"100 Resolutions" by The Lawrence Arms plays and clips of various moments in Sin Wrestling are shown, including the following:
(-) The main event of the first ever Sin Wrestling main event, featuring Aurora Steele versus Machtan Aomori, with Aurora coming out on top.
(-) Charlotte West being crowned the first World Champion by winning the first-ever Over The Top Rope match.
(-) Regan Chambers and Tony Millennia's feud, which was the first major feud in Sin Wrestling history.
(-) Highlights of Zimdela's House of Horrors match at the original Illusions pay per view.
(-) Members of the Sentinels of Insanity winning the World Title, including Aphrodisa defeating Tony Millennia, Draco defeating Aphrodisia, Casanova defeating Regan Chambers and Zimdela beating Casanova. Split-screens are shown of their rise to fame and their eventual destruction.
(-) Flame becoming president for a short while in 2005.
(-) Destiny Daniels' victory over Mike Phantasy is shown, allowing her to become the third Sin Wrestling Sin-Trophy winner. Furthermore, her participation in the War Games match at Santa's Revenge is shown, which even more clips from that match are shown.
(-) The rise of Chris Extreme, as he defeated various stars to get to the top, including Zimdela Brudon. His attempt on Corey Page's life is shown; and so is his idea to get plastic surgery done to try and ruin Corey's reputation, wishing to destroy SW once and for all.
(-) The return of the real Corey Page follows that up, which then has clips of the Corey Page/Chris Extreme feud, which eventually culminated in an Auschwitz Prison Match, with Corey Page coming out on top.
(-) Morgana's debut at Santa's Revenge, along with Adora, who were both given to SW as a gift from Corey Page to the fans. In doing so, this scared the life out of Chris Extreme, who balked to the back, losing momentum, as Morgana rose to the top of Sin Wrestling, eventually being crowned the co-Sin Trophy winner with Chris Extreme and then winning the World Title.
(-) Finally, the image of Stevie Swing defeating Destiny Daniels to become the number-one contender is shown.
The image then fades out, leading us directly into the arena for tonight's 100th show, aptly named "100".
Lex Robinson: Ladies and gentleman, we're at a mark we never thought we'd reach! This is out 100th and we're ready to get things going!
Steve Hebert: Are we? By the looks of things, I don't thinkso. We're kind of missing someone.
Lex Robinson: Well, yeah, we're waiting on Khris Young to come down... where is he? In any event, we've got a packed card for you tonight!
Steve Hebert: You say that every week.
Lex Robinson: But this time I mean it... even moreso than usual.
Steve Hebert: Ah, gotcha.
The waiting becomes more intense, as Khris Young still does not show. Instead, "I Hope You Die" by The Bloodhound Gang hits.
Lex Robinson: Wait, that's not Khris Young's music... that's the boss's!
Steve Hebert: Holy shit, Bruce Springsteen is here?!
Lex Robinson: No... I mean, it's Corey Page!
Steve Hebert: Well Jesus, you're right.
Holding a microphone in his hand, Corey makes his way to the ringside area, climbs onto the apron and steps inside. Right away, he is confronted by the three other wrestlers, who have no idea what's going on.
Steve Hebert: He should have dragged that lazy bastard, Khris Young, out here.
Lex Robinson: If Khris Young is even here, that is.
Having everyone pushed into opposiing corners, Corey can finally talk.
Corey Page: Khris Young has been released from his Sin Wrestling contract, due to several serious matters. In honor of Mister Young, I will not announce that he was caught stealing funds from the official SW register. That's right, I will not announce that!
Lex Robinson: Zuh?
Corey Page: Annnnyway, we've got a replacement. And what a replacement. Some people will say I was drunk when signing him to this match... and, well, I was. But still! You'll be shocked when he comes out. Here we go...
Corey Page drops the microphone, while the cameras then switch to the backstage area.
A mixed reaction comes from the fans as the screen shows Chris Extreme walking in through the backstage area doors. Overhearing the shock from the fans, Chris Extreme angrily rumbles forward, passing various crew members and other workers, including Danny "Vodka" King.
Wait, no; he stops for a second, pops one of his eyebrows up and takes several steps backward. Standing in front of "Vodka", who is eating a donut and drinking a glass of water, Chris glances at the him, looking at him from head-to-toe. As if looking into a mirror, Chris Extreme studies "Vodka", who nearly chokes on his donut, realizing that Chris Extreme is standing in front of him.
Chris Extreme: You, sir, are no Nazi.
Chris yanks the donut out of Vodka's mouth and begins to eat it himself.
Chris Extreme: In fact, you're not even a very good Chris Extreme! If there's one thing I hate more than black people, it's racists. And I don't like you!
Clobbering Danny "Vodka" King with a shot to the mouth, Chris Extreme floors his copycat, picks him up and then slams his face off the nearby food table, sending chips, dip, chicken and ribs everywhere. To second that, Chris Extreme yanks Vodka across the hallway and flings him out the door.
Chris Extreme: P.S. you're fired.
Walking off, Chris Extreme heads towards the ring, ready to assist Sebastian York in taking on The Order of Chaos, Pete Ebdon and Lucas Knight.
Rammstein's heavy German music of "Sonne" blasts the speakers.
Dear world,
I hate you...
I hate women, sluts, and faggots...
I hate preps, geeks, hippies, wiggers, punks, emos, goths, and trendy cultures...
I hate niggers, spics, chinks, sand niggers, tee-pee niggers, eskimos, and any poisoned race that isn't pure white...
I hate Jews, Muhammad, Buddah, Jesus, L. Ron Hubbard, Anton LaVey, and all world religions...
I do, on the other hand, like vanilla milkshakes.
Love,
Chris Extreme
p.s. I'm the world's greatest asshole.
"Sonne" booms louder and Chris Extreme marches out exposing the swastika on his bare chest, while geared up in his white boxers and white socks. Draped behind him is his white Nazi cape with a black swastika designed on the back. Staggering to the ring in a drunken haze, Chris shouts random obscenities and Fascist ideals at the crowd. He offends everyone before sliding into the ring and rising to one turnbuckle. On the turnbuckle, he salutes the crowd before spitting down on them because of their inferiority. Finally, "Lord Nazi" removes his cape and sets it aside to a ring attendant.
Steve Hebert: Holy flaming cocks, it really is Chris Extreme! He's here!
Lex Robinson: And... uh... I think he just fired "Vodka".
Steve Hebert: He was a terrible Nazi, anyhow. A pseudo one, even.
Sebastian York stares at his random, but new partner, looking to go over a few things with him, only to have it glossed off by Chris Extreme, who pays no attention. Instead, Chris zooms right across the ring, targeting Pete Ebdon and Lucas Knight, clobbering them with random punches and kicks.
Lex Robinson: Wow, Chris Extreme is ready to get things started, it seems.
Steve Hebert: Trust me, he wants to make this quick. He wishes to earn his paycheck and then leave, again.
Lex Robinson: That's something I wouldn't doubt, actually.
With Pete Ebdon and Lucas Knight knocked into the corner, Chris Extreme commences stomping both men, even deciding to position his right foot against Pete Ebdon's throat, choking him. As this happens, Sebastian York shrugs his shoulders and stomps into the corner, joining Chris in stomping his opponents.
Steve Hebert: How nice of Sebastian York to finally decide to do something.
Lex Robinson: Well, he has been placed in an awkward position. First, he's teamed with some random guy that he lost to at the last Eternity. The next thing he knows, that guy is fired; and he is left teaming with Chris Extreme, the vilest man in Sin Wrestling history.
Steve Hebert: It's an honor! Or at least it should be.
Lex Robinson: Chris Extreme stomps on both Ebdon and Knight, going as far as to shove Sebastian York out of the way, just so he can get his own kicks in.
Steve Hebert: Hah. See, Chris doesn't even need Sebastion York. Chris Extreme doesn't need to tag team with the lobster from The Little Mermaid.
Lex Robinson: Uh...
Driving some elbows into Pete Ebdon's forehead, Chris Extreme backs him against the ropes and then whips Ebdon down. Pete Ebdon, the well-known, worldwide star, bounces off the ropes and charges right into a kick to the groin from Chris Extreme.
Steve Hebert: A brutal kick to the testicles! I think I saw Pete Ebdon's right nut fly into the audience.
Lex Robinson: Chris Extreme then bends down, taps Ebdon's left testicle and then snap-DDTs him!
Steve Hebert: What a brutal move. I give that a 10/10 on the awesome scale.
Lex Robinson: Kind of cheap...
Steve Hebert: Eh, the referee doesn't care. He's letting all these guys go at it.
Lex Robinson: Speaking of which, Sebastian York looks to follow-up on Chris Extreme's previous maneuver by giving Lucas Knight his own Irish-whip into the ropes. However, unlike Chris, Sebastian York gives Lucas Knight a flapjack, driving Lucas face-first into the canvas.
Steve Hebert: Meh, that's nothing compared to the Nut-Tap DDT.
Lex Robinson: I figured you'd say that.
Both Sebastian and Chris double-team Ebdon and Knight, stomping them to the floor, where The Order of Chaos members take time to recover.
Lex Robinson: In front of us, now, Lucas Knight and Pete Ebdon regroup, trying to figure out a way to maintain their composure.
Steve Hebert: With Chris Extreme in there, it's not going to happen.
Lex Robinson: They stand there, watching as Sebastian York bounces off the furthest set of ropes and springs forward. Charging ahead, he hopes to baseball-slide dropkick both men, but Knight and Ebdon both side-step out of the way!
Steve Hebert: Not a bad idea. Not only that, but they're now double-teaming Sebastian York, while Chris Extreme looks on, appearing rather careless.
Lex Robinson: Jesus, that useless bastard.
Steve Hebert: He's just resting against the ropes. It was a long walk out here, you know!
Lex Robinson: Right, I'm sure.
Sebastian York remains double-teamed by Ebdon and Knight, who happen to stomp and kick at him without any sense of stopping. In the ring, Chris Extreme finally decides to burst into action.
Lex Robinson: Chris Extreme is hopping out of the ring. It's about damn time, too. He only laid there, watching his partner get beaten for about 3 minutes straight.
Steve Hebert: But he's there now; and that's all that matters! In fact, look, he's grabbing Pete Ebdon and biting his face. Just like a good tag partner. Hell, he even tosses Pete Ebdon aside, but only after punching him in the nose.
Lex Robinson: For real. He's even going after Lucas Knight, now. He grabs Knight, elbows him in the head and then bashes his skull off the ring post. He even whips him straight into the railing, having thrown Lucas Knight directly into the steel railing. Stumbling forward, almost drunkenly, Chris Extreme proceeds to clothesline Lucas Knight up-and-over the ring railing.
Steve Hebert: See, Chris Extreme is a great partner.
Lex Robinson: So great, that he happens to walk on Sebastian York's chest, while stomping towards Pete Ebdon.
Steve Hebert: He didn't see Sebastian! It's not his fault!
Grabbing onto Pete Ebdon, Chris Extreme throws him against the ring post and then rolls him inside. Sliding in, Chris gets to his feet and is about to unload some damage onto Pete Ebdon, but stops to jerk his cock off.
Lex Robinson: This is just disgusting.
Steve Hebert: Well...
Lex Robinson: There's no way to justify this.
Steve Hebert: You got me there.
Lex Robinson: Once Chris Extreme's penis is... ugh... erect, he grabs Pete Ebdon's head and then starts slamming Ebdon's head off his erect member.
Steve Hebert: I think I saw a porn like this once. Err... wait, no, that was you.
Lex Robinson: I did not!
Steve Hebert: Over and over, Chris slams his cock off Ebdon's face. If this continues any more, he'll poke Pete's eyeball out.
Lex Robinson: How awful would that be.
Steve Hebert: Not awful enough.
Sick of having Chris Extreme's cock pound against his face, Pete Ebdon wisely decides to lowblow Chris, sending him stumbling back, holding his testicles. Of course, as this happens, Sebastian York rolls back into the ring, watching as Pete Ebdon stumbles to his feet. Unfortunately for Ebdon, as he rises to one knee, Sebastian York also steamrolls towards him, hitting him with a Shining Wizard!
Lex Robinson: A running knee-to-the-skull! Pete Ebdon has just been taken out by Sebastian York's knee!
Steve Hebert: First, it was a cock; and now it's a knee. Things are not looking good for The Order of Chaos, who definitely were not prepared for tonight's match.
Lex Robinson: You think?! There's no way that they were ready to take on the eccentric weirdo known as Chris Extreme.
Steve Hebert: It's their own damn fault. Pete Ebdon likes to ramble about how great he is; but how is he now?! Huh? He's not so great.
Lex Robinson: Sadly, I agree with you.
Steve Hebert: Holy shit, what do you know.
Lex Robinson: Seconds after tumbling onto his back, Pete Ebdon is once again lifted to his feet, allowing for Sebastian York to pull himself close. Right away, Sebastian York flings Pete with an exploder-suplex, following that up with a pinfall attempt.
Steve Hebert: Here we go...
The referee drops down, making the count...
...1...2...
Lex Robinson: However, at the count of two, Lucas Knight rolls back inside and kicks Sebastian York in the back of his head, halting the count.
Steve Hebert: Well, shit.
Lex Robinson: Lucas Knight picks Sebastian York up and then whips him into the ropes. Knight goes for a clothesline, but Sebastian York ducks beneath the arm. Charging ahead, he bounces off the middle rope and flies back, hitting a flying back-elbow right into Lucas Knight's face! Standing to his feet, he hopes to follow that up, but is forced to duck beneath a running clothesline attempt from Pete Ebdon.
Steve Hebert: Chris Extreme saves the day, though! Look!
Lex Robinson: You're right. After Pete Ebdon misses the clothesline, he steps forward, only to walk right into "The Haternator" from Chris Extreme!
Steve Hebert: Chris Extreme is the best partner, ever, don't you think?
Lex Robinson: Let's not go overboard here.
Steve Hebert: Fine. Ebdon rolls out of the ring, feeling the brunt of the impact, allowing for Sebastian the Lobster to focus solely on Lucas Knight.
Lex Robinson: Sebastian York hits a corkscrew-swinging fisherman's suplex onto Knight! He then stands up, steps around to Knight's feet and applies a Sharpshooter! He calls this move the "Fighting Mediocrity".
Steve Hebert: Mediocrity is exactly what he'd be fighting if Chris Extreme wasn't his partner.
Lex Robinson: In no time, Lucas Knight is tapping out.
Steve Hebert: Go figure. What an old useless bastard.
With the referee officially calling for the bell, Sebastian York drops the submission hold... only to walk right into a modified version of The Cock-Factor from Chris Extreme, who wanted to make the pinfall.
Steve Hebert: Well, so much for that pairing. They were a good team while it lasted.
Lex Robinson: That selfish, arrogant bastard just Cock-Factored the man that got him the victory! Ridiculous.
Steve Hebert: Fuck that. Chris Extreme would have won by himself.
Lex Robinson: Who knows.
Steve Hebert: I know, that's who.
Rolling out of the ring, Chris Extreme walks to the back, amongst a mixed raucous of cheers and jeers. Before he passes the curtain, he points to his erect penis, allowing it to wiggle, with the spotlight pointing at it. After he passes the curtain, entering the backstage area, Sebastian York groggily exits the ring, a winner, but looking quite confused.
Winners: Sebastian York and Chris Extreme
The scene opens in one of the hallways backstage, where there is little commotion. There is a janitor mopping floors near a vending machine, who is surprised when the doors to the arena open up and a fairly muscular guy, wearing all black clothes, complete with black sunglasses and black hat, enters the area.
Once inside, the stranger pulls inside an empty shopping cart and looks around at the janitor, who seems suspicious of the guy.
Janitor: Hmm... haven't I seen you before?
The stranger pushes the cart over to the janitor.
Man: Hey, janitor guy...
Janitor: Hmph?
Man: I'm here for the "Fans Bring the Weapons Match", but I have no clue where to go from here.
Janitor: What? Who do I look like here?
The janitor comes across as extremely frustrated.
Janitor: I don't know these things. I do my job and I don't ask questions. Why are you attacking me like that? Why the name calling?
Man: Um, okay. I'm sorry. Could you at least tell me where I could find the top guy's office?
Janitor: Can't you read? There is only one "Corey Page" sign on only one office door.
Man: Gotcha. Thank you for your advice.
The man shakes his head in disbelief and strides off, pushing his cart in front of him.
Man: Nothing's changed.
The scene fades to black.
Steve Hebert: What, Lex?
Lex Robinson: We’ve got a hell of a match coming up! The Purity Title defended, in a FOUR way elimination match! This could be the highlight of the night!
Steve Hebert: Or the time for me to take a piss and go get some food from a hotdog stand.
Lex Robinson: You have no appreciation for the finer sides of professional wrestling.
Steve Hebert: Sorry, I save all my appreciation for your wife and food. Be back in a few.
Lex Robinson: You son of a bitch.
Steve Hebert puts down his headset and makes his way through the crowd, to roaring boos, as the lights begin to dim down. “My Prerogative” by Britney Spears begins playing on the sound system, as Roxy Erikson appears on the stage, complete in gaudy fur coat and with her trademark bottle of champagne. She shakes it and pops the cork, spraying the audience with champagne, before sliding into the ring, and flinging both her coat and the bottle outside of the ring. The crowd’s reaction quickly becomes confused as Roxy Erikson drops the Purity Title belt on the mat, before revealing a small bag of white powder, which she pours on the belt.
Lex Robinson: Oh wow... Purity title no more, I’d say.
Roxy quickly cuts a line of the “mysterious white powder,” before getting on her hands and knees and snorting it off of the belt. She arches back, her eyes glazed over, before slowly crawling to her corner and twitching, while the referee takes her belt away, and her music fades.
Lex Robinson: Good to see Roxy’s gotten into her zone so quickly. I’m pretty sure no one has ever lost a Sin title via overdose. But it could happen tonight!
"Direction" by The Starting Line hits and Angel Ryann Felicity makes his way out towards the ringside area, where he slides inside, staring at the slowly convulsion Roxy Erikson. He shake his head, making his way toward a different corner, and crouches, awaiting the others.
Lex Robinson: Angel Ryann Felicity showing impressive poise in not choosing to stomp on the crack whore at such an opportunistic point.
"Simple Design" by Breaking Benjamin goes off and Dan Black comes out from the back and then runs into the ring. He climbs an open turnbuckle, pointing to the audience and he goes to the center of the ring and stomps his right foot, which ignites pyro all around the ringside area. Angel Felicity is unshaken by the pyrotechnics, but Roxy Erikson curls up into the fetal position, sucking her thumb while twitching badly.
Lex Robinson: The Bulldozer arrives! With fireworks! Do fireworks, not drugs, kids. You’ll never give head for sparklers.
"The Outsider (Resident Reinhold mix)" by A Perfect Circle begins to play as Shane Donovan makes his way to the ring, his eyes scanning the crowd as he walks down the aisle, sliding into the ring. Shane removes his jacket, handing it to a stagehand before taking his place in the last remaining corner, waiting for the match to begin.
Lex Robinson: This could be either amazing, or ugly as hell, folks. We’ve got four completely different styles going here. Roxy is a crackhead who can barely wrestle at all, Angel is a high flyer, Black is a powerhouse, and Shane Donovan is a more technical fighter. We could get anything out of this match.
The bell rings, as the three standing competitors circle each other warily, while keeping an eye on Roxy, who is still twitching in the corner. Suddenly, Roxy jerks to her feet, the other three backing off, as she blithers incoherently at them. She charges at Angel Felicity, who ducks her, before catching her on the return from the ropes with a flipping dropkick.
Lex Robinson: Roxy’s mad dash for Angel fails, but she’s right back up again! A charge at Dan Black! But he clearly sees her coming, and levels her to the mat with a vicious lariat!
Steve Hebert: LARIATTTOOOOO! Ah, doo-de-doo, did I miss anything? I brought you a hot dog, Lex.
Lex Robinson: Ooh, thanks Steve!
Steve Hebert: It’s in my pants. Heh, you gullible sap.
Lex Robinson: Aww, you’re a jackass, Steve. You haven’t missed much except for Roxy doing a line to start the match, and now getting beaten by everyone, one by one.
Steve Hebert: Better than most Purity matches already, I’ll say that much!
Roxy remains undaunted by Black’s lariat, though, as she’s promptly back to her feet again, her wild eyes focusing this time on Shane Donovan, who she charges at this time! Donovan drops the shoulder though, and lifts Roxy’s weight, before crushing her to the mat with a spine buster! Roxy leaps to her feet yet again, before finally flopping pathetically to the mat, drooling under her glassy eyes.
Steve Hebert: God damn, it’s like Zombie-Roxy decided to show up for this match!
Lex Robinson: Well, she’s been lining up with Casanova, think maybe the undead infestation is spreading?
Steve Hebert: Nah, just the drug epidemic.
With Roxy finally somewhat unconscious, Shane Donovan immediately takes advantage, dropping an elbow across the back of her neck, before yanking one of her arms back with a cross arm breaker. Roxy doesn’t respond at all, though, as Angel Felicity bounces off the ropes and drops a rolling-splash across both Roxy and Shane, breaking the hold. Felicity rises with a smirk, only to get a face full of fist by Dan Black, who batters Felicity toward the ropes, before Irish-whipping Felicity across the ring.
Lex Robinson: Felicity on the return, gets spun to the mat with a huge Sidewalk Slam by Dan Black! Black yanks Felicity back to his feet, before whipping him against the turnbuckle and crushing him into the corner with a running avalanche to follow!
Steve Hebert: Emo has clearly joined goth on Dan Black’s to-do list.
Lex Robinson: Indeed. Black steps back, glaring at Felicity, but gets slid down into a pinfall position by Shane Donovan, from behind!
...1...2...
Lex Robinson: Black barely kicks out! He turns, firing a right at Donovan, who blocks and fires back with some of his own! Donovan backs Dan Black into the corner and sets him up on the turnbuckles!
Shane Donovan climbs the ropes, and leaps upward, attempting a top rope huracanrana to Dan Black. But Black retains enough wits to push Donovan hard forward, which sends him flipping and crashing atop the other two competitors, as Angel Felicity was lifting Roxy to her feet before the impact!
Steve Hebert: Can I get a clean up in aisle six, lingerie? The ladies’ half of this match just got flattened by a tumbling Shane Donovan!
Lex Robinson: Ladies half of the match? Angel Ryann Felicity is a guy.
Steve Hebert: Bullshit.
Lex Robinson: No, really.
Steve Hebert: I call bullshit. That’s too emo to have a penis.
Lex Robinson: You’d be surprised with kids these days.
Dan Black suddenly finds himself in a rare position for him; seated on the top turnbuckle. With his three competitors lying in a pile, the big man of the bunch leaps over them, completing the heap with a massive top-rope splash.
Lex Robinson: He’s on top... and is calling for the ref to start counting the pile, like a pinfall!
Steve Hebert: Who the hell is underneath in that pile, anyway?!
...1...2...3!
Lex Robinson: The referee’s calling for the bell, but who was just eliminated? Shane Donovan, Roxy Erikson, and Angel Ryann Felicity each could have been eliminated…
Dan Black stands up quickly, and runs to the turnbuckle, his arms in the air, as the referee gestures from behind him that Angel Ryann Felicity has been eliminated.
Eliminated: Angel Ryann Felicity
Lex Robinson: Well, it looks like Angel ended up on the bottom of that pile... but I think Dan Black thinks he won the whole match, like he just pinned them all at once!
Steve Hebert: Well, didn’t he?
Lex Robinson: Nope! Out of the pile, it looks like only Angel Ryann Felicity had both shoulders on the mat.
Steve Hebert: Bummer. Hopefully things stay interesting, if it really absolutely HAS to continue.
Dan Black seems confused finally due to the lack of hearing his music playing, and he turns, jumping down from the turnbuckle, to see Roxy Erikson still in the ring, slowly rising, and still twitching, and Shane Donovan, nowhere to be found. Black looks to the referee in confusion.
Lex Robinson: And Dan Black looks to the side, just to catch a high velocity flying forearm from Shane Donovan, who leapt from the top turnbuckle! Black didn’t notice Donovan’s ascent during his misguided celebration!
Steve Hebert: I’m telling you, this match should’ve been over already. Black did have them all covered, right?
Lex Robinson: No Steve, shut up. Shane Donovan continues his momentum, stunning Dan Black with more forearms of the more conventional variety, before lunging back to the ropes, ducking under a Dan Black clothesline attempt, and dazzling him on the return with a ridiculous spinning head scissors takedown!
Steve Hebert: This isn’t as bad as expected, I guess. I was figuring on half the match being some variant of a headlock!
Shane Donovan promptly lifts Dan Black to his feet, who locks a headlock around Shane Donovan’s head in desperation to slow the onslaught.
Steve Hebert: Well fuck me; then.
Donovan isn’t fazed, though, as he breaks the hold by charging Dan Black into the corner, before ramming repeated shoulders into Black’s abdomen. He sits Black up again on the second turnbuckle, only to have Roxy Erikson strike from behind, slamming Donovan into the turnbuckles with an awkward clothesline. Shane Donovan turns, hardly hurt by Roxy’s strike, but is struck down hard by an elbow off of the second turnbuckle from Dan Black, which is planted right on the back of Shane Donovan’s neck.
Steve Hebert: Ouch. Shane’s definitely clutching that neck in pain! Maybe it’s just a cramp!
Lex Robinson: Or maybe it’s just the inevitable pain of someone slamming their elbow into your vertebrae, Steve. The referee checks up on Shane Donovan, as Dan Black tumbles to the apron after getting a hard low blow from Roxy, behind the referee’s back!
Steve Hebert: Ah, see, I no longer cringe at the sight of other men getting low blows. I see it now as competition for the female companionship being eliminated.
Lex Robinson: That’s so... evolutionary of you, Steve.
Roxy Erikson drags Shane Donovan to his feet, before spinning haphazardly around him and jarring him to the mat, with the Roxy Ride!
Steve Hebert: The Roxy Ride! I hear it’s fifty bucks for one of those if you aren’t wrestling her at the time.
Lex Robinson: You’re horrible, Steve. The Roxy Ride had to jam Donovan’s neck pretty badly, and now Roxy’s making a cover on him!
...1...2...3!
Lex Robinson: The referee calls for the bell, as Roxy looks up in amazement that she eliminated someone. Or perhaps amazement that she’s in a wrestling ring.
Steve Hebert: Or perhaps amazement that she’s got her clothes on, and no one’s thrown money at her yet.
Eliminated: Shane Donovan
Dan Black steps back into the ring, with a sick smile on his face, as Shane Donovan rolls out, leaving him alone with Roxy Erikson finally. He fires a big clothesline, which Roxy ducks, with a panicked expression, and then a big boot, which Roxy runs straight into.
Steve Hebert: Whore go splat.
Lex Robinson: How creative, Steve! It’s practically straight out of grade school! Roxy is yanked to her feet by her hair, as Black whips her to the corner, where she crashes against the turnbuckles.
Steve Hebert: A full head of steam, and now Black’s really planning to splat Roxy Erikson! He’s going to hit her so hard that she’s going to pop into a cloud of cocaine and semen!
Lex Robinson: Or he’s going to come up empty! Roxy ducks a big running splash, and Dan Black crashes into the turnbuckle hard, and favors his ribs!
Roxy Erikson rises quickly, mentally steadying herself, before suddenly delivering several stiff kicks to Dan Black’s ribs. Black seems surprised and pained, before Roxy runs to the ropes and returns with a dropkick targeted right into Black’s ribs, which topples him to the mat. Roxy quickly heads for a corner, getting to the second turnbuckle, before leaping off with a bionic elbow, which also hits Black’s ribs!
Lex Robinson: What in the hell is going on?!
Steve Hebert: God damn, Roxy must’ve actually learned something from those wrestling lessons, instead of just taking facials from the trainer the whole time! Who knew?!
Lex Robinson: Not me! Roxy Erikson goes for the cover on Dan Black!
...1...2...
Steve Hebert: Kickout for Dan Black! The poor son-of-a-bitch won’t quit, and now Roxy’s going to suddenly admit that she actually can wrestle, right?
Lex Robinson: Oh, I doubt it. She’s probably just learned a few basic moves. It’s just that we expect so little from her, that what little we’re getting seems freaking amazing.
Steve Hebert: It all makes sense now.
Dan Black slowly sits up, even as Roxy begins stomping at his ribs. He finally grabs hold of her ankle, and tosses her through the ropes and to the outside, which buys him some breathing time. After a moment, Black slides outside of the ring himself, where Roxy has since risen. Black lunges for a grapple, and Roxy foolishly locks on as well, and she promptly gets backed against the guardrail, before several shots from Dan Black leave her almost unconscious against the rail.
Lex Robinson: Dan Black is just dominating Roxy Erikson right now! He pulls her up and locks her in…belly to belly suplex! Roxy gets dropped hard onto the hard arena floor, and she doesn’t look to be moving!
Steve Hebert: You can see it in his eyes, Dan Black sees a title belt in his near future! He rolls her into the ring and quickly makes the cover!
...1...
Lex Robinson: One...
...2...
Lex Robinson: Two...!
...
Steve Hebert: Where’s the three, ref?!
Lex Robinson: Holy shit, Roxy Erikson put her foot on the ropes! It must’ve been accidental!
Steve Hebert: Absolutely. She’s just not that smart.
Lex Robinson: Nope. Dumb luck.
Steve Hebert: Guaranteed. Just a lucky muscle twitch.
Dan Black rises in surprise and frustration, before quickly yanking Roxy Erikson to her feet, and slamming her hard into a standing head scissors. He motions for it to be the end, as he flips her up, aiming for the Hospitalizer sit down power bomb!
Lex Robinson: This could be the end!
Steve Hebert: Black’s stalling, what just happened?!
Lex Robinson: It looks like Roxy just gouged his eyes!
Steve Hebert: How delectably illegal! It won’t stop him, though, as he yanks her downward!
But the Hospitalizer is thwarted again, as Roxy miraculously caught the ropes on her descent, and thus was saved from the crushing total impact!
Lex Robinson: Oh, Black is PISSED now! He stomps a mudhole in her, and now he’s got her set up for the bomb again! Are we going to see it complete this time?!
Steve Hebert: Who knows! Roxy’s fighting again, repeated forearms into the face of Dan Black, gouging his eyes, punching his head, she’s just not giving in!
Lex Robinson: It looks like she’s almost slipped out of Black’s grip!
As Dan Black’s balance teeters against Roxy’s assault, Roxy slips one leg loose and spins quickly around Black with the momentum, before yanking his head down at the last second before landing!
Lex Robinson: The Roxy Ride! Out of nowhere!
Steve Hebert: I just can’t believe this that easily. Roxy Erikson can wrestle? At all?!
Lex Robinson: It looks like it! She’s going for the cover!
...1...2...3!
Roxy Erikson slides out of the ring, before crouching in exhaustion next to the ring steps. She eyes the referee with paranoia as he hands her the Purity Title, before heading up the entrance ramp.
Steve Hebert: You know, I bet when Corey Page decided that SW needed a Purity Title, he couldn’t have fathomed that it would be soon held by a crack whore.
Lex Robinson: Yeah, really. Lust Title, maybe. But Purity Title? As for the title, Dan Black is rising finally in the ring, and not looking very happy at all. This was probably his last shot to reclaim that title from Roxy Erikson.
Steve Hebert: Well, there’s always the Lust Title, right?
Lex Robinson: I guess.
Dan Black slides out of the ring, shaking his head in frustration, as he gets a moderate cheer from the crowd for his performance for most of the match. Caught off guard by this, he shakes his head and heads up the ramp, giving the crowd a small salute before heading backstage.
Winner: Roxy Erikson
Chris Extreme is shown walking through the backstage area, coming to a halt only when he comes across the two men he fought earlier, Pete Ebdon and Lucas Knight. The duo of Ebdon and Knight, otherwise known as The Order of Chaos, respond back and forth to each other, talking about their match from previously tonight, only to spot Chris Extreme and turn their attention towards him.
Chris Extreme: Whoa, look, it's the two boring douchebags I single-handedly beat earlier tonight.
Receiving an angry glare from both men, Chris shrugs it off.
Chris Extreme: You two faggots probably fucked that slimy whore, Ryan Ford.
Everyone surrounding the three men suddenly stop to vomit in a bucket.
Chris Extreme: No wonder you're both boring queers. Goddamn, I hate your kind. You both look like gigantic, metrosexual homos. Please eat a bullet; the both of you.
With that, Pete Ebdon steps forth, offering some advice to Chris Extreme.
Pete Ebdon: Listen here, you listen right up. I am Pete Ebdon, you do not talk to me like that. In fact...
This goes on for what seems like forever for Chris Extreme, who happens to pull up a lawn chair and make himself a pina-colada. Reclining back, he drinks from his cool glass, while Pete Ebdon drones on and on, offering about 40 different suggestions in saying he is better than Chris Extreme.
...
10 minutes later...
Pete Ebdon: And that's why, Chris Extreme, The Order of Chaos is better than you!
Taking one final sip from his drink, Chris throws it overhead, letting it smash against the arena's wall. Standing to his feet, he kicks over his chair and gets in Pete Ebdon's face, looking very angry.
Chris Extreme: Oh yeah?
Pete Ebdon: Yeah, you heard me.
Chris Extreme: Actually, no, I never. Can you repeat all of that?
A collective groan is heard all throughout the arena, as Pete Ebdon rolls his eyes. He decides to speak up, yet again.
Pete Ebdon: I'll keep it short and to-the-point.
Chris Extreme: Thank God.
He pulls out a sharpie and writes "Pete Ebdon" on the wall.
Pete Ebdon: I, Pete Ebdon...
He then makes the "greater than" symbol; aka ">".
Pete Ebdon: Am better than...
Next, "Chris Extreme" is written on the wall.
Pete Ebdon: Chris Extreme.
The Order of Chaos members, Pete Ebdon and Lucas Knight, chuckle. This also prompts Lucas Knight to step forward and say something, too.
Lucas Knight: Damn right, bruv. Chris Extreme just got pwned!
Scrunching up his face, Chris Extreme responds to this.
Chris Extreme: "Bruv"? "Pwned"? Are you some of Asian faggot? Speak English, douchebag.
Looking like a molested kitten, Lucas Knight steps back, while Chris Extreme grabs the marker out of Pete Ebdon's hands.
Chris Extreme: Now let me fix that equation. With some precision, Chris Extreme begins to write a new equation on the wall.
Handing the marker back, Chris Extreme speaks to Ebdon and Knight.
Chris Extreme: Solve that, shitheads.
Storming off, Chris Extreme walks away, leaving both Knight and Ebdon stunned.
Lucas Knight: What the fuck, bruv?
Pete Ebdon gives Lucas Knight a look and then bows his head in shame.
We fade back to Team Wifey's locker room, where Adora and Morgana are resting, thinking about their respective upcoming matches. Morgana is checking that her outfit is in perfect shape for her match against Stevie Swing, while Adora is lying back on a couch, rubbing her temples, trying to find complete rest. Suddenly, they are interrupted by loud knocking on their door. They glance at each other, with Adora being the one that rises and goes to open the door.
Adora: Hold on... I'm coming.
Morgana: Imagine if Corey Ashton heard you say that.
Adora: Eh... it better not be that fucking sicko, Corey Ashton.
She arrives at the door, sighing as she opens it.
Adora: Wait, what are YOU doing here? Didn't you have enough the last time I kicked your ass?
A loud thud is heard, as Adora comes flying back into the locker room, blood gushing from her forehead. This causes Morgana to shriek and turn around, trying to figure out what just happened.
Morgana: ADORA!
Morgana rushes for the door to get the attacker, but the only thing there is a 50 pound fitness weight, with blood droplets on it, slowly dripping onto the floor. Standing over Adora, Morgana cries out for some medical help.
A "Yo!" booms out of the PA system, followed by "Y'all Want a Single" by KoRn. Savage Youth jumps out from behind the curtain and begins to hop up and down as the crowd begins to chant "Yo, Yo, Yo!" Savage Youth runs down to the ring, climbs in and makes a fool of himself in the ring in various ways, as he waits for the match to commence.
Steve Hebert: Ah, here’s the special one!
The arena goes black and a low hiss is heard.
the
destiny
show
Destiny whispers, "Your destiny awaits." and the music, "Sweet Sacrifice" by Evanescence fades in harshly, cranked up to its highest setting possible.
it's true: we're all a little insane
but it's so clear...
now that i'm unchained
Scarlet fireworks explode in chain up to the top of the entrance ramp, where the flames form a ring of fire from which Destiny emeges. She sways down the ring, an albino snake resting atop her shoulders.
fear is only in our minds
but it's taking over all the time
you poor sweet innocent thing, dry your eyes
and testify! you know you live to break me
don't deny
sweet sacrifice
Handing the snake to a stagehand, she slides into the ring, reveling in the reaction of the crowd. She tests the ropes, motions for her music to be cut, and feigns a devilish smile.
destiny
fulfilled
Lex Robinson: I don’t know how you’ve kept quiet with Destiny wandering down to the ring with that snake.
Steve Hebert: Happy thoughts, happy thoughts.
The bell rings, as Destiny Daniels and Savage Youth smash into each other with a very rough grapple. Destiny is backed up slowly, Savage having a slight strength advantage, until she yanks him around with an armbar, before kicking out the back of one of his knees and settling him down into a surfboard stretch position.
Lex Robinson: This could get interesting for high flying fans, as these two are aces in that department, even though they’re starting out low.
Steve Hebert: I love high-flyers. Falling on your head from the top rope is much more amusing than falling on your head from the ground already.
Lex Robinson: Very insightful. Savage breaks the stretch, and before either truly rises, they tag each other with near identical side kicks to their respective temples.
Steve Hebert: Jinx!
Lex Robinson: No, he got eaten by an alligator.
Steve Hebert: No, I mean jinx, because they did the same thing at…ah, fuck it. BREAK EACH OTHER’S FACES, WORMS!
Lex Robinson: That’s the spirit.
The two competitors rise, Savage Youth slightly in the lead. He skips and fires a super kick at Destiny Daniels, but she catches it and sidesteps Savage, locking his head under her arm while hooking his leg backward to drop him in a very nasty looking reverse DDT. She leaps into a handstand, and drops, driving her knees into Savage Youth’s face.
Lex Robinson: A painful combination there, with some sort of cradle reverse DDT followed by a double knee drop. Destiny goes for the cover!
...1...
Steve Hebert: Not even a full one count; Savage Youth broke it via forearm right to Destiny Daniels face. I like that style.
Lex Robinson: Savage Youth may be a dumbass, but he’s certainly not stupid, as Destiny is realizing now.
Steve Hebert: I wouldn’t argue that point too far, though.
Lex Robinson: True.
Savage Youth leaps to his feet, only to pull some Matrix style dodge immediately to get under a nasty roundhouse kick aimed at his face, courtesy of Destiny Daniels. She spins through it, though, and Savage Youth quickly locks her from behind in a full nelson, before arcing her back in a suplex.
Lex Robinson: Dragon suplex, held for a pinfall attempt? That’s not stupid, regardless of who’s doing it.
Steve Hebert: I didn’t say the dragon suplex was stupid. Just Savage Youth.
...1...2...
Destiny Daniels breaks the lock with more than a half second to spare. She rolls through to quickly gain her balance, before stunning Savage Youth with a flurry of kicks and punches to his head and torso, leaving him staggered on one knee. Destiny places her knee against the back of Savage’s head, before yanking him toward the mat by his hair, his momentum only stopped by her knee.
Lex Robinson: OUCH! That had to put a kink in Savage Youth’s neck.
Steve Hebert: And a hell of a migraine in his skull. She yanks him back to his feet, and then back down with a snap mare, and a brutal knee right to the back of his head. Relentless.
Lex Robinson: Stop getting a hard-on. That’s what she’d be doing to you if you hit on her.
Steve Hebert: You doubt my charms.
Lex Robinson: Only their existence.
Destiny Daniels appears to contemplate covering Savage Youth, but instead decides to climb the ropes, before dropping a textbook perfect moonsault across Savage Youth. She then hooks a leg for the cover.
...1...2...
Lex Robinson: Kickout! Savage Youth isn’t done yet, but he’s got to be wearing down under Destiny’s attacks!
Steve Hebert: He isn’t hopping around quite like his manic usual self; in fact, Destiny’s already back on the top rope, and he just barely got to his feet!
Destiny Daniels leaps from the top rope with a missile dropkick aimed at Savage Youth, but he sidesteps, skipping forward and drilling her with a super kick mid-flight to derail her offense. Destiny crashes to the mat unconscious, as Savage drops to his knees, exhausted.
Lex Robinson: Holy cow, listen to the crowd! Savage Youth definitely has them on his side!
Steve Hebert: Ooh, isn’t that just vital to winning? I mean, I always see the fans breaking good guys out of submission holds, and kicking out for them when they’re covered…
Lex Robinson: Are you being sarcastic?
Steve Hebert: Of course, you dolt!
Savage Youth lifts Destiny Daniels to her feet, before clinching his hand across her throat.
Steve Hebert: You know, Savage Youth might actually be able to choke slam her!
Lex Robinson: I don’t know, I doubt he’s ever actually hit a choke slam before.
Savage Youth promptly choke slams Destiny Daniels to the mat, as the crowd goes wild. Savage Youth seems so amazed that he hit the move that he’s left in awe for moments, before finally going for a cover.
Steve Hebert: God damn.
Lex Robinson: No shit.
...1...
Lex Robinson: Early kickout. Something about waiting thirty seconds before going for the cover might’ve had something to do with that.
Steve Hebert: I don’t know if Savage Youth will be able to cope with himself, now that he knows he actually CAN hit the choke slam.
Lex Robinson: Who knows?
Savage Youth rises, shouting some yo’s out to the crowd in response to their chants following his choke slam. Unfortunately, Destiny Daniels rose quickly, and drives him down the mat with a quick Serpent’s Strike. She attempts to drag him away from the ropes, for the Cottonmouth, but Savage fights mightily, holding onto the ropes for dear life!
Lex Robinson: Fight on, simple one!
Steve Hebert: Oh stop, you pansy. Rip him in half, you hot angry babe!
By the time Destiny finally fights Savage off of the rope, he’s risen to one knee. Destiny promptly gives up on the Cottonmouth, settling for a lock on behind Savage Youth, to flatten him against the mat with her Mind Blower suplex. Destiny smirks at the crowd, suddenly quieted, as she rolls Savage Youth over, covering him.
...1...2...
Steve Hebert: Destiny just broke the cover!
Lex Robinson: Uh oh…she stopped because…look what’s climbing into the ring! ROBO-TEDDY!
Destiny Daniels rises, standing tall as she glares down at the mechanical teddy bear heading her way, with a large kitchen knife in hand.
Robo-Teddy: Imma cut you, bitch! ARG!
Destiny Daniels nods, before slowly outmaneuvering Robo-Teddy. Savage Youth finally sits up in the corner, his eyes wide at seeing Robo-Teddy in the ring.
Lex Robinson: You just don’t see this often, do you?
Steve Hebert: Not really.
Robo-Teddy: Arg! Come an’ get what’s comin’ to ya!
Destiny Daniels responds with a quick set position, before punting Robo-Teddy deep into the audience. His faint wails are heard fading, before he is seen being tossed around crowd surfed around the audience. Savage Youth lunges against the closest rope, crying out for Robo-Teddy, only to be struck down with the Serpent’s Strike, dragged to the center of the ring, and clamped down upon by Destiny Daniels’ Cottonmouth.
Steve Hebert: Just tap, kid, and go save your bear. Sheesh.
Lex Robinson: He’s a fighter, but Daniels’ finisher is one of the toughest to break in Sin Wrestling!
Steve Hebert: And he’s tapping! The carnage is over.
The bell rings, as the referee raises Destiny Daniels’ arm in victory. She smirks, as Savage Youth painfully crawls out of the ring, and jumps the guardrail, making his way toward Robo-Teddy, floating through the audience.
Winner: Destiny Daniels
The camera switches to the backstage area, inside of Corey Page's office, to be more exact. Opening inside, the camera views Chris Carson standing in front of Corey's desk, which has various bottles of alcohol strewn across it, as opposed to having papers and contracts on it. The picture shows Chris Carson slamming his fist down on the desk, in protest of something.
Chris Carson: This is ridiculous! First, all these whores take success in Sin Wrestling; and now you bring back Chris Extreme! What are you thinking?! If this keeps up, I'll destroy Sin Wrestling just like how I destroyed TWW! You remember that, don't you?!
Corey takes a sip from the bottle of alcohol.
Corey Page: I need rehab.
A confused look pervades across Chris Carson's face.
Chris Carson: What the Christ? This is ridiculous!
Scurrying off, Chris Carson storms out of Corey Page's office, slamming the door behind him as he exits. Unfortunately, the first person he meets upon his exit is Chris Extreme, Carson's noted rival. The two immediately stare each other down, with Chris Extreme breaking the silence.
Chris Extreme: I like what you're doing around here. Sin Wrestling really needs less whores.
He pats Chris Carson on the back and walks away, leaving Chris Carson confused about whether he should be angered or glad.
A giant cake sits in the backstage area, where the members of the upcoming Lust Title match are standing around. They appear anxious, ready to get things started for tonight's title match, shooting random comments back-and-forth at each other.
Matthew Moore: Let's hurry up and get this thing started. I want to walk out with that title.
Hearing this, Adrian Merlo snaps his head towards Matthew Moore.
Adrian Merlo: Say what?
Matthew Moore: You heard me.
Corey Ashton then decides to interject himself.
Corey Ashton: Oh no; I'll be winning that title and then I'll be dedicating it to Adora. That's right, the LUST TITLE is all for her.
Adrian Merlo: But that didn't stop you from nearly crippling her last week!
Corey Ashton: Uhm... well...
Adrian Merlo: It's going to be a piece of cake kicking your ass... literally.
Adrian scoops up some cake and puts it on a plate. Taking a fork, he digs into the cake and takes a bite.
Matthew Moore: Hey, don't eat all of that!
Matthew Moore goes to grab the cake out of Adrian Merlo's hand, but halts when he sees the cake begin to jiggle.
Matthew Moore: What the hell?!
Just then, song music begins to play. It's undecipherable at first, but as the tone gets louder, it's revealed to be "Prison Sex" by Tool. From out of nowhere, a female's voice can be heard.
Voice: BRUDON.... OHHHHH BRUDON!
Second Voice: YESSSSSSSSSSSS?
Voice: CUT ME, BRUDON! CUT MEEEEEEEE!
Adrian Merlo: No way.
Adrian drops the cake, trying to figure out what's going on.
Corey Ashton: Is this...?
The top of the cake pops open, sending icing and delicious crumbs everywhere. Standing there, in the midst of the cake, wearing a black-and-white pinstrip shirt, along with tight leather pants that show off his crotch, is former World Champion and current Hall of Famer, Zimdela Brudon. Grabbing a chunk of cake, he stuffs it into his maw, and then steps out of the cake, showing off his referee's shirt.
Dr. Devard Orange: Holy fuck, it's Zimdela Brudon.
Zimdela Brudon: You fuckin' right, bitches. Now what are all of you faggots doing just standing around? We've got a match to start!
Deciding to take things into his own hands, Zimdela clubs Matthew Moore across the head with a pan, which he had lifted off a nearby table, and then grabs Adrian Merlo by his curly hair and heaves him out through the door.
Zimdela Brudon: Ring the goddamn bell!
Grabbing the pan, Zimdela strikes it with a metal object, creating a bell sound.
Zimdela Brudon: Fight, you faggots, fight. Show me how badly you want this!
Heeding Zimdela's orders, Corey Ashton and Dr. Devard Orange charge to the outside, following closely behind Adrian Merlo, getting ready for a fight, with Zimdela being the referee.
Lex Robinson: Holy shit, it's Zimdela Brudon, Steve!
Steve Hebert: I just hope he's brought with him a trail of hot, gothic sluts.
Lex Robinson: Maybe! He's only referee'ing this match. Can you believe this?!
Steve Hebert: I... uh... calm down, Lex.
Lex Robinson: I can't help it. It's been a while since we've seen Zimdela, the former Ultraviolent and World Champion! Who can forget such classics as the Chris Extreme/Zimdela Brudon naked-strap match?! And the Zimdela's Hardcore House of Horrors Match?! And his matches against Casanova, his own partner in the Sentinels of Insanity!
Steve Hebert: God damnit, I said "calm down"!
Lex Robinson: Fine.
As everyone stumbles out to the parking lot, Corey Ashton is shown sneaking up on Adrian Merlo, grabbing his hair and then flinging him face-first against the side of the arena. Dr. Devard Orange, wanting a piece of the action, decides to then come up behind Corey Ashton, grab his head and then bounces his face off the side of the arena, as well.
Lex Robinson: Everyone's getting a shot at having their face smashes off this building.
Steve Hebert: It'll soon be Lex "The Sex" Robinson's turn, too.
Lex Robinson: What the heck did you just call me?
Steve Hebert: Nevermind. Speaking of which, actually, here comes Matthew Moore, holding that pan that was blasted against his skull. Whammo! He blasts that across the back of Devard's head, knocking him face-first into the building, as well.
Lex Robinson: How fancy.
Just then, Zimdela grabs onto Matthew Moore's long, grungy hair and bashes his skull into the arena wall.
Lex Robinson: There's a face-smash for Matthew Moore, too!
Steve Hebert: The emo had it coming.
Lex Robinson: Emo is a noun, now?
Steve Hebert: Of course.
With all four competitors grounded, Corey Ashton is the first to rise, deciding to latch onto a pylon and then fling it at the other three, having it smash against them, watching them tumble like a set of bowling pins. Stepping ahead, Corey Ashton picks up Matthew Moore, while Zimdela offers words of encouragement.
Zimdela Brudon: Yeah! Come on, pick old slimey up. Give him a punch or two.
Lex Robinson: Listen to Zimdela words of advice to Corey Ashton.
Steve Hebert: If only our regular referees were as active as this.
Lex Robinson: Corey Ashton appears to listen intently to Zimdela's words, as he starts punching the life out of Matthew Moore, eventually flinging him across the parking lot once he decides to retaliate.
Steve Hebert: Corey Ashton just flung that douchebag halfway across the parking lot.
Lex Robinson: Matthew Moore is crawling up against the tire of a car, allowing for Corey Ashton to prance in and commence stomping at him.
Steve Hebert: "Prance"? I think he walked in a little more manly than that.
Lex Robinson: Either way, Corey Ashton is kicking Matthew Moore, okay?!
Steve Hebert: Good enough. Corey even manages to rip the hubcap off one of the other tires. He holds it above his head, about to smash it down across Matthew Moore... but the good Doctor comes up behind him.
Lex Robinson: Devard Orange snatches the hubcap away from Corey Ashton... Corey swings around... and is bashed with the hubcap! Down goes Corey Ashton!
Steve Hebert: Oh shit.
Lex Robinson: Adrian Merlo is now up to his feet. He creeps up behind Devard Orange, waistlocking him, prompting Devard to try and squirm his way out of it, still with the hubcap in his hands.
Steve Hebert: He'll probably steal that hubcap because he's black!
Lex Robinson: Jesus, you're awful. And so is Merlo's attempt at German Suplexing Dr. Orange on the pavement.
Steve Hebert: It looks more like Adrian Merlo is trying to sodomize Devard.
Lex Robinson: Uhm... no. Using his right and left elbows, Devard strikes Merlo in the head, hoping to find freedom, but Merlo remains latched on. As these two struggle, Matthew Moore rises to his feet and then charges at them. Thinking rapidly, Devard Orange ducks down, also forcing Adrian Merlo to hunch over. Using Matthew Moore's momentum against him, the duo wind up delivering a double-backdrop onto Moore, vaulting him through the air.
Steve Hebert: The old goth even lands on his old dumb, gothic, emo asshole, which is surely already scarred with heroin-needle injections.
Lex Robinson: Still with Adrian Merlo's arms wrapped around his waist, Dr. Devard Orange desperately tries to free himself, striking him with some more elbows to try and loosen the grip. Realizing that he has the perfect weapon in his hands, Devard swings the hubcap back, smacking it against Merlo's forehead. Not only does the hubcap split him open, but the shot also releases Merlo's hold around Devard's waist.
Steve Hebert: Thank God. It was just getting disgusting.
Lex Robinson: You're reading too much into things.
Steve Hebert: I would never do such a thing!
Being the only person on his own two feet, Dr. Devard Orange is hailed by Zimdela, who beckons him to continue beating on one of his opponents.
Zimdela Brudon: Do something, you slut!
Lex Robinson: Looking at Zimdela, questioningly, Dr. Devard Orange is about to beat on Matthew Moore, but is halted once Corey Ashton springs to his feet and attacks him from behind. Hitting a clothesline to the back of Devard's neck, Corey drops the doctor down to one knee and then incessantly strikes him with a flurry of knees to the face.
Steve Hebert: Ashtom family member number 1000 traverses to the side of the arena, too. He grabs the pylon that was thrown earlier and brings it toward Devard, where he commences choking him with it.
Zimdela Brudon: That's the stuff! Choke him! Hit him with it!
As if receiving orders from Zimdela, Corey stops choking Devard with the pylon; and instead starts to batter him with the edge of it. Unfortunately, at this occurs, this allows for Adrian Merlo to rise to his feet and scrape some of the blood, which had been oozing from his wound, off his face. Grabbing a handful of rocks and clay, Adrian staggers up to Corey and Devard.
Lex Robinson: Adrian's got something in his hands...
He flings the rocks and clay into Corey Ashton's eyes/face.
Steve Hebert: Whoosh!
Lex Robinson: I think he may have temporarily blinded Corey Ashton!
Steve Hebert: That dirty Mexican! What's next? Is he going to mow over him?!
Lex Robinson: Next, Merlo turns his attention on Dr. Devard Orange, hoping to gain an ounce of revenge on him.
Steve Hebert: Merlo endlessly kicks at Dr. Orange, all while Corey Ashton blindly stumbles around. Lifting Orange up to his feet, that dirty, filthy, smelly Mexican, Adrian Merlo, whips Devard into another car, sending him flying up onto the bonnet. Adrian quickly hurdles in, jumping onto Devard, striking him with a flurry of fists.
Lex Robinson: In the meantime, as Corey Ashton staggers around, he accidentally bumps into Matthew Moore, who is just now rising to his feet. Clenching his fist, Corey Ashton clocks Matthew Moore, thinking it was Adrian Merlo.
Steve Hebert: Hah! He just dropped the greasy douchebag like a sack of bricks. The greasebag that is Matthew Moore; not the greasebag known as Adrian Merlo.
Lex Robinson: I'm glad you sorted that out.
Continuing their struggle, Devard and Merlo battle on the bonnet of the car, with both men rising to their feet. Adrian is the first up, as he bionic-elbows Devard in the back of his neck, hoping to keep him cripples. Alas, it isn't so; as Devard fights back, striking Merlo with some punches to the gut.
Steve Hebert: Adrian Merlo's filthy, scraggly hair can't help him, now. Despite the Mexican hanging onto him, Devard is able to fight back, striking Merlo with a headbutt. They remain on the bonnet, with the good ol' doctor placing the Mexican's head in between his legs -- but not in a homo-way, either.
Lex Robinson: Dr. Devard Orange has Adrian Merlo positioned in a standing headscissors position. He hoists Adrian up... piledriver by Dr. Devard Orange onto Adrian Merlo, who has his bloody head driven into the white car bonnet!
Steve Hebert: I believe he's now 2 inches shorter than what he started off as.
Lex Robinson: Probably.
Adrian Merlo now hangs over the edge of the car bonnet, while Devard slides off to the side and picks up the pylon.
Steve Hebert: Adrian Merlo's AIDS-infested Mexican blood is pouring all over that white bonnet.
Lex Robinson: I'm more concerned with what Devard Orange is up to.
Steve Hebert: Err... it appears he is sticking the top of that pylon down Adrian Merlo's tights... and... uh... yup.
Lex Robinson: Good lord, he's placing it between the cheeks of his arse.
Steve Hebert: That's what I was going to say.
Proceeding to place the pylon sticking out of Merlo's rear-end, Devard steps back, literally revving himself up. He charges forward, landing an extremely stiff running-kick to the pylon, driving it directly up Adrian Merlo's reptum, rightfully shocking him.
Steve Hebert: Jesus Christ, my colon is hurting just from watching that.
Lex Robinson: Devard Orange just kicked a field-goal. Unfortunately, the field goal was kicked directly up Adrian Merlo's behind.
Steve Hebert: Typical Mexican.
Lex Robinson: You know, I think Zimdela is pleased with the effort.
Steve Hebert: Obviously.
Zimdela Brudon: Yeah! That's what I like, you faggots. Keep it up.
Finally getting the rocks and clay out of his eyes, Corey Ashton notices Devard Orange walking victoriously around. Not liking this arrogance, Corey Ashton speeds forward, aiming directly for Dr. Orange. Seeing the Ashton family member torpedo towards him, trying to submarine him, Devard Orange ducks down, hoping to avoid the possibility of danger.
Steve Hebert: Corey Ashton is running straight for Dr. Orange, hoping to take him down.
Lex Robinson: As you say that, though, Dr. Orange ducks down, thus backdropping Corey Ashton through the air!
Steve Hebert: Haha, Corey Ashton just got vaulted through the air, landing on the car of some poor schmuck! Haha, even worse, he smashed through the front windshield of that nice car.
Lex Robison: Uh, Steve...
Steve Hebert: What?
Lex Robinson: That's your car.
Steve Hebert: Wait, what... WHAT THE FUCK?!
Lex Robinson: Yep.
Crumpled in the front windshield of Steve Hebert's car, Corey Ashton is covered in glass and other broken fragments.
Lex Robinson: Now you know how it feels.
Before Lex can speak, Matthew Moore charges up to Devard Orange and hops onto his back, wrapping his arms around Devard's head. In a daze, Devard stumbles around, not knowing his location. Stomping back, he smashes Matthew Moore against the side of another car.
Lex Robinson: Wait... that's my new car.
Steve Hebert: Ahahaha... thank god.
Lex Robinson: What the shit? Stay away from that car!
Steve Hebert: Devard Orange grabs Matthew Moore's greasy hair and then smashes his face off the car trunk! Look at that lovely dent!
Lex Robinson: No! This is horrible!
Steve Hebert: This is your second car to be smashed during an SW event. What is your opinion of that?
Lex Robinson: Oh Christ; shut up.
Steve Hebert: Next, Devard Orange blasts Matthew Moore's face off the bonnet of your car. Oh man, this is awesome.
Lex Robinson: Zimdela doesn't look impressed, though. Hopefully he doesn't like what they're doing to my car.
Moving in, Zimdela pushes Devard Orange away, showing his displeasure with what's going on. Zimdela focuses his attention on Dr. Orange, who steps back, letting Zimdela do his thing. Holding Matthew Moore up by the head of his hair, Zimdela points Moore's head towards the front window.
Zimdela Brudon: This is how you do it!
In seconds, Zimdela propels Matthew Moore forward, smashing his head through the driver's side door window!
Lex Robinson: Oh God...
He plucks Matthew Moore out and then sends his head through the backseat window, which is on the driver's side.
Lex Robinson: Oh God why. This is awful.
Steve Hebert: Zimdela's taking him to the other side of the car, too!
Lex Robinson: Don't say such awful things.
Steve Hebert: I'm sorry, but it's true!
Lex Robinson: Ugh... why?
Smash!
Zimdela Brudon heaves Matthew Moore's head through the backseat window, on the passenger's side.
Steve Hebert: There's another window gone, Lex.
Again, Zimdela pulls a bloody Matthew Moore out; and then throws him head-first through the last unbroken window. His head smashes through the passenger's side front-window, sending shards of glass everywhere. In the end, a very bloody Matthew Moore remains hanging halfway out of the war, laying in a mix of his own blood and glass.
Lex Robinson: This is bloody awful.
Steve Hebert: For you, perhaps. You've got the blood of a dirtbag all over your car. I just have an Ashton family member embedded in my windshield. On the ratings and money scale, I'm doing much better.
Lex Robinson: Look... ugh... just... you know...
Steve Hebert: Spit it out, Lex!
Lex Robinson: Shut up, please.
Looking at Dr. Orange, Zimdela yells out.
Zimdela Brudon: Now THAT'S how you do it.
Nodding his head, Dr. Orange grabs Matthew Moore, yanks him out of the car, punches him in the head and then slices him open even further, using the glass shards that had been sliced into his skull.
Lex Robinson: Blood squirts from Matthew Moore's forehead, landing on Zimdela Brudon, who licks the blood off his arm...
Steve Hebert: All of this violence is turning Zimdela on.
Lex Robinson: Maintaining his grip on Matthew Moore's hair, Dr. Orange traverses towards the outer portion of the parking, bashing Moore's face off a steel divide, which seperates the parking lot from the highway. There's a trail of blood all the way from my car to the highway. God, this is disgusting.
Steve Hebert: It's like that one really bad time that your wife had her period. Boy, do I remember that time.
Lex Robinson: I have no clue what you're talking about.
Steve Hebert: Yeah, me neither... wink.
Lex Robinson: Ugh.
Devard Orange continues to bash Matthew Moore's skull off the divide, eventually grabbing onto his arm and head, only to deliver a ferocious headbutt to Matthew Moore's wound, opening it even further.
Steve Hebert: Dr. Orange continues to batter the poor, hapless victim, Matthew Moore. That's right, he's a victim. A victim to this match; and a victim of having Zimdela Brudon referee this match. He signed up for this match, he should have been more prepared. I mean, it was an invitational, after all.
Lex Robinson: Indeed... even though my car got destroy, in the process... yet again. Not only that, but-- wait... what's that sound?
Steve Hebert: Sounds like an incoming truck to me.
Lex Robinson: Hmm... I think you're right...
Lights reflect off the pavement near the steel divider, giving Dr. Orange a great idea. After swinging a splitting knife-edge chop into Matthew Moore's blistered chest, Dr. Orange flings him over the railing, sending him sprawling onto the road, forcing him to hit the pavement with a sickening thud.
Lex Robinson: He better...
Steve Hebert: Uh ohs.
The sound of an incoming-truck becomes much louder. From the far-end of the parking lot, the camera focuses in on Zimdela, who is watching with delight, rubbing his hands together, as if waiting for a delicious turkey.
BLAM!
Lex Robinson: Oh Jesus!
Steve Hebert: Dr. Orange heaves Matthew Moore in front of a truck!
Lex Robinson: Matthew Moore must have been flung... I don't know how many feet! Goddamn!
Steve Hebert: That's nothing a few dozen broken-ribs, cuts and brain damage can't fix.
Monitoring the previous happenings with glee, Dr. Orange does not realize Corey Ashton has snuck up on him, wielding a load of glass in his right hand. Corey readies himself, about to take down Dr. Orange, hoping to blind him.
Steve Hebert: Uh oh. Dr. Orange needs to turn around.
Lex Robinson: You think?
Before Devard can turn around, though, Adrian Merlo stumbles into the scene, having blood pouring down his face, as if it were a pool of blood. He goes to grab onto Corey Ashton's arms, most noteably his left arm, which is gushing blood, thanks to being thrown through the windshield. However, Corey can feel Adrian sneaking up behind him, prompting him to whip around and throw the shards of glass into Merlo's face/eyes.
Lex Robinson: Whoa! What a reversal of fortune! Remember, it was Merlo who temporarily blinded Corey Ashton.
Steve Hebert: Yup, and now it's the Mexican's turn to stumble around aimlessly.
Lex Robinson: This allows for Dr. Orange to turn around and savagely latch onto Corey Ashton, though. After a forearm to the back of Corey's neck, Dr. Orange begins to push Corey towards our cars, again!
Steve Hebert: Smash him into Lex's car, again, please. C'mon...
Unfortunately for Steve, Dr. Orange throws Corey Ashton onto the bonnet of Steve Hebert's car.
Steve Hebert: Son of a bitch. I'm not made out of money, you know!
Climbing onto Steve Hebert's car, standing above Corey Ashton, Devard lifts Corey up and tries to hoist him up for a brainbuster. Unfortunately for Dr. Orange, Corey is able to block it; and then suplex Dr. Orange onto the top of the car!
Lex Robinson: Steve's car is getting trounced... almost as bad as mine!
Steve Hebert: Corey Page better pay for this, or I'll... I'll...
Lex Robinson: You'll what?
Steve Hebert: I'll do nothing but sulk and complain about it.
Lex Robinson: Sounds about right.
Both men kneel on the hood, decking each other with rights and lefts. They appear dazed, trying their hardest to stay afloat, not realizing that Adrian Merlo is stumbling back into the scene, fresh off wiping his eyes clean. He attempts to climb up onto Steve Hebert's car, but stumbles.
Steve Hebert: Hah! Serves him right.
Lex Robinson: Before long, though, Zimdela aides Adrian in getting onto your car. And by aides, I mean he literally presses him into the air and throws him towards Corey Ashton and Dr. Orange.
Steve Hebert: Oh, for fuck's sake.
Landing on the trunk of the car, Adrian Merlo slowly rises, while Corey and Orange continue to throw punches back-and-forth at each other.
Lex Robinson: Seeing that their attention is diverted, Merlo grabs onto Dr. Orange's leg, trying to trip him up. Suffice to say, it does not work.
Steve Hebert: That is until Corey Ashton sees the leg hooked. With Orange unable to stand, this allows for Corey Ashton, the retarded Ashton brother, to rise to his feet and kick Dr Orange, even lifting him up and throwing him off the car, tossing him onto the pavement, where he cracks his skull off the cement!
Lex Robinson: Holy Jesus.
Steve Hebert: Jesus isn't loving this, that hippy.
Lex Robinson: Knowing that Dr. Orange is down-and-out, Adrian Merlo tries to capitalize on this and looks to latch onto Corey Ashton. Corey, with differing thoughts, thinks otherwise. With a knee to Merlo's open wound, Corey releases himself from his opponent's grasps and then pulls him atop Steve's car. Up here, they walk back and forth, threatening to throw the other off, hoping that the other will smack into the ground with as much velocity as Dr Orange.
Steve Hebert: Nothing can hit with as much velocity as the truck that hit Matthew Moore.
Lex Robinson: I think it'd be best if could all forget that.
On top of the car, Adrian Merlo tries to fight back, but it's futile. With each attempt, Corey Ashton manages to fire back with chops, punches and knees of his own, until he is found in a familiar position.
Lex Robinson: Merlo is place in another standing headscissors attempt. If this is anything like the last time this happen, then we're in for some dire consequences for Merlo.
Steve Hebert: Well, the blood on his face shows how bad that was. And now it's dripping on my car. Just great.
Lex Robinson: It won't be for much longer, Steve. Corey Ashton hoists Merlo into the air, putting him on his shoulders. He leaps forward and sit-down powerbombs him onto the hood of your car!
Steve Hebert: I think he just broke the engine. This goes from bad-to-worse.
Lex Robinson: And you laughed at my expense.
Steve Hebert: Pffft.
Lex Robinson: The cover is made... Zimdela, amidst the broken glass, blood and chaos, begins to slap the hood of the bonnet...
Steve Hebert: Get this shit over with.
As it's been said, Zimdela makes the count...
...1...2...3!
Lex Robinson: Corey Ashton has done it! He has become the new Lust Champion!
Steve Hebert: But will that fix my car? No!
Lex Robinson: It won't fix mine, either.
A crew member hands the Lust Title to Zimdela Brudon, who then hands it off to the new champ, Corey Ashton. Looking into the camera that had been filming him, Corey Ashton begins to speak.
Corey Ashton: Adora, this was for you, baby!
He blows a kiss into the camera and then walks away, showing the long cut in his arm, which will probably need to be stitched up.
Steve Hebert: And there goes a man with love in his heart.
Lex Robinson: He's a goddamn sicko.
Steve Hebert: As long as he pays me back for the damage done to me car, I'm happy.
The image fades out, showing Corey Ashton stepping back into the arena, bloody clothes and all.
Winner: Corey Ashton
Corey Page is seen pacing drunkenly around his office, talking on his cell phone... unfortunately, there is no one on the other line.
Corey Page: It's just a head gush! She can still fight her match tonight. She's been hit harder than that! Just get her ready.
He sighs and hands up the phone.
Corey Page: I'm gonna kill the guy who's messing with my TV title match... once I find out who he is.
A knock comes on the door.
Corey Page: And who the fuck is that?
He treads towards the door, opens it and sees a crew member standing at the door.
Crew Member: We have a problem.
Corey Page: What now?
Crew Member: Okay... don't overreact... but... it seems like somebody stole the weapons for the "Fans Bring the Weapons" match.
Corey Page: Somebody did what?! How could somebody steal the weapons for the match that is up next?!
Crew Member: We left the weapons in the boiler room, wishing to take them down to the ring before the match, but most of the weapons are now gone. There are only 5 weapons left!
Corey Page: Sweet Jesus, this is unbeliveable. This is awful. This is fucking horrible. We promised our fans we would use their weapons and now you're telling me we have none?!
Crew Member: We could tell them the weapons weren't suitable and we selected only the five weapons we have left!
Corey Page: No shit, that's the only option. You guys are really incompetent.
The scene fades as the crew member bows his head and walks into the long hallway, toward the boiler room.
Lex Robinson: She looks hot and has been on a hot streak. Miss Petrelli is very focused. Luciano may have his hands full. I like her chances…
Steve Hebert: No question. But the edge Luciano has over Petrelli is he is more experienced, and has been in several of these match ups in the span of his career. Petrelli is new to this scene.
Lex Robinson: It’s a toss up. Weapons are the x-factor. And we can see some of the fans holding up the weapons. I see all kinds of weird and absurd objects. Some fan is holding his own prosthetic leg. Strange…
All of a sudden, the following flashes on the screen...
IMMORTAL LEGEND STATUS
THE PAST.
THE PRESENT.
THE FUTURE.
"Lucifer" by Jay-Z hits over the P.A. as the lights start to flicker until it becomes pitch black for a brief moment. Then a string of white, red, and green pyros explode as the lights slowly turn back on. The smoke clears, and Jimmy Luciano is standing at the top of the entrance ramp with his hands raised up. Luciano is wearing the usual black ring attire. He walks down slowly pacing himself. He then walks up the stairs, turns for a brief second and finally enters the ring… The crowd erupts. A “Luci” chant breaks out.
Steve Hebert: Our next match is going to be a fun one to call. This is the type of match that makes Sin Wrestling simply, Sin Wrestling.
Lex Robinson: What a pay per view event thus far… our next match is “Fans Bring The Weapons Match.” Originally this match was scheduled to be between JNX and Leah Petrelli. But JNX was scratched from the card at the after the last Eternity and Jimmy Luciano was chosen as the replacement.
Steve Hebert: That’s right. Luciano is returning for the first time in almost six or seven months. Luciano had some success and was on the right track. But then, it seemed as if he lost interest. The Italian Stallion seems to have his heart back into this industry now.
Lex Robinson: This match is also looking up to be a brutal dedication to the fans. Who knows what weapons they brought in and what weapons were screened by security… There is also a possibility that weapons were snuck in.
Steve Hebert: Looks like we’ll have some sort of arms race… hopefully, no one is trying to bomb the ring.
Lex Robinson: Indeed, and I think this is a huge test for both competitors. Petrelli has a chance to further prove she is a major player in Sin Wrestling with a win over Luciano. Luci has a chance to prove he means business…
Steve Hebert: It’s going to be a tough match either way. Word out of Luciano’s camp is he has been training hard. But how do you train for a weapons match? Anything can happen. There are no rules…
Lex Robinson: Expect this match to get out of hand, and I expect a lot of blood to be drawn. I can’t wait…
Both competitors are in the middle of the ring as the referee doesn't even bother checking for illegal weapons. The crowd is in anticipation, as several fans begin to throw several foreign objects in the ring prior to the bell ringing. And now it's official.
Lex Robinson: Here we go!
The bell rings... Jimmy Luciano and Leah Petrelli square off in the middle of the ring circling each other. Luciano taunts the Petrelli, and they finally lock up with Luciano overpowering her. She is backed into the middle of the ring, where she slips out using her quickness as an advantage. She rolls and grabs the first object she can get a hold of...
Lex Robinson: Petrelli picks up a toaster and quickly looks at Luciano, and just launches it at his face. He blocks, she grabs a Frisbee of all things and slings it at him.
Steve Hebert: A damn Frisbee? What the hell was she thinking? Luciano grabs her by the hair, and cocks back. NO! Petrelli kicks him in the groin, and she follows up with a DDT. At 110, she better take full advantage now… Luciano is somewhat stunned.
Lex Robinson: Leah grabs a golf club and begins to nail Luciano repeatedly… She then wraps it around his neck attempting to choke him out. Luciano could tap out and the match could be over.
Steve Hebert: Some of the fans are getting behind Luciano. Luciano makes it up to his feet and Petrelli looks to add more pressure. But Luciano is fighting back, and he manages to flip her over. She catches him with a scissors kick to the face… And she rolls to the outside.
Out here, various fans offer weapons to Leah, one even giving her a chainsaw, of all things!
Lex Robinson: The fans on the outside are offering weapons… Petrelli grabs a chainsaw. And she manages to get the gas powered chainsaw started...
Steve Hebert: A motherfucking chainsaw!
Lex Robinson: She looks over at Luciano who is just speechless. Leah cuts the ring ropes with the chainsaw. I’ve never seen that before!
Steve Hebert: And now she is chasing after Luciano. Luciano is running around the ring, looking for a weapon. Runny, Jimmy, run! Hell, He grabs a damn wooden baseball bat... And she just destroys the bat as he swings in mid-air. Swing, batter, batter, swing!
Lex Robinson: Luciano makes one mistake and he could fall victim to the chainsaw massacre.
Some fan from ten rows up just threw Luciano some pepper spray, and Luciano just sprayed it at Petrelli, forcing her to drop the chainsaw, which sputters in the ring.
Lex Robinson: Luciano grabs Petrelli and just nails her with a head butt. He grabs the chainsaw… And the damn thing runs out of gas!
Steve Hebert: Go figure.
Lex Robinson: Luciano just nails her with the chainsaw, anyway. And now he throws her to the ring.
Steve Hebert: He wants to end this thing, now. He picks her up, has her up in the crucifix power bomb, but Petrelli has some type of foreign object that she has received from the fans. Before Luciano can get her up in the air, Petrelli stabs him with a pair of scissors in the back. This is something out of a friggin' horror movie!
Lex Robinson: And we have our first blood drawn of the evening!
Petrelli grabs a broomstick and breaks it over Luciano's head, sending him into a daze. Doing some damage, Petrelli pulls the scissors out and looks at the bloodstains on them, watching as Luciano hollers out in pain.
Steve Hebert: That bitch is nuts. I'm freakin' serious.
Lex Robinson: Jimmy Luciano is in some excruciating pain. Without a care, Petrelli reaches into her tights and pulls out brass knuckles… And she nails Luciano in the head with the knucks.
Steve Hebert: Jesus Christ, Luci is busted open in the head.
She goes for the pin...
Lex Robinson: Here we go, Leah makes the cover...
...1...2...!
Lex Robinson: No! At the count of two, Luciano kicks out. As a result, an annoyed Petrelli throws him out of the ring, where she grabs a steel chair from a fan... but the fan doesn’t want her to take his chair!
Steve Hebert: I don't blame him. Where else is he going to sit?!
Lex Robinson: He has other worries, now...
Steve Hebert: What the hell? Petrelli just nailed a fan with his own seat! And then she proceeds to nail Luciano with the chair, repeatedly. Petrelli, looks into the crowd and sees the fan holding up the prosthetic limb. Jesus, this is too much.
Lex Robinson: She hesitates, but initially gives into the fan's demands… She grabs the prosthetic limb and almost decapitates Luciano! She drags Luciano towards the stairs… She sets the chair up, his body is against the steel steps. Next, she grabs a fire extinguisher and sprays him with it.
Steve Hebert: That may have poisoned him! That's awful! This is nuts!
LeX Robinson: And then, using the chair as leverage, jumps off, doing a somersault in mid-air, nailing Luciano with the fire extinguisher! What a move! Leah is making a cover on the floor...
The referee counts...
...1...2...
Lex Robinson: One... two... two and a half! Luciano gets an arm up.
Steve Hebert: She’s in disbelief. Luciano is enduring everything she has thrown at him, thus far. Petrelli, rolls Luciano into the ring and begins to stomp Luciano while he’s down. She drags him towards the middle of the ring, leaving a trail of blood on the canvas.
Lex Robinson: Luciano has a stab wound. He’s incoherent and Leah is really throwing her best shots in.
Steve Hebert: It's because she's fucking nuts!
Lex Robinson: Leah looks like she is going for the kill. She climb’s the turnbuckle... 450 degree splash! She makes another cover!
...1...2...
Luciano barely escapes, surprising his opponent, who is the aggressor. Luci is crawling towards the part of the ropes that weren’t cut down by the chain saw. He’s pulling himself up, with Leah getting to her feet, as well. Leah charges, chops Luciano's chest, only to have Luciano fire back with a left-hook... and another... and another.
Lex Robinson: Leah Patrelli cannot match Jimmy Luciano punch-for-punch! Luciano with a reverse Russian-legsweep! He calls that move The Relapse!
Steve Hebert: He has Leah Petrelli in the air! Crucifix Powerbomb! NO! Leah slips out and attempts a schoolboy-rollup!
Again, the referee counts...
...1...2...
Steve Hebert: No! Luciano kicks out. If Luciano hit that Sudden Immortality, it would have been over!
Lex Robinson: Up to her feet, trying to regain her strength, Leah bounces off one side of the ropes and attempts a crossbody-block! However, Jimmy Luciano catches her in mid-air! He swings her around, applies a different form of a waistlock and then nails a gutwrench power bomb!
Steve Hebert: But he isn't going for a pin! Instead, Luciano goes to the outside, hopping the rail. He grabs a replica Sin Wrestling World Championship from a fan! Puts it around his waist… now, he’s just looking for a weapon. He finds a nail gun! A fan brought a god damn nail gun! Luciano hops over the railing and re-enters the ring! He waits for Leah to stand up, measuring her up! Luciano attempts to hit her with the nail gun! Good Christ!
Lex Robinson: Wait, she ducks, turns around and then kicks him in the mid-section! Swinging neck breaker... no! Luciano reverses! He kicks her in the stomach and then hoists her up into the air, in a crucifix-powerbomb position...
Steve Hebert: More like a Lucifix.
Lex Robinson: He hits the Sudden Immortality! Not only that, but he stands to his feet, grabs the nail gun and then nails one of her hands into the ring canvas! Ouch!
Steve Hebert: Jesus Christ. No, really, this is like Jesus Christ. Leah Petrelli is no Jesus, what am I saying? She's a Mary Magdalene!
Lex Robinson: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit, did that just happen?! Luciano for the cover!
Stunned, the referee drops down and makes the cover...
...1...2...3!
Lex Robinson: I can’t believe it. Luciano picks up the victory, and gave Leah Petrelli, after getting his ass handed to him, a nail in her palm. And he was able to pin her to the mat as a result!
Steve Hebert: Blood is gushing from her hand, too! Is that not disgusting or what?
Lex Robinson: It is. It really is.
As Jimmy Luciano celebrates his victory, the referee hovers over Leah Petrelli, checking in on her and removing the nail from her palm. Right away, he wraps a clothe around her wound, trying to manually clot the bloodflow.
Lex Robinson: My God, this is awful.
Steve Hebert: Uhm... wait... at ringside... who is that? Some unidentified individual just jumped in the ring and took a couple shots at Leah Petrelli while she was down. I can’t believe my eyes… First that, and now this?
Lex Robinson: What the-...? What the hell is going on?!
The guy who stomps on Petrelli now takes off his baseball-hat and sun glasses, unveiling himself as a returning Shawn Samson!
Lex Robinson: What the shit?!
Steve Hebert: That's Shawn Samson! Remember him?!
Lex Robinson: The last we seen of him, he was hating women and getting beaten by Adora... come to think of it, Adora was attacked earlier... you don't think...
Shanw Samson goes down to his hands and knees, getting into Petrelli's face, but we cannot hear what he's saying.
Steve Hebert: Shawn Samson had a brief stint in Sin Wrestling before, but left after The Next Wave.
Lex Robinson: 'Cause he couldn't take the fact that he lost to Adora, which is what I already said!
Samson gets up and goes to hug Luciano.
Steve Hebert: Aww... what a touching site. The friends are reunited in the Sin Wrestling ring.
However, as Luciano turns to continue with his post-match celebration, Samson, out of nowhere, grabs Luciano from behind and plants him to the mat with the Bitter-sweet Sensation.
Steve Hebert: Oh my god! Shawn Samson just turned on his long-time friend, Jimmy Luciano.
Lex Robinson: And he did it in style. Via BSS.
Samson gets the mic and goes to taunt Luciano, who is knocked out on the mat.
Shawn Samson: Hey, Jimmy... welcome back and thanks for the phonecall, cunt. See... I remember the last time we were here, we were... what? A team or something similar, right? But you fucked things up and left on some path of spiritual cleansing, or whatever. It's like I don't know you anymore. And you know me: If you're not my friend, if you hang me out to dry, Jimmy... then you can only be my enemy.
Samson drops the mic on top of Jimmy Luciano and leaves the ring to a chours of boos.
Lex Robinson: Get that goddamn idiot out of the ring.
Steve Hebert: He's gone. That leaves both Luciano and Leah Petrelli down-and-out in the ring. This is great. That's what Leah Petrelli gets for being a nutcase; and that's what Jimmy Luciano gets for being a douchebag-slash-bad friend.
Lex Robinson: You really are something, Steve.
The cameras last show Leah Petrelli, bludgeoned hand and all, and Jimmy Luciano, laid out on the mat.
Winner: Jimmy Luciano
The scene opens up backstage, where an irate looking Morgana prowls the hallways, obviously looking for Adora's assailant. She passes by Paradox, Pete Ebdon, and a cracked out looking Roxy Erikson -- all annoying, but none of them worthy of her time -- in her search. Reaching the end of the hallway, she spies Shawn Samson stuffing his face in front of a table spread with platters of donuts, talking loudly about what he just accomplished to a scared, uninterested looking janitor between bites.
Shawn Samson: ...and then I implied that Nikita was on steroids! Haha, get it? It's because she's a girl, and girls couldn't possibly wrestle men without them! Man, my cock is huge.
Storming up to Shawn Samson, Morgy shoves the janitor aside and yanks the donut from his mouth in mid-bite.
Morgana: What up, ass fag.
Shawn Samson: What the fuck?
Morgana: You heard me. What you did to Adora? Not fucking cool. I'll bet you felt like a big fucking man while hitting her in the face with a 50 pound weight. You know what would make me feel like a big fucking man?
Shawn Samson: Taking your steroids? Haha, owned.
Morgana: Wow; you are the epitome of intelligence and wit. Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of taking away your reproductive capabilities, you misogynistic fag of a douchebag.
Before Samson can respond, Morgy winds her foot back -- and proceeds to kick Samson squarely in the crotch as hard as she can. Samson immediately crumples to the floor, holding what remains of his balls, and Morgy skips away nonchalantly, cackling to herself.
Lex Robinson: Here we go, it's Television Title time. It was at the last pay per view that we saw Adora suffer defeat at the hands of Casanova, who won the Television Title from her. Will the same thing happen tonight?
Steve Hebert: I'm thinking "Yes".
Lex Robinson: We'll have to see about that.
The repeating guitar intro for Disturbed’s “Pain Redefined” hits the sound system as the lights drop down low. Camera flashes light up the audience like strobe lights, as the main guitar line crashes onto the system, leading the lights to slowly rise to a half-bright point, all shimmering crimson. Casanova steps out from the entrance, and balefully stares over the audience for a moment, before making his way to ringside, largely emotionless, or perhaps even confused.
Steve Hebert: Here comes Casanova, a guy I have had a love-hate relationship here within Sin Wrestling. Sometimes I gotta love the guy; other times, I hate the bastard. Right now, I love him because not only is he going to retain his Television Title, but he will also rearrange Wifedora's face.
Lex Robinson: Wifedora?
Steve Hebert: Yeah, she's one half of Team Wifey.
Lex Robinson: Well, yes... anyhow, I'm sure Corey Ashton will be watching this match closely.
Steve Hebert: Probably with his penis in hand, too.
Lex Robinson: Do you think Shawn Samson will be watching, too?
Steve Hebert: If he was the person who attacked Adora, then yes. But then again, he just had his testicles kicked into his throat... so, probably not. Who knows!
Lex Robinson: Good point.
"Plastic" by Basia Lyjak hits and Adora promptly emerges from backstage. Stuff and shit happens, and poop flies. The end.
Lex Robinson: Herrrre's Adora!
Steve Hebert: Complete with a patch over her face, thanks to what happened earlier.
Lex Robinson: Don't remind me, that was absolutely ridiculous.
Steve Hebert: Pffft.
The bell rings and the matches commences, with Adora and Casanova circling around the ladder. Seeing an opening, Casanova hurriedly tries to rush up the side of the ladder, but Adora obviously has other plans.
Steve Hebert: A smart move by Casanova, who tries to rapidly climb the ladder.
Lex Robinson: Unfortunately for him, it fails, as Adora races around to his side, grabs onto his tights and goes to pull him down. He doesn't come down without a struggle, though, thus forcing Adora to leap into the air and connect with a spin-kick to Casanova, knocking him back down onto his feet.
Steve Hebert: It was a good try.
Lex Robinson: But yet, very unsuccesful.
Steve Hebert: Don't rub it in.
Lex Robinson: Casanova and Adora exchange some blows with each other, with Adora striking him with a chop, and Casanova following that up with a forearm and punch. Striking Casanova back, hitting him with a swinging kick to the gut, Adora bounces off the ropes and leaps onto Casanova's shoulders, trying to huracanrana him down...
Steve Hebert: Ack... and she does it, too. But don't fair, people, Casanova quickly springs back up! He even charges right back at Adora, extending his arm, and then clotheslining her, twisting her over in the air.
Lex Robinson: What a shot. He then lifts her up, pulls her up into a vertical suplex position and then slings her forward, dropping her stomach-first across the top rope.
Steve Hebert: But now, he's bringing the ladder into play. Things are going to get a little more interesting.
Laying the ladder across Adora's back, while she is hung up on the top rope, Casanova steps back, bounces off the ropes and steamrolls forward.
Lex Robinson: As Casanova reaches Adora, who is still hanging upside-down on the ropes, he somersaults through the air and lands with a somersault senton onto the ladder, squashing Adora beneath the steel ladder!
Steve Hebert: I told you things were about to pick up, Lex.
Lex Robinson: I see. Casanova now yanks Adora up to her feet and then proceeds to headbutt her, dropping her back against the ropes, where he then begins striking her with a flurry of kneelifts. Stepping away, he walks to the ladder, places it around his head and then runs at Adora, hoping to club her with it...
Steve Hebert: Methinks she's going to be knocked out.
Adora steps to the side, enabling her to drop-toe-hold Casanova, dropping him face-first onto the ladder, which remains around his head/neck.
Lex Robinson: I think otherwise. Up to her feet, Adora begins to stomp and kick Casanova, even removing the ladder away from his head. Picking it up, she suddenly drops it down across Casanova's chest and charges towards the ropes. She goes for a springboard-moonsault, but Casanova, along with the ladder, roll out of the way!
Steve Hebert: Damn right she missed!
Lex Robinson: After rolling to the side, Casanova, who still has the ladder in his grasps, pushes the edge of it into Adora's stomach, disallowing her to follow-up on her mistake. Dropping the ladder, Casanova turns Adora around and then waistlocks her... oh no...
Steve Hebert: Oh yes! He's going to drive her right onto that ladder...
Lex Robinson: Casanova with a German-suplex onto the steel ladder!
Steve Hebert: He rolls through with it, too.
Lex Robinson: You're right! He hits a second German-suplex onto the ladder, driving Adora's back and head into that steel structure.
Steve Hebert: He's even doing it again! Haha, excellent.
Lex Robinson: Good Christ.
Steve Hebert: For the third time in a row, Casanova heaves Adora overheard, flinging her onto the ladder with a German-suplex!
Lex Robinson: Finally letting go of Adora, Casanova plucks her back up before she can recover from the previous damage done onto her. Right away, he scoops her back up and slams her back down, dropping her on the ladder, placing her parallel to the corner. Closing in, he ascends to the top rope and motions to the crowd, who jeer back at him.
Steve Hebert: They have no right booing him like that!
Lex Robinson: either way, he flicks them off and then turns his attention back to Adora. He jumps off, hoping to hit a flying legdrop onto Adora, who is laying on the ladder... but she moves!
Steve Hebert: Oh, fuck me.
Lex Robinson: At the last possible second, Adora views Casanova hurdling through the air, quickly deciding to roll to safety!
Steve Hebert: His poor vampire asshole!
Lex Robinson: He should have hurried things up.
Steve Hebert: Feh.
Lifting the ladder off the mat, Adora holds it above a flailing Casanova, who desperately tries to get back up, only to be thwarted by Adora, who swings the ladder into his jaw, knocking him back down. Again, she hovers over him, watching as he tries to scramble up; but once more, she strikes him down, hitting him with a vicious ladder-shot to the face!
Steve Hebert: Ugh, this is awful. She just bashed poor Casanova's head in.
Lex Robinson: He's a vampire, he can take it.
Steve Hebert: Don't be silly, vampires don't exist.
Lex Robinson: Jeez, make up your mind.
Steve Hebert: Don't sass me.
Lex Robinson: In any event, Adora lays the ladder's edge against Casanova's genitals and steps back, traversing into the opposite corner. Gaining a full burst of speed, she hurries out of the corner, hitting a baseball-slide dropkick into the ladder, which then jams itself into Casanova's groin!
Steve Hebert: His poor vampire testicles! They're much more sensitive than normal human testicles, you know.
Lex Robinson: But you just said--...!
Steve Hebert: It doesn't matter what I just said. What matters is that Casanova is rolling out of the ring, holding his groin, while that bitch, Adora, grabs the ladder and sets it up underneath the Television Title that hangs from the ceiling. Who does she think she is?
Lex Robinson: She apparently thinks she has a chance to grab the title, obviously.
Steve Hebert: Ugh, how awful.
Seeing Adora slowly climb the rungs, Casanova decides to ditch holding his groin; and instead opts to grab a nearby steel chair, slide it into the ring and roll in behind it.
Lex Robinson: Oh no, here comes Casanova, chair in hand...
Steve Hebert: He'll be damned if he allows that bitch to get that title. Holding it up, he steps in and makes a swing at Adora, cracking the chair across the broad of her back! And it works with perfection, leaving her hanging halfway off the ladder. He winds up, about to strike her again...
Lex Robinson: She kicks him in the jaw, knocking him back, saving herself for the time being.
Steve Hebert: Eh, he's coming back, trying for another shot, though...
Lex Robinson: Before he can connect, Adora leaps off the halfway point of the ladder and lands on Casanova's shoulders. Twisting around, she is able to bring him down with a huracanrana, then choosing to snap right back up, hoping to fend off another attack from Casanova!
Steve Hebert: Oh God, get up and kill the bitch, Cas.
Lex Robinson: With the chair dropped, Casanova rises and hopes to take out Adora, but once again, she ducks to safety.
Steve Hebert: The bitch is like a goddamn fish -- you just can't grab her!
Lex Robinson: With his back turned, Casanova is unable to defend himself against a dropkick from Adora, which springs him directly into the ladder, forcing him to crumple against it in the corner. Turning around, he meets nothing but a high-rise martial-arts kick from Adora, which stumbles him backward. She goes to the opposite corner and measures the current TV champ up...
Steve Hebert: Ugh, now what?
Running across the ring, Adora goes a cartwheel, followed by a backflip, and then tries to hit a springboard back-elbow to Casanova, who remains in the corner, caught up in the ladder. However, he sees her coming and wisely steps out of the way, resulting in her launching herself into the steel ladder.
Lex Robinson: Ouch! Bad timing there by Adora!
Steve Hebert: Thank God Casanova got out of the way. He is able to come around to the front of Slutdora and hook on a waistlock.
Lex Robinson: "Slutdora"? Where did you get that one?
Steve Hebert: From Destiny Daniels.
Lex Robinson: Typical.
Steve Hebert: Casaniova goes to lift her up, trying to fling her with a Northern Lights Suplex...
Lex Robinson: But she hangs on! She's going nowhere! Jolted to life, Adora strikes Casanova with a flurry of kneelifts, freeing herself from his clutches. In response, Casanova swings a punch at her head, but she ducks it. Due to some quick thinking, she jumps up and monkey-flips Casanova over...
Steve Hebert: Normally, a monkey-flip is a monkey-flip... and really doesn't do any damage. But this time, he landed on a godforsaken ladder!
Lex Robinson: We all know, Steve. Furthermore, Adora is trepaising towards the chair Casanova had brought into the ring. Picking it up, she charges in, jumps into the air and puts the chair at his feet, delivering a baseball-slide dropkick to Casanova, who is hung upside-down on the ladder, while being in the corner!
Steve Hebert: Jesus, that was a whole mouthful. This is awful.
Standing up, Adora once again wields the steel chair, placing it across Casanova's face, as he remains hung-up. Motioning to the fans, who wildly cheer back, she heads to the adjacent corner and begins to climb to the top rope, much to the joy of the fans.
Steve Hebert: What the Christ? Is she nuts? Does she really think she'll be able to make it across the ring?
Lex Robinson: She does! And I'm not going to doubt it.
Steve Hebert: With any luck, she'll fall flat on her face.
With the fans cheering her on, Adora extends herself into a standing position on the top rope... and then flies through the air!
Lex Robinson: Adora glides through the air with a flying seated-dropkick into the adjacent corner, driving the chair that had been on Casanova's face into... well... into Casanova's face!
Steve Hebert: Squishing his head like a grape between the goddamn chair and ladder, too. Oh my fuck. Casanova has been busted wide-open. He's bleeding profusely. Dear God, how horrible.
Rolling out to the floor, Casanova holds his bleeding face, trying to keep himself together. Sadly for him, he is unable to see Adora running straight for him, from inside of the ring.
Lex Robinson: Adora goes to make a suicide dive through the ropes... but Casanova blindly waves his forearm at her head, connecting with a harsh shot, right between the eyes.
Steve Hebert: Right where that patch on her face had been, too! He's probably thirsty; and looking to give some payback to Adora for busting him open.
Lex Robinson: It seems that way, as he forcefully rips the patch off Adora's face, leaving her hanging out on the middle rope. After one more forearm, he grabs a steel chair from the front row and then swings it at her skull, dizzying her, knocking her out!
Steve Hebert: Thank fucking God. Now that's what I like to see.
Now having Adora's flesh ripped open, Casanova becomes a little more offensive and angry. Continuing to have Adora laid out across the middle rope, Casanova hops up onto the apron, drops a guillotine legdrop across the former champ's neck and then watches as she snaps back, holding her head. Hopping down off the apron, he tosses another steel chair into the ring and then searches beneath the ring apron.
Lex Robinson: Casanova's hungry and looking for something.
Steve Hebert: He's found what he's looking for, all right. Pulling out two sets of tables, he slides them both into the ring and then crawls onto the apron. Stepping inside, he grabs the ladder, holds it up and then smashes it down onto Adora's face, following that up with some more stomps. I'm liking this, Lex.
Lex Robinson: Eh, it sure seems like it.
Stepping away from a bleeding Adora, an equally bloody Casanova grabs one of the tables he had slid in and sets it up. Due to the time lapse, this allows Adora the chance to slightly recover from the previous shots she had taken, giving her the ability to slowly kneel to her feet. Towering above her, Casanova now has his attention turned back on her and goes to lift her up by her hair.
Steve Hebert: Come on, Casanova, kill the bitch.
Lex Robinson: He just might... wait... Adora fires back with an elbow to Casanova's gut, startling him. Again, she sends another shot, allowing her to break free from Casanova's clutches. Finding liberty, she bounces off the ropes and returns, hoping to take down Casanova. However, the current Television Champ sees her coming and flings her into the air! Luckily for her, she lands on the table that had been ressurected; enabling her to catch her balance and dive back with a moonsault, taking Casanova down!
Steve Hebert: Well Jesus, so much for that.
Hovering over Casanova, Adora begins to unmercilessly hammer away on Casanova with her own two fists, trying to rip his wound open even further, which she successfully does. Grabbing the ladder, she seems to do some sort of suplex with it, sending it smashing down onto Casanova's skull, slicing him open even further. Seconds later, Adora has the ladder set back up, placing it underneath the title swinging in the wind.
Lex Robinson: Adora's going for it. She has Casanova laid out.
Steve Hebert: Oh Christ; get up, Casanova, for crying out loud. You can't let Adora win! You can't let her one-up you!
Lex Robinson: Face it, it's about to occur!
At approximately 3/4 of the way up the ramp, Casanova rises, a little more slowly than usual. He mashes the blood around on his face, winces and sees that Adora has begun her ascent.
Steve Hebert: He's up! Now stop her from climbing!
Lex Robinson: True to Steve's words, Casanova clings onto a steel chair and then heaves it up at Adora, striking her in the noggin', almost wrapping itself around her skull! Adora collapses, falling all the way off the ladder, smacking into the canvas below!
Steve Hebert: Phew. Thank fucking God for that. Way to save yourself, Casanova.
Lex Robinson: Standing over Adora, circling around her like a bird of prey, Casanova watches as she feels the blood swarm down her face. Grabbing onto her head of hair, Casanova delivers a series of kicks to the face, which no doubt cuts Adora open even wider.
Steve Hebert: She hasn't bled this much since she had her last period.
Lex Robinson: Even worse, Casanova has Adora lifted back up onto her feet, where he then pulls her up into a vertical suplex position. He has held her up for 10 seconds... 20 seconds... 30 seconds... 40 seconds...
Steve Hebert: Haha, all the blood is racing to her head, too! That's going to do her in.
Lex Robinson: At the 60 second mark -- exactly one minute -- Casanova throws her forward, slamming her back down to the mat with a suplex-into-a-powerbomb!
Steve Hebert: Look at her face! There's blood all over it! Adora is a human tampon, now.
Lex Robinson: Hey, it's not like Casanova is any better. Blood is dripping down off his face, into his eyes and mouth; and down onto his chest. This is just a brutal match. To go along with that, Casanova has chosen to set the ladder back up under the Television Title and then focus on Adora.
Steve Hebert: He grabs her legs and then hoists her up into a wheel-barrow position. Furthermore, he swings Adora towards the ladder, smashing her face off the steel ladder. He does that twice... thrice... and now four times in a row!
Lex Robinson: My God, Casanova has gone nuts, literally beating Adora's head off the steel ladder. Seemingly finished with giving Adora some brain damage, Casanova release-wheel barrow suplexes Adora through the air, forcing her to crumple up in the corner!
As the blood continues to seep from his wound, Casanova grows weaker and weaker, finding it much harder to rise to his feet after expending energy. During this moment, he happens to pick up the second table he slid into the ring and stands it up parallel to the first table.
Lex Robinson: Things are getting groggy for Casanova, who now takes the ladder and sets it up beneath the title. With the blood pouring into his eyes, Casanova slowly begins to rise, climbing each rung ever-so-slowly.
Steve Hebert: You can do it, Casanova! Sweet Jesus, come on.
Lex Robinson: The more blood he loses, the weaker he's getting. If he wants to get to the top, he's going to get to pull all of the energy out of himself, somehow.
Steve Hebert: Quiet, just let him rise. Hell, he can float, if it's possible.
Lex Robinson: He's gonna have to hustle, because Adora is slowly beginning to stir... she's up to her feet, wiping the blood out of her own eyes. Having her sight cleared, she realizes Casanova's position on the ladder... she's going to do something about it. Somehow finding the strength within herself, Adora stampedes up the ladder, leaps up onto Casanova's shoulders and reverse-huracanranas him from the top of the ladder, all the way to the canvas!
Steve Hebert: Oh my Jesus.
Lex Robinson: Holy Jesus!
Steve Hebert: Casanova was just dropped on his head. This is the second time tonight we've seen someone probably lose 2-3 inches in height. Oh god, why?
A pool of blood remains on the canvas, thanks to the bloodflow from both competitors. After some downtime, with both of them attempting to rise, but faltering, Adora is the first person up to their feet.
Lex Robinson: Adora is up...
Steve Hebert: Oh Christ, shoot me now.
Lex Robinson: She's starting to climb up the side of the ladder...
Steve Hebert: Holy Jesus, it just gets worse.
Lex Robinson: At the halfway point of the ladder, Adora turns and sees Casanova stumbling to his feet. Hoping to topple the ladder over, Casanova goes to bounce against the ladder, but he is whipped away with some kicks from the Wifey.
Steve Hebert: Wait, on her second kick, he catches her foot and manages to come up behind her. Traveling up the side of the ladder that Adora is perched on, Casanova is able to reach up, place both hands on her ass and then shove her over the top of the ladder! He just groped her, I'm sure!
Lex Robinson: He also sends her somersaulting over the top of the ladder, sending her skyrocketing all the way to the ground!
Steve Hebert: But not before crashing through the second table that Casanova had set up!
Lex Robinson: Holy shit!
Steve Hebert: But the ladder also topples to the side, knocking Casanova into the ropes... literally guillotining him off the top rope!
Lex Robinson: Yet again, both competitors are down.
Steve Hebert: And I'm going for a sandwich break.
Lex Robinson: Trust me, Steve, they're not going to be down for long.
Just as Lex says, Adora slowly rolls from her disastrous position of being lobbed in between pieces of the table. Oddly enough, even though Adora rises, Casanova remains plastered to the canvas, barely able to move. Feeling as if the tide has swung in her favor, a bloody and bruised Adora crawls towards the ladder and uses it to help her stand.
Lex Robinson: See? I told you so, Steve!
Steve Hebert: Meh. Why isn't Casanova up?
Lex Robinson: He's still reeling from being busted open and being dropped on his head.
Steve Hebert: Ugh, he's being stood up by Adora. Of all the awful things...
Lex Robinson: She's really going in for the kill... she strikes him with varying right and left kicks, all of which back Casanova against a wall... sort of. And by that, I mean Casanova has been backed against the original set-up table. Delivering a thrust-kick to Casanova's chin, Adora knocks the vampire and current champion onto the table. Things are not looking up for Cas.
Steve Hebert: Fucking horridible.
Lex Robinson: Standing the ladder up parallel to Casanova, who is lying on the table, Adora slowly climbs to the top, having the Television Title within her reach. She's almost up there...
Steve Hebert: But she seems to ignore it! Instead, she's looking to dive onto Casanova... this could be good or bad...
Lex Robinson: Well, obviously. Adora is really looking to finish Casanova off, I guess...
Steve Hebert: Oh no, don't you count Casanova out! As Adora reaches the top rope, Casanova lazily slides off the table and begins climbing the ladder, as well. He just negated Adora's attempt at a dive through the table.
Lex Robinson: Adora realizes this and reaches out for the Television Title...
Steve Hebert: Which, of course, causes Casanova to reach out to her. With the last remaining strength in his body, he pulls down Adora, hammering her with some punches to the face, trying to stop her from grabbing that damn belt. Adora, being a bitchy twat, fires back with some shots of her own, even grabbing onto Casanova's bloody head and bashing it off the top of the ladder. Fuck you, Adora, fuck you. You'll never have that TV Title back in your grasps. Not as long as Casanova can breathe... or as long as he doesn't have a steak in his heart.
Lex Robinson: She's fighting, though...
Steve Hebert: As is Casanova, who punches Adora in the head and then attempts to superplex Adora from the top of the ladder -- straight through the table that rests below. My God, this is nuts.
Lex Robinson: Adora is hanging on, making sure to wrap her left leg around the ladder. Escaping from Casanova's clutches, she actually sends a martial-arts kick to his side, while atop of the ladder. She's got him staggering!
Steve Hebert: He fires back with a punch... but it gets blocked. Fuck me sideways. Alternatively, Adora grabs onto Casanova's head and then bashes it once more off the top of the ladder! Fuck me up the ass. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
In a reckless daze, Casanova takes a step down, thereby letting Adora take a step-up. You would think she would use this time to reach for the title; but yet again, she has other ideas.
Lex Robinson: Adora leaps over the top of the ladder... jumps onto Casanova's back... and tries to bring Casanova down with a sunset-flip bomb!
Steve Hebert: Casanova's holding on!
Lex Robinson: And Adora is hanging-upside down! But not for long! Pushing herself back up, she is then able to snap forward, sending Casanova off the top of the ladder with a snapping sunset-flip powerbomb!
Steve Hebert: Right through the table! Sweet Jesus!
Lex Robinson: It's over! It has to be!
Amongst the wreckage, Adora slowly crawls to her feet, pulling herself out from the bloody mess that is Casanova and the table.
Lex Robinson: Adora somehow manages to crawl out of the chaos on the canvas, slowly lifting herself up each rung, until she isat the very top.
Steve Hebert: Ugh... don't say it. Please don't say it.
Lex Robinson: She's almost there...
Steve Hebert: This would be a good time for a lightning strike.
Lex Robinson: She's reaching out...
Steve Hebert: Or the ladder can just simply topple over, for no reason whatsoever...
Lex Robinson: She's got it. She's pulling it down! Adora wins! Adora regains the Television Title!
Steve Hebert: Son of a bitch.
Bloodied, battered and bruised, Adora clutches the belt close to her heart and then collapses off the top of the ladder. Several referees and medics enter the ring to look over both competitors.
Lex Robinson: Adora has done it! But this match has just been brutal. I'm not sure if either of them can stand after all of that.
Steve Hebert: I hope Adora bleeds to death.
Lex Robinson: That's a terrible thing to say. You should be ashamed.
Rising to his feet, a very weakened Casanova pushes away from helpful hands and then exits the ring, pushing everyone away. Stumbling away, he walks to the back, getting a mixed reaction from the fans; while Adora clutches her title, being aided by several referees. Also pushing them away, Adora exits the ring and walks to the back, getting much applause from the fans. She exits to the back, but not before proudly brandishing her regained title.
Winner: Adora
Again, the camera returns to the backstage area, opening up inside of Stevie Swing's locker-room, where he is hunched over, thinking about his upcoming match against Morgana, trying to pump himself up, hoping to get the World Title. Over and over again, he thinks of Morgana, he thinks of his loss to Corey Ashton, thinks of Morgana's panties... and thinks of winning the World Title.
He is about to stand, prepared for his match, when Chris Carson barges in, catching Stevie by surprise. Chris Carson speaks up.
Chris Carson: Can you believe this place? They're letting the women run rampant. Stevie, you've got to be the saving grace for all of us men here in Sin Wrestling. You've got to do it for us; for the men.
Stevie says nothing; he just takes Chris Carson's words in.
Chris Carson: If you don't do it, I'll cut off your balls. Seriously. You may as well have your man-card revoked if you lose tonight, Stevie. Think about it.
Upon Chris's words, Stevie nods.
Stevie Swing: Having my balls cut off? Man, that's pretty awful. That'd suck... that'd... owwies.
Chris Carson: Owwies?
Stevie Swing: I'll do it! I'll beat Morgana for the World Title!
Chris Carson: Good! Now, go! Go!
In a flustered storm of rage, Stevie bounds off, psyching himself up for his World Title match. Chris Carson, meanwhile, stays behind and remains surprised by how much vigor Stevie showed.
Chris Carson: What an odd kid.
Smirking, Chris Carson finally exits Stevie's locker-room.
The Electric Six's "Dance Epidemic" hits, and the fans start to boo, as Stevie Swing appears on the ramp. He smiles before busting a move at the top of the ramp, drawing more heat. Stevie then rushes the ring and slides in under the bottom rope, performing a somersault as he jumps to his feet, giving another cheesy grin to the crowd, who continue to pour on the boos. Stevie's grin fades to a look of confusion as he goes to cover his ears... the booing continues.
Steve Hebert: Finally, it's main event time.
Lex Robinson: Indeed. The lights are dimming, everyone has quieted to a hush. The 100th show in Sin Wrestling history is getting closer to completion. Can you believe it's been 100 shows?
Steve Hebert: Sounds like 99 too many shows to me.
oh make me over
i'm all i want to be
a walking study
in demonology
The arena darkens as the first chords of "Celebrity Skin" by the Hole tear through the sound system, sparking the words "Morgana" to etch across the blank screen in bold pink script, accompanied by images of Morgana. The crowd cheers loudly as pink and gold fireworks explode down the ramp, and Morgana saunters out from back stage, wearing a miniscule pink and black skort, black fishnets, knee-high boots and a tight black tank top, her pink hair pulled into two loose braids. Basking in the cheers of the crowd, Morgy slowly makes her way to the ring, pausing every so often to blow kisses to fans in the front row before bending to slip between the top and middle ropes.
you want a part of me?
well, i'm not selling cheap
no, i'm not selling cheap
"Celebrity Skin" dies over the speakers as Morgy parades confidently around the ring, waiting for the match to begin.
Lex Robinson: There she is... our World Champion, Morgana, complete with pink title belt wrapped around her waist.
Steve Hebert: And by the end of the night, that pink title belt will be wrapped snugly around Stevie Swing's waist. I guarantee it. It'll look much better on him, too. Pink is the new black, which was the new pink, which was the new Morgana, who was the new Stevie Swing, who was the new Adora.
Lex Robinson: ...What?
Steve Hebert: Hell if I know.
Lex Robinson: I should have known.
Morgana hands her World Title belt over to the referee, who then holds it into the air, showing it off.
Lex Robinson: This is what it's all about. After a long, winding road, Stevie Swing has gotten his first-ever SW World Title shot. Not only that, but this is his first ever Sin Wrestling title shot, period.
Steve Hebert: He probably slept his way to the top, too.
Lex Robinson: ...
Steve Hebert: Yes, I am being ridiculous, I know. Don't judge me.
Lex Robinson: K!
The bell rings and the match officially starts, delighting the fans. Right away, Stevie and Morgana step in at each other, with Stevie being the first to make a move; as he offers Morgy a hand-shake. Looking around, Morgana seems to question the fans if she should accept.
Steve Hebert: Awwww. What a show of respect; now accept, Morgy.
Lex Robinson: Should she do it?
Steve Hebert: Of course.
Lex Robinson: I dunno... Stevie Swing seems to be a pretty shady fellow.
Nevertheless, Morgana accepts the handshake from Stevie Swing, who has no ulterior motives.
Steve Hebert: Awww... see! What show of respect... it's enough to make me sick.
Lex Robinson: I'm sure.
Morgana and Stevie lock-up.
Lex Robinson: And so we begin!
Steve Hebert: Dun dun dun...
Lex Robinson: Morgana applies a wristlock... but Stevie reverses it into a wristlock of his own. Next, he waistlocks Morgana...
Steve Hebert: He's rubbing his crotch against Morgana's behind...
Lex Robinson: Uh, no he's not.
Steve Hebert: In my version of the match, he is.
Lex Robinson: Ah, makes perfect sense.
Stevie Swing with a waistlock takedown on Morgana, bringing her down face-first onto the canvas. Applying a half-nelson, he rolls Morgana over, looking for a quick amateur-wrestling pinfall.
Lex Robinson: A quick pinfall attempt...
...1...
Lex Robinson: Morgana kicks out!
Steve Hebert: Well, it was worth a try.
Lex Robinson: This early part of the match includes the feeling-out process.
Steve Hebert: According to Stevie Swing's hands, he is feeling up Morgana.
Lex Robinson: His hand only gently sweeped past her breast, while trying to apply another half-nelson. This time, though, Morgy slips out, rises to her and goes behind Stevie, where she then applies a hammerlock. Thinking quickly, Stevie reaches over his left shoulder, grabs onto Morgana's head and then snap mares her over, breaking the hammerlock. Using her agility, though, Morgana quickly rolls up to a kneeling postion, allowing her to sweep his legs out from beneath him.
Steve Hebert: This is going way too goddamn fast for me.
Lex Robinson: Seriously. After Stevie falls on his back, Morgana leaps onto her feet and tries for a standing Shooting Star Press, but Stevie rolls to safety. Ironically, Morgy sees Stevie's safety roll and thus is able to land on her feet.
On his knees, Stevie Swing braces himself for another attack, while Morgana lands on her feet, doing the same. They both take a moment to stare each other down, while the fans give a resounding cheer in support of both wrestlers.
Lex Robinson: Stevie gets back up...
Steve Hebert: And they both lock-up, again. Go figure. How exciting. I thought this was going to be a fun, over-the-top match; but what we've got so far, is nothing but fluff.
Lex Robinson: Give it time, Steve; give it time.
Switching from the collar-elbow tie-up position, Stevie again turns Morgana around, interlocking his hands around her waist, trying to overpower her tiny frame. Being a fighter, Morgana tries to unbuckle his hands, even tries a few elbow-shots, but it isn't until she realizes her acrobatic potential that she is able to find liberty.
Lex Robinson: Pulling herself forward, Morgana is able to use her hands to spring off the canvas and then wrap her legs around Stevie's waist with a body-scissors. Rolling forward, she rolls him up...
Steve Hebert: Oh snap, another quick pinfall attempt...
As usual, the referee drops down...
...1...2...
Lex Robinson: At the exact moment that the referee counts to two, Stevie Swing easily kicks out, not overcome with the element of surprise.
Steve Hebert: Stevie was able to defeat Destiny Daniels, Casanova and others. He's much too smart and quick to fall to a simple rollup.
Lex Robinson: That was of no use to him when he lost to Corey Ashton at the last Eternity card.
Steve Hebert: He had to save the pair of panties from being eaten by a crocodile! As far as I'm concerned, Stevie Swing is a true American hero.
After being surprised with the previous rollup, Stevie Swing springs up and walks right at Morgana, who is also getting up. He suddenly latches onto Morgana's head, applying a headlock-takedown, which Morgana takes offense. Using her legs as if they were tentacles, Morgana reaches up, wraps them around Stevie Swing's head and forces im to remove the headlock via a headscissors.
Steve Hebert: I do believe this is the spot Stevie Swing has always wanted to be -- with his head in between Morgana's legs.
Lex Robinson: She only did it to get him to release the headlock. Once she's free, she releases the hold, prompting Stevie to step forward and drop an elbow on her. The only thing wrong with that is that Morgana rolls out of the way; and thus Stevie Swing hits nothing but mat.
Steve Hebert: Stevie quickly springs back up, though! Kind of frustrated, he jumps towards Morgana, hoping to knock her dumb pink head off with a clothesline. Unfortunately for Stevie, it gets ducked.
Lex Robinson: Damn right. After ducking Stevie's arm, Morgana charges forward, bounces off the ropes and returns with a crazy satellite headscissors! She does at least two rotations on that spin, too, finishing off by flipping him over onto his back.
Steve Hebert: But again, he rises back up. Just as he does, Morgana tries another one of those flippy-doo rollups, where she wraps her legs around his body and then tries rolling through his legs. This time, though, he has other plans. He maintains his standing position, allowing him to keep his balance, while pushing Morgana off him, allowing her to land on her feet, as if she were a cat. Not liking her lack of success in rolling Stevie up, she promptly charges forward, bouncing off the opposite set of ropes with much gusto. That's a lot of pink blowing in the wind, Lex.
Lex Robinson: For serious. However, Stevie notices Morgana speeding towards him, giving him the chance to duck down, trying to hit a backdrop. Knowing this, Morgana goes back-to-back in back-flipping over Stevie's backdrop attempt, thereby allowing her to land on her own two feet. From behind, she leaps up onto Stevie Swing's shoulders, but Stevie, as if knowing all of her exact movements is able to reverse that, too!
Steve Hebert: This is way too nuts.
Lex Robinson: Flinging Morgy off his shoulders, dropping her in front of him, Stevie Swing can only stand and watch as Morgana jump-starts forward. Springboarding off the middle rope, she leaps back, latches on to Stevie's right arm and then sends him down with an armdrag. With a dance in his steps, Stevie immediately pops back up and charges right back towards Morgana, who then brings him down with a drop-toe-hold. Capitalizing on this, Morgana quickly grabs his left arm, twirls around it and then Majistral Cradles him! There's a pinfall attempt!
Steve Hebert: Jesus merciful. I can't keep up with this shit!
Lex Robinson: I barely can. Here's the cover...!
The referee makes the count...
...1...2...
Steve Hebert: You just gotta keep an eye on the old bag.
Lex Robinson: Stevie is trying his best; as he just kicked out of another pinfall attempt from the World Champ.
When Stevie rises, Morgana is quick to continue the attack. Once he stands, she leaps at him with a dropkick, knocking him into the turnbuckle pads. Charging in, she leaps into the air, kicks Stevie in the chest with her left-leg and then backflips back, watching as Stevie Swing stumbles out.
Lex Robinson: She hooks onto Stevie's head, looking for the "Fata Morgana"!
Steve Hebert: Stevie isn't dumb. He knows Morgana all too well. Just as he realizes what Morgana is trying to do, he pushes an airborne Morgana towards the ropes, dropping her on the outer portion of the apron, thus stopping that bitch cold in her tracks.
Lex Robinson: Morgana is also onto Stevie Swing's tricks, though. Reaching around his head/neck, she drops down to the canvas, thus guillotining his neck across the top rope. As he stumbles back, dazed, and holding his throat, Morgana hops up onto the apron and proceeds to springboard huracanrana Stevie Swing! She happens to roll right through, hooking Stevie's legs down!
Steve Hebert: Oh shit... there's the pinfall. The referee's counting!
...1...2...
Rolling backward, Stevie Swing is able to escape the pinfall attempt, only to follow that up with a seated-dropkick to Morgana's face, knocking her onto her back.
Steve Hebert: Oooohhhh.
Lex Robinson: Wow, that was perhaps the harshest thing I've seen so far, in this match.
Steve Hebert: Yeah, he only KICKED HER FUCKING TEETH IN. Sheesh.
Lex Robinson: It looked that way, anyhow. Good lord. What a way to stop a pinfall.
Steve Hebert: Hey, it's a good plan to me.
Picking Morgana up, Stevie Swing chops her in the chest and backs her against the ropes.
Steve Hebert: Morgana's pink tits were just chopped into the third-row!
Lex Robinson: Stop that.
With much vigor, Stevie Irish-whips Morgana across the ring, heaving her into the ropes. Upon her rebound, she tries for another satellite headscissors takedown; but again, Stevie is able to stay with her and reverse Morgana's attempt by dropping her across his right knee with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!
Steve Hebert: Booyah! Stevie Swing is "on" to Morgana, now. He has her studied. He's all too familiar with her.
Lex Robinson: It probably has to do with him ridiculously stalking her.
Steve Hebert: Rumor has it that you gain knowledge from sniffing panties.
Lex Robinson: If that were the case, Steve, you'd be a genius.
Steve Hebert: Nahhhh; I just sell my stolen panties on E-Bay.
Lex Robinson: Ah, definitely a grand idea.
Sitting Morgana up, Stevie Swing delivers an abundant amount of knees to Morgy's upper and lower back. Bouncing backwards, he returns delivering a vicious football-kick to Morgana's back.
Steve Hebert: The kick of the night... second only to Dr. Orange kicking a pylon up Adrian Merlo's asshole.
Lex Robinson: Yecchh.
Steve Hebert: Don't be so touchy.
Lex Robinson: Standing behind Morgy, Stevie Swing grabs onto her wrists and soon applies a Japanese Stranglehold, trying to cut the blood from going to Morgana's head.
Steve Hebert: Kind of like giving her GHB and, you know...
Lex Robinson: Don't go there.
Steve Hebert: Huh? Do what? Go where?
Lex Robinson: You know what I'm talking about. Having given up on the Japanese Stranglehold, but still holding onto Morgana's wrists, Stevie Swing stretches the World Champion's arms out and then digs his knee into her upper-back, where he then begins pulling back on her arms.
Steve Hebert: He soon grows tired of that, too. Instead of his knee, Stevie Swing places his right foot on Morgana's back and then wrenches back, pulling as hard as he can on Morgana's arms. So much for that respect stuff.
Lex Robinson: Err... well, they both know that this is for the World Title. Sometimes you have to go all the way; even if it means hurting someone you respect.
Steve Hebert: Sounds like a whole lot of gay to me.
With the fans firmly on her side, cheering loudly for her, Morgana fights off Stevie's submission attempt. Soon enough, she is able to roll onto her back, despite having her wrists interlocked, and is able to deliver a mule-kick to Stevie, knocking him and releasing the hold.
Lex Robinson: And she's free! As Stevie stumbles back, Morgana is able to roll up to her feet, look over her shoulder and then notice Stevie running back at her. Thinking quickly, she rolls backward, pushes herself off the apron with her hands and springs upside-down at Stevie, wrapping her feet around his neck and then bringing him down with a twisting headscissors-takedown!
Steve Hebert: But Stevie's a goddamn bull. He's right back up, as usual.
Lex Robinson: Very true; but so is Morgy.
The two competitors charge at each other, with Morgana ducking beneath a clothesline attempt from Stevie. Propelling herself forward, she springboards off the middle rope and comes diving back.
Lex Robinson: Morgana soars through the air, locks onto Stevie Swing's head and then brings him down with a swinging Tornado DDT!
Steve Hebert: Umph! She still has the facelock portion of it applied, too.
Lex Robinson: That's because she is getting back up, rising Stevie with her. With his head tucked underneath her right arm, she climbs steadily up the corner turnbuckles and comes swinging back out, delivering another Tornado DDT!
Steve Hebert: Stevie landed directly on his godforsaken head, too. Maybe that knocked some sense into him... hopefully. I mean, who in the right mind becomes obsessed with Morgana. Sure, she's a hot, dirty slut; but come on, now.
Lex Robinson: The pinfall is made!
Steve Hebert: Um, excuse me, I'm trash-talking Morgana here.
The referee makes the count, while Morgana covers Stevie, hooking his right leg...
...1...2...
Steve Hebert: Stevie kicks out! This match continues; which means I'm forced to sit here on my asshole for a while longer.
Lex Robinson: It's worth it, Steve. Considering the rapid, fast-paced action we've seen so far, you don't want to miss out.
Steve Hebert: Meh... you're right. Stop trying to out-show me, Lex.
Frustrated with the lack of a three-count, Morgana steadily climbs to the top turnbuckle pad. With her back turned, she does not realize that Stevie has also risen.
LeX Robinson: Morgana is on the top rope.
Steve Hebert: But Stevie is also up. Unless she's hoping to flop around in the air and land on her face, I think it'd be best if she got down from there.
Lex Robinson: Whoa... Stevie Swing rushes in... he scurries up the turnbuckle pads...! He half-nelson superplexes Morgana off the top rope, sending her flying through the air!
Steve Hebert: Good lord! She even did a complete flip, resulting in her landing on her face! That's how you do things. Stevie Swing was ready for it. He had it scouted.
After the disastrous outcome from the previous top rope move, both competitors lay on the canvas, being counted down-and-out by the referee.
Lex Robinson: Both Stevie and Morgana are down. The referee is up 7 on the countout. One of them better get to their feet -- and soon.
Steve Hebert: Just as you say that, Lex, Stevie Swing uses the ropes to aide himself in standing to his feet.
As Stevie stands over Morgana, she slowly begins to rise, trying to fend off the challenger, but his stomps are too much. Furthermore, he proceeds to grab onto her pink hair and lifts her to her feet.
Lex Robinson: Attempting to fight back, Morgana swings a fist at Stevie Swing's head, which ultimately gets blocked. In reverse, he sends a European Uppercut to Morgana's jaw, snapping her head back.
Steve Hebert: Morgana can barely get any offense in. Stevie Swing is doing a great job at reversing everything she is throwing at him.
Lex Robinson: Agreed. Up next, he applies a full-nelson. He lifts her up, attempting some sort of maneuver, but she wraps her legs around his waist, looking for one of those nifty wheel-barrow rollups.
Steve Hebert: But Stevie is blocking that, as well! He pulls her back up, positioning her into another elevated full-nelson hold. Akin to his name, he swings her forward, delivering a full-nelson into a... a... a what the fuck is that?!
Lex Robinson: He jams her down, cradling her up with a modified rollup-Michinokou Driver! That's the best I can explain it. Nevertheless, he has her crumpled over, sitting on her chest, while holding down on her legs.
Steve Hebert: Here's the ref...
...1...
Lex Robinson: One...!
...2...
Lex Robinson: Two...!
...
Steve Hebert: Three!
Lex Robinson: Hell no! Morgana kicks out at the last possible second! A nano-second, even!
Steve Hebert: So f'n close. Stevie can't believe it. Neither can I.
Lex Robinson: He even stands up, glances at the referee and gives him some dastardly words.
Steve Hebert: Yeah! You tell him, Stevie! That was a slow count!
Lex Robinson: While Stevie does this, though, a groggy Morgana crawls up behind him, wrapping him up with a schoolboy-rollup!
Steve Hebert: I always knew Morgana wanted to seduce a schoolboy!
Lex Robinson: The referee is counting.
Steve Hebert: What do you know.
...1...2...
Lex Robinson: Stevie Swing kicks out!
Steve Hebert: Holy shit, that was close! Never do that again, Stevie!
Lex Robinson: He promptly rises to his feet, looking near-shock. Before Morgana can get anywhere near her feet, Stevie kicks her in the side of the head, becoming a little more aggressive with things!
Steve Hebert: It's about time, too. End this respectful shit and get into the blood, choking and murder.
Lex Robinson: Stevie certainly is. He's sending an influx of kicks to Morgy's head, which certainly dazes her, doing absolutely nothing good for our current champion. Seconds after delivering a swinging neckbreaker, with some added dancing steps, Stevie Swing makes sure Morgana is parallel to the turnbuckle pads and thus steps out to the outer portion of the apron and begins to elevate himself to the top rope.
His ascent to the top rope is ill-fated, though, as before he can fully reach the top, Morgana has gotten her senses back and now notices Stevie about to dive onto her with a senton bomb. Thinking quickly -- and wisely -- Morgana floats up to her feet, bursts into the corner and connects with a dropkick to Stevie's right leg, knocking him off the top turnbuckle and crotching him on the top rope!
Steve Hebert: Agh!
Lex Robinson: Oh boy. as a result of that, Stevie Swing will never be able to produce sperm again.
Steve Hebert: No little Stevies?!
Lex Robinson: None. Things go from bad-to-worse for him, too, as a rejuvenated Morgana is standing on the outer portion of the apron. Springboarding off the top rope, she literally glides through the air, connecting with a picture-perfect missile dropkick that not only knocks Stevie from his crotched position on the ropes; but also sends him sailing all the way to the floor!
Steve Hebert: OH Jesus, he just landed face-first. He got a face full of arena floor. This is horrible. Horrifying. Awful. Horriawful!
Lex Robinson: While he scrambles to his feet on the floor, our World Champion, the queen of pink, makes her way to the top rope.
Steve Hebert: That's where Stevie should have been!
Lex Robinson: Maybe if he had kept Morgy down; but he didn't, and now he's laid out on the floor.
Steve Hebert: This is a terrible situation.
Lex Robinson: For Stevie, yes; not so much for Morgy, who leaps off the top rope. Diving through the air, she lands on the middle section of the top rope and then moonsaults back, making two consecutive backflips! Holy shit! She just took out Stevie Swing!
Steve Hebert: So yeah, she just went from the top turnbuckle... to the middle part of the top rope... backflipped through the air not once, but twice... and then landed directly on Stevie?
Lex Robinson: Yup, that's exactly how it went.
Steve Hebert: That's it. I need to find the person that is messing around with the laws of physics and gravity.
Both Morgana and Stevie Swing remain laid out on the floor, leaving the referee with no other choice but to start his countdown.
...1...2...3...4...
Lex Robinson: You know, it'd be awful if the match ended like this -- on a countout. They need to get back into the ring.
Steve Hebert: But I'm so hungry! Can't we just end things now?!
Lex Robinson: No, Steve. This is much too important.
Steve Hebert: But my stomach is grumbling. Can't you hear it?!
...5...6...7...
Lex Robinson: At the count of seven, Morgana is up to her feet and rolls into the ring. Not far behind her is Stevie Swing, who climbs up onto the apron, stopping the count.
Steve Hebert: God, so f'n hungry. I could go for a chicken burger right about now.
Lex Robinson: You can stuff your face after the 100th show afterparty.
Steve Hebert: Now that's what I'm talkin' about.
Lex Robinson: In the meantime, Morgana and Stevie are returning into the ring. Morgana bounces off the ropes, hoping to return with some sort of running dropkick -- perhaps that John Woo kick she utilizes. However, as she approaches the halfway point of the ring, Stevie Swing springboards off the top rope and tornadoes inside, hitting a flying spin wheel kick, knocking the World Champion off her feet!
Steve Hebert: The element of surprise... always a devious weapon.
Sitting up, Stevie Swing takes a deep breath, trying to regain as much oxygen as he possibly can. Seconds later, he kicks-up to his feet, listening to the mixed reaction pour in from the fans, who heavily favor Morgana.
Lex Robinson: It's obvious these fans want Morgana to walk out as champion.
Steve Hebert: Only because they think she'll sleep with them. Either these fans or dumb; or she's a giant slutty. You decide.
Lex Robinson: Well...
Steve Hebert: Stevie Swing with a leaping inziguiri to Morgana, kicking her in the back of the skull!
Lex Robinson: You didn't let me finished; but anyhow-- goddamn!
Steve Hebert: I know, right? I think Stevie just sent Morgana's brain into the front row.
Lex Robinson: He's making a quick cover. Maybe this could do it...
Steve Hebert: God, I sure hope so.
The pinfall is made, with Stevie covering Morgana, rolling her up and hooking her left leg, in the process.
...1...2...
Lex Robinson: One... and two... and...
Steve Hebert: She put her foot on the bottom rope! What the Jesus?!
Lex Robinson: The match will continue!
Steve Hebert: God, couldn't this have been fought under Purity Title rules?
Lex Robinson: Angered at the lack of a three-count, Stevie Swing hustles to his feet, taking his time to dance around.
Steve Hebert: Hey, he's got good moves.
Lex Robinson: Hey, wait... what's that? Stevie is pulling something out of his tights. Is that...?
Steve Hebert: It's Morgy's panties! Ahahaha!
Balling the panties up, Stevie Swing takes a whiff and then places them into Morgana's mouth. After punching her in the mouth/jaw, Stevie whips her into the corner and follows in with a running back-elbow. In here, he sits her up to the top rope, motioning that he will be joining her.
Lex Robinson: Stevie Swing climbs up with Morgana, preparing her for something. However, Morgy seems keen on not following into Stevie's devices. Stevie, who attempts a super superplex, is suddenly halted by Morgana, who battles back, striking him with a vicious chop to the chest, knocking him down a step or two. Furthermore, she then proceeds to knee him in the jaw, which works precisely in her favor, grimacing as she watches Stevie fall fro mthe second rope-to-the-canvas.
Steve Hebert: How sneaky. She's even setting herself up for some other move, too.
Lex Robinson: Damn right. She somersaults off the top rope, looking to hit the first part of her chain move, Often Imitated. Sensing danger, Stevie's awareness kicks in, allowing him to roll out of the way of the flying somersault double-stomp!
Steve Hebert: See, he knew what was happening!
Lex Robinson: I seriously believe so. Nevertheless, Morgana still proceeds into the second-half of the Often Imitated. Rolling through, she jumps up to the second turnbuckle and then propels herself off the top rope. Hoping to hit Stevie with a vertical corkscrew moonsault, Morgana's plan goes awry once she sees that Stevie has hit the deck!
Steve Hebert: A brilliant move by Stevie! Not only did he manage to evade the first part of the move; but he escaped the second part, as well! We're going to have a new champion. I just know it. I can feel it!
Lex Robinson: After crashing into the canvas, Morgy slowly rises... only to have Stevie Swing stomp towards her and drop her back down with the "Reinventing Timothy Ashton"! What the hell?!
Steve Hebert: Ahahaha! Holy shit yes! Stevie is making the cover!
Lex Robinson: It can end like this...... can it?
Steve Hebert: You'll see!
The referee makes the count...
...1...
Steve Hebert: There's the one...
...2...
Steve Hebert: The two...
...
Steve Hebert: Thr-...
Lex Robinson: No! Morgana gets her shoulder up! The fans are going nuts! This match continues!
Steve Hebert: Oh, for Christ's sake, Stevie. Can't you just put her away? It's about time we had a new champion.
Lex Robinson: Morgana is still kicking. Don't count her out.
Another pinfall and another kickout. Frustration is setting in on Stevie Swing, who has matched most of Morgana's offense, but just can't go the extra mile to put her away. Even so, he trudges on, looking for the final spot to put the World Champion away. What better way to finish Morgana off than to hit her with the move that has put away such competition as Destiny Daniels and Casanova?
Lex Robinson: Standing to his feet, a very aggravated Stevie Swing pushes his way past the referee, stepping back, measuring Morgana up. From this distance, he watches as the pink-haired vixen rises to her feet, deciding to march ahead with a generous burst of energy.
Steve Hebert: In other words, Stevie's going for his "The Last Dance" superkick.
Revving himself up in the corner, Stevie leans against the turnbuckle pads, watching as Morgana climbs to her feet. Finally, the moment he has been waiting for occurs. Morgana turns around.
Lex Robinson: Like a raging wildfire, Stevie Swing storms out of the corner. He extends his left leg, hoping to catch Morgana directly in the chin...
Steve Hebert: She sucks! Err... I mean she ducks!
Lex Robinson: She saw him coming at the very last second. Next, Stevie pivots around, having both feet on the ground, shocked that his kick missed. However, he happens to turn right into a seated-dropkick from Morgana, who connects with his left leg -- his leg used to throw The Last Dance! Steve falls on his face, having his leg kicked out from underneath him!
Steve Hebert: Most of all, this finally enables Whorgana to remove those stinky, foul-smelling panties from her mouth. And what does she do with them from there? Well, she stuffs them in Stevie's mouth, of course! Doesn't she know you can get germs like that?!
Lex Robinson: After nailing a consecutive standing moonsault, followed by a standing Shooting Star Press, Morgana makes her way to the top rope! She calls out to the fans... this is going to be it. She's calling for her signature move...
Steve Hebert: Ugh... why?!
Lex Robinson: She leaps off... and hits it! She hits The Morgasm on Stevie Swing, who nearly chokes on Morgana's panties! She makes the cover!
As usual, the referee drops down to the mat.
Lex Robinson: Here we go...!
...1...
Lex Robinson: One!
...2...
Lex Robinson: Two!
...
Lex Robinson: Th-- NO! Stevie Swing kicks out! Holy shit!
Steve Hebert: I can't believe it! It's the panties! It has to be! The power of the pink panties!
Lex Robinson: If anything, it's the power in Stevie Swing, who wants to continue this match. And contnue we shall!
Steve Hebert: Look at Whoregana... all shocked that she didn't win.
Lex Robinson: Damn right. Her hands are on her head, her face is filled with horror and she has no idea how Stevie managed to kick out. Ripping the panties out of Stevie's mouth, she flings them into the audience and then decides to go back to the top rope once more.
Steve Hebert: Uh ohs.
Reaching the top rope, Morgana stalls for a second, giving Stevie Swing the chance to get to a kneeling position.
Lex Robinson: Thanks to that dropkick-to-the-knee, Stevie is having trouble walking. He shrugs it off, though, as he sees Morgana on the top rope, waiting to do more damage. Sauntering in, he heaves his body to the corner, knocking Morgana down into a crotched-position on the top turnbuckle, facing outward, looking at the fans!
Steve Hebert: Oh, thank Jesus. I can't believe Stevie is still going. Now give me thos panties.
Lex Robinson: They're long-gone by now, Steve. They're probably in someone's pocket right now.
Steve Hebert: Unbelievable.
With Morgana crotched on the top rope, a devilish plan hatches in Stevie Swing's mind.
Lex Robinson: Bad knee and all, Stevie hurries into the corner... and spider release-German Suplex! Stevie Swing sends Morgana flying with a release German suplex off the top rope, while he manages to stay hooked to the top corner by wrapping his legs around the rope!
Steve Hebert: I think that may have hurt his even more knee, though! Using his legs to keep him held up in the corner, that definitely did more damage than good to Stevie!
Lex Robinson: I expect so. He's now pulling himself up to a standing position on the top turnbuckle pad, wavering ever-so-slightly thanks to that bummed knee. He leaps off... a flying frog splash onto Morgana!
Steve Hebert: But again, he landed hard on that knee! That's not good! He needs that leg to hit The Last Dance!
Lex Robinson: He may not; as he may have Morgana here. He hasher covered and is hooking her legs. Are we going to have a new champ?
The count is made...
...1...2...
Lex Robinson: Morgana kicks out, again!
Steve Hebert: All right, this match is just awesome and nuts.
Lex Robinson: The fans are going crazy.
Steve Hebert: So is Stevie Swing. Crazy with that pain in his knee!
Lex Robinson: Hobbling to his feet, barely able to stand on his left leg, Stevie hunches over and grabs Morgana's pink hair. Lifting her up with one full swoop, Stevie strikes her with a palm-thrust, knocking her into the ropes. Whipping her across the ring, he ducks down, preparing to backdrop her. Morgy, on the other hand, blocks this attempt by kicking him squarely in the jaw.
Steve Hebert: Right in the mouth! How's he supposed to give kisses now?!
Lex Robinson: That's a question you're going to have to ask him.
Steve Hebert: Bah!
Lex Robinson: Watching as Stevie stumbles back, Morgana gains momentum and bounces off the ropes, rushing out, connecting with an absoolutetly devastating John Woo Kick, leaving the imprints of her foot in Stevie's chest!
Steve Hebert: It even knocks him clearly out of the ring! He falls out over the middle rope and lands in a pile on the floor. From having a bad left leg, to having the prints of some slut's foot in his chest... things aren't looking too good for Stevie.
Lex Robinson: You're telling me. Just as he rises on the floor, too, Morgana goes full speed ahead! She goes to give a baseball-slide dropkick; but changes it up at the very last second by tilt-a-whirl headscissoring him on the floor! As a result, he spirals towards the ring railing and spills over it, tumbling into the crowd!
Steve Hebert: Oh God. He's gotta get away from all of those douchebags.
Lex Robinson: As Stevie finds a place in the fan's section, Morgana pulls the steel railing forward, preparing for... something. Sliding back inside, she watches as Stevie Swing hops to his feet, unable to stand on his left leg.
Steve Hebert: What is that bitch up to?
Inside of the ring, Morgana rises to her feet, watching Stevie Swing tip-toe around like a hawk. When she feels the timing is right, she bounces off the furthest set of ropes and with a blast of speed, she leaps onto the top rope, using it to springboard herself through the air. Somersaulting through the air, she is able to contort her body around, twisting it slightly, ending the rotation by landing on top of Stevie Swing, who remains in the fan's section.
Lex Robinson: Holy shit! Morgana and Stevie Swing just went flying into the fans, knocking out about 5-6 rows of people! This is insane!
Steve Hebert: Yep, well, they're both dead. It's the only logical explanation.
Lex Robinson: Fans were sent scurrying everywhere, like a horde of mice. Morgana literally flew out of the ring like a heat-seaking missile!
Steve Hebert: But you know what? Look at the referee. He's counting them out.
Steve's words are true, as the referee really starts counting them out, again...
...1...2...3...4...5...
Lex Robinson: What the...
Steve Hebert: Yup. Just like before, if they don't get into the ring by the count of ten, this match is over.
Lex Robinson: This is not right.
...6...7...8...
Lex Robinson: We're up to 8!
...9...
Lex Robinson: This cannot happen!
Steve Hebert: Haha, it is. Our main eventing is ending on a double-countout. What a way to end the 100th show.
...10!
As the referee officially calls for the bell, counting both Morgana and Stevie Swing out, a pile of medical officials and crew members come down from the backstage area, checking on both Morgana and Stevie.
Lex Robinson: The match is over?! No way!
Steve Hebert: Haha, it is! Goodnight, folks!
Lex Robinson: It can't end like this! Not for the 100th show! Not for Morgana/Stevie Swing!
Steve Hebert: Don't complain to me, I'm not the referee. I'm just some old fat French-Canadian.
The bell rings, thus counting out both competitors, who are helped to their feet by the medics and officials. Once told about the match outcome, though, both Morgana and Stevie Swing show signs of displeasure. One of the officials hand Morgana the World Title, telling her to exit to the back with it, but she pushes him away, grabs the title, hops over the railing and re-enters the ring.
Lex Robinson: What the...? What is she doing now?
Steve Hebert: I have no idea. But I'm going to go catch a burger. Goodnight, everyone!
Lex Robinson: Hell no. You sit right down. Something's going on. Morgy is talking to the referee. She's pointing to Stevie Swing, who is showing signs of major discomfort in his knee.
Steve Hebert: What the fuck?! The match is over. Go home. Go playwith your Wifey. This pay per view is over.
Lex Robinson: The referee is talking to the officials; and to Stevie Swing. Stevie nods his head... I think Morgana is demanding that this match be restarted! Listen to the fans chanting for the match to re-start!
Steve Hebert: Screw these idiots. I'm damn hungry, the referee made the call; the show is over! Go home, everyone!
The referee then speaks to the ring announcer.
Steve Hebert: Ugh... I just know I'm not going to like this.
Getting back into the ring, the referee allows the ring announcer to make the call.
Ring Announcer: Upon special orders from the refere... and from the World Champion, this match... will... continue!
Steve Hebert: Oh, goddamnit.
As soon as the announcement is made, Stevie Swing tosses random officials away. Still with a damaged left knee, Stevie steps over the ring railing and slides back into the ring.
Lex Robinson: This match is still on! We're going until we have a definite winner!
Steve Hebert: Oh joy. The slut and the cripple are going to duke it out.
Morgana meets Stevie Swing in the middle of the ring, where they both throw random fists, chops and punches at each other. Despite the sore leg, Stevie Swing is able to gain the upperhand, thanks to him blocking a right-arm forearm from Morgana and countering with a jumping DDT.
Lex Robinson: Morgana's head has been driven into the canvas! Stevie Swing is going to take advantage of this. He wants the title. He wants to show everyone that he can beat Morgana. But at the same time, Morgana desperately wishes to retain and show everyone that she can defeat Stevie Swing!
Steve Hebert: Stevie seems to be wanting to dish out some revenge or something. Now that he has Morgana down, he commences stomping on her legs, using his very own right leg. In fact, he looks to be going for the Dancing Toe Hold! That's one of his famous moves!
Lex Robinson: Aware of this, though, Morgana pushes him off with her left leg, sending him stumbling chest-first into the corner. Springing back, he stumbles backward, tripping over Morgana, who then schoolboy-rollups him! This may be it! The Dancing Toe Hold may have been a major mistake!
The referee counts...
...1...2...
Lex Robinson: Stevie kicks out! Somehow, Stevie is able to use the strength in his right leg to kick out!
Steve Hebert: He immediately rises, though. He's actually able to get up before Morgana, as he is able to place all of his weight on his right leg. Wishing to use the element of surprise, Stevie elbows Morgana in the neck and then inside-cradles her!
Lex Robinson: Stevie Swing with the sudden cover! This might be it!
...1...2...
...1...2...
Steve Hebert: What the shit?! Now it's Stevie's turn to change the inside-cradle position! He's covering Morgana, now!
...1...2...
Lex Robinson: Morgana reverses it...
...1...2...
Steve Hebert: Hell no, Stevie reverses it!
...1...2... Lex Robinson: One... two... thr--... no!
Steve Hebert: Ugh, Morgana kicks out. The entire rolling cradle stuff is over. They're both getting to their feet. Morgana gets to her feet first and charges at Stevie, who throws a back-elbow at her head, which she ducks, that dirty bitch. She couldn't have left well enough alone, could she?! I could be out of here and everything.
Lex Robinson: Stay focused! Morgana is able to use the middle-rope as a springboard and flies back, bringing Stevie Swing down! To make matters worse for Stevie, he even goes headlong into the middle rope!
With Stevie Swing laying against the middle turnbuckle/rope, Morgana steps out onto the outer portion of the apron. Charging forward, she is able to swing around the corner post and use her momentum to arch around and deliver a doubke-heel kick to Stevie Swing! The force of this blow is enough to send Stevie limping backwards, having a damaged head and an injured left leg.
Lex Robinson: Stevie is stumbling around... he's in perfect position for Morgana, who leaps onto the top rope and springboards off! She soars through the air, landing on Stevie Swing's shoulders, looking to bring him down with a huracanrana!
Steve Hebert: Wait! Holy fuck, wait! Despite the bad leg, Stevie Swing is able to keep himself standing. With Morgana halfway through Stevie's legs, he is able to pull her back up onto his shoulders, placing her into a powerbomb position! Oh God yes! He hobbles forward and throws her back-first into the corner -- delivering a wretched powerbomb into the turnbuckles! Did you see her head snap back?! Remember when Phayze did that to Victor Jayce and broke his neck?! I hope the same thing just happened here!
Lex Robinson: I never expected that to happen, at all! I figured Stevie Swing was down to his last steps... figuratively and literally. But now... now, he is hoisting Morgana up onto the top rope and is climbing up along with her. He better hope that this turns out better than the last time.
Once Morgana is properly position on the top rope, Stevie lifts her onto his shoulders with a standing fireman's carry. Heaving her forward, he also jumps off the top rope, sending her face down into his left knee -- all the way from the top rope.
Steve Hebert: Go to Fuck!
Lex Robinson: Stevie was saying he would unveil a special move for this match... was this it?!
Steve Hebert: But he did it onto his injured left leg! Goddamnit!
Lex Robinson: Morgana is laid out, possibly unconscious from the previous move. All he has to do is crawl towards... he's doing it. Because the effort to stand would be too much, he has slithered across the ring and covered her. The referee is counting.
...1...2...
Lex Robinson: One... two...
...
Steve Hebert: She gets her shoulder up! How the fuck?! He gave her the "Go to Fuck" and everything! She still managed to kick out! This is fucking nuts. These fans are nuts. Holy fucking fuck,
Lex Robinson: Stop swearing! But yes, these fans are going insane! They can't believe Morgana kicked out! They thought for sure that this match was over.
Steve Hebert: Poor Stevie... his poor goddamn leg.
Lex Robinson: Stevie is... I don't know. It seems like it's a combination of him being amazed, saddened, frustrated, angered and so on.
Steve Hebert: And yet he can barely stand.
Lex Robinson: Slowly, but surely, he's lifting himself up to his feet. He walks into the corner, trying to rub some life back into his knee, as if preparing himself for another "The Last Dance" superkick. Watching as Morgana slowly rises, Stevie decides that it's time to try and end this.
Going as fast as he can with his injured knee, Stevie stumbles out of the corner and goes to extend his left leg, hoping to hit Morgana with "The Last Dance". However, he can only rise his knee up halfway, resulting in Morgana capitalizing on this situation.
Lex Robinson: Stevie Swing can't get it up.
Steve Hebert: Sounds like the story of my life.
Lex Robinson: I mean his leg! Morgana catches his foot, spins him around... and hits The Fata Morgana!
Steve Hebert: Oh Jesus.
The World Champ rises to her feet, aware that she has hit one of her signature maneuvers; but does she have the recognition and energy to follow it up?
Lex Robinson: Morgana has driven Stevie Swing into the canvas! If she can follow this up, then it's probably lights out. And believe me, she's going to try and end this now.
Steve Hebert: Don't say that!
Lex Robinson: As if aware of her positioning, Morgana lifts herself up to her feet and stumbles into the corner, where she slowly elevates herself. After a buildup of tension and pressure, Morgana leaps from the top rope, hitting the Morgasm! This is the second Morgasm she has hit Stevie with tonight! She hooks the leg!
Steve Hebert: Oh no...
The referee makes the count.
...1...2...
Lex Robinson: One... two...!
...3!
Lex Robinson: Three! She did it! Morgana did it! She has retained her World Title! After immobilizing Stevie Swing and hitting two Morgasms, Morgana has finally won this match. And what a great match this has been. My God, this has probably been one of the best singles matches EVER in Sin Wrestling history. On this 100th show, SW has made history.
Steve Hebert: Can I go eat my hamburger now? Because if I have to watch a Morgana celebration, I'll end up losing my appetite. Granted, I'll be a little turned on; but still.
Lex Robinson: It's been 100 shows. Thank you for watching every single episode -- whether it's been an Impulse, an Eternity, or a pay per view broadcast. We thank you for making Sin Wrestling what it is today! We'll soon be going into the next season of SW and we're hoping you'll continue to follow our exploits and happenings. For Steve Hebert, who is stuffing his mouth, I am Lex Robinson, bidding you all goodnight!
As the sound of the announcers fade away, the cameras focus on Morgana, who is awarded with her World Title, which she holds close to her. Receiving a huge ovation, Morgana stands in the center of the ring, soaking up the cheers, while Stevie Swing slowly stands to his feet.
His leg still injured, Stevie walks up to Morgana and turns her around. A tense moment of silence is shared between the two; until Stevie once again offers his hand for a handshake. Without the prior reluctance, Morgana, who has her title draped over her right shoulder, shakes his hand, much to the collective joy of the audience.
When the handshake is done, Stevie Swing exits the ring, barely able to walk, giving Morgana her moment in the spotlight. The cameras fade out, last showing Morgana standing in the ring, receiving loads of cheers from the fans that are being sent home happy.
Winner: Morgana