Just Another Star’ blasts out as the crowd rises to its feet cheering. Cage then walks onto the stage wearing a black suit, without tie, his shirt unbuttoned down to his chest. He walks down the ramp way and walks around the ring making his way to the announce table. He then shakes hands with Denzel, ignores Josh and pulls out his seat. He places the headset on as his music dies down.

DF: “Welcome Cage. I guess you’re coming here to help us announce this match”

JS: “Great”

Cage: “Josh, shut up, really. Yeah, I am. It’s the only way I’m getting on this PPV. Whose breakfast did I shit in?”

DF: “That’s not for us to say. But welcome and I hope you enjoy yourself”

Cage: “Yeah, I will Denzel. Thanks for having me”

Josh: *Tuts*

DF: “So, Extreme Revolution has been off the chart so far tonight. And up next we have a hell of a match. Arguably two of the best all-round wrestlers in UHW will compete one-on-one for the International Title. A highly coveted title here and only the technically best can survive!”

JS: “Absolutely. This match will be great and we all know my VIP Man, Dirk will come out on top and become the new International Champion”

DF: “Keep your biased views out of this one; Shadow has proved over and over again that he is quite simply one of the best. And so has Dirk. That is why this match will be close and an instant classic here at the ECW Arena in Philly!”

Cage: “I know that Shadow has been focused all week, I asked him yesterday what he was going to do tonight. His response? Win”

JS: “Sure but my opinion is that Dirk will win. Surely I am obligated to express and opinion, Denzel?”

DF: “Clearly. So, folks, let’s not waste another second. Let the match begin!”

AJ: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the UHW International Championship!!!”

The crowd pop and rise to their feet awaiting the challenger…

The lights in the arena go out as "Move" by Thousand Foot Krutch starts up. The words are just a whisper as blue spotlights rotate around the arena.

Look, listen to my voice
If you're making the choice
Tell all the girls and the boys
Either scream or rejoice
Let's make that noise
Either move or we will all be destroyed

As the chorus starts up with a scream of "Move!!!", all the lights turn on and blue fireworks explode from both sides of the ramp and Dirk Robertson walks out, acknowledging the crowd disdain by mockingly clapping.

Move and show me what you can do
when you step into the circle and shake like we do
Move when you just can't take it
and move if you just feel like breaking it

Dirk walks down to the ring as the first verse starts, jawjacking with fans as he goes.

AJ: “Introducing first, the challenger from Niagara Falls, New York, weighing it at 245lbs…Dirk ROBERTSON!!!”

Can you hear me? Stop, look, listen to my voice,
It was never my choice to feel all alone
This is my home
Back up , you don't know if you've never been here,
You've never been to the place inside, I face my fears
It takes everything I am

As the chorus hits again, Dirk jumps up to the apron, climbs through the ropes, and climbs up to the second turnbuckle, and extends his arms into the VIP Club symbol. He then hops down and uses the ropes to stretch out.

JS: “Oh, I love his entrance. It leaves me speechless.”

DF: “We now await Shadow”

Dirks music dies down as the crowd turns to the stage in anticipation.

The bells for "Blow Me Away" hit as the crowd starts to cheer. The song then hits the lyrics, as Shadow walks out and the cheers get a little louder. He is wearing the IN Title over his waist. He then walks to both sides of the ramp way, and taunts like Randy Orton.

AJ: “And introducing from Woonsocket, Rhode Island, weighing in at 175lbs…he is the International Champion….SHAAAADOW!!!”

The crowd pops big time as he walks down to the ring, and climbs up the steps. He climbs to the second turnbuckle and taunts to the crowd. He then does a back flip off, and does the same thing in the opposite corner.

Cage: “I have a feeling Shadow will retain tonight. He is a great champion.”

JS: “Dirk is going to win, Cage. Shadow is good but Dirk is the master”

DF: “We certainly have a mix of opinions here, people. I’m going to call this one down the winner and may the best man win”

His music dies down as referee Jim Barr removes the title from his waist. He then holds it up to the four sides around the ring. He then walks to the ropes handing it down to Ashley who takes it, sitting with it.

Jim then signals for the bell, it rings and we’re underway. Shadow and Dirk circle each other eyeing up an opportunity to strike. Dirk charges in but stops and retreats as Shadow puts up a defensive fist. Shadow wipes his brow and charges in low at the leg of Dirk, who just steps aside pushing Shad through, as he skips to where Shadow previously was. He laughs at Shadow who stands with his hands on his waist.

DF: “Dirk playing some important mind games right off the bat”

Both men step forward and lock up in a collar-elbow tie up. Dirk pushes down on the shoulders of Shadow as Shadow struggles to push back, giving up 70lbs in weight. Dirk swiftly slides into a side headlock, wrenching as Shadow pushes on his elbow with both hands. Shadow then quickly pushes the back of Dirk sending him into the ropes; he comes back at Shad and is met with a drop-toe-hold, which Shadow quickly rolls into a single leg crab from. Dirk screams out as he hurriedly crawls to the bottom rope grabbing it with ease. Jim counts to 4 at which point Shadow releases and steps forward geeing up the crowd who burst into a frenzy of cheers. Dirk pulls up on the ropes, standing and turning. He notices the crowd and sneers as Shadow turns at him grinning. Dirk, irate, charges him and takes him down with a spear-takedown. He lays into him with a flurry of lefts and rights to the face, neck and chest.

JS: “Don’t piss off Dirk!”

Shadow manages to push Dirk off as he rolls the other way. He gets up and walks to Dirk who is taking his time getting him up. Shad grabs his hair and walks him to the turnbuckle, bashing his face on the top buckle. He repeats this again and attempts a third time but Dirk forces his forearm onto the top buckle, instead repaying Shadow with the same compliment of head strikes on the pad. He then grabs the wrist of Shadow and irish whips him to the opposite corner, running behind him, nailing a running splash into the corner, he then quickly grabs Shadow, irish-whipping him back to the opposite corner again. This time he nails a clothesline as Shadows legs fling in the air and back down again. Dirk then pulls Shadow out of the corner and hits a Snap Suplex. He crawls onto his body from the side, resting his forearm on Shadows neck as Jim drops and counts

One…Kickout

Shadow kicks out with authority.

DF: “Dirk asserting some control early on”

Cage: “Yeah and he’s maintaining his own momentum to keep the pressure on Shadow.

Dirk stands dragging Shadow up at the same time by his hair, as Dirk stands Shadow begins punching him in the body and gut several times. He then grabs Dirks wrist and Irish whips him into the ropes. Robertson comes back and Shadow grabs his waist and elevates him before nailing an atomic drop. Dirk jumps around holding his crotch as Shadow turns and runs at the ropes, he then bounces back off them at Dirk hitting a flying forearm, and he spins off as Dirk falls back onto the mat. Shadow then quickly crawls over and hooks the leg

One…Two…Quick Kickout

Cage: “Ooh. Close.”

JS: “That isn’t going to be enough to put away Dirk!”

Shadow gets onto his feet as Dirk crawls on both knees, slowly standing in the process. Both men stand facing each other staring before charging in for another collar-elbow tie up only Dirk stoops behind Shadow, hooking his arms around his waist, he then nails a german suplex, he keeps hold around the waist as he lands it. He then turns his legs and stands up, dragging Shadow up with him. Instead of hitting another German Suplex, he hooks his arm around the neck of Shad and hits him with a modified backbreaker, down onto his knee. Shadow screams out as Dirk makes another quick cover, using his forearm on the neck of Shadow.

One…Two…Kickout. Shadow raises an arm and this match continues

JS: “Oooooh! Close!”

Cage: *Sarcastically* “That isn’t going to be enough to put away Shadow”

DF: “Now, now people”

Dirk sits up, brushing his hair back. He then lifts up Shadows head and starts laying into him with hard and steady punches to the forehead. Shadow grunts and his head bounces back a little bit after each punch. Dirk then stops and stands kicking Shadow in the chest to send him back on his back. Dirk then drops to one knee behind Shadow and lifts his back up, hooking under his neck and then pulling his back on to his knee. He wrenches back as Shadow screams out in pain.

DF: “Dirk is continuing to work on the upper-back of Shadow”

JS: “Getting ready for the Killshot!”

He keeps this locked in as Shadow begins to fling his arms aimlessly about trying to struggle out, but to no avail. The crowd begin to clap in support of Shadow. He clenches his fist as Dirk continues to keep his hands firmly locked under the chin of Shadow. Dirk releases on hand, however, and begins to pound on the shoulder and chest of Shadow causing more agony to the upper body. He grips his other hand again and wrenches back more this time with more purpose. His face grimaces as he tries to put as much force in the hold as possible. Jim stops pacing around and stoops to one knee beside Shadow talking to him. Asking for a submission but Shadow screams out. The fans then start a “Let’s go Shadow” chant as their clapping begins to take the roof off.

Cage: “This is unbelievable. Shadow has got to be one of the most ‘over’ guys in the company. Look, he’s stirring”

Shadows arms begin to quiver with adrenalin as he clenches both fists, his face begins to go bright red as he strains trying to pull out or stand up. He flings both arms back attempting to land a blow but misses either side of Dirks waist. The crowd continue to support his as he begins to wriggle out of Dirks grip. He moves his left knee up, followed by his right knee. He then uses both feet to push down into the mat and help himself up. He succeeds as his body lifts off the mat, forcing Dirk to relinquish the hold a little bit. Shadow then with one last heave breaks out and stands up with the momentum but stumbles down back into the ropes landing on the middle one as the crowd explodes into frenzy. He rests taking in deep breaths as a pissed off Dirks stands up and walks over to him. As he nears Shadow, he is grabbed by the waist and pulled down through the middle rope to the outside, landing just by the announce table.

DF: “Jesus Christ, he fought out of that with all the power and momentum he could muster”

Cage: “Dear God, Remind me to buy this DVD. This match is awesome”

JS: “I would have to agree, Cage. This match has been great and I have a feeling this is just the beginning”


Shadow looks out of the ring into the ceiling with sweat dripping from his forehead, HBK-Esque. He then looks down at Dirk on his knees and pulls himself to his feet. He then grabs onto the top rope and jumps up springboarding off the top down towards the standing Dirk Robertson. He then nails a hurricanrana onto the mat. Dirk crashes onto his back, arching in the process. He groans as Shadow stands up with a little bit of momentum. He strides over to Dirk and pulls him up by his hair, nailing a Side Effect onto the mat. He stands again looking at the crowd, with a wry smile. He then stomps down on Dirk, before hitting a quick leg drop across his chest. He rolls off and walks to the commentary table, he climbs onto it and turns his back to Dirk, he then leaps off with a moonsault, but Dirk rolls out of the way under the ring, leaving Shadow to lands on nothing but solid mat. He screams out clenching his gut in agony.

DF: “Ooooh that has got to be hurting right now!”

JS: “Duh!”

Cage: “Josh, shut up. Yeah you’re right Denzel. Dirk needs to capitalize. Once he comes out from under the ring”

Dirk does roll from under the ring but he is not alone. He is holding a barbed wire 4x4, he stands up grinning.

DF: “It’s that damned barbed wire 4x4. He did some damage to Shadow during an episode of Assault last October”

JS: “WEAAAAPONS!”

Cage: “Now, things get turned up a notch”

Dirk towers over Shadow and just strikes it across his back. Shadow screams out as blood starts to trickle out. Dirk then begins to smack him across the back several times. Each time Shadow cries out in agony. The crowd gasps as more blood starts to trickle, then pour. Dirk drops the 4x4 and pulls Shadow up. He then connects with a T-Bone Suplex right onto the 4x4, again causing Shadow to scream out in pure anguish.

Dirk rolls Shadow off the barbed wire but it is stuck on his back piercing the skin. The crowd gasps as Dirk plucks it straight out, not without pulling some skin off which the cameraman focuses in on. A collective groan goes up as Dirk laughs. He then stands and holds up the 4x4 as the crowd start to boo copiously.

DF: “Dirk is one sick bastard, which isn’t a bad thing but did you see that skin!?”

Cage: “Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about! I’ve been saying it for weeks; we need some more of this. And I’m sure we will. And we already have. This PPV has just been incredible for me!”

JS: “Dirk just needs to focus and the International Title is his”

Dirk drops the title and again goes over to Shadow with a malevolent grin. He picks him up as Shadow stoops, his back all a crimson red. Dirk raises his fist to punch him but Shadow suddenly bursts out of his limpness and begins to throw both of his fists in hope, he connects with a couple which send Dirk down to the mat. Shadow then puts his right hand behind his back wipes some blood, he then wipes his hand across his chest and face screaming out. The crowd are now jumping up and down going apeshit. Shadow stalks Robertson as he slowly stands again, his facial expression being that of bemusement. Dirk turns and is met with a vicious running Enzuigiri, he collapses to his knees and stays put as Shadow lands on his feet. Shadow then steps back and nails, this time vicious Shining Wizard. Dirk just then slumps on his side eyes glazed and seemingly out for now.

DF: “Two VICIOUS kicks to the head of Dirk. His brains must be scrambled to hell right now”

Cage: “Not many men would get straight back up from those kicks. In fact, I don’t think any man could. Not even Mitch’s Russian Cosmonaut fellow, guy.”

JS: “You’d do well to keep your opinions about Mitch and the VIPs to yourself. You should know better”

Cage: “I’m going to beat the shit out of you in a minute”

Shadow stumbles about now, holding his back in pain. Dirk remains still on the mat, only to stir every now and then to try and stand. Shadow looks around ringside with a determined look on his face. He staggers towards where Ashley is sitting and he tells her to stand up. She does and he takes her chair. He throws it behind him slightly and gets the timekeepers chair, as he stands too. He then turns and opens it back up so it is facing Dirk by the turnbuckle. He picks up the other chair and positions that about 3 ft away facing the other chair.

DF: “What is he planning here?”

Shadow then lifts up the ring apron and peers under the ring as Dirk sits up very slowly. Shadow puts his hand under and grabs one end of a table as the crowd all cheer in unison. He then uses his other hand to completely pull it out. He stands it up as he stands and he turns it upright, smacking out the legs consecutively. He then holds it up and places it on both chairs, elevating it. He correctly manoeuvres it and it is set. He then grins at it, as the table stands parallel to the side of the ring. He walks around it and goes towards Dirk. He punches him in the temple to daze him further more. He then grabs him by the hair and pulls him down the other side of the table. He then stops by it and smashes his head off the apron. He then climbs onto the apron, dragging Dirk Robertson up with him. He then holds up his hand as both men cower over the table positioned on the chairs.

DF: “Uh oh! This can’t end well for both men”

Cage: “And it most certainly will not”

JS: “If any pussies feel obligated to look away, do so now”

Shadow rests Dirk on the rope, facing him forwards towards the table. He then climbs in the ring and runs at the opposite ropes coming back off them hurtling towards Dirk. Jim Barr stands by the table screaming for Shadow to stop. As Shad nears the ropes he flings himself up and over, using the top rope as a standing point, and then in one seemingly deft move he hooks his arm around the neck nailing a bulldog down, face-first through the table onto the mat!!

DF: “OH MY GOD!!!!!!”

Crowd: “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

Cage: “GOD DAMN!!!!”

JS: “NOOO! POOR DIRK! HE’S FUCKING DEAD!”

The crowd jump around in a frenzy as Dirk lies in a rubble of table. Shadow is on his back just in front but he didn’t land through the table, so he isn’t as badly hurt. Shadow just lies with his eyes open looking up to the rafters in disbelief. Dirk flinches as his eyes flicker open and shut. His face is pretty cut open and he even has a splinter right in his cheek. The camera zooms in on him as he splutters and a piece of wood flies from his mouth. Jim bends down and checks on him. He then signals towards the stage area for help

DF: “Gentlemen. I can’t describe what just happened. Dirk went through a table head first with no fore-impact. Basically his face smashed through the table and he is now cut up, splinters in face and bleeding profusely. And with the momentum Shadow built up before the move, things don’t look good for Dirk. Shadow is still motionless. I think it’s the shock that’s caught him. Cage?”

Cage: “As you know myself and Dragon competed in a brutal Chamber of Hell match around about this time last year. I never have felt as much pain but honestly, any head injury like what Dirk just suffered is far worse than anything I’ve been through. And I’m being honest, I’m not trying to get this ‘over’ that was fucked up”

JS: “And think about his neck. Chris Benoit, TLC Match anyone?”

Dirk remains still as the crowd falls silent. Shadow sits up to a round of applause. He seemingly isn’t aware of what is going on and turns his head to see Dirk. He looks shocked and slowly stands up. EMTs begin to run down the ramp, with a stretcher. Dirk slowly stirs and his eyes open more as Shadow stands over him staring with his hands on hips. The EMTs arrive next to Dirk as he attempts to sit up. The EMTs tell him to stay lying down but he pushes one away and attempts to sit up again. He manages to sit up fully and he looks around dazed and confused. Another EMT tries to persuade him to lie down but he pushes that guy too. He then looks up and stares at Shadow with a distant look on his face.

DF: “I’m just glad he’s sitting up BUT how the hell is he doing it?”

Dirk now attempts to stand as Shadow directs the EMTs backstage again. They comply and Shadow quickly rolls in the ring. Dirk struggles to stand but manages it as Shadow starts clapping, encouraging the fans to do the same. The crowd joins in and a massive clapathon begins. Dirk looks around in surprise. He then slides in the ring which is met with an enormous roar from the fans. Jim Barr then follows him in the ring

DF: “Looks like this match is going to continue”

Cage: “I have immense respect for Dirk right now, but then it’s our job to do this. But kudos for getting back into this match to get a clean finish”

Dirk looks at the fans appreciatively. He looks at Shadow who looks back. Dirk and Shadow meet in the centre of the ring. Shadow holds out a hand.

Shadow: “May the best man win”

Dirk looks around, wiping his nose. The crowd encourage him as he tilts his head at Shadow who looks back emotionless and blank. Dirk then extends his arm and then kicks Shadow right in the crotch with force as the crowd begin to boo like crazy. Cups are then thrown in the ring as Dirk shakes his head. A “YOU SUCK” Chant goes up as Dirk grabs Shadow in a front face-lock. He then lifts him up and nails a powerful brainbuster. Dirk makes the cover

One…Two…Kickout!!

Dirk rolls off as Shadow holds the back of his neck. Dirk then stands and begins to stomp down on Shad as he is met with a barrage of boos

Cage: “That was shitty. Shadow offers him a show of respect and Dirk just shits all over it”

JS: “Well, he’s got a job to do. It’s not all niceties when it comes to winning title you know, Cage”

Dirk pulls Shad slowly up by the hair, staggering as he does. Feeling the effects of the table he Irish whips Shadow in the corner and takes a rest. Shadow hits the turnbuckle with force and his slumps into it. Dirk then turns and walks over to Shadow. He stops and elevates him onto the top turnbuckle. He then climbs up onto the second buckle and gets him in a front face-lock. He then nails a superplex from the second rope onto the canvas. He then makes another cover

One…Two…Thr-KICKOUT! Shadow barely gets a shoulder up.

DF: “That was nearly it!”

JS: “Come on, Dirk!”

Dirk beats the mat in frustration as Shadow stirs and rolls onto his front. Dirk holds out three fingers in front of Jim Barr but Jim shakes his head and holds out two fingers. Shadow sits up and slowly stands as Dirk begins to walk over to him. Shadow hits an elbow smash to Dirks gut as he gets close enough, and again, causing Dirk to double over. Shadow then hops up onto his feet and falls back onto the rope and he runs back behind Dirk. He then hits a bulldog to the mat as the crowd gasps.

DF: “Another bulldog onto his face”

Dirk flinches as he lays face-first on the mat. Shadow slowly pushes him onto his back and makes the cover.

One…Two…Three! NO HE KICKED OUT JUST IN TIME!!!!!!

DF: “HOW CLOSE WAS THAT!?!”

Shadow looks around to see if it was three but Jim holds out two fingers explaining the situation. Shadow then hits the mat in anger as he hears the news. The crowd, all pumped up boo, while some cheer Shadow on still. Shadow then stands and picks up Dirk, who suddenly gets Shadow in a small package…

One…Two…Kickout!!!

Shadow kicks out this time as the crowd gasp and cheer. Dirk rolls away stunned as Shadow stands up over Dirk. He then stomps down on Dirks back as Dirk attempts to crawl away but is stalled by each kick. Dirk, however manages to stand after Shadow allows him to. Shadow grabs Dirk quickly and whips him into the ropes. Dirk comes back and Shadow hits a running spinebuster. He then stands and looks around pointing upwards as the crowd pop.

DF: “Is he going up?”

Shadow then walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top. He sits on the top turnbuckle before standing and placing both feet on the top. He then stands tall, holding out his arms. He then attempts a Shooting Star Press but Dirk just manages to roll out of the way. Shadow holds his chest as he lands on it. Dirk looks at Shadow on the mat and starts to stand with a new impetus. He gets to a vertical base and looks down on Shadow, who is on his knees. He pulls him up and whips him into the ropes but Shadow reverses this and Dirk goes at the ropes. He seemingly starts to come back, which prompts Shadow to hit a Dropsault but Dirk holds onto the ropes causing Shadow to land on his front hitting nothing.

Cage: “Nothing but air!”

Dirk walks over him and hooks his legs in a Mahistrole Cradle

One…Two…Kickout!!

Shadow rolls away as Dirk slowly stands scratching his head. Shadow stands on one knee looking at Dirk. Robertson then walks over to Shadow and nails an impromptu swinging neckbreaker. He then makes another cover

One…TWO…THRE-KICKOUT!!

Dirk slams his palm down on the mat three times in anger as the crowd cheers. Dirk then stands with a determined look on his face. He shouts out “Killshot” as the crowd boo.

JS: “It’s time!!!”

He picks Shadow up and hooks his arm around his upper body and shoulder. He then lifts him up but Shadow spins around him and wraps his arm around the neck of Dirk from behind. He then nails the modified backbreaker to kill his momentum. Dirk flops to the mat as Shadow makes the cover!

One…two…thr-Kickout!!

DF: “SO, SO CLOSE!!”

Shadow looks on in anguish as the crowd still cheer him on. He then has an idea and stands, he then walks to the feet of Dirk and locks in the ankle lock, centre of the ring. Dirk screams out reaching out his arms. The crowd start to applaud and cheer.

DF: “This could be it!!!”

Dirk scrambles and scrambles desperately trying to reach the ropes as Shadow wrenches hard. Dirk crawls forwards and inches towards the bottom ropes, grabbing it in the process!!

Jim counts to four before Shadow releases and falls backwards. Dirk then lies in pain as the referee checks on both men. Both men then slowly stand together but Dirk is first up. Shadow follows as Dirk walks over to him, and suddenly out of nowhere Shadow leaps up and hits the Fallen Darkness!!!! Dirk drops to the mat as the crowd pop. Shadow then slowly drapes his arm over Dirk as Jim slides down

One…Two…Three!!!!

DF: “He did it!!!”

JS: “NOOOOO!!!”

Cage: “What a match!”

DF: “Shadow retains the title!!!”

Shadow flops over and gets on his knees as Ashley hands Jim the title. He then passes it to Shadow who grabs it and kisses it, embracing it as he sits on his knees.

DF: “He deserves that! What a hard-fought match and one of the best in the last 12 months!”

Cage: “Without a doubt!”

Shadow stands with his title as the crowd applaud both men. A tear, or sweat can be seen dripping down his face as his music plays in the background

DF: “What a match!”