TWOStars X-Treme TV 49 - Jan 26th 2006

[Dante]

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

'Carve me an Edge' by Fake Ideal starts to play as the XTV opening video plays. Images are displayed throughout the NEW title sequence:

Banner and Dante both dropping from the cage
The return of Barry Gower
TLA walking away from The Judge
S.E.X. unveiling Michael Cole
Michael Howell accepting Tea from Niles
The Incredible Holt plexing Evil Gringo
The New Blood destroying Twiggie
Deadman running into yet another Main Event
PMA leaving town
The Violence Bearer retaining the US title
Scott Andrews returning
Darkstar with the World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder
Redman and The Judge putting two jobbers through tables
Sickness in a dress
Eagles bribing a jobber to lay down for him
Twiggie hitting the Twiggaludo Frosion
Gringo with the Gringolock applied
The cheesy grin of Darkstar, caption photo



The arena explodes into action with a wave of pyrotechnics. The camera spins around to show all kinds of signs
TAKE THE GOWER BACK!
I'm at the wrong event.
TLA and MH3 HAVE BEAUTIFUL PURSES!

Styles-Welcome everyone to the wrestling capitol of North America, MADISON SQUARE GARDEN. And we have got a hell of a show for you tonight.

Heyman-Indeed we do Styles. Some huge matches tonight, including a Battle Royal for that covetted spot in the Royal Rumble.

Styles-Well before we kick off all that action, lets take a look at a week that was full of controversy. First the ending to the Dante vs. Michael Howell III match.

Styles-Vampiric Embrace!! Dante has the Vampiric Embrace locked in. Howell has to tap. The momentum is going to be in Dante’s favor going into RR.

Styles turns to look at Heyman and wait for a comment, but Paul’s face has a ashen hue and he says nothing.

Styles-Howell is about to tap. His hand is in the air, and….WHAT THE HELL?

Drake Rush has run to the ring from the crowd and taken out Niles with a low blow. He gets into the ring and kicks Dante in the face causing him to release the hold. The ref immediately calls for the bell. Rush continues his assault on Dante, and whips him into the ropes. Howell has used the ropes and gotten to his feet on the side of the ring opposite where all the carnage is happening. Dante rebounds and ducks under a clothesline by Rush, only to clothesline Howell over the top onto a prone Niles. He manages to stop his momentum and turns to face Rush. They stare holes into each other neither man backing down an inch. Rush eventually leaves the ring and is backing up the ramp, taunting Dante. The Assassin calls for a mic.

Dante-You have a bad habit Rush. You like to put your nose in other peoples business. More to the point, you like to put your nose in MY business. That is a fatal error. I promise you one thing Rush, after our match, you won’t be walking. You see that fool? Dante points to Howell. He couldn’t stop me. And you sure as hell won’t be able to. I’d watch it if I were you. You never know what shadows The Assassin is lurking in!

Styles-Rush felt the need to intefere in another match. Will Dante be able to put him down at RR or will Rush be able to overcome the Eternal Opportunist? And what part will Howell have in this match?

Heyman-Not only that, but we have our contract signing where our future champ apparently forgot to show up YET AGAIN! Where the hell is this guy? Honestly? I told you Dante should have won.

Styles-I may have to agree with you there Paul, but here's our recap.

The lights in the arena dim, dry ice seeps out from the entranceway and the ramp is bathed in eerie, deep blue light. Multiple laser lights project Banner’s radiation symbol onto the rampway as it also revolves up on the Titantron.

Serial Thrilla by The Prodigy hits the PA system to a huge ovation from the North Carolinian crowd

Styles: This is the man these people came to see. This is the man that has vowed to re claim the title that he feels he has not lost. This is the man that has gold in his destiny

The crowd calm down as Banner still doesn’t appear from the back

Matthews and Patrick look to each other, bemused in the ring. The sight out of the corner of their eyes of Holt flexing his fists doesn’t appease them.

Matthews: Please welcome, Brett Banner

Again the crowd cheer in anticipation but again, nothing from the back

Heyman: I think you’ll find Styles, this is the man who yet again hasn’t shown up to work. This is the man who doesn’t seem to know where he’s meant to be on a Thursday night

Styles: Where the hell is he?

Patrick and Matthews again exchange looks as Holt grabs the contract from the table, signing his name

“WE WANT BANNER” starts to ring around the arena but the crowd are left instead with King Holt slamming the clipboard into the chest of Matthews as he makes his way across the ring, through the ropes and onto the arena floor

Heyman: I hope Banner has a good reason for this because that is one angry man in a suit

Holt continues up the ramp as “You don’t see the signs” accompanies his angry complexion up the ramp

Styles: Man he looks pissed off

Heyman: Wouldn’t you be, his best suit all for nothing!

Styles-Well we're getting word that Grisham is in the loading area waiting for Banner to arrive. Todd can you hear me?

Cut to a camera in the back, showing Grisham, bundled up for the cold New York Winter, holding a mic.

Grisham-Yes Joey I can hear you. I'm currently awaiting our former champ, Brett Banner. So far I've not seen a trace of him, but we'll keep you posted as the night goes along.

Cut to Main Event promo.

[Rog]

Back from Main Event Promo

The camera cuts to a picture of an empty, darkened arena, where a single chair is placed in the middle of a deserted ring.

HISTORY…IT IS MADE WITH EACH PASSING DAY, EVERY SECOND WE BREATHE DETERMINES WHO WE ARE AND WHAT WE HAVE ACCOMPLISHED. HISTORY DICTATES WHAT HAS BEEN AND WHO HAS COME BEFORE, CHRONICALING THE HIGHS AND LOWS OF HUMAN ACHIEVMENT. BUT OFTEN A CHANCE IS PRESENTED TO US THAT SHOWS THE WORLD WHAT WE ARE CAPABLE OF, THE CHANCE FOR REDEMPTION, THE CHANCE FOR GLORY AND THE OPPORTUNITY OF A LIFETIME. FOR THESE MEN THIS IS THAT TIME. AFTER THIS BATTLE HAS BEEN FOUGHT THERE WILL BE ONE MAN WHO CAN HOLD HIS HEAD HIGH, VICTORIOUS IN THE KNOWLEDGE THAT HE HAS ACHIEVED WHAT OTHERS COULD NOT, PROVING HE IS THE ULTIMATE CONTENDER.

Black Dragon:The Battle Royal, the final proving ground

MDM Chris Eagles: Neither friend nor foe shall stand in my way.

Dante: I have got nothing to lose

Deadman: And everything to gain

Fabio Rossi: I’m not just another number

Evil Gringo: I am the next world champion

Draven Cage: This is my chance to show my worth

Twiggie: Or be betrayed by my own body

Darkstar: I always had to prove myself to the world

C2K: After this night I will have to prove myself no more

Boyo: This is my chance to finally let my superiority show.

Sickness: And leave a trail of bodies in my wake

Arkham: 29 runners up, and only one winner….me

Jimmy Redman: It is my destiny to become champion

The Judge: And this night has already been sealed by fate

Dante: I will stand in the shadows no more

TLA: And reach my goal on the biggest stage of them all

Scott Andrews: Over an hour of pain awaits, but I am not afraid

VVV: I am looking forward to kicking an entire rosters ass

Brett Banner: Whoever wins, it doesn’t matter, It will be a noble quest, just to lose to me.

The Incredible Holt stares intently at the camera.

Drake Rush: Get real comfortable with that belt, because I am getting a first class ticket to dethrone your ass

Ashton Butcher: And on the biggest stage of them all, the biggest star of them all will shine

Barry Gower: And hold my head high, because I know I can do it

Tom Trash: I believe I can do it.

Arron Winter: I have no doubts

Red Scorpion: I will show no mercy

Evil Gringo: No backing down

Michael Howell III: No retreat

Brett Banner: Let’s get it on.

The lights come up around the ring blinding the camera...

TWOStars presents Battle Royal, live and exclusively on Pay Per View

[Boyo]

Dark Alliance locker room, the crowd boos. Sickness is playing with some Sticklebricks, trying to make versions of Boyo and Sickness. Boyo is receiving a massage on his left knee from a very attractive dark-haired latina vixen.

Sickness: Mr Boyo, do you have any spare Sticklebricks? I'm trying to make my white t-shirt but cannot find any white Stickles.

Boyo: Let me have a look for you, Mr Sickness...

Boyo starts rummaging through his black canvas Mandarina Duck bag.

Boyo: Alas, Mr Sickness, I have no white Sticklebricks. What about you, Eva? Do you have any white Sticklebricks for Mr Sickness over there?

Eva puts her hand in her handbag and pulls out a couple of white Sticklebricks and pouts at Sickness.

Eva: Heeeeere yoo go, Meeeester Seekness...

Sickness: Thanks Mr Eva.

Eva continues to massage Boyo's left knee. One rub too hard and Boyo winces.

Eva: Does eet hurt when I do theeese, Meeester Boyo?

Boyo: It sure does, Mr Eva. It has been giving me jip ever since we utterly annihilated Mr Jaxx and Mr Ark last week. It should be ok though.

Sickness: Look! Mr Boyo! I've finished!!

Sickness proudly shows off two rather naff Boyo and Sickness figurines made out of Sticklebricks. Boyo applauds.

Boyo: Very good, Mr Sickness - but you haven't finshed, have you?

Sickness: Haven't I?

Boyo: What about your t-shirt? It's not completey white is it? Where are the blood stains?

Sickness grins and as quick as a flash, slashes at his tongue with a flick-knife. He then starts to bleed profusely all over his Sticklebrick figures.

Boyo (whispering to Eva): Seriously, he's going to take his own eye out one day...

Eva nods discreetly. Suddenly, from out of nowhere:

Boyo (singing):
When I was just a baby Boyo,
I asked Mr Mother
What will I be?
Will I be pretty?

Eva: Yep

Boyo: Will I be sweet?

Eva: Yep

Boyo: Here's what she said to me.
Hey Boyo, Boyo
Whatever will be, will be
You are going to one day be
The World Champion

Eva: The World Champion?

Boyo: The World Champio-OOOOON! Mr Eva, get him a paper towel.

Boyo smirks as Sickness bleeds dangerously all over the Dark Alliance locker room.

Fades to...

[Omega]

Fade to a dark room in an unkown location. We can see pipes and various bits of backstage detritus lit by some emergency lighting whioch flickers occasionaly.

The camera picks it's way through the debris alopng a tight, winding corridor and we begin to hear the sound of a mans voicetalking softly but indistincly in the distance.

As the camera rounds a corner we see Arron Winter sat on a chair. He's barley lit by the tiny lights on the wall. hunched over the chair he's repeating something over and over.

AW: I have no doubt. I have no doubt, I have no doubt...... No more in darkness lain, No more defeat my bain. No more my foes are slain, no more to taste my pain. I have no doubt or nor fear to keep, and thought the woods are dark deep, I have promises to keep and miles to walk before I sleep....... and miles to walk before I sleep.

'The Omega Male' Raises his head for the first time still staring dead eyed into space and then into to camera, his expression never changing. He stands slowly and breaths deeply...

AW: It all ends with me...

As he breaths these final words all the emergency lights flicker and then explode in a shower of sparks and then pitch blackness descends.

The camera fades up to a recap of the New Bloods latest incidents including the assaults on Twiggie and Evil Gringo and the interferance by Drake Rush in Dante's match last week.

[Andrew]

Xtreme TV comes back from the recap and we are in the arena when “You’re gonna pay” hits causing the crowd to give out a huge chorus of boos.

Styles: Hey!

Heyman: He’s back Styles!

The camera stays on the entrance way and after a small moment Deadman walks out onto the stage wearing a neck brace. The crowd is still booing huge.

Styles: He doesn’t look in the best of shape Paul.

Heyman: No **** Joey, just two weeks ago he was driven into the steel walkway with a Burning Hammer courtesy of Barry Gower.

Styles: I know Paul and this is the first time we have seen the Extreme Revolution Owner since that time. This is going to be interesting.

Heyman: Oh no doubt about it.

Deadman is down at ringside now and looks directly at the fans at ringside who yell at him and also flip him off, Deadman just gives out a slight smirk before walking towards the ring steps and walking up them onto the ring apron before gingerly stepping into the ring.

The crowds booing gets even louder as Deadman demands a microphone which he receives pretty quick as “You’re gonna Pay” fades out. Deadman moves into the centre of the ring and looks directly towards the fixed cameras focused on the ring.

DM: Two Weeks ago I was in one of the most brutal matches in my career when I went one on one with Barry Gower in a falls count anywhere match. Blood was spilled and bodies injured…..

Deadman looks at the ground for a second before looking back towards the cameras.

DM: That’s right, Two Weeks ago. Barry Gower injured me and left me wearing this piece of crap.

Deadman points to the neck brace and the crowd is going nuts.

Heyman: These people are animals. How dare they cheer this?

Styles: They have that right Paul.

Heyman: They also have the right to remain silent but I don’t see them doing that Joey.

DM: I was stuck in hospital for two days as my doctors did test after test making sure the damage caused wasn’t permanent and just to put all my fans minds to rest….. I’m going to be fine!

The crowd really boos now.

Heyman: Oh thank God for that!

DM: But just because I’m going to be fine, doesn’t mean I’m doing ok now because I am not. Gower is nothing more than a lunatic, he tried to take away my life by driving me into that walkway with his Burning Hammer.

The crowd cheers.

DM: Oh you like that do you?

The crowd cheers again

DM: Well you people can kiss my ass because I don’t give a **** about anyone of you….

The crowd boos again

DM: The fact of the matter is, Gower tried to end my career two weeks ago when he drove me into that steel walkway. He tried to end my career, like he ended Fill’s at King of the Ring when he drove him into the ring steps. The man is a damned psycho and he needs to be locked up.

Heyman: He speaks the truth Joey.

Styles: Well that’s your opinion Paul, I don’t think these people agree with you.

Heyman: That because they’re all idiots.

DM: But this thing….

Deadman rips off his neck brace and throws it to ringside….

DM: …. It’s not going to stop me, I might have a bad neck but you did not get the job done. You failed where I will succeed Barry Boy, I’ll take away your career and then I’ll take away your career and it’s going to start this Sunday at The Roya…… Oh ****….. This place doesn’t need a law suit does it?

Styles: Is that supposed to be funny?

Heyman: Shhhh

DM: You see this Sunday at Battle Royal Gower, I’ve gone ahead and requested another match with you because this isn’t over this is just beginning. This Sunday I’m going to beat you in that match and then I’m going onto the Battle Royal itself to take you out again because as long as I’m around, You’re never going to get a chance at a World Championship again and you can take that to the bank Barry boy.

Deadman throws the microphone to the mat and heads out of the ring as “You’re gonna Pay” hits again.

Styles: So as we just heard Ladies and Gentlemen, Deadman has requested a match against The Future this Sunday night and it’s been accepted, but I have a feeling this is not a wise move for Deadman Paul, not with his neck like it is at the moment.

Heyman: You might be right Joey but try telling that to him, He’s stubborn as hell and on a mission. A mission to get back at Gower for what he did just two weeks ago but as you said Joey, this could be a huge huge mistake for Deadman this Sunday night at Battle Royal.

Styles: Oh man, this Sunday is going to be interesting Ladies and Gentlemen, be sure to join us live on Pay Per View.

Xtreme TV fades to a Battle Royal PPV Promo.

[Rog]

Back from Battle Royal promo to the backstage area where Josh Matthews is standing by with The Judge

JM: The Judge, ever since you returned to TWOStars you have been targetted by the New Blood, bearing that in mind you face Arron Winter tonight.

The Judge: Thats almost right Josh, except for one thing. I have not been targetted by the New Blood, their cowardly attacks and gang tactics have in turn made them the target for the enforcer of law and order! These "New Blood" punks have been nothing but a thorn in the side of TWOStars since day one Josh, and I am going to eliminate them before they infect the entire company. So bear this in mind New Blood, you can hand out all the beat downs you want, but I am going to keep getting back up until the final judgment has been made, Arron Winter? You stand accused of cowardice, deciet and standing against The Judge, tonight you wil be found Guilty as Charged. And then it is on to the Battle Royal, the ultimate endurance test where all law is thrown out the window, does that put me at a disadvantage. Absolutly, but so to does it put the entire roster at a disadvantage. Because I know the price and pain of betrayal, and come Battle Royal, there will be no friends no allies just enemies standing in the way of the prize, a shot at the World Heavyweight Title, a title that I not only want, but need in order to lay down the ultimate justice on TWOStars as the champion!!
Oh and The Lonely Avenger? Dont think I have forgotten about you, becasue come Battle Royal, theres going to be nowhere to run and nowhere to hide,and I will make you pay for what you did, because The Judge doesnt forgive and The Judge doesnt forget.

JM: Lets head back to the ring for more action.

[Telf]

We return to the normal front ringside position. Joey Styles has left his normal seat at the announce desk and is stood with mic in hand in the centre of the ring. The crowd breaks into a very mild “E-C-W” chant

STYLES: Welcome back to Xtreme TV from right here in Madison Square Garden! We are just 3 days away from Battle Royal. Three titles and a chance to wrestle for the World Heavyweight Championship at the biggest stage of them all are up for grabs. So at this time, I’d like to introduce to you, the man who will defend his title this Sunday against the number one contender, Christopher Eagles. Ladies and Gentlemen… along with his fellow Future affiliate, Tazz… He is the Violence Bearer and the current TWOstars United States Champion…Violent Vinnie Vengeance!

“Violence Fetish” by Disturbed rattles through the PA system

The majority of fans in New York City erupt in a chorus of boo’s at the mention of Triple V. However, this is MSG, so a small majority cheer in respect of the long running superstar

Tazz comes through the curtain first, dressed eloquently in a smart, loose grey suit, patented shades running across his thick cheeks. Vengeance steps through shortly after. The stocky man from Brooklyn shrugs off the raging fans at ringside, whilst the Violence Bearer drags the coveted United States Championship down the steel girded ramp way. Tazz ascends the steps and enters through the ropes with the big six foot eight monster easily stepping over the top. The Voice of the Future goes straight over to Styles as they face each other. The Violent One stands beside them, towering over the former ECW cohorts

Violence Fetish drowns out

STYLES: Now, Tazz. We are short 72 hours away from the Battle Royal. In addition to defending the United States Championship this Sunday; your man faces many others, competing for that coveted spot in tonight’s over-the-top Battle Royal… your thoughts on Triple V’s chances?

The master of the katahajeme snatches the mic out of the announcer’s hand, bringing it to his lips

TAZZ: Styles, lets get one thing perfectly clear. When it’s comes down to The Violence Bearer and The Future, nothing happens by chance. The fate of this company and its superstars is held in the palms of one man, the top dog, Darkstar. Everything he does is thoughtfully and carefully planned out, and it’s the responsibility of guys like The Incredible Holt and Vinnie Vengeance to carry out these plans. And as it stands… the plan is to have Triple V win tonight’s battle royal, win the match this Sunday and head to Wrestlemania to face the new World Heavyweight Champion

STYLES: With regards the World Heavyweight Championship, who do think will walk way with the strap after Battle Royal?

TAZZ: Like I said Styles. Everything we do is planned out from start to finish. Holt has a plan for this Sunday, and with out spoiling the outcome, you can bank on an all Future main event at Wrestlemania

(Voice over)

HEYMAN: Yes! Buy rates through the roof! Vengeance and Holt at Wrestlemania! God, I’m about to cream myself!....... What?...... Oh, I mean…… What a match that’ll be!

TAZZ: It’s all about The Future, whether it be tonight, this Sunday or Wrestlemania. The Future’s bright. But how about we step back in time a little, huh? Last week, Chris Eagles decided to finally pay us some respect and keep his ass outta Vinnie’s match last week. Good move, Chris, because if you had brought yourself anywhere near that ring, you’d be watching Battle Royale from your hospital bed instead of competing for the United States Championship. But the simple fact remains, either way, you ain’t got a chance in hell of walking out of Canada with belt. In might as well sit at home, write out a cheque for a couple of thousand bucks, give Reggie Park a call and get him to make a replica of this belt (pointing at Triple V’s US title) because that’s about as close you’ll ever get to this title whilst it’s around the waist of The Violence Bearer

Oh, what’s that I hear you say? – “But I’ve already beaten Vengeance”? Last time you got lucky Chris, you had some help. This time there is no help; there’s no Re-Evolution and there sure as hell is no Meltzer. Couple this with the fact that you’re hardly heading into Battle Royal on a hot streak are ‘ya? I mean, last week it only took a couple of minutes for some new kid to pin you shoulders to the mat for a three count. Eagles, you may be the number one contender, but you’re number one on Vinnie’s hit list. And don’t think you’re safe until Sunday, because if you do show your face in that ring tonight for the over-the-top challenge, Triple V will quite happily ensure that the next cheque you write will be to your surgeon to repair those two broken legs you’ll have! Think about this, is the United States Championship really worth it? Because let me tell ‘ya, it is to this man. This Sunday, you get your chance to prove to the world what you’ve got, the only thing standing in your way is a six foot eight, two hundred and ninety five pound wrecking machine who has a fetish for Violence…………… See you in 3 days, rich boy

Tazz slams the mic down to the mat as Vengeance’s music hits once again inside the Garden

HEYMAN: The Violence fetish continues here tonight. Triple V will be just one of eleven men who battle it out for that coveted spot in the Rumble. Next stop, Battle Royal!

Cut to highlights of that devasting Burning Hammer to Deadman from weeks ago

[Drake]

Back from commercials

We see the New Blood in their dressing room. Ashton can be seen laying in a leather couch and also Arron Winter can be seen getting ready for his upcoming match against The Judge.

Drake starts to talk to someone, but the person he is talking to can't be seen as he is outside the camera frame. Red Scorpion is alongside Drake.

Drake: Well we have surpased so many obstacles since forming the New Blood, from the ups and downs in training school to causing chaos here in TWO. And tonight in the Battle Royal match, I will throw 10 superstars over the top tope and assure myself as the last entrant in the Battle Royale match this Sunday.

A distortioned voice can be heard from the man talking outside the camera frame. Red Scorpion nods in aproval after hearing the speech.

Drake: Yeah I know, first things come first. Before I win the Battle Royal match and assure myself a spot in Wrestle Manias main event I gotta take out two loosers. And those being Dante and Howell, but they will fall like a rain of Acid and will no longer exist, just like Jesus Christ himself. And like I said,

!!!!Nowone stands in my path for glory this Sunday at Battle Royale!!!!!!!

Camera cuts to the announcers table.

Styles: Wait!!!, the leader of the New Blood is........

Heyman: It can't be Styles, there no way in hell.

Camera cuts to the Royal Rumble advert including every TWO superstar.

[Rog]

Chimell: The following contest is scheduled for one fall

My Own Summer by Deftones plays across the arena.

Styles: Here we go Paul, its going to be The Judge going one on one with The New Bloods Arron Winter

Chimell: Introducing first, from Tallin Estonia, weighing in at 245lbs he is The Omega Male Arron Winter!!

Pale blue light descends on the Arena. A curtain of dry ice drifts down across the entranceway. As the music hits the first heavy guitar riff a huge gust of air blows the smoke from the entrance to reveal “The Omega Male”. With his head bowed he waits as the gust dies down and his long hair drapes by his face and his long coat is still. He then stalks his way to the ring with long patient strides,

Styles: Notice anything Paul?

Heyman: What do you mean?

Styles: Arron Winter, he is alone out there, no back up from the New Blood?

Heyman: When are you going to cut these guys some slack Styles.

Winter pauses and looks up towards the fans

Styles: Not a very receptive crowd here.

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

Omega Male jumps up onto the apron and enters the ring

Styles: What kind of match do you expect this to be Paul?

Heyman: With the kind of relationship these two guys have shown, this should just be a brutal fight,

Winter unrobes and watches the entranceway.

Haunted by Evanescence playas across the arena as the crowd comes to its feet

Styles: All rise, silence in the courtroom!

Chimell: And introducing his opponent, from Atlanta Georgia, weighing in at 275lbs he is The Judge Sid Commandant

The Judge steps out into the arena and quickly raises the sledgehammer into the air triggering a explosion of pyro behind him.

Styles: The Judge looks ready.

Commandant strides down the rampway and slaps the outstretched hands of the fans, before sliding under the ropes and facing off with Winter.

Lonely World by Limp Bizkit suddenly plays across the arena

Styles: What the?

Heyman: This isn’t good

TLA steps through the curtain wearing a referee’s shirt.

Heyman: What do you know of this Styles?

Styles: I don’t know, The Lonely Avenger is not scheduled to be a part of this match

The Judge steps over to the ropes and watches TLA make his way to the ring.

Heyman: Look at The Judge he is separating the ropes, inviting TLA into the ring!

Styles: The Judge has been waiting to get his hands on TLA ever since he walked out on Commandant during that assault by the New Blood.

TLA stands at the foot of the ring and watches The Judge.

Styles: Wait a minute Winter just blindsided The Judge!

Omega Male clubs The Judge in the back, and begins to stomp him as TLA enters the ring

Heyman: This is just plain bizarre Joey!

TLA walks over to the referee Nick Patrick and backs him into the corner.

Styles: What’s he saying to him

Heyman: Get a camera in there dammit!

Patrick backs off and steps out through the ropes, raising his hands to show that he wants no trouble.

Styles: Where is the ref going?

TLA turns and watches Winter continue to stomp The Judge, before slowly raising his arm and calls for the bell.

Heyman: And erm…I guess we are officially under way.

Styles: So The Lonely Avenger is the referee. What will The Judge make of this?

Heyman: Right now he has bigger problems to worry about.

Winter raises Commandant up and connects with a right hand followed by a boot to the gut, swings for another punch, but The Judge blocks and connects with a knee to the ribs of Winter and drives his elbow into the neck of Omega Male who steps back allowing The Judge to level him with a clothesline.

Styles: Man what a stiff opening to this match.

Heyman: But wait, The Judge is squaring off with The Lonely Avenger now.

Commandant walks straight up to TLA and gets in his face, but he doesn’t move instead pointing to the TWOStars logo on the referee shirt.

Heyman: TLA pointing out that he is the law in this match and The Judge can’t touch him
.
Styles: You talk about mind games, its like two on one out there now.

Heyman: Well The Lonely Avenger has his problems with the New Blood also.

The Judge turns and walks into a left and right hook followed by a big European uppercut

Styles: The 3 puch combo!

Omega Male then grabs The Judge and throws him over with the Exploder Suplex.

Heyman: Into the cover


One


Two


Thre


Styles: Kickout from Commandant.

Heyman: Was that count fast Joey?

Styles: No.

Heyman: Then lay off TLA and just call the action.

Styles: The Lonely Avenger must be looking for another way to screw The Judge in this match.

Winter immediately picks up The Judge and hooks both arms.

Styles: Looking for the underhook DDT

Winter goes to plant The Judge, who blocks the DDT attempt and muscles the Omega Male over into a Northern Lights suplex.

Styles: What a show of strength, The Judge using his weight advantage there.

Commandant floats over and applies the armbar looking to ground Arron Winter who rises to one knee.

Heyman: The Omega Male fighting out of it.

Styles: I still can’t believe TLA is just standing there.

Winter connects with an elbow to the gut, which loosens the hold allowing Arron to hiptoss The Judge to the mat, before bounding to the ropes, but is met with a diving shoulder block from Commandant.

Heyman: Stopped him in his tracks!

Styles: Into the cover again


One


Two


Styles: The shoulder up from Arron Winter!

TLA rises as does The Judge, both men lock eyes but neither man makes a move.

Winter nips back up and dropkicks the back of The Judge, who stumbles forward into TLA who shoves The Judge allowing Winter to roll up Commandant.


One


Two


The Judge quickly escapes but gets back in the face of TLA, Winter take advantage of this again and grabs the back of the head of The Judge planting him to the mat with a neckbreaker.

Styles: The Judge really has to focus on Arron Winter, and leave The Lonely Avenger for another time.

Winter gets back up and drops and elbow to the back of The Judge, before picking him up and shoving him into the corner.

Heyman: The Omega Male with the advantage now.

Winter begins to stomp The Judge before scooping him up and placing him onto the turnbuckles.

Styles: Arron Winter has The Judge in the Tree of Woe, this doesn’t fare well for Sid Commandant.

Winter drops to one knee and drives his shoulder into the midsection of The Judge.

Styles: No five count being administered from our official here.

Omega Male backs off and gets a running start before diving forward at The Judge who lifts himself up out of the way, allowing Winter to crash shoulder first into the ring post.

Styles: The Judge avoids the Omega Male!

Heyman: Oh man he crashed and burned with that one!

The Judge lifts himself up and handstands out of the corner, hooking the waist of Winter, pulling him out of the turnbuckles and drives him to the mat with the German suplex, before getting up and yelling to the crowd.

Styles: The Judge can feel it now!

Heyman: Come on Arron get up!

Styles: Wait a minute!

The crowd boos as Twiggie is seen running down the ramp.

Styles: Now what the hell is this?

Twiggie slides under the bottom rope but is promptly speared by The Judge who spotted him getting in the ring.

Heyman: Hey! The Judge assaulted Twiggie that should be a DQ!

Styles: Oh come on Paul, TLAs new tag team partner just happens to show up here! Give me a break!

The crowd cheers as Jimmy Redman sprints down the ramp, slides under the ropes and begins exchanging punches with Twiggie.

Heyman: Now The Judges tag team partner is in the ring, that should be a DQ!

Styles: Oh shut up Paul, The Prototype is in the ring and he is doing what he promised The Judge he would, watch his back!

Redman and Twiggie continue to brawl outside the ring as The Judge turns back to Winter but is scooped up by the Omega Male and planted with the Supernatural Driver.

Styles: Both men down, its chaos out here!

Redman and Twiggie somehow roll back into the ring, where TLA immediately lands a big boot to the head of Jimmy Redman, before grabbing him by the throat and chokeslamming him over the top rope to the floor.

Heyman: Oh my god, The Lonely Avenger just destroyed The Prototype!

Twiggie rolls out of the ring as Winter slowly gets back up dragging The Judge with him.

Styles: He is setting him up for the Nuclear Winter, he is going to end it now.

Heyman: No, The Judge escapes!

Commandant steps back and aims a superkick at the head of the Omega Male, who ducks, the kick catching TLA who drops to one knee.

Styles: Missed the target!

Heyman: I’m not sure that wasn’t intentional!

Styles: Twiggie is back in the ring! He has got a chair!

Twiggie raises the chair and cracks it over the head of The Judge who crumples down to the mat, before turning and laying out Arron Winter with the chair also.

Heyman: Twiggie just destroyed the entire ring!

Styles: What the hell does he think he is doing

Twiggie picks up Winter and drags him across the ring, laying him over The Judge as TLA watches on.

Styles: This is ridiculous!

Heyman: This is ingenious!

TLA drops to the mat and makes the count


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TLA calls for the bell as Twiggie raises the arm of The Lonely Avenger.

Chimell: Here is your winner by pinfall, The Omega Male Arron Winter!

Styles: What a crock of…

Heyman: Gold? TLA and Twiggie just showed The Judge and Jimmy Redman just who they are messing with.

Styles: This is a damn shame, we wanted to see The Judge versus Arron Winter one on one, to settle this feud, but no The Lonely Avenger and Twiggie had to ruin it with this blatant screwjob!

Arron Winter rolls out of the ring and watches the TLA, Twiggie and The Judge in the ring.

Styles: What’s the Omega Male doing.

Heyman: He is signalling to the back that’s what he is doing!

Stricken-Disturbed plays across the arena

Styles: Uh oh!

Heyman: You’re damn right uh oh! We have a potential situation here!

TLA and Twiggie stop celebrating and watch the entranceway as Ashton Butcher, Drake Rush and Red Scorpion all slowly pace down the ramp

Styles: This is not good for all four men in the ring.

Redman rolls into the ring to check on The Judge, who also groggily stands back up and watches the New Blood make their way to the ring.

The N ew Blood join Arron Winter outside the ring and begin to surround it.

Styles: This is definitely not good, they have weapons!!

TLA and Twiggie look at The Judge and Redman who return the stare, the crowd cheer as the four men stand side by side.

Styles: Look at this show of unity, TLA and Twiggie, The Judge and Jimmy Redman standing strong as one unit.

Heyman: What a damn time to get along.

The New Blood all enter the ring as all eight men face off, the crowd going crazy for the anticipated brawl.

Styles: I never thought I would see this, TLA, Twiggie, The Judge and Jimmy Redman, working together against the group that brought about the initial feud between the four men, But now!!!

TLA glances over at Twiggie who nods, both men shove The Judge and The Prototype into the New Blood and dash out of the ring, running up the entranceway.

Styles: No, no, no I don’t believe it, not again!!

The New Blood pounce on The Judge and Jimmy Redman as TLA and Twiggie watch from the ramp.

Drake Rush cracks a Kendo stick over the head of The Judge as Butcher drives the chair into the ribs of Redman

Styles: Those sons of bitches, those cowardly b*stards! What the hell are you laughing at Paul!

Heyman: I cant believe they trusted them again! They deserve to get what’s coming to them for being so stupid.

Styles: This is a damn mugging! Get someone out here!

Red Scorpion hops out of the ring and grab a table from under the apron, before sliding it into the ring where it is promptly set up by Rush.

Styles: This is just wrong.

The Judge tries to get up but is hit with the chair over the head. As Rush hits Redman with the trash can knocking The Prototype onto the table. Rush then picks up The Judge and drapes him onto the table beside Redman, as Arron Winter climbs the ropes.

Heyman: The grand finale!

Rush climbs the opposite ropes and dives off with a splash, Winter with a legdrop, both New Blood members crashing down through The Judge and Jimmy Redman and the table.

Styles: Dammit no!

Stricken-Disturbed plays as all four men celebrate in the ring, TLA and Twiggie high five before running through the curtain.

Styles: This is one of the most disgusting things I have ever seen! The Judge and Jimmy Redman have been destroyed here, and those b*stards TLA and Twiggie are going to get what’s coming to them, and I’m damn sure I can speak for The Judge and The Prototype in that regard.

The scene fades to commercials as The New Blood exit the ring, leaving the bloody Redman and The Judge in the midst of the wreckage.

Styles: Get some help out here!

Cut to ad break.

[Rog]

Back from ad break to the announce table

Styles: We are back ladies and gentlemen here on Xtreme TV, and we are going to send you now to Josh Matthews who is backstage with The Judge and Jimmy Redman, who during the break were helped to the back by EMTs after that sickening attack by the New Blood.

JM: Thank you Joey, and as you can see both men being stitched up.....

Josh is cut off as Redman shoving the medic off him and grabs the microphone, blood trickling doen his face.

Redman: New Blood? You think you are going to get away with this. Did you honestly think we were going to let this pass. You have crossed a line, but as much as we want to kick your damn asses ther is something more important to be done.

The Judge steps up behind Redman and takes the microphone, staring into the camera, pointing at the gash on his forehead

The Judge: This was the best you could give New Blood? Four on two, like a pack of dogs and this was the best you could do. (Punches himself in the head opening the cut more) Then let it bleed! Enjoy this trophy you have earned, because I will gladly spill my blood in the battle against you. This is of no importance to me. What we want to address right now is you The Lonely Avenger and Twiggie. What you two showed out there is that you indeed have no honour, you have no dignity. The New Blood, hell they are just a bunch of out of control punks but you two are much lower than that. I have a fundamental respect for everyone that is in that locker room, except you! To me you are outcasts, exiles you have no purpose, no being in my eyes! So my self and The Prototype Jimmy Redman formally issue this challenge to you. This Sunday, Battle Royal we are going to take you two out before you even set foot in the ring for the Battle Royal match. Whether you two show is another thing.

Redman: So can you do it, can you prove to us that you two have the b*lls to take a beating. Because that is what you are going to get. What happened to us out there was nothing compared to the pain you are going to experience this Sunday.

The Judge: And that is final.

The camera returns to ringside

Styles: Wow its going to be The Judge and Jimmy Redman facing off against TLA and Twiggie.

Heyman: That one is going to be brutal!

Styles: After what we have just seen, what will be the condition of The Judge and Jimmy Redman, we are going to have to wait until this Sunday.

Fade to Battle Royal promo.

[Craig Van Dam]

We are in the interview centre where Todd Grisham is standing by with Black Dragon

TG: Black Dragon, we are just 3 days away from the biggest match of your career, it will be you and Evil Gringo facing The Dark Alliance for the TWO World Tag Team Titles

BD: That's right, and I'm so excited, I cam here to TWO for two reasons, 1) to back my good buddy Gringo and 2) to win Championship gold. And so far I've come good on one of those, but so far I have not had Championship gold and at Battle Royal my big opportunity arrives. It'll be me and my favourite Gringmiester taking on Boyo and The Sickness, fellas if I was you I'd appreciate every minute between now and Battle Royal you have those belts but at Battle Royal they are going to me and Gringo

TG: That's not all, you'll be doing double duty as you will be apart of the Royal Rumble match itself, 30 men, 1 ring, 1 goal and that is get a shot at the TWO World Heavyweight Title at Wrestlemania

BD: Yes, my very first Royal Rumble match up, and what a way for this 22 year old kid from San Diego to cap off a night of glory by winning that Royal Rumble

TG: As we all know the Rumble match it every man for himself, so my next question is what if it comes down to yourself and Evil Gringo?

BD: Toddy, it goes like this, and I've told Gringo this to his face, if the opportunity arises, I will not hesatate to throw Gring out, and you know what? He said the same thing back to me. With a shot at the World Title at stake theres......................


HEY LOSER!!!!

TG: What was that?

The camera reveals Darkstar

DS: I said, hey loser!!!

BD: What the hell do you want?

DS: Just to talk to you, I had listening to your crappy little interview there and just had to interupt, you think your something huh? Just because on your first night in this company you made me tap out? Well Mr Dragon, I'm going to be man enough to give you credit, indeed you did make me tap out, but let me ask you, what have you done since then? I'll tell you what, absolutely nothing thats what.

All you've done in the past 2 months is stand behind your buddy Gringo, you come out here telling everyone you guys are going to beat my men at Battle Royal? BS, we hurt your superior buddy Gringo, leaving the weak link, that been yourself for us to take out my men will have no problem beating your ass. And to answer your claims to winning the Royal Rumble Puh-Lease, lets be honest you have 0 chance of winning. A lot of the guys in my locker room don't like Gringo but at least he's respected. You? Nobody respects you, they laugh at you

At that moment Black Dragon lashes out at Darkstar, pushing him into the wall and punching him in the face, alert TWO officals quickly intervene seperating the two men and dragging them away.

Darkstar: YOU'LL REGRET THAT.............YOU'LL REGRET THAT

We cut to..............

[Wolverine]

Back in the ring, Tony Chimel starts to introduce the match.

Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the TWOStars Television Championship.

'You're Not Alone' hits Madison Square Garden as Fabio Rossi comes out with a remote control in his hand.

Chimel: Introducing the challenger ... now residing in Belfast, Northern Ireland ... weighing at 255 pounds ... Fabio Rossi!

Rossi wastes no time in getting to the ring, throwing off his leather jacket on his way. He snatches the microphone from Chimel and starts to speak.

Rossi: Madison Square Garden. This arena has witnessed many memorable events in its long, illustrious history. For example, this is the place where Chris Benoit finally won a world title after eighteen years of miserable failure. And this is also the location where the New York Rangers won the Stanley Cup after fifty-four yea... wait a second, I think that must have been one of my dreams. The Rangers winning the Stanley Cup? It's a miracle when they actually win a match, nevermind a cup.

The majority of New Yorkers in the arena boo, although a few fans in the crowd who think that ice-hockey is for sissies give a small cheer.

Rossi: Now at Battle Royale, I've decided to change my strategy slightly. Gringo, I'm not particularly bothered about eliminating you anymore. I've got my mind on other, more important things, than you. But make no mistake, this isn't the last you've heard from me hombre. When the time is right, you'll be crying more than an audience watching an Arkham match.

A 'We want SEX' chant starts up in various parts of the arena.

Rossi: I'm sure that all you virgins want SEX, but unlike you, I've actually had it! And it certainly didn't involve Michael Cole ... hold on a second.

The Wolverine clutches his stomach and rolls out of the ring. He turns to face a female fan wearing a New Blood T-shirt and vomits all over her. Security apologises to the disgusted woman as Rossi climbs back in the ring.

Rossi: Now I feel better. That image was truly sickening, in more ways than one. Now, you see this remote control? This is a familiar object to most of you fat slobs in the audience, so I hope that I won't have to explain its purpose. Well maybe I do, taking into consideration your average IQ. This is what viewers at home use to change the channel when our TV champion appears on the screen. And I don't blame them ... I'd rather personally watch Spongebob Squarepants than Arkham! Who the hell wants to see a man who takes orders from a puppet as a champion? I am going to restore the prestige to the TV Title and ...

'Insane In The Brain' sounds over the PA system as Arkham, Jaxx and Michael Cole come out. Arkham hits himself in the head, possibly in an attempt to psyche himself up, though it's more likely that it's because he's a raving lunatic who doesn't know any better. Cole gets on the dildo mic and starts talking.

Cole: Hey guys, I hear that there's some virgins in the house tonight!

The crowd jeers loudly.

Cole: No? Well that's not too bad, I prefer men with experience. Like Fabio here, if what he said was indeed true.

The Garden fans laugh while Rossi looks like he's about to throw up again.

Cole: Yes, my boy, you said that you had performed the 'act' before ... but you never said if it was with a woman now, did you? You're just like me aren't you Fabio?

The terrified Italian starts screaming 'Women! It was with women! Don't touch me!'

Cole: Come now Fabio, there's no need to be ashamed of it. Anyway, my man here weighs in at 320 pounds and is the TV Champion ... Arkham! Fabio, my room number is 578. Don't forget it.

Jaxx grabs the mic.

Jaxx: And mine's 561 Rossi. I'll be enjoying some nice Italian tonight, if you know what I mean.

Rossi mutters to himself as Arkham enters the ring.

Styles: Well, we have ourselves a TV Title match right here. Arkham takes on Fabio Rossi in what is sure to be an exciting encounter.

Heyman: That's not the real news Styles. What has happened here is a travesty. Michael Cole and Keith Jaxx have just lied about Rossi's sexuality! How dare they?

Styles: Regardless of whether Rossi is a homosexual, and it really doesn't matter to me whether he is or not, SEX seem to have thrown him off ... he's not his usual cocky self.

Heyman: Of course he's not! Would you be if people slandered your character?

Styles: Probably not. Anyway, at Battle Royale, Arkham will go up against Scott Andrews in a grudge match that I'm really looking forward to.

Heyman: The two craziest wrestlers in the company go head-to-head on Sunday ... I can't wait to see what they do to each other!

The bell rings to signal the start of the match. Arkham and Rossi lock up in the middle of the ring. The SEX member wins the battle of strength and pushes Rossi to the corner. Jaxx blows Rossi a kiss from the other side of the ring. Slightly flustered, The Wolverine gets up and charges at Arkham but is met by a back body drop. The champion clotheslines Rossi and follows up with a military press drop. The challenger bails to the outside to take a breather. While Rossi gathers his thoughts, Cole touches the Italian's backside. Rossi screams and quickly gets back in the ring but gets nailed by a thunderous powerslam by the Insane One.

Styles: Arkham is dominating the early stages of this match, partly due to some ... unorthodox assistance by his fellow SEX members.

Heyman: This is a tragedy. How can the people cheer what is taking place here?

Arkham holds the Doctor up to his ear and nods solemnly. Rossi gets up and rushes at the champion but goes down to a boot to the face. Arkham lifts Rossi up and delivers a devastating backbreaker. He pins Rossi ...


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Rossi kicks out before the three count. Cole and Jaxx start singing The Backstreet Boys' 'I Want It That Way' on the outside. Rossi covers his ears and the distraction leaves him wide open for a chokeslam. Arkham goes into the corner to discuss his next move with the Doctor as the referee starts threating to eject SEX from ringside if they don't shut up (or least sing some half-decent music).

The Insane One picks Rossi up onto his shoulders and heads towards the turnbuckle but before he can administer the Brain Damage, Rossi manages to poke him in the eye. The opportunistic Italian drops down and kicks Arkham between the legs. Cole and Jaxx immediately stop singing and the ref turns his attention back to the match.

Heyman: Ha! Absolute genius by Rossi. That'll teach SEX to poison our hearing with that filth.

Styles: For once I agree with you Paul, that was awful! Although I don't condone Rossi's cheating while the ref's back was turned.

Heyman: It's an old cliche but it's true - it isn't cheating if you don't get caught.

The Wolverine connects with a Russian leg sweep and then a leg drop. He puts the boots to Arkham and yells to SEX ... 'Who's the queer now?' Rossi waits for his heavier adversary to rise and in an impressive feat of strength, delivers a brainbuster to the champion.

Rossi attempts to rip the Doctor from Arkham's hand but the Insane One fights furiously against it and the challenger instead kicks Arkham in the midsection. Rossi climbs on top of his opponent and starts hammering away with lethal right hands. He motions for Arkham to ascend to a standing position. When this happens, the Italian bellows 'Evil!'. One Michinoku Driver later and Rossi utters the word 'Indeed.' He goes for the cover ...


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Th ... Arkham kicked out.

The champion starts rallying with right hands, most of which are successful. However, Rossi ducks a wild swing by Arkham, goes behind him and scores with a German suplex. The challenger then locks in the sharpshooter.

Styles: We could see a new TV champion here Paul! Arkham is in a lot of pain right here.

Heyman: The agony will be too much to bear Styles. That madman is going to submit, I can feel it!

Rossi cinches the hold in tighter and Arkham writhes in agony. The champion doesn't look as if he can take anymore of this.


The Insane One lets out a deafening shriek and ...


Kicks Rossi off with such force that The Wolverine falls all the way to the outside. While the referee checks on the condition of Arkham's back, Jaxx holds Rossi's arms and motions for Cole to hit him with the dildo mic! The crowd cheer in anticipation of the use of the deadliest foreign object in sports-entertainment. Cole has difficulty picking it up due to his limp wrist but he manages it and takes a swing. However, the referee spots this and throws both members of SEX out of the ringside area! As they leave, Jaxx is clearly heard shouting 'Room 561' to Rossi.

Heyman: And good riddance too.

Styles: This dramatically improves Rossi's chances of becoming the new champion here tonight as it is now a purely one-on-one situation.

Heyman: Indeed Styles but that incident has mentally shaken Rossi. Just look at him!

The disorientated Italian climbs up on the apron and ascends the turnbuckle. The mat-based wrestler looks lost up there and Arkham throws him all the way to the centre of the ring. The Insane One puts his adversary's arms in a straight jacket position and rams him into the turnbuckle! The weakened challenger staggers about and Arkham puts Rossi's head between his legs. The champ lifts his opponent in the air ... and nails a powerbomb! He goes for the pinfall ...


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Thr ... Rossi kicked out!

Styles: As much as I dislike him, I have to give Fabio Rossi some credit. I thought the match was over there for sure.

Heyman: It's a testament to his fighting spirit Styles but I'm more interested in what Arkham will do next.

Arkham bangs his fist on the ground in frustration. He confers with the Doctor ... and a sick smile crosses the champion's face.

Heyman: Has the Doctor told him to play Twister again?

Arkham brings The Wolverine into a crucifix powerbomb position.

Styles: Not exactly ... I think he's going for the Insanity Unleashed!

Arkham lifts his opponent in the air ... but is distracted by the sudden appearance of Scott Andrews. The Shotgun has a crazed look on his face, which admittedly is how he usually looks nowadays. Rossi takes advantage of the distraction to fight out of his predicament and he nails the Time Killer! He rapidly scrambles on top of Arkham and hooks the leg as the MSG crowd chant along with the referee.


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THRE ...


Andrews has just pulled Rossi off Arkham!


Styles: Oh my God! What on earth is he doing?

Heyman: The same thing he did at Zero Tolerance, Styles. He's helping Arkham in his TV Title match!

Styles: Why?

Heyman: I don't think that Andrews quite knows himself, to be perfectly honest!

The referee calls for the bell to be rung.

Chimel: The winner of this match as a result of a disqualification, Fabio Rossi! However, as the championship can only change hands via pinfall or submission, Arkham remains your Television Champion!

The MSG crowd boo loudly at the abrupt ending of this match. The former Retromark heads to the outside to get a steel chair. Rossi walks towards Andrews with an angry look upon his face but thinks better of it and storms off shaking his head.

The Shotgun picks up the chair and smacks Arkham in the head with it! He does this four more times whilst taking trash to the TV champion.

Styles: I seriously fear for Arkham's health here. We need security out here!

Andrews walks over to the remote control that Rossi had brought with him and picks it up. He grabs a microphone and speaks.

Andrews: Arkham! Look at yourself, at what you've become! Is this what you really desire? To have the fans mock you every week? To hang out with a group of faggots? I was in a similar situation to you once. But I've overcome the gimmick they gave me, I've left it behind! I am NO LONGER RETROMARK!

Andrews twitches uncontrollably in his excitement.

Andrews: And you can do it too Arkham! You have the ability to leave your gimmick behind and become as respected as me! And if you won't do it by choice, well ... I'm going to have to beat it into you. Tough love Arkham! And at Battle Royale ...

The Shotgun hits the 'off' button on the remote.

Andrews: Your title reign will be over. And that is the Gospel according to Andrews!

The former Retromark gives Arkham one last shot with the chair before leaving the ring.

Cut to a promo video for the Banner/Holt match at Battle Royale.

[Edgemaster006]

* Camera cuts backstage to the usual door, with the big obnoxious gilded letters that read out 'CEO'. The camera moves unsuredly around the door, getting it from this angle and that. The hustle and bustle of the locker room is heard in the background as the roadies set up for the next match. Finally the plucky little Josh Matthews arrives on the scene. Giving the camera man the signal that he is ready, he opens the door."

As he creaks the door open, classical music seeps out into the somewhat dingy hallway. The Moonlight Sonata slowly glides in the air, as Josh looks at the camera, dumbfounded at the sound.

Finally, he gets over the initial shock and moseys in. Inside, a rather strange scene is unfolding. As per the usual, the locker room has been totally revamped, with burgundy wallpaper and crystal chandeliers. In the center of the room is Michael Howell III, doing pullups on what looks to be a gold pole.

As he pulls himself up and down, a scantily clad young woman of about twenty is feeding him caviar using a tiny bowl and spoon. Another woman of similar age is rubbing his stomach. Josh clearly feels awkward at walking in on the scene. Niles merely sits in the corner, enjoying some poetry by Walt Whitman.

Josh - *Clears Throat*

Michael Howell immediately falls off of the pole in surprise. The girls let out a stereotypical "ooh". Niles merely licks his finger and turns the page, wearing thick reading glasses. The Billion Dollar Madman looks very peeved that his...erm...workout has been interrupted.

MHIII - Oh what is it now? As you can see I am....very busy.

As he says the last two words, he pulls one of the girls closer. Josh Matthews cocks and eyebrow and sighs.

Josh - Yeah...I can see you're busy with...um...what exactly is it that you are doing?

MHIII - Well clearly I am working out for the main event tonight. I mean...really! What do you expect me to do? Just lay around and get pampered by girls all day? I am an achiever, Josh! I mean...I am a Harvard graduate! I am a former all-American quarterback. I run one of the most succesfull corporations in the history of the United States....Now when I add all those together...you know what that makes me?

Josh - *Sigh*.....BETTER than me?

MHIII - Precisely. You're catching on. Excuse me for a moment.

Michael gingerly leans over to his right. The girls spoons a bit more of the foul looking substance and feeds it to him.

MHIII - But yeah like i was saying. What do you expect me to be doing? Eating Calvisius caviar all day?

Josh - Well no I....

Matthews leans closer to the bowl, which the girl has perched precariously close to her breast, causing a bit of a laugh from the fans.

Josh - Wait a second...that IS caviar!!

MHIII - Hey, hey, hey! I said "Calvisius" caviar! That, my friend, is Caviar D'Aquitane! I'm roughing it! But we all have to make sacrafices.

Josh - Erm...right. But anyways....what is your opinion on the over-the-top match to determine the number 30 spot in the Battle Royal?? How you feel about your chances?

The CEO's face suddenly becomes a mask of rage. He swings his hand to the right and knocks the bowl of caviar out of the girls hand. There is no way to tell whether he did it on purpose or accidentally. Howell commandingly waves his hands.

MHIII - Niles. I grow bored of these women.

Niles - Yes, sir.

The beefy butler immediately springs up and grabs each girl under one hulking arm. Despite protests and shrieks, he easily carries them out of the room, not breaking a sweat. Then Howell turns his attention back to Matthews.

MHIII - You want to know how I feel about my chances? Josh, this place...this disgusting cesspool of a company called TWOStars, as I have come to find, is NOT about chances. When I won my number one contendership at Zero Tolerance, I was ready for a good-ol-fashioned one on one with Brett Banner...

Josh - But....isn't that what you got??

MHIII - Let me finish, you vanilla gorilla!! Anyways, when I flew down for Xtreme TV two weeks later, what do I find? A tournament in place for the title...and me scheduled to fight Banner that very night!!! I mean, come on! I was clearly unprepared! I was clearly caught of guard! I had no time to get ready in any way shape or form! And they made me waste my title shot in a match I could not win!!

The audience in the arena starts booing him fiercly. In the background, a chant can be heard.... "You lost! You lost! You lost!"

MHIII - But then again, TWOStars isn't about fairness! Its about the pen pushers upstairs getting their own way! Well that may work with filthy misers like Gringo and Banner. But I am Michael Howell III! And no one cheats me out of a buisness deal without paying for it! Buisness is what I do best!!

MHIII - Now I tried to reason with you people! I came into this fed, thinking i would culture the people! I thought I could teach them how to achieve! I thought I could teach them some decency and morality! But no! Nothing! They rejected me! They booed me! They insisted on staying the fat, greasy swine that they've been since their mother shot them out of herself.

Massive booing at a comment that is vulgar, but glossed over in that aristocratic way.


MHIII - Well you know what? If the fans want to screw me, FINE! If the management wants to screw me? GREAT. I'm tired of playing the fool. I am tired of coming out there for the people's sick, imbecilic amusement. It ends tonight. Tonight, I am all buisness. There's no sugar-coating it. I will become the CEO of TWOstars...I will become the head of this company, as the TWOStars World Heavyweight Champion. And it will start tonight. Because tonight is nothing more than another chapter in....my HOSTILE TAKEOVER!! Cut the damn camera!

*Camera cuts....*

[Twig]

The camera cuts to the outside of Twiggie's dressing room. Smoke seeps out of the cracks of the doorway and music can be heard, though muffled by the door. TWOstars #1 announcer, Sunaki steps into shot to receive the biggest pop of the night. The tiny man looks into the camera.

Sunaki: Herlo! I'm here outside Twiggie's drlessing rloom.

The tiny Asian man, who's just as cute as a button, opens the door to show the sight of TLA with his mask pressed up against a 6-foot bong, and Twig at the other end holding a lighter.

Twig: Whoa hey! If I wanted people to barge in on me in my room... I'd still live in my parent's basement!

Sunaki: Herlo! I hope to find out why you and The Rlonerly Avenver-u just walked out on the Judge and Jimmy Rledman-san.

Twig: Well it's simple math. There's four New Blood. There's one Judge, and one Jimmy Redman... and there's only two of us.

Twig motions between him and The Masked Hypnotizer, who's desperately trying, but failing to clear the enourmous bong.

Twig: That's like... 8 on 2, cuz you know Sid and JR weren't gonna have our backs. Hardly fair if you ask me. So we cut our losses, and split here, to chief a quick bong.

Sunaki: Hai Hai... the Judge and Jimmy Rledman-san have decrlarled that at Battrle Rloyarl-u they wirll face you two in a tag-u match-u. What do you-

Twig: Wait! They did what now!?

Sunaki: the Judge and Jimmy Rledman-san have decrlarled that at Battrle Rloyarl-u they wirll face you two in a tag-u match-u.

The Lonely Avenger gives up on the bong, and stands addressing the tiny Asian man, with pressed highlighted hair.

TLA: The declaration of those two fools means nothing. Our green alliance shall be greater than anything TWOstars has seen in any of its past, present, or future incarnations. Come Battle Royale not only shall we stand victorious over the Judge and Jimmy Redman, but I shall stand victorious over the entire active roster of TWOstars.

Twig: You think you're going to win the Battle Royale?

TLA turns to his head to his teammate.

Twig: I'm just joshin' ya man. Chill out. It'll be sweet as all get out if either one of wins it.

The Lonely Avenger cocks his head slightly.

Twig: C'mon let's see if I can teach you to roll a tulip. Sunaki... if you had an "F" in your name, I'd invite you in. Sooo... peace out!

Twiggie slams the door in Sunaki's face. The man in a tight TWOstars t-shirt turns back to the camera, smiles widely, and nods.

Fade to TWOstars shopzone ad.

[Drake]

We come back from a shopzone add.

We see all 4 New Blood members with their in-ring gear and New Blood t-shirts. All 4 of them walk to Michael Howells locker room, Howell can be seen alongside Niles, scamming some poor jobbers with his Rumble entry predictor machine. All 4 members od the New Blood surround Howell and Niles.

Howell: Boys Boys Boys, if you want to use my Rumble entry predictor you're gonna have to wait just like everyone else and go to the end of the line. It wouldn't be fair for the people that have been in line for so long.

Drake grabs the Rumble entry predictor machine and throws it into the wall, breaking it into pieces. Michael Howell can be seen really pissed off.

Drake: What are you gonna do about it, go ahead do something!!!

Howell obviously knows that the numbers aren't in his favour so he doesn't swing at Rush. But instead he gets face to face with him.

Howell: If I were you, I would be really careful with what I'd do. What goes around, comes around. Be sure that I don't find you alone during the show, cause if I do then you wouldn't even make it to the Rumble PPV and fight me and Dante.

Drake backs away a little.

Drake: Sheesh dude have you ever heard of Tic Tacs or Dentyne Ice gum?

The crowd laughs a little. Howell is more pissed off now.

Drake: Howell remember every word you said now, cause at the Rumble in our triple threat match, Im gonna make you eat every bit of them. And... You Can Bank on It!!!!!!

Let's go guys, let's not waste anymore time with this pathetic looser.

All 4 members of the NB start leaving MH locker room. Howell can be heard shouting as the NB leave his locker room.

Howell: We'll see about that at the Rumble you Punk!!!!!

We cut to a video package of the Triple Threat match between Dante, Drake and Howell at the Battle Royale.

[Telf]

We return from the video package to inside the locker room of The Future

The boss is seen pacing around the room, holding his jaw whilst Triple V is shrugging a pair of 100 pound dumbbells in preparation for the huge Battle Royal match later tonight

Darkstar slams his fist down onto his long oak desk

DARKSTAR: That son of (beep), Dragon! He punched me right in the face! I’m the god damn owner!.... Where the hell is Holt!?

TAZZ: Huh?

DARKSTAR: Holt! Where is he!?

TAZZ: No idea, boss

DARKSTAR: Well didn’t he tell anyone where he was going!?

TAZZ: Umm…………. Trash is the only guy who seems to understand him, but he’s at the bar

DARKSTAR: Damn it!..... Vinnie

The Violence Bearer pauses in his shoulder shrugs and turns towards the TWOstars owner

DARKSTAR:……… I want Black Dragon taken OUT! And I want it done now! Go do the job!

Vengeance drops the dumb bells and heads towards the door, swinging it viciously open…

To reveal a young, weedy chap in a UPS cap stood in his way.

UPS DUDE: Pppppppppackage for Vinnie Vengeance

The United States champion takes from him, signing on the bottom line. Triple V accepts the long flat package and shoves the UPS dude out of the door

Not being one who usually gets mail, Vengeance stares at the package. Tazz comes over and begins to rip apart the outer paper

TAZZ: Hey, it’s one of these gimmick cheques. You enter one of those fantasy leagues Vinnie?

Vengeance tilts is head to one side in confusion, before grabbing the large novelty cheque and taking a look at it…

It reads…

Pay: Violent Vinnie Vengeance

The Sum Of: An ass kicking at Battle Royal on Sunday January 29th

Signed: MDM Chris Eagles

Pinned to the top of the cheque is a Paying-In slip for the account holder, “C. Eagles”. A box has been checked with which next to it is written “The United States Championship”

We see Vengeance’s eyes light up in anger as he snaps the dummy cheque in half and throwing it against the wall

(Voice over)

STYLES: Eagles is getting in the Violence Bearer’s head before their title match this Sunday! Will this bold move pay off!?

Cut to clip of Twiggie advertising his new “herbal remedies”

[Drake]

We comeback from a clip of Twiggie advertising his new “herbal remedies”

We see Drake Rush in the New Blood locker room, but to surprise of everyone he's alone, no sign of his fellow NB members. Drake can be seen talking to himself.

Drake: Ok, so this Sunday I gotta take out Howell and Dante in one match. It's the perfect scenario, killing two birds with one stone.

Drake can be seen talking to himself some more when all of a sudden the lights in the NB locker room start to go off and on randomly. Rush gets up quickly from the couch.

Drake: WTF!!!!, who's in there.

After Drake thought he saw it all, blood starts to pour down the locker room walls. Drake can't believe what his eyes are seing.

Drake: No way!!!, no f*cking way. Dante you stupid lunatic where are you!!!

*Voice Over*

Heyman: Whoaa, what in the blue hell is happening over there. This has to be work from that psycho Dante.

Styles: I don't know Paul, but if it's true, if Dantes really behind this then he's doing a great job of getting inside The Messiah's head.

Rush without thinking it two times gets out of the locker room. After Drake gets out of the locker room, Dante pops into the camera view from the locker room shadows with a grin on his face to a HUGE pop from the MSG crowd.

Camera cuts to the announcers table.

Heyman: I knew it, it's that psycho Dante trying to get inside Drakes head.

Styles: Paul that's what Rush gets for sticking his nose in Dantes business. And The Assasin seems to be playing the mind games to perfection. I can't wait for their triple threat match this Sunday at Battle Royale. Howell, Dante and Rush have gotten so much hate for each others guts and in so little time that they'll do anything in their power to finish each other off. And folks the only way you'll see this awsome match up is by ordering the Battle Royale live this Sunday on Pay-Per-View, it's not too late folks, just call you'r local cable provider and tell them that you wanna be part of the best PPV in TWOStars history.

We cut to a advert of tonights Main Event.

[Evil Gringo]

JS: And now Paulie it’s time for our main event… a battle royal to determine who will earn the most prestigious spot in the Royal Rumble match itself at Battle Royal…

PH: So let me get this straight… this is a Battle Royal for Battle Royal…

JS: Sush Paulie… Here are the rules… One man every ninety seconds, two to start off with and an elimination only occurs when you are thrown or go over the top rope and both the wrestlers feet touch the floor…

PH: So if you’re smart you’re just stay out of the ring…

JS: No Paulie that makes you a slimy coward…

The bickering commentators are interrupted however by the quiet intro to ‘Death of Seasons’ by AFI starts, and Redman's video starts playing on the TV screen, showing mysterious shots of a darkly dressed man, in various states of running, looking around corners and stillness (similar to Edge’s video). The camera moves backwards slowly to be engulfed in smoke. As the music kicks in, JR comes running out of the smoke. He pauses for a second to look out at the crowd, and then sprints down the ramp

TC: Making his way to the ring… From Raleigh, North Carolina, weighing 235 pounds… Jimmy Reeedddmmmannnn!!!!

JS: And the former tag champion has the short straw here as it where… The first of the ten out here…

PH: Well at least he’ll have some company in a couple of seconds and meet new and exciting people…

Redman slides into the ring, and turns onto his back and does a nip up to stare straight into the crowd, all in one movement. He then climbs the ropes, and poses with both hands pointing up as the crowd cheer the metal head…

JS: Right then… let’s see who the opening opponent for Redman is going to be…

PH: I hope its Deadman just so he can wipe the floor with everyone…

JS: Ladies and gentleman, my broadcast partner, sporting and impartial to the last…

Paulie is about to respond but is cut off as the lights dim and the crowd buzz as The End by Roadrunner United 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 but without his Mamcita, Becki…

PH: Oh yes… a nice early exit for Gringo and everything will be better for the world…

JS: Once again I repeat… sporting…

PH: Do you blame me? This guy is blight on the sport!

TC: From Manchester, England… Weighing 220 pounds, he is the Mexican Sensation… The Evil GRINNNGGGOOOO!!!!

Gringo comes down the rampway and into the ring and stares straight at the Prototype… The crows is split who to cheer for and back and forth chants for both superstars can be heard…

JS: And here we go as the bell is rung…

Gringo charges at Redman and starts popping off forearms thick and fast… Redman isn’t overawed though and strikes back with some stiff chops…

Crowd: WHOOO!

Gringo retaliates with some more and then with a spinning back kick that sends Redman into the corner… Gringo measures Redman and delivers…

JS: Ouch… Jumping Knee there worthy of Akiyama!

PH: Stop naming Japanese wrestlers no ones ever heard of!

Redman is stunned and Gringo begins to try and tip him over the top but The Metalhead has enough nonce to grip onto the ropes for leverage and frustrate the Mexican Sensation who gives in to lay in some of his trademark stiff kicks…

MDM Chris Eagles walks from behind the curtain even more cheers from the crowd as ‘Got Your Money’ blast from the speakers…

PH: Oh god… It’s the million dollar muppet…

Eagles walks down the walk way arms in air, before clapping hands with some of the crowd… But instead of rolling into the ring MDM goes over to the corner of the crowd and climbs up onto the barrier and raises his arms in the air as ‘Got Your Money ‘fades out…

PH: What is that nutter doing?

Eagles takes his wallet out of the back of his trunks and starts to throw greenbacks into the crowd! The fans eat them up eagerly and cheer him on before he throws the empty wallet into the crowd!

JS: Jesus I wanna work for that guy, imagine the bonus scheme!

PH: Shut up will you, I’m trying to work out where his AmEx landed!

Gringo is distracted long enough by the fuss that Eagles has caused for Redman to sneak in a European uppercut following it with a big hip toss and an elbow drop…

JS: Redman making the best of this situation with a nice combo… but it isn’t going to get rid of the Gringo in this match…

PH: But it does weaken him down…

MDM slides into the ring at last and Redman turns to face him with Gringo backing up into the corner… Eagles throws his hands up into the air as he spots Redman looking at him and then suprises the Prototype with a thumb to the eye!

JS: Ah well… money don’t buy class…

PH: No in his case it makes you an ass…

Redman turns off stunned as Eagles throws his hands up into the air as the crowd laughs at his antics… That is until ‘Violent Fetish’ by Disturbed hit’s the speakers and out emerges Violent Vinnie Vengeance of the Future…

PH: I think Eagles wishes he kept some money to buy off this guy…

JS: The US Champion is looking right at his recent nemesis and looks right he wants him bad!

Vinnie runs into the ring and immediately begins to tee off on Eagles with big clubbing forearms before nailing the man in the money with a HUGE short arm clothesline…

PH: Triple V showing his intensity right now on that Greenback slinging trash bag…

JS: Better look out behind him…

Gringo and Redman have called a temporary truce and are lining up the big man…

JS: Double Superkick!

Triple V is rocked and is up against the ropes holding his jaw… Eagles is up though and rushes through the two men and nails VVV over the top with a cactus clothesline!

JS: MDM and Vinnie Vengeance are gone, where down to eight in a hurry as the hatred between the two resumes…

PH: Jesus what is he thinking? He does know this REALLY makes him a marked man now!

VVV is up and annoyed and charges Eagles as the two rise on the outside… Vinnie spears him down and pummels the Million Dollar Man, the anger at being eliminated boiling over… referees positioned on the outside of the ring try and separate the two as Eagle’s begins to fire back and rolling Vegas off him and pummelling back with forearms…

JS: Man this is getting out of hand!
All of a sudden the arena is bathed in psychedelic swirls.
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is displayed in close ups and as a whole across the TWOtron. Split Open and Melt by Phish is pumped through the speakers of the arena. Twiggie appears at the top of the ramp wheeling his signature recycling bin behind him, his hardcore title ( http://img382.imageshack.us/img382/3963/hardcore5eg.png) hanging over the side. Around his head, loosely restraining his dreads, is tied a faded bandana. He shouts various things to the fans while waving his free arm angrily. The crowd responds by shouting obscenities, and throwing Styrofoam cups.

PH: The PETA Punisher is here!

JS: This is a man who although smelly and unkempt actually holds a pinfall victory over the Evil Gringo…

PH: This is why I pick him to be the man who will eliminate the Gringo and then be thrown over the top by Deadman!

Twiggie dodges round the pair of VVV and MDM who are still brawling up the ramp as referees keep trying to separate them… Meanwhile in the ring Gringo has surprised Redman with a quick rana…

JS: Gringo still focused on business as he and Redman’s personal duel continues…

Gringo rises off one knee and looks at Redman rising slowly as Twiggie slides in the ring behind him… Twiggie charges…

Crowd: DUCK GRINGO!

Gringo instinctively ducks and Twiggie barges into Redman, bundling him over the top and too the floor!

JS: The Metalhead is gone…

PH: Only because Gringo cheated!

JS: How exactly?

PH: The crowd helped him, come on that’s cheating!

JS: Jeez…

Twiggie undeterred swings punches at Gringo who keeps on ducking them before unleashing…

JS: CAPO KICK! Right to the jaw of The Southwestern Socialist!

Gringo fires up and begins to unleash cocky soccer kicks into the dazed environmentalist’s forehead that is until Twiggie slightly pissed grabs the Mexican Sensations leg and trips him in one swift movement…

PH: Hah that’ll teach the fool for being cocky!

Gringo rolls over and Twiggie tries to stamp on him but the Mexicutioner is wise and snaps his head out of the why and kicks Twiggie in the knee before swinging his leg around and clocking him the back the head… He staggers into the ropes, his throat draped across the middle…

JS: What’s Gringo got planned here?

The Mexican Sensation takes a run up and swing’s through the ropes looking for a 619 but The Recycling One catches him! He hoists him up and looks to dump him over the top rope…

PH: That’s it… take him out you dirty hippie!

Gringo is failing and fighting with every ounce of strength in him and knees in the head who releases him, the Gringo landing on the apron, safe for now…

PH: Damn!

Twig charges the Gringo and catches a forearm for his trouble followed by a high kick that stuns him back… Gringo sets himself…

JS: Ode To KENTA! Gringo is still in this thing…

As Twig and Gringo catch their breath in the ring Ride the Lightning By Metallica hits the arena speakers…

PH: Oh no! Not bloody Gower!

JS: Nice to see that your still being impartial there Paulie…

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

PH: Not to worry Joey, this scum will soon be gone… and hopefully he’ll take that Gringo with him…

Gower slides into the ring and regardless of the recent truce goes straight for Gringo with a huge clothesline! He then turns round and catches the running Twiggie with a HUGE belly to belly!

JS: Man, Gower has come in here like a house of fire!

Gringo is back up holding up his jaw and Gower looks to level him again only for Gringo to snap off a quick drop toe hold and a sharp dropkick to the fallen former ERE mans temple… He then changes his attention to the Twigster over in the corner and charges at him only to get back dropped…


PH: He’s gone, he’s gone…

JS: Gringo just landed on the apron!

PH: NO, NO, NO!

Twiggie is unaware that Gringo managed to hold onto the ropes and has his hands in the air in celebration… only to be caught with a MASSIVE double leg take down by the hard man from Northern Ireland! But as he rises he is met with the returning Gringo and a HUGE…

JS: M.A.A. from the Gringo, that’s one Airstrike that found its target!

All of a sudden “You’re gonna Pay” hits and the crowd boos HUGE as Deadman slowly walks out onto the staging area…

PH: That’s it! The DEADMAN is here! Game over for those TWO boys now!

Deadman unusually breaks into a run ignoring the pain in his body and slides into the ring making a b-line for one man… Gower…

JS: I think Deadman isn’t going to let the other week lie…

PH: Of course not! Would you…

The former ERE man collide in the middle of the ring as Twiggie and Gringo roll into different corners… Gower begins to unload chops onto Deadman’s chest but for every chop he gets one back into return…

JS: These two men are just going at back and forth…

Deadman sneaks in a quick poke to the eye that stuns Gower back and he runs at the Ulsterman but Gower is sharp and doubles up the Deadman with a knee to the gut… he cut’s his throat…

PH: No way!

Gower has him up but Deadman is fighting it…

JS: Can Gower deliver the Burning Hammer?

PH: Come on Deadman, FIGHT IT!

Deadman manages to slide off Gower’s shoulders and lands on the apron… Gower swings for the former ERE owner but gets caught around the throat! Deadman lifts Gower and swings him…

PH: Yes, yes, yes! Chokeslam him to hell!

But in mid-air Gower shifts his weight and arm drags Deadman off the apron sending them both crashing to the floor!

PH: NO! HOW IN THE HELL!

JS: Gower just reversed the Chokeslam and took his nemesis with him, that’s what happened Paulie! And it’s not over yet!

Both men are up and throwing punches at each other… Deadman blocks one and pushes Gower over the barrier into the crowd where he swiftly follows…

JS: This one is spilling into the crowd as the referees once more try and restore order!

The two former ERE men carry on their brutal fist fight into the masses thronged at ringside in Madison Square Garden as back in the ring Gringo and Twiggie are both back up…

Suddenly the fluorescent lights all go green, every Titan Tron screen has an image of money falling while cutting to pictures of the "10 Karat Slam" Sutterfly's 'Gun in Hand' plays.
Spend a lifetime
trying to understand.
Why you reason
with a gun in your hand.

Two spark showers start flowing on either side of the titan tron.
What was so bad?
What had he done
to make you return,
this time with a gun?
Niles comes out and rolls out a long red carpet going pretty far down the entrance ramp. Then Howell comes out onto the red carpet.
Intimidation growing bigger.
What the hell made you pull the trigger?
Spend a lifetime
trying to understand.
Why you reason
with a gun in your hand.
Howell then proceeds to tear down the ramp and into the ring as his butler Nile’s stately proceeds behind him… only for "The Messiah" Drake Rush to appear from nowhere and blindside him!

JS: What the hell! Drake! He’s not scheduled yet!

PH: Oh yes I like it… Dangerous with a hint of ambition!

Drake throws away the chair he used to brutalise Niles and slides into the ring heading straight for Howell who is busy laying in stomps to Twiggie… Howell ducks a wild clothesline from ‘The Messiah’ and nails him with a hard Ensiguri! As he rises he runs right into a Gringo Kick!

JS: It’s getting a bit crowed in there now to say the least…

Twiggie is back up as well and swings a high kick at the Mexican one which he ducks and he delivers a Gringo Kick to the PETA Punisher as well! Twig staggers back and runs right into…

PH: KO by the rising Drake! What a shot it’s just sent Twiggie flying from the ring!

Twiggie snaps over the top rope from the force of the shot and crashes to the floor! He slaps the mats outside in frustration before being helped to the back by the referee…

JS: That leaves us now with Gringo still in the ring with the fresh Howell and Rush with Dante and Boyo still to come… care to pick a winner Paulie, after what happened to Deadman though…

PH: Shut up already!

Gringo is focused on Drake now and starts shooting off some sharp kicks in the mid-section but ‘The Messiah’ catches one and tries to flip the Gringo off his feet but ever agile the ‘Sensational One’ flips over and kicks Drake square in the jaw!

JS: What agility, Gringo is like a cat!

PH: What furry and pees all over the carpet when your out?

Gringo is quick to capitalise and grabs ‘The Messiah’ looking for an Exploder but Drake hammers away with elbows… But ‘The CEO’ is up and sneaks in behind Gringo…

JS: OH MY GOD!

PH: Did you see that! Howell just German suplexed Gringo who in turn just threw Rush with an EXPLODER!

Bloodlines by Slayer hits the PA system and ‘The Assassin’ Dante Muller is quick to come rushing down the ramp to take advantage of the carnage in the ring…

Howell is first up and Dante nails him with a dropkick… Gringo and Drake are teeing off as well with big forearms being exchanged by the two…

JS: Once again the ring is crowed as these four men take it too each other…

Gringo Irish whips Drake in the corner but eats a boot as he follows him in… Howell meanwhile fights back and looks for his standing Tornado DDT but Dante blocks it… sets him down and…

PH: Why god! Northern Lights suplex out of the ring! Howell is gone, what presence of mind by Dante!

JS: Wait a minute another early arrival!

PH: The Welsh Dragon is here!

Boyo has slid into the ring from the outside and attacks Gringo with a elbow to the Mexican Sensations neck, followed by…

PH: Boyo just broke some Beacons!

JS: What a shot to Gringo’s neck! The former champ is down and clutching at his neck…

Gringo is stunned and rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope in quick order…

PH: Yes Gringo is gone!

JS: No he’s not…

PH: But he’s outside of the ring! Both feet are on the floor!

JS: Ah but he didn’t go over the top rope did he? Eh Paulie?

PH: Damn it! He is a bloody cat, well guess what, his nine lives are up!

Boyo and Drake meanwhile have joined up in the ring and looking to take out Dante, but ‘The Assassin’ manages to duck the double clothesline and hits a double dropkick to the duo… They stagger back against the ropes and Dante charges…

JS: God no! Dante is gone, Drake and Boyo just back dropped him clean over the top rope!

PH: Crash and burn sucker!

Drake raises his hands in celebration… unfortunately he learns the hard way that you don’t take you eyes off ‘The Biggest Jackass of them All’ as Boyo dumps the unsuspecting Messiah!

PH: Hahaha… Drake just learned a valuable lesson from Boyo…

JS: Never trust a snake…

PH: Exactly or you’ll get bitten in the ass…

Which is funnily enough what the crowd is telling Boyo what he is now… The Welsh Dragon releases there is one thing left to do now… eliminating the Gringo…

PH: Are you sure that Bean eater is still in this?

JS: Jesus Paulie… yes he is…

PH: Not for much longer though…

Boyo grabs the fallen Gringo by the neck and hauls him up, the Mexican Sensation seeming almost lifeless… The Jackass throws him back in before motioning to the crowd his intention to throw the Gringo right out on his ass…

Boyo: Time to sling out the trash!

Boyo slides back in and once again picks up the still fallen Gringo… but it’s a trap! Gringo explodes up and bursts through the Welshman’s grip and starts slinging big forearms in to temple of Boyo and stunning the surprised Dragon…

PH: What the hell! He was playing possum!

JS: Hahaha, the tables have turned now!

Gringo steps back… GRINGO KICK! But Boyo is still standing, still too fresh… CAPO KICK! Boyo is rocked against the ropes…. Gringo sets himself again…

JS: Kneel Kick! Boyo is over the top rope… he’s teetering on the apron!

PH: Come on Boyo, don’t let him steal this like the dirty Mexican he is!

Boyo is still holding on and pulling himself up but Gringo is watching him like a cat… The Jackass is standing but…

JS: Springboard dropkick! Boyo is gone! Gringo has won, he’s won!

PH: SON OF A *BEEP*!

The End by Roadrunner United blasts through the speakers as the Gringo rest on his knees, one hand in the air, the other nursing his sore neck as Chad Patton raises the Mexican Sensations arm in the air…

DS: Cut that *BEEP*’s music!

JS: It’s Darkstar, what the hell!

PH: Probably come to overturn Gringo’s victory for his cheating, damn latino’s…

The crowd boo’s the owner without mercy as he stands on the ramp, mic in hand looking at the ring and the Gringo with rage…

DS: Shut the hell up you damn Yankees… You (points the Gringo), I’m SICK of you, always clinging on like a little roach! But I have to give even insects their due every now and again… I have to uphold my word… So tonight Gringo, thanks to your victory you have won the most prestigious spot in this Sunday’s Royal Rumble match!

The crowd cheer and the Gringo climbs the turnbuckle to salute them….

JS: The Gringo it seems will be our final entrant…

DS: Excuse me New York but I haven’t told the Gringo what exactly he’s won…

JS: Huh? I thought…

PH: Assuming eh? Just makes an ass out of you…

DS: You see Gringo you have won the MOST coverted place in the match oh yes… but it isn’t the final entrance oh no… IT’S NUMBER ONE!

JS: Good god what a set up!

PH: Yes, what a genius! Hahaha…

Gringo stares at the smug Darkstar in rage and disbelief as the camera pans round onto the owner who is just smiling and wagging his finger from side to side as the picture begins to fade and XTV goes off the air…

END OF SHOW!