TWOstars Wrestlenova II

[Christof]

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

Big Time by Peter Gabriel plays the opening credits to Wrestlenova II

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 rising up through the ramp
Scott Andrews returning
The Incredible Holt with the World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder
Redman and The Judge putting two jobbers through tables
Sickness covered in blood.
Eagles with his Hammer’s shirt and a pint
Twiggie hitting the Twiggaludo Frosion
Gringo standing Victorious after winning the rumble
Holt and Gringo standing eye to eye, Holt holding the big gold in a taunting manner
The cheesy grin of Darkstar

Pyros fill the All State Arena as the camera goes crazy highlighting the fan’s signs

I’M ARKHAM’S DOCTOR
IAGAN – WHAT?
I’M EAGLE’S NEXT GIMMICK

Styles: It looks to be an amazing night of wrestling folks, the culmination of a years hard work in one massive event.

Heyman: Joey, these athletes have been clawing and fighting their way to make it to the biggest stage of them all, WrestleNova. Tonight we find out who is going to take us forward into the future and who's going to fall of the top of the ladder.

Styles: Just a second Paul, I've got news filtering through of some kind of disturbance on the arena roof! I think.... Yes, we can go to the TWOstars Blimp-Cam..

The Camera cuts to an aerial shot of the arena, the Blimps spotlights are searching across the roof trying to pick out something in the middle of the building. We can still hear Styles and Heyman talking over this camera shot.

Styles: There's something there, I can't quite see what it id though. Have we got a camera crew out there?

Heyman: It's people Styles, there's 3 ... no, 4 people standing on the roof! What the hell is going on?

Styles: Wait, looks like our intrepid camera crew have made it to the top of the building.

A panting crew stumble onto the roof and the camera cuts to them as they make their way onto the roof of the arena.

The camera focuses on the silhouette(spelling!) of four men stood talking in a semi circle, one member is addressing the other three. Suddenly the Blimps spotlights catch up with the action and the figure are revealed as....

Styles: It's the New Blood Heyman, what are those psycho's doing on the roof!

Heyman: Having some kind of meeting it would seem. Odd choice of venue but then again they are a pretty odd bunch!

Back with the action outside the camera crew has picked it's way forward enough for the words of the New Blood to be heard. It's Arron Winter who is addressing the assembled faction and for the first time we hear what’s being said.

Winter: Look around you Brothers. What do you see? I see a putrid, decaying world full of weak souled men. Cowards who will run and hide from the challenge we represent. I see a world where we can rise and ascend to our full glory. A world where we can be masters of our own and others destiny.

This company is our world, it is our place. Would you flee from intruders into your home or would you face them and destroy them for daring to take from you what you have earned? I have seen horror, I have lost more than most could ever comprehend but I will not flinch from my task. I will not fail when questioned. I will not falter when I am confronted with obstacles. As a unit we are untouchable, there is no stringer force to rival us. Not the DA, not the Future not and rad tag New Gringo Army.

Listen to the scorn that pours from the mouth of the South-American wannabe. He would forget we even existed if he could. He denies our existence to satisfy his bloated ego, he would forget the pain and suffering we have caused him and his pet monkey Black Dragon. He will soon realise that the cheers of the fans and respect of his peers will mean nothing when he runs into The New Blood again.

Winter subsides and steps back in the semi Circle and Drake Rush steps forward, his Long hair blowing in the breeze of the night, he smiles and speaks..

Drake: Tonight guys, we take what's rightfully ours, the TOP spot in this f'n company. On the biggest spectacle in this industry we will shine like the stars that we are, no more holding us back, no more BS, tonight we take no prisoners. In the TTLC match, you guys will show why you are the BEST f'n tag team in this company. The Dark Alliance who? That's what'll happen after Ashton and Arron finish their pathetic career and take what's rightfully theirs, the TWO Tag Team belts.

And once for all I finish the Judge at the biggest stage of them all. I will make sure that the Judge will be sentence do the death penalty thanks to me. He will learn once and for all that know one messes with the New Blood and know one messes with the f'n Messiah of this company, Drake Rush.

And one thing, whoever walks out of Wrestle Nova as the TWO World Champion, well I just got one thing to say, we're coming after you. And just like every pathetic here in Chicago, you will fail to the hands of the greatest stable in wrestling history, THE NEW BLOOD!!!!!!

The camera that's looking in front of the 4 NB members then takes a dive down the stadium (Like if someone was bungee jumping of the top of the stadium) and when the camera's about to hit the floor the scene fades to black.

Cut to Sponsor’s message

[Christof]

Back from Sponsor’s message

TC - The contest is scheduled, for one fall.

The light goes out of the TWO arena as the intro "Lonely World" by Limp Bizkit starts playing.

A glowing green mask rises from the ground. The Lonely Avenger continues his ascendance, head bowed down, hands crossed over his shoulders, until he arrives to ground level.

TC - Making his way to the ring first, from Lonely Valley, weighting in at 250lbs, THE LONELY AVENGER.

Few seconds pass before he raises his hands suddenly, green flames growing from both sides as the chorus of Lonely World echoes loudly in the arena.
As his hands go down, the flames die while a green circle of light lights the entrance.
The Masked Truth walks to the ring and slides in from the bottom rope towards the centre of the ring.

He stands there while slowly raising his hands, to brutally lower them once they are up.

Green flames explode from all four turnbuckles as the lights come back to the TWO arena and the music fades away.

Styles - The crowd are silent Paul.

Heyman - TLA scares them Joey that’s all.

The Lonely Avenger just stands in his corner awaiting Eagles and Iagan to enter the ring, for this match to get underway.

TC - And his opponent, making his way towards the ring first, now from Doncaster, in England, weighting in tonight at 235lbs, he is a former TV champion, Christopher Eagles.

Eminems "The Way I Am" kicks in, as the crowd raise to their feet, cheering as Chris Eagles steps out from behind the curtain, the green and black lights start to flash to the beat of the entrance theme.

Styles - Here comes the former champ Paul

Heyman - Why do the crowd cheer him, wherever we go?

Styles - Because they respect him

Eagles starts to walk down the ramp way, clapping hands with some of the front row fans, before entering the ring, and climbing to the middle rope, as "The Way I Am" fades out.


Eagles and TLA goes face to face in the centre of the ring as Nick Patrick try’s to split them up, Both men turn towards the entrance ways, as red, white and blue lights start flashing towards the ramp way.

Heyman - Here comes the idiot.

Styles - He’s a former multiple ERE champion.

Casino Royal by Burt Bacharach starts to play and English flag appears on Screen.

Styles - Iagan’s nowhere to be seen Paul.

Heyman - The fools just lost again.

The former MDM and Horror Itself, look towards the entrance ramp way once more but looking towards Nick Patrick, who seems not to know what to do, Chris Eagles walks towards the ref, when all of a sudden TLA attacks him from behind, with this Nick Patrick takes one more look before calling for the bell.

Ding, Ding

Styles - He’s starting the match without Iagan, can he do that?

Heyman - He just did Joey.

Avenger continues to nail the fallen Eagles, with shots to the back of the neck and shoulder area, before dropping a massive elbow, straight into the shoulder blades of the former TV champion.

Styles - Eagles looks in pain early on Paul.

Heyman - Remember the take that to the bank match Joey?

Styles - Yes, the one from Haloween Havok.

Heyman - Who won that?

Styles - TLA with some help from Mickhail Mills.

Heyman - I didn’t ask that.

With Iagan, still missing The Lone Avenger continues to have his way with Christopher Eagles, by throwing him into the corner.

Styles - He threw Eagles with so much force, Eagles slammed into the corner, and ended up face first on the mat.

Heyman - TLA using his power, in the early going tonight Joey.

Styles - Well it is Wrestlenova, the biggest stage of them all

Heyman - What ever bigger then Wrestle...

Styles - (cutting Heyman off) YES!

Heyman - What?

Styles - Copyright, being sued.

Heyman - Oh

Eagles slowly starts to get back to his feet using the ropes to help him, only to be kicked back down by Horror Itself, Eagles in a sitting position now try’s once more to get up, but TLA uses his knee to push the former TV champion into the corner. Nick Patrick try’s to split the pair up, only for The Avenger to drop to his knees.

Heyman - What happened?

Styles - The replay shows, as Nick Patrick moves in Eagles nails his opponent with a low blow.

Heyman - That’s cheat.

Styles - It wasn’t seen Paul.

Heyman - Blind Ba...

Styles - WHAT A MOVE.

Heyman - Where?

Styles - Nowhere, but I had to do something to stop you swearing.

Both men back to their feet, start to trade blows, the bigger TLA starts to take control, but is stopped suddenly with a thumb to the eye, Avenger puts his hands over the eyes, with TLA blinded, Eagles runs against the ropes, coming back off them, and nails The Lonely one himself with a massive spear.

Heyman - I must say even Rhino would be pleased.

Styles - And Edge.

Heyman - He sucks

Styles - No, that’s Lita

Heyman just looks at Styles in shock at what he just said, as the camera returns to the action and the crowd on their feet following that spear on TLA.

Eagles kneeing over the down Avenger, pulls horror himself up to a standing position, only to send him back down to the mat with a stiff uppercut.

Styles - Eagles in control Paul.

Heyman - But still no sign of Iagan.

Styles - Maybe he listened to TLA, and no showed.

Heyman - I hope so.

The former MDM stands on the middle rope as the man from hell is still down.

Heyman - He needs to stop showing off and beat the man Joey.

Styles - Mr Eagles doesn’t seem like he wants to finish this anytime soon.

Heyman -Well, he’s making a big mistake.

Eagles jumps down from middle rope, only to be met by a stiff looking clothesline from The Lonely Avenger, sending him down to the mat with some force.

Styles - OH MY GOD, TLA has just broken Eagles neck.

Heyman - Did you see his head, even I fill sorry for him.

Styles - Do you?

Heyman - No, but hey.

Styles - Didn’t think so.

After a few minutes Eagles starts to move after receiving a massive clothesline, the man greener than the devil pulls the richest wrestler alive up, hooking him up, and lifts Eagles up into the air.

Heyman - How strong is Avenger Joey.

Styles - Well, he’s holding a man, who is only 20lbs lighter then himself up in the air.

Heyman - With ease.

Styles - What’s he going to do?

Heyman - Just watch Joey.

With the former MDM’s face now turning red from being upside down for so long, TLA drops to his back planting Eagles head first to the mat.

Heyman - A textbook brain buster by the Avenger.

Styles - Shades of Arn Anderson.

The former TV champion, looking a little worse for wears, is once more pulled to an up right position, and is nailed with a right hand, sending him down against the bottom turnbuckle.

Styles - Now TLA is firmly in control Paul.

Heyman - And don’t forget The Lonely Avenger holds a victory over Chris Eagles.

Styles - With you and him always on about it how can we forget.

TLA stands on the middle rope, which causes the crowd to boo and jeer him; The Lonely One’s head begins to shake a little, drawing even more heat from the crowd.

Heyman - Is TLA laughing Joey?

Styles - I think so Paul.

Heyman - Oh my, what’s he doing?

Styles - Why is he placing his head on the bottom turnbuckle?

TLA moves towards the other corner, before running as fast as he can, straight at the downed Eagles.

Styles - TLA has just taken the former TV champions head off.

Heyman - He jumped just before impact, placing both feet, straight into Eagles face.

Styles - And not only did TLA end up on the outside, Chris Eagles went with him.

The replay shows the move again, and shows the force that took Eagles head first out of the ring.

Styles - The replay didn’t make that look any nicer.

Heyman - I have just got word that it’s called the face wash.

Styles - I have never seen it before.

Heyman - Maybe you should watch TNA more Joey.

Styles - You really need to stop talking about other company’s.

The Avenger is back to his foot, and pulls Eagles back up, as the camera moves towards the former MDM, it’s clear to see the damage the face wash did, as his face is covered in blood.

Styles - Eagles may have a broken nose.

Heyman - Hopefully his neck is next.

TLA sends Eagles hard into the ring post, causing him to fall to the floor holding his nose and face area.

Styles - What’s he doing now?

Heyman - He’s face to face with what looks like an Iagan fan, with facemask.

Styles - The fan has just hit TLA straight in the face.

All of a sudden, the fan jumps over the railings and attacks TLA, nailing him with a clothesline.

Heyman - HEY, HEY, that’s no fan.

Styles - It’s Iagan wearing his new t-shirt, the two faces of Iagan

Heyman - Ha, Ha, look at the back Joey.

Styles - Oh god.

With both Eagles and TLA down the camera moves towards Iagan, and on the TWOtron everyone can see the back of his shirt, reading IF YOU FIND ME AND I LOOK LOST THEN YES I’M LOST AGAIN.

The crowd start to cheer as Iagan raises his arms into the air, the man with two faces pulls TLA to his feet, both men start to brawl on the outside, all of sudden out of nowhere the former MDM fly’s from the top rope knocking both TLA and Iagan to the floor.

Styles - Eagles just put his body on the line with that move.

Heyman - But he’s not extreme Joey.

Styles - But he must be having trouble breathing through that broken nose.

Eagles is first to his feet, and the crowd cheer as he climbs the railings with one of his arms high in the air.

As Eagles, turns around both Iagan and the Lonely Avenger nail him with a double clothesline, causing his head to bounce off the padded floor.

Heyman - Iagan knows helping TLA beat Eagles is easier then being against him.

Styles - But Iagan cannot trust him Paul, you know it and these people know it.

Iagan pulls Eagles back to his feet, as TLA looks under the ring for something, the man with two faces leans the former MDM against the steel ring steps, before opening up with left and rights straight into the bloodied face of the Re-Evolution owner.

Heyman - Now we go EXTREME.

Styles - What?

Heyman - TLA has a table.

The Lonely Avenger sets the table up against the railings, before taking over hammering away on the out of it, Christopher Eagles.

Styles - I can’t believe it Paul.

Heyman - What?

Styles - Iagan and TLA working together.

With Avenger continuing to hammer away on Eagles, Iagan climbs back into the ring, and mounts the top rope.

Styles - Oh my, what’s he doing up there?

Heyman - Going to the EXTREME, this is why Iagan was a former ERE Hardcore champion.

Styles - Wasn’t he also a former EWA Hardcore champion?

Heyman - Yes, yes he was.

Horror Itself moves the downed former TV champion against the table, that he set up just a few moments ago, before looking up at the former ERE star, a sick smile comes across the face of the two faced man, as he leaps from the top rope, and crashes through Eagles and the table.

Styles - OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, Eagles is dead.

Heyman - Mother ****ing EXTREMEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

The crowd are on their feet, chanting HOLY ****, HOLY ****, but the chants soon turn to boos as TLA pulls Iagan back to his feet, and throws him back into the ring.

Heyman - TLA has a brain, he let Iagan risk it all, and now he’s going to pin him.

Styles - Iagan could have killed Eagles and himself.

Avenger slides back into the ring following Iagan and makes a cover.

The ref Nick Patrick gets into position.

One....................










Two.....................







Thre....................Left shoulder up by Iagan.

The crowd return to their feet as Iagan kicks out, and rolls onto his belly.

The camera shows a split screen replay of Iagan leaping from the top, as well as what’s happening now, half the screen stays on the downed Christopher Eagles who is now not only bleeding from the nose but is now bleeding just above his right eye.

Styles - Someone needs to help Eagles out of here now.

Heyman - I agree, it doesn’t look good for Chris Eagles, he hasn’t moved since.

The screen returns to normal, and TLA is trying to pull Iagan back up, but the former ERE Hardcore champion is fighting back, with left and rights to the breadbasket.

Styles - Still some life in Iagan Paul.

Heyman - But how much?

Both men on their feet now trading lefts and rights, until TLA nails him with a knee straight to the gut, Horror Itself throws Iagan into the corner, following up with a clothesline attempt.

Styles - Iagan gets his foot up just in time.

Heyman - How did TLA not see that coming Joey?

Styles - No idea Paul, but Iagan got his foot up, and TLA went straight into it face first.

Iagan mounts the second rope, waiting for the man from green hell to turn around, as he does Iagan leaps once more, this time hitting TLA with a flying clothesline.

Heyman - With Iagan being from the ERE, really I should support him.

Styles - Why don’t you then?

Heyman - BECAUSE HE IS A FREAK.

The former EWA and ERE Hardcore champion, pulls The Lonely Avenger to his knees, but Nick Patrick try’s to stop him using the hair, this gives TLA time to recover, and he nails Iagan with a low blow, out of the refs view.

The crowd show their disappointment with that low blow, and start a mini “Lets Go Iagan” chant.

With Iagan down, TLA taunts the crowd with a cutthroat movement; this brings even more heat from the crowd.

Heyman - Looks like Tombstone time.

Styles - Don’t count him out just yet Paul.

Avenger lifts Iagan back up, only to scope him up throwing him onto his shoulder, getting ready for the tombstone.

Styles - Anyway, doesn’t he call it The Punisher?

Heyman - IT IS A ****ING TOMBSTONE.

Styles - Ok, ok, just watch what you say, I am sorry for Paul Heymans mouth, but we cannot shut him up, even Twiggies under pants would not.

Heyman - Hey

The crowd start to rise to their feet, as Iagan starts to shake his legs faster and faster, causing TLA to drop him off his shoulder, Horror Itself turns towards Iagan who in return nails him with a kick to the breadbasket, doubling him over.

Styles - Iagan pointing to the sky.

Heyman - What does that mean?

The former ERE star throws TLA right arm over his head, and with his left hand, grabs the bottoms of The Lonely Avenger, before lifting him off the ground, and falling backwards.

Styles - THE LOBOTOMIZER

Heyman - The what?

Styles - The Lobotomizer by Iagan

Heyman - Ok, but what is it?

Styles - It’s Iagan’s version of a brain buster Paul.

Heyman - I knew that.

TLA flat out in the centre of the ring, as Iagan rolls onto his hands and knees, pulling himself the few inches to where Avenger is down, after a couple of little movements The former ERE Hardcore champion flops over the Lonely Avenger to make the cover.

Styles - Is it over?

Heyman - Come on get up TLA.

Nick Patrick in position starts to count, as the crowd jump to their feet, and count with him.

One........................





Two......................

Heyman - Kick out.



Three.....................

Ding, Ding.

Styles - He did it, Iagan as beaten both TLA and Chris Eagles.

Heyman - I’m in shock Joey, the outsider of this whole thing, and he wins.

Styles - And we all though he wasn’t coming.

TC - The winner of the match................... IAGAN

Casino Royal by Burt Bacharach begins to play as Iagan jumps up and down in the centre of the ring with Nick Patrick holding his arm high into the air.

Styles - So what a match Paul

Heyman - Credit where credits due, Eagles should be dead, be isn’t, and Iagan wins but shouldn’t.

Styles - Oh, be quiet for a change Paul, and let him enjoy his moment.

Heyman - Ok but it won’t last.

Styles - We have to go to an ad break stay right there.

The camera fades to a different screen, where it shows two men standing side by side, with the word once great friends, better worse enemies, the raise and fall of Re-Evolution, bought to you by Christopher Eagles, out now only at TWOstars shop zone.

[Christof]

We cut back from the shopzone segment to the announcers table.

Heyman: What a night it's been so far Joey....I haven't been this excited by a PPV since 1997 when I single-handedly managed to promote, book and star in ECW's first pay-per-view, Barely Legal.

Styles: Your broadcasting should be barely legal with all the crap that comes out of your mouth Paul......but forget that, the thrill zone is about to be spiked, as a grudge match, that really has come from nowhere to be red hot, is up next.

Heyman: That's right Joey...it's Network Executive PMA, taking on Draven Cage.....who in my opinion, is one of the most dangerous men in wrestling today......plus he brings Angel to ringside which is always a bonus.

Styles: Let's have a look and see how this match came about.

We cut to a video package of all the action from the last few weeks.

Scary Voice-Over Man: He came back for one man........Sickness.....the man who took him out of professional wrestling......some thought forever.

Footage shows of The Dark Alliance taking out Draven Cage.

Scary Voice-Over Man:But something happened.......he somehow was distracted by another man.....The Smartest Man In Wrestling today.....Mr Phillip Martin Atken.

The video continues to show how the fued began...

Draven and Angel make their way into the ring and demand a mic as the music fades to nothing

DC: SICKNESS!!!!.......For months I have sat at home, watching on TV how TWO evolved without me being here....you cost me my shot at the title, you caused me to be removed from the opening credits of the show, which should be rectified soon, or the producer will fnd himself and his family the victim of a most gruesome violation......

Crowd pop for this

Heyman: This crowd is sick

Styles: This from the man who participated in having Paul Bearer buried in concrete.....

Heyman: Moving on......

DC: But as for right now...I'm not waiting anymore....SICKNESS....I'M CALLING YOU THE F*CK OUT.......BUB!!

Crowd go insane at this point

Heyman: There it is but will Sickness accept it?

Styles: I would imagine he will Paul...he doesn't care about himself, so why wouldn't he acc.......Down With The Sickness echoes around the arena......Well there's your answer.....

Heyman: Here we go.

Draven Cage is pacing around the ring, he motions for Angel to go to ringside, as the crowd explode to the sound of Sickness' entrance theme

A loud boo rings out as it becomes clear the man coming to the ring is NOT Sickness, but an imposter


DC motions for him to enter the ring

Heyman: Look at Sickness Joey....*laughs* he's never looked better....

Joey: This is not gonna go down well with the Dark Alliance.

The imposter Sickness enters the ring, straight into an Airdrie Boot...DC grabs the mic again

DC: You see...this is what is gonna happen to Sickness when I catch up to him.......This is your future...this is your epitaph...this...is your end....

DC continues the attack on the imposter

Heyman: I've just worked out who that is Joey....

Styles: Who?

Heyman: That's Steve Lombardi....The Brooklyn Brawler.....

Styles: OH MY GOD!!!!!!....There's a petition at TWO.COM to get him inducted into the WWE Hall Of Fame 2006....good luck on that Steve...

Heyman: They inducted Johnny Rodz........Steve's a lock for this year IMO.

Back to the ring

Draven picks up FakeSickness and whips him into the ropes, catching him with a huge spinebuster on the rebound......DC looks around and motions to the crowd if they want him to continue....

Heyman: The crowd are enjoyning this....

Draven picks up The Brawle....I mean FakeSickness and grabs him by the throat...

Styles: He's got him in a goozle......and what a chokeslam...somebody stop this...this isn;t wrestling this is an ass-kicking

Heyman: And I love it Joey.

Draven then ascends the buckles and pauses for effect at the top.........a massive leap and a frog-splash on his prone victim, crushing the air out of him.......

But that's not enough...he continues the assault, first a powerbomb, then a tombstone piledriver.....FakeSikness is out on his feet, but that doesn't stop Draven Cage.....

Styles: He's set him up in the corner Paul......

Draven charges and lands a ferocious Edlington Elbow to his jaw, sending blood flying from his mouth.......

An Expuslion Of Sanity later and Draven grabs the mic once more....

DC: You see that.......Sickness is looking at his future, and only a small part of it.....but now I unveil to you all my masterpiece......in honour of the beauty at ringside.....AngelDust...

Styles: I've been waiting to see this move since he announced it....

Draven grabs FakeSIckness and takes him back to the corner.....he climbs into position for what looks like being a tornado DDT.......

Styles: OH MY GOD!!!!!

Heyman: Two "OH MY GODS"?....Are you ok Joey

Draven leaps off the buckles...over the top of FakeSickness (like Diamond Dust) and flips onto his ass, driving the back of FS' neck into his shoulder.....he then motions for Angel to enter the ring....


Heyman: He's covering him.....

Styles: It's not a match though....

Heyman: You wanna tell him Joey?


Draven covers FakeSickness as Angel counts him down.....


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Three

Draven motions for the timekeeper to ring the bell, which he does...


DC: Your winner...."The Hangman" Draven Cage...and with that I send this message to you Sickness....what are you gon......


Draven is cut off by the sound of clapping over the PA system

On the TWOTron....PMA appears.......and he isn't happy...


PMA: *Clap-Clap-Clap*.....That was.....impressive I guess.....but how would you fare against some real competition?......I want to know, so I issue a challenge to you......a one-on-one match at WreslteNova.....let's see what you've got......I'll let your dumb brain mull it over for a while.....let me know next week what your response is..........This is PMA...and I'm better than you.

Heyman: I guess the real Sickness will have to wait...

Styles: If he accepts.....

Draven nods in the middle of the ring

Scary Voice-Over Man: And just like that the challenge was raised......but are both men ready for the destruction that is about to be wrought on TWO?.......It is a question that doesn't have an answer they seek, and an answer that TWO itself may never recover from....

SVOM fades out as St Anger by Metallice plays over various pieces of footage featuring both men in action....the attack on PMA by DC with a steel bar, PMA's response to that and the tag match from last week....showing how protective DC is of Angel.


Heyman: I've been looking forward to this match all night Joey.......and not just for Angel either.

Styles: The time for talk has ended, the time for action has begun....and you gotta wonder Paul....will Cage's affection and protection of his valet Angel be a factor in this match?

Heyman: Of course it will Joey....women always hinder their men in action....look at The Sandman and Lori Fullington, Dreamer and Beulah, Matt Hardy and Lita....I could go on forever here you know.

Styles: Oh I know that Paul......let's go to Tony Chimmel for the introductions.......

Cut to Chimmel...in a new tux, to make the introductions.

Camera is on Tony Chimmel.

TC: This match is scheduled for one fall.........introducing first, from New York City, weighing in at, *"Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple starts to play*, 210lbs, he is The Smartest Man In Wrestling and the Network Executive in charge of TWO Phillip Martin....Atkennnnnnnnnnnnn.

The crowd let out a cacophony of boos, which PMA chooses to ignore, simply walking to the ring, climbing in between the top and middle rope, shaking Chimmel's hand, then wiping it clean on Tony's new tux.

TC: And his opponent...from Airdrie, Scotland, but now residing in Doncaster, Englan....

PMA takes the mic.....

PMA: Allow me Tony.....From Doncaster, England, weighing in at 260lbs.....accompanied by the biggest slut in pro-wrestling history.....

Heyman: *laughs*

Styles: C'mon.....

PMA: ....Angel....He is "The Hangman" Draven Cage.....and he is a loser who isn't even as smart as you people out there, never mind me...

Tear Away by Drowning Pool plays out over the PA system, causing a large proportion of the crowd to cheer the arrival of the one man ball of destruction.

Draven Cage dressed in black tights, a new t-shirt, and his trademark leather jacket makes his way to ringside, accompanied by Angel, his stunning valet.

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Heyman: And here they come....and he looks pissed Joey.

Styles: Wouldn't you be?.........he dissed him, insulted his friend...

Heyman: His friend????....Yeah right.

Styles:...insulted his friend, made some moves on her, and is basically a pain in the ass......so yeah...he's pissed Paul.....they actually pay you for your insight too don't they.

Heyman: And pay well too....

Styles: Must be unusual for you to work in a wrestling company where the employees get paid, huh Paul.....

Heyman: Anyway.....

Angel walks along the apron as DC climbs into the ring and charges PMA, knocking him on his ass with a clothesline....

Styles: This one has started in a hurry....and Draven Cage is stomping the holy crap out of PMA in the corner.....

Draven stomps PMA five times in a row, before taking a step back, charging again and landing a low dropkick to the face and chest of the smart one.

Heyman: DC wasting no time in taking control of this one Joey...

Styles: Cage picks him up......ohhh...a series of right forearms to the head.....DC really wants to punish PMA tonight.

The ref steps between them both and forces a break.....But DC ignores this and goes back in for another series of forearm shots....

Styles: Cage risking a disqualification early in this match.

Heyman: He's breaking away before the five Joey.

The referee steps in again and breaks them apart.....Cage pushes the ref away, and as his attention is elswhere, PMA kicks Cage in the nuts as he comes back towards the corner.

Styles: PMA taking advantage of the referee's position and that will change the complexion of this match.

Heyman: And you doubted he was smart Joey....tsk, tsk, tsk.

PMA takes advantage of the low blow and takes it to Draven Cage, stomping him as he lays on the mat.

Styles: PMA taking control now......an elbow drop to the sternum, another....a trifecta of elbows and DC is in trouble now.

PMA takes his attention away from Cage and begins to insult some ringsiders. Draven starts to get to his feet and is on one knee as PMA turns around, pions to his head, then nails DC with a boot to the chin, putting him on his back again.

Heyman: Now that was smart Joey.....not letting the man to his feet is smart, admit it.

Styles: Yes it's smart....but he better stay on him Paul....we've seen DC come back from worse than this.

Angel on the outside, dressed in a skin-tight, black leather catsuit and knee-high, heeled boots stalks the ringside area, shouting out encouragement to her man.

Heyman: Boy that Angel....she'd sure make me rise from the canvas if you know what I mean Joey.

Styles: If I didn't I'm sure I could get Jerry Lawler to translate for me.

We cut to a split screen that shows The Dark Alliance watching the match in the locker room.

Styles: Sickness obviously watching to see what kind of shape Cage will be in when he finally gets his wish to go one-on-one with the deranged one.

Back to full screen

PMA picks up Cage and punches him straight back down with a big right hand........Cage is woozy and struggles to get back up........PMA runs off the far ropes to get momentum.....

Heyman: What a spinebuster....

Styles: Desperation on the part of Draven Cage....but it has bought him some much needed time to recover.

PMA is down from the spinbuster DC delivered and the referee begins his ten count.

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Draven starts to stir as does PMA....the ref is up to eight when he signals for the match to continue.

Draven nails PMA with a right hand, PMA responds in kind. Both men trade blows.

Heyman: Now in my opinion this isn't smart. PMA needs to keep this a wrestling match, not a slugfest.

Styles: DC getting the upperhand, now firing in right hands to no response.

The crowd start to rumble, making noise and stamping their feet as DC takes control with a series of right hands that has PMA reeling.

Draven whips PMA into the ropes and catches him with a back-body drop.....but he's not done. He runs over to the far corner and sqauts down near the buckles.

Angel is jumping around on the outside....inspiring her man.....and thousands more in the arena and at home watching on PPV

PMA slowly gets up as DC charges from his squatted position.....

Styles: And the Airdrie Boot connects......and the first cover of the match....


Ref jumps down for the count.....

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A kick out by PMA....but there wasn't much behind it as Draven caught him flush on the jaw with that kick.

DC goes to the opposite corner and squats again....readying himself for another attack......PMA struggles to his feet and turns around as DC charges once more.....

Heyman:Gore!Gore!GORE!!!!!

Styles: Is it the year 2001 again?

Draven almost snaps PMA in two with a gore........then drops for the cover again as Angel turns her back and counts along with the ref...

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Angel cheers as DC rises to his feet, holdong his hands aloft........the crowd let out a huge roar too.

Styles: Wait a minute....somethings wrong, the ref has just pulled DC's hands back down and is saying no.

The ref walks over to the ropes and puts his foot on it.....PMA had his foot over the bottom rope, so the fall doesn't count.

DC argues with the ref as PMA gets to his feet.....Angel climbs onto the apron to remonstrate with Chad Patton.

Heyman: See......I told you he was smart.

As DC's back is turned, and the ref is tied up with Angel, PMA sneaks out of the ring and is rumagging under the apron.......

Styles: Draven has lost his focus on the match Paul.

PMA returns to the ring with a steel chair and *CLANK* waffles Cage with it as he turns around. He then throws the chair to ringside and makes a cover.

Angel still has the ref occupied, so PMA goes over and grabs him by the shirt, showing him he needs to count.

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Styles: And that is as close to a three-count you're ever gonna see.

Heyman: Didn't think he'd kick outta that Joey.

PMA is frustrated now. He signals to the crowd that it is time to finish this then looks down at Cage. He grabs his left leg and draws a thumb across his throat.

Styles: He could be going for the Humiliation....his version of a figure-four.

He is indeed going for the hold, and he twists Cage's legs into position.

Heyman: And it's locked in Joey.....only a matter of time now.

Cage screams in pain as the hold does it's damage, while Angel tries to motivate DC to stay in the match.

Heyman: He's gotta give it up Joey.....how can he get his revenge on Sickness if he's all busted up?

Styles: But if he quits, then what message does that send to The Dark Alliance?

Draven continues to gut it out in the hold. Angel climbs to the apron and distracts Chad Patton once again.

Styles: I'm beginning to think that Chad has a thing for Angel.

Heyman: Who doesn't Joey, who doesn't?

Styles: Wipe your chin Paul...we're on international tv here.

PMA releases the hold and goes over to get Angel off the apron. Angel and PMA jaw-jack for a bit, until PMA says something she doesn't like and nails him with a slap across the face.

Styles: OH MY GOD!!!!! He got bitch-slapped.

Heyman: I'm telling DC you called her a bitch Joey......

PMA looks at Angel and demands the ref throw her out to the back, but Chad refuses.....

Heyman: I always knew I liked him.....

PMA then pushes Angel off the apron to the floor and jumps down after her. He grabs her by the face and gives her a stern talking too.

Crowd boos loudly

PMA looks out to the crowd and a smirk appears on his face.........Angel goes for another slap but is stopped......PMA then DDTs her on the floor.

Styles: C'mon Paul....that was uncalled for.

Heyman: I agree Joey....how could any man justify laying Angel flat in her back *drifts of into a daydream*

Styles: That was disgusting.....and now he's back in the ring as Cage is getting to his feet.

Draven is on his feet now as PMA charges him, knocking him down with a clothesline.......He goes to turn and run the ropes again, but knocks Chad Patton down as he does so.

Heyman: The ref's out of it Joey......how I like it...now anything goes.

Styles: But in my opinion, that suits Draven Cage more than Mr Atken.

PMA goes back to the outside, stepping over the body of Angel laying prone on the floor, and grabs the steel chair from earlier in the match.

Styles: You can still see the dent Cage's skull left last time Paul.....

PMA winds up to nail DC with the chair again and runs at him, chair in front of his face.....but....*BIGGER CLANK*

Heyman: He countered it Joey

Styles: Edlington Elbow through the chair to the face of PMA......

PMA drops to the floor as Draven stalks him, shaking off the effects of PMA's earlier offence.

Heyman: He's busted him open Joey.....DC smells blood.

Draven picks up PMA by the throat and delivers a crushing chokeslam.........but there is still no ref.

Styles: He's smiling Paul....this cannot be good for PMA.

DC decides that if there is no ref, no problem...he'll kick the crap out of PMA until Chad recovers.

DC picks PMA off the canvas again and puts his head between his legs.......hoists him up.....

Styles: Devastating powerbomb from "The Hangman" layng out PMA.

The crowd chanting along

Crowd: F*CK 'IM UP HANGMAN, **** HIM UP (repeatedly)

Heyman: Do these people have no compassion Joey?

DC goes up to the top-rope ready to deliver a frogsplash, when he notices his valet down at ringside......he delivers the splash anyway, knocking any wind left in PMA out of him.......He then asks Heyman and Styles what happened.

DC: What the f*ck happened Joey.....

Styles: PMA nailed her with a DDT

Heyman: Joey called Angel a bitch

Styles: Shut up Paul

Heyman: Why'd you have to tell him that.

Draven goes back to the ring and grabs the chair that was dented by his skull earlier.....but throws it to the fmat for now.

Styles: DC is pissed now......

Heyman: DC is always pissed at something Joey.

Draven looks over the prone body of PMA and decides he's gonna make him suffer.....he grabs his legs and wraps them around his own.

Styles: That's an edgecution, made famous by Canadian superstar Edge......Ohhhhh, he's locked on an Regal Stretch armbar too.....that's painful to watch Paul.

Heyman: And PMA's tapping, but there is no ref Joey...

Styles: I think that's why DC locked it on Paul, so he'd have no reason to release it....

Angel slowly gets back to her feet, rising up but holding her neck.

Draven releases the hold with PMA still tapping, and goes over to check on Angel as PMA writhes in pain on the canvas.

DC strokes her cheek and asks if she's ok.....Angel nods and signals to finish PMA off.

Draven turns as PMA makes a last ditch lunge at his opponent with a lariat.....Cage ducks under the arm and locks in his famous "Hangman's Noose" submission hold......

Styles: OH...MY...GOD!!!! Hangman'sPlex, Hangman'sPlex to PMA.

Knowing the match is over, Draven goes to the chair on the mat and picks it up.....Angel has awakened Chad Patton and helps him in the ring.

As Chad enters the ring Draven *ANOTHER BIG CLUNK* smashes the chair into PMA's skull, dropping him to the mat and leaving a nice bloodstain on the seat.

Heyman: The referee has got to stop this match now Joey.....

Styles: This match is over Paul......DC locks in the noose again, and he's dropped to the floor, he's looking for the submission victory this time......PMA starts tapping like there is no tomorrow

The referee comes over and taps DC on the shoulder then signals for the timekeeper to ring the bell.

The crowd let out a massive cheer as "Tear Away" by Drowning Pool blares out.

Draven brings Angel into the ring and they both look down at the broken, bleeding body of PMA......

Heyman: Draven Cage is lucky Joey.....PMA had an off night.

Styles: Next on his list is Sickness and the Dark Alliance.....wait a minute.

Chad Patton is talking to Tony Chimmel at ringside.....saying something and making swinging gestures....


Chimmel: Ladies and *music fades* Gentlemen may I have your attention please.....due to the use of a steel chair, Draven Cage has been disqualified....therefore your winner of the match.....Philip..Martin..Atken. *"Perfect Strangers" - Deep Purple starts on the PA system instead*

Crowd boo furiously

Styles: When Cahd was coming into the ring he must've saw the chairshot by Draven Cage. That was enought to earn a disqualification......and the crowd don't like it one bit Paul.

Heyman: The smartest man in wrestling is triumphant once more Joey... I knew he could do it.

Draven chases Chad Patton to the back accompanied by Angel as PMA stands up in the far corner of the ring, hands held aloft in triumph, with blood trickling down his face.

We cut to the backstage area

[Christof]

Back from Backstage and straight to the announcers

Styles: There is a lot of hatred between the two wrestlers involved in the upcoming match. Flying Brian Flynn takes on the undefeated Fabio Rossi.

Heyman: Both men are making their pay-per-view debut here tonight. Nerves may play a role in both superstars’ performance in this bout.

Styles: Remember, this all started when Rossi brutally assaulted Flynn during his match two weeks in a row, because he believed that Flynn was stealing his family’s glory.

Heyman: Well, FBF didn’t take to Rossi’s attacks to well and has displayed a new-found ferocity towards the Italian.

A clip is shown of Flynn’s interview from last week.

Styles: However, Rossi has both the height and weight advantage in this contest. Coupled with his unbeaten record, he has to be the favourite to emerge as the winner.

Tony Chimel climbs into the ring and begins to announce the next match.

Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and there is a thirty minute time limit.

“If You Want Blood” hits the arena as Flynn walks through the curtain. FBF pauses at the ring entrance as he comes out, he then walks to the left and poses for the crowd, then to the right and poses again. The crowd lap this up and cheer him on.

Chimel: Making his way to the ring, weighing in tonight at 237 pounds and hailing from Swords, Ireland, he is FBF, Flying Brian Flynn!

Brian sprints to the ring and pauses to pose once more.

Heyman: Flynn should be a bit more focused on the upcoming match, instead of gesturing to the fans. He’s too cocky for his own good.

Styles: I think the word you want is confident. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with trying to get the crowd on your side.

FBF stops posing for the crowd as his music stops and “You’re Not Alone“ starts to play.

Chimel: And from Belfast, Ireland, weighing in at 255 pounds … Fabio Rossi!

Rossi emerges to heavy jeering from the audience. He starts to walk to the ring, pausing only briefly to sneer at some of the hecklers as he does so.
The Wolverine pauses as he reaches the ring, taking off his sunglasses and jacket and placing them near the ring bell. He then enters the ring where the ref is checking FBF for foreign objects.

Finished with Brian, the ref also checks Rossi and finding nothing, waves at the timekeeper to start the match.

Rossi walks right over to FBF and slaps him in the face. Brian responds in kind by slapping Fabio right back.

Styles: I think that has set the tone for this match. There’s some real hatred between these two superstars.

The two opponents circle each other before Flynn makes a move. Brian attempts a karate style straight kick but Rossi ducks and with his opponent off balance, Rossi knocks him down.

The Wolverine tries to lock in an armbar but Brian counters with one of his own, Rossi reaches for the ropes successfully and the ref breaks the hold. Both men get back to their feet, but the quicker Rossi manages to whip Brian into the ropes. As Flynn rebounds, Rossi catches him with a big clothesline which knocks FBF to the mat. Rossi stands over his adversary and then drops a leg ...

…But Brian rolls away and Rossi hits nothing but canvas. Flynn stands up and picks up Rossi before slamming him back down. Brian turns away form his opponent and then does a standing moonsault into a pinning combination.

The ref’s hand slaps the mat.

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Rossi gets his shoulder up.

Brian tries to pick up his adversary but receives several punches in the head for his trouble. Standing up now, Rossi whips FBF into the corner turnbuckle. He follows him slowly, taking no chances by charging in.

Rossi starts to choke FBF in the corner, only breaking to stop the five count. He does this several times before he pulls Flynn out of the corner, and then belly to belly suplexes him halfway across the ring. Rossi waits for Flynn to pull himself to his feet before yelling “It’s over!” and delivering a devastating brain buster.

Rossi now covers FBF.


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No, Flynn got his shoulder up.

PH: Can this ref even count to three?

Rossi starts to lose his temper and harasses the ref but this just gives FBF time to recover. Eventually, the Wolverine turns and attempts to lock in the sharpshooter, however his attempt is thwarted as Brian kicks him off. Brian manages to get back to his feet and catches Rossi with a fall away slam.

Flying Brian pulls his adversary to his feet and whips him hard into the corner. He follows him in, mounts the ropes and starts punching Rossi in the face as the crowd chant along.

After the tenth punch, Brian moves away from Rossi, who collapses off the buckle onto the mat. Brian drags Rossi away from the ropes and then climbs up to the top, where he hits his patented 450 splash on Rossi. He covers his prone opponent.


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Brian goes for a second cover.

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A determined Flynn quickly raises his opponent to his feet and tries to deliver an Irish whip. However, it is reversed by the Italian and when FBF bounces off the ropes, he is met by a devastating spinebuster.

However, Rossi doesn’t yet go for the kill, instead he wants to punish his opponent some more. Fabio lifts Brian up and knocks him right back down with a big Russian leg sweep. Then Fabio picks up Flynn again and then hits him with a release German suplex. Satisfied that this must be enough he pins FBF.


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Flynn managed to raise his shoulder before the three count!

Styles: Flynn is displaying amazing tenacity in this match. You certainly can’t question his guts.

Heyman: Certainly, but I can’t say that I’m surprised. It’s WrestleNova, the biggest event of the year. Every wrestler involved is going to give a little extra in the ring tonight.

Rossi sarcastically applauds the referee as he waits for Flynn to get up. When the plucky Irishman pulls himself up to an upright position, Rossi bellows “Evil!”. One Michinoku Driver later, the word “Indeed” is uttered. The Wolverine then drags his adversary to the corner, steps back, takes a run-up and connects with a vicious knee to the face.

Styles: FBF is absorbing a lot of punishment in this match and it appears to be taking its toll on him.

Heyman: I think that Rossi just busted Flynn wide open with that knee!

Styles: Yes, FBF has been lacerated by that last attack. I don’t think that he’ll be able to withstand much more punishment in this contest.

Rossi clobbers Flynn with a BIONIC ELBOW~! before executing a T-Bone suplex. The Wolverine laughs at his fallen opponent, who is wearing a full crimson mask. Rossi then makes a cut-throat signal to indicate the end of the match. He brings Flynn between his legs and lifts … but it’s reversed into a back body drop.

Flynn, sensing that this will be his only chance of a comeback, follows up with three consecutive clotheslines. He then executes a beautiful dropkick on the Italian. Rossi attempts to get up, but is stopped by a picture-perfect shining wizard.

The Irishman quickly ascends the top turnbuckle and nails a senton bomb! He hooks Rossi’s leg …


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Rossi dug deep into his remaining reserves of energy to power out!

Styles: I thought that it was over right there!

Heyman: So did I. You might not admire him, but Rossi showed a lot of intestinal fortitude to survive that predicament.

Both men struggle to their feet and start to exchange blows. Eventually, Brian blocks a punch from the Wolverine and starts to deliver blistering right hands, forcing Rossi into the corner. Flynn charges at Rossi, but the cunning Italian pulls the match official in front of him and FBF accidentally takes the referee out!

Styles: That is utterly disgraceful behaviour from Fabio Rossi. We were enjoying a clean, exciting match until he pulled the referee into harm’s way.

Heyman: Flynn’s the one who knocked the ref down. He’s just as culpable as the Next Big Thing.

Styles: It was an accident!

Fabio throws a left hook, but Flynn ducks it and hits a Pele kick. He quickly goes over to his grounded adversary and applies the FBF lock!

Rossi writhes in agony on the mat, desperately trying to escape the submission. He tries to pull himself closer to the ropes, but Flynn cinches the hold in tighter. Rossi raises his hand and … taps out!

FBF releases the hold and climbs to the top rope to celebrate. However …

Heyman: I think that someone should tell him that the referee didn’t see a thing.

Styles: Unfortunately for Brian Flynn, the match official is still knocked out and thus doesn’t know that Rossi tapped!

Flynn finally realises that the match isn’t over yet and walks over to the ref. FBF begins shaking him in an attempt to revive the fallen official, but it proves to be of no avail. Shrugging, he turns around … but is caught by a punch to his throat from his opponent! Dazed and struggling to breathe, Flynn is left unable to defend himself and gets dismantled by an unprettier.

Styles: Damnit! Rossi just can’t fight a clean match, can he?

Heyman: There’s no denying that he’s a dastardly customer. However, there’s also no denying that he’s extremely intelligent. He’s taken full advantage of the referee’s downfall and so as the upper hand in this match.

Styles: Yes, I realise that his actions are smart. They’re also morally wrong and make him nothing but a cheat … now where’s he going?

Rossi leaves the ring, where Brian Flynn is still desperately gasping for air, and grabs a steel chair. He crawls back into the ring with it and patiently waits for the Irishman to pull himself up. When Flynn eventually manages to stand, Rossi swings the chair …

And connects with a vicious, unprotected shot to Flynn’s head!

The referee starts to show signs of consciousness, so Rossi throws the chair out of the ring and makes the cover as the Chicago crowd chant along …



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Flynn kicked out!

Styles: Oh my God!

Heyman: … How?

Styles: I don’t think that anyone knows, possibly not even Flynn himself!

Heyman: I’ll tell you something, I’ve seen and booked the toughest, most extreme wrestlers ever to grace the industry. And the vast majority of them would have stayed down for a three count right there.

Rossi gapes in disbelief as the fans start a loud “FBF” chant. He rolls to the outside and kicks the steps in frustration. After a few seconds of reflection, he climbs back in and grabs Flynn … but is caught by a small package!



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The Italian gets the shoulder up, though most fans at ringside seem convinced that the ref’s hand hit the mat before the kick-out.

Both men crawl to upright positions but the exhausted Flynn immediately falls back down. Rossi drops a leg on him and then attempts to lift him up, but by this stage FBF is dead weight.

The exasperated Wolverine kicks him repeatedly and then uncharacteristically heads up to the top rope. He flies off the turnbuckle and … drops a HARD elbow onto Flynn’s bloody face. Convinced that it’s over, Rossi hooks the leg …



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Flynn kicked out again!


Styles: What is it going to take to keep this man down?

Heyman: I think that even if Rossi chopped Flynn down with a machete, the Irishman would still kick out!

Rossi screams in Flynn’s face to stay down. He then walks over to the referee and tells him to stop the match. The official walks over to FBF and asks him if can continue. Brian doesn’t seem to be able to speak, but manages to give a slight nod.

The Italian now has a murderous look in his eyes and attempts to lift Flynn again but fails. The quick-thinking Rossi then rolls Flynn out of the ring and drags him up halfway up the ramp. He then climbs back in the squared circle and orders the ref to count.

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Flynn is still lying motionless on the floor.

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FBF begins to stir! Rossi starts yelling at the referee to count faster.

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Flynn crawls closer to the ring.

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Unfortunately, Flynn isn’t making progress quickly enough to beat the count and is still approximately three metres from safety …

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With a sudden burst of energy, Flynn dives for the apron …






And makes it!


Rossi starts to pull his hair in frustration. With a new-found venom, he throws Flynn into the ring and ties him up in the ropes. Numerous, unrelenting chops are delivered to the chest of Brian Flynn. After thirty long seconds, Rossi tries one last time to lift FBF up … and manages it, using the leverage of the ropes.

He quickly unleashes a Time Killer and drags Flynn to the centre of the ring, where he makes the pin …


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Styles: He finally got him!

Heyman: And it’s about time too. I was beginning to think that Flynn would never stay down.

Rossi pumps his fist in relief at having finally put away his opponent. He rolls out of the squared circle and walks over to Chimel. The Wolverine snatches the ring announcer’s microphone and begins to speak …

Rossi: The winner of this match, via pinfall … the amazing, the incredible, the undefeated Fabio Rossi!

The crowd start to boo him loudly. Meanwhile, Road agents come down to ringside to check on Brian Flynn

Rossi: And YOUR loser … the man who can’t even stand up, Fin!

The boos intensify in volume.

Rossi: Well, whatever his name is, I just left him lying in a pool of his own blood. Let this serve as a message to the rest of TWOStars. I am not to be messed with and I cannot be beaten.

The Wolverine throws the microphone down and walks down the ramp to catcalls.

Styles: That Fabio Rossi has some real class.

Heyman: Joey, you really need to lay off with the sarcasm.

Styles: Fine. But c’mon, he could show at least a little respect to his opponent. He doesn’t have to shake Flynn’s hand or anything, but walking off without insulting him would be nice.

The agents eventually get FBF to his feet. The Chicago fans all rise in unison and begin to clap Flynn, in a show of appreciation for his resilience and effort.

Styles: This man has a real never-say-die attitude. I don’t remember ever seeing a wrestler show so much heart and courage during a match.

Heyman: I don’t like him very much, but he’s certainly risen up in my estimation. The shots that he took were unbelievable!

Styles: And he had the match won when the referee was knocked out cold. Nevertheless, the result is that Fabio Rossi has beaten Brian Flynn here at WrestleNova.

Cut to Wrestlenova Fan Access video package

[Christof]

Back from Fan Access, the camera shoots around the crowd before returning to the announce table

Js: Wow, It’s been a wild night so far and things are going to get even wilder now.

PH: You know it Joey; it’s time for T.T.L.C. Televisions, Tables, Ladders and Chairs. Do you know what that spells?

JS: Tutluk?

PH: It spells carnage! It spells destruction and I think it spells new Tag champions!

JS: Come on Paul, the Dark Alliance are probably the most experienced team on the roster. They’ve been champs for a hell of a long time. They’ve proved time and again they’ll do anything to retain their belts and with all the weapons available in this match I’d say it suits them to a T.

Suddenly the lights go out in the arena and “Stricken” by Disturbed plays. Large spotlights sweep across the sold-out arena. Suddenly two of the spots sweep quickly to the stage and pick out The Man Ashton Butcher and The Omega Male Arron Winter.

The Man is carrying a ladder in one hand and raises it toward the crowd. Winter carries a table under one arm, after a short pause the two men make their way to the ring. Arron rests the table against a turnbuckle but Butcher leaves the ladder outside the ring. As both men enter the squared circle they stare at the suspended title belts above the ring.

Tony Chimmel: Introducing first, the challengers. Weighing in at a combined weight of 505 pounds, the team of Arron Winter and Ashton Butcher… The New Bloooooooddddddd!!!

JS: Looks like the New Blood coming prepared for this match.

PH: Damn straight. These two monsters have been focused on this night for the last 2 months. They’re not going to let their focus slip at the final hurdle.

JS: There’s no denying the impact that this violent bunch of thugs has had in TWOStars. Whether it’s the demolition of top stars Like Evil Gringo, The Judge or Twiggie you have to be impressed by their teamwork.

“Stricken” fades out and The New Blood pace the ring waiting for their opponents. “Climbing the walls” begins to play and Boyo and Sickness appear on stage, dressed in their usual ring attire. Boyo is carrying two steel chairs whilst Sickness is dragging two huge TV’s along after him.

JS: Speaking of teamwork, here’s Sickness and The biggest Jackass of them all.

Tony Chimmel: And introducing the current TWOStars Tag Team Champions. Weighing in at 447 pounds, Sickness and Boyo….. The Dark Alliannncccceeee!!!

The crowd actually begins a ragged “D.A” chant, picking out the Dark Alliance as the team they loath the least.

PH: Well, who’d have thought that. The crowd actually getting behind these two.

JS: Stranger things have happened, Paul.

PH: True, Darkstar gave you a job.

JS: and I believe once you actually paid someone with real money.

PH: Touché, Styles, touché.

Sickness and Boyo reach the ring as “Climbing the walls” Fades out. They look at one another and then throw their weapons into the ring. The New Blood are forced to back off and The Dark Alliance takes the opportunity to slide into the ring.

JS: Here we go, all four men in the ring. Time to witness some carnage!

All four men charge at one another throwing stiff shots, Boyo takes on Frostbite and Sickness tangles with The Man. Butcher throws Boyo to the ropes and meets him with a huge clothesline to the outside. Meanwhile Arron and sickness are still trading punches, suddenly free of an opponent Ashton picks up a chair and * crack * levels Sickness with a shot to the back of the head.

PH: What a shot from The Man! Now the New Blood have got the DA where they want them!

Boyo begins to stir outside the ring, groggily regaining his footing. Winter motions to his tag partner to deal with the Welshman.

JS: Baseball slide to the face! Boyo’s going to need to see his orthodontist after that.

Butcher grabs his flattened enemy and prepares to whip him into the steel steps. But Boyo isn’t as hurt as he’s made out and reverses the whip sending the 6 footer into the steel steps with a huge crash.

Back in the ring Winter, who has been stomping away at Sickness, realises that his compadre is hurt and rolls out of the ring to assist him. As he turns the ring corner * THUD * Boyo catches The Omega Male in the head with the top of a ladder.

JS: Big time ladder shot from the Jackass there. Seems this match has turned around somewhat Paul?

PH: Listen Styles, That shot is hardly going to stop the New Blood. These guys are indestructible!

Boyo races around ringside and catches the stunned Winter with a running bulldog to the arena floor. Back in the ring Sickness has shaken off the worst of his attack and signals to Boyo to pass him a ladder.

JS: Wow, it could be all over right here. Sickness wanting to go up for the belts!

Boyo slides the ladder under the ropes and pushes towards his unstable partner. In the ring Sickness takes his time to position the ladder under the belts. He begins to climb but as he gets to the top it becomes clear that this ladder isn’t quite high enough for him to stretch for the belts.

Just as the Sick one reaches for the belts on tip-toe Ashton Butcher climbs in the ring and with a mighty heave shoves the ladder over. Sickness is propelled uncontrollably to the ring ropes. He catches the top rope with his stomach and then is thrown to the outside by the force of the ropes.

JS: Their pulling out all the stops here Heyman. That fall nearly broke Sickness in half!

PH: SO it’s Sickness and Winter down on the outside. Butcher against Boyo, this shouldn’t even be a contest!

Boyo clambers back into the ring and leaps at Butcher but The Man is to fast and catches the flying Welshman in mid air in a bear hug. The former amateur champ then runs full pelt into a turnbuckle crushing his opponent.

But still the monster doesn’t release his hold and hits Boyo with a massive release German suplex. Butcher stands up and salutes the Chicago crowd with a couple of middle fingers.

JS: That’s classy.

PH: That’s The Man! What do these stupid people think he’s going to do? Applaud them for chanting for the Dark Alliance?

Outside Arron Winter is slowly getting to his feet. Seeing the ladder he picks it up and props it against the ropes, preparing to bring it into the ring.

JS: I guess the New Blood sensing a victory here, that looks like the biggest ladder we’ve got.

Back in then ring Boyo brings his dazed opponent up to a vertical base and prepares to hit him with a big right hand. Quick as a flash Boyo reacts with a thumb to eye of his attacker.

JS: The ol’ poke in the eye from the ol’ Jackass there!

PH: Isn’t that illegal?

JS: In a TTLC match!?

PH: Ahhh, fair enough.

Boyo the spins 360 degrees an hits the blinded Butcher with a punch

PH: Shades of the late Kerry Von Erich there with the Texas Tornado discus punch.

The Man staggers back towards the ropes and Boyo flings himself in the opposite direction. Boyo runs toward Butcher but at the lasts second The Man drops and hits a drop toe hold on the Biggest Jackass. Boyo’s head flies into the ladder rungs between the top and second rope.

On the outside Arron Winter runs up the steel steps and hits a dropkick onto the ladder gaining about 8 ft off the ground.

JS: OH MY GAWD!!! He took his head off with that move!

PH: Wow Joey. Look at the height The Omega Male got on that dropkick!

Back in the ring Boyo is laid out on the canvas, blood pouring from an open cut above his right eye. Butcher crawls over to the bloody Welshman and begins to
rain punches down onto the Jackasses head wound.

JS: He’s sick!

PH: d**n right, He’s going after the weakest point of his enemy. This for the Tag titles, you’ve got to be prepared to take an advantage you can get!

Back in the ring The Man drags Boyo to his feet and whips him into the rope but as Butcher goes for a clothesline the resourceful Boyo ducks and applies a sleeper hold to former F.W.A alumni.

JS: Sleeper, he’s got the sleeper locked in....And now the body scissors. How is Butcher going to get himself out of this?

The referee takes a look at butcher, who is struggling to break the hold. He lifts The Man’s arm once, it falls to the mat. He lifts a second time and it also drops to the mat

JS: If Butcher goes out here it will be 2 on 1 and I can’t see Winter overcoming those odds!

The ref lifts a third time....

Arron Winter stomps heavily on Boyo’s head and the hold is broken. Winter keeps on stomping on Boyo mercilessly until, satisfied with his work, He pulls the Biggest Jackass up to his feet. Scooping the bloody Boyo on to his shoulders Arron uses a tremendous burst of energy to fling his foe off of his shoulders connecting with a knee as the battered Tag champion falls to the ground.

PH: Hibernation! Better known as the Go To Sleep. It’s a little known fact that The Omega Male worked as Gajjin in Japan before he came over to TWOStars.

JS: Boyo’s been taking heavy punishment to his head since The New Blood bust him open with that sick dropkick. How much blood can he afford to lose?

Once again Arron pulls the nearly lifeless form of Boyo to his feet. Leaving him standing in the centre of the ring Arron runs to the ropes ready for a crushing Clothesline.

JS: Sickness with the chair shot right to the back of Winters head. I think that God himself heard the crack of that steel chair off of Frostbite’s skull!

PH: Where did he come from? I thought Butcher took him out with that ladder fall?

Sickness lets out a bellowing roar and stomps his way over to Butcher, who is desperately trying to regain some composure after almost being choked out.

JS: Look at Sickness’ face! He’s madder than hell! Butcher’s going to be in some serious trouble!

PH: Come on Ashton, get out of his…. NO!!

As Butcher regains his footing the powerful arms of Sickness envelope him as the deranged one locks in….


JS: Sicknote! It’s the Sicknote!

PH: But it’s all useless. Titles can’t be won on a submission! They’ve gotta grab those belts!

Sickness is putting all the pressure he can muster onto the shoulders, arms and neck of the screaming Butcher. The Man flails around desperately trying to break the hold but nothing he tries seems to work.

Out of nowhere Arron Winter powers his shoulder into his team-mates stomach and slams both Sickness and Butcher through the table propped up against the far turnbuckle!

JS: What the hell! He just took out his own partner!

PH: There’s no point in having a partner whose got a broken neck is there! Plus Sickness to 90% of the impact there!

As the carnage in the corner slowly begins to untangle itself Boyo drags one of the large televisions up from ringside. Placing it in the centre of the ring he grabs the dazed Winter from the corner. A quick kick to the gut and Boyo sets Winter up…

JS: Boyo going for a powerslam?

Boyo wrenches Winter up over his shoulder and runs forward..

JS: Sickness Back-breaker onto the TV! What a move!

PH: That’s it Joey. No one is going to get up after that! He took the full impact into his head and back! I’m surprised he’s even alive!

JS: This promised to be a brutal and bloody match but some of the things we’ve seen here are just horrific. What won’t these four men do to win the title?

Boyo stands up and shouts out to the crowd “looks like it’s s**t on the telly again!”. The crowd begin a “BOYO” chant as the Welshman struts across the ring for the ladder.

JS: It’s a confident Boyo going for the big ladder. He won’t make the same mistake as Sickness did.

PH: It’s that cockiness that’s going to be his downfall. The New Blood are nowhere near defeated yet.

Boyo drags the ladder into position and slowly makes his way to the top. But Ashton Butcher manages to begin to crawl up after him and just as the Biggest Jackass of them all reaches the top he jumps and grabs hold of Boyo’s leg.

Boyo tries to kick away the struggling Butcher but slowly Butcher pulls himself level with the former ERE star. The two men trade blows but Ashton comes out on top. Dragging himself around he latches onto Boyo’s neck and leaps from the ladder.

PH: Neckbreaker from the top of the ladder!! My god, what impact! Now’s whose on top in this match Styles!

JS: I don’t think you could say anyone is on top. These athletes have taken some hellacious shots. Whoever wins this is going to have to be superhuman!

PH: But the hurricane isn’t in this match?

JS: Shut up Paulie….

Back in the ring the ref has managed to clear some of the debris away as the four men struggle to their feet. Sickness gets up first and staggers over to Butcher. The two trade shots before Sickness Levels Butcher with a huge head butt.

Meanwhile Arron winter has managed to drag the semi-conscious Boyo to the outside by the Spanish announce table. Rolling his man onto the broadcast table winter climbs up himself. Picking up the bloodied Boyo under each arm Arron uses all his might to raise him, Razors Edge style, above him. With one last push The Omega Male flips Boyo over his shoulder and hits a face first DDT through the announce table.

PH: The End Of The Dream! What a sick move! Face first through the announce table!

JS: But it looks like Winter’s taken a bad fall he’s clasping at his leg Paul! That’s bad news for Butcher.

Back in the ring Sickness has been taking apart Butcher with punches and head butts. With The Man safely pacified the Sick one grabs hold of a chair and drags himself to a turnbuckle

JS: Sickness to the top rope with the chair? It can mean one thing…… Shooting Star Press onto the chair onto Butcher! Did you hear the impact!

PH: That’s it. Someone’s gotta do something; these guys are going to kill each other live on TV. Again I can’t believe I didn’t come up with this myself…

Sickness clutches his own ribs; obviously having taken some of the impact from the SSP. Butcher is rolling around in a ball with blood dripping from a nasty cut on his head.

The camera cuts to an aerial shot from the belts showing the two downed men on the outside and Butcher still clutching his face in a corner.

Sickness manages once again to haul himself upright and pulls the 20ft steel ladder into the centre of the ring.

JS: This is it Paul. Sickness and Boyo are going to retain their belts!

Sickness begins his ascent, slow step after slow step, inching closer to the shining gold prize. But at the top he suddenly finds he’s staring into the cold eyes of Arron Winter. Unsteadily the two men start to swing punches at one another.

A slip of a foot allows Frostbite to gain a slight advantage and with his last few reserves of strength pulls the 5’11 madman off of the ladder. Not to be denied Sickness flails an arm out and grabs hold of Winter’s leg sending the Estonian crashing down the rungs of the ladder.

PH: Oooohh, did you hear Winter’s head connect with that steel rung?

JS: He bounced down that ladder like slinky!

With all four men down the ref begins a 10 count..

1



2



3



4


5

A stir can be seen from Sickness and Winter. Both men crawl to a rope


6




7


The two wounded animals slowly climb to their knees


8




9


Sickness is up! But so is the Omega Male and they both fling themselves at one another throwing punches and knees.

JS: Look at these two! After all the punishment they’ve sustained they’re still capable of attack each other with this level of ferocity!

PH: The hunger of the New Blood is what makes them so deadly but Sickness and Boyo have been at the top for a long time. There’s no way they are going to relinquish that without a fight.

JS: True.

Sickness begins to take control of the man from Tallinn and hits him with a stiff kick to the gut. Arron falls to one knee only to be met with another hard kick this time to his temple. Frostbite falls to the floor but tries to pick himself up but Sickness is on top of him in a flash.

JS: STF from the Sickness! He’s busting out some technical moves tonight, cranking the pressure on Winter’s neck and injured leg!

PH: He’s mad but not stupid. Well at least in the ring..... Most of the time..... Can I start again?

Even with his scrambled mind of Sickness realises he’s wasting time in a submission hold. Dropping Winter’s head to the mat he raises himself to his feet and picks up one of Boyo’s steel chairs. Carefully he slides Winters head into the back of the chair and then stalk over to the turnbuckle.

JS: He can’t, can he? Not the Shooting Star Press onto the chair! He’ll kill him!

PH: Even I’m not sure about this. He’ll pop the Omega Male’s off of his shoulders.

Sickness reaches the top of the turnbuckle and turns, readying himself to.......Out of nowhere * SLAM * The Man hits Sickness in the stomach with the other chair. Before the big man can topple forward Butcher scales the ropes and powers sickness onto his shoulder. Sliding his foe over his shoulder the 260lb monster leaps from the top rope.

PH: Danger Driver! My God! Danger Driver! Butcher has surely won it for the New Blood.

JS: Doesn’t look like their finished with Sickness yet!

The man dis-entangles himself from the crumpled form of Sickness and walks over to his compatriot. Pulling Winter to his feet he motions to the brooding Estonian to set up something...

JS: What the hell are they up to?

PH: What ever it is, you can bet it’s going to spell bad news for the Tag champ.

In the ring Arron Winter has dragged a table out from under the ring and slides it to Butcher who’s sets it up in the middle of the ring. He then moves the 20ft ladder to the corner of the ring. On the outside Arron has position the smaller ladder sop that it rests on the top rope, parallel to the table, holding it at the end outside the ring.

Butcher hops across and lifts the one unsmashed television on the free end of the ladder.

JS: Any idea what hell is going on?

PH: Your guess is as good as mine. Looks like a very bloody game of Mousetrap out there.

Butcher signals to winter that he’s ready and drags Sickness onto the table then scrambles up the larger ladder. With another tow fingers to the crowd he leaps off of the ladder....

At the same time Winter, still holding the ladder, jumps off the ring apron. This propels the television up into air......

Where incredibly The Man grabs it from mid-air! Finally Butcher slams through the prone Sickness, crashing the TV off of his skull!
There’s a deathly silence in the arena as the audience stares in disbelief at the train wreck in the middle of the ring. Then an almighty “Holy S**T” rings out across the arena.

JS:............




PH:..........


JS: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!


PH: That has to be the most insane thing I have ever seen. 20ft from a ladder, catching a TV and still hitting his opponent. If Butcher even survived that I’m impressed.

JS: Look, Butchers moving. That crazy son of b***h.

Butcher slowly crawls away from the wreckage of the table. It’s clear that he’s injured his ribs with the hellacious impact. Arron sprints into the ring to check on his tag partner. After making sure that The Man isn’t seriously damaged Winter glances at the belts suspended above him.

PH: I can feel it Styles, we’re going to have new champs!

JS: I’m sorry to have to agree with you Paul. Ewww, I feel all dirty and violated....

The Omega Male walks over to the taller ladder and drags it across the ring, setting it up dead centre above the remains of the table and Sickness. With one last glance over to Butcher the white haired wrestler begins to slowly climb up the ladder.

Finally he reaches the top and stands up. He reaches an arm high into the air and latches onto the steel ring from which the Tag Belts are hanging.

PH: He’s done it! He’s got the...

JS: No wait! It’s Boyo! He’s pushing the ladder over!

From out of nowhere the bloody and battered Welshman has hauled himself back into the ring. With his last reserves of strength the Jackass pushes against the ladder, causing it to topple to the right.

JS: Look at winter he’s still hanging onto the steel ring!

PS: He looks like a giant car air freshener!

JS: Superb analogy there.

PH: He does though.

Boyo struggles to his feet once more. Seeing his enemy still with a grip on his belt Boyo looks around him for some way to get to Winter. Suddenly an idea comes to him.

JS: Boyo to the outside! What’s he got planned?

PH: God knows, but I need to speak to him about this bulk order of Paul Heyman original T-shirts I bought from him...

Boyo slips to the apron and then wrenches on the top rope propelling him onto to the highest ring rope. With a huge push he springboards into the ring and grabs hold of Arron Winter who is still grasping the ring for dear life.

JS: What a move from Boyo! How long will Winter be able to hold both their weight for?

PH: The look on his face will tell you.

Etched over the features of the man from Estonia is the look of pain from his tortured muscles. The impact of Boyo has caused the wire holding the two men to swing from side to side. Even as this happens Boyo can be seen to be crawling up the body of the New Blood member.

JS: Could he steal this from under the New Bloods noses? He’s only 4 feet from retaining the precious titles!

Suddenly Boyo’s progress is stopped, he looks down to see Ashton Butcher grabbing hold of his foot. Desperately Boyo tries to shake off the attention of The Man. With the weight of 2 men pulling on him The Omega Male is finding it harder and harder to hold and his grip begins to slip.

Just as Ashton get a firm hold the swinging Boyo there’s an unexpected force holding onto his leg. The camera snaps to a shot of the ragged Sickness, drenched in his own blood clinging on Bucher’s leg and waist. Finally with the pull of three men Arron Winter is forced to relinquish his grasp and the two suspended men crash unceremoniously onto the two men in the ring.

JS: What happened, quick get a shot of the Belts.

PH: I can’t see the damn wire is swinging about too much!

JS: Are the belts still there?

The camera tries to focus in on the wire. After several blurred attempts there’s a shot of some clarity.

PH: Their gone!

JS: We’ve got a winner folks but who?

PH: The New Blood , Duh!

JS: I think not, Looked to me like Boyo grabbed one of the belts just before they fell.

PH: Well let’s see what the Ref says then, eh?

Back in the ring the poor referee is searching through the broken bodies for the tag belts. He pulls one out, clutched by the fingers of Arron Winter!

PH: Told you Styles, I told you!

JS: No wait, look again! The other Tag belt is being held by Boyo!

PH: So who won then?

Suddenly “Break Stuff” blasts out and the shadowy figure of Darkstar emerges onto the stage area to a chorus of boos from the crowd. Grabbing a microphone from a nearby stagehand Darkstar speaks...

DS: Well, looks like we can’t go five minutes without me having to waste my time by sorting out results of matches. Anyone would think I’d didn’t have better things to do. So lets go to the Slow Motion replay if you please.

In a panic the Online Editor cuts to a shot of Iagan in his lockeroom biting his toe nails and quickly snaps it back to slo mo replay.

The Video shows Winter losing his grip on the ring as Boyo makes a last ditch surge to escape Butcher’s clutches. As they begin to fall Winter’s fingers manage to grab hold of both belts but the buckles give way instantly to the force of the two falling men, Boyo’s finger tips brush against the belts but fail to actually get a grasp. Falling to the floor one of the belts is spilled to the ground where the Welshman whips out a hand and grabs it.

DS: Right, so there you go Folks. I’d like you all to greet the NEW Tag Team Champions, The New Blood!

The crowd erupt into boos and insults directed at the TWOstars owner and the new Champs. Slowly Winter stands to his feet, still holding onto the tag belt. Butcher disentangles himself from Boyo and Sickness grabbing the belt from the Biggest Jackass and razing his hand in the air.

As “Stricken” by Disturbed plays Drake Rush and Red Scorpion make appear on the ramp way applauding their team mates as the make there way to the ring. The new champions roll gingerly out of the ring, Butcher wiping the blood from his face. Standing next to their New Blood brothers all four men raise their hands and gold in the air as a huge pyro goes off around the tron.

The victorious group make their way to the top of the raised stage area, turn and raise their hand once again before leaving through the curtain.

Back in then ring EMT’s are attending to the former tag champions, mopping up the blood and checking them over. Various backstage helpers are clearing the debris from the ring. Slowly building up and up a chant of “D.A” begins. Growing louder and louder until a huge roar of appreciation for the two men in the ring can be heard.

Boyo struggles to his feet, helping Sickness up after him. Looking around the arena at the never before heard cheers for them the two men look at one another and then both men applaud the audience back. This small gesture sends the crowd wild and the level of cheers directed at the Dark Alliance manages to notch its way to 11!

JS: What a match Paul. The New Blood managed to pull out all the stops to win but it was by the smallest of margins. Boyo’s fingers were millimetres from those belts.

PH: But not close enough Joey. I’ve said it from day one The New Blood, on their day, can take out anyone they want to. They proved tonight that it doesn’t have to be a numbers game. It’s their sheer hunger for glory that means they’ll take that extra step most people wouldn’t even consider taking.

JS: The question here is; how long will their reign last? Boyo and Sickness can rightly say that they took everything that the New Blood could throw at them and still both men were fighting til the end. Look at the sick punishment Sickness took! He was still string enough to be causing problems right at the end!

PH: As Tazz would say “No doubt”, but what will this loss do to their confidence? We’ve known the Dark Alliance to implode on itself before, who’s to say they will still be a problem to the New Blood in the future? What about the judge and Jimmy Redman, they’re bound to have a say in the direction this prestigious title goes!

JS: True Paul, too true, well up next we have more of the New Blood in action, Drake Rush defends the Television Title against The Judge

Cut to backstage arrival of the Future

[Christof]

Back from the popular arrival of Darkstar

The camera returns to the arena panning around the massive crowd before returning to the announce table.

Styles: Well ladies and gentlemen, coming up next the battle for the TWOStars Television title.
(Cut to graphic of the match)

Heyman: Yeah, the battle or lack thereof, face it Joey there is no happy ending to this story, The Judge is in no condition to compete, this is just a formality.

Styles: Be that as it may The Messiah defends the TV title against The Judge, here’s how this one came together.

XTREME TV FEBUARY 2ND 2006
A NEW CHAMPION CROWNED….
Drake tries to suplex Arkham to the outside but to no avail. The Insane One outpowers the King of Kings and lifts him up completely to a vertical suplex position.

''Shotgun'' is on the outside floor and trips Arkhams leg, Arkham falls and The Messiah lands on top of him, Scott Andrews continues to hold Arkhams legs but he lowers himself so that the referee Nick Patrick doesn't see him.

Styles: What's this, Scott Andrews tripped the leg of Arkham.

Heyman: HAHAHA Arkham fell and Drake landed right on top of him.

Styles: Scot Andrews is still holding Arkhams feet from the outside, but the referee doesn't see it and he goes for the count. Damnit!!!!!

ONE


Styles: Come on not like this, Shotgun is clearly helping The Messiah cheat.


TWO

Heyman: He's gonna do it baby.

Styles: Not like this, not like this!!!!!!!


THREE

Ding X3.

The guitar riff from ''Control'' by Puddle of Mudd starts to play in the areba. Drake gets up and quickly yells at Nick Patrick.

Drake: Get me my f***ing belt over here right now.

Heyman: Yesssss, he did it, the Kinf of Kings beat that moron Arkham. Finally we have a worthy TV Champ. This night can't get any better than this.

Styles: Andrews just screwed Arkham. This is sickening, and the referee didn't saw a damn thing.

Drake: This my brothers, symbolizes the beginning of a New Era in Professional Wrestling!!!!!. I defeated that good for nothing moron Arkham and took the TV Tile back to it's rightful owner, ME!!! I put the fans out of their misery, now they won't have to laugh at their TV Champion and feel sorry for him, NOW they will look up to him and fear him, because no one and I repeat NO ONE is taking this title away from me. Not even GOD HIMSELF will be able to take this *Drake points to the TV Title with his left hand* away from the real Messiah, ME.



TWOSTARS HELL TO PAY 2006

A CHALLENGER EMERGES…

Styles: The Judge just nailed Rush with his finishing move right onto that steel chair.

Heyman: Oh man, this has backfired on The Messiah.

The Judge pins Rush and slaps his own hand on the mat three times.

Styles: We have no referee out here, this match should be over, The Judge should be the new TV champion.

The Judge gets up and goes over to the fallen referee.

Heyman: Wait a minute who is that?

The crowd boos as Red Scorpion comes running through the crowd.

Styles: No, look out!

Scorpion hops over the ringside barrier, gets into the ring and nails the Judge with a baseball bat,

Styles: This is wrong!!

Scorpion then picks Sid Commandant and hits the Oblivion on him (Red Scorpions finisher).

Styles: Somebody should stop this now!

Heyman: Like you said it's No DQ!

The Poison of TWO then grabs the bloody Rush and puts him on top of the Judge.

Styles: No not like this!!

The Stinger then grabs the referee and pushes him towards the pinfall. The ref slowly makes the count.



One





Styles: Not like this!!!


Two


Heyman: He is gonna do it!!


Styles: Come on Kickout!!!!


Three.

The bell rings.

Styles: What a crock of….

Heyman: Gold! And it goes back around the waist of Drake Rush!!

Chimmel: Here is your winner and still TWO Television champion, The Messiah Drake Rush.



XTREME TV MARCH 16TH 2006

THE TURNING POINT…..

The Judge tackles Rush, both men rolling on the mat exchanging right hands. The Judge kicks Rush off him, and rolls over to get back to his feet. Rush however grabs the sledgehammer off the ground, turns and nails The Judge in the ribs with the hammer. The Judge falls immediately clutching his midsection.

Styles: Oh my God!!!!! Drake Rush just drove that sledgehammer into the ribs of The Judge, no way!!

Rush slowly stands over The Judge raises the hammer once more and brings it down into the ribs of The Judge.

Styles: Oh my God. Stop, somebody stop him!

Heyman: Man, he has really put The Judge down!

The crowd boo loudly, as Rush turns to leave but suddenly slams the hammer into The Judge once more, before stomping Commandant repeatedly.

Styles: This is sickening! He may have permanently injured him!

Heyman: I have never seen such a vicious streak in The Messiah before!

Rush picks up the mic and drops to his knees, getting in the face of The Judge.

Drake Rush: Listen to me you son of a b*tch, you want to know what you are dealing with now? You want me at Wrestlenova, well that’s fine by me, I would like to see you make it to Chicago now.

Rush drops the mic and stands over The Judge with the TV title raised in the air.





Rush: I already beat his ass

Judge: Don’t count me out so soon

Rush: He has nothing on me

Judge: I will return

Rush: I am the champion remember that

Judge: Who are you trying to kid

Rush: Id like to see you make it to Chicago now

Judge: Tonight , finally, justice will be served.


TWOSTARS WRESTLENOVA 2006



THE REMATCH….



The camera returns to the ring…

Chimmel: The following contest scheduled for one fall is for the TWOStars Television Championship.
The arena lights go black and the whole arena is in dark. Two lighting bolts hit the entrance ramp and ''Control'' by Puddle of Mudd starts to play. The Evil Monarch slides through the bottom rope into the ring, he gets up, goes to the second turnbuckle and raises his hands to form and X. A second round of pyro starts to go off in the arena and Camera Flashes start to go off. Drake get down from the turnbuckle.

Control by Puddle of Mudd plays as the crowd come to their feet with booing.

Styles: Well here we go.

Heyman: This is going to be great, how humiliating is it going to be for The Judge to forfeit here live on Pay Per View

Styles: I just can’t see that happening Paul, I’m sorry but I cant. If Drake Rush thinks he is going to get off with an easy night than he should think again.

The Messiah steps out onto the rampway and scans the crowd.

Heyman: Here is the champ, and he is dressed for business.

Drake Rush slowly lifts his arms outward as a stream of pyro bursts out from under the ramp, beside the entrance way, over the titantron and culminates with an explosion of pyro behind The Messiah as he stands triumphantly on the entranceway.

Heyman: Now that’s an entrance for the King of Kings.

Styles: Well Rush crossed a line two weeks ago when he took out The Judge with that sledgehammer, so tonight its all or nothing for the champ.

Chimmel: Introducing first, from San Juan, Puerto Rico, weighing in at 220lbs he is the King of Kings and the reigning and defending TWOStars Television Champion, he is The Messiah…Drake Rush!!!!!

Rush starts to walk down the aisle, tightening his wrist tape, staring intently at the ring.
Heyman: When it comes to The Messiah, he is going to give all he’s got whatever the situation.
Drake continues to walk down the entranceway, not even reacting to the verbal abuse of the fans at ringside.

Styles: The TV Champion is a picture of concentration, does he know something we don’t?
The Evil Monarch slides through the bottom rope into the ring, he gets up, goes to the second turnbuckle and raises his hands to form and X. A second round of pyro starts to go off in the arena and Camera Flashes start to go off.

Heyman: He looks ready that’s for sure.

Rush hops down from the ropes into the ring and immediately beckons for the mic from Chimmel.

Styles: Maybe we will get some answers now?

Drake Rush: All right, I don’t care if this is the biggest event of the year and you took out a mortgage or sold your trailer homes or rented out your mothers just so you could afford to be here…(The crowd explodes into booing)

Styles: Oh that’s classy.

Heyman: Shut it.

Drake Rush: So The Judge…The time has arrived. Yeah I saw your little message last week. Well if you want to step into the ring so bad then come on. I will break some more of your ribs for you, or you can accept your role like the bitch that you are and just forfeit the match because I promise you……

The Messiah is cut off as Haunted by Evanescence plays across the arena.

Styles: Uh oh.

Heyman: This is not good.

The crowd comes alive with cheering as a tank suddenly emerges from behind the Wrestlenova stage

Heyman: What the hell is this?!

Styles: You have got to be kidding me, tell me there isn’t a tank driving up onto the entranceway.
The camera cuts back to Drake Rush who is visibly furious, kicking the turnbuckles.

Styles: Oh you better believe Drake Rush is in trouble now, he thought he put The Judge out for good?

Pyro suddenly explodes out from behind the tank as The Judge emerges out and throws his arms into the air triggering another burst of pyro from the tank.

Heyman: What…he cant do this!! Look at his ribs!

Styles: The Judges ribs clearly heavily taped and bandaged, but it looks like he knows what he is doing.

The Judge climbs down onto the entrance ramp and throws a salute at the driver.

Styles: Is that Hank Hammerton, The Judges tag team partner from last years Wrestlenova?

Chimmel: And introducing the challenger, from Atlanta Georgia, weighing in at 275lbs he is The Judge Sid Commandant!

The Judge begins to stride quickly towards the ring, a sadistic smile on his face.

Heyman: Oh yeah, well this love-in is real nice, but the violence is going to start soon and Im going for Drake Rush on that one.

Styles: Why am I not surprised, but it looks like The Messiah is! I can confidently say that this is not what Drake Rush had in mind.

The Judge steps up onto the apron and hops through the ropes, before rushing at The Messiah who has taken off the belt. Swings it at the head of Commandant who ducks and floors Rush with a right hand.

Styles: And here we go, the bell rings and this match is underway. The Judge connecting with wild punches to the head of The Messiah.

Heyman: He jumped him, no fair!

Rush gets back up but is floored once more by another right hand.

Styles: And you have to believe that The Judge has been waiting nearly over two months for this moment.

The Judge grabs The Messiah and whips him towards the ropes and takes him over with a back body drop.

Heyman: Oh no, this is not what The Messiah had planned at all.

Rush rolls to the outside and looks to regroup but the challenger runs to the opposite ropes and dives through the ropes to the outside taking out Rush with a suicide dive.

Styles: Look out! The Judge throwing caution to the wind.

Heyman: I think that hurt The Judge just as much as it did Drake Rush.

Commndant clutches at his ribs but continues the offence, grabbing the head of Rush and slamming it into the announce table.

Styles: Drake Rush and The Judge going at it right here in front of us

Heyman: Dammit referee get them back in the ring!

The Judge then goes to whip Rush into the ringsteps but The Messiah jumps into the air just short of the steps lands feet first on the top step and dives back with a reverse elbow which connects to the head of Commandant.

Styles: Wow what agility being shown by the TV champion

Rush immediately gets back up and shakes his head looking to regain focus. The Judge connects with a right hand to Rush who quickly lands a knee to the bandaged midsection of The Judge, and follows up by picking up Commandant and slamming him onto the floor, before dropping to the ground and connecting with right hands to the head of the challenger.

Styles: And there it is we knew it wouldn’t take long for Drake Rush to focus in on those injured ribs.

Heyman: About time, The Judge knew the risks of wrestling injured, he should have forfeited like The Messiah wanted.

Rush rolls into the ring and quickly back out again to break the ten count. Whilst The Judge uses the ringsteps to get back to his feet.

Styles: Its breaking down early here into a fight.

Heyman: What did you expect a harsh exchange of words perhaps?

The Messiah steps out to the floor and connects with a quick boot to the gut of The Judge and follows up with an forearm to the jaw which rocks Commandant. Rush quickly drives his shoulder into the midsection of The Judge driving him back into the ringsteps.

Styles: A vicious streak evident in The Messiah tonight, he has really taken his game up to another level.

Heyman: He is focused, he is in the zone, he knows exactly what he is doing out there.

Styles: Just like a shark that smells blood, he has centred his attack on the ribs of The Judge.

Drake grabs Commandant and throws him into the ring, and goes to follow him in but is cut off by The Judge who is back to his feet, and connects with a boot to the head of Rush,

Styles: The Judge now spots the opening looks to gain the upper hand.

Heyman: A dirty tactic if you ask me.

Styles: Oh that’s ironic.

The Judge picks Rush up and begins a flurry of right hands once more to the head of The Messiah who backs into a corner and tries to cover up but Sid is unrelenting nailing right hand after right hand.

Heyman: Dammit ref do your job!

Styles: The Judge venting his anger on The Messiah, what goes around has definitely come around.

Commandant then hooks the head of Rush and takeshim over with a vertical suplex, rolls back to his feet still gripping The Messiah hooks the leg and takes him over once more this time into a Fisherman’s Suplex. Goes for the pin but suddenly collapses and breaks the hold.

Heyman: Ha did you see that!

Styles: The Judge straining to hit that series of moves but couldn’t maintain the pinfall due the pressure on his ribs.

Heyman: Oh this is beautiful, that’s an opening if I ever saw one.

Rush gets up slowly and charges with the shoulder at The Judge driving him into the corner before repeatedly driving his shoulder into the ribs of Commandant.

Styles: Drake Rush now going for the bullseye driving The Judge into the turnbuckles with those shoulders to the midsection

The Messiah then props up The Judge in the corner and slaps him across the face.

Heyman: Does The Judge know now who he is dealing with?

Styles: Such disrespect being shown….

The challenger suddenly tackles Rush and begins nailing him with more right hands,

Styles: That almost served as a wake up call.

Heyman: Hey it Wrestlenova its all on the line!

Rush gains the leverage and hammers The Judge with right hands of his own before both men rise to their feet, still locked up before Rush lands a knee to the ribs of The Judge who buckles over allowing Rush to take Commandant over with a T-Bone suplex.

Styles: Those injured ribs are serving as a get out clause for Drake Rush very time the action intensifies

Heyman: Hey it’s all legal, The Judge can quit anytime he wants!

Rush then goes for the pin.

Styles: Into the cover!




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Styles: No the shoulder up from The Judge.

Heyman: Hmm, you sure that wasn’t a three?

Rush quickly gets back on The Judge driving an elbow into the back of Commandant who crumples down to the mat once more before The Messiah hooks the head of The Judge and lifts him up into an attempted powerslam, but Sid escapes, hooks the waist of The Messiah and drills him to the mat with the German suplex.

Styles: The Judge managing to escape and do some damage of his own, he has to avoid ground attacks from The Messiah and look to put him away early.

Heyman: No doubt because Drake Rush is going to be looking for any opportunity to do further damage to those ribs and get the pin.

The Judge looks to follow up but Rush quickly jabs the ribs with an elbow and roughly throws Commandant towards the ropes before jumping into the air and executing a dropkick to the head of The Judge who stumbles back into the ropes.

Styles: The Messiah lands another crucial blow to the ribs and takes out The Judge with a picture perfect dropkick.

Heyman: Now that was a thing of beauty.

Rush quickly gets back to his feet and rushes at The Judge clotheslining him over the top rope onto the apron.

Styles: The challenger for the TV title manages to hold onto the rope and remains on the apron but the dangers not over.

Heyman: Look out, The Messiah has something in mind.

Rush then runs to the apposite ropes and runs towards The Judge jumping into the air looking for the dropkick once more, but Commandant ducks out of the way allowing Rush to crash land stomach first onto the top rope.

Styles: Ohh, nobody home on that one The Messiah in a vulnerable position on that rope.
Rush hangs precariously on the top rope before The Judge crawls under Rush lifting him up into the Electric Chair on the apron before dropping backwards onto the arena floor, both men landing with a sick splat onto the mats.

Heyman: Good God no!

Styles: Gah! Did you see the impact on that move we have to see that again.

(Cut to split screen replay)

Styles: The Judge lifts The Messiah up into the Electric Chair and drops from the apron to the floor and Ohh, it looks like Rush caught the back of his head on the rampway also.

Heyman: Man, there was nothing pleasant about that, both competitors are down.

Both men flap on the floor and look to get back to their feet. Rush is the first up and wobbly runs at The Judge who ducks and takes The Evil Monarch down with a drop toe hold into the ring steps.

Styles: The Judge beginning to build some momentum taking The Messiah face first into those ring steps.

Heyman: They probably heard that impact outside! Come on Champ get back in the game!
Commandant then rolls back into the ring and slowly sits in the corner of the ring clutching his ribs.

Styles: The Judge using this opening to recover and regroup rather that go on the offence. That injury is costing him big time.

Heyman: He is allowing The King of Kings to recover also and that’s all right with me!
Rush meanwhile pulls himself up using the ring apron and rolls back into the ring, turns around and is nailed by The Judge who connects with a spear.

Styles: The Judge suddenly springs out of the corner and takes down Drake Rush with the spear.

Heyman: He damn near broke him in half!

Styles: Into the cover.



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Styles: Oh, The Judge close to pulling out a victory there but the resilience of the champion coming through.

Heyman: Oh so you are finally going to give The Messiah some credit!

Styles: Look I never said that Drake Rush wasn’t a fine athlete, but its no secret that he cant or wont win a match by cheating and its time that came to an end!

Heyman: And you think that Mr Rules himself, The Judge is going to be the one to do that? Please!

Commandant lifts up Rush by then hair who suddenly swats the arms of The Judge away and grabs him in a bearhug,

Styles: Out of nowhere, Drake Rush applying pressure to those ribs.

Rush then quickly glances over his shoulder and throws Commandant over with a release overhead Belly to Belly suplex into the turnbuckles. The Judge hits the buckles hard before dropping down onto his head.

Heyman: Oh that was nasty!!

Styles: Drake Rush suplexing The Judge into the turnbuckles, what a vicious move!
The Messiah quickly picks up The Judge and drives him to the mat with a body slam before quickly climbing the turnbuckles and springing off with a Split legged moonsault.

Heyman: He connects with the Dark Moon. What agility.

Styles: Into the cover!



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Styles: He kicked out! Now that was damn close! The Messiah taking this game up a level!
Rush climbs back up and taunts the crowd motioning that he is still the champion,

Styles: Well it didn’t take long for the ego of the champion to exhibit itself here!

Heyman: Hey! Its Wrestlenova and he is kicking The Judges ass, why shouldn’t he be proud of himself.

The Judge meanwhile pulls himself up by the ropes and wearily stumbles towards Rush, before connecting with a right hand, goes for a follow up but The Messiah ducks and catches him with a lariat to the back of the head.

Heyman: Man that could be a knock out blow!

Drake picks up The Judge and slams him quickly to the mat, bounds to the ropes and drops the elbow, but Commandant rolls out of the way and catches the rising TV champion with a superkick

Styles: Nobody home for The Messiah, leading to The Judge taking advantage and what a kick that was.

Heyman: Damn near took his head off!

Commandant picks up Drake but is met with a series of right hands to the ribs which doubles over The Judge allowing The Messiah to hook the head and plant him with a DDT.

Styles: And just like that The Messiah takes back control thanks to those ribs, Drake Rush not going for the pin though

Heyman: Both men looking to exact some revenge on the other.

The Messiah lifts up The Judge and shoves him back into the corner.

Heyman: Nowhere to run now.

Styles: The Judge isn’t going anywhere, he wants to beat Drake Rush.

The Messiah drives the knee into the midsection of Commandant before knocking him back with the elbow. Rush looks for the right hand but The Judge ducks and Drake punches the turnbuckle.

Styles: The Judge dodges the KO shot, and begins putting the boot to The Messiah.

Heyman: Get him off ref!!

The Judge continues to drive The Messiah down into the mat with the stomps, before backing off and saluting the crowd who cheer in response.

Styles: The Judge has the advantage once more he can feel that TV Title coming his way.
Rush lumbers out of the corner and is met by The Judge who whips him to the ropes and lifts him on the rebound into the spinebuster.

Styles: What impact that was with that spinebuster!

Heyman: Bah, he’s not going for the cover though, and that’s not smart.

Styles: I already told you that neither of these men want the quick win they are putting each other through hell, they are looking to punish each other, try to keep up Paul.

Heyman: Oh shut up.

The Judge hooks the rising Drake Rush and takes him over with the powerslam.

Styles: Into the cover!




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Styles: No the kick out from The Messiah

Heyman: Does The Judge know who he is up against, you cant toy with the TV Champion.

The Judge backs off and allows The Messiah to get up before charging at him with the clothesline back over the top rope onto the ring apron once more. Commandant aims an elbow at the head of Rush who ducks and hooks the head of The Judge and goes to lift him up into the suplex.

Styles: He is looking to suplex him onto the floor!

The Judge grabs the top rope reversing the momentum taking The Messiah up and backwards out onto the arena floor with the superplex.

Styles: Both men go crashing out to the floor!!

Heyman: Oh my god, are these guys trying to kill one another.

Styles: This has gotten real ugly, they are gonna get carried out of Chicago is they are not careful.

Both men remain motionless on the floor as the camera cuts to a spit screen replay of the superplex.

Heyman: If The Judge carries on like that both men will have broken ribs after this one is over.

Styles: Back to their feet once more, what else have they got in store for one another?

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

Styles: Both men in danger of being counted out again.

The Messiah lifts up Commandant and goes to drive him into the ringpost, but The Judge escapes and pushes Rush forward who crashes head and shoulder first into the ringpost.

Styles: Well that backfired on The Evil Monarch!

Heyman: Dammit!

The Judge goes to pick up The Messiah but is met with a thumb to the eye followed by a stiff forearm that knocks The Judge back against the guardrail.

Styles: More "trademark Drake Rush tactics" being shown

Heyman: Would you stop complaining, its Wrestlenova and we are witnessing a battle for the TV Title, why don’t you close your eyes if all this violence is too much for you Joey.

Styles: I’m touched by your concern, back to the action Drake Rush up on the ring apron what has he in mind.

Rush stands on the apron with his back to challenger for the TV Title who is out on the floor, The Messiah glances over his shoulder and lands a swift kick to the head of The Judge which stuns him before jumping up onto the ropes and diving backwards with the Asai moonsault.

Styles: Oh my God, The Messiah putting it all on the line to retain his TV title.

Heyman: Both men are in danger of being counted out again. I don’t know why they won’t just stay in the ring and away from us.

Rush gets back up and steadies himself before roughly grabbing The Judge by the head and neck and throwing him into the ring. Commandant quickly though seizes the opportunity and lands a quick sharp kick to the head of The Messiah as he is entering the ring.

Heyman: Cheap shot!

Styles: Hey I thought you said earlier that it was all legal.

The Judge signals to the crowd before grabbing The King of Kings by the throat and lifting him into the air with the Gorilla Press.

Heyman: Put him down now!

Styles: The Judge looking to be having some difficulty holding Drake Rush up!

The Judge quickly drops The Messiah with the Press Slam before dropping down to the mat himself, clutching at the bandaged region.

Heyman: Ha! He is pretty much doing the work for The Messiah! This is great!

Styles: Look out Rush is back up!

Drake quickly dives at The Judge and connects with a diving shoulder block, Commandant falls immediately whilst The Messiah just as quickly begins stomping at the ribs of The Judge.

Styles: Look at that, Drake Rush giving The Judge no time to recover.

Heyman: Well jeez, isn’t that the point of this noble sport.

The TV champion picks up The Judge, pauses before dropping him down rib first across the knee...

Heyman: Hoho, The Judge is in for it now!

Styles: Oh that’s sick! Drake Rush hits the modified back breaker.

Heyman: That had to hurt.

Rush drops Commandant onto the mat as the camera zooms in to see blood coming out of the mouth of The Judge.

Styles: Oh man, the end surely is near on this one.

Heyman: If those ribs weren’t injured before they sure are now.

Rush climbs to the top rope and steadies himself on the top..

Styles: Look out!

Heyman: You know what’s coming next!

Rush springs off the top rope twisting in mid air, before crashing down across The Judge.

Styles: Oh my God! Corkscrew Senton Splash from The Messiah.

Heyman: You have got to be kidding me! What a move!

The Evil Monarch shakily gets back up and runs to the turnbuckle once more.

Heyman: Uh oh, not again!

Styles: Is he insane?

Rush steadies himself on the top once more before turning his back to the ring and diving off again.

Heyman: Ooo