Brandon stood in the ring with the ref, by now Chane had also entered the ring and he looked at Brandon. Brandon shrugged, Chane shook his head in disbelief. Brandon looked at Hoogan then back at Chane.

"Why are the men in White coats never about when you need them?"

Chane sighed.

"Just go and get him, I don't care how you do it but get that belt back of that wizened old fart!!"

Brandon didn't need to be told twice. There was a loud howling and cracking noise as Brandon transformed and bounded wildly after Hoogan and his old fart cronies. Hoogan was looking round trying to figure out who was cracking and went down heavily as Brandon landed on him, Cevin wet himself and the masked man farted loudly.