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I really enjoyed Raw. You can tell the crowd was mostly celebs and personalities so it wasn’t as cranked as usual but that’s too be expected though. I know my buddy from Canada didn’t get any ad breaks at all which is cool for him. Also if you watch the replay in the states you can fast forward the ads so that’s awesome. Also the show is available to watch right after it ends which is also convenient. It’s very user friendly. I had no buffering issues. A few audio issues with Cole but that’s to be expected and not like I missed anything from it. Very pleasant experience. The ability to go straight to live with no buffer and pause the live feed without messing up anything was very awesome. The actual show felt like a PLE. The Intuit Dome was a genius place to have the debut show just cause the tech in that building is amazing. Balmer built a beautiful stadium and did a great job with it. Too bad the clippers still play there. Lmao I felt like they ended stories on Raw. After watching I really don’t think The rock comes back for a while. He got his pop he wanted and played company man. I just don’t see him getting involved cause he needs to work on his public image in Hollywood cause his last few movies have been stinkers so I think that’s his biggest interest now. Cena promo was awesome. He is a master on the microphone and the way he pushed the Rumble as his lottery ticket was a great promo. Rhea and Liv being over finally is great, Jey and Travis Scott was cool AF and seeing Travis light up a joint was my pop of the night. Then Jey in the after show saying that Travis didn’t pass so he could inhale was great. Tribal combat was fun as well but I’m glad Fatu got to showcase a little bit. Hopefully that story is done. Punk/Rollins was excellent as the main event. That match would have been next to impossible to follow so it was the right call for the main event. Awesome match and Punks promo after the match giving a shout out dedicating it to Chris Bey and the other guy who has cancer was a class act on his part and then Punk delivering the fire promo was icing on the cake. Say what you will but a motivated CM Punk really is one of the best to ever do it and it’s awesome we get to see him back where he belongs in WWE. I have nothing bad to say. I completely enjoyed the show from start to finish. I mean anytime you make your weekly show that big of a deal that you feel like you watched a PLE. You can’t really be upset about anything.

I don’t get why you guys think WWE cares at all what Jesse Ventura thinks about Hogan. They hired Punk back knowing he had heat with guys. Also it’s not like Hogan/Jesse are going to even do anything. They are both old men. They aren’t going to fight. They might say stuff at best but that’s it. Nothing will happen so having Hogan appear means nothing to anybody. I’m sure Jesse is in the mindset of as long as I don’t have to share space with him then I’m fine. Plus money makes everything better and makes people be quiet.

He needs to cut like 50 people from that roster and backstage maybe even more but knowing TK and what he has done so far. WWE will fire someone then TK will just hire him. I just think TK runs AEW like a fantasy writer runs their fantasy promotion. I don’t even think TK has the ability to focus either. He has his hands in too many jars and everything is failing because of it. Look at the Jags they are in completely shambles. They have a clueless GM and keep losing. Now they fired the coach and going to have to get a whole new coaching staff. They give out horrible contracts, they are negative in the cap and don’t even have a good draft pick this year. TK honestly needs to leave the other things alone and focus solely on AEW. You can’t keep burning the candle at both ends. It will end up catching up with you.

The show at least looked better presentation wise since it was a smaller building and you could actually see with all the lights. Opening I really hope is a one off. Cause whoever came up with the idea for THAT song to be used is a moron.

lol Toni Storm comes back and they instantly book her on Rampage. The show nobody watches or cares about. TK is completely clueless. What a dumb booking decision.

Lo freakin L! What the hell did he expect. He made a stupid tweet about their biggest star they had and then got called out according to the article to his face and now screaming harassment. Hard to have sympathy when he got called out for his stupid tweet to his face. Good Riddance. I can’t name one match that dude has had or any promo he cut that did anything to entertain anyone. He can say it’s cause of Punk he lost his AEW gig but is it really?

Maybe it's overthinking but boy that Main Event wasn't good. HATED the ending. Yuta being hooded trying to hide his identity was lame AF. Mainly cause Yuta is horrible and Mox is even worse. This ending was overbooked to hell. Mid PPV 4/10.

That Mariah May segment was a Dynamite segment absolutely no reason that should have been on PPV.

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.