wWC Halloween Hangover
Sunday October 20th, 2002
Staples Center, Los Angeles, California

As the wWC's 3rd pay per view begins, we start with a video promo with the build up to each of the matches here tonight, the International title build up with Potter taking out his opponents tonight on Overdraft 10, Trent Kane and Daz Van Dyke's battles over the past several weeks, the amazing feud between Devilz Darkside and Abyss/Soul since Nowhere 2 Run, one team will walk out out tonight with the Tag titles, will The Butcher finally get revenge on Froztie for ruining his personal life and nearly ending his life back in the gO, this will be decided in a butch match, and in the most long awaited re-match in wWC history, Bronx will defend his Undisputed World title against the number one contender Omar Owens, an iron man match is the setting, the future of the wWC gold and the naming of the title is up for grabs, the scene cuts to the arena where the action kicks off with the International title match and Jiraiya making his way to ringside

wWC International Title Match
POTTER(c) vs JIRAIYA vs CHRIS VARGAS

The Japanese National Anthem starts up and the fans leap to their feet. Jiraiya comes out from the back and makes his way down to the ring under a shower of applause from the crowd. Many in the audience bow in deference to Jiraiya as he climbs into the ring.

Franks: Hey Ray...Do you like it when I talk like this-ah?

Quadros: Don't you think that joke's getting a little old?

Franks: Yeah, I do...I was just trying to fit in.

Quadros: Loser

Chris Vargas makes his way out from the backstage area to a mixed reaction from the crowd, who just aren't familiar with him enough just yet. He heads down to the ring and climbs in, keeping an eye on Jiraiya the whole time.

Franks: I like this Chris Vargas guy...He's shown quite a bit in the last couple of weeks and he can show even more in this high profile match.

Quadros: Eh...I'd like to see him a few more times before I form an opinion on him. But for now, I hate him.

"Right Here, Right Now" by Fatboy Slim kicks up and Potter comes out onto the stage with the lovely Pandora Box-Grainger. He's got the International Title around his waist and holds Pandora's hand up in the air as she does a pirhouette, eliciting more than a few catcalls from the crowd. There are a lot of boos raining down on Potter, but there are still some cheers for the former crowd-favorite. There are even some signs professing some fans' love for "Jolly Potter". Potter looks disgusted by this, sneering at the fans that seem to love him and walking down the ramp, not getting into the ring just yet.

Quadros: Look at that! Some fans just don't get it! They love Potter because of what he's done in years past.

Franks: It's almost as if their love for the guy has made them blind to the way he's acted the last couple months here in the wWC.

Quadros: That or they recognize that it's been a change for the better.

Potter is still on the outside and the ref beckons him into the ring. Potter stands his ground on the outside, not moving an inch. He takes the belt off from around his waist and hands it to Pandora. He yells at the ref to make sure that Vargas and Jiraiya stay back away from the ropes so he can get in unharmed. The ref obliges and backs off Jiraiya and Vargas and Potter eventually rolls into the ring.

Franks: Potter looks to be in no hurry to get this thing going.

Quadros: I can't blame him. I hate triple threat matches. He doesn't even have to be pinned and he could still lose his title.

Franks: Yeah, and he also can't hold onto the title by getting disqualified.

Quadros: Exactly! See, you understand my point.

The ref calls for the bell and Jiraiya and Vargas advance on Potter immediately, fed up with his antics. They get to him and start to deliver punches. Potter does his best to defend himself, but soon falls victim to the numbers game. Jiraiya and Vargas battle with Potter until he stumbles back against the ropes. They each grab a hand of the champion and whip him into the ropes on the other side. On the return, Jiraiya and Vargas seem to be on the same page, locking arms and going for a big time clothesline, but Potter goes low and takes the two of them down with an incredible double spear!

Franks: Potter looked like Ray Lewis on that one!

Quadros: Except Ray Lewis never has to tackle two ball carriers!

Potter gets back up quickly and urges the other two to get back up with some hand gestures, yelling 'Come on!' loud enough for the cameras to pick up. Vargas is up almost immediately and he takes a step towards Potter. Potter reaches down and pulls his legs out from underneath him, causing Vargas to fall flat on his back. Potter twists the newcomer's legs around and quickly locks him into the figure four. He falls back and wrenches on the legs of Vargas, putting pressure on key joints. It's not long, however, before Jiraiya breaks it up with a swift kick to the back of Potter's head. Potter releases the hold and quickly covers his head with his hands. Jiraiya drops down with a quick leg drop across the throat of Potter and goes for the hurried pin. Vargas is trying to walk off the effects of the figure four as the ref counts 1...2..No! Kickout by Potter.

Franks: Already some great action here in the early goings!

Quadros: When you've got a match like this starting off a show, you know it's going to be a big night.

Franks: Sounds like something I'd say.

Quadros: I'm sounding like you? Please kill me.

Potter tries to get up, but Jiraiya clubs him back down to the mat. He turns back to attend to Vargas and is met by a spinning heel kick right to the chin from Vargas, sending him down to the mat. Potter gets up and charges at Vargas, who ducks down and throws Potter over the top rope and to the outside with a back body drop, his back slamming on the thin padding covering the concrete. Jiraiya gets up and charges at Vargas too and, again, Vargas drops his head down looking to do the same thing to Jiraiya that he did to Potter, but Jiraiya sees it coming, stops short, and kicks Vargas right in the face. This causes Vargas to stand straight up, leaving him prone for another kick with his other foot, and another, and another, and another, and finally a sixth kick, to the temple of Vargas, causing him to fall straight down to the mat, face first.

Franks: This is a dangerous time for Potter. While he's on the outside, someone else could end up with the International Title.

Quadros: Unfair, I tell ya.

Jiraiya eyes the downed Vargas, grabs his arm and drags him over to a corner. He climbs the ropes top the top turnbuckle, facing in towards the ring. He sets his sights on Vargas and flips forward, spinning gracefully in the air, doing one and a half flips, landing across the body of the prone Vargas. The move seems to have taken a lot out of Jiraiya as he falls off of Vargas and clutches his stomach, but he eventually is able to pull it all together and make the pin. The ref counts 1...2...No! Jiraiya is pulled to the outside by the recovered Potter. Holding onto his leg, Potter yanks on Jiraiya, which causes Jiraiya to come out of the ring and fall chest first on the mats on the outside.

Franks: That's a great move by Potter to make sure nobody wins while he's on the outside.

Quadros: He's the thinking man's champion.

Potter helps Jiraiya back up to his feet. Jiraiya tries to get the upperhand with a quick kick to Potter's gut, but Potter saw it coming and catches Jiraiya's foot. Potter gets a grin on his face until Jiraiya cracks him on the side of the skull with an enziguiri that sends him down to the floor. Inside the ring, Vargas is taking this time to recover, shaking the cobwebs from his head. He sees the action on the outside and holds his ground in the ring, knowing he can't lose the match with his two opponents on the outside. Jiraiya immediately drops down on Potter and locks him into a Fuji armbar, causing the International Champion to scream out in pain. Pandora Box-Grainger doesn't like what's going on and comes up to Jiraiya and kicks him in the forehead with the spike of her left high-heel shoe. This causes Jiraiya to break the hold and jump up and get in Pandora's face. Pandora quivers in fear as the referee admonishes her for getting involved.

Franks: That's just despicable.

Quadros: I'm glad you think so, too...Jiraiya should not be intimidating a woman that way!

While Jiraiya is distracted by Pandora, Potter is able to get back to his feet and he grabs Jiraiya from behind, wrapping his arms around his waist. He snaps his hips and brings Jiraiya over his head with a quick German suplex, slamming Jiraiya's head and neck on the thin padding, however, while he was being lifted, his foot caught Pandora in the side of the head and knocked her down. Instead of administering more pain to Jiraiya, Potter decides to check on Pandora to see if she's okay. He's standing over her and helps her to her feet, Pandora appearing to be okay, holding her jaw. Potter is still checking on her when Vargas decides to get involved in the fight on the outside and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Potter turns just in time to see Vargas coming down on him with a high cross body from the top rope to the outside. He crashes down onto Potter, the momentum forcing them ontop of Pandora, as well. All three competitors and Pandora are down on the ground, writhing in pain on the outside.

Franks: It looked like Vargas just got bored watching the fight from the inside.

Quadros: It was a bad move. He should have just stayed inside and let Jiraiya and Potter take each other out. Now he's down on the ground, with no idea where he is.

Vargas is the first one that is able to get to his feet. He looks down at Potter and then over at Jiraiya. He grabs Jiraiya and rolls him into the ring. He slowly follows him into the ring, unable to move much faster. Once in the ring, he drops down and covers Jiraiya. The referee makes his count 1...2...NO! Jiraiya kicks out! Vargas can't believe it. He goes for the pin again. 1...2...No! Another kick out by Jiraiya. He goes for another cover, but by now, Potter has gotten to his feet and is up on the mat on the outside of the ring. He sees Vargas going for the cover again and he hops up quickly to the top rope. The referee counts 1. Potter leaps off. The ref calls the 2. Jiraiya kicks out and Vargas rolls off. Potter lands across Jiraiya with a huge elbow drop. Vargas can't believe how fortunate he was to get out of the way.

Franks: That was amazing! The timing by Vargas couldn't have been better!

Quadros: I'm sure he would've gladly taken the hit from Potter if it meant getting the three count and being the International Champion.

Jiraiya is nearly out. Potter holds the pin, getting the 1 count from the referee before Vargas breaks it up really quickly with a boot to the back of Potter. Potter gets up and he and Vargas trade punches. Vargas gets the upperhand and hooks him, appearing to be going for a vertical suplex. Potter blocks it, however, hooking his leg around that of Vargas. Vargas goes for the suplex again, but Potter blocks it again. Potter reverses it and gives him a vertical suplex of his own, bringing Vargas down onto his back hard against the mat. Vargas gets up, groggily, and turns to face Potter. Potter capitalizes on his dazed state and kicks him straight in the gut, causing him to double over. Potter puts his head between his legs, underhooks his arms and brings him straight down, driving his face straight into the mat.

Franks: Clayhead! Clayhead! Clayhead!

Potter goes for the cover, but Jiraiya is stirring. The ref counts 1...Jiraiya gets up to his feet. The ref counts 2...Jiraiya sees what's going on and hops down, trying to break up the pin, but he's too late. The ref counts 3!

Franks: Potter wins! Potter Wins!

Quadros: And still International Champion, the gO's Potter!

Franks: What an incredible match-up! Jiraiya can't believe it!

Quadros: Well, believe it, Rising Son, because you may be an international star, but you're International Champion-ah!

Cemetary of fear match
TRENT KANE vs DAZ VAN DYKE

Franks: This is what many people want to see. Daz Van Dyke into the ring for the ring, well not the ring exactly. What chance does he have against the monster Trent Kane? Kane has proven a hatred and aggression towards Van Dyke.

Quadros: I give Van Dyke the odds of a drunk falling off his stool in winning this match. I think he will beat this freak.

Franks: Either way we will cut live to Hayes-Hendricks Cemetary. This will be the site of the first ever Cemetary of Fear match.

The Corporation Tron cuts out to the cemetary. A light mist fills the air. As the camera looks around. A gravestone with a grave dug sits in front of the camera. A Suburban pulls up and the back door is opened. Daz Van Dyke steps out. The president of the wWC is wearing a white shirt and jeams with taped wrists.

Franks: This is the first time Van Dyke has ever exposed himself like this.

Trent Kane walks from within the graveyard. He walks right up to where Daz stands. Daz goes chest to chest looking into the eyes of Trent Kane.

Franks: This is somehow, someway personal. Kick his ass Daz.

Quadros: For once I agree. We need to get this freak out of here.

Daz steps back one step and drills Trent Kane with a right. Kane shakes it off. Daz winds up and hits him again. Kane again just shakes it off. Daz winds up, but Kane catches the punch. Daz just tries to pull away from Kanes
grip, but is pulled right into a Short Arm Clothesline. Daz goes down hard.

Franks: Daz just doesn't have the impact with his punches to stop a guy like Kane.

Quadros: This sucks.

Kane lifts Van Dyke by the hair. Van Dyke throws a low blow on the way. Kane bends down and finally drops to his knees. Daz stands up and kicks Kane in the ribs. Kane remains bent over. Daz walks over the parked Suburban and pulls a baseball bat out of the passenger side.

Franks: A pop to the pills and now Daz is trying to make this match equal.

Quadros: Even the undead hurt there.

Daz walks up to Kane and kicks him again. Daz walks in front of Kane and laces him across the back with the Bat. Kane grabs at his back, as the bat crashes into the side of his head. Kane stops moving and just lays there.
Daz hits him again over the back with an overhead swing. Daz tosses the bat to the side and drags Kane towards one of the crosses. He digs into his pants and pulls out a pair of handcuffs. He hooks Kanes arms under the cross
and cuff them together. Daz points at Kane.

Franks: This is bad for Trent Kane. I had no clue anything like this would happen.

Quadros: Kill him Daz, save wWC.

Kane tries to get himself off of the cross, but he can't get his arms wide enough. Daz walks over the driver side of the Suburban and gets in. He starts the engine, and moves it in front of Kane cuffed to the cross. Daz
leans out the window.

Daz: Never fuck with me!!!

Daz slams the Suburban into the cross with Kane. A HOLY SHIT CHANT erupts in the arena. Daz rolls the vehicle back. The cross is broken and Trent Kane lays motionless. Daz steps out of the Suburban with a smile. The cross is
broken in half so he just lifts up Kanes arms and gets him off of the cross. He lifts him into a firemens carry and bring him over to open grave to win this match. He dumps the limp carcass of Kane into the grave. He lifts his
arms as he walks over back to the Suburban.

Franks: I am stunned. I don't know what to say.

Quadros: Hell Yeah!! Kill him Daz.

Daz gets back into the Suburban and starts the engine. He drives the Suburban over the open grave and stops.

Franks: Oh god!! Say goodbye to Trent Kane, and the roster shrinks one more spot.

Quadros: Do it!! Crush him!

Daz honks his horn and then dumps the Suburban into the grave. The driver side door opens and Daz crawls out. Trent Kane cannot be seen under the wreckage. Daz gets out and raises his arms. He goes back to the Suburban and pulls out a portable Mic. He turns to the camera crew and raises his arms
again. He turns on the mic.

Daz: Listen here! I run the show! I own the Show! No one pushes me around! Trent Kane never had a chance!  No one does! And that means gO also! I don't care! I run this show!

Franks: I am stunned and amazed at what just happened. What was suppose to be a great match is over with no more Trent Kane.

Quadros: Hell Yeah I hate Trent Kane!

Daz tosses the Mic aside and walks off.

Franks: I can't believe that.

A FREINDLY VISIT?

Backstage, The Butcher is getting himself ready for his Butch Match against FroZtie. The last of his gear is placed as he takes a moment to take in a few breathes of air and relax his mind. Just as he does so, the giant Abyss walks right in front of The Butcher. Butcher looks curiously as Abyss greets him.

Abyss: I just wanted to wish you the best of luck. I’ve been watching your work ever since I’ve made it here and between you and Omar Owens, there’s two legends I wouldn’t mind molding myself after.

The Butcher: Thanks, and good luck in your match. I know it won’t be easy, but I’ll tell ya, Tag Titles sure would look nice on someone other than the gO.

Abyss: I couldn’t agree more. I’ll leave you alone now, remember, good luck on whatever a Butch Match is.

Abyss walks away as The Butcher can’t help but break out a chuckle. He continues to relax as he smiles and the scene fades.

wWC Tag Team Titles
DEVILZ DARKSIDE (c) vs ABYSS & SOUL

“Resurrection” by the Misfits plays as Soul walks out first. He makes his way down the ramp as he just slides into the ring. “Between Angels and Insects” plays next as Abyss walks out holding the Television Title. He makes his way down the ramp to a chorus of cheers. He looks up at the ring where Soul is already waiting. Abyss walks down to ringside and leaves the title at the apron. He jumps up and walks over the top rope as he stands right next to Soul.

Franks: At 5’11, Soul is just completely dwarfed by the much taller Abyss. He must feel much more confident now.

Quadros: Either that or a bit inadequate in other areas. Have you seen the size of Abyss’ boots?

“Alive” by POD plays as the fans immediately react and boo the living hell out of the Tag Team Champions, Devilz Darkside. Both DM and HA walk out holding up the tag titles. They walk down the ramp confidently as they slide into the ring as well. All four men stand in the ring, as the tension begins to build up. Hellz Angel gives Abyss the nastiest glare ever and Abyss can’t contain himself as he moves in forward and begins punching away at Hellz Angel. The bell rings and Soul moves into the corner.

Franks: And with that, the match has begun! The big question here is, will Soul and Abyss get along enough to make this tag team work?

Quadros: If you’re 5’11 and in the ring against Devilz Darkside, you BETTER make it work!

Abyss whips Hellz Angel into the corner and as HA comes back, Abyss lands a clothesline that plants HA right on his back. Abyss looks over to the corner and points right at Devilz Messenger. Devilz Messenger just smiles and mocks Abyss. Abyss turns and sees Hellz Angel getting up. Hellz Angel wastes no time as he charges right at Abyss. Abyss lands a hip toss. HA gets up again but is hit with an arm drag. HA gets up once more but Abyss picks him up and lands him down for a scoop slam. Abyss just grabs a hold of HA’s arm and drags him over to DM’s corner! Abyss holds up HA’s arm and DM just slaps HA on the wrist, making for a tag.

Franks: Can you believe this rivalry? It’s so deep seeded already, that Abyss doesn’t care about who is in the ring already!

Abyss moves a few steps back as DM gets into the ring slowly. DM then changes pace as he charges right at Abyss, but Abyss sidesteps in time and grabs a hold of DM from behind. He turns DM around and lands a monster right cross on the side of DM’s head. Abyss grabs Devilz Messenger and whips him into the ropes, as DM comes back, Abyss picks him up for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Abyss just pushes DM off his knee as he looks into the crowd. The people are loving it! Abyss pulls up Devilz Messenger slowly and then whips him right into the corner. DM hits the corner chest-first! Abyss grabs him from behind for a reverse DDT! Abyss pulls DM back up again. He kicks DM right in the gut and as DM bends, Abyss pulls him in for a beautiful northern lights suplex release! DM is struggling in the ring! DM looks over to the side and sees HA with his hand outstretched. DM tries to reach over but Abyss just gets him in time and stops him from tagging in.

Franks: Abyss seems more than focused on this match.

Quadros: When are we going to see the smaller Soul in it though?

Abyss pulls up DM and whips him into the ropes again. Abyss clotheslines him down to the ground! DM felt the impact on his head. Abyss looks over to Hellz Angel who is just about to explode out of the corner. Abyss points at Hellz Angel and then walks over to DM, as Abyss pulls DM up and puts his head in between his legs for what seems to be a piledriver, DM reacts with a lowblow that the referee does not see! Abyss is in pain as DM just lifts his entire body up and over him! Back bodydrop as Abyss lands on the canvas! DM runs over to his corner and tags in Hellz Angel who jumps right over the top rope.

Franks: Uh oh, Abyss hasn’t recovered and Hellz Angel is back in the ring!

Hellz Angel just pulls up Abyss by the hair and whips him into the ropes. As Abyss comes back, Hellz Angel delivers a powerful neckbreaker! HA shoots right back up as he begins to kick mercilessly at the body of Abyss! Abyss is trying to cover himself but HA is just kicking him everywhere! HA stops as he looks down and says a few words. He picks up Abyss as he turns him around and delivers a few rights and lefts. Abyss seems to be in a completely different world. Hellz Angel whips Abyss into the ropes again and as Abyss bounces back, HA picks up Abyss for a sidewalk slam! The entire ring seems to move just a bit with that impact. HA goes for a quick pin! 1………..KICKOUT!

Franks: Not enough this time!

Quadros: Abyss needs to make a pin or he’ll fall victim to the DD once again.

HA pulls Abyss back up again. Abyss tries to recover and land a quick right but HA blocks it and kicks Abyss right in the mid-section. DDT! Abyss is down! HA comes from behind and picks Abyss right up! GERMAN SUPLEX! HA won’t let go! Another german suplex! HA once more! Abyss is completely out of it now! HA for another pin! 1……………tw…KICKOUT!

Quadros: This match looks like it’s almost over anyway.

Abyss looks over to the corner as he sees Soul just standing there. Abyss pushes HA right off of him and crawls quickly over to his corner. Just as Abyss reaches for the tag, Soul just drops down from the apron! Abyss can only watch as he sees Soul walk around ringside and make his way up the ramp. Abyss is then pulled back into the middle of the ring as HA pulls him back up. HA walks over to DM and they both tag in. DM and HA begin to punch wildly at Abyss as they simultaneously stop. They both grab Abyss and pick him up for a double vertical suplex! IMPRESSIVE!

Franks: Total dominance by Devilz Darkside now, specially since Soul has left abyss high and dry.

Devilz Messenger points to the outside as Hellz Angel rolls out of the ring. Devilz Messenger looks down at Abyss as he picks him up. He pulls him up and whips him into the ropes, as Abyss comes back, Devilz Messenger executes a drop toehold that lands Abyss right on his face. As Hellz Angel pops back into the ring, he sports a chair. The ref tries to pull it away from him but Hellz Angel just pushes the ref out of the way. Hellz Angel holds up the chair as Devilz Messenger pulls up Abyss. DM holds on as Hellz Angel swings, but Abyss ducks in time and the chair almost hits DM but he ducked in time too! Abyss falls to a knee as he tries to counterattack but Hellz Angel lands a CHAIRSHOT RIGHT ON ABYSS’ FOREHEAD! Abyss still is down on knee as Devilz Messenger just pushes his back to the ground and jumps on top of him. Hellz Angel just jumps on top of DM as the ref reluctantly counts……1…………….2…………..KICKOUT! Both HA and DM fall off of Abyss’ body as Abyss rolls over in exhaustion.

Franks: WOW!

Quadros: WOW!

Hellz Angel picks up the chair again in utter frustration. He looks down at Abyss and holds up the chair in the air but the crowd begins to pick up and cheer. As Devilz Messenger and Hellz Angel see the crowd reaction, they realize that something is happening, and once Hellz Angel turns around, he realizes that THE BUTCHER has made his way down and into the ring! Hellz Angel is met with a clothesline! DM tries to advance but The Butcher lays him down with a clothesline! HA gets back up but is hit with a dropkick! Dropkick to DM! Butcher turns around and clotheslines HA out of the ring! DM gets up! The ref is frantically calling for the bell! DM runs right at Butcher but Butcher ducks a clothesline, bends down, picks up the chair and swings but DM DUCKS IN TIME! DM rolls out of the ring as he joins his brother. The Butcher stands in the middle of the ring with the chair in hand as DM and HA both get up the ramp yelling some words at The Butcher. As they head to the back, The Butcher turns around and drops the chair. He extends his hand and helps up Abyss. Both men receive a standing ovation.

NEW ALLIANCE?

Backstage, Abyss is tending to some of his bruises with some of the medical personnel. The Butcher stands with him to make sure that Abyss is okay.

Abyss: Thanks for the help. I really needed it this time. I owe you one BIG TIME.

The Butcher: Don’t worry about it, just rest up. I do have to go though, I have a big match against FroZtie in a few seconds. You sure you’ll be okay here?

Abyss: Yeah, I should.

Just as they say this, Omar Owens and Freak Nasty 1 walk by and stop to check on Abyss.

Freak Nasty 1: Hey Abyss, you doing okay there?

Abyss: I’ll be okay my friend. I’m just sick and tired of the gO doing this crap to me.

Freak Nasty 1: I know what you mean. You’re beginning to develop permament bruises there.

Abyss: Look Omar, I know about your issues with trust, but if anything goes down during your match, you can trust on Butcher and me to help you out.

The Butcher: That’s right.

Omar Owens: Thanks but no thanks guys. I’m sure I can take care of Bronx by myself. The offer sounds nice, but I’ll deal by myself. Just get some rest, you look like hell Abyss.

Omar begins to walk away as Freak Nasty 1 just shrugs and follows Owens. Abyss looks at Butcher.

Abyss: We’ll keep an eye on him anyway, right?

The Butcher: Sure thing.

The scene begins to fade as The Butcher walks away ready for his biggest match ever.

Butch Match
THE BUTCHER vs FROZTIE

The crowd is completely jacked for this next match-up. It's FroZtie versus The Butcher in the second sanctioned Butch Match of all time. The specialized ring looks extremely dangerous with three of the four sides of ropes being barbed wire and three equally devastating pits under those barbed wire ropes. Only the entrance side appears to be safe. Each pit has a unique hazard of its own. One pit is full of bundles of barbed wire to wrap up your opponent in. Another pit has bundles of razor wire to tear and rip at the skin. And the last pit is quite unique. It's filled with sand and looks like a giant sandbox. According to The Butcher, somewhere in the sand there is a hidden land mine which is attached to explosives that are generally used in hardcore gimmick matches in Japan. And if the ring and pits themselves were not enough torture, do not forget some of the various items hanging on the outside walls of the pits. Shovels, rakes, keyboards, baseball bats, etc. are ready to be used as weapons. Kids, this is going to get ugly.

Franks: Folks, this match is going to be extremely destructive. I have never seen a ring quite like this before and one can only imagine how the competitors will use it to their advantage.

Quadros: This is one of the very few times I'll agree with you. Only the wWC can bring you something like this.

Franks: Yeah, if a blood bath is what you like, then that's what you're going to get in this match.

Quadros: I love blood baths!

"Soldier" by Emenem kicks up over the P.A. system and the hot crowd instantly goes into a frenzy of boos. FroZtie takes his time to come out from the back and walks down to the ring with a scowl on his face. He stops, looks at the ring, and wonders what he could do with it.

Franks: This man does not care what these fans think. Hell, he doesn't even care for a single human being.

Quadros: Well I like his intensity and mind. There aren't many out there that will do some of the things he's done.

Franks: Very true. Since The Butcher joined the wWC, FroZtie has done everything he possibly could to destroy The Butcher's life. Various interferences and attacks from behind have been FroZtie's way against The Butcher. Even cost him a shot at gaining tag team gold at Warfare. Just until recently though, FroZtie went and made things personal by kidnapping The Butcher's wife, Nikki Cortez, and beating her repeatedly. Then two weeks ago there was this disgusting scene:

We're shown FroZtie giving Nikki back but then suddenly hitting her in the abdomen with a lead pipe. FroZtie enters the ring and watches the scene replay on the jumbotron. He laughs as he watches himself hit her and run off, leaving The Butcher to tend to her.

Franks: That brutal blow sadly brought the death of her child.

Quadros: What are you all misty for? It wasn't even The Butcher's kid.

Franks: That doesn't matter! It's disturbing that he would treat a pregnant woman that way and purposely try to harm the child. He's one sick fuck!

Quadros: You can't say that on TV!

Franks: The fans bought this on pay-per-view so they're going to have to deal with it. Besides, they're going to see something much sicker when this match gets underway. So, yeah, I can say it.

Quadros: Good point. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

The crowd continues to boo FroZtie out of the arena but that quickly changes as "Nutshell" by Alice in Chains starts up. Out walks The Butcher with his Bag of Goodies and the crowd explodes the loudest its have this night. The Butcher stops at the top of the ramp, raises his duffle bag of goods, and the crowd responds. He then lowers the bag and starts to walk down the ramp towards the ring, keeping his eyes on FroZtie the entire time.

Franks: This man is on a mission. He wants revenge for FroZtie beating him in the first Butch Match, which nearly took his life. He's also going to be fighting for his wife and her child, which never got a chance to live.

The Butcher lays his Bag of Goodies down on the bottom of the ramp and then rolls into the ring. He stares at FroZtie and FroZtie stares back. They make their way towards each other but the referee stands in between them until the match officially gets underway. FroZtie has a few choice words with The Butcher and then SPITS in his face! The crowd boos as The Butcher backs away towards one of the barbed wire ropes to wipe off his face. He then grabs a hold of the rope and tugs on it, purposely placing the palm of his right hand on one of the sharp barbs, drawing blood. He then walks back towards FroZtie and they get in their faces again. The Butcher says something, FroZtie smiles from spitting in his face, and then The Butcher SLAPS FroZtie right across the face with his bleeding hand! The crowd goes nuts as FroZtie goes down hard, but gets up with some of The Butcher's blood on his face.

Franks: This match hasn't even started and blood is already flying!

Quadros: Wrong! This match has started!

Quadros is right. FroZtie throws the referee out of the way and starts to hammer away at The Butcher with a few rights. The referee calls for the bell and this match is underway! FroZtie changes up with a left and then a right but The Butcher dodges the right and gets in a right of his own! Now The Butcher is on the offensive. Right! Left! Right! Right! Left! Right! Left! FroZtie is down! The crowd cheers but The Butcher is brought down with a leg sweep. FroZtie tries for the quick win by applying the FroZt-Byte [Crippler Cross-face variation] but The Butcher blocks it. He then rolls out of the ring.

Franks: The Butcher just dodged a bullet there, Quadros!

Quadros: Damn right! If FroZtie locks on that move this match is over and my man wins.

The Butcher stands outside of the ring and leads FroZtie on by telling him to bring it to the outside. The crowd cheers louder as FroZtie looks around and shakes his head.

Franks: FroZtie looks almost afraid to go to the outside. That's The Butcher's territory.

Quadros: He isn't afraid! He just doesn't want to kick The Butcher's ass out there yet. He wants to test out these barbed wire ropes first!

The Butcher re-enters the ring and they lock up for a little wrestling. They tie up for awhile and release each other because pound for pound, they are pretty much equal. They go at it again but FroZtie decides to throw The Butcher towards the only set of normal ropes. Butch comes back and FroZtie takes him down with a vicious spine buster! The Butcher's head bounces off the canvass hard. FroZtie starts to play the crowd by raising his arms and yelling. The Butcher gets up though, as if unfazed, and gives FroZtie an upper cut! He then grabs FroZtie, throws him towards the barbed wire ropes but brings him back for a short effective lariat. He then stops on FroZtie and hits an elbow drop. FroZtie decides it's for the best to leave the ring now.

Franks: Now he understands!

The Butcher exits the ring a few steps behind him and gets nailed with a rake across the head! The rake handle shatters all over the place and The Butcher walks away holding his head. While his back is turned, FroZtie picks up the end of the rake and pops him on the back of the skull with the sharp edges. The crowd boos and blood starts to drip from The Butcher's head. FroZtie then whips him into the side of the sand pit. FroZtie then pushes The Butcher hard against the pit, trying to break his back. The Butcher tries to fight back but only gets clocked in the mouth with a right fist for his troubles. FroZtie continues to push him harder against the pit and punching him viciously with his free hand. With each punch, FroZtie gains more of an edge and nearly has The Butcher's head in the sand.

Franks: God! FroZtie is going to break his back if this keeps up!

Quadros: Keep it up!

As FroZtie continues to pummel and push, The Butcher starts to reach for a pair of kitchen tongs that were conveniently placed on outside of the pit wall. Suddenly, FroZtie lets go and backs off in pain as The Butcher falls to the floor. FroZtie is jumping around holding his nuts and The Butcher is on the floor spitting out some blood and smiling with the tongs in his hand.

Franks: FroZtie nearly got a vasectomy!

Quadros: Who's the sick fuck now?!

FroZtie turns around to check and see if his nuts are still there but that's a bad idea. The Butcher slowly gets up and throws the tongs into the crowd. We're bound to see them on eBay soon. He stretches his back in pain and then charges at FroZtie to spear him. FroZtie turns around at the last second and gets out of the way, causing The Butcher to crash into the barricade. FroZtie walks over to the ring, quite weirdly might I add, and reaches under the apron. Under there he finds a sledgehammer hidden away. He picks it up and looks at The Butcher with an evil grin. The Butcher is face down, shaken up, and doesn't know what's going on.

Franks: He wouldn't...he couldn't!

Quadros: He's going to!

FroZtie stands up over The Butcher, raises the hammer, and aims for The Butcher unaware head. He brings the sledgehammer down with immense force to kill The Butcher. As his arms come around his head, the end of the hammer hits the floor. The sledgehammer handle BROKE in the middle of the air! FroZtie looks at the jagged half of the handle and looks back at the hammer half behind him. He can't believe it! The crowd can't believe it!

Quadros: Of all the rotten luck!

The Butcher takes advantage and low blows FroZtie in the already injured testicles from behind. FroZtie falls to his knees and drops the broken handle on the floor. The Butcher stands up behind him and reaches for his Bag of Goodies! He raises it in the air and the crowd explodes. Then he reaches in and pulls out a medium sized framed and autographed poster of Kelly Clarkson! He then cracks it over FroZtie's head, causing the glass to shatter everywhere and FroZtie's head to go through the poster and frame!

The Butcher: Smile, FroZtie! You’re an American Idol!

FroZtie falls down to the floor and The Butcher walks past him towards the wall of the barbed wire filled pit. He sees a shovel and wants to use it. Meanwhile, FroZtie checks his head to see if it's bleeding. It is, and that pisses him off. He gets up, yells, and pushes The Butcher head first into the shovel that's hanging on the wall. The crowd reacts with horror as The Butcher falls down and his forehead has a large visible cut, maybe even a crack in it!

Franks: Oh my! The Butcher might be dead! Somebody help!

Quadros: Good riddance!

The blood begins to pour from The Butcher head as FroZtie stands over him, breaks the poster frame off his neck and tears the poster in half. FroZtie picks up The Butcher's limp body and rolls it back into the ring. He then enters and goes for the cover. The referee doesn't count because he's just as horrified as everybody else. FroZtie gets up off The Butcher and shakes the referee.

FroZtie: Count!

FroZtie then covers The Butcher again and the referee brings to count. 1...2...3!!! NO! NO! NO!!! The referee bounces up and shows everybody that The Butcher just kicked out at the last millisecond. FroZtie blows up and starts yelling at the referee about the count. The Butcher hasn't moved since kicking out.

Quadros: I'll be dipped!

Franks: I thought he was dead!

Quadros: He is now!

Quadros is talking about FroZtie rolling The Butcher over and slapping on the FroZt-Byte. FroZtie pulls back hard, trying to break The Butcher's back like he nearly did in the first Butch Match. The Butcher screams out in pain, showing he's still alive but wishes he wasn't. The referee asks if he wants to give up but he doesn't. FroZtie pulls back even more, trying to get The Butcher into a grotesque "U" shape. FroZtie loses grip though and falls back on his ass.

Franks: The Butcher is so bloody right now that FroZtie slipped off!

Quadros: Yeah, well I don't know if you should call that luck though. The Butcher nearly had a chunk of his head taken off from that shovel!

The referee checks on The Butcher and he responds slowly and quietly. FroZtie on the other hand is wiping the blood off his forearms and onto the mat. He then pushes the referee out of the way and yells at The Butcher.

FroZtie: You want to go out the hard way? Fine!

FroZtie picks up The Butcher from behind and hits a wicked German suplex. Then he hits another. Then another. Then another! Then finds the energy for another! Then another! Again! Again! Again! And for the tenth one he does a release German suplex, tossing The Butcher over a set of barbed wire ropes and into the pit of barbed wire! The crowd can't believe it as The Butcher lands back first into the bundles of barbed wire. FroZtie then moves over to the barbed wire ropes and looks at what he just did. The Butcher is laying there half buried in barbed wire. Then FroZtie climbs up to the top turn buckle and lands a FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH on top of The Butcher!

Franks: FroZtie REALLY means business!

Quadros: The Butcher never had a chance. I'd feel bad for him if I was a good guy but I'm not! Get 'em, FroZtie!

The Butcher and FroZtie both lie in the bundles of barbed wire, and they are both visibly in some pain. Imagine 270 pounds flying through the air and landing on top of you in a pit of barbed wire. Well, that's what just happened. FroZtie starts to make his way towards the ringside to get back in the ring. He's crawled halfway into the ring now but suddenly The Butcher comes to life and grabs him by the back of the trunks! He pulls FroZtie back into the pit and gets on top of him! The Butcher has a small bundle of barbed wire wrapped around his right fist and he's whaling away at FroZtie's face!

Franks: What a sudden change of momentum!

Quadros doesn't say a damn thing because his pick to win is getting pummeled! The Butcher hits him over and over again but then the gas runs out. He makes his way to the edge of the pit to get out and leans out. He runs out of energy and falls out of the pit and onto the floor almost. Unfortunately for him, his right leg is rapped up in the barbed wire and it's keeping him from falling out of pit totally. As he struggles to free himself, FroZtie gets up, bleeding of course, and sees that The Butcher is in a bad spot. He starts to pound away on the exposed leg and The Butcher yells out in pain as the little barbs continue to poke away at his skin.

Quadros: What a sudden change of momentum!

Quadros smiles back at Franks but Franks is disgusted. FroZtie continues to beat on The Butcher's leg and The Butcher doesn't know what to do. He's stuck. But then he sees that the shovel that he got slammed into earlier is hanging right next to him. He fights through the pain and reaches for it with his left hand. Finally, after a struggle, he gets it off the wall and plasters the unknowing FroZtie on top of the head with the backside of the shovel! FroZtie falls back into the pit, unconscious, as "Holy Shit" chants pick up throughout the crowd. The Butcher drops the broken shovel and frees himself from the barbed wire. He then lands hard on his back. Everybody in the crowd gets to their feet as The Butcher leans against the pit wall for a breather.

Franks: A much deserved breathe of fresh air for The Butcher!

Quadros: Shut up!

The Butcher does just that; he sits there to catch his breath. Meanwhile, FroZtie is coming in and out of consciousness. He begins to remember where he is and what he's doing again and feels it's best to get out of the sharp barbs that are poking at his skin and causing him to bleed. With each breathe The Butcher takes on the outside; FroZtie is making his way back into the ring. He crawls into the ring and the referee checks on him but FroZtie pays no attention to him. The only thing on his mind right now is bringing more pain to The Butcher. He barely gets to his feet and struggles towards the pit of razor wire. He gets down on his knees, carefully reaches through the barbed wire ropes, and grabs a small bundle of razor wire. He untangles some of it and luckily finds a piece about a foot and a half long. He then turns towards The Butcher's direction and makes his way towards him. The Butcher has finally caught some good wind and has risen to his feet. Then suddenly there is a crack in the air and The Butcher's scream following it. He falls back down to the floor in pain because FroZtie wiped him wickedly across the back with that piece of razor wire. The crowd boos as FroZtie stands on the second turnbuckle and is fiercely wiping at The Butcher! Lucky for The Butcher he is on the floor and the piece of razor wire is too short.

Franks: These men as finding creative ways to destroy each other!

The Butcher crawls towards the barricade to get away from FroZtie and his sharp weapon. FroZtie bashes the turnbuckle in anger because there is no way he's going to reach The Butcher now.

Quadros: He's going to have to go outside to get The Butcher.

FroZtie does just that. He steps back out of the ring as The Butcher uses the barricade to rise to his feet once again. The Butcher is in trouble now. But strangely, FroZtie charges at The Butcher with rage, and The Butcher counters him by tossing him over the barricade! FroZtie crashes to the hard concrete floor and security guards swarm the area to make sure the crowd doesn't destroy FroZtie. The Butcher gets a small smile over his face after just dodging what could have been a devastating move. FroZtie gets up from behind him though and wraps the razor wire around his neck, choking him and nearly cutting his throat! The crowd boos loudly as FroZtie pulls back and uses the barricade for more leverage.

Franks: That sick fuck!

Quadros: No doubt about it, FroZtie is going to win this one.

The Butcher uses both his hands to try to pull the razor wire away from his throat but he doesn't have enough strength to pull it away. FroZtie keeps pulling back harder and harder, cutting his own hands with the razor wire. Then out of sudden desperation, The Butcher throws his head back quickly and pops FroZtie in the face with his skull! FroZtie instantly lets go of the razor wire and backs off holding his nose. The Butcher attempts to toss the razor wire away but it gets caught on the barbed wire wrapped around his right fist. As he tries to unwrap the barbed wire from his fist, FroZtie tosses an old man out of his seat, kicks him repeatedly and then takes the steel chair. The Butcher has no idea what's going on until he gets clocked in the back of the head with the steel chair! FroZtie hit him so freakin hard the chair unfolded and wrapped around The Butcher's head!

Franks: My word!

The Butcher is surprisingly not out of it though. He's stumbling around with the chair wrapped around his head. FroZtie, driven by rage, jumps over the barricade and runs past The Butcher. He goes back into the ring and climbs up onto the top turnbuckle. He watches from above as The Butcher stubbles around, stunned, like a vulture eying it's prey.

Franks: What is FroZtie going to do?!

As if Franks' question was the cue to go, FroZtie jumps off the turnbuckle towards The Butcher and lands the Time Freeze DDT [moonsault into a DDT]! The Butcher comes down jaw first onto the chair seat and the chair breaks into two as he gets smashed onto the floor. "Holy shit!" chants start up again in amazement of what they just saw.

Franks: The Butcher is dead! The Butcher is dead!!!

Quadros: You can hate the guy, but you sure can't get any better than FroZtie! That move just earned him some respect!

FroZtie gets to his feet and doesn't give two shits that the crowd is showing him a bit of respect. Instead, he drags a table out from under the ring. He sets it up in front of the ring and lays The Butcher's limp body on top of it. The Butcher is totally out of it and definitely is in need of medical attention. FroZtie re-enters the ring and walks towards the pit of razor wire. The referee tries to get in his way but he gets knocked down by FroZtie. FroZtie then runs towards the side of the ring where The Butcher is, jumps up on top of the ropes and hits a SHOOTING STAR PRESS off the top rope and lands on top of The Butcher!!! They both crash through the table and the crowd cannot believe it!

Franks: All 270 pounds of FroZtie just got planted onto The Butcher!

Quadros: Now THAT was impressive!After a few moments, FroZtie begins to stir under the rubble but The Butcher isn't responsive. FroZtie finds the energy to roll The Butcher into the ring. The referee looks over The Butcher and it doesn't look good to him. He wants this to end NOW. FroZtie goes for the pin and the referee mercifully does a fast count...1...2...2.99999999999!!! The referee pops back in amazement along with FroZtie. The crowd is going nuts!

Franks: How in the hell did he kick out?! How?!

Quadros: I'm speechless. Usually I have something to say, but, God damn!

The Butcher doesn't want this to end just yet! FroZtie yells at the referee to count faster and then goes for the pin fall yet again. 1...2...3! NO!!! The Butcher put his foot on the ropes to break the pin!!! FroZtie explodes in anger and starts to slam the mat with his fists. He then pulls The Butcher away from the ropes and pins him again. 1! KICKOUT!

Franks: What the hell? The Butcher just kicked out at one!

FroZtie with a pin again! Kick out at one! Pins him again! Kick out at one! FroZtie throws another tantrum and pins The Butcher yet again! Kick out before the ref can do anything! FroZtie rolls The Butcher over and attempts to apply the FroZt-Byte but The Butcher comes out of nowhere and gets FroZtie into a nasty arm bar. The Butcher puts more pressure on the arm, pushing FroZtie's head into the mat. FroZtie yells out in pain and tries to reach for the ropes! He's too far away!

Franks: He's going to break FroZtie's arm!

Quadros: Where did this sudden burst of energy come from?!

Franks: When there's a will, there's a way!

The referee asks FroZtie if he wants to give up. FroZtie is yelling in pain but is too proud to give up to The Butcher! The Butcher keeps trying to put more leverage into the arm bar but he is starting to lose position from FroZtie's squirming, so he just releases the hold. He tries to think of something to do but his head hurts, and by the time something comes to him, FroZtie has super kicked him in the face and left the ring to check out his arm. FroZtie stands outside of the ring and backs away, rubbing his arm. As he backs up towards the ramp, he trips over The Butcher's Bag of Goodies. FroZtie stands back up, picks up the Bag of Goodies, and raises them in the air to mimic The Butcher's pose.

Franks: This can't be good for The Butcher!

Quadros: Oh man, things have just started!

FroZtie walks towards the ring with the Bag of Goodies and appears to want to enter with whatever weapons the bag may contain. As he brings one of his legs onto the ring apron, The Butcher finds the energy to slide across the ring and slide tackle FroZtie down to the floor once again. They both hit the floor hard and the Bag of Goodies lands a couple feet away!

Franks: The Butcher knew he was in trouble and somehow found the energy to thwart FroZtie's plan.

Quadros: Thwart? What the hell?

The Butcher crawls on all fours towards the Bag of Goodies but FroZtie grabs his ankle and tries to hold him back. The Butcher can't fully reach the bag but he is able to reach one of the small compartments on the outside. He desperately reaches into it to see what he can find. FroZtie is now up and is pulling The Butcher farther away! But The Butcher pulled out something! A RUBBER BAND! The Butcher turns around, pulls back, and fires the rubber band at FroZtie's head. FroZtie got hit in the left eye and lets The Butcher go to check his eye!

Quadros: One of the most lethal weapons...

Franks: ...a rubber band! I never would have thought to have seen that!

The Butcher picks up his Bag of Goodies and does his legendary pose once again and the crowd pops over their loud cheers. He opens up the bag and searches through it to find the perfect weapon to finish off FroZtie. FroZtie is utterly pissed off that he got hit in the eye with the rubber band, that he turns around and charges at The Butcher to gore him!

Franks: The Butcher is taking too much time!

At the last second, The Butcher catches FroZtie out of the corner of his eye and out of pure instinct, whips the Bag of Goodies by the handles at FroZtie! The handles rip off and FroZtie falls to the floor stunned like you wouldn't believe. The Butcher stands over him and starts taunting him with a grin.

Franks: The Butcher just used that bag of weapons as a weapon itself!

Quadros: That cheater!

The Butcher reaches into the bag and pulls out something, something very heavy that knocked FroZtie down. He reaches in and pulls out...a GRAVESTONE! A gravestone with FroZtie's name on it! The Butcher says something to FroZtie again and then throws the gravestone into the ring, almost hitting the referee. He then rolls FroZtie back into the ring. He picks up the gravestone with both hands and shows the crowd, who instantly pops yet again! The Butcher then sets the gravestone near FroZtie's head, grabs the leg, and goes for the pin! 1..............2...............THR......KICKOUT!!! KICKOUT!!! KICKOUT!!!

Franks: I've seen it all!

Quadros: FroZtie is back from the dead!

The Butcher looks at the referee and the referee just shakes his head. The Butcher gets up, bounces off the normal ropes and hits an elbow drop. Then lands another elbow drop. Another, and then finishes off with a leg drop. Pin! 1....2....KICKOUT! The Butcher uncharacteristically gets in the referee's face and tells him to count faster. This allows FroZtie to get up and hit The Butcher with a quick neck breaker! FroZtie then gets up, rubs the noticeable goose egg on his forehead, and then picks up the gravestone. He then reads what it says with one eye. FroZtie throws the gravestone down onto the mat in anger and starts to kick away at The Butcher's midsection!

Franks: FroZtie obviously didn't enjoy that!

Quadros: Well that headstone is going to be for The Butcher now!

FroZtie picks up The Butcher and Irish whips him towards the set of barbed wire ropes over the pit of sand. The Butcher hits it with such force that he sticks to the barbed wire and yells out in pain! Then suddenly, a GORE! GORE! GORE! FroZtie just gored The Butcher three times! FroZtie then wraps The Butcher's arms up with two layers of the barbed wire ropes. The tightly bound ropes start to cut into The Butcher's arms as he yells louder now that he's trapped! FroZtie picks up the gravestone, looks at it, and then looks at The Butcher!

Franks: NO!

FroZtie SMASHES the gravestone onto The Butcher's head and it shatters all over the ring!!! FroZtie is now getting booed out of the building as he laughs at The Butcher's crimson face that's covered in debris.

Franks: FroZtie is sick! Somebody get The Butcher out of there before he dies damn it!

The referee checks on The Butcher to see if he's alive. He then instantly starts counting to 10. 1...2...3...the crowd starts to boo the referee...4....5....6.....FroZtie starts to laugh even harder....7.....8.....9....The Butcher looks up at FroZtie!!!

Franks: Holy shit! Look at the grin on The Butcher's face!

Quadros: I'll be a son of a bitch!

FroZtie points at The Butcher and says, "Prepare to die!" as The Butcher struggles to get out of the barbed wire ropes. FroZtie backs away from The Butcher and goes to the other side of the ring. He gets down into a football stance and glances back at The Butcher! With a running head start, FroZtie GORES The Butcher one more time! So hard, the barbed wire ropes break off the posts and they both fall into the pit of sand!!!

Franks: Look out! There's a land mine in there!

Quadros: You land on that thing and you'll be blown back to Japan where that thing came from!

The Butcher and FroZtie don't care though. They continue to slug away at each other until FroZtie has the upper hand and is on top of The Butcher, punching away. The Butcher is laying on the barbed wire and it's painfully digging into his back as FroZtie punches him in the head to draw more blood. The Butcher reaches back, grabs some sand, and throws it into FroZtie's eyes! FroZtie turns around to wipe his eyes and The Butcher pushes him down and locks on the FroZt-Byte!!! It's over! FroZtie struggles to get out of the dangerous move but he is out of position to fight it! The Butcher pulls back harder, causing FroZtie to start to tap out!

Franks: FroZtie is submitting to his own move!

Quadros: So?! They aren't in the ring! It doesn't count!

Quadros is right and The Butcher knows it. The referee is literally pulling his hair out because he knows he can't end the match unless FroZtie is giving up in the ring. The Butcher just keeps pulling back, trying to inflict more pain on the back of FroZtie. FroZtie's frantic tapping moves some sand, which reveals the LAND MINE!

Quadros: Watch out you idiots!

The referee points at the land mine and backs away from The Butcher and FroZtie. The Butcher releases the FroZt-Byte and tries to push FroZtie's head onto the land mine! FroZtie finally sees it and uses whatever strength he has left to keep his head from touching the land mine. FroZtie has more strength though and bites The Butcher's arm for him to let go. The Butcher obviously does since FroZtie bit one of the wounds he received from the barbed wire. The referee yells at them both to get out of there and then he gets out of the ring to shield himself if it does go off.

Franks: I think the referee is going to play it smart and get the hell out of there.

The Butcher gets out of the sand and back into the ring because the sand is burning his wounds. FroZtie remains in the pit though, to take a breather. The Butcher slowly wipes some of the sand off his body as the crowd starts to churn up again in anticipation of what might happen next. FroZtie looks at The Butcher and can't believe he is still moving even though he looks like he got hit by a 16-wheeler. This is one of the very few times you'll ever see FroZtie worried that he can't win. But that worry is only momentary. His craze and madness takes over quickly and he reaches for the only weapon he can find that he hasn't tried yet...the LAND MINE!

Franks: Sweet mother of God! FroZtie just picked up that land mine without a second thought! He's insane!

Quadros: No, he isn't insane! He's just stupid!

The crowd goes into an uproar as FroZtie enters the ring with the land mine and faces The Butcher. The Butcher looks at FroZtie, then at the land mind, and then back at FroZtie again. He looks puzzled at FroZtie's intentions but then tells him to "Bring it on"!

Quadros: The Butcher is equally as stupid!

The crowd can't believe The Butcher told him to bring it and are now chanting "Holy shit, holy shit". FroZtie tries to hit The Butcher with the land mine but he dodges out of the way. FroZtie tries it again but The Butcher dodges at the last second. FroZtie makes another leap at him and this time The Butcher surprises him by kicking him in the midsection! Quick DOWNTOWN DROP!!!

BOOOOOOOOOM!!!

Holy fuckin' shit!!! The Butcher hit his finisher, the Downtown Drop, and the land mine went off as he and FroZtie hit the mat!!! As the pyrotechnics and smoke clear, every single person in the audience is standing on their feet cheering like you wouldn't believe. The smoke has cleared and in the center of the ring everyone sees FroZtie and The Butcher knocked out but The Butcher is PINNING FroZtie! The referee clears some smoke from his eyes and sees that The Butcher is pinning FroZtie! He instantly rolls into the ring and counts....1....2....THREE!!!

Franks: It's over! It's over! The Butcher has done it!

Quadros: Lucky win!

The cheer is deafening and paramedics begin to run down to the ring to help the two combatants. The referee has woken them both up by now and is raising The Butcher's hand, all though he can't stand. FroZtie is sitting across from him with the fried land mine in his hands. He just sits there looking at it as paramedics try to assist him to his feet but he refuses. The paramedics also try to help The Butcher to his feet but he refuses as well. They both want to walk out on their own.

Franks: Those two are tough sons a bitches.

Quadros: Damn right.

The Butcher is the first to his feet and extends his hand to FroZtie. FroZtie looks up at The Butcher and sees his hand extended. FroZtie throws the broken land mine at The Butcher and stands up on his own. FroZtie then slides out of the ring slowly and starts to make his way up the ramp, keeping his eyes transfixed on The Butcher, as if he'll never forget this moment. Most in the crowd cheer for FroZtie for surviving and putting on a good show; others just hate his guts and boo the hell out of him.

Franks: You've got to hand it to FroZtie. He's as cold hearted as they come but he has nothing to regret here tonight.

Quadros: You've got that right. I hope to see some more great stuff out of him again.

The Butcher tells the paramedics to back off again and he slowly exits the ring, with the crowd chanting, "Butcher! Butcher! Butcher!". He picks up his broken Bag of Goodies and makes his way up the ramp. He reaches the top and looks out at the crowd still giving a standing ovation. He raises his Bag of Goodies once again but this time he gets attacked from behind!

Franks: What the hell?!

Hellz Angel and Devilz Messenger come running out of the back and attack The Butcher for no reason! They knock him down and start beating on him on top of the ramp. Hellz Angel grabs the Bag of Goodies and tears it in half!

Franks: This is uncalled for!

Quadros: Yeah, what business do they have out here?

They don't care what the commentators say. They continue to beat on The Butcher and bring him back down to the ring. The crowd is in an angry frenzy as Devilz Messenger rolls The Butcher back into the ring. The referee tries to stop Hellz Angel but it isn't any good. He just gets clocked as Devilz Messenger enters the ring. Then Hellz Angel follows and they start to stomp away on The Butcher for no reason whatsoever. Then suddenly the crowd pops as Abyss comes running down to the ring from the back!

Franks: Oh man! Here we go!Abyss enters the ring and tries to help The Butcher but the numbers game catches up to him. Devilz Darkside start to demolish Abyss and bring him towards the pit of razor wire.

Quadros: Handicapped Butch Match, anyone?

Just as they are about to put Abyss into the pit of razor wire, Hellz Angel gets knocked upside the head by The Butcher. Devilz Messenger turns around and finds The Butcher standing there with his famous PINK VIBRATOR in his hands! He just hit Hellz Angel with the pink vibrator!

Franks: The pink vibrator makes its first appearance here in the wWC!

Abyss turns Devilz Messenger around! Choke slam! Devilz Darkside quickly exit the ring and start to make their way up the ramp to the back once again!

Franks: The Butcher and Abyss just ran the Tag Team Champions out of the ring!

Quadros: But why did they come out here in the first place?

Franks: Good question.

Abyss starts threatening Devilz Darkside from the ring and The Butcher just stands there wondering what the hell he did to get attacked from behind. The Butcher falls back to the mat from exhaustion and Abyss turns around to see him down as soon as Devilz Darkside went backstage. Abyss helps The Butcher back to his feet and out of the ring. There, paramedics follow the two up the ramp to the back where The Butcher will probably get in an ambulance and go to the hospital.

Franks: It appears The Butcher and Abyss have some sort of alliance.

Quadros: We'll have to see what develops next week if The Butcher lives that long.

Franks: Good point. What a match that was. Wasn't much in the way of wrestling but it was a hell of a beat down on both men.

Quadros: And to think, we've still got the main event left!

wWC Undisputed Title
Iron Man Match, winner names title
BRONX (c) vs OMAR OWENS

There's a real air of anticipation in the air as the crowd waits for the two men who will fight for the right to both own and name the WWC World Title. Everyone is looking to see who will emerge first, when the distinctive tones of "Forever" by Kid Rock hit the speaker system and the crowd erupts into boos. The Global Outlaws video plays and from the behind the curtain emerge both Bronx, and following behind him in a sharp gold suit, Jimmy Hawke. Both men raise their hands high in the air as they stride to the ring, clearly enjoying the boos and hatred of the crowd. Bronx slides into the ring while Jimmy walks around it and takes a seat at the commentary table.

Franks: Jimmy Hawke? What are you doing here?!

Hawke: Evening guys. As an official gO representative, I'm here to help you call this important match.

Quadros: A pleasure to have you here Jimmy.

Hawke: Thank you Ray. I'm a great fan of your work.

Franks: Oh brother…

The heavy sound of "Breathe" by the Prodigy rips through the speakers and the crowd absolutely EXPLODES. A massive burst of pyros greet the arrival of the hyper popular Omar Owens. He comes out from behind the curtain looking in great shape, backed up by his friend and manager Freak Nasty. Both men walk down to the ring, O2 taking the chance to high five a few fans before he slides into the ring and jumps to the second rope, striking a pose and drawing awesome cheers.

Franks: O2 is clearly the fan favourite here.

Hawke: That's only because the fans don't know what's good for them.

Quadros: So, how do you think this match is going to go then?

Hawke: I'll tell you this - you're going to see destruction here. You're going to see the end of one era and the start of a new one. You're going to see the gO holding the world title.

Franks: Hmph! We'll see about that Jimmy. Your boy Bronx has got a hell of a challenge on his hands. Omar Owens is as tough as they come. He's got a great technical background. He's got all the skills he needs.

Quadros: Heads up guys, it's starting!

The crowd is on its feet with a roar of anticipation as the bell rings and the timer starts to click down. Bronx and Owens circle each other cautiously, Bronx darts as though for a double leg takedown but Owens circles away and both men resume their pacing. The crowd at ringside is really getting on Bronx's case, throwing insults and the occasional plastic cup that the ref kicks out of the ring. Finally, the two fighters lock up in the centre, both men trying to use their power. Bronx gets the advantage and goes to a standing side headlock, applying as much pressure as he can muster. Owens looks for an opening but can't find one.

Quadros: The first exchange of the match has gone the way of gO. You watching this Franks?

Franks: Bronx isn't going to win this match with a side headlock.

Hawke: But he could….if he wanted to.

The crowd is electric as Owens looks to work an escape. O2 bounces Bronx off the ropes, breaking the hold, and goes for a drop down as the Outlaw comes back. However, Bronx sees it coming and drops down on Owens, immediately reapplying the headlock! Bronx leans back into the hold with a huge, shit eating grin as the crowd lay down deafening boos.

Hawke: Damn, but Bronx is smart. You see that Carl Franks? I taught him to do that.

Franks: One thing you didn't teach him is how to be an arrogant jackass - he knew that already.

Bronx, still keeping the headlock on tight, nails Owens in the face with a few open hand palm strikes, stinging little blows that piss off O2 more than anything. Owens tries to get up from the hold but Bronx applies more pressure and uses his weight to keep his opponent down. The crowd are infuriated with Bronx's stalling tactics and break into a chant of "BRONX SUCKS!". Bronx just laughs and leans back into the hold even further.

Franks: Well, our first few minutes have passed in this one, and Bronx seems determined to keep this one slow paced.

Quadros: Believe me, when Bronx is ready he's going to tear this place apart.

Hawke: Absolutely. But why waste energy now when he can beat Owens whenever he wants?
Owens is trying to get up again, using the energy of the crowd to gain momentum, but Bronx is wise and rolls Owens over in a headlock take down, shifting his body to lie across Owen's chest. O2 is now pinned even more. Bronx looks over to Freak Nasty and gives a patronising grin as O2's manager shouts inspiration and encouragement. Bronx continues to lean back into the hold, but O2 suddenly surprises him by sliding out and rolling Bronx over onto his back into a pinning position! Cover 1…2….Bronx powers out but that one caught him by surprise! Both men spring to feet and Bronx is furious. He goes off the ropes and swings a huge clothesline at O2, but Omar ducks it and as Bronx comes back off the ropes Omar slips around him and locks on THE LAST BREATH! Right in the middle of the ring! It's locked on tight! Bronx struggles briefly for the ropes, but realises he can't make it and instead taps out! O2 tries to keep the hold on longer but the ref forces him to break it. The crowd are going ape as the score board ticks over to read O2 - 1 Bronx - 0. Bronx rolls out of the ring, holding his throat and wincing, before walking over to the commentator's table and conferring briefly with Jimmy Hawke.

Franks: Yes!! Omar takes the lead in this Iron Man Match ! Bronx had no option but to tap out there.

Quadros: Do you see how smart Bronx is? He knew that hold could put him to sleep, he take the tap out so he wouldn't be wrecked for the rest of the match. That's brains. I bet Jimmy Hawke taught him that.

Jimmy and Bronx finishes conferring and Bronx rolls back into the ring, casting a wary eye at Omar. Owens is looking confident as the two lock up once more - and this time it's O2 who goes to a side headlock, smiling as Bronx struggles for a way out.

Hawke: Look at these pathetic stalling tactics from O2. He's running scared.

Quadros: I agree 100% with you there Jimmy.

Franks: I gotta deal with this for an hour….? Gimme a break!

Bronx struggles against the hold but O2 breaks it himself to sling Bronx to the ropes, catching him in a drop toe hold as he comes back. O2 quickly springs to Bronx's back, trying to loop his arms around to lock in another Last Breath, but Bronx scrambles to the ropes at top speed and forces the ref to break the hold and stand the two wrestlers up. The two lock up once more but this time Bronx gets the advantage with a hard knee into O2's guts, doubling him over. Bronx nails a few stiff rights into Omar's head and then slings him to the ropes, chopping him down with a stiff clothesline as he comes back. Bronx goes for a cover 1…2….Omar kicks out. Both men are up quickly and circle away from each other, before yet again locking up.
Bronx forces Omar back against the ropes. The ref gets between the men and forces the break. It's clean, for once, but they soon lock up again. Omar grabs the side headlock and wrenches it in. Bronx pushes O2 on to the ropes, Omar comes running back off the ropes and ducks a clothesline. Omar comes back and ducks another clothesline, much to the delight of the crowd, before  he puts on the breaks and dropkicks Bronx hard !

Franks: Great little exchange there. Omar used all his quickness and guile to get the better of Bronx.

Hawke: One dropkick isn't going to finish Bronx.

Bronx charges at O2, who's still against the ropes, but O2 catches him and slams him down with a spinebuster. 1.... 2.. kick out. O2 starts to hammer on Bronx's head before pulling him up onto his feet. Irish whip by O2 and he back body drops Bronx. Bronx pops up holding his back and O2 quickly grabs his arm and whips him into the corner. O2 charges in and hits the big clothesline. Bronx goes stumbling out of the corner and into a belly to belly suplex by O2 ! 1.... 2... kick out. Omar punches Bronx a few more times before yanking him off the mat.

Hawke: Dammit Bronx, remember what I taught you! You don't sit there and get beat up, you bail out of the ring!

Franks: Omar isn't giving your man chance to! He's beating him like a red headed step child here!

Quadros: Lap it up now Franks. There's plenty of time yet.

Omar whips Bronx to the ropes again and lowers his head, but Bronx is wise and kicks him in the shoulder to get him upright, then runs to the ropes again. Bronx ducks a clothesline, but comes running back into another one on the blindside! Bronx stumbles from the blow but stays on his feet, only to be whipped into the corner by Omar. Omar charges in but Bronx sees it and moves. Owens stumbles out of the corner and Bronx comes flying off the ropes with a bulldog! Bronx pauses for a moment or two to shake the cobwebs free from his head and pulls O2 up onto his feet. Irish whip gives Bronx a stiff looking  powerslam! 1... 2... kick out.

Hawke: Bam! Feel that Franks? Did you feel it? That was the sound of the tide turning.

Franks: You're utterly despicable. I thought Quadros was bad but you're ridiculous.

Quadros: Personally, I think you're a great assest to the commentary booth Jimmy.

Hawke: Thank you Ray. I'm glad that someone appreciates talent around here.

Bronx gives O2 some hard rights in the corner then hooks him up for a vertical suplex. Bronx has him up and is holding him there for quite some time. Bronx then falls back dropping O2 to the mat with the hanging suplex, floating over for the cover 1..... 2.... kick out. Bronx quickly pulls O2 to his feet and whips him to the ropes. Bronx tries a kick but O2 catches it. Bronx counters with an enziguri and locks on an ankle lock! O2 quickly makes the ropes and is then kneed in the face, knocking him through the ropes and onto the apron. Bronx tries a suplex back into the ring but O2 spins out and lands behind Bronx on his feet. O2 with a waistlock as they are in the ropes. The referee tries to break it up, as Bronx mule kicks O2! O2 drops to his knees as Bronx runs to the ropes and hits a seated dropkick. Bronx makes a cover 1…2…O2 kicks out. Bronx is losing a little paitience as he whips O2 into the corner but eats boot on the way in. O2 climbs to the middle turnbuckle and hooks Bronx up for a Tornado DDT! Bronx pushes him off and O2 hits the canvas hard on his stomach. O2 is on all fours as Bronx walks over and grabs a front facelock. DDT by Bronx! 1.... 2... kick out! Bronx grabs O2's legs and looks to be going for a figure of four but O2 pushes him off and into the corner. Bronx stumbles back and into an inside cradle by O2! 1.... 2.. kick out! Both men up and O2 ducks a clothesline and gets the backslide! 1.... 2... kick out! O2 is up he faster of the two men and nails Bronx with a stiff kick to the guts before scooping him up and nailing a stiff short powerbomb that plants Bronx down hard! O2 wipes some sweat from his eyes and looks out to the crowd before pointing to the top rope. The crowd go ape!

Franks: Here it comes! This could be it! This could be….Positively Breathtaking!

Hawke: I can tell you've been working on that little line for some time haven't you?

Franks: Um…yes.

O2 hops up to the top rope and strikes a pose before coming flying off with the Positively Breathtaking moonsault….but Bronx rolls out of the way at the last possible second and Omar hits nothing but the mat. Bronx shakes his head clear and quickly turns around, dragging Omar up before slinging him to the ropes and catching him the devastating neckbreaker known as the Choker Chain! Omar hits the mat hard and looks dazed as Bronx dives over to make the cover. 1…2….3! Bronx gets the pin to the make Iron Man Match all square at 1-1. Bronx stands up to celebrate as Omar rolls out of the ring to regroup.

Hawke: HA! I knew it! I knew it! Bronx has just shown why he's going to take that belt home tonight. One word Carl Franks - brains.

Quadros: You said it Jimmy. Omar got faked out there and paid the price.

Franks: Hmph.

O2 is getting a prep talk from Freak before rolling back into the ring to face a confident looking Bronx. They lock up but Omar spins behind with the hammerlock, ducks an elbow from Bronx and sends him to the ropes with the momentum, catching him in a deep Japanese arm drag on the return. Bronx leaps up immediately but runs right into another arm drag! Bronx is up a third time but runs into a huge monkey flip! The crowd are going wild as O2 goes over to Bronx, drags him up and whips him into the corner with authority! Omar runs into the corner himself and jumps up to the second rope, nailing punches right into Bronx's face!

Franks: Owens is hot coming off that lost pinfall! He's ripping Bronx a new a-hole!

Hawke: He must have already ripped you one, given the amount of shit you talk.

Franks: ……….

Quadros: Touché!

Bronx is leaning in the corner, clearly suffering as Owens rains punches down on him, the crowd counting along as O2 finally reaches 10! O2 jumps off the still dazed looking Bronx before turning around charging right into the corner looking for a shouler charge to the ribs….but Bronx somehow has the presence of mind to dive out of the way. Owen flies through the gap in the turnbuckles and smashes his shoulder right into the steel ringpost!

Franks: My God, Owens missed the charge and rammed his shoulder right into the post!

Hawke: Whoo boy, now you're going to see some work here Franks! Bronx is going to take that shoulder APART.

Bronx is still a little dazed from the beating he's taken but he shakes some of the cobwebs away and drags him out from the corner. Omar falls to the mat and tries to roll to shield his shoulder, but Bronx is wise and rolls him back planting half a dozen solid kicks into the injured joint before pulling O2 up by his bad arm before slinging him to the ropes. As O2 comes back, Bronx catches him in a arm drag and takes him down, holding onto the arm to apply a simple arm lock. Bronx looks up at the crowd and grins, shaking his head to get rid of some of the sweat running into his eyes. Omar looks in serious pain! The ref leans down to see if O2 wants to give it up, but Owens shakes his head. Bronx keeps the hold on for a little longer before getting his opponent up, pinning his hand behind his back and ramming the injured shoulder into the turnbuckle, once, twice, three times! Owens staggers back and cradles his injured arm as once again Bronx directs some stiff kicks into it.

Hawke: Oh man, Bronx is brilliant. Look at him working over that arm, he's going to cripple Owens for life here. No way can O2 take much more of this. No way.

Franks: Owens is as tough as they come! If anyone can survive this sadistic assault it will be him!

Bronx drags O2 up and drapes his sore arm over the top rope. Bronx hops out to the apron, grabs the arm then drops off the apron to the floor, still holding the arm! O2 gasps in pain and collapses inside the ring. Bronx grins and slides in, lifting O2 up and nailing a crushing shoulder breaker on the injured joint. Bronx tries for a cover, putting all his weight on the weak shoulder. 1…2…Owens out the back door! Bronx doesn't look that concerned though. Instead he drags O2 and slings him to the ropes, ducking the head and nailing a big back drop! O2 has to turn himself in mid air to avoid landing on the injured shoulder. Bronx is having fun now as he gets O2 up and slings him again, once again ducking for the backdrop. However, this time O2 slides in and grabs him in a small package! Cover 1…2…3! Owens caught Bronx with a snap pinfall out of nowhere to make it 2-1 to Omar!!

Franks: UNBELIEVABLE! O2, despite his injuries, caught Bronx napping and took advantage to take the lead in this brutal Iron Man match!

Hawke: ……….

Quadros: It's not over yet - and Omar's arm is still a wreck.

Bronx is up quicker than Omar and is furious with his opponent and himself for getting caught in the pinfall. He kicks out furiously at O2's shoulder, nailing shot after shot into it before picking Omar up and slinging him right over the top rope. Not content with this he follows his opponent out, jumping off the apron with a double axe handle….but Omar sees it coming, sidesteps it and instead nails Bronx in midair, hard in the guts with a stiff punch that turns the Outlaw a full 360! Omar is cradling his injured arm but goes to work with his good one nailing stiff shots right into Bronx's face, leaving him slumped against the guard rail. O2 grabs Bronx and attempts to whip him to the other side of the barricade, but Bronx reverses and its O2 who hits the steel. Bronx shakes some of the cobwebs away and rolls into the ring, shouting "Count him!" to the ref. The ref duly obliges and lays a count on Omar. O2 is just getting up from the barricade and looks like he's going to make it back to the ring easily within the count when suddenly, someone comes running through the crowd. The cameras track them - it's Soul! Soul comes rushing through the crowd to ringside and nails Omar from behind with an absolutely sickening chair shot to the back of the head! O2 collapses flat on his face and Soul makes his getaway, the boos of the crowd ringing in his ears! Freak runs around to where Omar is and tries to get him to his feet, but O2 is on dreamstreet, and is just just starting to get up as the count finishes. The ref counts Omar out, making the score 2-2 !

Franks: My God, O2 just fell victim to an utterly reprehensible attack from Soul!

Quadros: Hey, good spot.

Hawke: Well, you know, sometimes…..shit happens.

Omar is only just reaching the ring as the ref puts a second count on him. He rolls into the ring only to be met by a revitalised Bronx, who nails a stiff kick into his head to slow him down. Bronx takes the opportunity to look up at the huge clock - just 2 minutes of the Iron Man match remain! Bronx grabs O2, pins his injured arm into a hammerlock position and then executes a crisp Northern Lights suplex, crushing the arm under O2's own bodyweight! Bronx floats over and makes a cover 1…2…O2 manages to kick out at the last second. Bronx shakes his head in disbelief as picks Omar up slings him to the ropes looking for a clothesline - but O2 somehow ducks underneath the clothesline and nails a super stiff superkick to Bronx's jaw! A huge shower of sweat is sent flying from the impact and Bronx hits the deck! O2 with an immediate cover 1…2….2.9999! Bronx came out the backdoor at the last minute! O2 gets onto his knees and shakes his head in utter disbelief. The crowd are totally ape, they felt that O2 had they last pinfall for sure. Bronx's lip is pissing blood, he might have had some teeth knocked loose. Omar drags Bronx up and slings him to the ropes, going for another superkick - but this time Bronx ducks underneath and comes off the ropes on the opposite side. Omar fakes a clothesline but then spins around Bronx and tires to lock on The Last Breath! He's got one arm in place but Bronx counters by grabbing O2's weak arm and locking on The Byte! Omar is caught right in the centre of the ring, his injured arm is being ripped right out of its socket and he's clearly in agony…..but there's only 10 seconds left of the match!!!! In the crowd and down at the commentary table, everyone is on their feet!

Hawke: TAP DAMN YOU! TAP YOU SON OF A BITCH!

Franks: HOLD ON OMAR! THERE'S ONLY SECONDS LEFT! SECONDS!

10…9…8…7….Freak is imploring Omar to hold on just a little longer, O2 is in excrutiating pain!…..6….5….4….Bronx is sinking the hold in as deep as possible, trying to get that little bit extra leverage, something that will break down the incredibly tough Owens 3….2…..1….the ref is waving that its over! It's over! The referee is calling for the MC to make an announcement….

Hawke: OMAR TAPPED, OMAR TAPPED!

Quadros: YES!...Bronx wins 3-2

Franks: WHAT?!...you guys are off your head, lets go to the ring announcer for the official decision, he never tapped, get your eyes checked!

The referee is talking to the ring announcer through the ropes, they both nod at each other before the announcer speaks.

Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the Iron Man match...

Suddenley "Firestarter" by Prodigy kicks in and the fans erupt off their chairs as the wWC chairman Daz Van Dyke makes his way down to ringside, he has a microphone in his hand and starts talking as he walks down the aisle.

Daz Van Dyke: ...as Steve Buereno was about to stay, with the score at 2 falls a piece, this match will go into OVERTIME!

Jimmy Hawke is furious he jumps up from his announcers position and heads towards Daz screaming "you bastard, Bronx should keep the title if its a draw", they meet up near the corner post and Jimmy takes a swing at Daz, Van Dyke ducks and cuffs Hawke with a right of his own.

Franks: DVD has already defeated Trent Kane tonight and now he's taking out the Global Outlaws money man, go Daz!

Quadros: C'mon Bronx!

Back in the ring Bronx trys to roll Omar up with a school boy...........1.............2............2.9! 2.9! 2.9! 2.9!

Franks: Holy crap that was close!

DVD and Hawke take it down the aisle, O2 is back to his feet, so is Bronx, which way will it go, Bronx with a right, Omar with a right of his own, Bronx whips Owens to the ropes, tilt-ta-whirl backbreaker, no, Omar counters it and spins over, TOMBSTONE piledriver to Bronx

Franks: Cover him Omar!

Omar nips up and leaps onto the top rope, Owens holds his injured arm, and somehow leaps off onto Bronx....POSITIVELEY BREATHTAKING!...O2 holds his arm, and manages to pull Bronx's knee pad to hook the leg, the referee runs around to make the count.......ONE..........TWO........THREE!

Franks: OH MY GOD, OMAR OWENS HAS DONE IT, AFTER THREE MONTHS IN THE WWC, THAT MAN RIGHT THERE IS FINALLY THE WWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPION!

Quadros: I gotta give credit where credit is due, Owens fought the match of his life tonight, and so did Bronx, both guys can be really proud of their performance here at Halloween Hangover, Omar may be the champion but what will he call the title?

Franks: Good point Ray, Look at O2 celebrate in the ring folks, what an athlete, this guy is what the wWC is all about, will the Undisputed title be called that tommorrow morning?

Bronx by now has rolled out of the ring and is holding his ribs, Freak Nasty 1 is in the ring jumping all over O2, you'd think he's just won the gold, both FN1 and O2 hug as the crowd are in raptures, back in the aisle Jimmy is beating down on DVD, Hawke throws Daz down the ramp as the rest of the Global Outlaws come out to attack the wWC Chairman, before Devilz Darkside and Potter can get their hands dirty, Abyss and The Butcher come out to a HUGE pop, both men look beaten and battered after their respective matches earlier, inside the ring stands the new Undisputed champion Omar Owens, Freak Nasty 1, Abyss, Butcher, Daz Van Dyke whilst on the outside stands the Global Outlaws, Bronx, Potter, Hellz Angel, Devilz Messenger and Jimmy Hawke.

Quadros: Its a complete standoff, guns at noon, who will make the first move....5 on 5

Franks: Wait, look...its Soul and FroZtie!

Soul and Froztie come from out the crowd and jump straight into the ring, the 5 Outlaws enter to make it 7 on 5 in favour of the heels, the action is heating up when TRENT KANE back from the dead rises from under the ring!

Quadros: What the fuck?!...he was killed earlier tonight wasn't he?!

Franks: I can't beleive my eyes, its EIGHT ON FIVE NOW!

Trent Kane pulls himself up from under the canvas, he has a huge spade in his hands, everyone stands back, the Outlaws, Soul and Froztie laugh as they have the advantage, the five faces get ready for more action...

Franks: OH MY GOD!...TRENT KANE JUST TOOK OUT BRONX, NOW POTTER, AND THE TAG CHAMPS, TRENT KANE IS CLEANING HOUSE...BUT WHY?

Kane chokeslams Soul to the outside whilst The Butcher and Abyss double clothesline Froztie over the top rope, everyone in the arena is in complete shock.

Franks: It appears Trent Kane has alligned himself WITH Daz Van Dyke, this doesn't make sense, I'm afraid we are out of time.

O2, Abyss, Butcher, DVD, Kane, and FN1 stand proud in the center of the ring as the furious Froztie, Soul and gO are yelling abuse, Abyss and Butcher lift the new Undisputed champion on their shoulders as fireworks go off around the arena, FN1 nearly shits himself and ducks for cover.

Franks: This has been wWC Halloween Hangover, from me Carl Franks, and my partner in crime Ray Quadros, its been an epic...good night and so long!

Credit for this card:

Justin, Sam, Chris, Butch, and Spence, and for everyone that produced an RP in what was the greatest week in the wWC so far :-)