This is a true story of eight superstars picked to

live in a house and have their lives taped so you can see what happens when superstars get out of the ring and start getting real.

We join our crew three weeks after they have moved in. The superstars who are sharing a house in Stamford, Conn., are Edge, Kurt Angle, Faarooq, Chris Jericho, Kane, Mighty Molly, Stacy Keibler and Trish Stratus.

It is dinnertime and Kane is at the stove preparing a meal-- his favorite, Chef Boyardee beef ravioli. A starved Jericho gets up from the table and tries to grab a helping right off the stove.

Kane warns, "Be careful with that beef ravioli. It's very warm, you might burn yourself."

Y2J turns to Kane and says, "Would you please shut the hell up!"

Kane cocks his head curiously, raises his arms in fury and as he lowers them flames burst from the stovetop.

Trish exclaims, "Here we go again…"

Frustrated with another dinnertime disaster, the rest of the roommates head to Subway.

Realizing that he had overreacted, Kane extends his hand in friendship. As Jericho reaches out to shake hands with his buddy, Kane instead grabs Y2J by the throat and choke slams him through the coffee table.

As Jericho lie writhing in pain, Kane exclaims, "Nobody messes with my beef ravioli!"

The rest of the house returns to find their house a mess. Faarooq takes one look around and all he can say is, "Damn."

" He then goes and grabs a beer from the refrigerator and sits down to play a game of cards. Angle, Stacy and Trish join him. The poker game is underway.

Halfway through the game, Angle realizes that Faarooq is trying to bluff his way to victory.

Angle exclaims, "Hey buddy, I don't know what the heck you think you're doing, but there ain't a whole lot of integrity in bluffing. In fact, it's damn near cheating!"

"Listen man, this is the way I play cards," Faarooq continues. "If you don't like it, your Olympic ass can get off my table!"

Stacy, trying to keep the peace, begs the two to stop arguing.

Angle calls for his friend Edge to back him up, but Trish informs him that he is too busy humping the furniture -- much like he does the ring when he goes out for a match -- to come back him up.

Angle replies, "You think you know him…"

Stacy then questions where Mighty Molly is. Edge yells from the couch, "She's on top of the fridge practicing that flying thing again. By the way, how white are my teeth?"

Faarooq, tired of listening to all this nonsense, grabs another beer and heads to the living room to catch the football game. "Man, you're all nuts!" Faarooq exclaims as he walks out of the room.

Trish, worried about Molly's safety, gets up to talk her friend down off the fridge. Stacy mutters something under her breath. Trish turns and asks, "Excuse me?"

Stacy replies, "Oh I was just saying I liked your pants.

Trish thanks her and starts to walk away and Stacy then continues, "They would look much better on me!"

Furious, Trish grabs a hold of Stacy's long, blond hair and bulldogs her into the kitchen sink.

Kurt, still sitting at the table with a hand full of cards, yells out, "Hit me!" When nobody does, Angle looks up to find everyone has left the table. "Where'd everybody go?" he asks.

Kurt gets up to find his other roommates. He takes a stroll through the living room and finds Faarooq watching the game with his beer resting on the still-passed-out Chris Jericho's chest. Edge is on the floor, still practicing his entrance.

As Angle continues through the house, he comes upon the half-burned kitchen where Stacy is out cold on the floor. Meanwhile Trish is busy trying to coax Molly down off the fridge.

"Up, up and away!" Molly yells.

"But Molly you can't fly!" Trish explains to her superhero-wannabe friend.

"Well, jeepers Trish, I can sure try!" Molly retorts.

Kurt peers out the window to see Kane alone in the backyard, munching on a bowl of his favorite meal, beef ravioli.

As Angle looks around him he simply shakes his head and sighs. With a goofy grin on his face, he proclaims, "Boy, does it get any better than this?!"

He then grabs a cool quart of milk from the fridge and retreats to his room.

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