XTV 3:20, July 26th, Live from The Tokyo Nippon Budokan, Tokyo, Japan

[Evil Gringo]

The following program is a post watershed production, it will contain scenes and storylines not suitable for children and some of the content may also be unacceptable to other viewers. This program may also contain strobe lighting effects

*80's style Intro*

'Carve me an Edge' by Fake Ideal starts to play as the XTV opening video plays….



Images are displayed throughout the title sequence:

Twiggie hitting the Twiggaludo Frosion on Gringo at Endgame
Barry Gower throwing in the towel on his career
Butcher holding one of the Tag Titles aloft
Drake Rush sneering at the camera
The Evil Gringo hitting the Black Hole Press into the chairs and Barbed Wire tangled Twiggie
Twiggie smiling with the XTV belt
Chris Eagles grabbing the Tag Team title from ringside
Apollo Chambers thumping his chest next to a smiling Gringo
DeadMark hitting the Tombstone on JDZ
Angel posing, teasing the camera with Becki Moss
Sickness thwarting Boyo at Battleships
Jaycey Baby applying his eye-shadow
JDZ looking for the arena
Helms nailing the 5-Star Suicide Splash
Damon Kori and Mike Ward shaking hands
Dangerous Dan leaving TWOStars
Gringo hitting Boyo with a Powerbomb through a Flaming Table
Arron Winter bloodied and battered at Nova
Sickness's Battleships game all over the floor!
Draven Cage hurling MASS through a table in the style of the Awesome One
Twiggie and Gringo face to face
Jaycey babey slapping the taste out of Todd Grisham's mouth
TIH as the new GM!
Crippler locking in the Crossface on Boyo
Twiggie being handed the XTV title
Drake Rush holding the US title once more
Ashton Butcher hitting the Danger Driver on Dan Jackson.
Gringo grasping the world title belt like a bottle of Dr. Pepper!
The cheesy grin of Darkstar once more!!!!!!

The eye in the sky camera pans in on the entrances way and the Tokyo crowd are treated to a free indoor fireworks display. After the last firework goes off, the camera (eye in the sky) shows a sold-out Budokan arena and the sold out crowd scream at the top of their lungs.

A few signs are picked up by the eye in the sky.

アポロは私のサンドイッチを盗んだ!

天使及びMamacita は... 考えられて私は寿司を製錬する

TAKA の> FERE! CIMA の> FERE! 東京> FERE!

The screen ends up at the announce table, where Joey Styles and Paul Heyman are sitting ready for action.

JS: Welcome to Xtreme TV, I am Joey Styles.

PH: And I am Paul Heyman.

JS: What a night we have in store for you... First up due to the ending of last weeks US title match we will have a confrontation of epic propertions...

PH: That's right the Judge will have the unfortunate task of making sure the Human Bulldozer that is Apollo Chambers stays down for a five count...

JS: Thats right and the winner will also be granted a shot at Drake Rush's US title as a reward...

PH: Speaking of Rush... isn't he in action tonight?

JS: Thats right... and he seems to have a point to prove as we have another special champion v champion match as Twiggie...

PH: The X Tee Vee champ...

JS: ...takes on the US Champion in a match where Rushes title will be on the line as Twig...

PH: ...who last week spoiled Gringo's dream of being a double champion god dammit...

JS: ...has a chance to live his own... and speaking of Gringo a special Elimination Chamber preview has been signed for tonight as the champion will take on none other then Sickness in our main event...

PH: ...Tequilla or Whiskey... Who will prevail!

JS: It's certain to be a violent occasion as those two men do not see eye to eye as it where...

PH: Well no.... Sickness see's not just double... he see's quadruple so how the hell can he look anyone in the eye?!?! All I know he must feel awful lonley without his pal Boy.... WHAT THE?!?!

"Climbing Up The Walls", the entrance music of the legendary Dark Alliance has began to slither from the PA and the crowd as one are going ape...

JS: Can it be.... is it.... YES! Sickness AND Boyo are here! BOYO IS HERE!

PH: My, my, my.... the biggest suck up of them all has returned... but not unscathed I see....

Boyo is standing on the stage alongside his partner wearing a stylish sports coat over a faded Club G-EGGS T-Shirt.... as well as a white neckbrace with a mint green trim, a reminder of his little run in with Crip and his Crossface...

Crowd: BOOOYOOOAAHHHH! BOOOYYYOOOAAAAHHHH!

The former champion begins to walk down the ramp ahead of Sickness, with a grin on his face....

JS: I heard he was still in hospital last week after his operation...

PH: Well a certain Kirk Angel refered him to a Dr. Cho and apperently he can cut the recovery time down by 50% at least... and he also provides a lot of 'special' presciptions to aid you out of the bed in the morning too...

JS: Well it looks to have done the Welshman the world of good...

PH: All I say is check back in three years time...

JS: Huh?

He climbs the stairs to the ring and holds the ropes open for Sickness to get in. Sickness, as ever, wears his cut off denim shorts and white T shirt with assorted stains by way of a fashion statement.... that statement being he likes to drink in case you where wondering...

JS: I wonder though... is is smart to get on a plane to Japan from Cardigan with that injury... espically with a building full of men like Gringo...

PH: ...Crippler...

JS: ...Draven Cage...

PH: ...Apollo Chambers....

JS: ...not to mention a certain Barry Gower...

Boyo has trouble bending over to ask for a mic so instead he raises his hand to the sky and down comes a old fashion ribbon microphone instead... somewhere Ken Kennedy scribbles down Boyo's name on his 'To Sue' list right next 'Triceps Expert'....

B: こんにちは東京!

PH: What the hell!

JS: Boyo just spoke the Japanese... I don't know what he said but the crowd are loving...

B: In case my peeps at home are wondering what the hell I just said I'll say it again.... HELLO TOKYO!

The crowd go mad again...

PH: Figures... A big ass cheap pop from the biggest suck up of all....

B: Now I know what you are wondering... what the hell is Boyo doing here... I mean the last time you saw me I was getting wrapped up in a brace and calling it a day...

The crowd boo at the memory of Crippler sticking the former champ on the injured list....

B: But I thought to myself... Can I do that? Can I walk away from this business for ever? So I rang Sickness and he said to me... tell 'em what you said Sicky...

Sickness leans into the mic....

S: Goldfish....

Boyo looks at his partner and shakes his head as far as his neck will allow before continuing...

B: ...and after hearing that I realised... it's time to go old school just like this fine Tokyo inspired shirt from the catwalks of MMMEXXXIIII....

Crowd: ....CCCCCOOOHHHH!

B: So I jumped in the new and improved, disabled friendly BoyoMobile... I switched on some Mad Capsule Markets... stopped James Dario from trying to stalk Chiaki Kuriyama and drove all the way to TOOOOKKKIIIII...

Crowd: ....YYOOOOOOHHHHH!

B: So I pulled right in to the Budokan playing some Cheap Trick and I said to Sickness, like the brace? He nodded and he said to my face do you want to be my manager and I said... HELL YEAH!

JS: Sickness is to be managed by Boyo tonight?!?!? It's like ERE all over again!

PH: Oh god.... Gower and Crippler I like... Sickness is nice when he is the mood to pull of a puppies leg but Boyo? He's more eighties then a Inoki title run!

B: So tonight I will come to the ring to see my old foe Pingu face my twisted little friend tonight... and you know it can pretty lonely at ringside all alone....

JS: What does he mean?

PH: Search me... I mean how can he feel alone surrounded by ten thousand grapple fans in Tokyo?

B: So I think I will extend an invitation... CRIPPLER!

JS: Ah....

B: I may not be anywhere near 100%... hell I don't even think I am at 50% but as long as I have a breath in my body... as long as my arms still move and my gums still flap I will say this to you, Pingu, Pluto and Dudley Cage...

PH: Oh he's asking for it....

B: I WILL be here to back Sickness and if any of you try and get in his way tonight when he sticks Gringo in a COMA.... well then I might just have get Samurai on your ass! Tell 'em Sicky...

S: Gringo... F.E.R.E.... Tonight I will show you my eating custard mold is safer then me! Now FERE THAT!

With that Climbing Up The Walls judders to life again and Boyo and Sickness... the reunited DA stand tall and soak in the cheers of the crowd...

JS: Boyo is back as Sicknesses manager... and he just offered Crippler a chance to meet him at ringside...

PH: This can only end in trouble let me tell you....

JS: What a start to X Tee Vee.... we'll be right back after these messages!

[Chriscare]

We return the camera goes over to Joey Styles and Paul Heyman.

JS: Folks lets just show you what happened right before the break.

With that Climbing Up The Walls judders to life again and Boyo and Sickness... the reunited DA stand tall and soak in the cheers of the crowd...

JS: Boyo is back as Sicknesses manager... and he just offered Crippler a chance to meet him at ringside...

PH: Wow, what an opening for the show Joey Styles.

JS: What a show we've got for you tonight folks. The US title and the tag team titles will be defended tonight and as we just mentioned Sickness vs Evil Gringo.

PH: And folks, the return of The Caring Couch, is Tonight!

JS: That's right folks, Chris Care says that he has a huge announcement tonight and it will all be revealed tonight when he interviews his mystery special guest.

Cut to DTTAH

[DC]

We cut to the backstage area, finding ourselves in the plush dressing-room of the Alpha-Male faction in TWO, the one and only F.E.R.E. Unfortunately though, things aren't all that peachy in the "Land of the Rising Sun" tonight.

In the room, we have all the members of the group present and correct, causing widespread booing from the Japanese fans in attendance...except for Draven Cage and Angel, who are meeting with the boss in his office. Gringo is sitting on a leather chair, the Lay-Zee-Boy 5000, with the title belt draped across his lap, which he is stroking like Blofeld's white cat. Becki is on the telephone in a corner of the room, apparently trying to fix a time for Cage, Chambers and Gringo to appear on Larry King Live to discuss the recent allegations of drug usage in pro-wrestling. They were going to ask Sickness as well, but having a functioning alcoholic on national tv was thought to be a poor idea by Holt and Darkstar.

Bobby Banks is on the internet, checking up on the sales of all F.E.R.E. merchandise, and how it stacks up next to the merchandise powerhouses like John Cena, DX, The Hardy's and Funaki. As he is doing this, Apollo and Crippler are on the long leather couch next to Gringo, joining in the discussion of recent weeks.


Gringo:....o what? He hasn't been able to beat me when it matters, and that's all that counts in this business. When the gold is on the line, that is when you need to bring your testículos de oro.

Chambers: I DON'T GIVE A SH*T ABOUT GOLDEN TESTICLES AND HOW TWIGGIE CAN'T CUT IT WHEN THE HEAT IS ON....ALL I CARE ABOUT IS WHY THAT SCOTTISH BAST*RD DIDN'T HELP ME WHEN I NEEDED HIM LAST WEEK!

Crippler: Calm down Apollo, I'm sure there was a reason for it. Maybe he didn't want the match to end with a DQ, which is what would have happened if he had gotten into the ring.

Gringo: Maybe, maybe not. Cage seems to freeze up when The Judge is around. Now, being the friendly man that I am, I can understand what it's like to have an old friend come around and cause problems with your new friends. But what Draven needs to figure out is that there is a reason Jusge is an old friend, and a reason why we are his new friends.

Chambers: I DON'T CARE ABOUT THAT SH*T....HE COST ME THE US TITLE, AND THERE IS NO EXCUSE FOR THAT!

Gringo: Ask him when he get's here. But remember, there is a reason he has attained the reputation he has, so no vaya a comenzar mierda que usted no puede manejar solamente.

Crippler: You'll get another shot at the US title, as well as the tag-team titles too. But tonight we need to think about Sickness and Boyo.

Apollo: I guess you're right. But Boyo shouldn't be an issue at the moment. If he gets in our way, all you need to do is crossface his Welsh ass again, put him out for good.


At that moment, the door swings open and in walks a tanned Draven Cage and Angel, back from the boss' office and full of happiness due to their recent wedding held in the suburbs of Florida, and attended by most of the TWO roster, as well as a few superstars from other companies too.

The wrestlers stop their discussion and turn their attention to the twosome as they make their way across the floor and settle into a three-seater sofa, Angel lay across her man's lap in a loving way.


Cage: Hello there Bubs and Bubette. I've just had some great news from the office. Tonight, "in that very ring".....I've always wanted to say that....Apollo Chambers will go one-on-one with The Judge.

Apollo: *Smashing his fist into his palm* Yeah....now that's what I'm talking about. I'm gonna teach that punk about the law of the streets.

Cage: Oh, it gets better. Y'see, I'm going to be accompanying you to ringside, making sure nothing bad happens.

Apollo: Wait a goddamn minute. You think I'm ok with that? I got Bobby Banks to cover my back.


Bobby leaves the computer and comes over to join the conversation. Angel climbs off of Cage as the tension begins to mount once again.


Cage: He's got the night off. I spoke to Holt, and we both feel that Banks would end up destroyed by Commandant, so I've been granted a temporary managers licence for the evening.

Apollo: What the f*ck are you playing at? Hmmm? Last week, you do nothing, nothing at all, to stop Judge from interfering in my match. You don't help out when everyone else was teaching him a lesson. What's the deal?

Cage: Listen Junior, if I'd entered that ring, you would have been disqualified, and that means no title for you.

Crippler: I told you that would be it.

Cage: As for the attack on Judge...there were three of you. Are you honestly going to sit there and tell me that three of you couldn't handle him yourselves? You needed me to help you out with that?


Apollo and Cage rise to their feet, as do Gringo and Crippler in an attempt to diffuse the situation.


Apollo: We just need to know, right now, where does your loyalty lie?

Cage: You want to know where my loyalty lies? That is f*cking simple. You see that vision of beauty sitting there? My loyalty begins and ends with her and me, because they are the only two people I can one-hundred percent rely on.

Gringo: C'mon Draven, settle down. We've got a big match coming up in a few weeks, so we need to focus on how we're going to help me retain my World Heavyweight Title.


DC's eyes widen, and his teeth begin to clench as a mild rage takes over.


Cage: First off, it's not your World Title unless I decide it's your World Title at the Elimination Chamber. If you remember to the last time I had a shot at the belt, you cost me my chance. What makes you think I'm going to allow it this time?

Apollo: What about the tag titles?

Cage: Well, if you hadn't lost them, and lost our rematch, we wouldn't need to ask that question, now would we?

Apollo: Who do you thi...

Cage: SHUT UP! Look at you all. Gringo, when was the last time you won a match? Huh. Twiggie owns you at the moment, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it...or so it seems. As for you Crippler, Judge left you laying. If it wasn't for us coming out, we'd be calling you Crippled instead of Crippler.


Crippler, Apollo and Gringo all get in the face of their Scottish aggressor. Angel stands up to join him, prompting Becki Moss to also come across to the commotion.


Banks: C'mon playas, this is no way to conduct yo'self on national tv.

Angel: Shut your hole, or I'll shut it for you.

Becki: Angel, let's not fal...

Angel: And don't think I won't slap the piss out of your blonde-haired head either.....BITCH!


Becki Moss lunges at Angel, who lunges back, but both men in their lives seperate them before any real damage can occur. The women start screaming at each other, but it's at too high a pitch to be heard by anyone who can't listen in dog.


Cage: This is how it is. You three have been losing every battle you've been in. I ran through four men to get this case, and even put one of them out permanently. And unlike Boyo, who, contrary to your opinion Mr. Crippler, has returned to the show, I can promise you this, it'll be a long time before MASS is back on the scene.

Angel: You tell it like it is baby.

Cage: This faction was not started to become a joke. If you keep losing like you have been, we'll be thought of in the same breath as the Spirit Squad, The New Blood or the Horsemen when Paul Roma was a member. We need to be thought of as Evolution, DX from 1998, the original nWo and the original Horsemen. And the only way to do that is to be ruthless, tell it like it is and drag whichever members are bringing the side down. Now I would hope to be shown the same tough-love if I was on a losing streak.


The men begin to nod in understanding of where Draven Cage has been going with this. Becki Moss and Angel begin to smile at each other and mention how silly they both were being earier. A hug between the two seals the friendship once again.


Cage: Now let us allow the past to be the past and move on. From this point on, we do not lose. I'm going out there with Apollo, and he is going to take out The Judge. Gringo is going to take out Sickness tonight, and Twiggie when the time comes and I am going to cement my legacy in wrestling history. Let the mist fly and the blood spill as we run riot like we've never run riot before. Now who's with me?


Draven puts his right hand into the centre of the group and awaits the others to follow. Hesitation is apparent, but Apollo breaks the ice as he places his hand on top of his tag partner's.


Apollo: I'm in.


Crippler follows suit.


Crippler: Me too.


All eyes turn to the TWO World Heavyweight Champion, wondering if he's also going to follow suit. Apollo and Crippler nod for Gringo to put his hand in, which he eventually does, but not without a look of apprehension on his face.


Gringo: Cuáles el infierno, yo es en también.


Draven looks at all the hands in the middle and nods in approval, a big smile on his bearded face.


Cage: Now that's more like it. F.E.R.E. is ready to unleash a plague of violence never seen in the wrestling world. No-one is safe, no-one is exempt. F.E.R.E. will be widespread before the dawn breaks.

All: So it is written, so it shall be.


Angel pull out a piece of paper on it, which on closer inspection contains some famous (and not so famous) quotes about the emotion of fear. After each one, Angel adds her own interpretation to the texts. It becomes apparent that the tone of the faction is shifting to a darker realm, with some of the fans becoming uncomfortable with the wording of the comments.

Angel: "The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom," but the "Lords of F.E.R.E." are the end of salvation.

All: So it is written, so it shall be.

Angel: "Fear cannot be without hope nor hope without fear," but F.E.R.E. brings to those who oppose a hopelessness of defeat that cannot be described.

All: So it is written, so it shall be.

Angel: "When power is wedded to chronic fear, it becomes formidable." With constant F.E.R.E., TWO becomes our playground.

All: So it is written, so it shall be.

Angel: "Fear, the great universal denominator," F.E.R.E. will become the great universal dictator.

All: So it is written, so it shall be.

Angel: To end the lesson, there is nothing to fear but F.E.R.E itself.

All: SO IT IS WRITTEN, SO IT SHALL BE!


The four male wrestlers look to the ceiling and let out a simultanious burst of mist, green from Gringo, black from Crippler, red from Cage and orange from Apollo. The screen stays on the image of the mist-blowing faction for a few seconds before switching to a shot of Joey Styles and Paul Heyman at the commentary table.


Styles: What the Hell was that? Do we now have the "Church of F.E.R.E." in the building.

Heyman: Well if we do, I'll be the first in line.

Styles: It seems that Cage managed to deflect the matter of his loyalty, and has in fact managed to unite the faction under the banner of spreading F.E.R.E. across the company like they did in the early days.

Heyman: We had Angel showing how well read she is, with the reading of quotes from a variety of sources. I'm sure one of them swas from H.P. Lovecraft.

Styles: That would make sense. But all of this could be for nothing, because later on tonight, it will be The Judge taking on Apollo Chambers.

Heyman: The Judge wants revenge for the beating he suffered at the hands of F.E.R.E., and especially Apollo.

Styles: By the same token, Chambers wants to get even after Sid Commandant cost him the US title last week.

Heyman: Judge had no reason to interfere in that match. If he had any kind of smarts, he'd let Apollo win the title, then take it from him in a match. That way, he gets revenge AND wins the title.

Styles: And in tonight's main-event, Evil Gringo takes on Sickness in a non-title match up.

Heyman: Boyo needs to stay away from ringside, or Crippler will end up ripping him in half once again.

Styles: We'll also have exclusive coverage of the wedding of the year, as Draven Cage married his sweetheart Angel.


We cut to a promo video for the returning Barry Gower, and then to a commercial break at the end of that.

[Reno]

We return from the commercial break. Joseph Helms is seen walking down the hallway, the japanese crowd cheer as he appears. He is seen wearing Jeans, trainers and a Jushin 'Thunder' Liger t-shirt. Todd Grisham appears out of nowhere infront of Joseph Helms.

Todd Grisham: Joseph, it's nice oF you to come and join us here in japan.

Joseph Helms: I wouldn't have missed it for the world, yet I can't speak I'm in a ru-...

Todd Grisham: *interrupting* Last week we saw you lose to crippler, who do you feel?

Joseph Helms: Look, I don't feel anything towards it. That was just a match, who cares? I'm in a hurry, have you seen Darkstar?

Todd Grisham: He was in his office, but I really need to catch up with you, the japanese fans love you.

Todd blocks Helms' way.

Joseph Helms: Wow, I'm glad someone does... look Todd just move, please. This is VERY important...

Helms looks around, deciding the only way through is with force.

Todd Grisham: Do you think you will win the XT-...*BAM*

Todd Grisham flys towards the wall, falling towards the ground as Helms pushes him out the way. Helms sprints off with the camera following.

Joseph Helms: I'M SORRY TODD! MAYBE LATER, OKAY?

Helms stops at a door, which he knocks on before entering.

Darkstar: Come in.

Helms opens the door, to see Darkstar smiling at his desk.

Darkstar: Welcome, Joseph.

Joseph Helms: Right, that's it Darkstar. Why the hell am I not booked for Midsummer Nights Destruction?

Darkstar: Well, you see...

Joseph Helms: Cut the crap, Darkstar. How comes Twiggie AND Sickness are in the elimination chamber, when only last month they were facing me? I'm stuck here as a little opening attraction for the fans.

Darkstar: Look, it's because ONE, You'd never have a chance in there, TWO, I wouldn't want our "little" opening attraction to get hurt, would I? and THREE, no offence but you as world champion? Don't make me laugh!

The crowds begin to boo.

Joseph Helms: You know what? I've got a little present for you if that's how you really feel.

Helms pulls out an envelope from his back pocket and places it on to Darkstars desk.

Joseph Helms: Just a little somthing for you to read. Have a nice day, Mr. Darkstar.

Helms walks out the room smiling as DS opens the envelope and pulls out a letter.

Darkstar: Dear Darkstar...

The scene fades out, with only that one line managing to make it in as we cut to...

[Omega]

Cut to the incredible Holts office. the co-GM of TWOstars is loungin on his leather chair, customarily his arm is in a sling and is wearing an eye patch. Proffesor McKellen is sat opposite him pouring over his notes to the TWOStars part-head honcho.

Prof: Listen Mr Holt I'm telling you that Arron can't be sidelined forever. He's in self-exile at the moment, colouding with his darker side as to how he will return. I'm warning you that the longer he's denied his "chance" the worse it will be all round when he decides he's had enough of waiting.

Holt lifts up his eye atch and slips it over the other eye, as someone might turn a baseball cap from back to front.

TIH: Well Professor, I certainly don't think I will be held to ransom by the promise of Mr Cold and Frosty kicking up a fuss. In fact I think I'll kepp him off the card this week just to prove a point. Let him brood away, if he'd have won a briefcase at Endgame then he'd have nothing to complain about.

Prof:*sigh* Mr Holt, with all due respect I'm not asking you to put a belt around his waist. I'm simply advising you that we could avoid another Jaycey Baby scenario with perhaps a single match.

Holt ponders the thought of Winter taking out another superstar on the roster as he did to JB before his confinement in the assylum.

TIH: And what do you propose? A shot at Gringo? Or Perhaps Drake Rush? Maybe I should ignore his weight and give him a shot at Twiggie?

Prof: There is one thing for next week but it can't been seen to come from me. Shall we talk more privately?

Holt suddenly seems to "notice" the camera (like it suddenly became visible.

TIH: Right you lot, out you go...

Fade from the sight of the Co-GM's door closing on front of the camera..

[SuperKick Kid]

Cut to the parking lot and we see a limo pull up. The back doors open on both sides and four guys with back pants and black shirts with a “DJ” logo on them step out of both sides.

Once they are all out and around to the door on the camera side, another man steps out, dressed in black pants, black **** and black suit jacket. And to finish off the outfit, some black shades. It is ‘Dangerous’ Dan Jackson.

As he and his goons walk towards the building, Todd Grisham walks into the frame…….

Grisham: Mr. Jackson, Mr. Jackson….Can I have a word please?

The goons look at Dan and he nods at them. Without a word, one of DJ’s goons grabs the mic out of Grisham’s hand and hands it over to Mr. Jackson. The others then proceed to grab Todd by the arms and escort him off screen.

The screen positions itself pointed at Jackson who begins to speak in a serious tone….

DJ: As all of you saw last week, Dan Jackson is back and this time I’m not here to play around. Mickail Mills is but the first casualty in my journey towards the top of this company.

DJ: I am putting all of TWOstars on notice; every person who I must go through to get there will suffer the same fate as Mills did last week, this goes for my opponent tonight as well.

DJ: It does not matter what happened in my last run here. As far as I am concerned, the slate is wiped clean. If I went through you before, I will go through you again. Doesn’t matter where you were then or where you are now.

DJ: I reiterate this one more time just to get it through some of those thick skulls in the locker rooms, Dan Jackson is back and if you get in my way, you will end up lying in a pool of your own blood, choking as you gasp for air because there is so much blood you can’t breathe. This is not a threat, it is a promise.

With that said, Dan motions them to bring Grisham back on-screen, he hands the mic to a goon and walks off screen. One of the goons punches Todd in the face and the two holding him let him drop to his knees. The one holding the mic drops it in a puddle of water right in front of Grisham.

They walk away and the camera zooms in on Todd, down on both knees, holding his face, as he looks down at his mic in the puddle.

Cut to….

[Rog]

Styles: Ladies and gentlemen we are back on Xtreme TV, and we are getting word that there is some commotion backstage a camera is getting in position.

Heyman: Well that would be nice, beats sitting here wondering!

The camera cuts to the backstage area where The Judge and Apollo Chambers are brawling amongst referees and security personell.

Styles: It looks like Chambers didnt take to kindly to the words of The Judge.

Heyman: Hey, he is showing him that he is not afraid of a fight.

The Judge takes Apollo and goes to throw him into a vending machine, but Chambers catches Commandant with a knee and hurls him across a table, both men brawling on the floor exchanging rights and lefts.

Styles: Well we have a match schedualed! But I dont anybody expected the night to start like this!

Heyman: Where is Draven Cage? Is he there?!

Styles: I dont see him...ooh, they've broken free and are going at it again!

Chambers and The Judge continue swinging at each others heads as they move down the tunnell to the gorilla position.

Heyman: Look out they are coming our way!!..

[Rog]

The crowd comes to its feet as The Judge and Apollo Chambers come brawling through the curtain.

Styles: Would someone get security?

Heyman: Do you want to get in the middle of that.

Chambers lands a boot to the midsection of The Judge and grabs the back of his neck

Styles: Oh my god, he is going to piledrive The Judge onto those steel grids!

The Judge powers out of the move, taking the Apollo over into a back body drop, the rattling of the steel echoes throughout the arena.

Heyman: Nobody home on that one,does this count as a match, I mean if someone gets the pin will they get the U.S title shot?

Styles: This is not a falls count anywhere match, they haven’t even come near the ring yet. But whoever survives this brawl deserves the shot!

Commandant grabs the head of Chambers and slams it onto the floor, before taking him back up and whipping him full force into the guardrail.

Styles: The Judge has waited for this match ever since that beatdown two weeks ago, and he is venting his anger now!

The Judge charges at Chambers who ducks and sends Commandant over the rail into the crowd.

Heyman: The fans getting a closer look at the action than they would want.

Apollo grabs the head of The Judge and drives an elbow into the forehead before hooking the head and attempting the suplex.

Styles: The Wrestling Machine looking to bring The Judge back in the hard way.

The Judge blocks the suplex and takes Chambers over the rail, both men landing with a splat on the concrete.

Heyman: These guys sure are taking their time getting to the ring!

Styles: Maybe its best they get this bad blood out of the way, with what has gone down between The Judge and F.E.R.E and the tensions within the group itself, I wouldn’t have been surprised if the match ended in a DQ!

The Judge is the first to recover slowly getting back up to his feet and plants a couple of boots to the torso of Chambers, before hopping over the guardrail and walking up the aisle.

Styles: The Judge now, trying to get his breath back, but not for long as Apollo Chambers is back on his feet.

Commandant walks up the rampway and rolls under the bottom rope, beckoning Chambers to do likewise. Apollo sprints up the runway and slides under the bottom rope straight into a brawl with the waiting Commandant.

Heyman: The referee ringing the bell but that “bad blood” theory of yours has just gone out the window Joey, these two are still fighting like a couple of hobos over a delicious baked ham.

Styles: And where is Draven Cage? I can think of no more appropriate match for him to be at ringside for than this, but he isn’t here Paul.

Heyman: Well this match did get off to a spontaneous start Joey, or do you suspect The Hangman is deliberately avoiding having to be here at a match involving two men who he held tag team gold with?

Commandant rolls to his feet, as Chambers hops back up, both men nurse themselves from the brawl they just had before stepping back into respective corners.

Styles: Well I’ll be damned Paul, we could just have a wrestling match on our hands here!

Both men sizing up the other as they charge at one another and grapple in the centre of the ring.

Styles: Hook up, both men bringing power to this match. Interesting to see who can adapt to the others.

Chambers lands a boot to the midsection and whips The Judge across the ring. Apollo lunges forward and goes for a huge lariat but Commandant ducks under, bounds to the opposite set of ropes and comes back crashing into Apollo with a spear, both men driven down into the mat.

Heyman: Oh man what a collision, it was like two trucks smashing into one another.

Styles: Well a shot at the U.S title awaits the winner…..

Styles is cut off by a huge reaction from the crowd, as the fans in shot can be seen standing up and looking to the entrance.

Heyman: Whats going on now?

Styles: Its Draven Cage!!

The camera cuts to the Hangman who is walking down the ramp

Styles: Well now things are going to get REAL interesting!


Cage reaches the ring but stops at the apron and watches The Judge climb back up.

Heyman: Well I guess he is going to be a manager like he said.

Styles: Time will tell Paul, but I find it hard to believe that he wont use this chance to settle once and for all who is loyal to, VL: O or F.E.R.E.

The Judge steadies himself on the top turnbuckle as Chambers uses his arms to push himself up off the canvas.

Heyman: Now what the hell is this? The Judge isn’t a high flier?

Styles: Chambers is about to find out whether or not that is so.

Judge suddenly turns to check where Cage is, The Hangman still stands with his arms folded, but looks interested in what The Judge has planned.

Styles: Draven Cage still staying out of this match, The Judge getting a fleeting sense of paranoia as he is vulnerable on that top rope.

Chambers finally regains a vertical base and turns around to face The Judge who leaps off the top turnbuckle with the double axe handle.

Heyman: Incoming!

Apollo quickly stands aside and thrusts his leg up to meet The Judge square in the jaw with the superkick. The crowd “ooohs” as Commandant drops to both knees before slumping down onto the mat.

Styles: Good God! The Judge may very well be knocked out

Heyman: Ha! You never. Never! Count that man out Joey, Apollo Chambers is the Real Deal!

Chambers glances over at Cage who remains at the apron, neither a look of approval or disapproval on his face.

Styles: What a devastating move from the F.E.R.E member.

Apollo hooks the head of Commandant and pulls him up straight before hooking the midsection and taking the 265 pounder over with a belly to belly suplex.

Heyman: Now that’s pure power Joey.

Chambers goes for another belly to belly, but The Judge flips over and lands on his knees and feet before interlocking arms, back to back with Chambers.

Styles: Ho ho! If there is a way to prove who is more powerful, this is it!

Both men struggle to get the leverage, as Judge strains and begins to lift Chambers over.

Styles: Look at this! Look at this! The Judge beginning to gain the leverage on his 40 pound heavier opponent!

Apollo digs his boots into the ground and stops the momentum, before beginning to lift The Judge over himself.

Heyman: Now this is more like it. This is how it should be. This isn’t a fairy tale that you can make the ending up to please yourself Joey, this is real life and here Apollo Chambers is bigger and better that The Judge.

Styles: Chambers is going to get the better of this struggle!

Commandant realises this and breaks one arm free before driving his elbow into the exposed ribs of Apollo. The Judge quickly hoists Chambers up into a Crucifix position as Apollo begins to kick and squirm out of the hold.

Styles: Well that’s one way of beating Chambers in a test of strength, and speaking of strength, The Judge now struggling to and beginning to succeed in getting Chambers up into a Crucifix!

Judge starts to spin and goes to drop Chambers with the slam, but the F.E.R.E member is heavier than Judge anticipated and Commandant stumbles, both men falling over to one side, Chambers crashing into the ropes.

Styles: Gah!! Apollo just got hung up on those ropes, he could have been decapitated!

Heyman: Maybe that’s what The Judge wanted.

Styles: Chambers weighs 310lbs, and it has only been a couple of times in his career that The Judge has faced someone bigger than him. You know that will have quite the effect of the arsenal of The Judge.

Heyman: Well that’s what being a champion in this business means, Joey if The Judge is limited like that he has no business being U.S. champ and should therefore forfeit.

Styles: That’s ridiculous. I never said that. Anyway back to the match, and this could very well be a turning point as that landing took a lot out of Apollo Chambers.

Cage walks over to the other side of the ring as The Judge goes to lift up Chambers, but the Wrestling Machine breaks free and connects with a right hand that knocks The Judge back into the corner.

Heyman: What a shot from Apollo Chambers, that will impress his tag partner.

Styles: The Hangman nodding at Chambers who continues on the offence.

The Real Deal takes The Judge out of the corner and flings him across the ring. Commandant crashes into the turnbuckles, but has little time to recover as Chambers follows through, squashing The Judge in the corner.

Styles: Phew, all 310lbs showing to mercy as Apollo crushes The Judge in the corner. That’ll knock the wind out of you!

Heyman: He can be pretty agile when he wants to be.

Chambers grabs The Judge and places him throat first across the bottom rope, but backs off and grabs the referee.

Styles: What is he doing?

Heyman: He is giving Cage an opening to help him in this match.

Draven stands in front of The Judge, both men are a foot apart face to face, but The Hangman stands, arms folded and looks The Judge right in the eyes.

Styles: Draven Cage standing on the outside, he isn’t laying a finger is this match, despite Chambers blatant attempts at making him do so.

Heyman: It’s allowing The Judge to recover.

Chambers sees what is happening and releases the referee before shoving him aside. And walking over to the ropes leaning out to Cage.

Chambers: What the hell man?! What are you doing?!

Styles: The Wrestling Machine now seeing the activity or lack therof of his tag partner.


The Judge grabs the leg of Chambers and rolls him up.

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Styles: No the shoulder up from Apollo, his mind is totally not in this game now.

Heyman: And you bet The Judge is going to exploit that. That is unless Draven Cage proves his allegiance decisively in this match.

The Judge climbs to his feet using the ropes as support, trying to undo the damage incurred so far in this match.

Styles: Commandant’s window of opportunity about to slam shut.

Apollo makes his way over; The technical machine delivers an precise elbow drop to the spine, which puts an end to The Judge’s recovery. Chambers pulls Commandant to his feet, locking his arms around the body of The Judge.

Heyman: Here we go again; Apollo is breaking out the suplexes!

Apollo lifts The Judge into the air, but before he can take him over, Commandant headbutts him.

Styles: What a shot!

Heyman: Completely unprofessional!

The crowd roar with excitement as Chambers stumbles back, and The Judge grabs the head of Apollo, driving his forearm into the head of his opponent. The Wrestling Machine is clearly stunned and the follow up shots aren’t helping as The Judge backs Chambers into the corner with successive right hand shots.

Styles: A flurry of offence from the enforcer of law and order!

Commandant grabs the head of Chambers and spikes him into the mat with a DDT.

Styles: Into the cover!



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Styles: No the kick out from Chambers.

Heyman: Does The Judge know who he is up against, you cant expect to get a five count with that?!

The Judge backs off and allows Chambers to get up before charging at him with the clothesline.

Styles: Both men go crashing out to the floor.

Heyman: This could get ugly.

Commandant goes to throw Apollo into the guardrail, but it is blocked by Chambers who lands an elbow to the gut before driving the head of The Judge into the rail.

Styles: Both men in danger of being counted out, and if that happens no title shot for either man!

Apollo lifts up The Judge and goes to drive him into the ringpost, but he escapes and pushes the wrestling machine who crashes head and shoulder first into the ringpost.

Styles: Well that backfired on Apollo.

Heyman: Draven Cage now moving over to this scene

The Judge props Apollo against the steel steps before running and charging with the knee.

Styles: Oh my god, nobody home!! The Judge drove his own knee into those steel ring steps.

Heyman: And his bad knee at that Joey the one that put him out for four months, now a real opportunity has emerged for the F.E.R.E member, maybe both of them.

Apollo methodically walks behind The Judge who is limping around the ring trying to get feeling back into the leg, but is stopped by Cage who tells his partner to get back in the ring.

Styles: Wait a minute Paul. What is happening here?

The Judge rolls under the ring, stopping the count, as Apollo gets back in the face of Cage.

Chambers: What are you doing, he is hurt, why are you stopping me for?!

Cage: You could have been counted out, you cant get at the US title if you lose!

Chambers: This is bull*** man, he is hurt and you are protecting him.

Cage: Exactly he is hurt, so why don’t you get in the ring and beat him in the ring for the title shot!

Apollo slowly nods and goes back to the ring apron, and steps up before stepping through the ropes.

Styles: What did you make of that Paul.

Heyman: I don’t know Joey, but The Judge is hurt and like the shark that smells blood Chambers is zoning in on that.

Cage leans on the ring apron and watches as Apollo charges at The Judge and kicks the bad leg of Commandant out from under him.

Styles: Gah! Only a matter of time now Paul!!!

Chambers picks up The Judge once more who is hobbling on one leg and props him up before stepping back and going for the Busaiku Knee Kick

Heyman: Boom!!!

Styles: Oh my God! The Judge drops out of the way, Chambers connects with the referee!!

Cage is seen shaking his head and walks over to the timekeepers table, as Chambers hoists The Judge back up, watching what Draven is up to.

Heyman: Wait a minute now!

Styles: Draven Cage has got The Judge sledgehammer!

Heyman: He is going to make up for to weeks ago!

Chambers holds Judge in place as The Hangman steps up onto the ring apron with the hammer.

Styles: Well I think all our answers are going to settled, and settled in a brutal fashion!

Chambers holds The Judge and tells Cage to come into the ring, but instead The Hangman tosses the hammer over the top rope at Chambers, who releases The Judge allowing him to snatch the hammer and swing it up and into the head of Chambers in one move.

Heyman: No! No! No!!! Draven turn around, its gone horrible wrong!!!

Cage is stepping down off the apron and does not see this unfold, as The Judge drops over the out cold Chambers.

Styles: The referee coming around!!

The Hangman turns around and looks puzzled at what he is seeing

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Styles: Oh man, oh man, in a matter of seconds this situation has gotten even more blurry!!!

The referee calls for the bell as The Judge uses the hammer as a walking stick to help him back up.

Heyman: What the hell happened Joey?! Explain to me what just happened?!

Styles: I honestly don’t know Paul, was Cage thowing the hammer to Apollo, was he throwing it at him, did he know Apollo would have to break his hold on The Judge to catch the hammer?!

TC: Here is your winner and the Number One Contender to the United States Championship, The Judge!!!

The Judge rolls under the bottom rope and exits up the ailse, checking on his knee.

Heyman: I don’t belive this.

Styles: Only one person knows the true intention of Draven Cage and that’s The Hangman himself.

The Judge now at the top of the ramp raises the hammer into the air and points back at the ring, and Draven Cage who is standing over Apollo.

Heyman: F.E.R.E is not going to be happy.

Styles: My god, and this night is only getting started, we have defiantly not heard the last on this issue tonight.!!!


Cut to....

[Dark Dodo]

Ringside where Styles and Heyman are seen talking

Heyman: So I said to Rhyno "If you had use the oinment then

Suddenly the lights go out plunging the stadium into darkness. Suddenly a single red light appears in the centre of the ring and makes it way to the entrance. There is a stunned silence from the crowd

Heyman: Okay what the hell is going on?

Styles: It looks like we are about to find out Paul

Suddenly the red light reaches the top of the entrance and bathes the Titon Screen in red Light. Suddenly on the blank screen appears the words E.W.A and the following video is shown.


Action cuts to ring side where Gerald Benson and Don "The Body" Phillips are sitting at ring side.

GB: And now gentle watchers we have a match that is unsuitable for the weak of heart.

DP: That's right scum bags we've got the reptilian Kobra Khan taking on that Sadistic freak Iagan for the Hardcore belt.

GB: That is right gentle viewer and the match is a Snake pit match where the winner is determined by throwing his opponent into a pit full of venomous snakes.

Camera goes to a close up of a 7ft by 7ft pit filled with Adders, rattle snakes ect

DP: And Iagan doesn't stand a chance

Vernon Wells: Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls the following match is scheduled for one throw and is for the Hardcore Championship belt. (The sounds of snake charming music combined with the sound of snakes begins to play) Introducing first a member of the group known as "The Middle Eastern Block" at a height of 5ft 11 and weighing in at 230lbs .. KOBRA KHAN

The crowd erupt into jeers and boos as Kobra Khan walks out onto the entrance carrying a large sack and the flag of Iraq. Kobra Khan waves the flag and sneers at the crowd and walks over to the pit.

DP: You don't suppose that he has Ghengis in that bag do you?

GB: I certainly would not put it pass the old boy

Kobra Khan reaches the pit and empty's the contents of the bag into it which turn out to be more deadly snakes. Kobra Khan throws the now empty bag at a nearby paramedic and walks into the ring waving his flag. The crowd start to chant "Regeneration-X" which starts to annoy Kobra Khan who starts to hurl abuse at the audience.

GB: I SAY! There is no need for that kind of language. There are ladies present.

Suddenly the sound of screeching tyres fills the ring and the crowd erupt into cheers and chants of "IGGY".

Vernon Wells: And introducing next the current hardcore champion, one half of the tag team "Regeneration-X" hailing from Manchester, England at a height of 5ft 11 and weighing in at 230lbs, the most sadistic creature to ever walk the Earth ...Iagan The Freak

Iagan The Freak walks onto the entrance and runs his hand through his long brown hair and waves the belt to the crowd. The crowd pops and Iagan sees Kobra Khan standing in the ring and turns round and drops his trousers briefly to show his arse to him. Kobra Khan trys to leave the ring but the referee, Henry Hillman stops him

GB: PLEASE! Does no one have any sense of decency anymore?

DP: The freak is reminding Kobra Khan of the last time they faced and it was in a loser kisses the back end of a wart hog match.

GB: And I hear that it took 3 weeks before the taste left Kobra Khans mouth.

Iagan reaches the ring and throws the belt at Kobra Khan and quickly rolls into the ring and quickly takes advantage of Khans momentarily confusion and starts to deliver punches to the stomach. Referee Hillman quickly picks up the belt but is accidentally knocked down to the mat as Khan and Iagan exchange blows.

GB: HEAVENS ABOVE! The match is not officially underway and all ready they are exchanging fisty-cuffs

DP: And Hillman is finally back to his feet.

Hillman passes the belt to Vernon Wells and calls for the bell as Kobra Khan tries to put Iagan in a headlock.

DING DING

Iagan manages to get out of the head lock and quickly drops to his knees and delivers a low blow followed up by a Russian leg sweep. As soon as Khan hits the mat, Iagan tries to put on the figure four leg lock but Khan manages to kick out and Iagan runs to the turnbuckle and climbs it. As Khan gets to his feet, Iagan leaps off and Khan steps out of the way and Iagan misses and is met by Khan putting on the "Sands OF Time" (Sleeper Hold). Iagan drops to his knees and the top of his head hits Khan underneath the jaw. Khan staggers back and Iagan gets to his feet and looks at Khan and flicks him the finger. Khan nurses his jaw and makes a cutting motion across his throat. Iagan and Khan lock up and both jockey for control but Khan manages to get the upper hand and puts Iagan in the "Boa-constrictor" (Bear-hug).

DP: And soon Iagan will squealing like the big girl that he is.

GB: Do not under-estimate Iagan, he is made from fine British stock.

DP: Then I was right and he will squeal like a big girls blouse

Iagan manages to gets his arms free and hits Khan across the ears. Khan increases the hold and Iagan resists to biting Khan on the nose. After a few minutes Khan releases the hold and Iagan stops biting the nose. Blood is forming around the edge of Khan's nose and Iagan holds his sides tenderly. Iagan rolls out of the ring as Khan walks over to the corner. Khan picks up the flag and walks over to were Iagan is reaching under the ring. Khan steps over the top ropes and jumps beside Iagan who pulls out a steel chair. As Khan raises his arms above his head to hit Iagan with the flag, Iagan hits Khan in the stomach with the chair. Khan drops the flag and bends over and Iagan takes advantage and hits Khan across the back of the head. Iagan throws the chair at Khan who is lying on the floor and walks over to the time-keepers table.

GB: And we are seeing the Hardcore champion take it up a step here gentle watchers

DP: Well don't count Kobra Khan out just yet.

Iagan grabs the Hardcore belt and walks over to Khan who is getting to his feet. Iagan goes to hit Khan over the back of the head but Khan gets in the first move and delivers a low blow. Iagan drops the belt and Khan sweeps Iagan off his feet who falls backwards and hits his head against the steel steps. Khan gets to his feet and picks up the belt and walks over to the semi unconscious Iagan and starts to hit him over the head with the belt. Blood starts to pour from the head of Iagan. The crowd start to chant "IGGY" and "REGENERATION-X".

GB: And it seems Mr Philips that the audience here tonight are trying to motivate Iagan into action

DP: Well these cretins can chant all they want, Iagan is going to lose tonight to the new Hardcore champion

GB: We shall have to see Mr ... AND YES! It looks like Iagan is starting to stir into action.

Iagan starts to block the blows to his head and Khan in frustration throws the belt at Iagan and picks up the steel chair. Khan walks balk to Iagan who manages to get to his feet. Khan goes to hit Iagan over the head but Iagan suddenly spears him and the chair goes flying in the air as both men hit the hard concrete. .... Hillman starts the count out then suddenly realises that this is a hardcore match and stops the count. Iagan starts to get to his feet with a puzzled expression on his face.

GB: And Iagan seems confused by the actions of Referee Hillman who was temporarily confused and forgot the specifications of the match.

Iagan has now got to his feet and starts to stomp heavily on Khan.

DP: And I don't see why we need him for this match anyway.

Khan manages to roll under the ring and Iagan throws back his head and yells "REGERATION-X" which gets a large pop from the crowd. Suddenly Iagan is pulled under the ring as Khan grabs hold of Iagan's legs and drags him under. There is the sound of fighting happening under the ring and after a few minutes Iagan and Khan crawl out from under the ring. Khan gets uneasily to his feet as does Iagan and both lock up again. Iagan manages to Irish whips Khan into the ring post and charges at Khan who puts his foot up at the last moment which connects with Iagan’s jaw and Khan follows up with a running clothes line. As soon as Iagan hits the concrete Khan delivers a leg drop followed by a blatant choke.

DP: And Khan taking advantage here.

Khan looks up to the entrance and motions for someone to come out but no one appears. Khan keeps on the choke hold and yells at the entrance but still no one appears. Khan lets go of Iagan and goes to rolls into the ring but Iagan somehow is still conscious and grabs hold of Khans ankle who now starts to panic. Iagan manages to get to his feet and drags Khan out of the ring and grabbing hold of him around the waist, body slams him onto the hard concrete floor. Khan hits it hard and the crowd pops. Iagan gets Khan to his feet and slaps him around the face until Khan is conscious again and points towards the Titantron screen.

GB: And it appears Iagan wants to show Khan something and perhaps it has something to do with whoever Khan was waiting for.

Up on the Titantron appears the Middle Eastern Block dressing room with shouting coming from inside. Outside the dressing room, blocking the door is Iagan's tag team partner Sickness in the driving seat of a small fork lift truck parked outside the door. There is a pop from the crowd as Sickness, with a deranged expression on his face, turns to camera and says "REGENERATION-X IN THE HOUSE".

DP: OH HELL! That deranged freak is here!

The camera cuts back to a smartly dressed man wearing a welsh flag patterned waist-jacket with red dragon buttons. He is standing next to the fork lift truck telling Sickness what a good boy he is for blocking the dressing room door. Iagan flicks the Titantron the finger as Khan has a shocked and frighten expression on his face.

DP: GOOD BOY! WHO THE HELL IS THAT!

GB: Well gentle watchers I am led to believe that the gentleman in question is Regeneration-X "advisor" appointed by the Board

Iagan picks Khan up and throws him over his shoulder and walks over to the steel stairs. The action on the Titantron screen goes back to showing what is happening in the ring.

DP: And pray tell me what the hell is this guys name and where the bloody hell is he from?

GB: LANGUAGE PLEASE! The gentleman is from Wales and is known only as "The Doctor"

Iagan reaches the steps and delivers the Lobotomizer on him onto the steel steps. Hillman rolls out of the ring and picks up the belt at the same time as there is a large pop from the crowd and the whole audience are chanting "Regeneration-X". Iagan picks up Khan and walks over to the snake pit as the whole crowd chant "THROW HIM IN". Iagan reaches the pit and looks back to the announce table and points to Don "The Body" Phillips and smiles. Hillman closely follows Iagan and the crowd pops as Iagan throws Kobra Khan into the snake pit.

GB: HEAVENS ABOVE! IAGAN HAS DONE IT!

Vernon Wells: Ladies and gentlemen the winner of this match and still Hardcore Champion ...IAGAN THE FREAK

As the paramedics are trying to get Khan out of the pit, Sickness and "The Doctor" appear at the entrance and start to clap Iagan when suddenly Hillman hits Iagan over the back of the head with the Hardcore belt knocking Iagan into the pit. Hillman throws the belt into the pit after Iagan and runs away as Sickness runs to help Iagan

GB: HEAVENS ABOVE! WHAT ON EARTH!

DP: (Laughing) HE DID IT! YEEEESSSS!

GB: WHAT IS GOING ... LOOK!

Sickness reaches the pit followed by "The Doctor" as Iagan climbs out of the pit with a venomous snake biting him. Iagan reaches down and takes the snake of him, bites the snake on the tail and throws the snake back into the pit. "The Doctor" waves away the paramedics as Sickness goes to help Iagan. Suddenly Iagan jumps back into the pit and gets the Hardcore belt that is slowly disappearing under the tide of snakes. Sickness helps Iagan out of the pit and both "The Doctor" and he help Iagan back stage to chants of "REGENERATION-X"

GB: Well.. what can I say gentle watchers, tonight we have seen Iagan retain his hardcore belt, the introduction of "The Doctor" from Wales, their new manager ..

DP: And we see Hillman, great chap attack Iagan from behind

GB: And I am sure gentle watchers that somewhere you Mr Phillips are behind this somehow.

DP:ME??

GB: And we will be right back after these commercials for our next match

The video ends and the lights come back on in the staduim to a hushed crowd.

Heyman: THAT'S IT! Someone fire Iagan's burnt behind now!

Styles: And we have just got word that we'll be back after this commercial break

Heyman: WHAT ALREADY!

Cuts to a series of adverts including

Bogans Inflatable Pin Cushion
Bad Company retro Pop corn maker
Christy Hemme for under de-oderant
and Joey Styles for internet dating

[Dark Dodo]

After the adverts we go back to ringside where Paul Heyman looks angry

Heyman: GREAT! I cant get hold of Darkstar or Holt. And I wanted him fired tonight

Styles: Welcome back folks and

Suddenly Styles is cut off. Heyman goes to speak but finds he has been cut off as well. Suddenly the lights dim in the arena and Iagan appears on the Titonscreen with Bischoff in the background.

Iagan: I got told that tonihgt I am fighting Dan Jackon. Thats right Jackon. Well he can Jack-on as much as he likes as long as its not over me. Jackson you think your dangerous HA! You've seen the footage, you know my hardcore history and you call yourselve Dangerous? Your as dangerous as toothpaste. No matter what the outcome prepare to taste blood ......your blood.


Iagan looks into camera and for a moment his grey eyes appears to be aflame with a inner rage. The camera pans back and Iagan just sits there quietly for a few minutes. The is barely a sound heard from the stadium except for Paul Heyman ranting.

Iagan: Lets get something straight ....last week I got asked a stupid and personnel question so I beat the guy up. Yesterday a lawyer for that fan whose sign I ripped up bothered me at lunch. So I beat him up. Today a security guard said my curry flavoured tooth-paste was bad so I beat him up. F.E.R.E, JACK-OFF listen up and this goes to the so called journalists out there as well. One I am not in a good mood and two the next person to ask me how or where Christy is then I am going to do another "Pentingil" on them

Iagan gets up and walks out of view muttering Christy's name under is breath. Bischoff looks into camera and just shrugs.

The Titantrom returns to normal as does the lights and the microphones

Heyman: AND ABOUT TIME TO! WHO DOES THAT TOMMY LEE JONES WANNABE THINK HE IS!

Styles: Calm down Paul. And well folks it seem sthat the fan friendly eccentric as returned into his hardcore roots

Heyman: Theres getting back in touch with your roots and theres jsut talking the p@#s

Styles: Anyway folks speculation is that things between the two lovebirds

Heyman: PU-U-LEASE!

Styles: are not as cosy as they used to be. Is this the reason why Iagan been erratic and more darker of late. only time will tell. Now dont touch that dial as we'll be back after this

Cuts to

[SuperKick Kid]

Back from the Commercial Break

Cut to the arena where Iagan is already making his way down the entrance ramp to “Casino Royale” with already playing on the TWOtron.

JS: Dan Jackson earlier tonight promised a repeat of last week’s carnage. Let’s take you back to DJ’s return last week and the destruction of Mickail Mills…….

*Cut to a Video Tape*

*Cut Back to the Arena*

PH: I tell ya Joey, if Danny Boy has promised us a repeat of what we just saw, I say we are in for a real treat. There is no one more deserving than that freak Iagan. I simply cannot wait to see him get his right here and now.

The Freak reaches the ring and rolls in, but as he does that “The Imperial March” kicks in and the lights in the arena dim as a spotlight shines on the entrance way. ‘Dangerous’ Dan Jackson steps out into the arena clad in his boxing robe and wrestling attire to a chorus of boos.

JS: The crowd expressing their feeling towards how Todd Grisham was manhandled earlier by DJ and his goons.

PH: Hey, don’t blame Mr. Jackson or his ‘security detail’. You don’t just walk up to a man like ‘Dangerous’ Dan Jackson. There is a whole process you must go through in order to speak to a man of his stature.

Dan continues towards the ring followed by only two of his goons. They reach the ring and DJ slides in, stands up, raises his arms, and………KABOOM!!!

The loud pyro shoots out of all for turnbuckles, but as that happens Iagan goes at DJ, not allowing him to take his robe off and the crowd gets into the match right away.

DING DING DING!!!

JS: Fists of fury are flying as Hellshound takes it to the big man right off the bat.

The Burnt One knees DJ in the stomach, heads into the ropes and comes off grabbing Dan by the head and driving him down with a bulldog.

JS: Iagan goes for the first pin of the match…..

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And Jackson powers out of the pin even before a two count.

PH: He couldn’t have thought he had him there.

JS: Iagan had the momentum on his side and with the element of surprise that started this match; he very well could have had him.

PH: But he didn’t Joey.

The Freak stands up and goes to drop an elbow, but DJ rolls out of the way and out of the ring before the elbow can connect. Now on the outside, Jackson shakes his head to get his sense back. As he does Iagan bounces off the ropes in the ring and goes for a baseball slide…….

Jackson sidesteps the baseball slide attempt and grabs the Burnt One by the legs. With all his might, the Human Wrecking Machine swings Iagan out of the ring by his legs and into the crowd barrier.

Crowd: OHHHH!!!

PH: Like swinging a baseball bat right into a wall!!!

Dan goes over to the stunned Iagan and pulls him up, but Iagan shakes off the blow to the wall and delivers a punch to the gut and a chop to the throat. He grabs Dan the Man by the arm and whips him towards the ring steps, but DJ reverses and the Scarred Freak goes sailing into the steps with a BANG!!!

JS: The power of Dan Jackson strikes again. This looks like the beginning of the end for Hellshound.

Jackson motions to his goons standing near the ring steps to remove the top of them. They do and as The Freak reaches his feet Dan runs, grabs the back of his head and drives it into the steel steps with another loud BANG!!!

PH: YES!!! Flatten his face like a pancake. Give him some more brain damage.

JS: Come on ref, that should have been a DQ.

PH: Hey, that Freak is the one who tried to whip Jackson into the steps first, he deserves what he gets.

DJ motions to his goons to leave the ringside and head to the back. As they do, Dan reaches down and grabs Iagan by the head, pulls up his head and bashes him down into the steel again. He waits a few seconds and does it again.

JS: Here comes the tri-fecta…….No Wait……
Iagan blocks third attempt and elbows DJ in the stomach. He stands up and grabs the blonde hair of the big man and drives his face down into the steel.

The Burnt One pulls up his opponent’s head right away and bashes it down again. Again he pulls up Jackson’s head except this time, Dan counters it. He grabs the back of the Freak’s head and bashes it into the ring post.

JS: And the Dangerous One throws Hellshound back into the ring…..

Jackson finally removes his boxing robe and then climbs up onto the apron; however Iagan has already recovered from the blows to the head and is up.

PH: Ha, look at that Freak. DJ’s already busted him open.

The blood can be seen dripping down Hellshound’s face, but he doesn’t seem phased by it. Instead he goes to drive a shoulder into DJ on the ring apron. But Dan blocks it with a knee sending Iagan stumbling back.

Jackson enters the ring and begins to deliver hard kicks to the legs of the Burnt One.

JS: You can just here the impact of those kicks, one after the other.

PH: Dan has been doing a little studying while on sabbatical. He actually told me that he has taken some MMA training, which I expect we’ll see come out in this and other matches.

JS: How did you get this knowledge without suffering the same fate as Grisham?

PH: I have my ways and people just generally like me more than lowly interviewers.

JS: Yeah…..ok….

Jackson backs Iagan up into the corner with the kicks and then delivers a big uppercut to the chin of the Freak. Taking a few steps back from the dazed Hellshound, Dan lines himself up and delivers a big sidekick to the chest of his opponent driving the Burnt One back into the turnbuckle. He drops to the sitting position in the turnbuckle.

Realizing this is a chance to inflict a major about of damage; Jackson makes his way to the opposite turnbuckle and lines himself up. He runs really fast and……….

JS: Ohhh……..The Dangerous One delivers a running knee to the face of the prone Iagan ala Mick Foley!!!

PH: Ha, he’s done for. Serves him right too.

JS: DJ grabs the leg of the lifeless Iagan and pulls him to the center of the ring. He goes for the pin…..



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He kicks out!!!

The crowd goes nuts as Hellshound is able to kick out!!!

PH: No Way, that was three!! Stupid referees!!!

JS: Wow, I was almost sure that Iagan was done after that.

Jackson covers him again for another pin….


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Kickout….

JS: Iagan just won’t stay down for the big man.

Dan stands up and pulls his opponent up with him. He brings the Freak over to the turnbuckle and puts him up on top of it.

JS: Looks like Jackson may be thinking Superplex.

PH: There’s no way that Scarred Freak will be able to kick out of that.

DJ climbs up the turnbuckles and sets up the superplex except………Iagan blocks the attempts and delivers several punches to the stomach and one big throat chop to send Dan down off the turnbuckle and onto the floor.

Jackson makes his way back to his feet but as he does BAM….

JS: Iagan flies off the turnbuckle and nails Dan the Man with a Missile Dropkick!!!

As fast as he can Hellshound is to his feet and races up the turnbuckle again. He readies himself and leaps off and delivers a big legdrop from the top.

JS: Iagan quickly goes for the cover after the big move, He’s got him, He’s got him…….



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KICKOUT

JS: Jackson is able to kickout before the count of three!!!! He almost had him there though.

PH: Yeah right, it is gonna take more than that to keep DJ down.

The Freak gets to his feet and pulls up his opponent too. He whips Jackson into the ropes who comes off into a Belly to Belly Suplex attempt, but Dan raises his arms and brings his elbows down nailing Iagan’s arms and blocking the attempt.

JS: The Dangerous One grabs The Burnt One by the head and………OOhhhh Man!!!

Dan the Man grabbed Iagan by the head and delivered a huge hard headbutt to his opponent.

JS: Kick to the stomach after that huge headbutt and…….

PH: He puts that Freak’s head between his legs, Dangerbomb Coming DANGERBOMB……

Jackson lifts Hellshound into the air, but the Freak begins to fight back. Punching the head of Dan Jackson. Unfortunately for Iagan, the punches do not phase the Human Wrecking Machine and he get Dangerbombed hard down to the mat!!!

JS: He makes the cover….



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DING DING DING!!!

“The Imperial March” starts over the speakers as Chimmel comes onto the mic….


Chimmel: Here is your winner, ‘Dangerous’ Dan Jackson.

As DJ raises his hands into the air over the bloody Iagan Hellshound, Chris Care enters the ring and begins to attack Jackson….

PH: What the hell is he doing here?

As he beats on DJ, Retromark enters the ring and joins the assault.

They punch him backwards into the ropes and whip him forward. He comes off those ropes and ducks their double clothesline attempt, comes off the other ropes and clotheslines both men.

Retromark is up first from the clothesline and receives a big kick to the chest that knocks him down, and he rolls out of the ring. Jackson then grabs Care, presses him above his head and throws him out of the ring. Just as this happens the DJ Security Detail arrives and they slide into the ring. Retromark holding his chest heads up the side of the ramp as Care escapes through the crowd.

JS: What a monster Dan Jackson is. And what an unexpected turn of events this has been.

PH: You got that right Joey; these two had no business attacking DJ. But they got there’s. Looks like they may be the next casualties in Jackson’s way.

JS: We’ve got to head to commercial, we’ll be right back…..

Cut to commercial…

[Twig]

back from the commercial break, we've got another fine match up scheduled...

The arena is bathed in blue, green, and purple psychedelic swirls, as a previously unreleased recording of Room Full of Mirrors, by Jimi Hendrix is pumped through the speakers of the arena. Twiggie's entrance video is played on the TWOtron.



Once Jimi’s excessive introductory solo is finished, green, blue, purple, and white pyros explode into the air from along the ramp, while also raining down from atop the TWOtron. Twiggie appears at the top of the ramp to a rising ovation from the fans. The snazzy unique white gold XTV Div belt slung aloofly over his F*CK FERE t-shirt. He smirks, leans back, and soaks in the vigorous applause.

Chimmel: Ladies, and Gentlemen the following contest is for the United States Championship! Introducing first, the challenger... weighing in tonight at 197 pounds… Wrestling out of Nederland, Colorado… The X T V Division Champion … Twwwwwwwwwiggie!

The Colorado Troubadour strolls casually to down the aisle, nodding and smiling to his clapping fans. Each step taken is in time to the music. Swinging the strap off his collar bone, he pauses to "title belt guitar" an especially funky portion of his theme song. He carries the XTV title by one of the secondary plates, the tip of the buckle grazing the ramp, as he carries on down the aisle, displaying his love of the recognition he’s earned as a champ, but shows that he’s not consumed by materialistic greed.

Styles: This is it Paul, Twiggie sets out to obtain yet even more prestigious TWOstars gold! Tonight it’s the US title, and at Midsummer Night’s Destruction, it’ll be the big gold.

Heyman: Oh, spare me! He doesn’t have a snowball’s chance in Puerto Rico of winning this match. Just like Gringo said, this guy can’t hack it when it’s important, when his opponent has any kind of fire and drive, and really truly needs to win.

Styles: Paul, you seem to be forgetting that Twiggie could’ve already been the World’s Heavyweight Champ had the New Blood not screwed everybody on their way to winning Drake his TWOstars’ Championship.

T. Wiggins slides his belt, face up, into the ring, before gliding into the ring on his stomach. Hs starts to roll forward, but suddenly handsprings up off the mat landing on his feet, grabbing his title as he rolls, and lifting it high above his head as he lands. The acrobatic display renews the frantic enthusiasm of the already cheering crowd. The Hardcore Hippie hands his belt over to the ring crew and pulls off his shirt and tosses it into the sea of fans, before he moves to a corner and takes a casual position, resting on the top rope with his feet up as his music fades out, the lights achieve normality. He sparks up a J and awaits the US Champ’s arrival. In the pause between entrances, a scattered and scraggly “Twiggie” chants builds to a booming cry.



Some random green lights appear on the entrance ramp as 'My Time' starts to play in the arena. Then, two lightning bolts hit the entrance ramp (At the 13th second on the video) to a LOUD bang.

Chimmel: And the defending Champion… Standing six feet two inches tall… weighing 225pounds… From San Juan, Puerto Rico… “The Messiah” Drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrake Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuush!!!!!

As the singer informs us that he’s “Not gonna listen t’anybody”, The Messiah ASCENDS from the bottom of the entrance ramp ala The Lonely Avenger up to a HUGE chore of boo’s from the live crowd.

Styles: Ya know, if things go right tonight, then in a couple weeks, Twiggie could very well be a Triple Crown champ, as defined by the stricted criteria here in Japan, as well as an unofficial grand slam Champion!

Heyman: Your bias is showing, Joe. Drake’s already done all that, taken a Snapshot, and bought the t-shirt.

Rush is wearing his normal in-ring attire, black trousers with red designs, plus black boots with red designs and on both hands, some badass wrist bands and black elbow pads. On top of all this, he is sporting the latest Gucci sun-glasses. as well as the TWOstars United States Championship strapped suggestively around his belt.

Styles: Pun intended?

Heyman: Huh? … Hahahaaaaaa! Sure, why not!

‘The King of Kings’ just stays at the top of the ramp, absorbing the electric atmosphere and boo’s from the Japanese fans.

Styles: And look who’s biased, who had an entire faction of wrestlers to win championships for him, huh?

Heyman: … I don’t remember any of that.

Styles: Yeah, well… you’d make the perfect WWE fan.

Ten eternal seconds later, ‘The Messiah’ starts to make his way down the ramp, serious as hell, and glaring over his Gucci’s at his aloof opponent, who’s kicking back and partaking in a bit of the herbal sacrament. Drake slides into the ring on his cockbelt and poses atop a free turnbuckle, sliding his glasses down his nose and pouting just a bit, as he sparkles with camera flashes. My Time starts to fade, and Drake leaps from the buckles, spins 180 and lands with both feet planted.

Styles: Jesus. And people said that the Undertaker has a ridiculously long entrance. Godam.

Twiggie slides from his makeshift recliner, flicks his joint into the fans, and leaves his XTV Division title under the bottom turnbuckle. Drake seems disgusted at the notion of handing his US title over to the ref to be displayed to Twig and all these “undeserving Japs” but after a bit he just gives in and does it. The sight of Twiggz bumping his fists on the big plate of the US gold, seems to greatly distress the US Champ.

Heyman: Dammit, Twiggie get your grubby mitts off the gold.

Styles: In a few minutes time Paul, that gold very well could be his!

With all the formalities out of the way, the bell rings and the two yound men in the prime of their careers circle the ring.

Heyman: Don’t say such a thing!

Twiggie drops down and rolls sideways popping back up to his feet. Drake quickly sidesteps keeping his challenger at a distance. Twig closes in and looks to lock horns, but surprisingly backflips away, antagonizing Drake, and teasing the crowd (who “oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh” appreciatively).

Styles: Twiggie showing Drake, a fellow cruiser, just why he’s the XTV Div Champ.

Heyman: What’s with all this “Division” crap Twiggie’s been spewing? It wasn’t the TV “division” a few months ago.

Styles: Well… Now that it’s defined by a weight requirement, it’s more than just another belt. You have to qualify certain restrictions to be allowed to wrestle in the Xtreme TV Division. Now stop being an ass…

The two men display their quickness and fast footwork some more, Drake showing he can shuck and jive as well, before eventually closing the gap and meeting in the center of the ring.

Styles: Collar/Elbow tie up. Twiggie goes behind with a hammerlock. Rush with a standing switch into one of his own.

Crowd: ooooOOOoooohhhhhhh!!!

Styles: No handed cartwheel from Twiggie! Completely alleviating pressure from the hold. Now a headlock from the PETA Punisher. Drake backs up to the ropes, and pushes Twiggie forward, slipping his head out the back!

But the dreadlocked Wrestla snatches Drake’s hair at the last minute, pulling him back in for another headlock.

Styles: The US Champ able to divert the move into a neck tie, a Muay Thai cinch. The two champions now at a bit of a stalemate.

Drake backs the Twiggster into a corner, and ref Kay quickly institutes a five count for them to break away. On four Drake backs off with his hand raised, but a few steps away, he delivers a suspiciously low boot to the “mid section”. Twig collapses, and Chris Kay opens a serious line of investigation as to whether Twig was just kicked in the nuts. The Messiah pats his chiseled abs indicating that his kick was legit, and that Twiggie’s just a pussy, after all. The ref finally realizes that having not clearly seen it in the first place, that he can’t possibly rule a DQ. Oozing with arrogance, Drake strolls over to the debilitated Hippy, and jerks him to his feet by his dreadlocks.

Styles: Northern Lights Suplex! Bridged into the cover.

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Even with his nuts lodged into his lower brain, Twiggie still has enough wits about him to get his shoulder up. Keeping the XV Division Champion grounded, Twiggie takes a few knees to his skull, but hey at least they might shake loose his balls.

Styles: Rolling Clutch Pin. Drake looking for an early win, trying to capitalize on the nut shot he managed to sneak in, no doubt.

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Out, kicks the Dire Wolf.

The Drizzle Rizzle keeps Twiggie grounded with hard stomps to his head, before he locks the dude’s legs and catapults him face first into the turnbuckle.

Styles: Drake with a headscissors from behind, Twig shoves his hands into the thighs, but can’t get the US Champ to budge.

The longest reigning TV Champion in TWOstars history rolls over, pinning the XTV Division Champions face into the canvas. With a slight adjustment, Drake squeezes the Hardcore Hippie’s head in between the King of King’s knees, and with some graphic pelvic thrusts repeatedly slams the PETA Punisher’s face into the canvas.

Heyman: Skullf*beep*ker!

Drake hops off the dazed US title challenger, and poses to the hard camera for a bit. He turns back just as Twiggie fail to push up to his hands and knees. He pushes up in another attempt to get back in this, but is dropped back down by the sliding kick, Bakatare style of the Evil Monarch. Once more, there’s a pin attempt, and the Colorado Twiggador is on the bad end of it all. The cry of a lone female fan, concerned for Twiggie’s well-being rings out.

Girl: Twiggiiiiiiiiiiiiie!!!

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Styles: Still not enough to put the Hardcore Champ down!

The Copyrighter of the Cutter wraps his hands around Twiggie’s head and moves him around to pull him back up.

Styles: Twiggie bats Drake’s hands away! OH! Stiff forearms shots to the side of the head!!

The Dreaded Deadhead Deadhead even begins to lay in some heavy headbutts, but he’s stopped short when Drake stomps on his exposed toes.

Styles: Oh, what a pretty-boy wuss. Can’t risk smashing up that “beautiful” face, we’ve got another neck tie.

Heyman: There’s absolutely nothing wrong with Drake’s tactics here. He’d have to be a brain-dead moron to go shot for shot with a brain-dead moron who can take blows to the head as well as your top tier brain-dead morons like Sickness’s and your Necro Butcher’s.

Styles: Drake’s got Twiggie backed into the ropes now. Ref’s calling for a break.

Drake backs off at four, but swings a right hook for the XTV Division Champ’s head.

Styles: No way, not again! Twiggie ducks under as he dives behind the Evil Monarch, hooking his arm at the end of the swing.

Hooking elbows with the Ultimate King of the Ring, Twiggie clasps the left wrist of the King of Kings trapping both of Drake’s arms with just one of the Dire Wolf’s.

Styles: Looks like Twiggie’s got Drake set up for the Rhytm Devil’s Hold, but they’re awfully close to the ropes.

Dragging the Messiah backwards into the center of the ring Twiggie fires off some backhand knife edge chops to the right side of the neck.

Styles: Drake down to one knee.

The moment Drake drops his knee, Twiggie Spins the Messiah around (also twisting his own arm so as to keep Drakes arms locked) and places Rush’s head between his legs. With a hearty tug Twiggie pulls Drake off his feet, and traps the US Champ’s right leg behind the hippie’s dreads.

Crowd: Oh! OHHHHhhhhh!!!! *rousing round of applause*

Styles: The typically reserved Japanese crowd showing great respect for the Rhythm Devil’s Hold, here.

As the fan’s clapping subsides, Twiggie kicks his bent knee out from under him, and drops Drake on his skull with a Rhythm Devil’s Piledriver! The crowd cuts loose a bit and explode with clapping and cheers. Drake flops over onto his back, while the Dire Wolf sets himself up next to the defending champ, and backflips off the mat.

Styles: Standing Shooting Star Press Pin!

Twiggie hooks the leg at the moment of impact, leaving no wasted time between impact and pin.

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Crowd: OHHhhhh!!! *polite applause*

Undeterred, the Phishy Spreadhead pushes himself up to his feet, and cinches his arm around the Ultimate King of the Ring’s head. Twiggie yanks on the King of King’s waist band, but it’s blocked when Rush hooks his leg behind one of Twigg’s. the PETA Punisher pulls again, but Drake keeps his leg snaked around Twiggie’s. The Copyrighter of the Cutter unwraps his leg only to stomp on Twiggith’s foot!

Styles: But Twiggie sees through the dirty tricks of the US Champion!

Sliding his foot away from the cheap shot, The Dreaded Deadhead snags Drake’s leg as it ricochets off the mat, and spins around dropping down to his back. The crowd really starts to open up, now, rallying behind Twiggie to finish Drake off.

Crowd: I-kuso Twi-ggie I-kuso *clap clap* I-kuso Twi-ggie I-kuso *clap clap*

Styles: Cryptical Envelopment!

Heyman: God, I hate the names Twiggie gives his moves. Cryptical Envelopment? It’s retarded. They’re always just a non-sensical grouping of stupid ”cool” sounding words.

Maintianing a constant hold of the narcissist’s leg, the Twiggster slides into a pin.

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Crowd: OHHhhhh!!! *polite applause*

Twiggie’s earlier beating seems to catch up to him and it takes a considerable amount of time for him to push up. Drake is out of it, but something seems to cause the fans great displeasure. A quick camera cut givbes us a blurry swipe, but something has run down the ramp. When that anonymous blur hops onto the ring apron it’s focused upon.

Styles: It’s Evil Gringo! Godammit, he’s just got to do anything and everything to take the wind out of Twiggie’s sails.

Heyman: Now why do you have to assume that just because he’s a member of FERE, he’s out here to cause some trouble?

Styles: Wow… uhhhhh…… Yeah, not even gonna try to answer that.

Now on his feet Twiggie sees the World Heavyweight Champ, and demands to know what he’s doing out here. Gringo responds by throwing nasty insults back at the XTV Division Champ, and spitting in his face.

Crowd: OH!

Disgusted, the PETA Punisher wipes his face clean and rushes the ropes. He swings a left hook that would knock Gringo’s head into the third row, but the Mexican Sensation drops off the apron at the last moment. Twiggie throws up his hands at the Mexicutioner, and turns back to the fallen Drake Rush.

Styles: Twiggie dragging Drake to his feet-SNAPSHOT!

Heyman: Didn’t you say something about Twiggie not falling for Rush’s tricks? Huh? HAHA! The Messiah played that hippie like a violin!

The possum-playing playa plants Twiggie face and skull first into the mat, and lays with his back across the Dire Wolf’s chest, with Twigg’s legs pulled back across Drakes stomach.

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Ding Ding Ding

Styles: I can’t believe this. Rush has got to be the most undeserving champion ever. A sneak-attack Snapshot after an Evil Gringo distraction, that’s no way to retain a title belt. I can’t wait for someone to topple this arrogant asshole, and send him packing.

Heyman: Watch your mouth. Twiggie just lost tonight, by all accounts this says to me that Drake deserves to be in the Elimination Chamber instead of Twiggie.

Drake pops up to his feet and spins about taking in the glorious moment, as “My Time” plays again, starting from just past the intro. He’s presented his belt, and the Ultimate King of the Ring climbs a turnbuckle and poses with it for the fans. He notices that he’s receiving a standing ovation from the champ at ringside, and an ambiguous staredown ensues.

Styles: What’s this? It looks like maybe Rush doesn’t appreciate Gringo’s help… maybe he’s a little offended by it.

Gringo steps up to the apron, as Drake hops off the buckles. They get up right in each other’s faces, and it looks like all hell just may break loose with a clash of a former New Blood leader, and a forefront member of FERE. But the violence never comes. In fact the two share a shocking high-5!

Styles & Heyman: WHAT!?

Gringo hops down and walks to the back, a knowing, smug grin just plastered across his face. Drake finds another turnbuckle to celebrate upon, and Twigg rolls out of the ring, but lands on his knees, holding his head in dazed pain.

Styles: What was that all about? Gringo was calling for Drakes death in the days of the New Blood… and now… they’re all buddy buddy?

Heyman: Drake & Gringo… Hm. That would make a damn fine tag team. Perhaps… FERE’s looking to make a new recruitment?

Styles: I don’t know… Let’s take another look.

The replay shows Twiggie hitting the Cryptical Envelopment, for a two count, Gringo’s distraction, the Snapshot outta nowhere, and the high-5 between the two latino luchadors.

Styles: I don’t know, I can’t tell if Drake knew this would happen or not. But I’m getting word that something is happening in the back.

Cut to a scene in the back.

[Drake]

We come back from a DTTAH advert to a shot of the TWOStars United States champion, Drake Rush, making his way down the Gorilla Position stairs, all sweaty, thanks to his excruciating match against Twiggie moments ago. He has the U.S title on top of his right shoulder and continues his way past the Gorilla Position to only be met by an out of breath Todd Grisham who quickly attempts to get an interview with Drake.

Grisham: Drake! A quick word for the public, please!

‘The Messiah of Wrestling’ gives the TWOStars interviewer a nasty look but then lets out a sly grin.

Drake: Sure, Todd, whatever you want. As you can see, I’m feeling pretty damn good at the moment.

Grisham: First of all, congratulations on retaining the United States titles against Twiggie moments ago.

Drake: Thanks, Todd. It seems like you are finally acknowledging my greatness.

Todd Grisham seems hesitant on displaying any kind of emotion because he’s not acknowledging Drake’s greatness but then again he doesn’t want to get a beating at the hands of the US champion.

Grisham: Uhm, yeah. Well Drake, you see, the TWOStars fans have recently been very verbal about their feelings towards you on TWO.com. In fact, I’m going to read to you a few comments that were posted on TWO’s message board about you.

‘The Messiah’ clearly isn’t too happy about this and we can see on his face that his expression of happiness is slowly fading away.

Grisham: And I quote: “Hi, my name is Henry, I’m 30 years old and I am from Scotland. I just wanted to say how much Drake Rush sucks. He really has to be one of the most undeserving champions ever. He has won all of his titles with the help of others.

PS: Your mom has herpes.”

Grisham: I would quote more but if I did then we would have to spend the whole night here.

Drake: Give me that!

‘The Messiah of Wrestling’ just took the microphone out of Todd’s hand, abruptly. ‘The Ultimate King of the Ring’ raises his right hand as if he was going to smack Grisham in the face but the TWOStars backstage interviewer runs like a little girl away from Rush. Rush raises the mic to his lips.

Drake: Let me tell you something, Henry! It is clear to me that you live with your mom. Second, you can suck my dick for all I care. I earn more money in a single week that what you’re going to earn in your entire life. So to put this simple enough that you can understand it, I don’t give a flying **** about what you or anyone else thinks of me…….. Now, onto more important things than stupid fan mail, I just beat the TWOStars Television champion, Twiggie. Good ol’ Twiggie. You see Twiggie you haven’t change a single bit since I met you. You still are a good for nothing loser that gets stepped on by the bigger dogs. You still are a goody 2 shoes that wants to get cheered by the stupid fans……. That’s why you settle for mediocrity. Twiggie, I arrived in TWOStars AFTER you and look what I have accomplished. Then look at you. The only thing you have won in merely two years is the T.V title, something I won within two months of being here. You see Twiggie, you are NEVER going to get past the glass ceiling and play with the big dogs while you continue to be a stupid hippie!!!

Drake Rush swaps the U.S title from his right shoulder to his left one.

Drake: But now onto even more important things. Something has been bothering me since I won the U.S title from Jaycey LaRoque at Zero Tolerance. You see, at Zero Tolerance there was a match to determine the four wrestlers that were going to occupy the remaining spots in the Elimination Chamber match to be held at Mid-Summer’s Night Destruction. I wasn’t in that match, so I can't compete in the Elimination Chamber match. But I said to myself, how come Drake f’n Rush isn’t in the Elimination Chamber match? How come TWOStars biggest superstar isn’t on the match while nobody’s like Retromark are in it!? And that’s where I thought to myself, Darkstar and Holt are loosing it. They clearly want TWOStars to be the next wrestling company to follow the footsteps of WCW. They don’t have their biggest start in their marquee match at their biggest summer Pay-Per-View!!! But don’t worry, everything will fall in its place soon enough!

‘The Ultimate King of the Ring’ drops the microphone from his mouth and walks past the camera man.

Drake: Wait, wait, wait! I clearly forgot about someone.

The U.S champion once again comes back into the camera view.

Drake: How could I forget about the Judge! The new #1 contender for MY United States title. Judge, you and I go way back. I remember that you were the first person that I feuded with in my TWOStars career. I defended my Television championship against you in two GREAT matches, the first one at Hell to Pay 2006 and the second one at Wrestle Nova 2. And on BOTH ocassions I pinned you in the middle of the ring, One, Two, Three. So you see, Judgey, this just going to be like last time. You will try, emphasize on “try”, to take the U.S title from me but you will fail. Plus, if you think that you can beat ME with a five count then you truly are out of your goddamn mind. But it will be very funny see you try. So Judge, I welcome the challenge. I DARE YOU to pin me with a five count! Well, that is if I let you! HAHAHAHA!

‘The Messiah’ throws the microphone to the floor and walks past the camera man as we fade to commercials!

[Moobs]

We return from the surprisingly short ad break, and the camera gives us a detailed shot of the TWOtron, in all it's glory. Fixed upteen feet above the entrance stage, donning the Xtreme TV logo. The audience are mumbling amongst themselves, many of them wolfing down hotdogs and the like, as they await the next bout of action of the already eventful night. Gradually, the arena lights are lowered, until the capacity crowd are sitting in near darkness. The mothership of TWOstars is cleared of the federation logo, and the following words appear on the screen.

"Chapter I"

STYLES: What the...-

HEYMAN: Sshh!

The words slowly relinquish from the screen, and are subsequently replaced by a shot of what looks to be a long corridoor, filled with dozens of men, all dressed in orange jumpsuits, the majority of them bearing tattoos and piercings. It's noticeable that not all the men are wearing orange, with three or four dressed from the neck down in black. After quick observation, it becomes evident that what we are viewing is a Prison. And more precisely, a Prison during lunch. The camera takes a keen interest in one of the long dining tables, which sits about ten people in total. Along the table we see all the typical inmate stereotypes. There's the gay butch leader, probably called Hank, the nervous quivering guy and the South American muchacha, amongst others. There is little to no talkng, as the inmate's simultaneously slurp down their gruel-esq liquid. Their interest in the "food" is short lived, however, as a fight breaks out at another table.

South American Muchacha: Who's the punching bag?

The fight is between a small and bald plumpish fellow, and a taller, more muscular man. The latter dominates, before the scrap is cut short as the on duty prison guard's break it up.

Gay butch guy: Joe Blogg from New York, aged thrity three. Re-married, three kids... What am I, a walking Wikipedia?

The South American muchacha raises his eyebrows and continues to grudingly digest his thick, gloopy lunch. The prison officer's escort the bloodied victim away, probably for medical treatment, and the muscular man away to most likely be reprimanded. The camera ditches the drama's of the dining hall, and heads for a more enclosed, dark dull room. An old looking gentleman sits behind a wooden desk, with a billiards lamp hanging above him. He sits quite nervously, running his fingers along the smooth mahogany surface. Suddenly, the door of the room bursts open and the man shoots up out of his chair. Two figures stand at the door, a prison guard and more notably the man involved in the fight. The latter of which is hand-cuffed. The cuffed inmate smiles at the old man.



Man: Warden.

The Warden emerges from behind his desk and walks upto the cuffed man. He nods to the officer, who leaves without any further ado. The Warden stares at the man, before grabbing a stool from the side of the room. He pulls it alongside the inmate.

Warden: Sit.

The man takes a seat, as the Warden places his hands upon his waist.

Warden: You can't keep doing this, Mannone. Every week it's a new guy. Don't think we can't extend your sentence. You've got two weeks left in here, Michael. You can do this the easy way. Sit back, do your time. Or you can do it the hard way, which, going by today's events, you seem set on choosing.

Mannone: You know me, Warden-

Warden: Yeah, I do know you, Michael. And I wish I didn't. Ever since you've been here you've been nothing but trouble. Why can't you be more like Hank? Sure, he looks the shiznit, but when you get past his tough outer shell, there's a warm, soft centre... kinda like a Pop-Tart...

Mannone: What's Britney Spears got to do with thi-

Warden: Shut up, Mannone. I'm having a moment here....

The Warden lets out a deep sigh and makes his way around to the back of his desk, albeit rather slowly. He sits back in his luxurious leather chair, and stretches his arms above his head, clenching his fists as he does so. He checks his expensive silver Rolex watch, before leaning forward over his desk intently.

Warden: All it takes is one call, Mannone. One call and your shining shoes and stitching tope bags for another three months. You want that, Michael?

Mannone: Another day, another threat...

Warden: I'm serious, Mannone. Yo-

The prisoner bolts up out of his chair and stands face to face with the Warden. He looks down his nose at the grey haired man.

Mannone: Well, if it means staying here and pissing you off for another twelve weeks, then get dialing, boss!

The two men stare at each other with eyes narrow, before their contest is interrupted by the opening of the office door. It's a nervous looking Prison officer. He leans his head around the door and looks towards the Warden.

Officer: Yeah, er Sir, there's someone here to see you.

The Warden nods and the Officer vanishes from the doorway. He pushes Mannone back into his seat, before making his way towards the door.

Warden: Sit down. I'll be back.

Mannone: Don't worry, I wasn't planning on going.

The Warden exits the room, slamming the door behind him. Mannone smiles arrogantly to himself as he rolls his head back. The scene fades out, and the screen blackens. The following words then gleam across the screen in extravagant white font:

"Michael Mannone Is Coming to TWOstars"

The Xtreme TV logo appears on the TWOtron, and the lights then return to normal.

HEYMAN: Well, that sure explained alot.

STYLES: How the hell did we get camera's in Prison!?

HEYMAN: This is the world of wrestling, Styles, anything can happen!

STYLES: Yeah, but more importantly we have a new addition to the roster!

HEYMAN: Yeah, and more importantly again, he's a convict! Cool much?

STYLES: Mhm, yeah. We'll be back after a brief message from our sponsors!

[Reno]

We return from the commercial as Helms is walking down the hallway carrying a gym bag. Darkstar suddenly appears out of nowhere, blocking Helms' way.

Darkstar: Where'd you think you're going?

Joseph Helms: Please move. I'm out of here.

Darkstar grins, but doesn't move.

Darkstar: No, you're not. You signed a contract meaning I own you. You're staying here.

Joseph Helms: I'll just stay home until I eventually get fired then.

Darkstar: I wont be paying you then, what are you going do then?

Joseph Helms: Look, just let me pass.

Darkstar grins, and moves but only to walk with Helms as they get to the carpark, and at Helms' car, He opens the door of the Ford 1964 Mustang, and attempts to get in but Darkstar stops him.

Darkstar: Look, you're going to be dissapointing the fans if you leave, think of all those kids that idolize you and most likely jump around the room injuring themselves because they want to be like you...

Helms drops his head, thinking of what to do.

Darkstar: Look, just think about it and get back to me.

Helms raises he head and nods.

Joseph Helms: I've already made my desicion...

Darkstar: Yes?

Joseph Helms: I'll stay, but only because you begged.

Helms grins, as Darkstar looks on with a slight smile of relive but annoyed with the 'begger' comment.

Darkstar: I didn't beg...

Joseph Helms: Whatever... look, next week I'll come in and see you about somthing important. Okay?

Darkstar nods and walks off, as Helms gets into his car and drives off out of the arena.

We cut to...