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

[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…..

ONE..



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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TW

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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THR

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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THREE

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...

[TheDef]

A video clip beginning with the words Earlier this week on a blurry screen. As the camera focuses we hear some slighty asian flavored music and a very japanese gardens looking building comes into focus. The Definition and Mike Ward and are standing on the sidewalk out front.

DK: Why the hell are we here again, Ward.

MW: This guy is a freaking legend in japan, and he taught me the fine art of grappling. He is the reason why I went from a one trick pony hardcore wrestler to a semi well rounded, hardcore wrestler. If anything is gonna help us refocus its an afternoon with this guy.

As they move up the walk you can see little paper lanterns hung in the trees and beautifully groomed Bonzai trees along the walkway. They reach a screen door through which you can see a little white haired old man sitting at a cofee table grabbing at something in the apparently empty air around his head with chopsticks.

Before Wards knuckle can even tap the screen door we hear the heavily accented voice.

"Enter Mikey-san"

The Galway Bay Bad Boy and Defson enter and Mikey crouches down next to his mentor as Kori looks on.

MW: We lack focus master.

The little japanese guy stands and without even looking at his new students begins walking into his backyard. He speaks over his shoulder as he goes.

"I have just the thing for you two."

MW: Probably some work to do I guess.

" Hit Nail on Head Mikey-san."

They follow the little japanese guy to a section of fence surrounding a beautiful gazebo. There is a section unfinished and there is a pile of boards and a bucket of nails. The small japanese man grabs a hammer and taps in a nail just to the point where it is held straight out and then with a quick motion knocks the nail al the way into the wood with hit. He hands the hammer to Damon and then says as he start to walk away.

"You do that until all boards finished."

Kori looks incredulous.

DK: Wait just a minute here I am not about to finish your damn fence old man.

The slight figured man stands and looks up into Kori's eyes.

" You are and impatient man, you need to learn secret of life."

DK: Fence Building?

" No, breathing. You don't breathe you die. Here I show you"

Wards teacher begins to slowly breathe in and out.

"Breathe in, Breathe out, clear your mind of useless thoughts. Concentrate on what lies ahead."

Kori actually finds himself doing as the old man says, he begins slow breathing and appears to relax more than anyone in TWOStars has ever seen the harvard grad. Ward looks on appreciatively at his master. After a few seconds the old man speaks.

" How do you feel Kori-san"

DK: A bit more at ease, relaxed, focused.

"Good now, finish fence."

The old man doesn't wait for a reply as he saunters back into the house. By the time he is through the door, Ward has already driven his first nail into a board with one shot. Kori grabs another board and moves to another open section of fence and places the board against the wooden support beams and grabs a nail, as he taps the nail into place he looks ot his partner.

DK: What the hell are we doing this for Mike?

MW: No questions asked, in the end we'll understand I always did.

We watch for a few seconds more as both members of our unlikely duo strike a nil into the respective boards with one blow from the hammer.

Cut to....

[Sparrow]

We come back from the various commercials.

The camera begins to pan out though the attendance catching all different signs. It shows all types of people cheering and trying to get their signs into the shot. The camera pans to one sign with 'Apollo ate my sign' and a cut out bit in the corner. The TWOstars theme is playing in the background.

PH: Tonight..what a night, We have seen some great action and it is not over yet. Oh no we have a phenomenal main event, Sickness with his close friend and now manager Boyo as he takes on Gringo with his partner in crime The Crippler.

JS: We have seen the convict Michael Mannone make his face none..

PH: Tonight as been action packed but expect more action at Midsummer Nights Destruction on 12 April.

JS: That is right Paul, we have got the Elimination Chamber where Evil Gringo will have to fight his way though...

Suddenly Another Body Murdered blares though the PA system and out comes a annoyed and bitter Apollo Chambers make his way to the ring. He makes his way half way when a fan shows him a offensive sign involving him. He stops with a smirk on his face before aggressively grabbing the face by his neck and sending him crashing over the railing and *crack* he smacks his back and back of his head into the steel ramp.

JS: What the hell!!

PH: That fan provoked him and now he is paying for it.

JS: Paul, you can just do that because a fan makes a offensive sign. It is way to get a lawsuit and could get him fired.

PH: Anyone who would care to fire Apollo Chambers has a death wish.

JS: Paul attacking fans that are not professional wrestlers is against the law! Apollo was in the wrong...

PH: Say that to his face...

While the two argumentative announcers battle about his actions Apollo enters the ring climbing the steel steps. He enters though the middle rope with a smile on his face, he slowly walks over to the opposite of side of the ring and demands a microphone from Tony and is not left hanging as the ring announcer quickly shuffles himself over to the big man and hands him a microphone, the crowd let out a huge roar of boos. The Wild Beast looks over to the fallen fan.

AC: Anyone else want some?

The camera pans out to see fans hold up there arms almost class room like...

AC: You see let me lay down a little bit of Apollo history, I am gonna lay down a little Apollo history for all you hi tech, lives in your mums basement playing Dragons and Dungeons, octopus eating, ba*tards
PH: Apollo is really laying into the crowd tonight...

JS: Dungeons and Dragons...

PH: That is what he said...

JS: No he said it the other way round.

PH: It is so sad that you know that...

JS:...Umm my daughter plays the game

AC: And don't worry I will keep this short I don't want your battery's running out! You see I was a Wild Samoan, a beast, a killer however you want to put it. I got away from it all, not to redeem my ways like you hear from all the wussy wrestlers around here. I moved to New York. Yeah a wild barbarian moving to a land where you are frowned upon if you have not attacked a man, a land where I learned to wrestle.

JS: A little insight into this man and what a dark, twisted man he is.. But why is he out here..

PH: Let the man finish...

AC: At Endgame, I did not make a mistake in losing the TWOstars Tag team championship of the world because it was the best thing that ever happened to me. You see since joining FERE all I have had to do is prove myself. But why the hell should I have to prove myself, look at me, I am a machine, a wrestling god....

Crowd: 食べることを行くアポロ!

Crowd: 食べることを行くアポロ!

JS: The crowd don't think much of him and this wrestling ability.

AC: What the hell are you saying?! Good god am I going to have to beat English into everyone of you "nappy wearing, breat milk loving, wishing you some Duracell right about now, hi tech sons of b*tches. I made TWOstars what it is and I can take it away from you. Then what you gonna watch in your mum's basements!

JS: Apollo is really ripping into the loyal attendance, the crowd that put the money on his cheques. He needs to learn to appreciate what he has got.

PH: It is about time someone got in this ring and said it how it should be said.

AC: Now for the reason that I graced you with my presents once more and that reason is that I want The Judge or Cage out here right now, I don't who comes out but I have had enough and I have seen what is going to get a savage beating nobody could warn them about. I am tired of people telling me that I have not proved myself. I am tired of all these little things that I keep seeing and I am tired of Draven's attempt to betray FERE and align himself once more with that no good, wannabe The Judge. This two are made for each other and I am sick of it..

JS: He is calling out his buddy from FERE and The Judge, what if they both come out. We are gonna have a fight on our hands, a fight I don't think no one can control. That is if anyone is brave enough to control it.

PH: Here come Jimmy Redman, most likely sent out by Darkstar to stop the wild riot before it gets going. Sure know how to spoil something good.

AC: You enter this ring and I will break you!

Jimmy not listening enters the ring, the camera gets closer and you can hear Jimmy lecturing The Real Deal about his unprovoked attack on the fan, Apollo looks like he is getting lectured by his parents or teacher furiously not listening to what The Prototype has too say. Apollo steps back and pauses before delivering a stiff punch, crashing his fist into Jimmy 'Live and Eat Metal Rock' Redman square in the jaw. He knocks the respected road agent to the floor. The crowd let out another load and unforgiving roar of boos.

JS: Apollo is heading towards us and he does not look happy..

PH: He just grabbed Tony's chair..

JS: He is not going to use that chair for sitting!!

Chambers gets back in the ring sliding the chair in and following in it, still with the sick, twisted smile glued to his face. He grabs the lifeless Jimmy and yanks at his hair forcing him to a standing position, Chambers realises his hair and before Redman can fall back to the floor, he gets a thunderous chair shot. Redman falls to the floor cut open and lifeless.

JS: Oh my GAWD!

PH: What a chair shot. Jimmy is out cold..

JS: Apollo is picking up Jimmy once more!

Chambers hooks The Long haired One's head between his thighs and then brings him up in a loose power bomb and holds the arm as he lift Redman up higher, he springs him around and delivers and painful cutter.

JS: On the steel Chair!

PH: Jimmy got involved in something that did not involved him..

JS: He is removing the chair that could be attached to Jimmy's head with the force of that cutter.

PH: He is gonna hit him again!

JS: God dam it your right Paul! Come on Apollo he is not a wrestler no more. He was just doing his job.

PH: Here comes Banks!

BB: Apollo stop it! Drop the chair bro. We will both be out of a job if you connect that chair with Jimmy. Now I know you are angry but you need to calm down.

PH: Banks in the ring now he has to calm down Apollo. Otherwise Redmen could be injured from good.

Banks puts down the microphone and shows his hand gesture to Apollo telling him to calm down. The Wrestling Machine looks at him in a pathetic manner. He then looks towards the chair. He then just sends the chair crashing over Bobby's head. Banks smashes to the canvas as the camera zooms in to see a knocked out Bobby Banks.

JS: What! Banks just got smashed by his client...

PH: Apollo has truly lost the plot..

JS: He has a microphone

AC: I did not ask for Banks or Jimmy Redmen but yet they both came down to the ring and got involved in what was not their business. Banks I expect a full apology next week or expect more of what you just got. Draven you better explain yourself and your actions next week aswell otherwise, well I let Jimmy explain that one to you. Now anyone else wanna get in on my business will get broken, get it, got it, GOOD!

Apollo leaves the ring with a smile on his face as we cut to commercial.

[Chriscare]

...ringside where the ring has been decorated out with a small round 1 person couch and a 3 seater couch, both red. The ring its self has been decked out in white with a "Care Couch" logo on the ring apron.

JS: Well folks, its been a great show so far...

PH: And its about to get even better Joey, the return of the Care Couch!

"Why Can't We Be Friends" fills the arena.

The lights dim, and different areas or the arena randomly light on and off fast. It all goes dark except from one remaining light which reveals a red sofa at the top of the ramp. The sofa slowly turns around to reveal Chris Care sitting on it He stands up and smiles at the camera and gives a wink. The arena lights go back to normal. He then walks down the ramp smiling and point at the crowd. He walks up the steps and steps into the ring. He looks lovingly at the crowd as white confetti falls from the roof.

The fans boo as Care walks around the ring with his huge smirk on his face.

Care: Thank you, thank you, i'm sure you're all as happy to see the return of the Care Couch as I am, finally, you people have got a segment on the show to look forward to once again.

The crowd bo louder.

Care: A few title matches are nothing compared to the exciting announcement that I have to make tonight on the Care Couch!

PH: I can't wait for this.

JS: You know what it is Paul?

PH: I do, but you'll have to wait and see.

Care: Over the past few months I have been trying to creat an army, an army of which is going to take over TWOStars, an army of the finest wrestlers known to man. I hand picked individuals who soon, shall put the word "Stars" in TWOStars. So, with further ado, Introducing first, a man who I have battled on countless occassions, and beat, but a man who has deemed to give it his all to serve me, ladies and gentlemen, Iagan Thaddeus Hellshound!

"Casino Royal" fills the arena as the crowd give a response of mixed emotions.

[img] http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i1...glish_flag.gif [img] appears on Screen. Iagan walks out onto entrance with Christy Hemme on his arm. He is smelling an English rose and starts to walk down to the ring. Christy is waving regally to the crowd.

JS: Well this one we could have guessed.

PH: Iagan seems to have taken the role as Cares manager as of late, I really hope Care knows what he's doing.

Iagan stops halfway down the aisle and waves to the crowds. Christy looks adoringly at her betrothed as some of the male fans wolf whistle her.

JS: How can Iagan allign himself with Care, Care is absolutly dispicable.

PH: Care is a genius Joey Styles, Iagan has done the first smart thing in his career by aligning with him.

Iagan reaches the ring and climbs up the steps. Before entering the ring Iagan wipes his feet on the ring apron before climbing through the ropes. As the music starts to fade away Iagan throws the rose towards Christy who catches it and smells the rose.

Care rolls his eyes as Iagan gets in the ring, but when Iagan turns to him he puts on his fake smile.

JS: Care is so two-faced, he doesn't want to be associated with Iagan.

PH: What?! That's rediculous.

As Iagan and Care shake hands in the ring Care prepares for another announcement.

Care: Now, ladies and gentlemen, onto the second man to join my alliance. A man who is a former and future TWOStars Tag Team champion, a man who is my tag team partner, ladies and gentleman Retormark!

The arena lights begin to flash as "I am the Ressurection" by the Stone Roses plays. Dressed as a WWF superstar in 1994, Crush he makes his way down to the ring much to the delight of the crowd. Under his right arm he carries his briefcase that gives him a spot on the elimation chambre.

JS: It's Crush! The man who has embraced the Japanese cuture and these fans love him,

PH: I'm suprised they even remember Crush.

Crushmark steps into the ring and shakes hand with Iagan as Care looks on in disgust, he then smiles and shakes hands with him.

JS: Care doesn't like anyone in his so called alliance does he?

PH: He doesn't need to like them, he needs to lead them!

Care: And now ladies and Gentlemen, let me introduce the final member of our alliance...

JS: Who's it going to be?

PH: Just you wait.

'Money Success Fame Glamour' - Felix Da Housecat fills the arena.

JS: No, he hasn't!

The crowd are on their feet cheering for the arrival of The Original Scene Ledgend. As the arena begins to look like a rave with its strobes lights Jaycey walks down to the ring slapping the hands of the fans. It gets into the ring and stands face to face with Care holding its sparkly briefcase under its arm.

PH: Look Joey, i've just noticed something, there's two briefcases in that ring. Care's new alliance has the number advantage for the elimination chambre!

Care shakes hands with Jason Laroque as Laroque proceeds to shake hands with the rest of the group, a huge array of mixed emotions are coming from the crowd.

JS: These fans don't know how to react, i mean Jaycey, Iagan and Retro are all fan favourties in TWOStars, but they can not fatham cheering Chris Care. Why don't they see what the fans see?

Care: Ladies and Gentleman, let me be the first to introduce to you the alliance that's going to take TWOStars by storm, we are...

RBX's music fills the arena, Chris Care looks at the ramp irrate.

JS: It's RBX!

PH: What are those guys doing out here?

Eagles: Sorry to crash the party, but we had a little announcement of our own. Last week the whole world saw myself and Butcher get robbedof a victory. We wanted a rematch this week, but that coward in the ring wouldn't give us one.

Eagles points directly at Care as he and Butcher begin walking down the aisle to the ring.

Eagles: So we had a word with your little pal there and he agreed that if we put our titles on the line then we'd get you in the ring.

Care looks angrily at Iagan who smiles and nodds at Care giving him words of encouragement.

Eagles: So, at Midsummer Night Destruction, it's going to be RBX vs Care and Retromark for the tag team titles, and we're gonna kick you asses all over that ring.

Butcher looks at Eagles and then snatches the mic off him.

Butcher: Why wait?

Butcher drops the mic and he and Eagles storm the ring.

JS: It looks like we're not going to have to wait until Midsummer Nights Destruction.

PH: It's 4 against 2, the tag champions are good, but they're not that good.

As RBX slide into the ring Care looks worried as the rest of his alliance prepare to do battle. Care shoves Iagan into Butcher and drops to the floor sliding out the back of the ring.

JS: Care doesn't want any piece of these two.

Iagan begins exchanging right hands with Butcher as Eagles prepares to fight both Jaycey and Retromark.

JS: Care just grabbed the foot of his tag team partner and dragged him out of the ring.

PH: See Care is a great guy, he's saving his partner.

Jaycey looks distracted by what just occured, turning round and get kicked in the midsection, caught off guard by Eagles. Eagles underhooks Jayceys arms and Butcher is winning blows against Iagan.

JS: Eagle Wings and The Kick!!! Simulataneous manuveres from RBX there!

Chris Care is dragging Retromark back up the ramp, who is desperatly trying to get back to the ring to help his friends.

JS: Care just let Iagan and Jaycey takes two bullets for him.

PH: He saved Retromark though, he can't be everywhere at once.

JS: I'm starting to think he only saved Retromark because he doesn't want RBX getting the upperhand before their tag title match.

RBX begin destroying their Care Couch set as Iagan and Jaycey lay motionless in the ring.

JS: Care is irrate! They destroyed his big announcement, but what reprecutions will this have on Care's new alliance, let's see him talk his way out of this one Paul.

PH: More importantly what happens if RBX lose their championship tonight, then they'll lose they chance to get revenge on Care.

Cut to commercial

[Omega]

Cut to backstage.

Darkstar is sat in his office looking none too pleased.

DS: Right, I've had just about as much as I can take. RBX, listen up you couple of degenrate morons. You mess my show up, attack my superstars and then leave the building before your match! This will not continue, as from now if you lose a match then you are out of TWOStars for good! No half meausres, no one omnth bans you are out on your arses. Every match you are in is going to be a loser leaves town match for you guys.

DS: I will not put up with yout two prima-donas thinking you run the show. I made you and i'll un-make you as well. Your match tonight is cancelled and I'll think up somthing tasty for you next week. Watch your backs gentlemen, I'm gunning for you...

Fade to....

[Twig]

Back from commercial, we're in a room decorating in the signature style that could only be of one TWOstars wrestler. Meltone, Japan's greatest jamband, are sharing in a rather crunchy groove, to an ausidence of a couple of Tiwggie's friends. The entire band looks up, as Twiggie enters his dressing room, but they continue to play unhindered.

There's a strong reaction at the sight of the PETA Punisher, but as he drags his feet across the floor to an idle minifridge, the crowd settles quickly. Twiggie snags a Kirin Ichiban, pops the bottle on the egde of the refrigerator, and slouches down on a tapestry-covered couch. Shin gives Keisuke a questioning look, nodding his head towards the Dire Wolf, seemingly asking if he seems okay. Twiggith swizzles on his brew, and mopes as he sinks into the plush sofa.

Meltone finish up, and direct their attention toward the Colorado Troubadour.

Takuya:Oooi, Twig-san. You, ok?

Twig: Hai.

Takuya frowns at one of Twiggie's friends, wearing an exceptionally faded blue baseball cap with a peace sign embroidered on the front.

Twig's Friend: Twig, c'mon dude. I know it's the US title, but that's just another piece of useless metal that society has ascribed a value to.

Twig: I don't care about title, J. I mean I do, but it's not that.

J: So what's up, bro?

The Dire Wolf sighs, tilts his head back, and kills the rest of his 22oz Japanese brew.

Twig: Dude... It's this f*beep*in bullsh*beep*t that Drake and Gringo keep on pullin, man. I thought I was past these basic dumbass tricks.

Twiggith flicks his empty bottle across the room. It bounces off the wall before clattering into garbage can.

Twig: I should've seen what Pingu was doin, I should've known Drake was lyin in wait, I should've... I should've been more careful. Well f*beep*k it man. I'll be damned if I let it happen so easily again. They think they've won? They just showed me how to improve.

The Dreadlocked Wrestla stands up straight, wobbles a bit from the copious amount of inebriant he recently consumed, and heads over to a light wood 'frankenstein' set of Latin and African percussion.

Twig: So, c'mon guys. How about we rock out "Size of My Head"?

All of Meltone: HAI!

J smirks and nods as he sits back and relaxes again. Fade to a video package for Damon Kori, and Mike Ward, TDX.