The bell is rung. Bong is done. Dan the victor.

Bong is laid out, exhausted and frustrated. Sweating. His palms, dampened with blood.

Dan rises from his pinfall, shoving the sack of bones that is Bong away from him. The audience is gone, evacuated due to a weather warning. The competitors in their fury had not noticed.

Panting, Bong whimpers out ".... fu... fuck you... Dan.... DAN....Fuck you..." while rolling out of the ring.

Dan leans against the ropes, contempt with his victory. Not happy, not proud but irritated that this was the result of their long term friendship.

The ropes shake, a metal chair flies into the ring. Dan turns expecting Bong to be retaliating but rather a passing hurricane strong enough to lift the metal chairs is thrashing them around.

Dan grabs the chair and heads to exit the ring, however a sharp gust of wind steals the weapon from his hands and flies it straight into Bong who has collapsed on the ramp.

Infuriated, Bong rises; "WHAT THE FUCK YOU CUNT. I FUCKIN KNEW IT, YOU WEE BITCH". Bong grabs the chair and charges towards Dan.

Before either man can act or talk down the situation, the hurricane causes an awesome updraft. Both men are being lifted solely by the strength of the wind. They grab the ropes.

The rage pouring out of him, Bong screams into Dan's face; "YOU FUCK, YOU CAN'T QUITE CAN YOU? WE'RE NOT DONE HERE, DANNY BOY" the blood on Bong's hand causes him to lose grip and he is taken by the hurricane...

"I'LL GET YOU DAN......... TEAM FUCK-IT BLASTING OFF AGAIN!!!!!!!"

The freak hurricane passes over, Bong is no where to be seen. The audience slowly returns to their seats. Dan, baffled at what just happened, baffled at the lack of acknowledgement of his former friend's disappearance into the hurricane slumps against the ropes. He ponders and shrugs his shoulders, leaving up the ramp he mutters to himself; "Looks like my offence.... blew Bong away." before pulling out a pair of shades, as the sun shines on him.