TWOStars Summerslam

[Darkstar]

The following programme 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.

'Nothing' by A starts to play as the imposing steel structure of the Elimination Chamber is seen robed in shadows. The metal bars gleam from whatever light is nearby. A single figure is stood inside the chamber, the shadows cover his face.

Evil Gringo: Ju want my belt esse? Ju gonna come and get it from me, the terror in the dark? I don't think you are man enough......

Barry Gower: I am the Future of this buisness. Its only a matter of time before I get that belt and am crowned as the best. And that time is now.

Brett Bannor: You overlook me and prepare to be destroyed. The Brutal One takes no prisoners and cannot be stopped. Brutal is as Brutal does.

Chris Eagles: I had to be ruthless to make my money, I have to be ruthless to get what I want. I dont come from a good background, I had to fight to get where I am now. Its time to fight to get where I want to be.

Draven Cage: The Hangman never backs down, I like to fight, I like to hurt. That belt is just a bonus, but its a damned big bonus. Gringo, prepare for pain.


The camera slowly goes towards the figure in the chamber until it can be made out. The Incredible Holt just stares into the screen.

The camera shot changes to the inside of the Air Canada Center in Toronto. HUGE masses of pyros go off in the arena as the Summerslam opening music plays.

MC: Hello I'm Micheal Cole with Tazz and welcome to ringside.

Tazz: And have we got a line up for you!

MC: Thats right Tazz, all the belts are on the line and one of them in that hideous structure above the ring: The Elimination Chamber.

Tazz: Thats right Cole, tonight six men will be entering the Elimination...




BANG! An exploding sound detonates in the TWO arena as lights go off and back.

MC: You must be kidding me! Not this again, last week and now also?

Tazz: We're not sure it is him yet. It can be anybody, Cole.




BANG! Another detonation in the arena.

MC: Oh that is him responding to you. It IS him!

Tazz: Why are you refusing to pronounce his name? Why do you seem scared to say it?

MC: Well I haven't heard you say it yet. Admit it Tazz, you fear him as much as I do.

Tazz: You want me to say his name to show you I am not scared? The Lonely Avenger. Here, I said it.




BANG! BANG! BANG! It echoes as the TWO arena fades to black.

TLA: (In a soft low voice) The Horror.

Silence in the arena.

MC: Here we go again. This is a déjà vu from last week.

TLA: (His voice getting louder and stronger) The horror.

Tazz: What does he want tonight? He doesn't have a match, so why scare the **** out of my friend here?

MC: He isn't scaring anything out of me. I just hate this guy.

TLA: (In a loud strong and angry voice) The Horrooooooooor!




BANG! BANG! BANG! Three successive blasts detonate once more in the TWO arena, to be followed by two lightning heading for the TWOtron.

A nice calm violin starts playing in the background.

Horror

Loneliness

Pain

Lost

Forgotten

These words keep appearing in blue one after the other on the white background.

REVENGE

The word appears in a red bloody color on the big screen as another explosion detonates in the ring and the arena goes black again.

Tazz: What purpose can it serve to have the same message sent on the last Xtreme TV show and tonight at the second biggest PPV of the year?

MC: Wait until that mask appears up there and ask him. he can here you Tazz, remember?

The TWOtron goes backstage to the same dark and empty locker room from which The Lonely Avenger debuted in TWOstars.

The Camera is turning in the whole room until it stops at a corner for a few seconds.

Tazz: Where is that lonely fellow? He is supposed to be there.

Suddenly, two green eyes appear from nowhere in the darkness, burning flames appearing deep inside.

MC: What the hell? Where did those come from? How can he do that? How did he appear from nowhere like that?

Tazz: He appeared alright. The Masked Truth is in that locker room and is ready to talk. Let us see what it has to say.

His green mask is now glowing in the darkness.

TLA: The horror. (Silence) The horror. (Silence) The horroooooor!

MC: What's the deal with these horror chants?

Tazz: I don't know, why don't you ask him?

TLA: The horror of this lonely world. We live in a lonely world. Tonight is a cold lonely night in such a lonely world.

MC: How desperate can you get, Tazz?

Tazz: Desperation or loneliness Cole?

MC: Either way, why can't this man just look at life from the bright side?

Tazz: Maybe because unlike you he sees nothing bright from this world?

TLA: I am The Lonely Avenger and lonely for revenge am I.
(Silence)
Summerslam, the second biggest PPV in the history of TWOstars. Yet, I don't feel that this night is any special then any other. I am, like every night of my life, sitting in the darkest of corners with nothing to do, nothing to kill time with, no one to punish by my own hands. Summerslam is a busy night tonight, but my soul is not: it is as empty as the hollow streets of Lonely Valley, my hometown.

MC: And where is that, in the city of revenge or the city of super heroes?

Tazz: You keep on forgetting that his ears are so sensitive that he can here us from back there. You are getting yourself into deep troubles.

TLA: Many titles are being decided tonight, and the most important one is going to be decided in a brutal and horrifying match. Evil Gringo, Draven Cage, Barry Gower, The Incredible Holt, Chris Eagles, Brett Banner; they all think they are going to enter this chamber of elimination where there are no boundaries so that one by one they escape the pain and horror of the match, for a champion will be crowned after a long fight, he emerges champion with gold around his waist. How much pain can these wrestlers endure in the chamber? I don't care about that, because no pain of theirs is even close to the things I have felt. Evil Gringo says his title is on the line. I say to him that I had my life on the line so many times in my life. Holt says that he will get Gringo's back in the match. I say I never had anyone to back me up from the cruelties and dangers of this lonely world. Banner, Cage, Eagles and Gower; they all say they would prevent Gringo from keeping his title. I say to them that their kinds are many in this lonely world. Their kinds are everywhere in this lonely world and they are the maggots that ruin the apple. They are the filthy rat that makes his move and runs away, leaving great damage. But I learned to destroy these rats and kill them, so will I do such these people. Tonight, the match won't be about pain and survival. It never did. It is about who's stabbing who in the back, and I know much about stabbing someone in the back as life itself did it to me.

Tazz: The Masked Truth is sending a clear message to tonight main eventers.

TLA: I am not done Tazz.

Tazz: How did he...oh yes! I forgot!

TLA: Yes Tazz, you forgot, but you better not from now on. And one more thing before I return to my lonely locker room. Everyone in this building is a sinner and needs a degree of my horror. From Evil Gringo to VVV to Jimmy Redman. From the biggest and baldest man in TWOstars to the weakest and transparent soul. I respect no one in this business and I will never do. Yet, I can think of two people that are not as bad as the others. One of them is the owner of TWOStars, the great Darkstar. The boss is the only true mind in here.

MC: True mind? What does he mean by that?

TLA: He is the only one who is able to think wisely and take control of this show when chaos hits. That is one thing I do respect in the man as chaos is my enemy. Chaos is a very bad disease that hits everything in this lonely world. I have been fighting chaos all my life and learning to act in order. Darkstar is the only order in this show and without him, the green hells would brake in the ring and backstage.


Tazz: The green hells? I heard him mention it last week? What is the story about the green hells?

MC: Why do you ask me Tazz? Do I look like I know the guy? I don't know anything about him and I don't want to do. I just want him to get the hell out of here.

TLA: The other man in here that can be related to order is The Judge. The Judge is a man of principals and is another form of order. Order can come in many ways it incarnates in these two men. I say my last words tonight and I bid your weak souls farewell formore time to enlighten them tonight, to touch them with the horror, to empty them and purify them. Let the show begin and let me go back to killing time in this lonely locker room, in this lonely hallway, in this lonely arena, in this lonely street, in this lonely city, in this lonely country, in this lonely world! May revenge be brought on all sinners tonight, for they lose their matches and the most pure of the six men entering the chamber win.

The intro of "Lonely World" By Limp Bizkit starts playing.

The mask fades away in the darkness but the eyes grow bigger and greener, as strong green flames grow from under the TWOtron to reach it.

Tazz: This man is sure unstable, but how unstable can he get? All we have to do is wait and see next week.

MC: This Lonely Avenger is an imposter. I don't believe a word he said. His time will come when someone in here will teach him what true horror is.




BANG! BANG! BANG! The lights come back to the arena.

MC: WOW! What a way to start thr show. Lets have a look at the line up for tonight.

Cut to card preview.

[Darkstar]

Back from preview.

Cole: And, what a blockbuster match up we have for you now! The Prototype Jimmy Redman is challenging Tom “The Disciple” Trash for the United States Title, for the second straight Pay Per View. Lets take a look at what has unfolded between these two competitors…

Cut to video package:

Trash goes to the outside and picks up the garbage can - Just as The Disciple leans back to throw the can, Redman kicks back low to the groin of Holt who releases Redman, who ducks the incoming can which knocks with a crash into the face of Holt - Redman dropkicks the head of Trash, turns and clotheslines Holt over the top rope to the floor, before kicking Trash in the midsection lifting him up for the powerbomb, turns sharply into a 180 and plants Trash with the ProtoBomb.

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MC: Its over! Redman did it! (Fade: Redman did it! Redman did it!)

. . . . .

Trash rolls up Redman tightly onto the back of his neck and shoulders. Without the referee seeing, Trash grabs the bottom rope for leverage.

“One!”….

“Two!”…

...“Three!”

Cole – No! Damnit, he cheated. I can’t believe this.

Tazz – Well he did it! I can’t believe it either! Tom Trash is TWOStars new US champion! You may not agree with how he did it but…

Chimmel – Here is your winner, and the newww TWOStars United States Champion…Tom “The Disciple” Trash!

. . . . .

We cut back to the ring where we see The Prototype lifting Trash up onto his shoulders and bringing him crashing down in a 180 motion to the canvas.

MC: PROTOBOMB!!!!

Redman hooks the leg of Trash prompting the referee to count.

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Holt comes back into the ring but realises he is too late as both Redman and Slim Jim quickly back off up the ramp as “Death of Seasons” hits the speakers.

TC: Here are your winners, the team of Slim Jim and Jimmy “The Prototype” Redman.

. . . . .

Trash (v-o): This Sunday at Capital Carnage, I will put Jimmy Redman in his place, I will defeat him and prove that I am the best man in the United States division.

Tazz: Oh LOOK, COLE, COLE!

MC: It's the champ. The CHAMP is here.

Redman looks out into the crowd and notices the sudden change in their mannerisms and screams. He turns around is met face first with the TWO World Championship smashed right across his skull from the World champion, Evil Gringo. The crowd goes apeshit in horror as Gringo rolls Trash over the KO'ed Redman and revives the referee enough to make the count.

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Ding Ding Ding

TC: And the winner of the match, and STILL TWO United States Champion, Tom 'The Disciple' Trash.

. . . . .

Cole: Wait a minute!

Tazz: Its Tom Trash, The US Champ just pulled Redman out of the ring!....

Tazz: Oh my God the Metal head to Trash on the floor!!......

Trash crawls over to the trashcan and smacks Redman in the face with it.

Cole: Good grief!!.......

Redman and Trash continue to exchange punches on the entranceway.

Cole: I don’t believe this!

. . . . .

Redman: ….I want that US belt…..Those people need a US Champion they can be proud of….. I am SICK of Tom Trash!….

. . . . .

Trash: ….Im going to put Jimmy Redman in his place….I’m the best in this U.S. Division…
. . . . .

(cross fading)

Redman:…I am SICK of Tom Trash!

Trash: I am the best in this U.S. Division...

Redman:….There is going to be a change…

Trash:…put Jimmy Redman in his place…

Redman:…NOBODY crosses The Prototype!

Trash: YOUR ASS IS TRASH!

(fade)

Cut back to the arena. “You Don’t See The Signs” hits to a cavalcade of boos from the Toronto crowd. Tom Trash steps out from behind the curtain, trusty Trashcan in hand, and U.S. Title belt gleaming at his waist.

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Trash struts down the ramp, yelling obscenities, and of course his trademark catchphrase, “Your Ass Is Trash!”. The people in ringside seats are getting quite vocal with the Champion, and one particular fan’s exchange with Trash gets so heated that he is literally one foot, and a security guard away from getting Trashmouthed himself.

Cole: The fans certainly not taking to the United States Champion well tonight.

Tazz: Ive always said that Canadian crowds are strange.

Chimmel: This match is scheduled for one-fall, and it is for the United States Championship! Introducing first, from Manchester, England, weighing in at One Hundred and Eighty Seven pounds, he is a member of The Future, TOM “THE DISCIPLE” TRRRRRRRRRRRASH!

Trash continues down the ramp, and walks up the steel steps, throwing his trashcan onto the floor at ringside with a clatter. He steps through the ropes, and stomps around the ring, still mouthing off at the fans as “You Don’t See The Signs” fades out. It is replaced by the quiet, bass-y intro to “Death Of Seasons”, as the ramp way is engulfed in smoke.

Chimmel: And his opponent, from Raleigh, North Carolina, weighing in at Two Hundred and Thirty pounds, “THE PROTOTYPE” JIMMY RRRRRRRRRRREDMAN!

As the song kicks in, Jimmy Redman runs out to a deafening cheer. He pauses for a moment to study the crowd, before sprinting down the ramp. He slides into the ring, and flips over to nip up into the face of Tom Trash, a move which does nothing to impress the U.S. Champion. Trash waves the gold in Redman’s face, telling him quite plainly that he owns the belt. The Prototype ignores him and moves towards the corner, climbing the second turnbuckle and posing to a fantastique ovation from the crowd.

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Redman then steps down and comes face to face with The Disciple once again. Neither man moves an inch.

Cole: Jimmy Redman is not backing down from Tom Trash here.

Trash ends up by pushing The Prototype in the chest. Redman staggers backwards, before stepping up and shoving him back, to thunderous applause from the crowd. An incensed Trash tries to lunge at Jimmy, but the referee manages to separate the two, and Trash begrudgingly hands over his title.

Cole: Well, things already starting to heat up!

Chimmel calls for the bell.

*DING DING DING*

The two competitors lock up in a grapple, which Trash quickly turns into a headlock. Redman pushes him away, he bounces off the ropes and ducks under a clothesline. On the rebound he is met with a hip toss from Redman, taking the champ down. The Prototype locks in a rear choke, but Trash is already making his way to his feet. A few elbows to the gut of Jimmy releases the hold, and Trash runs against the ropes. Redman is again ready for the rebound, but this time his attempt to ground the champion is reversed, as a Tom Trash hip toss sends him crashing to the mat.

Cole: Both going tit for tat here, an interesting, and evenly-matched encounter so far.

Tazz: Its only early Cole, Trash is just warming up, trust me.

As Redman gets to his feet and turns he is once again put on his back by Trash, who follows up by mounting him and hitting him with repeated right hands.

Cole: Tom Trash unleashing a barrage of punches here, as the referee reminds him about using an open fist.

Tazz: Trash sure is laying them into Jimmy Redman. I told you that Trash would get into it!

The Trashman steps off The Prototype, bringing him up with him by pulling his hair.

Cole: Get off his hair!

Tazz: Whets wrong with that? Geez Cole, grow some b…uh……guts! Grow some guts Cole!

Trash hooks the arm, presumably going for a suplex. Redman however, has other ideas, and lifts Trash up and throws him over his shoulders.

Cole: And a big back body drop there by Jimmy. Oh! Redman returning the favour to Tom Trash, by mounting him….and look at those left hands!

Tazz: He’s using a closed fist Cole, that’s not legal!

Cole: Nevertheless, the crowd is LOVING this.

Tazz: That’s because they’re Canadian Cole…

It is Redman this time who lifts up Trash by the long, flowing locks. He quickly hooks the arm of the champ, and snaps over.

Cole: Snap Suplex! And into the cover!

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Cole: And Trash kicks out. The first pin of the match over already then, as both men are back on their feet…

They lock up once more, as Jimmy Redman takes the advantage. They slowly struggle towards the turnbuckle.

Cole: Well, Jimmy Redman has both a height and weight advantage over the champion. As they move into the corner…

At the last second, Tom Trash forces The Prototype into the turnbuckle, and proceeds to chop the bare chest of Redman, much to the crowd’s displeasure.

Cole: Hard shots there by Tom Trash, and the crowd certainly not appreciating this!

Tazz: Yeah, well they wouldn’t know good entertainment if it came up and introduced itself…

Suddenly The Metal head jumps to life and reverses the situation, throwing The Disciple into the turnbuckle, and taking his turn to disfigure the chest of his opponent.

Cole: The crowd are getting behind Jimmy Redman with each knife-edge chop he delivers. And they keep coming! Seven…Eight…Nine…when will it stop?

The Prototype eventually stops chopping Trash, but the respite is short-lived, as he instantly grasps the throat of the U.S. Champion, in a blatant choke.

Cole: Redman literally choking the life out of Tom Trash, as the referee starts the Five count…

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Cole: And he releases the hold just in time…Redman is taking the fight to the champion here tonight!

Tazz: I cant believe you’re defending a cheater Cole.

Cole: I cant see how you can defend Tom Trash, a man who cant go through a match without cheating at least five times!

Tazz: That is hyperbole and you know it Cole.

Cole(mumbles): I’m surprised you know what hyperbole means….

Tazz: What?

Cole: And now Tom Trash the champion is back on his feet, yelling obscenities at...well, everything in sight. But particularly Jimmy Redman, the man he is in battle with for the United States Title.

Trash: WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DAMMIT! I’M THE UNITED STATES *BEEP*ING CHAMPION! THIS IS THE *BEEP*ING FUTURE! AND YOUR ASS IS TRASH!

The Disciple follows this up by slapping Jimmy Redman HARD across the face.

*SLAP!*

Cole: And what a lack of respect shown here by the champion.

Tazz: Cole, its Redman who isn’t respecting Trash! He is the champion you know!

Jimmy has staggered backwards, clutching his left cheek. As Trash approaches him to follow up, Redman turns around with a hard left hand, which triggers a massive flurry of lefts and rights from both men.

Cole: Oh! And Jimmy not giving Tom Trash any momentum here, as they go at it, back and forth…

They reach the ropes just as The Prototype seizes the advantage over the smaller man. He whips The Disciple across the ring, and as he comes running back, lifts him up over his head. The champ hits the mat with a THUD, to a huge cheer from the audience.

Cole: The crowd very much behind Jimmy Redman here, as tom Trash rolls out of the ring, taking the COWARDS way out…

Tazz: C’mon Cole, the United States Champion needs a break.

Cole: There aren’t any breaks Tazz, this is a wrestling match! There’s no half time here!

Tazz: Whatever Cole…

Trash has walked around to the opposite side of the ring, and is now sliding back under the ropes. Redman tries to keep his advantage by going on the attack, but is met with Trash’s thumb poking into his eye.

Cole: Oh c’mon! Thumb to the eye there, what a blatant illegal move there!

Trash is quick on the attack, smacking him with a stunning Dragon Whip.

Cole: Trash almost knocked him silly! And into a pin!

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TW- Kick out

Cole: Kick out from the pin there, but Trash is still on the attack, hooking the arm of The Prototype and this time hitting a vertical suplex. Into another pin attempt.

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Cole: And Redman kicks out…Tom Trash evidently not happy with the referee, he goes for another pin..

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Cole: And Jimmy kicks out again! This frustration in the mind of the champion could unsettle him here, and provide an opening for The Metal head.

As Tom Trash goes to pick up Redman, he is met with a sharp punch to the gut. The Prototype follows this up with more strikes, eventually getting to his feet with the upper hand. He gets behind the champion, and locks in a Full Nelson.

Cole: Full Nelson locked in! Tom Trash is flailing, struggling to escape the hold…no, he’s fading…

Once Trash is suitably sedated, Redman lifts him clean off his feet, and drives him HARD into the mat.

Cole: What a Full Nelson Driver! Redman hooks the leg…

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Kick out!

Redman quickly picks Trash back up and grasps his neck. He twists him around, and SLAMS on the mat to a pop from the arena.

Cole: A nice neckbreaker there, and another cover!

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Kick out!

Cole: At this moment, Jimmy Redman is dominating the champion Tom Trash!

Jimmy wastes no time, putting the left arm of Trash in a tight arm bar.

Cole: And Redman is keeping the pressure on here.

The Disciple tries to edge towards the ropes, which are about 3 feet away. He grasps at Redman’s hair, but the referee reminds him about hair pulling, and breaks his grasp. The Prototype is trying to keep his hold locked in, but, much to the chagrin of the crowd, Trash finally manages to drape a leg over the bottom rope.

Cole: And Jimmy Redman is forced to break the hold, as Trash AGAIN rolls out of the ring.

Tazz: What’s that supposed to mean?

Cole: Well he can stay in the ring when it suits him, but as soon as Redman gains any momentum, he scarpers!

Tazz: And that is the mark of a great champion Cole, he knows what to do when things don’t go his way.

The Disciple stumbles around ringside, clutching his arm. He snatches his U.S. Title belt from a startled Tony Chimmel, and walks in the direction of the entrance ramp.

Cole: Well would you look at that! He is on the back foot, and he decides to pack up and leave!

Tazz: Tom Trash has obviously had enough…

Cole: Obviously!

With the referee yelling at Trash to get back into the ring, The Prototype climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Just as Tom Trash makes it around the ring, and goes to head up the ramp, Redman launches himself-

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-twisting in mid air and knocking down the member of The Future with a textbook cross body. The crowd ROARS in appreciation.

Cole: WHAT a move! Taking the champion down, but I think Jimmy has smashed into the barrier! Both men are grounded on the outside, as the referee starts the 10 Count.

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Redman starting to stir, but Trash is still motionless on the arena floor.

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Redman gets to his knees.

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The Prototype is on his feet, as finally Trash begins to stand up.

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Cole: And Jimmy Redman is back in the ring to break the count.

He rolls back out of the ring, in search of Tom Trash, who is by now also on his feet, but visibly dazed. Redman whips The Disciple towards the ring, but Trash reverses it, and Jimmy CRASHES into the ringpost.

Cole: OH MY! His head BOUNCED OFF the ringpost! This could be disastrous for The Prototype!

Tazz: Well it was only a matter of time until Trash got going.

Cole: And now The Disciple rolling The Prototype into the ring, straight into the cover…

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TH-Kick out!

Cole: A great show of resilience here, as Tom Trash angrily stomps away at the grounded challenger. The champ then picks Redman up, and whips him into the turnbuckle with force.

Cole: Now Tom Trash going to work on Jimmy Redman, who hasn’t been quite right since crashing into the steel ringpost.

Trash lands a few knees to the gut of Jimmy, before pulling him out of the corner, and snapping his head onto the mat with a DDT.

Cole: I don’t know how much punishment Jimmy Redman can take- he hooks the leg!

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Cole: Redman just barely getting the shoulder up there. Now Trash is locking in a front face lock, bringing both men to their feet.

Trash wraps Redman’s arm over his head, and lifts him up for a vertical suplex. But at the last second, he quickly drops into a SICK face buster. The crowd groans, in fear of both the outcome of the match and for the health of their favourite superstar.

Cole: Oh my God….this isn’t right. Jimmy Redman could have permanent damage.

Tazz: This is a brutal attack from Tom Trash, and it is effective, all credit to him.

Trash stands up, laughing at his work, and the reaction of the crowd. This induces more booing at the champ. He cockily drops and lays across the prone body of The Prototype.

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THRE-NO!

Cole: OH MY, Jimmy JUST BARELY kicked out there! What an amazing show of courage shown here.

Tazz: No doubt about it, that took guts!

Trash looks ropable, as the referee explains to him that it was indeed a long 2 count. He angrily yanks Redman to his feet. Redman, by this time, is almost unconscious after the beating his head has taken. Trash whips The Prototype across the ring, and he also runs the ropes. As they meet, The Disciple jumps up onto Jimmy’s shoulders.

Cole: TRASHATTACK~!

But, somehow, as Tom Trash goes to plant him down with a reverse DDT, Redman has staggered backwards, and dropped Trash over the top rope onto the outside.

Cole: OH MY~! How on EARTH did Redman manage to do that?!

Tazz: I don’t know, I cant believe how long Redman has held on!

The Prototype has collapsed to the ring mat, as Tom Trash is in a bad way on the outside. The referee is unsure who or why to count, so he decides, in exemplary refereeing fashion, to do nothing.

Cole: Both men are down again, lets see a replay, I still don’t know how he did it!

Cut to a full screen replay, Trash has grabbed Redman’s head on the way down, but Jimmy, either in a great display of ring awareness or simply by losing consciousness, falls backwards, tipping Trash over the rope. Cut back to the action, Trash is crawling around ringside, and Jimmy Redman is still knocked out. At this moment, Queen Holt appears at the tom of the rampway to a round of boos.

Cole: What the hell is he doing here!?

Holt strides down to ringside, as the referee, finding something to do, argues with him. As this is going on, Redman is using the ropes to get to his feet, and Tom Trash is busy over the other side.

Cole: C’mon get him out of here!!!

*CRASH~!!!*

Cole: TRASHMOUTH~! HE HIT THE TRASHMOUTH~!

Tazz: This has GOT to be all over now!

Cole: With the referee distracted by King Holt, Tom Trash has SLAMMED that trashcan into Jimmy Redman’s skull. And he’s got the cover!

The referee turns around to see the pin. He drops.

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Cole: Not like this….





THREE!

*DING DING DING*

Cole: Dammit!

Chimmel: Here is your winner, and STILL the United States Champion, TOM “THE DISCIPLE” TRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRASH~!

Cole: Well, The Future steals another victory! When will somebody put a stop to this? And we need help in the ring now, Redman is in serious trouble.

Indeed, Redman hasn’t moved since being TRASHMOUTHED~! And EMT’s are making their way to ringside.

Cole: Oh my…


Cut to DTTAH promo

[Darkstar]

Back from DDTAH promo.

Michael Cole: …God I’m lonely. As you can see I am currently sat alone as Tazz is backstage getting ready for his match. For some reason he thinks he can win the TWOStars Television Title, so I’m flying solo for the moment.

Deep Purple’s “Perfect Strangers” begins to play as out from the back walks the TWO Network Representative and all around hotty (disclaimer: My not be as much of a hotty as Boyo) Phillip Martin Atken makes his way out from the back, with, for some reason, a white pimp suit on. He also has the Television Title slung over his shoulder.

TC: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following Triple Thread Match is scheduled for one fall, although maybe two.

MC: What does that even MEAN?

PMA: It means the bookers got drunk again, and I just broke the fourth wall.

MC: Why exactly are you sitting next to me Mr. Atken?

PMA: You’ll see soon enough.

TC: Currently sitting at the announcer’s booth, your current reigning and defending Television Champion and Guest Colour Commentator, TWO Network Representative, Phillip Martin Atken.

MC: Colour commentator?

PMA: The way I see it, the network needs a new champion, a little fresh blood if you will, and I can’t think of two better men than Timothy Tazzman and Violet Vinnie Vegas to battle it out for the Network’s title. IT’S JUST SO GOSH DARN EXCITING!

MC: So, basically you’re just planning to allow Tazz to get slaughtered.

PMA: Well… yes. Stupid Tazz for jerks.

MC: Ooooookay then.

CHIMEL: Next, introducing the challenger one! From Detroit, Michigan, weighing it at two
hundred and ninety five pounds ”Violent” Vinnie Vengeance!

PMA: You know, Vegas is such a fatty, LOSE SOME WEIGHT FATTY.

MC: You’ve been drinking heavily before this PPV began haven’t you Mr. Atken?

PMA: No, this is all part of an extremely cunning plan that I refuse to tell you about.

MC: You already told me it.

PMA: Oh yeah…

BUGGER!
The arena blacks out and a bright blue light shines down from above the TWOtron which covers the entrance ramp all the way into the ring

2 security guards appear and stand facing each other about 2 metres apart at the top of the ramp

(Disturbed -Violence Fetish begins playing) Vinnie slowly rises from the centre of the top of the ramp (ala Brood) sitting chained to a sturdy iron chair and wearng handcuffs. Security guards release the chains.

At the beginning of the hefty music beat, Vinnie rises out of the chair and slowly walks to the ring, the 2 security guards following him

"VVV" is spelt out by a bright red light onto the ring mat (over the blue). Vinnie walks up the steps and stands in the middle of the ring facing the camera

The security remove the cuffs and Vinnie poses a wide chest spread, (ala Triple H) representing a feeling of release. As he does this, red flames burst from all 4 turnbuckles (ala Kane)

MC: You know, that entrance seems awfully similar.

PMA: All entrances are similar, everyone comes down the ramp to flashing lights, does some sort of disco dance, beats up a midget, then poses while the fans throw cups at their heads. ALL ENTRANCES.

MC: WAIT A SECOND!

PMA: Okay… one hippopotamus. Finished! Now what were you saying?

MC: Tazz has ran to the ring while Triple V’s back was turned away from the entrance and has hooked Triple V into the Tazzmission in just a matter of seconds.

PMA: OH MY GOD THAT IS SHOCKING! NOT AS SHOCKING AS THAT TIME I FOUND OUT THE WOMAN WAS A TRANSVESTITE BUT THANKFULLY THAT HAPPENED TO MARK HENRY AND NOT ME!

MC: Did you really have to yell all of that?

PMA: I DON’T KNOW THIS IS JUST SO GOSH DARN EXCITING.

Indeed, Tazz had ran to the ring and had Triple V hooked in the Tazzmission, shocking many of the fans in the arena. Tazz now turns the Tazzmission into a Tazzmission Suplex and to the surprise of many, Triple V crashes straight into the mat head first.

PMA: Awesome, it’s fatty vs. fatty! Only one of these fatties has had an intense fatty training program before this match. Aha, fatty.

MC: Mr. Atken, are you sure you’re all right?

PMA: I’m on top of the world Mitchell.
Tazz now turns his attention away from Vegas… I mean Vengeance and turns towards the announce table, as he leans against the ropes at yells at Atken, challenging him to get inside the ring. This, however, allows Vinnie to recover and with Tazz’s back turned, he nails Tazz with a running boot to the back of the head.

MC: Well, you can only keep a monster down for so long.

PMA: Yes, you can. You can only keep a stupid jerk down so long. YA HEAR ME YA STUPID JERK?!

MC: Are you sure you’re completely fine Mr. Atken?

PMA: Hey, I’m just doing my job as colour commentator. Loud? Check! Obnoxious? Check! A job well done if I do say so myself.

MC: Are you here all night?

PMA: God, I hope not.

MC: What does that mean?

PMA: I was just fired from Jolt Wrestling, clearly this is a time for me to go on a four week vacation!

MC: Ooookay.

PMA: I’m a very important person you know! I deserve long holidays, like all important people have.

Triple V picks up Tazz, lifts him up and drops him head first with a brainbuster. He then locks Tazz into a Single Leg Boston Crab, luckily for Tazz however, he is extremely close to the ropes and manages to reach them in a matter of seconds. Triple V however, refuses to let go, and the referee doesn’t have any way of stopping him, due to disqualification in Triple Threat Matches with two people making very little sense. After about a minute of it being locked in, Tazz manages to power out of it, causing Triple V to bounce face first off of the mat. Tazz follows this up by dropping elbow after elbow to the back of Triple V’s neck, but Vinnie manages to, quickly after these elbow, mule kick Tazz directly in the face.

PMA: That’s and old glory face kick.

MC: What on earth are you talking about?

PMA: Vinnie Vegas there is four… no five! No… SIX! Six hundred pounds of twisted steel.

MC: Well, if you’re trying to say the man is a monster, I completely agree with you.

PMA: Old glory agreeable.

Tazz staggers back into the ropes, and Triple V clambers to his feet and nails Tazz with a Circle of Trust. Tazz is laid out cold in the middle of the ring.
PMA: See, do I know Triple V or do I know Triple V. I knew that the glory of this title would cause Tazz and Triple V to fight each other, despite both hating me they had their attention turned on each other. Why? They both lust the glory of being the Network Champion. Now, if you’ll excuse me Cole, I have a match to win.

MC: You have a match to… WHAT?

Indeed, as Triple V went for the pin on Tazz, Phillip Martin Atken tried to run in to the ring, but tripped over the the wires at the announcing booth. So instead, the referee counted the pin…

One…

Two…

Three!

MC: We have a new Television Champion! The monster that is Violent Vinnie Vengeance just destroyed Tazz in three minutes flat to win Phillip Martin Atken’s Television Title. I cannot believe Mr. Atken would just sit out of the match and allow this to happen. I just cannot believe that the man who will now be representing the TWO Network with the Television Title will be Vengeance.

TC: Ladies and Gentlemen the winner…

Phil runs over and steals Tony’s microphone.

PMA: Yes, the winner of fall one, The Underkane! Or whatever the hell that thing is in the ring, anyway…

Atken slides into the ring and faces down with Triple V while the referee of the match just shrugs and signals for the bell again. As soon as he does, Atken kicks Vinnie in the testicle area and nails him in the head with his Television Title. The referee clearly sees this but shrugs it off. With Triple V out cold from the belt shot, Atken begins to basically whip Triple V with his television title.

MC: Wow, I’ve never seen this side of Mr. Atken before. It seems he becomes incredibly vicious when he knows he could lose his title.

Atken brings Triple V to his feet again, only to nail him once again with a running belt shot, which causes the monster Triple V to fall the the mat. Atken the signals for the mic, clearly trying to address the crowd, who were angered by the attack by Atken.

PMA: Ladies, Gentlemen, please calm down. I want to make one thing clear. I respect TWOStars and I respect you. However, this man threw me off the stage at a TWOStars event for no reason, which kept me out of commission wrestling wise until Capital Carnage. Then at Capital Carnage, the idiot injured my shoulder to the point I couldn’t get involved in a match up until tonight, and even then I had to sit out the majority of it. Quite frankly, I can only use conventional roots for so long before it comes down to… ARGHSTOPARGH

That sound was Atken being choked out by a recovered Tazz. Much to the displeasure of the crowd (how quickly they change their support) Tazz choked out PMA completely then helped Triple V to his feet. Now, he bails out the ring and allows Triple V to lock PMA into a Dragon Sleeper. The referee goes over to check on Atken, and checks his arm.

Drops once…












Drops twice…













Drops three times.


Atken is out cold and the referee signals for the bell, Tazz grabs the Television Title and hands it over to the referee while the referee hands it over to Triple V.

TC: The winner of this contest, and NEW TWOStars Television Title, Violent Vinnie Vengeance.

MC: This match was one of the quickest and most bizarre things I’ve ever seen on a TWOStars PPV. Well, at least Phillip Martin Atken makes for some interesting matches with his unusual style. Of course, thanks to my idiot commentary partner, we have a new Television Champion and I have no idea how anyone can beat a monster like Triple V without power of the referees and the company. Now that Mr. Atken has lost to Triple V, we may be looking at an extremely long reign for The Violence Bearer.

Cut to stuff and things

[Darkstar]

Back from random promo inspired by the 70's.

MC: While Tazz is getting medicle help in the back its time for the TWOStars tag team title match.

TC: The following contest is schedualed for one fall. Introducing first at a weight of.....

A member of the stage crew quickly runs up to Chimmel and wispers something in his ear.

TC: Ladies and gentlemen the tag team championship match has been cancled due to Sickness and Arkham being ejected from the country of Canada! This match has been declared a no contest.

MC: What the hell??? Stay with us as I try to get more information on this story.

Cut to footage of Sickness in handcuffs.

[Darkstar]

Back from news story.

Cole-Well our next match is a blood feud, no pun intended. The Assassin Dante Mueller vs. Chris2k. These two hate each other with a PASSION! The constant interference with The Assassin by C2K. The Assassin never backing down even in the two on one beat downs.

Tazz-You’re right there. The hatred between these two that has developed in the past month is amazing. We’ve seen Dante busted open at the hands of Chris2K, we’ve seen Dante playing head games with him as well. This one is going to be brutal.

As Cole and Tazz finish their hyping of the match the C2K Countdown appears on the titantron, and the numbers come up on the screen. The lights in the arena go out, before a batch of pyros go off at the top of the ramp, and "Guilty" by The Rasmus starts playing, bringing out the giant C2K on to the stage. Every member of the audience is on their feet booing. C2K walks to the ring, sneering at all the fans.

Cole-Well the crowd are sure showing C2K what they think of him.

Tazz-No respect for C2K. None at all. This man is a GREAT wrestler, and look at this fan reaction. This is terrible.

Cole-Well the fans really love Dante. He may be dark and sadistic, but at least he’s honorable.

Tazz-Honorable my foot. I be he doesn’t even.....

The lights go out and cut Tazz off in mid-sentence. There is a HUGE crowd pop for the Vampire loving Assassin, as they wait for Thanks for Nothing to hit. Nothing happens. There is a hush over the crowd.

Cole-What is going on here?

Tazz-I told you he wouldn’t......

A graphic flashes up on the Titantron. First it is just undistinguishable blurs, but soon it turns into an actual picture. A storm is seen and heard in the background. Lightning hits and thunder cracks loudly. The camera goes through the graveyard as the storm continues. Eventually several small shapes are seen in the background. As the camera approaches them, it turns out to be seven identical tombstones, with names across them all. From left to right they read,
Sickness
Boyo
Omega Red
Draven Cage
Mickhail Mills
Chris Eagles
Jordi Warner.
Behind the graves is a figure perched on the top of a Mausoleum. In the lightning flashes, the figure is revealed to be Dante, trench coat billowing out behind him. Lightning again strikes and at the same time lightning strikes in the arena. The crowd jumps at this as the all to familiar pyro explodes. F*cking Determined by Mudvayne is blaring through the arena as Dante walks from amidst the flames. The crowd again pops massively as Dante makes his way to the ring. Dante throws the guns again, but instead of the normal pyro explosion, he “shoots” each ring post, cause flame to explode from each one in turn.

Cole-Dante making quite the entrance here, and boy do these fans appreciate it. Listen to that crowd.

Tazz-Oh shut up and start the match already.

The bell rings and the match is underway.

Cole-Well neither Dante nor Chris2K have made a move here. Both men are just eying each other with intense hatred.

Tazz-Well I don’t think Dante has ANY reason so hate C2K.

Cole-Its going to be on of those nights.

Dante finally makes a move as he runs straight at C2K and clotheslines him. C2K goes down and Dante runs for the ropes. He rebounds off and.....

Cole-Shining Wizard there by Dante, and a darn good looking one at that.

Tazz-First move and you already act like Dante won.

Dante goes over to C2K and lifts him up, only to be punched in the head. Dante is whipped to the ropes, and met with a scoop slam. C2K picks him up again and this time hits a thunderous power bomb.

Tazz-Yeah. Now what? Dante isn’t looking so good now is he?

Cole-What are you talking about? I said Dante pulled off one good looking move.

Tazz-And now he’s hurting for it.

Dante is on the ground as C2K tries for a pin.

Cole-Pinning attempt early on here.

The ref drops and starts the count.


ONE.......







TW..............



Cole-About one and a half there by C2K.

Tazz-I’d say about one and three quarters.

Cole-Well whatever, it wasn’t even two.

C2K picks up Dante again, and this time delivers a rather nasty looking spinning heel kick. Dante is caught squarely in the face and falls down. He is again picked up and hit with a Gorilla Press Slam.

Cole-BIG elevation on that Gorilla Press there by the 310 pounder. Dante looks like he’s hurting.

Tazz-He just needs to learn to stay down when C2K is in the ring.

Cole-You know as well as I do, that he won’t lay down for anyone.

C2K picks up Dante and whips him into the corner. He runs at Dante and hits him with a stiff clothesline. He lifts Dante to the top rope and hits a MASSIVE superplex. He immediately drops to make the count.

ONE........











TWO.......










THR.........



Cole-KICK OUT BY DANTE!!

Tazz-You really are a master of the obvious.

C2K is looking pissed at is yelling at the ref for counting to slow. Dante is showing some signs of life as he is starting to rise. C2K turns around to see this and again drapes Dante over his shoulders. He goes for the O.D.D......

Cole-DANTE REVERSES.

Tazz-SO what?

Dante goes right over C2K’s shoulders and lands on his feet with his arm around C2K’s neck. He squeezes tightly, holding him there for a bit, and then drops.

Cole-Scorpion Death Drop by The Assassin!

Tazz-Sheer desperation move there.

Dante and C2K are on the ground, with C2K gaining his feet first. He again charges Dante. Hitting him with a wicked looking spear.

Tazz-Dante is dead. That's all there is to it.

Cole-I’m not sure if he’s dead or not, but he is hurting.

C2K turns and starts pummeling Dante. As Dante begins to bleed, C2K takes to the top rope to start to taunt the crowd, who boo him with everything they have.

Cole-Well C2K feels the need to show the crowd how amazing he is. Of course we’ve seen how much of a mistake turning your back on Dante is.

Tazz-Whatever, he’s down, bleeding, and broken. This one is OVER!

HOLY SH*T chants come from the crowd after a loud boom sound.

COLE-DID YOU JUST SEE THAT?!? I want another look.

Tazz-I wish I hadn’t.

The split screen graphic is shown with Dante getting to his feet, seeing his blood and charging to the ring post. He catches C2K unaware and hoists him onto his back, and after taking two steps from the turnbuckle, delivers a Crucifix power bomb that is just devastating.

Cole-How in the world did he have the strength to do that? Its unreal!

Tazz-It was a big one, I’ll give him that.

Dante drops to make a cover.





ONE.....









TW.......



Cole-Kick out by C2K.

Tazz-See? Even the Crucifix couldn’t keep him down.

Cole-It sure took its toll though.
Dante again gains his footing, and stalks over to C2K, who is still prone on the ground.

Cole-Dante locking in the Rings of Saturn on C2K there.

Dante has a look of determination on his crimson face. C2K is writhing in agony and screaming in pain, which makes Dante put even more pressure on.

Cole-C2K fighting with all he’s got here.

Tazz-He’ll break it.

C2K manages to get a foot over the ropes, causing Dante to break the hold, but not after using all of his four count to do so. He again lifts up C2K and whips him off the ropes they meet in the middle and.....

Cole-Tilt O whirl slam by Dante. He seems to be working over Chris2K’s back.

Tazz-Is that kind of like how you work over Keith Jaxx’s backside?

Cole-Definitely one of those nights.

Tazz-One of those nights where you and Keith will......

Cole-Death Valley Driver by Dante there.

C2K is on the mat clutching at his back, while Dante looks at him, as if trying to decide what to do next. C2k staggers to his feet and is immediately whipped into the corner by The Assassin, who runs to the other turn buckle and charges at C2K.

Cole-Stinger Splash there by Dante, showing shades of Sting.

C2K falls to the ground on the impact and Dante immediately climbs the turn buckle an jumps, hitting a flying elbow drop. He goes for the pin.




ONE..........








TWO...........









THRE.............


Tazz-Chris2K got his leg on the ropes!

Cole-LONG two count there by the Assassin.

Dante lifts C2K and whips him to the ropes. Chris2k grabs them to stop his momentum and flips Dante the bird, which makes Dante charge at him. C2K ducks and sends Dante crashing over the ropes. C2K runs to the ropes opposite, rebounds and launches himself to the floor hitting a leg drop on the prone Dante.

Tazz-How’s THAT for impact?

Cole-Man The Assassin took a shot there, no pun intended.

C2k and Dante have both staggered to their feet and are starting to brawl on the outside, exchanging rights and lefts.

Cole-Dante looks to be getting the worst of this.

C2K takes Dante and drags him over to the stairs on the rings side, and unceremoniously slams his head down on top of them. Dante, who was already bleeding, is now pouring blood. This brings a smile to the face of Chris2K who slams his head down again. Dante is leaning over the steps as C2K rolls in and out of the ring to break the ten count.

Cole-I said it was a blood feud and look at Dante. He’s just gushing blood. We need EMT’s ou there NOW!

Tazz-You heard Darkstar’s orders. No one at ringside without SEVERE repercussions.

C2K stalks over to Dante and lifts his head, dragging him by the hair. He gets a running start and gets ready to smash Dante’s head into the ring post. A sickening thud followed closely by a HOLY SH*T chant is heard....

Cole-DANTE COUNTERED! DID YOU HEAR THAT? C2K HAS GOT TO BE DONE!

Tazz-That was sick.

Dante goes in and out of the ring to break the ten count and picks up the battered C2K, who is not also gushing blood. A sadistic smile makes its way onto Dante’s blood covered face.

Cole-Dante is smiling again. I don’t think this is good. Man that’s just so damn creepy, especially with all that blood. Look at that even his TEETH are bloody.

Tazz-Well he is a vampire lover, maybe he’s just embracing his vampiric nature. Get it? Cause his finisher is called the Vampiric Embrace? Oh I slay myself. THERE’S ANOTHER!

Dante, oblivious to the taunting he’s receiving by Tazz, is continuing on his personal rampage. C2K, oblivious to seemingly everything, is just trying to survive. Dante picks up C2k and leads him to the steel ring steps, which are now only the base due to the earlier collision involving Dante’s head. Dante lifts C2K into the air and.....

Cole-OH MY GOD!! DANTE JUST TOMBSTONED C2K ON THOSE STEPS!!

Tazz-That isn’t right and he’s cheating!

Cole-Well I’ll agree it isn’t right, but its not.....HEY? What the HELL are you going? LET MOVE!!

Dante has gotten to the announce table and is slowly dismantling it, throwing monitors off. He just grins evilly at Cole and Tazz, and goes back to the ring to brake up the ten count. He walks back out to the outside, and delivers a kick to the just risen C2K, doubling him over. He hooks the leg over and delivers the Bloodwork onto the concrete floor.

Cole-ITS OVER! BLOODWORK ON THE OUTSIDE!

Tazz-So he got lucky big deal.

Dante however lifts C2K again and places him on the announce table. He throws an wink at Tazz and walks back into the ring.

Tazz-What is he doing? He can’t just be letting C2K get counted out.

Cole-Maybe he wants to embarrass him. I don’t know. No one ever knows what he’s thinking.

Tazz-Well whatever it is........NO WAY!!!!

Cole-OH MY GOD! HE CAN’T HE JUST CAN’T!! HE DID!!

Crowd-HOLY SH*T!!! HOLY SH*T!!!!

Dante, has climbed up to the top rope and leapt off, flying through the air and delivering the most brutal and absolutely phenomenal Killshot ever seen on TWOStars. Taking C2K through the Table and himself as well, all the time grinning sadistically.

Cole-Words escape me right now. I’m just shocked at this. What did he just do?

Tazz-WHAT THE HELL? HE JUST KILLED OUR TABLE IS WHAT HE DID!! NOW WHERE ARE WE GOING TO SIT??

Both men lay prone on the floor as the ref starts his ten count.

ONE.....



Crowd-DANTE!! DANTE!!



TWO......


THREE......

Dante beings to stir.



FOUR.........


Dante gains his knees as C2K is trying to move.


Five.........


Six.....




Seven.....


Dante has staggered to his feet and grabbed C2K, who looks like he’s just been in a train wreck, and rolled him to the center of the ring.

Cole-Its over, Dante just has to pin him here.

Tazz-MY TABLE! MY F*CKING TABLE! THAT IDIOT! WHY NOT HIT THE SPANISH TABLE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE??

Cole-How can you be worried about the table? Chris2K is dead, and if not he wishes he was. Now what is Dante doing?

Dante throws the guns again and the crowd roar there approval. At this Dante lifts the legs of C2K and puts on the Vampiric Embrace.

Cole-C2K is fighting with EVERYTHING he has. Will it be enough though? Especially after the punishment he’s received at the hands of the Assassin?

Tazz-Look at that table. Completely ruined. Moron.

C2K’s face is just awash with agony. He tries to get to the ropes. He inches his way over as the ref checks on him and asks if he wants to give up. He defiantly shakes his head “NO” and keeps crawling.

Cole-He’s ALMOST THERE.........NO!!! DANTE DRAGS HIM BACK TO THE CENTER OF THE RING!!

Tazz-Good for that table destroying *******!

Dante cinches it in with all the strength he has left, looking like he is close to collapsing himself. The ref again leans down to check C2K over and.......

Cole-ITS OVER!! DANTE MADE HIM TAP!! DANTE MADE HIM TAP!! THIS IS A HUGE UPSET!!

F*cking Determined by Mudvayne begins to blair as Dante breaks the hold and falls over with exhaustion. He again manages to find his equilibrium and he rises. The crowd is going absolutely nuts for Dante. The Assassin climbs the ring post and salutes his fans.

Cole-Well all of Dante’s work has paid off. He’s gotten a HUGE upset victory here at Summerslam, and by GOD this kid has earned it. He’s never backed down from anyone and its paid off. I’m looking for big things in the future from him.

Tazz-Well it was a hard fought win from Dante. He indeed wrestled to the best of his ability and then some. I’m looking for something big from him in the future too. A TABLE!

Cole-Get off it already.

Dante walks up the entrance ramp, shaking hands with all of his fans on the way up. As he nears the entrance, he throws the guns one more time and smiles, then walks to the back leaving a beaten and bloody Chris2K in the ring.

Cut to Main Event Promo

[Darkstar]

Tony Chimmel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

All Hail Me by Veruca Salt plays throughout the arena as the crowd comes to its
feet.

Cole: Here we go Tazz, a matchup that came about out of respect, but in the
weeks leading up to tonight, certain events have tainted this prospect.

Tazz: No doubt Cole, the work of one C2K has undone the trust factor between The
Judge and Jordi Warner.

Tony Chimmel: Introducing first from Birmingham England, weighing in at 237lbs,
Jordi Warner!

The crowd cheer as Warner runs through the curtain onto the rampway, before
scanning the crowd and walks down the ramp.

Cole: Here comes Jordi Warner, who claimed he wanted to return to TWOStars to
undo the negative work of a few certain individuals, something that brought
about an alliance with The Judge.

Tazz: An alliance that has been put under strain in recent weeks, we saw that
somebody took out The Judge last week, and in my opinion the finger of blame
goes straight to Jordi Warner.

Cole: Come on Tazz, there’s no proof or logic as to why Warner would attack The
Judge like that. It was obviously the work of C2K!

Jordi Warner strides along the entanceramp slapping the outstretched hands of
the hands before running and sliding under the bottom rope, hops up and salutes
the crowd before resting back into a turnbuckle corner.

Tazz: Heh well Jordi Warner certainly looks ready for this contest.

Cole: There is no doubt that The Judge will try to exploit the long term absence
from the ring of Jordi Warner, and look for the submission.

Haunted by Evanescence suddenly plays across the PA, as the crowd cheer once
more.

Tony Chimmel: And his opponent, from Atlanta Georgia, weighing in at 275lbs he
is The Judge, Sid Commandant!

The Judge steps through the curtain, the camera zooming in to reveal the bandage
on his forehead.

Cole: As far as I am aware Tazz this is the first face to face encounter between
The Judge and Jordi Warner since that backstage incident last Thursday.

Tazz: Not much time so to patch things up between these two, I wonder to what
extent the game plan in the match will pan out to the way each man had
originally set.

Cole: Well as The Judge said, things have gotten a little cloudy over the last
few weeks, this match came about out of respect but the two men seem to be on
opposite sides as of late.

Tazz: Well tonight they will be on opposite sides of the ring!!

The Judge pauses on the ramp and lifts the sledghammer into the air causing a
pyro to shoot from the stage, before powerwalking down the ramp, dropping the
hammer and taking off his leather trenchcoat on route, whilst Jordi walks to the
centre of the ring.

Cole: The Judge looks ready for business, you have to wonder what is going
through the heads of both men.

The Judge steps through the ropes and meets Jordi in the centre.

Referee Nick Patrick calls for the bell as both men stand eye to eye, talking in
low voices, before stepping back and circling the ring half looking out to the
crowd, half watching the opponent.

Cole: And we are under way here, both men taking in the atmosphere, the crowd
really excited about this one.

Commandant and Warner both stop in opposite corners before charging out and
grappling in the centre of the ring.

Cole: Here we go, both men looking for the leverage to start this one.

Both men struggle to gain the advantage, straining to push the other, before
breaking the grapple and stepping back.

Tazz: Deadlock? Maybe these guys know about too much about each other

Warner beckons The Judge to go again, and both men lock up once more.

Cole: Jordi Warner begging to get the better of this encounter, backing The
Judge into the corner.

Commandant strains but forces Warner back out into the ring, and into the
opposite corner.

Tazz: The Judge now getting the advantage.

Referee Nick Patrick orders the five count but The Judge breaks cleanly, and
steps back into the centre of the ring. Jordi Warner laughs and skips out of the
corner, stepping face to face with The Judge once more as the crowd applaud the
efforts of both men.

Tazz: Are you surprised at how this match has begun Cole?

Cole: It seems what ever problems these guys have been having it has been worked
out or at least put on hold until after this match.

The Judge goes to lock up with Warner once more but receives a boot to the
midsection.

Cole: Maybe I spoke too soon.

Tazz: Come on Cole this isn’t ballet, we and I’m sure they want a winner of this
match!

Jordi lands a series of right hands to the head of The Judge and backs him
against the ropes, whipping him to the opposite side of the ring, taking him
down with a back elbow.

Cole: Man what a series of blows to the head of The Judge.

Warner lifts The Judge but is pushed back and tackled by Commandant who hoists
Jordi into a spinebuster.

Tazz: What impact, Jordi is getting back to his feet but clearly in pain
following that move.

The Judge hooks the arm of Warner and hiptosses him to the mat, before dropping
down and applying the armbar.

Cole: The Judge applying the pressure to the arm of Jordi Warner, looking for
the early submission, or to at least soften him up.

Jordi rises to his knees but is knocked down by an elbow to the shoulder from
Commandant, who releases the hold and picks up Warner, whipping him to the ropes
and taking him over into a back body drop.

Tazz: Elevation on that move by The Judge, looking to knock the wind out of
Warner.

Commandant picks up Warner again but is met with a shot to the gut, Jordi hooks
the head of the doubled over Commandant and plants him to the mat.

Cole: Oh my the Evenflow DDT from Jordi Warner, that should even things up once
more.

Jordi hops up and meets the rising Judge with a dropkick to the face, which
knocks him back down.

Cole: What a shot to the face by Jordi Warner.

Tazz: Hes going for the cover!



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Cole: Kickout from The Judge, wasn’t the knockout shot Jordi Warner was hoping
for

Warner picks up The Judge and slams him to the mat before running to the ropes
and dropping a snap legdrop across the throat of The Judge, who craws to the
ropes and uses them to climb back up.

Cole: Warner now charging at The Judge, oh my, Commandant sidestepping Warner
who rebounds of the ropes and is met with the standing superkick from The Judge.

Tazz: Damn near took his head off with that one, both men now resorting to
knocking the hell out of each other it seems.

The Judge lifts Warner and takes him down to the mat with the Fishermans Suplex.

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Cole: Jordi Warner managing to kick out of that one.

The Judge goes to lift Warner again but Jordi grabs the legs of Commandant and
sweeps him off his feet to the mat, before pouncing on him and locking in the
STF.

Tazz: The Judge caught napping there and he’s gonna pay for that now.

Commandant strains but manages to reach out and touch the bottom rope.

Cole: Great ring presence there by The Judge, getting the rope break. Otherwise
a submission may have been on the cards.

The Judge rolls back to his feet and lunges forward at Jordi Warner with a
clothesline, who ducks and lands a right hand to the head of The Judge, who
pauses to recover before returning a right hand to the head of Warner, who
promptly returns the favour.

The crowd cheer as the match breaks down into a slug fest, both men swinging
wildly, not backing down.

The Judge quickly ducks an incoming strike from Warner and lands a kick to the
midsection before pushing Jordi into a corner and beginning a series of right
hands to the head and midsection of Warner.

Cole: The Judge has come alive here!

Commandant breaks away and yells to the crowd who cheer in response, but this
allows Warner to recover who grabs the shoulders of The Judge and throws him
into the corner before unleaahing his own series of right hands to Commandant.

Jordi quickly takes a couple of steps back and charges at The Judge who lifts
his legs and connects with a kick to the head of Jordi. Commandant then explodes
out of the corner and takes down Warner with a diving shoulder tackle.

Tazz: Man look at these two go at it.

Cole: And the great thing about it is that this intensity is due to respect of
each other and of the game!

As Warner rises to his knees, The Judge runs towards the opposite ropes and
dives at Warner who quickly pops up and catches The Judge, delivering an
overhead belly to belly in one swift manoeuvre.

Tazz: Whoah quick recovery by Jordi Warner, hitting The Judge with the overhead
suplex.

Cole: Into the cover,




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Cole: No the shoulder up from The Judge.

Tazz: Man that was a close one Cole.

Jordi takes The Judge up and drives him to the mat with the German suplex,
before bounding up running to the turnbuckle, mounting the top rope and stands
tall for a moment.

Cole: What has Jordi Warner got in mind here…

Warner dives off the ropes with the flying leg drop.

Tazz: Man all 237lbs of Jordi Warner coming crashing down across the neck of The
Judge.

Warner struts to the opposite side of the ring and glances at the frame of The
Judge before looking out to the crowd.

Cole: Jordi signalling to the crowd here.

Tazz: He’s on a roll Cole, but he can’t quite put The Judge away.

Jordi waits for The Judge to get back up before running at him, jumping onto his
knee, pushes off and kicks The Judge square in the face.

Cole: Oh my, Felons and Revolutionaries!!

Tazz: Right to the face, night-night. Its over.



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Cole: Oh my I don’t believe it!! The shoulder up from The Judge.

Tazz: Jordi Warner cant belive it.

The camera zooms into the face of Warner who is kneeling beside The Judge, the
expression is one of shock and anger.

Warner gets up slowly and rubs his face with his hands before, turning to pick
up The Judge again, but stops changes his mind and sends a swift kick to the
ribs of The Judge.

Cole: Hey now, come on there’s no need for that.

Warner looks to the crowd with a grimace on his face before delivering another
kick. The crowd boo as Jordi walks and leans on the ropes, clearly annoyed.

Tazz: I don’t know quite what to make of this Cole.

Cole: Jordi seems to have snapped all of a sudden.

Warner turns and goes for another kick but The Judge catches the foot of Jordi,
who begins hopping on one leg .

Cole: Uh oh look out here.

The Judge slowly rises to his feet, still clutching to the leg of Warner, who
begins swinging at Commandant but falls short, before The Judge spins Warner
around and hooks the back of head of Jordi, taking him up into a reverse
vertical suplex before dropping him down to the mat with the Diamod Cutter.

Cole: The Gavel comes down by The Judge!

Tazz: This isn’t good for Jordi Warner right now.

The Judge gets back up and looks down at the rising Warner, an angry confused
look on his face, before going to pick him up but is met with a right hand to
the gut, Warner then pushes back The Judge and levels him with a clothesline.

Cole: The Judge is completely thrown off here, he just like everybody else here
is wondering what Jordi is doing?

Warner walks over to the fallen Commandant, stands over him and begins taunting
him, before looking up and taunting the crowd. Immediately The Judge reaches up
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Cole: Jordi Warner escapes! The arrogance coming back to haunt him.

The Judge quickly pounces on Warner grabbing his legs and locking in the
sharphooter.

Cole: How do you Plead Jordi Warner!!

Warner screams in pain and scrambles to grab the rope, but falls just short, and
begins crawling inch by inch to the ropes, goes to grab them but the crowd cheer
as The Judge pulls Warner back into the centre of the ring.

Tazz: No place for Jordi Warner to go!

Warner slumps down, but rises again and makes an effort to reach the opposite
ropes, and makes contact with the bottom rope.

Cole: The Judge extending the courtesy not shown to him by Jordi Warner with the
clean break here.

Tazz: Yeah but how much was taken out of Jordi Warner with that one!?

The Judge raises Warner and lands a stiff chop to the chest of Jordi who backs
into the corner before replying with a chop of his own but is matched by The
Judge who smacks another chop to Warner, who covers up allowing Commandant to
land a boot to the mid section of Warner and taking him down with a spinning
neck breaker.

The Judge pop back up and signals to the crowd.

Cole: Uh oh you know what’s coming next.

The Judge lifts Warner into a powerbomb position before dropping down into a
piledriver.

Tazz: Good God The Judge Destroyer from Commandant!!

Cole: Did that do it….


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The crowd ooohs at the near fall.

Tazz: Damn that was close.

Cole: A near escape for Jordi Warner.

The Judge goes to pick up Jordi but is met with a low blow.

The crowd boo as Warner protests his innocence to the referee.

Cole: Dammit a low blow from Jordi Warner.

Tazz: Why would he do this Cole, he said he wanted this match out of respect,
but that’s not what he showed The Judge there!

Warner gets up groggily and lifts The Judge up dropping him crotch first onto
the top ring rope.

Cole: Jordi now climbing the turnbuckle facing The Judge I think we know whats
coming next and it isn’t good news for The Judge that’s for sure.

Warner leaps off the turnbuckle with a spinning heel kick, knocking The Judge
off the ropes to the mat.

Cole: Group Therapy from Jordi Warner.

Tazz: Devastating series of offence from Warner, he is looking to put The Judge
away right now!

Warner waits for The Judge to get up to before striking with a right hand, which
knocks The Judge backwards but he still stands.

Jordi nails The Judge again, knocking him down to one knee, but Commandant gets
up and beckons Warner again, who swings and knocks The Judge to the mat with a
right hand.

Tazz: Good God this is hard to watch.

Cole: The Judge is still alive though Tazz!

Commandant slowly gets up and staggers to stand in front of Jordi before placing
his hands behind his back.

Cole: What is The Judge doing?!

Tazz: Hes offering Jordi a free shot!

Jordi Warner lunges forward with a clothesline but The Judge ducks and grabs the
turning Warner by the throat, before lifting him up into a Gorilla Press Slam.

Tazz: Look at the strength being shown by The Judge!!

Commandant drops Jordi onto his shoulder before driving him to the mat with the
running powerslam.

The crowd go wild as The Judge signals for the end.

Cole: Hes going for it!

Commandant picks up Warner and hooks him into the pedigree position, before
driving him into the mat.

Cole: Guilty As Charged! He got it!




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Cole: No I don’t believe it, the kickout from Jordi Warner!!

Tazz: How did he escape, how are they still going?!

The Judge crawls to the centre of the ring whilst Jordi struggles to exit the
ring. Commandant suddenly spots this and goes to bring Warner back in, who is
standing on the apron.

Cole: The Judge trying to retrieve Jordi but receives a shoulder to the gut for
his troubles!

Commandant stumbles back whilst Jordi springboards off the ropes towards The
Judge who drops to one knee allowing Warner to land crotch first onto it.

Tazz: Oh my God he went for Jennys Cryin but he is the one crying now after that
landing.

The Judge grabs the doubled over Jordi Warner and plants him to the mat with a
pedigree.

Cole: He still has him hooked!

Commandant lifts Warner again and drives him to the mat with a second pedigree.

Tazz: Hes gonna end it once and for all!!

The Judge lifts him again yells to the crowd and drops him again, this time with
the Sitout Pedigree.

Cole: Guilty As Charged!! Into the cover again!!


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Cole: That’s it!! Its over!!

Tazz: Oh man what a battle between these two.

Tony Chimell: Here is your winner by pinfall, The Judge!!


Haunted by Evanescence plays through the arena as the crowd cheer The Judge who
rises to his feet, and salutes before dropping down to crouch in the corner.

Cole: What will be the fallout from this.

Jordi Warner struggles to get to his feet, aided by the ropes before The Judge
rises and walks over to him.

Tazz: This might not be over yet.

Cole: The match is over, but these two might still go at it here!!

The Judge extend his hand to Jordi who glances to the crowd before shaking it to
the delight of the crowd

Tazz: A show of sportsmanship…wait a minute.

The Judge goes to turn but Jordi holds on to Commandant, before pulling him
closer and embracing him in the centre of the ring to the crowds applause.

Cole: Well it was a rocky path, but in the end we get the show of respect the
two men wanted to display.

Jordi raises the hand of The Judge as they both circle the ring, the crowd
chanting for both men.

Tazz: Well Cole, with the brutality that awaits in the Elimination Chamber, this
will be a rare sight here at SummerSlam.

The Judge and Jordi Warner both exit the ring and walk up the ramp slapping the
hands of the fans as the music continues to play throughout the arena.

[Darkstar]

Cole: And now Tazz its the moment we have all been waiting for.

The following contest is the ELIMINATION CHAMBER MATCH FOR THE TWOSTARS CHAMPIONSHIP!

The crowd cheers.

Tony: Now here are the rules, Earlier today the six superstars entering the Elimination Chamber drew numbers at Random, those numbers where then used to determine which two superstars are going to be starting this match and which four superstars are going to be locked inside of the Chambers!

Tony: When all Six Superstars are inside of the Elimination Chamber, the bell will ring which will start a five minute countdown, when the countdown reaches Zero, a Chamber will be opened at Random and that Superstar will then enter into the match.

Tony: Elimination can occur via Pin fall or Submission… The last man standing when all other Superstars have been eliminated will then be the TWOStars Champion!

The crowd cheers loudly as they prepare for the upcoming match. “Tear Away” by Drowning Pool hits and the crowd begins to cheer loudly, the lights go dim, and a noose appears on the canvas through the top of the Chamber as DC makes his way to the ring, scowling at all who are in attendance... before climbing through the door and climbing through the ropes, walking over to the corner and looking at the audience, he walks around the ring and over to one of the corners.

Cole: Our first man out, and thus not one of the first men in the cage.

Tazz: Well done for working that out, genius.

The Drowning Pool song fades out and the crowd noise dies down in anticipation - "Serial Thrilla" by The Prodigy begins to play through the PA system – the crowd explodes with cheers as a spinning, red radiation symbol appears on the Tron.

Cole: What a reaction, and Banner hasn’t even appeared yet.

The lights in the arena dim, dry ice seeps out from the entranceway and the ramp is bathed in eerie, deep blue light. Banner steps out onto the entrance ramp, head bowed and covered by the hood of his blue and red boxing robe. He slowly spins around, arms outstretched, to reveal that the back of the garment is emblazoned with his symbol.

Tazz: Look at that freak, and why do these idiots insist on cheering him?

Cole: He’s a definite fan favourite, no matter what you think.

As he makes his way to the ring he shrugs his shoulders and cracks his neck like a boxer as he psyches himself up for his match. Stepping up through the Chamber door, he pulls the hood back to reveal his face to another cheer from the capacity crowd.
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He enters the ring between the top and middle ropes and proceeds to pace like a caged tiger before walking to another of the corners and entering the cell.

Cole: And there’s another man who will be entering the Chamber after a timed period, but I wonder which position.

Banner’s entrance music fades away and the crowd hush once more - "Ride the Lightning" by Metallica hits the speakers and the crowd begins to boo loudly.

MC: Here comes the man who has been proclaiming his victory.

Tazz: Haven’t they all?

MC: Well, yes, but he;s been more vocal than most.

Gower walks out through the curtain drawing in the crowd reaction. The Future begins his descent towards the ring, ignoring the audience's booing and jeering as he continues on his journey.

MC: The crowd certainly don’t appreciate him.

Tazz: They don’t know talent when they see it.

BG gets to ringside, where he skips from side to side to more LOUD booing from the crowd. Gower jumps into the Chamber via the door, which cause a LOUD pyro to shoot off from the entrance way. Gower steps through the middle ropes as his music fades out. He enters one of the two remaining cells.

MC: That’s three of the four entrants in those bullet proof cells.

Tazz: Yeah right, they’re bullet proof.

The first notes of “Gets This Money” by R. Kelly and Jay-Z begins to play and the crowd continue to boo after Gower’s entrance - the lights go on and pyro shots off as MDM strut out onto the stage. Eagles taunts the crowd as he makes his way to the ring, the Million Dollar Man jumps through the Chamber door, he slides under the bottom rope and immediately runs to a corner where he jumps to the second rope and taunts the crowd to louder booing.

Cole: There’s Gower’s running partner, but it looks like he’s not going to one of the cells.

Tazz: You’re a fountain of knowledge tonight.

Eagles’ music fades away as “You don't see the signs” by Mark B and Blade begins to play – the crowd EXPLODES with booing as the first member from the Future will be next out.

Cole: Here comes the biggest man in this contest.

Tazz: And also the most dominant – there’s very few people who can match him for strength.

Cole: So who is your choice then?

Tazz: Isn’t it obvious? Gringo has Holt on his side, so he’ll be retaining without any problem.

Cole: At least one of the Future will be starting, so it’ll be a long battle for them.

The Incredible One walks towards the ring, ignoring the crowd, he steps cleanly up onto the caging and through the gate, he steps over the top rope and into the ring, he stares across at Eagles impassively, seemingly sizing him up, but at the same time just looking at him like he’s not a worthy opponent.

Holt’s music fades out as Big Greenie just stands there at the ropes as “Swamped” by Lucana Coil hits the speakers and the crowd’s booing increases, if that’s possible.

Tazz: And here comes THE Champion – he is the most impressive Champion that I’ve ever seen.

The lights dim and the crowd buzz as the entrance music booms through the in house speakers.... Brooding dark red and green lights flash and spiral around the ramp and ring and pyro explodes as the Evil Gringo emerges from the back, eyes full of rage, ready for war with his Mamcita, Becki standing proudly behind her man...

Cole: Do the lights dim for everybody?

Tazz: I have no idea what you mean.

Cole: How many people have the lights dimmed for?

Tazz: I know that your lights are dim.

Gringo begins his descent, Becki walks behind him, waving at the crowd, the Champion gets to ring-side, or rather Chamber-side, he hops in through the cage door and rolls to his feet, he quickly enters the last cell.

The referees lock the Chamber door and slide the cell doors closed – the 4 restrained contestants, leaving Holt and Eagles inside the ring. Gringo’s music fades away and the crowd begin to cheer at the beginning of the match.

Cole: We’re about to get underway.

Tazz: This won’t last long, with Holt taking Eagles to pieces.

Cole: Although I have no real love for him…

Tazz: That’s because you love the Backstreet Boys.

Cole: Eagles is a great competitor.

Tazz: Sounds like you do have love for him.

The time keeper rings the bell to begin the match, Eagles pulls himself away from the ropes and slowly begins to circle – Holt steps forwards into the centre of the ring, shakes out his muscular arms and follows Eagles’ movements just by turning his head.

Tazz: Look at the size of Holt – he’s a monster.

Cole: Eagles weighs almost as much, but is ten inches shorter.

Tazz: Are you calling Eagles a fat b@stard?

Cole: Erm, no, I didn’t say that.

Tazz: Sounds like you did.

MDM charges forwards to tie up Holt, but the big man just brushes him aside, Eagles turns and charges forwards again for a clothesline, this staggers Holt back one step, but Big Greenie regains his balance easily before catching the Re-Evolution member with an incredibly stiff right hand sending Eagles staggering backwards.

Tazz: Look at the power – Holt may well be unstoppable.

Eagles recovers quickly, charges forwards once more but is met by a quick boot to the gut, Holt take advantage of this by short-whipping MDM back into a short arm clothesline which sends the Re-Evolution member to the mat.

Holt reaches down to try to pick Eagles up and continue the assault, but the smaller man lunges upwards with an elbow into the monster’s gut. CE is quickly back to his feet – the staggered Holt tries to gain the advantage again with another kick, but the foot is caught and Eagles sends the big man down to the mat with a well executed dragon screw.

Cole: Christopher Eagles managing to get some offence in here.

Tazz: It won’t last for long. Holt is just too damn strong.

Eagles quickly drops down for the cover, but Holt kicks out before the one count. Quickly back to his feet, MDM backs away a step and as Holt begins to get back to his knees he’s met with a knee lift to the face.

CE presses the attack with another knee, but the leg is blocked and the big man explodes forwards with a stiff shoulder block which sends Eagles back into the ropes – Holt easily presses the advantage by whipping the smaller man across the ring and into the corner.

Tazz: Here we go – The Incredible will now live up to his name.

TIC calmly walks over to the slumped Eagles in the corner, he lifts him up slightly and hits a HUGE clubbing blow to the top of the Re-Evolution member’s head – Eagles collapses to the mat and his partner begins to thump on the glass of his cell to try and rouse his companion.

Cole: Gower is looking frustrated at Eagles being destroyed by Holt.

Tazz: Wouldn’t you be? But there’s nothing he can do.

Holt drags Eagles up into a bent-over position and begins to pound mercilessly onto the small of his back, MDM drops to his knees but Holt continues the barrage of blows.

Eagles makes a valiant effort to get away, but inside the Chamber there is seemingly so escape – rolling under the bottom rope and onto the metal floor he tries to get some space, but Holt just steps over the ropes after him.

Tazz: Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide – you have GOT to love the Elimination Chamber.

Holt easily picks Eagles up, lifts him high above his head and tosses the smaller man across the ring and into one of the cells, he slams into the bullet-proof glass and collapses onto the unforgiving metal floor – the crowd boo at the display of strength.

On the tron the count-down shows up, it starts at 10 seconds.

Cole: And the first person is about to be released – but who will it be?

Tazz: I don’t really care – it’ll just give somebody else for Holt to destroy.

Crowd: TEN, NINE, EIGHT.

Gower continues to thump on his cell wall, trying to rouse his running-mate.

Crowd: SEVEN, SIX, FIVE.

The lights dim and a spotlight flashes around the four cells, it slows to move around them randomly.

Crowd: FOUR, THREE, TWO.

The spotlight slows to a crawl, changing between the cells as it appears to come to a halt.

Crowd: ONE!

The buzzer sounds and Gringo’s cell is highlighted to a ENORMOUS boo from the crowd. The lights come back up as the refs scramble to open the cell door.

Tazz: This is off-da-hook! The Future members can destroy all opponents as they come out into the Chamber.

Gringo slowly walks out of his cell as the door is slid aside – he moves over to the ropes and yells towards Big Greenie, Holt nods, pulls Eagles upright before lifting him high above his head again, the big man tosses MDM into the middle of the ring as Gringo leaps, launches himself off of the ropes with a springboard legdrop across Eagles’ chest.

Cole: This doesn’t look good for Eagles, he’s going to be double teamed here.

Tazz: No sh1t Sherlock.

EG casually covers Eagles, but grins as he picks a shoulder up almost immediately – he pulls MDM up into an almost upright position before scooping him up and dumping him across his thigh with a back breaker – Holt has stepped over the ropes and walks back towards the action.

The Champion picks up Eagles and holds him for the Silent Destroyer who charges forwards and almost decapitates the smaller man with a clothesline of epic proportions – Gower is in his cage going insane at the double teaming – once more Gringo does a mock cover and raises the shoulder before anybody could even begin to count.

Cole: Look at Barry Gower – he looks like he’s trying to bust out.

Tazz: He’d only be walking into a world of hurt.

Gringo gets up, casually walks to the corner and climbs to the top as Holt rests in a corner – he hops onto the top of DC’s cage, the Hangman looks up in disgust as EG looks around with an evil grin on his face, he leaps with a Gringoifier from the top of the cell to a HUGE boo from the crowd – watching this, Gower seemingly goes insane with rage and pounds on the glass, to an ENORMOUS “ooooh” from the crowd he smashes one of the glass sides open and explodes out of the cell.

Tazz: That is Off Da Chain! I don’t think anyone has broken out of one of those cells before.

Cole: It’s bullet proof glass, so Barry Gower’s blows must be stronger than a bullet.

A surprised Holt turns and begins to reach for Gower, catching hold of him he drags the Future of the Industry back towards him, catching him under the arms and popping the hips, Gower hits a picture perfect belly to belly suplex sending Holt over the ropes and into the chain link on the side of the chamber.

Inside the ring Gringo has covered Eagles – the referee counts the pinfall.

ONE!

Cole: I don’t think Gower will be in time to save his partner.

TWO! Quickly back to his feet, Gower charges towards the ring, he leaps over the top rope towards the Champion and his downed running mate.

Tazz: I’d put my money on the Champ pinning him.

THREE! The timekeeper rings the bell as Gringo rolls out of the way of Gower who lashes out with a vicious kick – EG is quickly back to his feet and avoids another kick form Gower, outside the ring Holt is using the Chamber wall to get back to his feet, but it’s clear that he’s been busted open by his impact with the Chamber wall – BG manages to get his hands onto Gringo, he sets him up ready for a vertical suplex as Holt explodes through the side of the ring, slamming into Gower’s back with a diving spear through the ropes.

The referee quickly rolls the eliminated Eagles out of the Chamber.

Tazz: What a move – I think Holt just saved Gringo from a world of pain.

Using this respite, Gringo begins to lay some stiff kicks towards Gower who does his best to cover up, Holt slowly gets back to his feet, puts his hand on his head and then looks and his blood covered palm, wiping the blood down his front he approaches his partner, trying to motion something to Gringo who stops his assault to understand his partner, this gives Gower some time to recover and use the ropes to get back to his feet.

Tazz: These two can run rough-shod over the whole event now.

Cole: But what if Gower wasn’t the next to be released, doesn’t that mean that somebody else is about to come out.

As if the prophetic words spurred on the count-down, the 10 second count-down appears on the tron, the crowd begin to count along with it once more.

Crowd: TEN! NINE! EIGHT!

Ignoring the counter, Gringo approaches Gower, whipping him towards TIH, Holt tries for a clothesline but BG uses the additional momentum of the whip to launch himself with a flying elbow to the face of the Silent Destroyer.

Crowd: SEVEN! SIX! FIVE!

Gringo has a shocked look on his face as Gower begins to pound on the downed ex-tag champ. The lights dim and the spotlight flicks between the three cells, two of which are occupied.

Crowd: FOUR! THREE! TWO!

The light slows as it flicks between the competitors.

Crowd: ONE!

The buzzer sounds as the spotlight stops on Banner’s cell – a HUGE cheer goes up as the cell opens and The Brutal One explodes out of the cell, he charges towards Gringo and hits him with an elbow charge over the top rope – Gringo goes down faster than Keith Jaxx in Michael Cole’s dressing room.

Cole: This could well save Gower from a double beating.

Tazz: I have complete confidence in Holt and Gringo.

Gower tries to continue his attack but Holt manages to roll him off with a swinging blow from his flailing forearms – Banner steps over the ropes and tries to approach Gringo, but he’s floored with a low-blow from the Champ.

Cole: Look at that despicable act.

Tazz: It’s all legal in the Chamber.

Getting to his feet, Holt stops a wild kick from BG, charging forwards with a clothesline attempt he’s caught and twisted into an arm drag from Gower – across the ring Gringo slowly walks forwards towards Banner, he reaches down for him but Banner is still too fresh, catching the Evil One’s head he hits a jaw breaker.

Staggered backwards Gringo stumbles against the ropes, Banner charges forwards but EG was faking the amount of injury and catches The Brutal One in a drop toe hold which slams The Brute’s throat into the middle rope, he slumps to the floor holding his neck as Gringo dives on to tie Banner up with a submission.

Cole: What a stroke of bad luck for Banner – landing on the rope like that would normally get Gringo disqualified.

Tazz: The Champion is using every weapon at his disposal, and the ring happens to be one of them.

Gower is back to his feet as he tries to pull Holt more upright, attempting to lock in the double underhook, obviously preparing for The Invention, but Holt manages to back drop The Master of Pain out over the ropes and onto the unmoving metal flooring.

Banner tries to hold his throat as EG locks in the Gringo Lock – the Brute has no option but to tap or he’ll lose consciousness, the referee signals for the timekeeper who rings the bell once more.

Tazz: He didn’t last long.

Cole: What do you expect after having his throat dropped onto the rope like that.

Tazz: It certainly looked painful.

Holt staggers backwards towards the ropes as he looks over at the downed Gower – BG is holding his back as he tries to get to his feet, noticing that Holt is trying to recover, Gower charges towards with a stiff forearm to the side of Big Greenie’s head, Holt staggers sideways, but Gower is met by a dropkick from the now free Gringo – he slams into the side of the cell near him with a loud clang.

Tazz: Back to the double teaming – I can’t see Gower surviving this.

Cole: I hate to agree with you, but I don’t see how else this can go.

Gringo is quick to step through the ropes as Gower staggers back away from the cell, as BG tries to shake out some of the cobwebs he’s met with a bulldog from the Champion which slams his face into the cold, hard steel of the Chamber floor – the crowd boo loudly as Gringo gets back to his feet with his arms raised.

Cole: Look at the arrogance.

Tazz: When you’re that damn good, why not be arrogant?

Holt has wiped some of the blood from his face and tries to regain his footing, he shakes out his head and looks over at his running mate who is now stomping on Gower’s exposed head – TIH grunts loudly towards Gringo who nods and rolls BG under the bottom rope into the ring, quickly following EG drags Gower back to his feet.

Once more the ten second count-down appears on the screen, the crowd begins to chant along with the seconds, hoping that Cage will be released to even the numbers.

Crowd: TEN! NINE! EIGHT!

Cole: If The Hangman is released now, this could be bad news for Gringo and Holt.

Tazz: Bad news as in more of a delay before victory?

Cole: Well, both men must be getting exhausted, and Cage will definitely be fresh.

Gringo whips Gower towards Holt who catches BG in motion, lifts him high and slams him HARD into the mat with an Arn Anderson-esque spine buster – the ring shakes with the blow as the crowd erupts with booing once more.

Crowd: SEVEN! SIX! FIVE!

The lights dim as the spot-light bobbles back and forth between Gower’s empty cell and Cage’s – The Hangman look expectantly at Gringo, he obviously can’t wait to get his hands on the man who has cheated so many victories of late. Holt drops down to cover Gower, the ref appears to be counting along with the crowd’s chants, but one second ahead of them.

Crowd: FOUR! THREE! TWO!

Once more the light slows as the referee’s hand lands for a third count, he signals for the timekeeper to ring the bell for the next elimination.

Cole: What bad timing for Gower – a few seconds later and Cage might have given him enough time to recover.

Crowd: ONE!!!

The spotlight stops on Cage’s cell and the crowd EXPLODES with cheering – pushing the cell door aside, the Hangman is quickly through the ropes and he charges towards Gringo, taking down the Champ with a running forearm. Turning towards the now rising Holt he levels the big man with a clothesline.

Cole: Cage is a house-a-fire.

Tazz: And we all know what happens to those – they get burned out.

Turning back towards Gringo, as the Champ gets back to a semi-vertical base he’s levelled again with the Airdrie Boot – he’s about to turn around to continue the assault when Holt bursts forwards, slamming Cage into the corner with his shoulder in the Hangman’s gut.

Ramming his shoulder home a few more times, dragging him slightly away from the corner then only to ram him back into the turnbuckle pads with an amazing display of strength.

Tazz: It won’t be long now – these two will make short work of Mr Cage.

Cole: Cage is a lot fresher, but not much can overcome a 2 on 1 assault.

Gringo has gotten back to his feet, he backs away and lets Holt continue the assault – after a few more pounds onto Cage’s chest Gringo yells something across the ring, Holt acknowledges the command and in one swift motion he whips The Hangman across the ring – Gringo begins his run across the ring and leaps, hitting a perfect running shining wizard to Cage’s head which takes the Hangman down.

Cole: That was one hell of a move.

Tazz: You got that right, but what else do you expect from our Champion?

Gringo goes for the cover and the crowd count along with the ref…

ONE!

Tazz: This’ll be the end, and then Gringo can get Holt to lay down for him.

TWO!

Cole: Come on Draven, kick out!

THRE… Cage manages to get a shoulder up to an ENORMOUS cheer from the crowd – Gringo looks shocked but doesn’t delay as he gets back to a vertical base, he is quickly to the corner as Holt comes across the ring, the big man scoops up Cage as though he weighs nothing, flips him onto his shoulder, turns around a few steps and plants him back onto the mat with a bone shuddering powerslam.

As soon as Holt rolls out of the way Gringo leaps and plants a swandive headbutt which lands on Cage’s shoulder – the Hangman rolls around holding his arm as Gringo holds onto his forehead.

Cole: I think that did as much damage to Evil Gringo as it did to Cage.

Holt comes over and drops a knee onto the damaged shoulder of Cage, he gets up and repeats the process causing the Hangman to yell out in pain. Gringo slowly gets to his feet, he shakes out his head and walks to the corner, climbing the turnbuckles he calls to Holt.

The big man turns and nods, slowly picking up Cage he staggers him a couple of times with right hands before stepping back and leaving the staggering man in the middle of the ring.

Tazz: I know what’s coming now.

To an enormous boo from the crowd, Gringo leaps with the Death Star Drop, catching Cage cleanly and taking him down to the mat – Gringo covers for the pin, but it’s almost redundant by the look of Cage.

The referee dives down for the pin as the crowd chant along.

ONE!

Cole: This doesn’t look good for Cage.

TWO!

Tazz: And here comes the end – Gringo so has this in the bag.

THREE! The crowd boo as Gringo gets to his feet, raising his arms – suddenly Holt charges at him from behind, grabbing him by the back of his trunks and the back of his neck, then ramming him shoulder first into the ring-post. The crowd is stunned into silence as Holt rams his partner’s shoulder repeatedly into the cold, hard steel.

Cole: My god, Holt has attacked Gringo and seems to be treating him with no respect.

Tazz: I have no idea why he’d do this, but I’m loving it.

Pulling Gringo out of the corner he lifts the Champion over his head and launches him head first into the side of the nearest cell – Gringo collapses to the floor as TIH steps over the ropes and onto the outside.

Cole: What an assault, I think it completely took Gringo by surprise.

Tazz: And why wouldn’t it? I think he believed he could trust Holt to have his back, not to stab it.

Holt raises Gringo, lifts him into a vertical suplex position before dropping backwards with the IncrediDDT onto the metal of the Chamber floor – the crowd ERUPTS with booing as Holt rolls over and covers the Champion. The referee drops down for the cover.

ONE!

Cole: I can’t see anybody move after that impact.

TWO!

Tazz: Not even Holt could kick out of that move.

THREE! The timekeeper rings the bell and Holt slowly gets up to his feet, he looks around at the booing crowd before spitting a mouthful of blood down onto the chest of the fallen Gringo.

Cole: What a complete show of disrespect.

Tazz: I think it showed what Holt thought of Gringo’s treatment of him.

Cole: Well folks, we have a new champion, and it’s The Incredible Holt.

Tazz: Talk about having an unbeatable champion – this monster will stand toe to toe with anybody, and I think he’ll come out on top.

MC: Thats all the time we have, see you on next weeks Xtreme TV.

Show fades to the TWOStars logo.

[Darkstar]

Credits:

TLA promo- Han
US title match- Jimmy Redman
TV title triple threat- Colin
Dante Vs C2K- Dante
The Judge Vs Jordi Warner- Paulrog
Elimination Chamber- MrFill

Putting it all together, opening video and stupid explination for the lack of tag match- Darkstar