: DB: In just a few days a new champion will rule this league. And although the IIWF world heavyweight championship belt will put me at the very top of this league, I am still willing to accept a helping hand in finally demolishing all of those preliminary wrestlers here. So, mortals, you heard my words, this coming Saturday, I will be standing in that ring, and I will be joined by my new ally. You already know who you are... I await you... Staley watched unimpressed as the Dead Man and Blind Guardian left in their usual way... WINNER: Deathbringer, by Pinfall, 8:32 DB: When you face a man like Deathbringer you have to bring the fight to him... I think the Rotundos did a marvellous job containing him. LM: Question is, what is going on with Chris Staley? Why the vendetta? And who is this mystery man? DB: You got me on that one... however, one man who is _not_ hard to figure out is Rick Williams. Man is just friggin' mean. LM: Rick Williams in Action! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "To Excess" Rick Williams vs. Scott "Whine" Bloom [J] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Scott Bloom harassed Liana by grabbing the mike and demanding that this match be passed over, so the "screw-job" he's getting would end and he could get his rightful shot at the IC title. SB: "If that backstabber McArthur got a shot...why the hell can't I?" As if in response, the Blinder came out and attacked the JJS member mercilessly, giving him no chance for offence and coming close to Disqualification for his actions. This match ended in under a minute as he hit the Excessive Force early, leaving Bloom to whine from his pain-induced slumber. WINNER: Rick Williams, by Pinfall, 0:32 LM: Williams back in form as the Coalition sets for another assault on the IIWF... DB: At least they don't do that damn crotch slapping thing. LM: Thank heaven for small miracles, hmm? DB: Exactamundo. LM: We have a couple of matches from the cruiserweight tournament that were held in Japan's Nagoya Dome earlier this week...Let's see some clips of the action! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ KING OF THE CRUISERS TOURNAMENT SECOND ROUND: "Armitage" Steven Spector [LWC] vs. Youth Gone Wild [UWF] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Cut to footage of Youth Gone Wild standing in the locker room of the Tokyo Dome ahead of his match with Steven Spector.] YGW: Whew. Steven Spector. I stand corrected. I thought it couldn't get any harder after facing Icehawk in the IIWF Coliseum in round one. But if anyone can keep up the pace he set, it's probably you. I will say this. Whoever wins this thing, no one has any business saying they're not the best of the best. [Wild pauses for a brief reflection before continuing.] YGW: You're right about one, thing, Spector. This is a match people have been waiting for. I've heard of you, you've heard of me, but we've never been in the same circle until now. Every match a dream match, you gotta give the IIWF and SJPW that. I hear you're promising a fair fight. Hey, I have a liberal definition of fair, Spector, so it's an easy one to meet. Bring everything but the kitchen sink, but if you're going to hit me with it, do it from the front. That's all I ask, is we do this straight up. But that hasn't always been your rep, so don't think I'm not ready if you want to do it that way either. [Wild prepares to head out.] YGW: I really like these dream matches, Spector. And I really want to be part of a couple more. So bring your best, and let's make this worth remembering. [Wild starts to exit, then returns, remembering something.] YGW: Oh, by the way...what the hell is "Armitage?" [NOW he's ready to leave. Cut to the highlights.] He found out soon enough... "Armitage" Steven Spector and YGW put up one hell of a fight here in the Nagoya Dome, with YGW hitting a number of high risk manoeuvres, missing an equal number, as the Japanese crowd was solidly behind Armitage... Armitage fighting a technical battle-brawl here was able to counter hurricanrana from YGW into a powerbomb... which he followed with his Cherry Blossom Bomb... for the win. Pos match, in a show of respect, Spector raised YGW's hand to the crowd and helped him up. WINNER: "Armitage" Steve Spector, by pinfall, 11:23 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ KING OF THE CRUISERS TOURNAMENT SECOND ROUND: Big Greggy Cool [NPWA] vs. Jeff Fullbright [GFWA] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Easily one of the best matches in the tournament, this took the competitors nearly to the time limit to complete the epic battle. Playing timid early on, hitting only low risk moves, Jeff Fullbright found himself falling behind the imposing, and mocking, Cool, who impersonated him as he backed away from competition, biting nails etc. The laughter turned to pain, however, as Cool found himself on the receiving end of a number of higher risk manoeuvres when setting himself for the easy victory. Fullbright put on a dazzling show, holding nearly 5 minutes of solid unbroken offence against the Greggster, before a piledriver attempt was reversed into the SKANKensteiner... Fullbright regained his momentum, but lost when a neckbreaker attempt was turned into a spinebuster-roll up pin. WINNER: Big Greggy Cool, by Pinfall, 14:52 DB: Can't get much tighter than that. LM: One has to admire the resolve of these lightweights. Both Spector and BGC move on to the next tier of the Cruiserweight Championships... any bets, Mr. Bacon? DB: Well, I would have to say I like Steve Spector. he has a good grasp of wrestling tradition... and a _lot_ of skill to back it up. LM: Next up is a re-match that was voted by IIWF Ringside Magazine as one of the most wanted matches of the year...former champions square off as the Night Patrol takes on the Natural Predators. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Night Patrol vs. Natural Predators ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [The Night Patrol stands in the middle of the ring, the building empty. Brenda Hawkings stands behind Sgt. Rey Garcia and Lt. Jack Blazer.] JB: Doesn't look like anyone forgot about the Night Patrol since we left... by the way, Prophets, thanks for softening up the American Felons for us. We'll take it from here. RG: Don't think that we've forgotten either, Predators. You got lucky last time when the Dragons snuck out and saved you wilderness tails. That's not gonna happen this time, I can promise you punks that. JB: [turning it up a notch] PREDATORS! You Forest People thought you were on top of the tag team world, but now you're just another collar for the Night Patrol on our way to recovering the gold! Prepare to gat Jacked! [Cut to the highlights.] Pre-match, a video of the American Dragons, protesting, being shoved into a broom closet by the Night Patrol, was shown on the monitor... both teams made their respective entrances, with the predators more amiable to the crowd than they have been of late, Bear's face still painted half red as part of his blood-debt. The match itself was stellar. Both teams had tremendous offensive and defensive salvos, with Grey Phoenix getting a near fall on Jack Blazer early with his Wolf Maul. As the match moved on, it was obvious we were seeing a little bit of everything here. Blazer showed great power by slamming the 385lb Bear, and the double teams and quick tags kept the offence on both sides of this match going and alive. Bear hit Rey Garcia with the Kodiak Drive, at the 8th minute, and tagged in Grey Phoenix... who promptly went for Brenda Hawkings, who had pulled Garcia over to the ropes to prevent a pin. As he rolled in the ring, he was hit by Blazer, who had made the tag, and while Kuyler Greyson confronted Brenda Hawkings outside the ring, the Night Patrol wore down the smaller Predator with a series of attacks on his knees, setting him up for a number of near falls. This went on for a few minutes, until finally, GP escaped a press slam attempt from Blazer, hitting a superkick from behind and making the quick tag to Bear. Bear entered like a house of fire, levelling both Patrol members with lariats, before being backed into his corner where GP rested, weary. Hawkings distracted the ref as Rey Garcia slapped his hands loudly and rolled out of the ring, leading the ref to believe that the Predators had made the tag...bear protested until the 4 count, when GP was ordered in teh ring and fell prey to Jack Blazer's power once again. As they moved to a neutral corner for the Police Brutality, Hawkings smugly looking to the crowd, Kuyler began an argument of his own, Blazer coming to the ref's side to take a swing at Kuyler... which was enough for Bear to enter the ring and drag Garcia off GP and make a loud handslap of his own, pushing GP out of the ring. Hitting Blazer over the top rope as he turned, Bear hit the Kodiak drive for the pinfall win as this came on the monitors... [The scene cuts suddenly to backstage, where the Baddest Thangs Running, Caleb Temple and Gunnar "Grizzly" Gaines are standing. Gunnar is flashing his trademark Grizzly Grin, and even Temple looks unusually happy. They move apart, and we understand why. Behind them, that hooded, kilted man stands, and at his side, the multi-coloured "stipulation" wheel which Caleb Temple was seen with on Monday.] GUNNAR: Welcome to "Wheel of Misfortune", you sorry little fart stains. [Grizzly Grin from Gunnar and a chuckle from Temple.] TEMPLE: Assisting us with our demonstration tonight... well, not quite Vanna White... [The hooded, kilted man raises his hand and waves.] GGG: Butt Watch, I hope you're paying attention to this, because we, the two and only Baddest Thangs Running, are going to give you a little sneak preview of what to expect at Birthday Bash. CT: And it's _not_ going to be pretty. Trust me. GGG: Take it away, Vanna... spin the wheel and make the deal! [The hooded man spins the wheel, and the colours blur into one before slowing, separating, and stopping... at...] GGG: Coal Miner's Glove! Ooooooh, I _LIKE_ that one! [Temple reaches into a cloth sack at his side, and produces, yes, a steel-studded Coal Miner's Glove. He slips it onto his right hand and bolts through the curtains.] Temple and Gaines broke through the curtains as Bear's Hand was raised in victory, Temple hitting Blazer and Kuyler Greyson before anyone could react. At the sight of Gunnar Gaines, Bear rolled under the bottom rope, roaring a primal yell and lunging at the Grizzly's throat. A wild slugfest was almost broken up by Caleb Temple who was hit by a steel chair wielded by Brenda Hawkings. Grey Phoenix who had just begun to recover, was attacked by Rey Garcia and Jack Blazer, who both seemed set to take him out of action for good, when coming out of the curtains were the American Dragons, making a mad dash ringwards. Scalercio and Ivey were quick to take out their frustrations on the Night Patrol, as Grey Phoenix took advantage of his breather to vault over the top rope with a cross-body attack onto Caleb Temple. It took the full security team and the JJS to pull these for teams away from the action that had developed, Kuyler Greyson calming Bear as much as he could in this controversial match ending. WINNERS: Natural Predators, by Pinfall, 12:32 DB: Can we _possibly_ finish a tag team competition without some fool ass running in with a staple gun or a glove or a megaphone and trying to disrupt the victory? LM: Admittedly, competition has grown rather hot in the Tag division...I have to wonder how this decision will stand, though. The Predators giving the fans a dose of the Night Patrol's own medicine there. DB: Okay, for the sake of argument, let's just say the Dragons and Gaines and his little "black gloved veteran with two eyes" didn't come to ringside, okay? This match was fantastic? I mean, we'll have more clip of it, I'm sure, in the weeks to come, but I really think this match could have gone either way. The handslap fake tag is one of the oldest gimmicks in the book, and quite frankly, it made this match that much more exciting. The Predators came out with a victory, but the fan favourites did it in a way that was not exactly what they would have hoped for. Meanwhile, the Night Patrol drops to 0-2 against the Predators and get set for their big match against the American Dragons at Birthday Bash. LM: Another team we may see in action at Birthday Bash is the technical team of D'Artois and Magnusson. DB: See, here's where the tag division should be headed. D'artois and Magnusson have proven that they can beat what's been placed before them, not only handling the Rotundos with ease, but giving the prospect of the Benjamins' future in the IIWF serious roadblocks. I like this team, I'm not afraid to say, because it's comprised of two men who are capable of winning matches... and they know full well they can do it. LM: We'll see how well they fare against their opponents... set to make a run for the Titles themselves on Saturday, the Harlequins are in the house! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Harlequins vs. D'Artois/Magnusson ------------------------------------------------------------------------ MELODY: Three days, boys and girls! Three days until my men face Team Sychosys for the IIWF World Tag Team Championship! And tonight, two sorry individuals are in the way. Monsieur D'Artois and Herr Magnusson, my condolences to your loved one on your loss... of your lives. [The shot cuts to the locker rooms. Robert d'Artois and Reiner Ver Magnusson are standing there, in wrestling gear, waiting for their match. The cameras approaches them and they start to speak.] RVM: We'll make that short. First and foremost, we won't accept anything but a clean match from the Harlequins. We know that they are just two moronic brawlers who never actually wrestled a match in their life, but we hope that they'll at least give us a clean match. Something that we are yet to receive in this organisation. RdA: Exactly. Harlequins, although our record says that we lost two times, we know that it's just a lie... You will be the third win in our undefeated streak, and that's the only thing that really matters. We don't care much about you. We don't care about the possible things you might have done in the past. That's not important. The past means absolutely nothing. RVM: Tell'em why! RdA: Why? Simple. Because in the past, there were no athletes, no real competitors, no real wrestlers in this organisation... But, after Ring Wars 5, you finally had the opportunity to welcome in your group two men who are just about to revolutionise the standards to which you measure yourself and to bring new standards of excellence in this organisation. RVM: And you Harlequins, like that past, you mean absolutely nothing. You are just two casualties of war just about to be defeated by real wrestlers, by men that you shall admire and respect as the greatest ever in this organisation. RdA: We are the true legends of the IIWF!!! RVM: And, whether you like it or not, we just can't be beat. [Screen fades to black and returns to the broadcast booth.] This was another stellar match, even if Steve Roberts would have been bored out of his mind. Terror faced D'Artois in the early stages of the match, and D'Artois used a series of fireman's carries and armdrags, taunting the young Harlequin with his ability as a mat wrestler. After three such taunts, however, Terror came out a-swinging and caught D'Artois with a... arm scissor takedown? Terror surprised the Frenchman with a quick technical move, something that gave him a momentary advantage until D'Artois reached the ropes. As they separated, D'Artois made his way to the corner to tag Magnusson...and Chaos, who wanted to prove his own power, tagged his brother out. Here's where the action truly began. A test of strength proved at first that Magnusson was the stronger man...but when Chaos began to fight back...and indeed overwhelm Magnusson, a monkeyflip sent the larger Harlequin onto his back. Magnusson proceeded to work over the back, proving his strength by hefting the heavyweight over his head a number of times in slams, backbreakers, and spinebusters. tagging in D'Artois, a solid advantage was held with a series of quick double teams...until D'Artois was caught with a Dargon Screw leg whip. From there, Chaos went berserk, stomping and kicking the downed Frenchman, Harlequin style. Tagging in Terror, the double teams focused on crippling the talented D'Artois's legs, and when Magnusson rushed into make the save, he was greeted by a diving double lariat. Terror pressed the advantage by Irish whipping D'Artois to the Euro-Elite's corner and following with a shoulder tackle...that D'Artois sidestepped, and Magnusson greeted with a boot. D'Artois rolled up Terror for the pin, resting his legs on the middle turnbuckle for extra leverage and the three count... The bell was rung and the Euro's hands were raised in victory... until the Benjamins came running out. Melody and Comedy both argued with referee Hugo Hugo that D'Artois had been on the ropes... but when the Benjamins confirmed this, Hugo Hugo had no alternative but to order the match to re-start. D'Artois and Magnusson hemmed and hawed at this, refusing to re-win the match they already won, when a double dropkick from the Harlequins sent both men over the top rope. They left, arms raised high in victory and mocking the Benjamins as Hugo Hugo counted them out, and the Harlequins go into Saturday with another win. WINNERS: Harlequins, by Count out, 6:12 LM: Benjamins save the day! DB: Impartiality, remember? It's a shame that this match ended like that... it proved to be a hell of a contest between two top-notch teams... it's not often you see a decision reversed in the IIWF, and I hate to see the Europeans get screwed out of another win due to outside interference. LM: But you have to admit they cheated! DB: Of course they did. Name me a team that didn't... do you think that the repeated stomps of the Harlequins are "textbook?" Of course they bent the rules. The point is, the Harlequins go into Saturday's match knowing that these newcomers pulled off a major upset, whether it's called a win or not in the scorecard. LM: This leads us to our main event, Stonebreaker vs. Jacks. DB: Eddy Jacks is another one who's getting some long overdue recognition... let's face it, he's proven to be more than apt as a wrestler... and likewise has earned a little more respect from the fans because of it. LM: The capper! Eddy Jacks vs. Christopher Stonebreaker! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ MAIN EVENT: Christopher Stonebreaker vs. Eddy "Flap" Jacks ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [The camera opens on the figure of Christopher Stonebreaker, who can be seen pacing back and forth in the dressing rooms, the entire area a mess, from overturned tables and benches, lockers pulled off the wall, now lying along the floor.] CS: You know something, boys. I've played my entire stint here in the IIWF by the rules. I've done it as clean as the next man. [Chris stops and laughs at the comment.] Which around here, it seems, ain't saying much. Now personally, it didn't matter to me if myself or Turner came out this past Saturday night with the win. But what did matter is this little "wrestling" routine which seems to mean jack around here lately. Simon, it seems you just didn't want to step in the ring with the cajun. You didn't want the one man who could steal your spotlight in the ring by taking you out of the Intercontinental tourney, Well, I got news for you, "Showstopper", you just blew your chances of walking out of this organisation with any gold, because starting tonight, I'm going to start taking a few wrestlers.... No, let me rephrase that... a few "athletes" out of this sport, and Lebec, I promise you, that you're going to be one of those men who are going to find out what you and this entire organisation just gave me the right to do. As for you Flap, Wednesday night, you're going to be the showcase. You're about to wake up and realise that you're not stepping into the ring with a man who cares about wrestling anymore. On Wednesday night, Jacks, you're stepping in the ring who is going to use you to make a point to everybody who has decided that this sport about the best man in the ring. Jacks, use all the names you want to get my attention now, because after Portland on this Wednesday, you're going to be begging to get as far away from me as possible. And you Lebec, I suggest you keep yourself even farther off, because when I get my cajun fists on you... J'vais te briser! [Cut to the highlights.] This match was turned quickly into a Bunkhouse match, with Stonebreaker being allowed the "Happy Hammer of Justice" as House announcer P.L. Richman described it, while Jacks chose to enter the ring unarmed. This match was brutal, with Stonebreaker hitting Jacks with the blunt of the staff itself, drawing blood in the first few minutes of the match. The fans were unsure how to react to this...though the Hardcores cheered louder than ever at the violent upstart attack. Jacks was rocked as Stonebreaker hit a superkick using the hammer as a balance to add more force to the move, and Jacks toppled like a brick outhouse. Stonebreaker rested the hammer's head against Jack's throat, using it as a choke, and by the time the referee dragged him away, Jacks had been raised to fever tempo. When he attempted a powerslam to Jacks, a diving tackle from the big man knocked the sledgehammer form his hands out to the floor, and the nigh 400lbs of Jacks were focused on beating Stonebreaker bloody. Stonebreaker rolled out of the ring with Jacks in hot pursuit, only to catch him with the head of the hammer in the side. A glancing blow, but enough to slow jack s for a strong salvo of kicks and an attempted choke against the ring-pole, before Jacks ducked the choke and belly to bellied Stonebreaker into the steel steps. Taking control of the happy hammer, Jacks thrust it, head first, into Stonebreaker's chest, and squeezed him against the steps, before lifting the hammer above his head to swing down. Stonebreaker rolled out of the way as Jacks left a mighty sized dent on the steps with the hammer, and as the bell registered a double countout, both men, bloody and exhausted, battled up the ramp to the dressing room. WINNER: None, Double Count-out at 4:13 DB: That brings us to the end of another show and... [Enter Becky LaRue, holding a handful of hair, blood tipped at the end.] BL: Hey boys... how're my two favorite co-hosts? LM: Well I'm... DB: Morton and Kathy Lee are fine, sidekick. what the hell do you...? BL: Chest hair. Never thought programmers could be so greasy... DB: I don't want to know. Eddy Jacks and Stonebreaker, both getting a boost as hardcore wrestlers... just not sure that's what we need now in the Double Eye... We're out of time, folks, for the redheaded goddess and the banal Morton, this is Dave Bacon saying, we'll see you on Friday for Countdown to Saturday Night! [The Fox Sports network replay song plays as the lights fade to the trio talking. 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