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Published by Cassidy on October 23rd, 2013 | Articles

From “The Three Count: My Life in Stripes as a WWE Referee”
By Jimmy Korderas

“We were in Oberhausen and it was a tag title match, Jeff Jarrett and his partner Owen Hart versus Edge and Christian. Yours truly happened to be the referee for this contest. There was nothing out of the ordinary at the beginning of this match; in fact, the heels began to get some serious heat on baby-face Edge. Then all of a sudden the serious nature of the match took a 180-degree turn and hilarity ensued. Like any good heel, Owen decided to reach into his tights and pull out a foreign object and proceed to use it on his opponent Edge.
All this occurred behind the referee’s back- once again, that would be me. Edge sold like he got hit with a brick. Owen then went to the corner and climbed the bottom rope, yes that is right, the bottom rope, and came off that bottom rope with a big splash on Edge’s lower legs and proceeded to cover his legs. Since Edge’s shoulders were down I started counting. Edge barely kicked out at two and three quarters. Then Owen proceeded to cover Edge with his crotch directly in Edge’s face. Edge then kicked out a little stronger this time. After Owen had used to the object several more times, again behind my back, the time was right for me to all him out on it.
Owen had hidden the object under his arm and despite my request to raise his arms, he refused to do so.
I told him that I would begin my five count and if he did not raise his arm I would disqualify him then and there. At this point I still did not know what the object was. I began to count, and when I got to four Owen raised his arms and a single red napkin floated harmlessly to the canvas. I couldn’t believe it. I looked at Owen and there was that smile again. I looked at Jeff, then I looked back at Christian and Edge, and it became a laugh-fest. I usually pride myself on the fact that I’m very good at not cracking up in the ring. That night I didn’t have a prayer. From that point forward it became known to us as the Foreign Napkin Match. “

(Page 103-104)

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