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If Joey maggs and jumping Jim brunzell are free as of now can ecw sign them please

Here is the WCW Roster as I see it.... Sting Rick Rude Curt Hennig Sid Vicious Nikita Koloff The Undertaker Shawn Michaels > To AWA on Loan Marty Jannetty Butch Reed Ron Simmons Scott Hall Flyin Brian Kevin Nash Davey Boy Smith Owen Hart Big Josh Michael Hayes Jimmy Garvin Fatu Samu Tonga Demolition Ax Demolition Smash Demolition Crush Kama Skinner Brad Armstrong Jacques Rougeau Pat Tanaka Paul Diamond Mr. Fuji Ricky Steamboat > From Memphis on Loan Great Muta >To Memphis on Loan Lex Luger >To Memphis on Loan Bobby Heenan - Manager Paul E Dangerously - Manager Teddy Long - Manager Diamond Dallas Page - Manager Paul Bearer - Manager Harley Race - Manager Dusty Rhodes > Currently in WWF till Feb 1st Dustin Rhodes > Currently in WWF Till Feb 1st El Gigante Savio Vega Sgt. Buddy Lee Parker Lt. James Earl Wright Johnny Ace Kendall Windham Bob Armstrong Scott Armstrong Bob Holly Mosh (Rookie) Thrasher (Rookie) Val Venis (Rookie) Bubba Dudley (Rookie) D-Von Dudley (Rookie) Marc Mero (Rookie) Buff Bagwell (Rookie) Billy Gunn (Rookie) Bart Gunn - (Rookie)- starts Jan 1st Van Hammer - (Rookie) - Jan 1st Tracey Smothers Jan 1st Steve Armstrong. - Jan 1st Paul Roma > January 1st Paul Orndorff > January 1st Going to WWF: Dan Spivey to WWF Jan 1st Going to Memphis on January 1st Cactus Jack The Barbarian Big Van Vader James J Dillon - Manager Going to AWA on January 1st Big Bossman Hercules To free agency: Afa Sika Jumping Jim Powers Joey Maggs Miguel Perez Jose Estrada Jr

Merry Christmas from England and can't wait to take things to the Extreme with my version of E C W

Sorry I missed that too. With the dropping of downtown Bruno and Johnny Hot Body can I pick up Louie Spicolli and Sir Oliver Humperdink.

Looking forward to what I can bringing to West Virginia.

Ditto! Hope everyone has a great end of 25 and awesome beginning of 26. WCW is set for some big things in 1991

Merry Christmas + Happy Holidays all.

And hopefully ECW will be the third. This might be the largest group of writers we've had in Dawn of War at one time. We are about to enter our 8th year and it is great to have this hobby and share it with such great people. Enjoy the holidays!

Now is as good a time as any to make the following end of year cuts, to make way for the new draft picks. The following will be going to free agency, effective January 1st : Genichiro Tenryu Billy Black Louie Spicolli Glamour Boy Shane Sewell Makhan Singh Also effective January 1st, Art Barr, Jimmy Del Ray and Shinya Hashimoto will be going to the AWA.

Just wanted to give a shout out to the two new promotions (Southeastern and Extreme). Looking forward to the new offerings with SECW already seemingly off to a good start.

(Reviewing things, realized that I had completely forgotten one of my intro videos. Sorry this comes out of order, folks) The scene comes up on a Rock club. The dance floor is full of people enjoying themselves. Then the music changes to start playing "Round & Round" by Ratt. A loud whoop is heard in the background. People start clearing off the floor, not because of the music but because of a new arrival. A man with a mullett, wearing a half shirt and cut off shorts, makes his way to the floor. Everyone, particularly the women, do everything they can to avoid them, but he pays it no mind. He just struts, jives, shimmies, and boogies to the music, happily dancing the night away. The text comes up : Dancing his way into Pacific Coast Wrestling ... Stevie Richards.

Voiceover: It’s time for Championship Wrestling on WOAY-TV, Channel 4! John Denver’s “Take Me Home, Country Roads” plays to wrestling action to kick off the program. Championship Wrestling December 21st, 1990 TV Taping - WOAY-TV, Channel 4 Studios Oak Hill, West Virginia Announcers: Chris Cruise Referee: Bruno Laurer & Nate Whitlock - Host Cruise welcomes everyone to Championship Wrestling before being joined by Rob Van Winkle who appears to be lost. The studio is decorated for Christmas which is right around the corner! - Cruise tries to get control of the situation but Van Winkle says he was looking for the bathroom and wound up here instead. Cruise asks how long RVW has been wrestling and the man counts “two” on his fingers before replying “2 matches”. Cruise stifles a snicker and says that explains things. Van Winkle nods his head in agreement before saying he’s here to face the best competition, afterall, how hard can it be? How hard indeed? - After RVW wanders off, Cruise talks about today’s program and the tag team rematch from two weeks ago between Pretty in Pink and the team of Shane Morton and Tony Williams. Should be a good one, so stay tuned! Chris Cruise throws it to a commercial break! ----- COMMERCIAL BREAK ----- - Johnny Hotbody versus Lil’ Frank w/Itchy Richie. The pink clad Hotbody finds Frank to be an elusive opponent as he tries to power him around the ring. Frank tests his luck once too often and is caught by Hotbody for a running powerslam to pick up the victory. - Following the win, Hotbody joins Cruise and runs down Cruise and the fans before going on a tirade about being the roughest and toughest guy (in pink no less) in these parts. ----- COMMERCIAL BREAK ----- - Back from commercial and the fans are excited as Cruise talks about Championship Wrestling and rundowns the weekly house circuit and where to catch all the upcoming action. - Pretty in Pink w/Tasha versus Shane Morton & Tony Williams. It’s the rematch everyone has been waiting for with the fans cheering the high-fiving Morton and Williams and booing Tasha’s troops. Both teams get right to it with all four men battling it out inside and outside of the ring. Both teams fight for control back and forth with Tony Williams being double teamed until a hot tag brings in Shane Morton who clears the ring as the fans go wild. All four men go at it inside the ring when the match resumes … WAIT THAT’S JOHNNY HOTBODY … AND HE’S GOT A CHAIR! JOHNNY HOTBODY’S JOINED PRETTY IN PINK! Hotbody slides into the ring and nails both Morton and Williams across the back at Tasha’s direction. Pink Assassin and Bodacious Pretty Boy hold down Williams as Hotbody drops the chair on him before leaping into the air and landing across it with a legdrop that leaves the young man writhing in pain. HERE COMES THE COMMISSIONER! HERE COMES WILD DOG! HERE COMES SCOTTY SUMMERS! We have pandemonium in the ring as the fans boo in the background as Chris Cruise signs off after wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and a reminder to come back next week for more Championship Wrestling!

In these scenes, I kind of like thinking of Severn sort of like the dad in a family sitcom. He sits in his chair , reading his paper in silence ... but he always has sage, compassionate, thoughtful advice when the kids come to him needing help.

The scene comes up on a private beach. A luau is in full swing with plenty of party goers. A pig is roasting on a spit over a fire, and tables are piled high with food. Music is playing, and the camera passes by Tina Ferrari, dressed in a bikini top and grass skirt. She is joyfully dancing under a limbo stick held by two other party goers. Watching her are Scotty The Body and Chris Candido, both wearing Hawaiian shirts and, oddly, their own grass skirts. Candido is leading the cheers for Tina while Scotty is sulking. The camera pans over to Buddy Rose. He is wearing a tropical shirt and big Bermuda shorts. He grins broadly. Rose : Greetings! Throwing a party to celebrate the season and invited a bunch of our friends. It's amazing how many friends you turn out to have when you invite them to a party. But the Playboy Club has a reputation as the most fun loving group in PCW and we intend to live up to it! We may have taken some lumps lately, but we are never going to let that stop us from having a good time. A good time for our friends, a bad time for our enemies, that is the way! (The camera catches , in the background, an interloper at the feast. He is wearing a Hawaiian shirt, a kilt, and , of all things, a sombrero pulled down and blocking his face. Cradled in his arms are plates loaded up with plentiful food. He is still able to tip up the hat and wink to the camera) What? Who's that ... PIPER? Hey, you're not invited! Guys, get him! Somehow, without dropping any food, Roddy Piper goes tearing off, cackling all the way, his sombrero flying off behind him. The Playboy Club give chase, but he is a dot on the horizon.

The scene opens up in a Honolulu bar at night. The camera passes through the crowd of merry makers and finds a table at the back. Sitting at the table are Barry Windham, Lance Storm and Chris Jericho. There are several empties on the table in front of them, and while it is clear they have had a few under their belt, they are ready to go a lot further. Many pretty women pass by the table, smiling at the handsome young men, and while Windham does his best to ignore it, the Thrillseekers eagerly return the smiles to the ladies. Windham turns to the camera. Windham : Howdy! This is the first trip for the boys here to Hawaii, apart from Aloha Spectacular. But that was work, and this is vacation, so I figured I would introduce the to the night life. What a difference a year makes. At the end of 1989, the Brigade was on the ropes. It looked like it might be the end of the road. But then along came ... the Thrillseekers! (Storm and Jericho raise their bottles in a toast) Just the thing we needed! These guys were an absolute shot in the arm. The result was a great year, we all had big wins at San Diego Battleground, and have plenty of momentum going into the new year. Hoping all you great fans out there have an awesome year too. The Thrillseekers : (raising their bottles again) FERDA!!!!! Windham : (laughing) Ferda! .... whatever the hell that means.

Leave it to Dibiase to make it a working vacation. Severn is surprisingly inspirational when he wants to be. I'm with Hamrick, PCO's diet regiment sounds just my speed.

The scene comes up in a Honolulu diner. Seated around a table are Pierre Carl Ouellet, Jason Jett, David Cash and Chris Hamrick. They all have glasses of soda in front of them, and the Money Train are looking apprehensive as the server puts in front of them big plates of french fries, cheese curds and gravy. PCO turns to the camera and grins. PCO : Salut! I figured I would take the time help my brothers here bulk up for the winter by introducing them to a fine Quebecois tradition : poutine! Jett : Ummm, won't this give us a heart attack? PCO : Courage, mon brave! This is just the thing to put some meat on those skinny bones of yours, and keep you warm through the cold winter nights. Cash : (muttering) But we're in Hawaii ... Hamrick : (eagerly tucking into the food) Hey, don't sweat it , buddy ... this is good! PCO : That's the spirit! Coming off a great year. I've made the best friends I could ever have hoped to make, and things are just going to keep getting better in the new year. (raising his glass of soda in salute) So , from all of us in the Money Train ... Joyeux Noel! The Money Train : (garbled by mouths stuffed with French Fries) Merry Christmas!

Awesome opening and ending with great stuff in the middle. I love when the babyfaces act like heels. Garvin, Slater and Muraco are after the Horsemen. The segment in the parking garage was so well done. Also, the ending was really well written. You did such an awesome job with the promos that you off sounding just like Flair and Hogan. Also loved the recap of the view that flowed in and out of the interview. Can't wait to see how the special ref does in this match of the century!

The scene starts at the beach in early morning. Jogging along by the water are Dan Severn, Steve Blackman, Shane Douglas and Big Bully Busick. They are all barefoot and wearing beach shorts, and they are all bare chested, except for Severn , who is wearing his Arizona State t-shirt as well as a small backpack. After a bit, Severn raised his hand and they stop jogging. Severn reaches into the backpack and gives them each a bottle of pineapple juice for refreshment before he turns to the camera. Severn : Hello there! Hawaii is a great place to relax ... and also a great place to stay fit. Nothing like a refreshing jog first thing in the morning to get the blood pumping. So, 1990 was an interesting morning .... we had some great success, but also lost some people we thought were friends. But 1991 is coming, and the new year is a time for reflection and renewal. In the Citadel, we take pride in our accomplishments, and try to learn from our failures. I know that isn't always the easiest thing to do, and I know this can be a hard time of year for a lot of people. So I just want to say to anyone out there who may be struggling, you are valued. If you need help, reach out and you will find that there are many who will be there for you when you are down. Meanwhile, I can say for the rest of the Citadel, we are looking forward to doing our best for you in the new year. Happy Holidays, everyone!

The shot comes up. It's night time in Honolulu at an exclusive club. The cameraman is led to a very private room at the back. There, seated at a table , are Ted Dibiase , Gary Albright and David Young. Each of them has a plate with surf and turf in front of them, with bottles of champagne to quench their thirst. They are all dressed to the nines, although it seems like a tight fit for Albright. Dibiase looks up, frowns and nods. Dibiase : Ah, you. Right, I have been expecting you. Gary? (Albright gets up and stands beside the camera man) I will make this brief, as I have business to do. The year comes to an end, and the Terror Collective has accomplished a lot. True, there were some setbacks at the end, but they are only temporary. The traitors have been removed, and we will continue to dominate Pacific Coast Wrestling, as we are destined to. As we speak, the wheels are in motion to bring us to the next level of greatness. The Man Of Means has decreed it to be so. (The door leading into the room opens, but before the camera man can turn to see who it is, he is stopped by Albright) This interview is over. Gary? Albright puts his hand over the camera lens and the scene is cut off.

Thank you.

Downtown Bruno is in West Virginia as referee Bruno Laurer. As is Johnny Hot Body under the name Johnny Weiss.

Demolition ends the Final Brawl with a clean sweep. R.I.P Josh. DDP. Bradstreet whatever you call him he came through for the Freebirds tonight. Sid decisively wins the battle of the Giants. Barbarian learns the hard way that you want to keep Nikita far away from his chain. Pillman chops down Hall to become the best wrestler on TV. Hennig becomes a made man by taking down the Dragon. Muta finishes the job Pillman started by taking all the gold from the Dangerous Alliance. Doom may have just put an end to the Rockers. Sting gets the Luger he wanted and still comes out on top. Race has found a new monster who violently cuts ties with Luger.

STARRCADE 1990 St. Louis, Missouri – Kiel Auditorium December 21, 1990 Attendance: 7,200 FINAL BRAWL Demolition (Ax, Smash & Crush) vs. The Samoans (Samu, Fatu & Tonga) Elimination rules with staggered, timed entrances The final confrontation between Demolition and the Samoans did not begin with all six men — it unfolded. The match opened with Smash and Samu, the two immediately colliding in the center with stiff forearms and headbutts. Every two minutes, another combatant entered, the violence escalating with each arrival. Ax joined to give Demolition the numbers briefly, only for Tonga to storm in and even the odds. When Fatu entered, the pace exploded — the Samoans swarming, isolating Smash and driving him repeatedly into the mat. Demolition weathered the storm, surviving on grit and experience alone. Crush entered last — and the momentum shifted. Crush’s power turned the tide, pressing Tonga overhead and slamming him to the mat. One by one, the Samoans fell — Tonga eliminated after a devastating Decapitation, then Samu after a crushing combination attack. Fatu fought alone, valiantly, but eventually succumbed under the combined assault. Winners: Demolition (Ax, Smash & Crush) The Undertaker w/ Paul Bearer vs Big Josh Big Josh entered confident, energized by the crowd — but that confidence vanished the moment the lights dimmed and the bell tolled. The Undertaker emerged slowly, methodically, accompanied by Paul Bearer and the ominous urn. The match was never competitive. Josh’s offense barely registered as Undertaker absorbed shots without expression, then dismantled Josh with heavy strikes, a massive choke lift, and a thunderous Tombstone Piledriver. Winner: The Undertaker WCW UNITED STATES TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP The Fabulous Freebirds (c) vs. Owen Hart & Davey Boy Smith Owen and Davey Boy wrestled with urgency, pushing the champions with speed and crisp teamwork. The match turned chaotic when Badstreet inserted himself at ringside — only for the shocking reveal as his mask was torn away. Badstreet was Diamond Dallas Page. The distraction was all the Freebirds needed. Michael Hayes struck Owen with a sudden DDT, and the referee counted the fall amid the confusion. Winners and Still Champions: The Fabulous Freebirds Sid Vicious vs El Gigante El Gigante’s size earned him respect early, but Sid Vicious struck from behind, targeting the neck relentlessly. Sid’s approach was methodical and cruel — clotheslines, chokeholds, grinding pressure. A brutal clothesline to the back of the neck put El Gigante down and a quick three ended it for everything… thankfully Winner: Sid Vicious RUSSIAN CHAIN MATCH Nikita Koloff vs. The Barbarian Bound together by steel, Koloff and Barbarian waged a savage, punishing war. Barbarian’s power tested Nikita’s resolve, but Koloff endured, fighting through blood and fatigue. A thunderous Russian Sickle, chain wrapped around his fist, sealed the victory. Winner: Nikita Koloff WCW TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP Scott Hall (c) vs. Flyin’ Brian Hall controlled early with size and arrogance, dictating pace and punishing Brian whenever momentum swung. Brian refused to stay down, surviving punishment and forcing Hall into frustration. Hall attempted the Diamond Death Drop — but Brian countered mid-motion into a lightning-quick hurricanrana. Winner and NEW Television Champion: Flyin’ Brian Curt Hennig w/ Paul E vs Ricky Steamboat This was wrestling in its purest form — a test of discipline, timing, and nerve. From the opening lockup, neither man rushed. Steamboat worked with crisp precision, grounding Hennig early and forcing him to wrestle at a pace he could not bully or shortcut. Hennig responded with equal confidence, slipping holds, countering transitions, and refusing to be outworked. The match unfolded as a chessboard. Steamboat targeted the arm, looking to soften Hennig for the Dragon Sleeper. Hennig shifted momentum with sudden bursts — a snap neckbreaker here, a perfectly placed knee lift there — never lingering, never wasting motion. Paul E. Dangerously stalked the floor, barking instructions, but Hennig barely acknowledged him. Midway through, Steamboat strung together his finest sequence of the night: deep arm drags, a knife-edge chop that echoed through the building, and a flying chop off the ropes that nearly ended it. Hennig barely escaped, rolling to the apron and forcing a reset. The closing minutes were frantic but controlled. Steamboat locked in the Dragon Sleeper, center of the ring. The crowd rose. Hennig fought it inch by inch, rolling his hips, shifting leverage, and finally slipping free. Steamboat charged — Hennig ducked — and in one flawless motion, hooked the Perfect Plex. The bridge was tight. The count was academic. Winner: Curt Hennig Steamboat sat up slowly, breathing heavy, disappointment visible — but so was respect. The crowd stood as one. He had not been diminished. He had been elevated. WCW UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP Rick Rude (c) vs. The Great Muta Rick Rude entered determined to impose himself physically — to turn the match into a fight rather than a contest. Early on, it worked. Rude bullied Muta into the corners, grinding forearms into the face, snapping suplexes with authority. He flexed, taunted, and smirked — but Muta never lost his composure. He absorbed punishment, retreated when necessary, and waited. Slowly, the tide shifted. Muta dissected Rude with surgical precision. Low kicks to the thigh disrupted his base. Sharp strikes to the ribs took away his power. Every time Rude tried to build momentum, Muta cut him down with speed and timing. Interference was anticipated and neutralized before it could matter. Rude fought back valiantly, landing a knee lift and a devastating backbreaker that nearly retained the title. He stalked, waited, and looked for the finish — but one mistake cost him everything. Muta exploded. A sudden handspring elbow turned the match inside out. Rude staggered. Muta climbed — measured — and launched. The Moonsault landed flush. There was no escape. Winner and NEW United States Champion: The Great Muta Muta stood alone, title raised, expression unreadable. No celebration. No explanation. Only dominance. WCW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP Doom (c) vs. The Rockers The Rockers entered knowing speed was their only chance — and they fought accordingly. Early exchanges favored the champions. Doom absorbed the Rockers’ quick strikes and answered with overwhelming force. Marty Jannetty became the focal point, targeted relentlessly. His face was split open early, blood pouring freely as Simmons and Reed isolated him in the corner. Shawn Michaels refused to quit. Despite visible injury, Michaels fought through pain, breaking pins, launching desperate aerial attacks, and throwing himself between Doom and his partner time and again. Every rally was met with brute retaliation. Doom did not rush. They dismantled. Jannetty tried to stand. He tried to fight back. He tried to crawl. The blood loss became too much. With Michaels screaming for his partner to hold on, the referee stepped in — forced to make a decision no one wanted, but everyone understood. Winners and Still WCW World Tag Team Champions: Doom (via referee stoppage) The Rockers were not pinned. They were not submitted. They were broken. WCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP STEEL CAGE MATCH Sting (c) vs. Lex Luger No interference. No escape. Only resolution. The steel cage sealed them inside their history. Luger controlled early with raw strength, slamming Sting into the steel and grinding him down methodically. Sting answered with resilience, bouncing back with sharp strikes and sudden bursts of speed that rattled the challenger. Both men bled. Both men faded. Neither man backed down. The match became a war of attrition — bodies crashing against steel, breath coming in gasps, every movement slower, heavier, more desperate. Luger lifted Sting for power moves again and again. Sting kept rising. In the final stretch, Sting found one last reserve. He climbed — slow, deliberate — knowing it would be his last chance. Luger stood, exhausted, reaching. Sting launched. The crossbody connected clean. The count fell. Winner and STILL WCW World Heavyweight Champion: Sting After the bell, there was no celebration at first. Just exhaustion. Lex Luger stood, stared at the champion, and extended his hand. Sting accepted. Harley Race protested — and Luger waved him away. The cage rose. Hope closed the night. ******************* Post-Starrcade Media Scrum – December 21, 1990 Kiel Auditorium – St. Louis, Missouri The camera cuts backstage to a crowded media area. Folding tables, microphones, photographers packed shoulder-to-shoulder. Sweat still hangs in the air. Sting, still in ring gear with the WCW World Championship draped over his shoulder, stands beside Tony Schiavone. Tony Schiavone: “Ladies and gentlemen, we are moments removed from the main event here at Starrcade. Sting has survived Lex Luger inside a steel cage and remains the WCW World Heavyweight Champion. Sting—” Before Tony can finish, movement stirs behind the cameras. The crowd noise rises. Sid Vicious steps into frame. Towering. Calm. Eyes locked on Sting. Harley Race follows close behind, jaw tight, arms folded. The mood shifts instantly. Tony Schiavone: “Uh—Sid Vicious has entered the media area.” Sid steps forward, looming over the table, eyes never leaving the championship. Sid Vicious: “Sting.” No yelling. No theatrics. Just that name. Sting doesn’t flinch. He squares his shoulders, gripping the belt tighter. Sid Vicious: “You keep walking around with that title like it belongs to you.” Race leans in slightly, voice low but sharp. Harley Race: “He survived tonight. That’s all. Survivin’ ain’t the same as dominatin’.” Sid takes one step closer. Sid Vicious: “I don’t survive.” He glances at the championship. Sid Vicious: “I end things.” Before Sting can respond, someone steps into frame from the side. Lex Luger. Still breathing hard. Hair damp. No jacket. No robe. He doesn’t rush. He doesn’t posture. He simply places himself between Sting and Sid — one hand slightly raised, palm open. Not threatening. Not defensive. Calm. He looks at Harley Race first. Then at Sid. Lex Luger: “This doesn’t need to happen like this.” Sid stares down at him, unmoving. Luger continues, steady. Lex Luger: “Sting’s the champion. He earned it tonight.” He glances back at Sting — no bitterness, no regret. Lex Luger: “If there’s going to be another fight… it doesn’t start here.” A pause. Lex Luger: “Not like this.” He turns back to Sid, voice lower now. Lex Luger: “Let it breathe. Let it be done the right way.” For a moment… nothing. The room is silent. Sid smiles. Then— BOOM. Sid grabs Luger by the throat. The cameras shake as Sid hoists him up— POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TABLE. Wood splinters. Microphones scatter. The media erupts in chaos. Tony Schiavone shouts in horror. Tony Schiavone: “Oh my God! Sid just powerbombed Lex Luger through the table!” Sid stands over the wreckage, chest heaving. Race doesn’t intervene. He doesn’t react. He just watches. Sting drops the title and moves forward, officials rushing in, security flooding the area. Sid backs away slowly, never taking his eyes off Sting. Sid Vicious: “You’re next.” Sid turns and walks out, Race following close behind. The camera lingers on the destruction — broken table, fallen equipment — and then settles on Luger, being attended to by officials, motionless but conscious. Sting kneels beside him, one hand on Luger’s shoulder. The crowd noise swells. Tony Schiavone (somber): “Lex Luger tried to stop something terrible… and paid the price for it. Fans, Sid Vicious has just sent a message to the entire locker room — and to the World Champion.” The camera fades out on Sting looking down at Luger… then up toward the direction Sid exited. The road ahead is clear. And it’s dangerous.

This was a really solid show and it felt like a true Memphis-style big night. The Lawler and Tommy Rich stuff carried the emotion of the card, and Rich turning heel paid off immediately by putting the crowd fully back behind Lawler. Scott Steiner came out of this looking like a made guy — beating Gilbert, Valentine, and Bossman in one night didn’t feel forced and really established him as a top player. The Austin–Jarrett time-limit draw worked because it made the tournament feel real, even if it clearly set that feud aside for later. The Missy distraction with Steiner was subtle and effective without becoming the focus. The finals were physical and believable, and the Boston Crab finish was a smart way to show Steiner isn’t just power