KingBoggs33

This crowd didn't give any damn whatsoever that Kyle went over.

Thanks, everybody for posting shows and all your work. I have decided that I am going to go ahead and pull the plug on this project. It's been a fun time posting shows and getting things going again. I had a blast writing WCW but I feel this project has served its purpose and now I am going to let it go. I might post Starrcade but I am not sure about it. Thanks, everybody!

After speaking with Edgar, he has decided to drop out of the project. ECW will officially be closed.

WCW will select Stan Hansen to conclude the draft!

WCW will take Chris Hero ECW is up with b2b Also, guys, remember that if these picks take you over the cap, you have to release whoever is responsible to get back at the cap.

Sorry I went to sleep last night. WCW will take Big Van Vader and bring him back into WCW!

I really am enjoying this Earthquake push. It's really crazy considering his age was only 34 in 97. He always looked so much older. So him being the top guy in SMW is awesome to see. The RnR Express ontop of the tag division is only right to see in SMW. Awesome show!

WCW will continue building up the Cruiserweight Division WCW selects Ultimo Dragon @SirEdger is up b2b

@Autistic Dragonis now up

WCW will boost it's crusierweight division WCW will take A.J. Styles

WWF is on the clock and we will go ahead and start the draft.

Untouchable List Ahmed Johnson Buff Bagwell The Great Muta Hakushi Jushin Thunder Liger Misawa Stan Hansen Ultimo Dragon The Ultimate Warrior Vader Rookie Draft Class The Amazing Red AJ Styles Big Sal Bison Smith Brent Albright Bryan Alverez Chase Stevens Chris Hero Chi Chi Chuck Palumbo Cliff Compton Dale Torborg Danny Basham Eric Young Extreme Tiger Frankie Kazarian Giant Silva Iceberg Jake and Jesse Gymini Jun Kasai Knux Kurt Angle Lance Cade Lash LeRoux Low Ki Manu Mark Henry Mike Knox Mike Sanders Mistico Monsta Mack Naomichi Marufuji Rainman Ralphus Rene Dupree Rico Constantino Redd Dawg Robert Roode Russ Haas Shane McMahon Sylvain Grenier Takeshi Morishima TJP (Debuted at 14 under a mask must be used that way) Tony Mamaluke Vinnie Valentino Reference The Top Ranked Pro Wrestlers by Rookie Year-1998 (ainsworthsports.com) Draft Order Draft Order Round 1 ECW (Traded to WWF)- Kurt Angle WCW - AJ Styles WWF (Traded to ECW) (Traded back to WWF) - Mark Henry SMW - Eric Young Rings - Dropped Out Round 2. Rings - Dropped Out SMW - TJP WWF - Shane McMahon WCW - Ultimo Dragon ECW - Low Ki Round 3 ECW - Tony Mamaluke WCW - Vader SMW - Frankie Kazarian Round 4 SMW - Robert Roode WCW - Chris Hero ECW - Round 5 ECW - WCW -

WCW Monday Night Nitro Episode #105 10/27/1997 San Diego, California Commentary: Tony Schiavone, Bobby “The Brain” Heenan and Mike Tenay {The camera pans across a packed, electric arena as Pyro explodes, and the crowd erupts for another adrenaline-fueled episode of WCW Monday Nitro! We still get photos of what happened at Halloween Havoc last night! Hogan beat DDP to retain the World Title due to the turncoat as Tony calls him Lex Luger. Nitro wastes no time getting started as the music of The New World Order! This music blasts and here comes Hogan, Luger, HHH, Hennig, Mike Awesome, and Jake Roberts!} The arena is packed and buzzing, as fans hold up signs like “Why, Luger?” and “nWo = Traitors.” The nWo’s theme blasts through the arena as Hollywood Hogan, Randy Savage, Bobby Heenan, Jake “The Snake” Roberts, and Lex Luger swagger down to the ring, flanked by the nWo entourage. Luger, wearing a nWo shirt, takes center stage with a smug grin. Lex Luger: You people never saw it coming, did you? Diamond Dallas Page never saw it coming! And that’s because none of you can grasp the simple truth… WCW is deadweight! For too long, I tried to be the hero, the franchise that could save this place. But there’s no saving WCW—it’s a sinking ship! And joining the nWo? That was me grabbing onto a lifeline.” The crowd boos, chanting, “Sellout! Sellout!” Luger smirks, ignoring them. Lex Luger: “I spent years doing the work, playing the hero, all for a company that took me for granted. But the nWo—they understand what it takes to be on top and be elite. So I left WCW behind and joined the future. Page, WCW, all of you can consider this the official announcement that ‘The Total Package’ belongs to the nWo!” The nWo claps and cheers as Luger raises his arms in defiance. Suddenly, “Self High-Five” blares through the speakers, and the crowd erupts as Diamond Dallas Page storms down the ramp, fists clenched and eyes blazing. He grabs a mic, barely waiting for the crowd to settle. Diamond Dallas Page: “You’re out here, spouting off about how you ‘put in the work,’ but the truth is, you’re just another sellout! Do you think you’re better than WCW? You think you’re better than me? You’re a coward, Luger—a man who’s so scared of losing that he’d stab his friend in the back!” The crowd cheers as DDP stands toe-to-toe with Luger, who now looks agitated. Diamond Dallas Page: “If you’re as tough as you say, then face me tonight, one-on-one! Show the world who you really are, because I’m done with the talking—I want a fight!” Luger laughs dismissively, but before he can respond, the crowd pops as WCW Commissioner Dusty Rhodes steps onto the ramp with a mic in hand. Dusty Rhodes: “Hold it right there, Luger! You wanted to be part of the nWo, and that’s your choice. But let me tell you something, daddy: tonight, WCW is fighting back! And DDP, if you want Luger in that ring tonight, you got it! But there’s one condition…” Dusty glares at the nWo.: “If any of you nWo goons try to interfere, you’re suspended, and that’s a promise, baby!” The crowd erupts as Dusty lowers the mic, pointing at Luger as if daring him to accept. Hogan, Luger, and the nWo exchange uneasy glances, but Luger nods, smirking with newfound confidence. Luger: “Fine, Page. You want a match? Tonight, I’ll end you just like I ended WCW!” DDP and Luger lock eyes, the tension nearly explosive, as Dusty’s theme hits, and the fans cheer, knowing WCW isn’t backing down. The scene fades out as the commentators hype up the main event, ready for a night of intense action. WCW Television Championship Chris Benoit© vs Alex Wright Alex Wright makes his way to the ring to a solid cheer from the crowd, eager to avenge his tag team partner Disco Inferno’s loss to Chris Benoit at Halloween Havoc. The intense new TV Champion, Benoit, strides out, glaring at Wright with a cold focus as he raises the title high, showing no signs of holding back. The bell rings, and Wright opens with a quick burst, catching Benoit off guard with a series of arm drags and a standing dropkick that staggers the champion. Wright goes for a cover, but Benoit kicks out immediately. Determined to keep control, Wright follows with a flurry of kicks, but Benoit reverses the momentum with a brutal chop that echoes through the arena, halting Wright’s offense. Benoit whips Wright into the ropes and nails him with a snap suplex, then another, displaying a mean streak as he grounds his opponent with forceful forearm strikes. Wright attempts to fight back, but Benoit takes him down with a German suplex, bridging into a pin. 1… 2… Kickout! Benoit doesn’t let up, locking in a crossface chicken wing to wear Wright down further. As the crowd rallies behind Wright, he manages to reach the ropes for the break. Wright gets a quick second wind and catches Benoit with a sudden enzuigiri, followed by a spinning heel kick that floors the champ. Wright climbs to the top rope and lands a missile dropkick, quickly covering Benoit. 1… 2… Kickout! Benoit, showing his trademark tenacity, gets up and counters Wright’s next attack, trapping him in the Crippler Crossface. Benoit wrenches back as Wright fights desperately to reach the ropes but finally taps out. Your Winner and Still Television Champion Chris Benoit Benoit releases the hold, raises his TV Title high, and gives a cold, disdainful glance at Wright, showing the fierce streak that keeps him on top. Backstage, Mean Gene Okerlund stands by with Edge and Christian, who are in high spirits after their big win over the Legion of Doom at Halloween Havoc. Edge, grinning, adjusts his sunglasses as Mean Gene brings the mic up. Mean Gene: “Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here with Edge and Christian, fresh off their huge victory over the Legion of Doom last night. Gentlemen, what's the mood after taking down such a legendary team?” Christian: chuckling and nudging Edge “You know, Mean Gene, we just proved last night that it doesn’t matter how big, bad, or ‘legendary’ you are – when you step in the ring with us, you’re going down.” Edge: smirking “Exactly, Christian! LoD might have been the top dogs back in the day, but last night, we showed the world that the future belongs to us. The Northern Lights are here to stay!” Before they can continue, a furious Hawk and Animal storm into the frame, cutting off the interview. Without a word, Hawk grabs Christian and slams him into a nearby equipment case, while Animal charges at Edge, driving him back against the concrete wall. The ambush is brutal, with Hawk and Animal unleashing their frustration over the loss. Hawk: gritting his teeth “You think this is over? We’re just getting started, rookies!” Animal hoists Edge up and throws him hard onto the floor, then joins Hawk as they stand over the downed team, breathing heavily. Animal: leaning down “Next time, we’re not letting you walk out.” With one final glare, the Legion of Doom storms off, leaving Edge and Christian battered and writhing on the ground as Mean Gene looks on in shock. Tag Team Match Mortis and Hugh Morris with Doink The Clown vs Doug Furnas and Phil LaFon Doug Furnas and Phil LaFon enter to a solid reaction from the crowd, their focus sharp as they prepare to take on the twisted pairing of Mortis and Hugh Morris, accompanied by the menacing Doink the Clown. As Mortis and Morris make their way to the ring, Doink lurks nearby, grinning wickedly, his eerie presence immediately unnerving the audience. The bell rings, and Furnas starts off against Hugh Morris. The powerhouse wrestlers lock up, with Furnas taking the early advantage by forcing Morris back into the corner. Furnas lands a series of shoulder thrusts, showing his strength, then whips Morris to the opposite turnbuckle. He follows up with a hard clothesline, sending Morris stumbling back into the center of the ring. Furnas tags in LaFon, and the two execute a double suplex, showing off their teamwork. LaFon quickly covers Morris. 1… 2… Kickout! Mortis claps from the apron, urging Morris to get up as LaFon keeps the pressure on. LaFon whips Morris into the ropes and attempts a dropkick, but Morris holds onto the ropes, dodging it. Morris quickly tags in Mortis, who rushes in, immediately targeting LaFon with a series of stiff kicks and a spinning heel kick that takes LaFon down. Mortis smirks, capitalizing by wrenching LaFon’s arm and dragging him over to the corner. Mortis tags in Morris, who enters with a big elbow drop, then lifts LaFon for a bear hug, applying pressure while Mortis taunts Furnas from the apron. LaFon struggles, trying to reach Furnas, but Morris ragdolls him, tightening his grip. The crowd rallies as LaFon finally escapes with a series of elbows to Morris's head. LaFon then catches him off guard with a quick enzuigiri, dropping Morris to his knees and giving LaFon just enough time to make the hot tag to Furnas! Furnas charges in, taking down both Mortis and Morris with big clotheslines. He scoops Morris up and slams him with a powerful belly-to-belly suplex, then whips Mortis into the ropes, catching him with a spinebuster. The crowd erupts as Furnas is fired up, and Doink paces around ringside, visibly concerned. Furnas tags LaFon back in, and they prepare for a double-team maneuver on Morris. But just as LaFon bounces off the ropes, Doink suddenly hops onto the apron, cackling and waving his arms to distract the referee. LaFon approaches, shouting at Doink to get down, but Doink reaches into his coat pocket and throws a handful of confetti right into LaFon’s face, momentarily blinding him. The referee, still distracted by Doink’s antics, misses the interference. Mortis seizes the opening, entering the ring and nailing Furnas with a low blow, sending him rolling out of the ring. Morris, seeing his chance, grabs LaFon from behind and hits a big powerslam. Mortis tags in and climbs to the top rope as Morris hoists LaFon up in a powerbomb position. With a nod from Doink, Mortis jumps, hitting LaFon with a top-rope neckbreaker/powerbomb combo. Mortis quickly covers LaFon. 1… 2… 3! The bell rings as Mortis and Hugh Morris are declared the winners. Doink jumps into the ring, laughing maniacally, his twisted plan having worked perfectly. Mortis and Morris stand victorious, with Doink mockingly clapping at the downed Furnas and LaFon, celebrating their underhanded win as the crowd boos the sinister trio. The camera cuts to a dimly lit backstage area, where Owen Hart stands in front of a large mirror, adjusting his championship belt—the WCW US Title—proudly draped over his shoulder. He looks into the camera, a confident smile on his face. Owen Hart: “You know, winning this title means everything to me. I’ve fought tooth and nail to get here, and now, I’m ready to show the world that the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be is right here in WCW!” As Owen revels in his victory, Jake “The Snake” Roberts walks into the frame, a sly grin on his face and the nWo colors visible on his attire. He leans casually against the wall, arms crossed, observing Owen with a predatory gaze. Jake Roberts: “Congratulations, Owen. Quite the achievement. But I’m here to remind you that the nWo doesn’t take kindly to anyone holding gold.” Owen narrows his eyes, his confidence unwavering. Owen Hart: “What’s that supposed to mean, Jake? You think I’m scared of the nWo? I’ve dealt with bigger threats before.” Jake steps closer, the smile fading as he leans in, his voice low and menacing. Jake Roberts: “Oh, I know you’re tough. But Mike Awesome is on a mission, and that US Title is at the top of his list. You might think you’re ready to defend it, but trust me, the nWo doesn’t play by the rules. We take what we want, and right now, we want you and that shiny title of yours.” Owen straightens, his demeanor shifting to a defensive stance. Owen Hart: “Let him come. I’ll defend this title against anyone. The nWo might think they’re unstoppable, but they’ll find out just how wrong they are when they step in the ring with me.” Jake chuckles, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and menace. Jake Roberts: “Brave words, Owen. But remember, it’s not just Mike Awesome you have to worry about. The nWo has eyes everywhere. We operate in the shadows, and we’ll strike when you least expect it.” Owen takes a step closer, staring Jake down, his resolve firm. Owen Hart: “I’ll be ready. Let Mike Awesome and the nWo come after me. This title means everything, and I won’t let anyone take it away without a fight.” Jake smirks, backing away slightly as he raises his hands in mock surrender. Jake Roberts: “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you. The nWo always gets what it wants. Good luck, champ.” With that, Jake turns and walks away, the sinister tension hanging in the air as Owen watches him go, fully aware of the storm brewing on the horizon. Singles Match Bill Goldberg vs Roadblock The arena erupts as Bill Goldberg’s entrance music blares through the speakers, igniting the crowd into a frenzy. He strides down the ramp with an intense look, his eyes locked on the ring, ready to deliver another devastating performance. As he steps inside, the crowd chants his name, anticipating another dominant display. His opponent, Roadblock, a massive powerhouse, stands in the opposite corner, flexing his muscles and trying to intimidate the fans. The referee signals for the bell, and the match begins. Goldberg charges across the ring, not wasting a second. He ducks under Roadblock’s attempted clothesline and comes back with a brutal shoulder tackle, sending the big man staggering back. Roadblock quickly regains his footing, but Goldberg doesn’t let up, following up with a series of rapid-fire punches to the midsection, driving the wind out of Roadblock. With Roadblock reeling, Goldberg grabs him and lifts him into the air with a vertical suplex, showcasing his raw strength. The crowd roars as he slams Roadblock back to the mat with authority. Goldberg then pulls Roadblock up, delivering a devastating spear that echoes through the arena, knocking the wind out of the massive competitor. Goldberg stands over Roadblock, who struggles to get back to his feet, clearly shaken. The crowd knows what’s coming next as Goldberg signals for the end. He locks Roadblock in position, hoisting him up for the Jackhammer. With an impressive display of power, Goldberg lifts Roadblock off the ground and drives him down hard onto the mat. Goldberg hooks the leg for the pin. 1… 2… 3! The bell rings, and the referee raises Goldberg’s hand in victory as the crowd erupts with cheers. Goldberg stands tall, looking into the camera with an intense glare, signaling that he’s ready for whatever comes next in his path to dominance. The camera opens to a brightly lit backstage area, filled with excitement and anticipation. Dusty Rhodes stands center stage, a confident smile on his face as he addresses the camera. Dressed in his signature polka dots, Dusty radiates charisma, ready to announce a thrilling event. Dusty Rhodes: “Well, well, well! I tell ya, folks, it’s a mighty fine day in WCW! And I’m here to introduce something special for our next pay-per-view—Battlebowl! That’s right, the match that’s gonna change the game and shake things up like you wouldn’t believe!” He gestures emphatically, his passion contagious. Dusty Rhodes: “Now, Battlebowl ain’t just your ordinary match. No, sir! It’s a unique concept where the best of the best in WCW will compete in a series of tag team matches. But here’s the kicker—partners will be drawn at random! You might find yourself teaming up with a friend, or you might have to join forces with a rival. Anything can happen in that ring!” Dusty takes a moment to let the excitement build, leaning in closer to the camera. Dusty Rhodes: “And at the end of the night, the winners of those tag team matches will face off in a Battle Royal! The last man standing will earn a shot at the WCW World Title, and let me tell ya, the stakes couldn’t be higher!” He straightens up, his eyes glinting with enthusiasm. Dusty Rhodes: “So, I want all you fans to mark your calendars and get ready for a night of unpredictability, action, and excitement! Battlebowl is where legends are born, where alliances are tested, and where anything can happen! So get ready, because WCW is bringing the heat, and we’re gonna show the world what we’re made of!” With a charismatic grin, Dusty leans back, a twinkle in his eye as he concludes the segment. Dusty Rhodes: “You don’t wanna miss this, folks! See you at Battlebowl!” The camera fades out as Dusty flashes a final thumbs-up, leaving the audience buzzing with anticipation for the upcoming event. The scene opens in the backstage area, where Dustin Rhodes is pacing back and forth, visibly upset after his recent loss at Halloween Havoc. He stops in front of a camera, his expression a mix of frustration and determination, ready to address the audience. Dustin Rhodes: “You know, I’ve been in this business a long time, and I’ve had my share of battles. But let me tell you something, what happened last night with Triple H didn’t sit right with me. You think you can just come in and make a name for yourself by taking me down? Oh, no, that’s not how this works!” Dustin steps closer to the camera, his intensity rising. Dustin Rhodes: “I’m tired of the games, tired of the cheap shots! So here’s what I’m gonna do—I’m calling you out, Triple H! Next week on Nitro, I want you in a Bunkhouse Brawl!” He pauses, letting the weight of his challenge sink in, his voice filled with conviction. Dustin Rhodes: “That’s right! A Bunkhouse Brawl—a match with no rules, no limitations! Just me and you, one-on-one, to settle this once and for all! You think you can play in my backyard and walk away unscathed? Well, get ready, because I’m bringing the fight to you!” Dustin throws a fist into the air, the fire in his eyes unmistakable. Dustin Rhodes: “I’ve faced some of the toughest in this business, and I won’t back down from you! So, Triple H, you get ready, because next week, I’m coming for you, and it’s gonna be a brawl like you’ve never seen before! I’ll show you what it means to be a Rhodes, and I’ll show you that you messed with the wrong man!” With one last determined stare into the camera, Dustin walks off, leaving the audience buzzing with anticipation for the explosive showdown next week. Singles Match Rey Mysterio Jr vs Chavo Guerrero Jr The crowd is electric as Rey Mysterio Jr.’s entrance music plays, and he makes his way to the ring, proudly holding the Cruiserweight Championship high above his head. The fans cheer loudly, excited to see the champion in action. Chavo Guerrero’s music hits next, and he steps out, focused and ready to prove himself against the best in the division. The bell rings, and the match begins with both competitors engaging in a respectful handshake before circling each other. They exchange quick moves, showcasing their technical skills and agility. Chavo starts strong with a series of arm drags, but Rey counters with his signature speed, flipping over Chavo and landing on his feet. As the match progresses, Rey gains the upper hand with a stunning springboard moonsault that sends Chavo crashing to the mat. The crowd erupts as Rey follows up with a series of kicks, keeping the pressure on his opponent. Chavo, however, remains resilient and fights back, hitting Rey with a powerful dropkick that sends him into the corner. Chavo positions Rey on the top rope, looking to execute a superplex, but Rey pushes him off and lands a quick hurricanrana, rolling Chavo into a pin. The referee counts: 1… 2… Chavo kicks out! The match continues, and Chavo showcases his technical prowess, trying to wear Rey down with a series of holds. But Rey’s agility shines through, and he counters with a spinning heel kick, sending Chavo sprawling. The crowd is on the edge of their seats as Rey signals for the end. With the crowd rallying behind him, Rey climbs to the top rope and but something seems off as Rey goes for a diving splash, but Chavo rolls out of the way! Rey crashes to the mat, and begins holding his stomach, The referee is checking on Rey but as he does. Eddie takes the title and rolls into the ring. The belt is placed perfectly in the middle of the ring. Chavo quickly capitalizes, but as he prepares to deliver a Piledriver onto the title, he hesitates. Chavo looks conflicted as he contemplates using some of Eddie’s underhanded tactics. The crowd senses the moment, cheering for Chavo to stay true to himself. In a show of sportsmanship, Chavo shakes his head, refusing to cheat, and kicks the title out of the ring. Rey takes advantage of this momentary distraction, rolling Chavo up for the pin: 1… 2… 3! The bell rings, and the crowd erupts in cheers as Rey Mysterio Jr. is declared the winner, celebrating his hard-fought victory. However, the atmosphere shifts as Eddie Guerrero storms down to the ring, a furious expression on his face. Eddie slides into the ring and confronts Chavo, who is still recovering from the match. Eddie Guerrero: “What were you thinking, Chavo? You had him! You could have won, but you let him walk all over you!” Chavo looks taken aback, trying to defend his actions. Chavo Guerrero: “I don’t need to cheat, Eddie! I can win on my own terms!” Eddie shakes his head, visibly frustrated. Eddie Guerrero: “You think that’s gonna get you anywhere in this business? You gotta be willing to do what it takes! This is about winning, not about playing nice!” Chavo stands his ground, shaking his head in disagreement. Chavo Guerrero: “I refuse to compromise who I am for a win! I want to earn my victories, not cheat for them!” Eddie, growing angrier, steps closer to Chavo, their tension palpable as Rey watches from the corner, realizing the conflict unfolding before him. The segment ends with the two Guerrero family members in a heated argument, leaving the audience buzzing with anticipation over the potential fallout between them. The camera cuts to the backstage area, where Chris Jericho is pacing back and forth, visibly frustrated after his loss to Dean Malenko at Halloween Havoc. He runs a hand through his hair, venting his frustration to the camera. Chris Jericho: “You know, I can’t believe it! I just can’t! I put everything I had into that match, and what do I get? A loss to that washed-up technical wrestler, Dean Malenko! It’s embarrassing! I’m Chris Jericho! I should be at the top, not playing second fiddle to some nobody!” As Jericho continues to rant, he is interrupted by the entrance of The Hart Foundation—Bret Hart, Owen Hart, Davey Boy Smith, and Test. The fans cheer as the faction walks in, and Bret steps forward, a serious look on his face. Bret Hart: “Chris, I get it. I’ve been there. Losses are tough, especially when you know you’re better than that. But maybe it’s time for a change. You’ve got potential, kid, but you need direction.” Jericho stops pacing and narrows his eyes, a mix of skepticism and intrigue on his face. Chris Jericho: “What are you talking about, Bret? I don’t need your pity or advice! I can do this on my own!” Bret shakes his head, remaining calm. Bret Hart: “It’s not pity, Chris. It’s an opportunity. The Hart Foundation knows how to win, and we could show you how to take your career to the next level. But you need to be willing to learn and to put the ego aside for a moment.” Jericho’s expression softens slightly, considering Bret’s words, but his pride still holds him back. Chris Jericho: “And what’s in it for you, huh? You just want to collect more underlings for your little faction?” Bret steps closer, looking Jericho straight in the eyes. Bret Hart: “It’s about more than that. It’s about respect. We see the talent in you, but it’s going to take more than just talent to succeed. You can be a part of something bigger, but the choice is yours. Think about it.” Bret gestures to the rest of The Hart Foundation, who stand behind him, their expressions serious. The message is clear: they are offering Jericho a chance to join them. As the tension builds, Jericho ponders the offer, the camera zooming in on his conflicted expression. Bret Hart: “You have until next week, Chris. Make the right choice.” With that, The Hart Foundation turns to leave, leaving Jericho standing alone, caught in a whirlwind of emotions as the segment fades to black, the audience eager to see what Jericho will decide. The camera fades in on Ric Flair standing in a dimly lit backstage area, wearing a tailored suit and looking intense. The mood is somber but charged with emotion as he prepares to address the audience. Flair takes a deep breath, his trademark charisma shining through as he begins to speak. Ric Flair: “Woooo! Last night at Halloween Havoc was more than just a match for The Four Horsemen; it was the end of an era. My best friend, my brother, Arn Anderson, gave everything he had inside that ring. He fought with every ounce of heart, soul, and passion. But last night, that battle took its toll, and it marked the end of Arn Anderson’s career.” Flair’s voice quivers slightly, the weight of his words palpable as he reflects on the bond he shared with Arn. Ric Flair: “You see, Arn was more than just a tag team partner or a fellow Horseman. He was a warrior, a fighter, a man who stood side by side with me through thick and thin. The Horsemen have always been about loyalty, brotherhood, and excellence. And now, I stand here, dedicating this next chapter to Arn, to the legacy we built together!” Flair's passion ignites as he raises his voice, his signature intensity radiating throughout the room. Ric Flair: “Battlebowl is not just another pay-per-view for me. It’s a chance to honor Arn’s legacy and to show the world what The Four Horsemen are truly made of! We are not just a faction; we are a family. We fight for each other, and we will fight in honor of Arn Anderson!” He takes a moment to gather himself, letting the emotion settle before continuing with a fierce determination in his eyes. Ric Flair: “To all the other competitors in Battlebowl, know this: you’re stepping into the ring with the Nature Boy! I’m going to give it everything I have, not just for me, but for Arn and for every Horseman who has ever worn this badge of honor! I will rise above, I will win, and when I do, it will be for you, Arn! Woooo!” Flair leans in closer to the camera, his intensity piercing through the screen. Ric Flair: “So remember this, whether you’re in that Battlebowl or not—The Four Horsemen will never be forgotten. We will always rise, and we will always be a force to be reckoned with! I dedicate this victory to you, Arn, and to the legacy of The Horsemen! Woooo!” With that, Flair steps back, raising his arms in his signature pose as the camera fades out, leaving the audience buzzing with anticipation for the upcoming Battlebowl and Flair’s fierce commitment to his fallen brother. The camera cuts to Triple H standing in the ring, microphone in hand, with an air of confidence surrounding him. The crowd is buzzing after Dustin Rhodes issued his challenge for a Bunkhouse Brawl match. Triple H raises the mic, ready to respond. Triple H: “Dustin Rhodes! So you want a Bunkhouse Brawl next week? Well, you got it! I accept your challenge!” The crowd reacts with a mix of cheers and boos as Triple H paces the ring, a smug smile on his face. Triple H: “But let’s get one thing straight—you think just because you’re a Rhodes, you have some kind of built-in advantage over me? You think your family legacy means anything in that ring? You’re in for a rude awakening!” He pauses, letting his words linger as he scans the audience, relishing the moment. Triple H: “This isn’t about family ties or nostalgia. This is about survival! And next week, I’m going to show you just what I’m made of! I’ll break you down and leave you wondering why you ever stepped up to the plate.” Leaning closer to the camera, he delivers his final words with intensity. Triple H: “So get ready, Dustin. When that bell rings, it’s going to be all out war. I’m coming for you, and I won’t stop until I make you realize you picked the wrong fight! I’ll see you next week!” With that, Triple H drops the mic, standing tall in the ring as the camera fades out, leaving the audience eager for the impending showdown. Main Event Diamond Dallas Page vs Lex Luger The arena is electric as Lex Luger makes his entrance, striking his signature pose to a mixed reaction from the crowd. The anticipation builds as Diamond Dallas Page follows, receiving a thunderous ovation from the fans. Both men are determined to prove themselves in this pivotal matchup. The bell rings, and DDP charges at Luger with a flurry of punches, taking control early on. Luger counters, shoving DDP into the corner and following up with a series of shoulder blocks. DDP fights back with a spinning neckbreaker, but Luger showcases his power with a massive scoop slam, sending DDP crashing to the mat. The crowd is on the edge of their seats as both competitors trade momentum, showcasing their skills.As the match progresses, DDP gains the upper hand, hitting a jumping clothesline that sends Luger down. He attempts a pin, but Luger powers out at two. The back-and-forth continues, with each man gaining near-falls. Luger counters DDP’s signature Diamond Cutter attempt, tossing him into the ropes and catching him with a brutal powerslam. Both men are visibly exhausted, struggling to get to their feet. Suddenly, the nWo’s theme music blares through the arena, and the tension heightens as Mike Awesome and Curt Hennig rush down to the ring, attacking DDP from behind. Luger, seemingly aligning with the nWo, joins in the assault, and the crowd erupts in boos as chaos ensues. Just as it seems DDP is down and out, Dustin Rhodes sprints to the ring to help his friend. He takes down Hennig and Awesome with fists flying, but they quickly overpower him, leaving both DDP and Rhodes vulnerable to the nWo’s relentless assault. The chaos escalates as the nWo stands over the fallen DDP and Rhodes, reveling in their dominance. Just then, a spotlight shines down, and the crowd erupts as Sting makes his dramatic entrance from the ceiling, his black and white attire gleaming under the lights. He drops down into the ring, bat in hand, and swings it wildly at the nWo members. Awesome and Hennig scramble to escape, but Sting is relentless, striking them with the bat and sending them reeling. With the nWo momentarily dispatched, Sting stands tall, breathing heavily as he surveys the chaos around him. He turns to the poster for Battlebowl hanging above the ring and points his bat at it, making a bold statement about his intentions for the upcoming event. As the camera shifts to the ramp, Hollywood Hogan, Randy Savage, and Triple H watch intently, their expressions a mix of concern and contempt. Hogan sneers, pointing at Sting, while Savage clenches his fists, ready to respond to the challenge. Triple H stands with his arms crossed, sizing up the situation, clearly intrigued by Sting’s audacity. Sting raises the bat high, the crowd roaring in approval, finally declaring his intention to compete in Battlebowl for a shot at the WCW World Title. The camera captures the moment as Hogan, Savage, and HHH exchange knowing glances, the tension thick in the air, signaling that the war for supremacy is just beginning. The show fades to black, leaving fans eager for the fallout from this explosive main event and the implications for Battlebowl.

sure I will update it,

Sweet looks perfect. I will get everything updated a little later today.

Welcome back! Just post who you want on your roster on the talent transactions thread. When I put the rosters on free agency I combined Rings/Battle Arts. So that’s why you will have to separate but once you do that then it’s off to the races.

Yeah, I thought I had cleared up all that with the tag title match. My bad. Mortis has no affiliation with Jake Roberts anymore. Doink, Hugh Morris, and Mortis are their stable away from Jake, maybe that will change down the road but right now it's them three doing their own thing. No Doink and his carnival in the nWo.

OOC: This is posted early as it's my wedding anniversary tomorrow and I have plans this weekend. So it's posted early "Welcome to Halloween Havoc 1997, where the night is dark, the stakes are high, and chaos reigns supreme! In the shadow of the eerie Las Vegas night, the most terrifying rivalries in WCW will explode under the lights of the MGM Grand Arena. The nWo has cast a sinister spell over WCW, with Hollywood Hogan holding the WCW World Title in his iron grip. But tonight, Diamond Dallas Page steps into the haunted battleground, with Lex Luger by his side, determined to finally bring down the monstrous force of Hogan and the nWo. Meanwhile, the Four Horsemen, led by the vengeful Ric Flair, are ready to unleash hell on the Hart Foundation, and in the shadows, Sting lurks like a specter, ready to strike at any moment. Beware, for no one is safe tonight! In the depths of this Halloween night, the stakes couldn’t be higher—Eddie Guerrero risks his gold and Rey Mysterio Jr. risks his very identity in a Title vs. Mask match that will electrify the skies. And as the winds of betrayal howl, Triple H, the traitor who turned on the Horsemen, must now face the wrath of Dustin Rhodes. With every match a potential nightmare, the monsters of WCW, both new and old, prepare for battle. This is no ordinary night—tonight, legends will rise, and others will fall into the abyss. Welcome to the most dangerous night of the year… Welcome to Halloween Havoc!" WCW Presents: Halloween Havoc 10/26/1997 Las Vegas, Nevada (MGM Grand Arena) Commentary: Tony Schiavone, Bobby Heenan and Mike Tenay Tag Team Match The Legion of Doom vs Edge and Christian {The atmosphere inside the MGM Grand Arena is electric as the iconic music of the Legion of Doom hits, sending the crowd into a frenzy. The legendary team, known for their brute strength and dominance, marches to the ring, ready to dismantle the young upstarts, Edge and Christian, who are hungry to make their mark in WCW. The veteran duo stands tall, glaring at their opponents, who have everything to prove. Edge and Christian, known for their agility and craftiness, step into the ring, fully aware that they are the underdogs tonight. But they aren’t here to just survive they’re here to shock the world. As the bell rings, it’s clear the energy is different; there’s an aura of unpredictability hanging over the arena. Hawk starts the match, immediately overpowering Christian with thunderous punches and tossing him around the ring like a ragdoll. The Legion of Doom quickly establish their dominance, using their unmatched power to keep Christian grounded. With the crowd chanting "LOD! LOD!", Hawk tags in Animal, and they deliver a devastating double shoulder block, sending Christian sprawling across the mat. However, as the match progresses, Edge finds a way to get in the ring, using his speed to avoid Animal’s attacks and targeting his legs to slow him down. Despite Edge and Christian's efforts, Animal’s strength is overwhelming. A quick tag brings Hawk back in, and it looks like the Legion of Doom is ready to finish things off. The veterans set up for their signature Doomsday Device, but in a surprising twist, Christian ducks out of the way at the last second, causing Hawk to collide awkwardly with Animal! The miscommunication between Hawk and Animal rattles the veterans for just a moment—just long enough for Edge to capitalize. Sensing an opportunity, Edge quickly hits Animal with a surprise Downward Spiral! The impact stuns the crowd, but no one expects what happens next. Edge hooks the leg, and with Christian holding Hawk back, the referee counts 1……2……3!!!! Edge pins Animal! Winners by Pin-Fall Edge and Christian! The arena is stunned into silence for a brief moment before erupting in shock. The camera pans to the faces of Edge and Christian, both in disbelief at what just happened. They’ve pulled off the unthinkable—a shocking upset over the legendary Legion of Doom. Edge and Christian quickly slide out of the ring, celebrating their victory as the commentators go wild, calling it one of the biggest upsets in WCW history. In the ring, Hawk and Animal exchange frustrated glances, the miscommunication weighing on them. The Legion of Doom, though still respected legends, now have a blemish on their record thanks to the hungry young team of Edge and Christian, who have just skyrocketed their status in the WCW tag division with this monumental victory. The shocking upset sets the tone for the night, as the young and rising stars of WCW prove that no legend is safe on this Halloween night! The camera cuts to the backstage office of Dusty Rhodes, the WCW Commissioner, as he leans back in his chair, a grin on his face. Dusty Rhodes: "Tonight, baby, it’s all on the line! Halloween Havoc is gonna be a night of blood, sweat, and glory! Titles up for grabs, grudges to be settled, and by the end of this night, careers will be changed forever!" The door suddenly swings open, and Triple H walks in, smirking. The crowd watching on the screen boos as the nWo’s latest member steps in, clearly unfazed by Dusty’s enthusiasm. Triple H: "Look at you, Dusty. Once the ‘American Dream,’ now just another suit. You can hype this show all you want, but tonight isn’t about WCW—it’s about power, and we both know the nWo holds all of it." Dusty stands, stepping toward Triple H, eyes locked. Dusty Rhodes: "You might think you got power with the nWo, boy, but power can slip through your fingers real quick. You go out there and do your thing with Dustin, but don’t forget—this is still my house. And I’ve seen men like you come and go." Triple H: "We’ll see about that. Tonight, when I leave Dustin in the dust, you’ll know who’s running things around here." Triple H smirks and turns to leave. Dusty watches him go, a fire in his eyes. Dusty Rhodes (muttering): "Let’s see who’s left standin' by the end of the night, son." The camera fades as Dusty stares after him, ready for the chaos to unfold. WCW TV Title Match Disco Inferno© vs Chris Benoit The fans are solidly behind Disco Inferno, the unlikely underdog champion, as he steps into the ring, ready to defend his WCW TV Title. Despite his fun-loving persona, Disco has proven to be a resilient champion. His opponent, the intense and focused Chris Benoit, wastes no time as the bell rings, immediately taking control of the match with his signature aggressive offense. Benoit’s mean streak is on full display as he locks up with Disco, overpowering him with stiff forearm strikes and vicious chops. The crowd rallies behind Disco, but Benoit continues to methodically break him down with a series of German suplexes, leaving the champion gasping for air. Disco tries to mount a quick comeback, hitting Benoit with a swinging neckbreaker that gets the crowd fired up, but Benoit recovers quickly, cutting off his momentum with a brutal clothesline. With Disco struggling to regain his footing, Benoit shows no mercy. He throws Disco hard into the turnbuckle, following up with a punishing series of strikes that leave the champion reeling. Despite being outmatched, Disco refuses to stay down, managing to hit a desperation DDT that buys him a moment of breathing room. The fans cheer him on as he climbs to the top rope, looking for The Last Dance. But Benoit catches him, charging into the corner and delivering a devastating superplex that takes the wind out of Disco. Seizing the opportunity, Benoit locks in the Crippler Crossface in the center of the ring. Disco struggles, reaching for the ropes, but Benoit tightens his grip, and the champion has no choice but to tap out. Winner and New WCW TV Champion: Chris Benoit The crowd watches as Benoit stands tall, raising the WCW TV Title high above his head, his ruthless mean streak having paid off. Disco, despite his heart and determination, couldn’t withstand Benoit’s relentless attack, and the title changes hands in a decisive victory. WCW Cruiserweight Title Match Title vs Mask Eddie Guerrero© vs Rey Mysterio Jr. The bell rings, and from the outset, it’s clear that this match is going to be special. Eddie Guerrero, the reigning WCW Cruiserweight Champion, comes into the match with a confident, swagger. Meanwhile, Rey Mysterio Jr., defending the honor of his mask, exudes determination as he prepares for the biggest challenge of his career. Eddie immediately establishes control, using his strength and technical prowess to overpower Rey in the early moments. He grounds the high-flying Mysterio with sharp arm drags and punishing holds, trying to neutralize Rey’s speed. However, Rey’s quickness allows him to escape a few holds, flipping and twisting his way out of Eddie’s grasp, thrilling the crowd with his breathtaking agility. The pace begins to pick up, with Mysterio using the ropes to his advantage. He springboards off the ropes into a corkscrew crossbody, surprising Eddie and sending him to the outside. The crowd roars as Rey takes to the air again, launching himself with a somersault plancha over the top rope, crashing into Guerrero. Eddie scrambles back into the ring, but Rey is relentless, following up with lightning-fast strikes and head scissors that have Eddie reeling. However, Eddie, always thinking, cuts off Rey’s momentum with a brutal backbreaker, bringing the match back into his control. He works over Rey’s back, delivering vicious suplexes and targeting Rey’s lower spine with focused submissions. Eddie’s mean streak shines through, as he mocks the crowd while dishing out punishment to the challenger, methodically picking Rey apart. But Rey refuses to quit. Despite the pain, he dodges a corner attack, springboarding off the top rope and hitting Eddie with a flying hurricanrana, nearly getting a pinfall. The near-falls begin to stack up as Rey uses every ounce of energy to counter Eddie’s attacks, flying all over the ring with dazzling moves. Eddie, desperate to keep the title, responds with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker and a brainbuster that nearly gets him the win. The match reaches a fever pitch when Rey goes for a springboard moonsault, but Eddie catches him in mid-air, attempting to turn it into a powerbomb. However, Rey reverses it into a head scissors that sends Eddie crashing to the mat! The crowd erupts as Rey goes for the cover—one, two—but Eddie kicks out at the last second! In the closing moments, Eddie sets Rey up for his patented Frog Splash, but Mysterio rolls out of the way just in time. Rey springs to the top rope and delivers a spectacular springboard hurricanrana, catching Eddie completely off-guard. He hooks the leg, and the referee counts 1…..2…..3!!!! Winner and New WCW Cruiserweight Champion: Rey Mysterio Jr. The crowd explodes as Rey Mysterio celebrates, having not only saved his mask but captured the WCW Cruiserweight Title in one of the most thrilling and emotional matches in WCW history. Eddie Guerrero, stunned and frustrated, rolls out of the ring as Rey celebrates, basking in the adoration of the fans, his mask—and his career—intact. WCW Tag Team Title Match The Steiner Brothers© vs KroniK The atmosphere in the arena is tense as The Steiner Brothers, the reigning WCW Tag Team Champions, make their way to the ring, ready to defend their titles against the powerhouse team of KroniK—Brian Adams and Bryan Clarke. Both teams are known for their incredible strength, and the crowd is buzzing, anticipating a hard-hitting, physical battle. From the opening bell, it’s clear this match is going to be a brutal slugfest. Rick Steiner starts against Bryan Clarke, and the two immediately engage in a test of strength. Clarke gets the upper hand with a stiff shoulder tackle, but Rick quickly responds with a powerful belly-to-belly suplex that sends the crowd into a frenzy. Rick tags in Scott Steiner, and together the brothers double-team Clarke, hitting him with a combination of suplexes and clotheslines, demonstrating why they are the dominant force in the tag division. KroniK, however, is no pushover. Clarke tags in Brian Adams, and the two use their size and power to turn the tide. Adams blasts Scott with a thunderous powerslam, followed by a series of heavy strikes in the corner. KroniK then begins to isolate Scott, cutting off the ring and using quick tags to wear him down. Clarke delivers a devastating sit-out powerbomb, and it looks like the champions could be in trouble. The crowd rallies behind Scott Steiner, who fights back with everything he has, managing to escape a double-team attempt and tag in Rick Steiner. Rick comes in like a house of fire, taking down both Adams and Clarke with his signature Steinerlines. The match breaks down into chaos, with all four men brawling in the ring. Scott and Rick hit a double-team bulldog on Clarke, but Adams breaks up the pin at the last second. KroniK nearly snatches victory when Adams hits a full nelson slam on Rick, and Clarke follows it up with a monstrous spinebuster on Scott. They go for their finishing move, but Scott reverses out of a high-times attempt and sends Clarke flying into Adams. Seizing the moment, Scott Steiner drops Clarke with a Spinning Belly to Belly Suplex, but Scott isn’t done as he looks around and signals for the finish. Scott locks in the Steiner Recliner on Clarke, while Rick holds Adams back, preventing him from making the save. Clarke, trapped in the painful submission, has no choice but to tap out. Winners and Still WCW Tag Team Champions: The Steiner Brothers The unexpected happens as the Steiners celebrate their hard-fought victory, hoisting the titles high to the crowd's cheers. The arena lights flicker, and unsettling carnival music fills the air. Out of nowhere, Doink the Clown makes his shocking WCW debut, emerging from the entrance ramp with a sinister smile painted across his face. The Steiners, confused by Doink’s appearance, turn their attention toward the entrance. The distraction proves costly, as Mortis and Hugh Morris, who have been lurking in the shadows, suddenly storm the ring and attack from behind. Mortis and Hugh Morris ambush both Scott and Rick, delivering vicious strikes to the already-exhausted champions. Doink, watching from the ramp, laughs maniacally as Mortis and Hugh Morris lay out the Steiner Brothers with a brutal assault, leaving them battered in the middle of the ring. The scene ends with Mortis and Hugh Morris standing tall over the fallen champions, while Doink the Clown's eerie laughter echoes through the arena. The crowd is left stunned, wondering what this bizarre alliance could mean for the future of WCW’s tag team division.} The camera opens to the Hart Foundation—Bret Hart, Davey Boy Smith, Owen Hart, and Test—standing in front of a WCW backdrop. All four men are dressed for business, carrying themselves with quiet intensity. The crowd roars at the sight of the group on the big screen, firmly behind these WCW fan favorites. Bret Hart steps to the front, holding a microphone, the determined expression on his face setting the tone. Bret Hart: "Tonight at Halloween Havoc, it’s about pride, it’s about legacy, and it’s about doing what we came here to do: fight for what’s right and remind everyone what real wrestling looks like. Me and the British Bulldog, Davey Boy Smith, are stepping into the ring against two men who’ve made it their mission to hold WCW hostage—Ric Flair and Arn Anderson. Two guys who’ve spent more time trying to keep their legacy intact than earning it the right way." Bret adjusts his leather jacket as Davey Boy, standing beside him, nods in agreement, arms crossed in defiance. Bret Hart: "Ric Flair—you’ve tried everything to stop me. You couldn’t stand the thought of someone coming in and proving that you’re not the man you think you are. You see, Flair, we didn’t come to WCW to play politics or stroke egos—we came here to show that the Hart Foundation is the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be. And tonight, Davey and I are going to finish what you started." Davey Boy steps forward, a scowl etched across his face. Davey Boy Smith: "Arn Anderson, you’re comin’ out of retirement just to try and prove that you’ve still got it. But let me tell you something—when you step in that ring with me, you’re gonna wish you stayed out of it. You and Flair are relics of the past, and tonight, we’re gonna show you that the future belongs to the Hart Foundation." Owen Hart, visibly pumped for his match, steps to the mic next, his energy brimming. Owen Hart: "And I’ve got a little business of my own to take care of. Curt Hennig and Jeff Jarrett? You two better be ready, ‘cause I’m not just coming for the win—I’m coming for that US Title! The Hart Foundation’s walking out of here with gold tonight, and if you two nWo and Horsemen clowns think you’re gonna stop me, you’ve got another thing coming!" Test, the powerhouse of the group, claps a hand on Owen’s shoulder, hyping him up further as the team’s energy builds. Bret Hart steps back in, calm and collected, but his voice carries a sharper edge. Bret Hart: "Flair, once I’m done with you tonight—and believe me, I will be done with you—I’ve got my sights set on something bigger. You see, I didn’t come to WCW just to wrestle. I came here to be the World Heavyweight Champion. So Hogan, DDP, whoever walks out of tonight’s main event with that title... know this: once I finish with Ric Flair and his Four Horsemen, I’m coming for the WCW World Title. And when I get my shot, it’s not a matter of if—I will become the champion." Bret lowers the microphone as the camera zooms in on his determined expression, the intensity radiating from him and his team. Bret Hart: "The Hart Foundation isn’t just here to play the game. We’re here to win." Singles Match Dustin Rhodes vs Triple H The crowd is electric as Dustin Rhodes makes his way to the ring, his eyes focused, his mind set on teaching Triple H a lesson for betraying WCW and aligning with the nWo. The fans rally behind Dustin, eager to see him take down one of the newest and most dangerous members of the faction. Moments later, the arena fills with boos as Triple H makes his entrance, his smug demeanor oozing arrogance. Clad in leather and flanked by the aura of nWo corruption, Triple H knows he’s walking into hostile territory, but he thrives on it. The bell rings, and both men circle each other, the tension palpable. They lock up, and it’s immediately clear this is going to be a physical, intense contest. Dustin shoves Triple H back into the corner, showing that he’s not intimidated. Triple H smirks, brushing off the show of strength, and the two men go at it again. The opening minutes are a mix of brawling and technical exchanges. Dustin takes control early, overwhelming Triple H with stiff punches and clotheslines, sending him over the top rope to the floor. The crowd erupts as Dustin follows up by slamming Triple H into the barricade. With the fans fully behind him, Dustin throws his opponent back into the ring and delivers a running bulldog for an early near-fall. Triple H fights back, using underhanded tactics—an eye rake, followed by a knee to the midsection—to slow Dustin’s momentum. He targets Dustin’s arm, slamming it against the turnbuckle and locking in an armbar to weaken his opponent. The match grinds into a methodical pace as Triple H, with precision, continues to wear Dustin down with submission holds and suplexes, keeping the veteran grounded. Dustin battles back with pure grit, feeding off the crowd’s energy. He ducks a clothesline from Triple H and counters with a snap powerslam, covering for a two-count. With the crowd roaring, Dustin builds momentum, hitting Triple H with a flurry of jabs, followed by his signature Bionic Elbow, sending the nWo member staggering into the ropes. Dustin sets Triple H up for a piledriver, but Triple H reverses it into a back-body drop. Both men are now exhausted, but Dustin stays one step ahead, nailing a running lariat and signaling for the Curtain Call. Just as Dustin sets Triple H up, Jake “The Snake” Roberts acting as the nWo’s strategist—appears on the apron, yelling at the referee. The crowd erupts in boos as the official turns his attention to Roberts, allowing Triple H to escape the Curtain Call with a low blow, unseen by the referee. With Dustin writhing in pain, the tide turns sharply. Triple H shakes off the damage and lifts Dustin, setting him up. The crowd tries to will Dustin back into the fight, but it’s too late—Triple H hooks both arms. With precision, Triple H plants Dustin with a devastating Pedigree in the center of the ring. He covers, and the referee—finally distracted no more—drops down for the count. 1…..2…..3!!!! Winner: Triple H Triple H rises slowly, smirking as he wipes sweat from his brow. The crowd boos relentlessly, furious at Roberts’ interference and the nWo’s continued domination. Dustin rolls to the ropes, clutching his ribs in frustration, the loss weighing heavily on him. Triple H stands tall in the center of the ring, arms raised in victory, sending a clear message to WCW: The nWo’s grip on the company is tightening, and not even the heart of a warrior like Dustin Rhodes can stop it. Roberts, still grinning, walks up the ramp with Triple H, knowing their mission for the night has been accomplished. The camera cuts backstage to the victorious Four Horsemen, each man exuding confidence. Ric Flair, Arn Anderson, Jeff Jarrett, Chris Benoit, and Dean Malenko stand together, the energy electric after Benoit’s earlier win over Disco Inferno for the WCW TV Title. Benoit holds the newly won title over his shoulder, his cold eyes glaring into the camera as the group stands united. Ric Flair: "Whoooo! Halloween Havoc is the night where the Horsemen prove—yet again—that we run this business! And look right here! The new WCW TV Champion, the man they call the Crippler, Chris Benoit! No jokes, no gimmicks—just the best wrestler in the world showing exactly why the TV Title belongs with the Horsemen!" Chris Benoit: "Disco Inferno thought he could dance his way past me, but I made sure he didn’t walk out with anything but regret. I told you I wasn’t here to play around. Now, I’ve got this TV Title, and believe me when I say it—this is just the beginning. Anyone who steps in that ring with me is getting broken." Benoit stares into the camera with a stone-cold expression, clutching the TV Title tight. Jeff Jarrett steps forward, adjusting his championship belt over his shoulder with a cocky smirk. Jeff Jarrett: "And now it’s my turn. Owen Hart, Curt Hennig—you boys are stepping into the wrong ring tonight. This US Title isn’t goin’ anywhere. I don’t care if you’re riding with the nWo or the Hart Foundation, you’re both in for a rough night because the Horsemen? We don’t lose. We thrive under pressure." Dean Malenko, calm and methodical, chimes in next. Dean Malenko: "Tonight’s not just another night—it’s a reminder. A reminder to everyone in that locker room that the Horsemen don’t just survive. We dominate." Arn Anderson, with a quiet but intimidating tone, speaks up. Arn Anderson: "Bret Hart, Davey Boy Smith—you brought this fight on yourselves. And tonight, when Flair and I step into that ring, we’re gonna finish what you started. The Horsemen don’t forget, and we sure as hell don’t forgive." Ric Flair takes center stage, his signature grin widening as he works the camera. Ric Flair: "Bret Hart—you’re a great wrestler, but you picked the wrong fight. Tonight, me and Double-A are gonna remind you and Davey Boy exactly why the Four Horsemen run this place! And when the dust settles, Bret, you can take your loss like a man. Because once we’re done with you, you better be ready to step aside. This is Horsemen territory, pal—always has been, always will be! Whoooo!" Flair pauses, smirking before dropping his final line. Ric Flair: "And if you think you’re headin’ for the World Title after tonight, Bret? Think again. That title belongs with the Horsemen." The Horsemen flash their signature four-finger pose, the confidence radiating off each man. Flair gives a final "Whoooo!" as the group walks off camera, ready to finish what they started in their upcoming matches. Singles Match Chris Jericho vs Dean Malenko The bell rings, and the crowd buzzes with anticipation, knowing they’re about to witness a The crowd at the MGM Grand Garden Arena is electric as two technical wrestling masters, Dean Malenko and Chris Jericho, make their way to the ring. Malenko walks with his stoic demeanor, laser-focused on victory, while Jericho enters with his usual cocky swagger, taunting the crowd and his opponent before the bell rings. As soon as the match starts, the two competitors lock up in a series of rapid chain wrestling sequences, reversing holds with ease. Malenko showcases his ground-game mastery, working over Jericho's arm and neutralizing his speed advantage. Jericho, known for his flashy offense, counters with a springboard dropkick, knocking Malenko to the outside. Jericho gloats, yelling, “I’m the best in the world!” The crowd boos as Jericho showboats, but his arrogance soon backfires. As he tries a springboard plancha, Malenko sidesteps, and Jericho crashes to the mat hard. The “Man of 1,000 Holds” capitalizes, pulling Jericho into the ring and locking him in a series of submission holds, targeting the back and legs to wear him down. Jericho manages to escape a cloverleaf attempt and rallies with an enzuigiri, followed by a near-fall after a lionsault. Frustrated that he can’t put Malenko away, Jericho starts to get sloppy, berating the referee and trash-talking the fans. Malenko sees his opening and counters a back suplex attempt into a double underhook powerbomb. The crowd roars as Malenko quickly transitions into the Texas Cloverleaf, wrenching Jericho’s lower back. Jericho struggles toward the ropes, but Malenko drags him back to the center of the ring, applying even more pressure. After an agonizing few moments, Jericho has no choice but to tap out! Winner: Dean Malenko by Submission As the crowd cheers for Malenko’s hard-fought victory, Jericho rolls out of the ring, clutching his back and throwing a fit. He kicks the steel steps, yelling at the referee, “That was a fast count! I didn’t tap! This whole thing is rigged!” He grabs a steel chair, slams it against the barricade, and paces around the ringside area, throwing his arms up in frustration. “This is bull! I’m the Lionheart! I’m the future of this business!” Jericho screams as the fans boo him mercilessly. Jericho then snatches a camera from a ringside photographer and yells directly into the lens, “You’re all gonna regret this! I’m better than Malenko, better than all these idiots! You’ll see!” Before the referees can stop him, Jericho flips over the timekeeper’s table in a fit of rage. Malenko watches calmly from the ring, shaking his head, as Jericho storms backstage, throwing anything in his path, swearing revenge on Malenko and WCW. The camera cuts to the backstage area where the nWo—Hollywood Hogan, Randy Savage, Curt Hennig, Mike Awesome, Triple H, and Bobby "The Brain" Heenan—stand together, exuding arrogance and power. Hogan, with the WCW World Title draped over his shoulder, leads the charge. The group is all smiles, feeding off their victories and fully confident that tonight belongs to them. Hollywood Hogan: "Well, well, well... here we are, brothers! Halloween Havoc is nWo territory, and once again, Hollywood Hogan is standing here on top, holdin’ the WCW World Title where it belongs! DDP, you might’ve clawed your way to a shot at the gold, but tonight, brother, you’re just another name on my hit list. When I walk into that ring, I walk out the champ—like always. And if you think Luger can save you? Ha! Both of you can hit the showers when I’m done!" Hogan strokes his mustache with a grin as Randy Savage steps in, eyes wide with intensity. Randy Savage: "Ooooh yeah! DDP, last month you got lucky, brother. But tonight? Hogan’s takin’ care of business, and I’ll be there every step of the way! Luger, don’t even think about stickin’ your nose in—'cause tonight, we’re gonna bury the both of ya! Dig it?!" Curt Hennig, adjusting his leather nWo vest, leans forward with a cocky grin. Curt Hennig: "And let’s not forget about the US Title. Owen Hart, Jeff Jarrett—you two think you’ve got what it takes to run with the nWo? Jarrett, you talk about being a Horseman, but you don’t belong in the same ring as me. And Owen Hart? Better stick to playing second fiddle to big brother Bret, because after tonight, I’m walking out with that title, and neither of you can stop me." Triple H steps forward, grinning smugly, clearly pleased with his earlier victory. Triple H: "Dustin Rhodes? Consider that business handled. I told you that legacy means nothing to me, and now? I proved it. You fought, you gave it your best—but in the end, I planted you right in the middle of that ring with the Pedigree, just like I said I would. The Rhodes name is done... and I’m only just getting started." Mike Awesome cracks his knuckles, ready to unleash more destruction, while Jake “The Snake” Roberts smirks, ever the puppet master behind the nWo’s plans. He steps to the front to close things out. Jake “The Snake” Roberts: "Ladies and gentlemen, you’re looking at the future of professional wrestling. The nWo holds the power, the titles, and the company in the palm of our hands! And by the end of the night, the rest of these so-called WCW heroes will know exactly what happens when you try to stand up to us—you get crushed!" Hogan, with the World Title raised high, gives a cocky grin as the rest of the group flashes the nWo hand signal. Hollywood Hogan: "So DDP, Bret, Sting—whoever thinks they’re next in line? You better think again, brother. 'Cause tonight, the nWo is just... too sweet!" The group laughs and mugs for the camera as the promo fades to black, leaving no doubt that the nWo is riding high and ready to dominate the rest of the night at Halloween Havoc. WCW US Title Match Jeff Jarrett© vs Curt Hennig vs Owen Hart The bell rings, and the crowd is buzzing for the WCW United States Title match, knowing this bout will be a blend of technical mastery and ruthless aggression. Jeff Jarrett clutches his championship belt before reluctantly handing it to the referee, ready to defend against Curt Hennig and Owen Hart. Hennig smirks, sizing up his competition, while Owen Hart stands determined, eager to take home gold for the Hart Foundation. The three men circle the ring, tension thick in the air. Owen charges first, taking Jarrett down with a headlock takedown. Hennig immediately kicks Owen off, trying to assert himself. The early moments are a showcase of skill, with all three competitors exchanging holds, counters, and near-falls, each man trying to outsmart the others. For a brief moment, Jarrett and Hennig form an uneasy alliance, double-teaming Owen. They stomp him down in the corner, delivering brutal punches and chops as the crowd boos. The two work together, taking Owen out of the ring and turning their attention to each other. The alliance quickly dissolves, with Hennig catching Jarrett with a rolling neck snap. Hennig goes for the cover—one, two—but Jarrett kicks out. Back in the ring, Owen Hart fights his way back into the match, hitting Jarrett with a spinning heel kick and following it up with a backbreaker on Hennig. The crowd rallies behind Owen as he builds momentum, dropping both opponents with crisp dropkicks. He sends Hennig flying with a snap suplex and nails Jarrett with a crossbody from the top rope, earning a close two-count. Hennig turns the tide with a well-timed low knee to Owen’s midsection, followed by a picture-perfect snapmare and dropkick to Jarrett. The nWo’s enforcer begins to wear both opponents down with his signature precision offense, targeting Owen’s neck and Jarrett’s lower back. Hennig taunts the crowd and goes for his Perfect Plex on Jarrett, but Owen breaks it up just in time with a diving forearm. Owen pulls off a flurry of offense, connecting with a gutwrench suplex on Hennig and a DDT on Jarrett. The fans erupt as Owen locks in the Sharpshooter on Jarrett in the center of the ring! Jarrett screams in agony, reaching desperately for the ropes, but Hennig breaks up the hold with a hard stomp to Owen’s back. Hennig tosses Owen to the outside and goes after Jarrett, looking to capitalize. He delivers a brutal spinning neckbreaker, covering for the pin—one, two—but Owen dives back into the ring just in time to break it up! With all three men exhausted, the match turns into a chaotic free-for-all. Jarrett attempts to steal the win with a quick roll-up on Hennig, but only gets a two-count. Owen plants Jarrett with a running enzuigiri, sending him rolling out of the ring. In the closing moments, Hennig and Owen trade stiff strikes in the middle of the ring. Hennig looks to hit his Perfect Plex, but Owen counters, twisting out of it. Hennig looks perplexed but Owen quickly grabs Hennig and Leaping Tombstone Piledriver! 1….2….3!!! Winner and New WCW US Champion: Owen Hart The crowd explodes as Owen Hart raises his arms in victory, finally capturing the WCW United States Championship. Jarrett pounds the mat in frustration on the outside, while Hennig rolls out of the ring, seething with anger. Owen celebrates with the crowd, soaking in the cheers as he holds the US Title high above his head. It’s a huge moment for the Hart Foundation, and Owen has cemented his place as one of WCW’s top stars, proving that he’s more than just Bret’s brother—he’s a champion in his own right. The camera cuts to the backstage area where Diamond Dallas Page and Lex Luger stand side-by-side, moments away from the biggest match of DDP’s career. DDP, full of energy and focus, adjusts his taped fists, ready to finally get his shot at Hollywood Hogan and the WCW World Title. Luger stands beside him, arms crossed, his expression calm but with an edge—something brewing just beneath the surface. Diamond Dallas Page: "Tonight, it’s time, baby! It’s the biggest night of my career, the biggest match of my life. I’ve clawed my way to the top, took down Savage, and now I finally get what I earned—a shot at Hollywood Hogan and that World Heavyweight Championship. This ain’t just about me, though—this is about WCW, this is about every guy in that locker room who’s had to watch the nWo run wild. Tonight, we take it back." DDP slaps Luger on the shoulder, trying to hype him up. Luger offers a small grin, but it’s restrained, his eyes flickering with something more—resentment, maybe jealousy. Lex Luger: "Yeah... you earned it, DDP. No question. But let’s not forget—when Hogan’s been running roughshod, I was one of the first to stand up to him. I’ve been fighting the nWo since day one, night after night, taking the hits. And if anyone deserves to be in that match tonight, it’s me. But... here we are." DDP notices the shift in Luger’s tone, tilting his head slightly, but stays upbeat, trying to keep things cool. Diamond Dallas Page: "Hey man, I get it. I know what you’ve been through, and I know how much you want that shot. But this isn’t about us, it’s about takin’ Hogan down. And tonight, with you in my corner, we’ve got him exactly where we want him. We do this together—Hogan falls, and WCW wins." Luger nods, but the tension lingers. He glances toward the camera, then back at DDP, his jaw tightening just slightly as if weighing his words carefully. Lex Luger: "You’re right. Tonight, it’s about Hogan... but make no mistake, DDP—when this is over, when we get that belt off Hogan, I’m coming for what I deserve. I’ve been chasing that title for a long time, and I won’t be standing in anyone’s corner for long. Not even yours." The moment is thick with tension now. DDP’s smile fades just a little, the reality of Luger’s words sinking in. For a second, they lock eyes—two allies, two competitors, both with their ambitions. Diamond Dallas Page: "I hear ya, man. But let’s take it one step at a time. First, we finish Hogan tonight. And after that? I’ll be ready for whoever’s next." They exchange a firm but tense handshake. Luger holds onto DDP’s hand a little longer than necessary, staring him down before finally letting go and walking off-camera. DDP watches him leave, a small flicker of concern crossing his face before he shakes it off, cracking his neck and focusing back on the task at hand. The camera fades out, leaving the sense that while the mission tonight is clear, the storm brewing between these two is far from over. Grudge Match Bret Hart and Davey Boy Smith vs Ric Flair and Arn Anderson The air is thick with animosity as two of wrestling’s greatest dynasties clash in this heated tag team match. The Four Horsemen—Ric Flair and Arn Anderson—have been relentless in trying to derail Bret Hart’s WCW career, igniting a bitter feud with the Hart Foundation. Bret Hart and his brother-in-law, Davey Boy Smith, are determined to bring an end to The Horsemen’s reign of terror. Tonight, it's not just about winning—it's about pride, legacy, and retribution. As the bell rings, the crowd is on their feet, anticipating the carnage. Arn Anderson starts the match for the Horsemen, while Bret Hart stands across the ring, a stone-cold expression on his face. The two veterans circle each other before locking up, trading holds with precision. Anderson uses every dirty trick in the book—hair-pulling, cheap shots in the clinch, and eye rakes—to throw Bret off his game. Bret fires back with crisp technical wrestling, grounding Anderson with a hammerlock and delivering a series of stiff European uppercuts. After a slick takedown, Bret tags in Davey Boy Smith, who bursts into the ring like a freight train, leveling Anderson with a powerful shoulder block. The Horsemen take control through underhanded tactics when Ric Flair enters the fray. Flair pokes Davey Boy in the eye and lights him up with blistering chops in the corner, the sound echoing through the arena as the crowd chants, “Woo!” But Davey, fueled by pure rage, powers out, sending Flair flying with a massive military press slam. After several minutes of high-octane action, the Horsemen manage to isolate Davey Boy, cutting the ring in half. Anderson works over Davey's left leg, softening him up for the dreaded Figure-Four Leglock. Flair tags in and does just that, slapping on the hold in the middle of the ring. Davey writhes in agony but refuses to quit. The crowd rallies behind him, and with a burst of strength, Davey reverses the Figure-Four, sending Flair scrambling to tag Anderson. Just as Anderson charges, Davey lunges and makes the hot tag to Bret Hart! The crowd erupts as Bret enters, fists flying. He unloads on Anderson and Flair with sharp right hands, clotheslines, and a beautiful Russian leg sweep. Flair rolls to the outside, leaving Anderson alone to fend off a furious Bret. Hart goes on the attack, driving Anderson into the corner and smashing his sternum with a running clothesline. With the match nearing its boiling point, Davey Boy recovers and drags Flair back into the ring. As Anderson struggles to regain his footing, Flair finds himself cornered by Davey, who grabs him by the throat. Bret senses the end and locks Arn Anderson into the Sharpshooter in the center of the ring! Anderson howls in pain, his hand hovering over the mat. Flair desperately tries to break free from Davey’s grip, but the British Bulldog pins Flair’s arms behind his back, forcing him to watch helplessly. "Come on, Ric! Help me!" Anderson cries out in agony, his hand shaking violently as he fights the inevitable. Flair struggles with all his might but can't break free from Davey's iron grasp. The crowd is roaring as Bret wrenches back even harder, the intensity visible on his face. With nowhere to go, his pride shattered, and Flair powerless to intervene, Arn Anderson taps out to the Sharpshooter. Winners: Bret Hart and Davey Boy Smith by Submission As the bell rings, Bret refuses to release the hold, glaring directly at Flair, making a statement. Davey finally lets go of Flair, shoving him to the mat like a discarded puppet. Anderson lies on the canvas, clutching his back in agony as Bret finally releases the Sharpshooter, standing tall over him. Flair scrambles to his fallen comrade’s side, cradling Anderson, his face twisted in disbelief and rage. He stares up at Bret and Davey with seething hatred, realizing that his attempt to humiliate the Hart Foundation has backfired spectacularly. Bret and Davey stand triumphant in the ring, with Bret staring coldly at Flair and gesturing to his waist, signaling that the World Title is next. Flair, beaten and humiliated, shouts from the floor, “This isn’t over!” But for tonight, it is. The crowd explodes in cheers as Bret and Davey leave the ring, having not just won the match but taken a piece of The Horsemen’s pride with them. The image of Anderson tapping out and Flair helplessly watching will linger long after Halloween Havoc ends. The lights dim inside the MGM Grand Arena as the crowd buzzes with excitement, knowing that the biggest match of the night is moments away. The iconic voice of Michael Buffer echoes through the arena, amplifying the tension and anticipation. Michael Buffer: "Ladies and gentlemen... it is now time for the main event of the evening!" The crowd roars as Buffer pauses, letting the energy build before continuing, his voice full of gravitas. Michael Buffer: "This contest, set for one fall, is for the WCW Heavyweight Championship of the World! Are you ready?!" The crowd responds with a deafening cheer, and Buffer smirks, knowing exactly how to work the audience. Michael Buffer: "Las Vegas, Nevada... ARE YOU READY?!" The fans erupt in thunderous cheers as Buffer raises his microphone dramatically. Michael Buffer: "Then... for the thousands in attendance... and the millions watching around the world... LET’S GET READY TO RUMBLE!" The crowd explodes as Buffer continues, his voice filled with intensity and precision. Michael Buffer: "Introducing first... the challenger! Accompanied to the ring by 'The Total Package' Lex Luger, he hails from the Jersey Shore, standing 6’5” and weighing in at 248 pounds… a man who has fought his way from the bottom to the top—DIAMOND DALLAS PAGE!" The arena shakes as “Smells Like Teen Spirit” hits, and DDP makes his way down the ramp, full of energy and determination, throwing up the diamond symbol as the crowd chants his name as Luger is right behind him cheering DDP on. Michael Buffer: "And now, introducing the champion... accompanied by ‘Macho Man’ Randy Savage, and “The Worm” Dennis Rodman representing the New World Order… standing 6’7” and weighing in at 302 pounds, he is the reigning, defending WCW World Heavyweight Champion... the one... the only... HOLLYWOOD HOGAN!" Boos fill the arena as “Voodoo Child” blasts through the speakers. Hollywood Hogan makes his slow, arrogant walk to the ring, draped in black and white, with the WCW World Title slung over his shoulder. He mocks the crowd, playing to the boos with a sly grin, knowing that the title is still firmly in the nWo’s grasp. As both competitors stand in the ring, eyes locked in a stare-down, the intensity radiates. Buffer steps forward for his final declaration, heightening the stakes. Michael Buffer: "Tonight, one man leaves as the World Champion... the other leaves with nothing. May the best man win!" With that, Buffer steps out of the ring as the referee hoists the WCW World Title high in the air, signaling the start of the most important match of the night. WCW World Title Match Hollywood Hogan© with Randy Savage vs Diamond Dallas Page with Lex Luger The crowd is buzzing as the bell rings, signaling the start of the highly anticipated main event. Hollywood Hogan, draped in arrogance, takes his time, circling Diamond Dallas Page, who stands laser-focused, knowing that this is the opportunity of a lifetime. Hogan points at DDP mockingly, but DDP brushes off the taunts, ready for a fight. DDP charges first, forcing Hogan into the corner with a flurry of punches. Hogan scrambles to the outside, frustrated with DDP’s intensity. The crowd roars as DDP motions for Hogan to get back in the ring. When Hogan finally re-enters, he takes control with dirty tactics—a rake to the eyes and a handful of hair—to slow DDP’s momentum. The first few minutes are evenly contested. DDP catches Hogan with a series of shoulder tackles and arm drags, keeping the champion off balance. Hogan, however, uses his veteran instincts, working DDP into the corner and landing heavy right hands. The early exchanges set the tone for the night—a battle of wits, endurance, and heart. Hogan and DDP brawl to the outside, and just as Hogan gains control, Randy Savage sneaks around the ring and tries to interfere. Luger spots it and cuts Savage off, tossing him into the barricade, drawing cheers from the crowd. Luger’s presence evens the odds, and with Savage neutralized, DDP throws Hogan back into the ring and lands a top-rope clothesline for a two-count. Hogan slows the pace, using underhanded tricks to regain control. He chokes DDP against the ropes and delivers a series of elbow drops, drawing boos from the crowd. Every time DDP tries to mount a comeback, Hogan shuts him down with vicious strikes and holds, frustrating both DDP and the fans. Hogan drops the leg for the first time, going for a pin—One… Two… but DDP kicks out! Hogan slams the mat in frustration, sensing that DDP won’t go down easily. As Hogan taunts the crowd, DDP seizes the moment. He ducks a clothesline and lands a spinning discus punch, knocking Hogan to the mat. The crowd explodes as DDP finally gains the upper hand, delivering clotheslines and a Pancake Piledriver for another near-fall. DDP signals for the Diamond Cutter, and the crowd is on their feet. Hogan, sensing the end is near, backs into the corner, begging off. But DDP pulls him to his feet and delivers a snap suplex, followed by a running bulldog. Hogan staggers to his feet, and DDP catches him with a Samoan Drop! 1…..2….Hogan kicks out at the last second! The end seems inevitable as DDP catches Hogan staggering toward him. With the crowd in a frenzy, DDP hits the Diamond Cutter in the middle of the ring! The crowd erupts as DDP goes for the cover—One… Two…—but just before the referee’s hand hits the mat for three, Lex Luger pulls the referee out of the ring! The crowd gasps in disbelief as the referee is yanked to the floor. DDP sits up, stunned, realizing what just happened. He looks toward Luger, confused, as the fans boo loudly. Luger climbs back into the ring, and DDP stands, asking his friend what’s going on. Without hesitation, Luger blasts DDP with a clothesline! The crowd erupts in boos as DDP crumples to the mat. Luger smirks as he picks up DDP and locks on The Torture Rack! Luger has just knocked out DDP with the Rack! The fans are going CRAZY! They are throwing trash as Luger senses DDP is laid out! Luger drops DDP in the middle of the ring and wakes up Hogan who is now all smiles. He does the “Too Sweet” to Luger! Hogan is up to his feet and LEGDROP OF DOOM! Hogan puts the boot on the chest of DDP’s lifeless body as the referee, groggy from being dragged out, slides back into the ring to count the pin! 1…..2….3!!!! Winner and Still WCW World Heavyweight Champion: Hollywood Hogan The boos are deafening as Luger helps Hogan to his feet, raising his arm in victory. Randy Savage slides back into the ring, laughing, and the three men embrace as the nWo music blares through the arena. Hogan grabs the microphone, grinning ear to ear. Hollywood Hogan: "Welcome to the family, Lex Luger, brother!" Luger, now draped in black and white “nWo” shirt, stands tall with Hogan and Savage, sneering down at the fallen DDP. DDP stirs slightly, realizing the betrayal, but Savage stomps him back to the mat with vicious kicks. The nWo stands triumphant as the fans shower them with boos, throwing trash into the ring in disgust. The camera zooms in on the smug faces of Hogan, Savage, and Luger, who all flash the nWo hand signal over DDP’s body. The crowd chants, "You sold out! You sold out!" as the scene grows increasingly chaotic. The last image of Halloween Havoc 1997 is that of the nWo standing tall, with Hogan holding the WCW World Title high above his head, Luger officially a member of the faction, and DDP lying motionless in the ring. The screen fades to black as the nWo music plays, signaling that the war for WCW is far from over. OOC: Replace Nash with Awesome, Hall with Luger and Syxx with Triple H!

WWF will drop Droz WWF will sign Ernest "The Cat" Miller Somebody call his momma!

Yeah you can I will update your roster.

Noted and Updated! If any more trades happen let me know. If you guys want we can do the draft November 1st.

That's Fixed So usually we have to wait till November since you already used your Untouchable Trade-in, but since it's just us and it's two mid-carders that are not major players. I will go ahead and make the changes for you. I will give you Val Venis and dropped Van Hammer as well.

Larry Z will be released from WCW. To fill that void, WCW will move Heenan back to commentary from his managerial spot. Also I added those free agents to the Free Agency.

I am sure some people will like it but it's also easy to see how and why others will hate it. The announcers also did a horrible job at getting that angle over. Ross basically by saying "where have they been" about talent coming down the ramp to save Bryan. Then Excalibur just basically on the verge of tears with Tony spouting off his whole "Worst thing I have ever seen in the history of this sport" hyperbole. Well, that sure didn't help it either. That three-man booth with Excalibur, Ross and Tony is ROUGH to listen to. They basically just ignore Ross the whole time and everything feels off. The match that we saw deserved a better ending than that. Maybe when Bryan comes back and fights The BCC and Moxley it might change the way I feel about this right now, but I guess I will wait and see what story AEW tells from this and if it all pays off in the end but for me it just felt off tonight. If I am in the minority on that I will take it, but that ending in my opinion was absolutely horribly executed. It's like they say. You can have a great PPV but how you end it is all people will talk about. Even though Murtos was completely awesome tonight and deserved to win his match with Hologram and Takeshita FINALLY won a title in AEW. They had some positives, but it sucks that last angle left me with such a sour taste. I guess it just all boils down to that I just don't have any desire to see Darby/Mox which is now the obvious build from that angle, because I didn't like their Grand Slam match and I highly doubt their next one would be better and I also don't care for OC/Mox either which will probably be their side quest before they do the Mox/Darby. Unless they find better dancing partners for Mox. I just don't give a damn about his title reign.

What a horrible fucking ending to a PPV. This is WrestleCrap!