The final two square off - two of the finest technical wrestlers to ever enter the squared circle.
One proclaims to be the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be. The other? He's a freaking Olympic gold medalist. Oh, it's true! It's damn true!
After a moment's tentative circling, the two engage in a classic test of strength with hands locked. Hart gains the initial advantage, bending Angle back like a pretzel until the Olympian's shoulders are on the mat.
Sweat beads on Angle's forehead and his face glows crimson as he slowly but surely battles back to a standing position, delivers a knee to Hart's midsection, and folds him in half with a brutal looking Fisherman's suplex.
Pinfalls don't count, of course, but Hart is looking winded and he staggers to his feet. Angle singles for the Olympic Slam!
No!
Hart floats over and hits a reverse atomic drop on the Olympian, who staggers forward and into the ropes! Hart, seeing his opening, charges and prepares to deliver a hellacious clothesline to the back of Angle, who smartly plays possum!
Hart's momentum carries him into the ropes, which Angle low bridges! Hart goes over, but he's grabbed the ropes and landed on the apron.
Angle doesn't wait for the Canadian to regain his composure, slapping him in the chops. Hart retaliates with a closed fist, and Angle goes one better in attempting a clothesline.
Hart ducks and slams Angle into the mat by the back of his head!
Hart now clambering to the top rope. What's he doing?
Angle's up! He's trapped Hart on the top rope and we know what's coming next!
Overhead belly to belly! Hart nearly crosses the entire freaking ring!
Angle stalks the Canadian like a predator and its wounded prey. He goes to drag Hart to his feet.
LOW BLOW!
The Excellence of Execution has executed Angle's plans for future children!
He's got Angle up on his shoulders torture rack style and he's walking towards the ropes! Angle is over, but he's wrapped his legs around Hart's neck hurricanrana style. Can he drag the Canadian over?
No...
no...
Yes! Hart's toppled over the top rope and now both men are out on the apron. They exchange blows and both men are reeling! Which one will lose their balance first?
Hart gets aggressive and attempts a clothesline that floors Angle, but he's somehow managed to land on the apron. He smartly rolls to the inside, and Hart's following him.
Shoulder to the midsection from Angle before Hart can get into the ring. What's he doing? He's not going to attempt to suplex Hart into the ring, is he? Is he stupid?
He's got Hart up and he holds him there a while, letting the blood rush to his head. Down he comes, stomach first onto the ropes! He's had the wind knocked right out of him.
Angle lines it up and delivers a hard kick to Hart's jaw, and the Canadian has tumbled out and to the floor. Kurt Angle's done it!
Kurt Angle has won the first Random Royal Rumble and will go on to Random Wrestlemania!
