The image of Corey Page is shown, sitting behind a desk, flickering his thumb through a stack of money. Dropping the stack down onto his desk, he looks up at the figure standing before him, which, ironically, isn't shown on camera. By his side is Kitty Extreme, who hugs into his arm, looking directly at the person who is standing opposite of Corey, with an awkward expression.

Corey Page: I admire your skill, I propose this idea to you...

Corey stops, grunts and continues on, trying to force his idea onto the person standing before him, while sliding over a pile of hundred dollar bills.

Corey Page: And I'm requesting this as your boss...

This time, he taps on the money.

Corey Page: Tony Millennia apparently has gotten his grubby hands on a certain folder of mine. This folder contains top-secret information that no one -- and I mean no one can see. I want you to retrieve this folder before Tony can disclose the information provided within. In short, I want you to dispose of Tony Millennia for me. Would you do it?

Again, the money is slid further into the direction of the person, who still hides in the shadows. Without saying a single word, the person's right hand is emitted from the shadows, grabs ahold of the money and stares it over.

Corey Page: I know you can do it. Now, will you?

The person stuffs the money into their pants pocket and walks off, giving Corey an answer without muttering a word. Only Corey and Kitty remain in the dim office.

Corey Page: Good.

Kitty Extreme: Uhm... what does Tony have, anyhow?

Speechless, Corey stares at Kitty, hushing her.

Corey Page: It's nothing for you to worry about, my preciousssss...

Kitty steps back.

Kitty Extreme: ...Huh...?! What the...?!

Corey Page: It's nothing; don't worry.

Kitty Extreme: Uhm... okay.

With that, the scene fades out, last showing Corey grope Kitty.

Destiny Daniels: Enjoying the wood?

Nikita looks at the meter stick and sets it down on a desk.

Nikita: Shut up. What do you need?

Destiny, outfitted in her contrasting teacher's outfit -- a white button-front shirt dangling from beneath a snugly tied sweater around her chest, a knee-length skirt floating down from her hips, and black pumps on her feet -- walks over to the desk, resting against the ledge as she draws her wig into a sloppy bun and adjusts her black-framed glasses.

Destiny Daniels: I need real shoes and a cigarette. (she lights up a Marlboro, dragging and inspecting Nikita)

Nikita: Sorry, I can't help you with that.

Nikita goes back to moving stuff around the room. She moves a small, portable chalk board and then some whiteboard markers, which she pulls off the cap and sniffs.

Nikita: These things always smelled great to me.

Destiny chuckles, blowing the smoke absently in gray, floating circles.

Destiny Daniels: Everybody's got a poison... Whatever helps you in the match, out there.

Nikita: ...I was just sayin'.

Nikita replaces the cap and sets the markers to the side. She turns back and leans against the desk along side with Destiny Daniels.

Nikita: So, Miss, my homework is done. What's on the agenda for today?

Destiny Daniels: Well, I certainly don't hope we're going to go out there and act like we're all peachy and shit. But we definitely can't be fighting each other like 16-year-olds.

Destiny drops the cigarette to the floor, stubbing it with the pointy toe of her heels. She then looks to Nikita.

Destiny Daniels: I say we work together for the sake of the match. Afterward, we'll go back to...uhh...what is it that we have?

Nikita rubs her eyes with one hand and shrugs. With the other, she pushes the meter stick closer to Destiny Daniels.

Nikita: Who knows, but regardless, (looking at Destiny) I think we'll make a fairly good team...tonight.

Nikita flashes Destiny a little smile.

Destiny Daniels: Agreed. (picking up the meter stick and twirling it) You know, school has taught me very little... I've picked up much more useful knowledge on the streets. And I know a much better use for this meter stick than measuring things...

Nikita: Yeah, I've picked up a thing or two in my time.

Nikita winks, begins to blush and leans back, pushing her chest out. She then quickly frowns before clearing her throat and sitting back up straight.

Nikita: But somehow I think we're talking about two very seperate things.

Destiny glances at the camera that has filmed their entire conversation and nods.

Destiny Daniels: Yeah, I think they've got a different idea, too.

Destiny then leads in to whisper something into Nikita's ear. Nikita begins to nod and smirk. Just then, Ace Rodgers comes walking into the classroom, interrupting Nikita and Destiny Daniels. Nikita grabs the meter stick for a second and looks at ace.

Nikita: Hey Ace, come here. I want to measure something on you.

She takes a look at the meter stick and hands it back to Destiny before rummaging through a pencil case on the desk. Finally, she pulls out a 6-inch ruler, broken in half and shows it to Ace.

Nikita: I think this will do.

As Nikita pushes herself off the desk and makes her way towards Ace, he frowns, bows his head and backs out of the room. The camera fades with Nikita and Destiny laughing.

Tournament Match Round 1 - Match A

             

Her partner, Nikita, makes her way out next, only to stand near the corner of the ring, observing her partner, uneasy about Corey Page's decision to team her with someone she fought with at the last card. However, her attention is diverted towards the entrance once John Thomas and Fury come out to the ring, side-by-side and prepare for the match.

Nikita decides to start the match, using her quick wits and technical skills to outlast Fury, who quickly tags out; thanks to a series of armdrags, dropkicks and finally an armbar. Sadly, the same fate befalls John Thomas, who soon drops to the ground thanks to a spin wheel kick from Nikita, followed by a springboard moonsault.

Oddly enough, Nikita and Destiny perform quite well as a tag team, as each woman make quick tags in-and-out, using their speed to keep control over John Thomas, who faces a barrage of kicks from Destiny Daniels; which is pretty impressive, since she is wearing heels. Unfortunately her heels catch up with her and bite her in the ass, as she goes to charge into the corner with a clothesline onto John Thomas, only to have him out-maneuver her, kick her in the gut and then gutbuster her.

Fortunately, after John Thomas tags out to Fury, Destiny is able to find an opening... sort of. When Fury goes to backdrop her, she bounces off the ropes, knees him in the face, removes one of her heels and throws it at his face, knocking him silly. Rolling to her corner, she swiftly tags out to Nikita, who climbs to the top rope and flies off, connecting with a flying dropkick to Fury, seconding that with a standing corkscrew senton and a cover.

Luckily for Fury, John Thomas comes to his aide and tugs Nikita off him with a handful of hair. He then follows up with a snap suplex, but Destiny, who is now on her feet on the apron takes offense with this. Storming inside, she immediately targets John Thomas, knocking him away from Nikita, who manages to pull herself up her feet, well aware of an incoming clothesline attempt from Fury.

Ducking beneath Fury's furious attack, she almost causes a collision between the referee and Fury, which the referee is able to stop, just in the nick of time, by holding Fury off. Coincidentally, he cannot fend off the dropkick to Fury's back from Nikita, forcing the referee to bump into the turnbuckle pads, knocking him off his game.

Realizing the referee's condition, Destiny hurries over to the meterstick that is laying on the apron, picks it up and turns her attention to John Thomas, who comes stumbling out of the corner, she had trapped him in.

Crack!

She bashes it across his skull, knocking him back against the turnbuckles and onto the floor.

A bumbling Fury catches her eye, next.

Crack!

A meter stick shot to his head, as well. This officially breaks the meter stick into two pieces, allowing one piece to fly into the audience, while she heaves the piece in her hand out to the floor. She points at Nikita and then points at the turnbuckle pads, beckoning Nikita to do some sort of move.

Taking Destiny's words in stride, Nikita turns towards the turnbuckle pads and wastes little time in climbing them. Up on top, she measures Fury up and dives off, hitting her move, The Aura, while Destiny slingshots planchas herself out onto John Thomas, who had been on the floor.

Going for the cover, Nikita hooks Fury's leg...

...1...2...3!

Not bad for two women who brawled for the Chris Extreme Memorial Trophy at the last card. They both advance in the odd tag team tournament, but not before taking a moment to celebrate in the ring. Taking off her other heel, Destiny throws it into the audience, allowing for some lucky fan to walk away with it.

Nikita waits for Destiny to turn around and then extends her hand in a handshake. After some tense moments, Destiny briefly acknowledges her, but just as quickly pulls away and walks to the back, followed closely by Nikita. Sadly for John Thomas and Fury, their chance for the World Title ends here.
Winners: Destiny Daniels and Nikita

Nikita returns to her locker room after her match. Her locker room looks just like a classroom, with desk and chalkboard to match. As she fixes herself up, she looks over at the desk and notices someone sitting down in one of the desk with his hand raised. It's Stryker Graff sitting in the front row dressed in his own little school uniform on and that trademark grin on his face. Nikita seemed anything but happy to see him.

Stryker Graff: I'm ready for today's lesson, Miss Nikita.

 Nikita: Today's lesson is get the fuck out. I know it's a hard concept for you, but it's about time you learn.

Nikita begins to walk towards the door.

Stryker Graff: Nikita wait. Come on now... You and I haven't really had to chance to talk like we used to in the good ol' days. And seeing as though you and Destiny have been kicking my ass lately, I just thought now would be a good time to, I don't know... catch up. 

Nikita: We used to talk? Heh, yeah, we have been kicking your ass lately, huh?

Nikita begins to chuckle to herself before regaining her composure again

Stryker Graff: See... I can still make you laugh. Now why don't we put an end to this whole love/hate thing we have we one another and let's try something new shall we?

Nikita: Love? What kind of awful crack are you on? Come on, Styker. Take a step back into reality. You're just in some fantasy land because you're so upset about me always kicking your sorry ass.

Stryker Graff: Maybe that's what's it's been. I get so confused sometimes. But seriously Niki, you and Destiny have been putting one hell of a beating on me since Sin got back off the ground and I must say I'm impressed. And what impresses me even more is the fact you two honestly think you're going to go on and win not only the tag team championships, but one of you will be the World Champion. For some reason... you two think that you're going to take my title. Am I right?

Nikita: Get it straight. I am going to take "your" title. Nothing will stop me. The fact it was taken away from you makes it so much sweeter, too. But, to the point; deal with it.

Stryker Graff: Oh I'm "dealing" with it quite well if you ask me. Like the rest of you, Corey thought me being World Champion was a joke and stripping me of my title was a "business" descision. That's fine. I'm a team player. I'll win my title back. It's just a shame that I'm going to have to go through two of the most beautiful women to ever step in a wrestling ring. I would be devastated if I ever did anything to scar your beauty. You know that. 

Being annoyed more than enough, Nikita slips off the desk and places her hands on his and leans down.

Nikita: Okay, enough of your really shitty attempts to scare me. You're dismissed.

Stryker Graff: Come on "Teach". You should know me better than that. I would never try to scare you because I know that you don't fear anyone. True? Nikita is fearless... Correct? No one can touch the woman who is The End of the World... Am I right?

Nikita stands up and takes half a step back.

Nikita: ...yeah, exactly.

Stryker stood up from his desk, chuckling to himself. He moved in closer to Nikita, but she only took a step back for every step he took forward. Stryker stood his ground and just stared at Nikita, grinning. 

Stryker Graff: Out of all the people in this company, you still think you can lie to me, huh? That's cute.

Nikita just stands there and stares directly into Stryker's eyes, saying nothing. She clenches a fist, but continues glaring at him.

Stryker Graff: I know you want to hit me, but you only want to do that because, sadly for you, I know more about you, than you want me to. 

Nikita: What are you talking about?

Stryker Graff: I have a match to get ready for and as you already said... Class is dismissed.

Stryker turns to walk away, but he doesn't get far before Nikita grabs his arm and turns him around.

Nikita: Are you retarded or something? Answer the question.

Stryker Graff: If you were this determined in the other aspects of your life... Maybe you would have found Brandon's killer by now.

Nikita stares hard at Stryker and grips his arm as hard as possible before clenching her teeth.

Nikita: What did you say?

Stryker Graff: Like I said... Class dismissed.

Stryker snatched his arm away from Nikita and with his trademark grin, walked out of the locker room.

Travis Miller: Travis Miller has just entered your mother's anus and is now shitting inside of her.

...Yep.

Travis Miller: I'm being forced to team with that douchebag, Mike Phantasy, and I'm also forced to marry some... Cock! What the fuck is up with this shit? At least I'll be able to face Tony Millennia one-on-one again.

He pauses, thinking to himself, almost worrying.

Travis Miller: ...But I'm being forced to marry this Cock fellow! What the hell?! There has to be away out of th....ii........s...ss........

Suddenly, Miller's eyes roll up into the back of his head and he collapses, revealing the form of Cock, who is holding a hypodermic needle in his right hand, grinning wildly. Hoisting Miller up onto his shoulders, Cock walks off. Oh, and it should be mentioned that he is dressed in a wedding dress. Go figure.

Tournament Match Round 1 - Match B

             

Out next, carrying the Purity Title around his waist, is Mike Phantasy, who happens to argue with almost every fans as he walks down the aisle. Of course, he is followed by Tony Millennia, who was attacked by Mike Phantasy last week, and who also stole something precious from Corey Page's office. Once Tony gets inside, the match immediately starts with Tony and Mike staring each other down.

Both Tony and Mike exchange blows, while Cock gets in Tony's corner, looking as if he wants to get this match over. Mike Phantasy soon takes the upperhand, as he flips his way to safety from a back-suplex attempt, and dropkicks Tony Millennia, sending him into the turnbuckle pads, chest-first. When he rolls back, Mike Phantasy schoolboys him...

...1...2...

The win doesn't come that easy, as Tony kicks out, angering Mike Phantasy and aggravating Cock.

Lifting Tony up, Mike blasts him into the corner with some stiff forearm shots and soon goes to whip him out, only to have it reversed. Smashing against the turnbuckles, Mike Phantasy is soon faced with a running clothesline into the corner from Tony, who follows that up with a bulldog, jamming Mike's face onto the canvas. He rolls him over and goes for the cover...

...1...2...

This time, it's Mike who kicks out, showing exactly why he's the Purity Champion.

Grabbing Mike by the hair, Tony lifts him up, gives him some punches and then positions him into a standing headscissors. He goes to lift his opponent up into a piledriver position, only to have it reversed and backdropped, being sent high into the air.

Cock, on the other hand, sees this latest reversal, shakes his head and hops down off Tony's side of the apron and walks towards a still-unconscious Travis Miller. Propping Miller up onto his shoulder, Cock walks to the back, leaving a confused Tony and Phantasy to continue their fight.

Their confusion doesn't last forever, though. Seconds later, Mike yanks Tony up by his hair, knees him in the face and goes for the Phantasize kick... which misses. Swinging Mike around, Tony kicks him and attempts a suplex, only to have Mike reverse his way out of it, landing on his feet. With his back to the ropes, Mike turns Tony around, knees him in the groin and tries for a suplex of his own.

This attempt brings nothing but turmoil for both men, as they both tumble over the top rope and land on the floor, where they start punching each other from a kneeling position. Mike bashes Tony's skull off the apron, steps back and then charges at him, only to receive a backdrop onto the floor from Tony.

Sadly, both men get counted out, thus neither of them advance in the tournament. When Tony finds this out, he casually walks to the back, not caring much for the decision. Mike Phantasy is the antithesis of this casual behaviour. Unlike Tony, Mike rolls into the ring, holding his title, and confronts the referee. When he doesn't get the answer he desires, he knocks the referee out with the Phantasize kick, leaving him down-and-out.

Upset and jeered, Mike Phantasy angrily walks to the backstage area, passing the curtain.
Winner: n/a (double countout)

Xander Gates: Do you want to do this, now?

Cock: Yes, yes!

Tito and Dane Slice follow behind Cock, offering their service.

Xander Gates: Fine. Let's do this.

Cock heaves Miller on the ground, steps back and motions for Tito and Dane Slice to "hum" the 'Wedding Song'.

Tito/Dane Slice: [in unison] Hmmm hmm... hmmm hmm hmmmm... a-hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... a-hmmmm...

Trying to be pretty, Cock walks down the aisle, passing a row of desks, while Dane Slice walks into a classroom, grabs some flowers off a teacher's desk and returns, handing them over to Cock.

Tito: [with a lisp] Oh my! He looks beaaaauuutttifulll!

Watching all of this, Xander Gates shakes his head and rolls his eyes. Cock arrives in front of him, standing next to Travis Miller, who is laying on his back.

Xander Gates: All right. We...

He looks around at Tito, Dane Slice and Jason Lord, who is witnessing the event.

Xander Gates: ...are gathered here, today, to celebrate the union of Travis Miller and... Cock. Cock, do you wish to cherish...

Cock: [interrupting] Excuse me, "Father", but I've got my own words to say.

Xander Gates: Fine. Whatever. Go ahead.

Cock clears his throat, preparing to speak.

Cock: Travis Miller, I've loved you since I first met you... our battles over the Penis Title were treeeemendoussssss! Your ass... your pretty, pretty ass... oh my... I could just lick it. Let me lick it right now.

Xander holds Cock back.

Xander Gates: Save it for the honeymoon, please.

Cock: Fine, fine. Miller, with my ring, I promise to hold you, care for you and bathe you. "I do."

Xander Gates: Uh, we're not at the "I Do" part yet. But whatever. Miller, do you take Cock to love, cherish, hold, honor... lick, obey.... suck... God, I can't believe I'm doing this.

Dane Slice whispers, trying to imitate Travis Miller.

Dane Slice: [pretending to be Miller] I do!

Xander Gates: Good. I now pronounce you "Man and... Cock!" Now get out of my sight, you're sickening me.

Tito blows a penis-shaped horn, celebrating the wedding, while Dane Slice helps Cock to lift Travis Miller back up onto his shoulder.

Cock: Miller, you may now kiss the bride!

The newlyweds, Tito and Dane Slice all make their exit through the stage door, with Cock taking Miller on his honeymoon.

Mike Phantasy: What the...?! Unf...

Like a sack of bricks, Mike falls into the pile of crates, which is ironic, considering he was just heaving them around like no one's business. In the meantime, the cameraman's camera lays on the floor, still recording what is occuring.

The attacker hovers over Mike Phantasy, kicking and stomping at him, almost appearing to try and damage his arm. Taking one of the crates, the attacker lifts it above their head, only to throw it down onto Mike's arm/elbow region.

Mike Phantasy: Auuuughhhhh! Fuck!

Unleashing a cry of pain, Mike still has no idea who is attacking him, as he clutches onto his title, not letting it go, despite the attacks. Seemingly finished with Mike, the attacker steps back and walks away; with the camera not once catching a glimpse of this person. Mike Phantasy, concurrently, holds his right arm, screaming out in pain.

Tournament Match Round 1 - Match C

             

Standing back, Xander Gates points at Jason Lord, telling him to start the match, while Xander takes a seat on the floor, getting a round of jeers for this action. Billy Badson, who has recently seen Xander Gates' actions in NEWA, shakes his head in disgust and decides to start the match off for his team, which Trent Turner calmly obliges.

Once the bell sounds, Billy and Jason lock up, with Jason Lord's power playing into his favor. He is able to back the older man into the corner and strike him with chops and forearms, keeping him trapped and unable to make his way out. This continues for a little while longer, which results in Jason hitting Billy with a side slam, vertical suplex and even a big boot. Jason goes to make the cover after the tremendous kick-to-the-face.

...1...2...

The elusive three is not made, as Billy is able to place his foot on the bottom rope, continuing the match for he and Turner.

Billy Badson is placed in a seated position on the top turnbuckle, a place where he is not used to being, and has Jason Lord climb up with him. However, utilizing his instincts, Badson blocks any sort of move from being made and instead claws at Jason Lord's eyes, blinding him. Finally, after a stiff shot to the jaw, Billy knocks him off the turnbuckles and forces him to splatter all the way down to the canvas.

He cripples his way down off the turnbuckle pads and slowly crawls over towards Trent Turner, who has his hand extended. In a matter of seconds, Billy Badson is able to reach out and tag in Trent Turner, who is fresh and ready to go, delivering some elbows and knees to Jason Lord.

As all of this is happening inside of the ring, Xander Gates remains on the floor, seated in the chair, shaking his head, watching as Trent Turner retains control of the match, hitting a double-underarm DDT and then a Shooting Star Press. Xander doesn't even bother to move from his chair, as Trent picks Lord up and easily manhandles him, dropping him on his head with a brainbuster. It's only a matter of time before Jason Lord waddles to his feet and walks directly into a standing fireman's carry, allowing Trent Turner to hit the "True Talent" Death Valley Driver on him. Soon enough, the cover is made and the count begins...

...1...2...3!

Not once does Xander flinch from his position as the count is made. Trent, meanwhile, will go on to face Nikita and the girl who he has been seen with lately, Destiny Daniels, later tonight; alongside Billy Badson, of course.

After the match, Billy congratulates Trent Turner, who calmly accepts the greeting, while Xander Gates slides into the ring, holding the chair. As Trent and Billy walk off, Xander goes to measure up Jason Lord, who staggers to his feet, waiting to bash the chair into his skull.

Oddly, when Jason does stand, Xander shakes his head -- as if Jason Lord isn't worth it. Instead, he grabs Jason by the scruff of his neck and heaves him over the top rope and onto the floor. Walking to the back, leaving Jason Lord at the ringside area, Xander looks as if he has other things on his mind.
Winner: Trent Turner/Billy Badson

Tournament Match Round 1 - Match D

             

A row of fire and fireworks go off and Flame slowly walks to the ring with a fire in his eyes -- figuratively, of course. Feeling more pumped-up in his SW career than he has ever felt before, he rolls into the ring, ready for his match to begin, waiting for his partner, Donovan to come down. Granted, Flame doesn't like Donovan, nor does he even know him, but when he comes to the ring, Flame and Donovan team together, but are sure to keep a certain distance.

Next, Stryker Graff comes out, alone, and without his girlfriend, whom we have seen in recent weeks. Nevertheless, he looks over his shoulder, awaiting for his partner, who has not yet been revealed. In a moment's time, however, the fans rise to their feet, amazed at who they see.

Shane Donovan, who had been out of Sin Wrestling since February's pay per view, Lust, pushes his way out through the curtains, amazing not only the fans, but the dastardly Stryker Graff, as well. Graff, the consumately hated individual stands back, slack-jawed, and motions for Shane Donovan to roll into the ring, which Shane shrugs off. Making his way past Stryker, Shane rolls into the ring, where he is immediately attacked by Donovan, who doesn't show much empathy towards the returning SW star.

The two Donovans obviously start things off, with "The Dream Walker" getting the upperhand, thanks to his pre-match attack on Shane. Right away, he whips Shane into the ropes and hits a terrific samoan drop, which he transforms into a cross-armbar, but Shane, knowing his whereabouts is able to deliver a series of knees to Donovan's head and neck area, finding a proper release.

Standing up, Shane showers Donovan with plenty more knees, even whipping him into the ropes and catching him with a flying forearm upon his return. As a result, an upset Donovan rolls into his corner and angrily tags out to Flame, who looks displeased with Donovan's attempt.

When Flame steps in, he and Shane go face-to-face; shot-for-shot. When Shane tries for an Exploder Suplex, Flame is able to quickly find his way out of it, hammering him with a flurry of elbows to the back of the head, which Shane does not like. Kind of dazed, Shane releases his grip and bounces off the ropes, only to witness Flame extending his arm for a clothesline attempt. Thinking wisely, Shane sidesteps the attack and crucifixes Flame, rolling him up, only to get a 2-count.

Both men kick up to their feet; and again, Shane charges at Flame, ducking underneath a back-elbow attempt. As he bounces off the ropes, though, Stryker Graff reaches out and makes a blind tag, upsetting Shane Donovan. Doing his best innocent stance, Stryker holds his hands up in the air and quickly charges inside, while the referee forces Shane Donovan out.

Once inside, Stryker Graff takes full control of the match, hitting Flame with a high knee, leaping at Donovan with a fist, knocking him off the apron; he even picks Flame up and delivers an astounding reverse Death Valley Driver, which surely knocks Flame loopy. He goes for a cover...

...1...2...

But Flame finds the strength to continue on. Aggravated that one of his bigger moves didn't keep Flame down, Stryker stumbles around the ring, kneedrops Flame and rises once more. Again, he staggers around, measuring Flame up, but when he goes to dart forward, Shane Donovan reaches out and slaps him on the shoulder, tagging himself in.

Stryker, who recently has had problems with Nikita and Destiny Daniels, doesn't find this too funny; but nevertheless, the referee forces him out, while Shane comes in and goes to work on Flame, who is dying to tag out. Right away, Shane drags Flame away from his corner, hoping to keep him grounded. Holding onto Flame's right leg, Shane Donovan slowly allows for Flame to stand, which is a big mistake -- as it allows Flame to connect with an enziguiri to the side of Shane's head, knocking him to the mat.

Upon seeing this, Stryker Graff shakes his head and turns away from the match, denying Shane a tag-out. Coincidentally, Donovan does the same thing to Flame, who, after being beaten on in the match, wishes to tag out. Ironically, neither man can tag out, so they both get up and return to slugging it out with each other. The action picks up a bit, with clotheslines thrown, DDTs made and a powerslam hit by Flame, who fires back after reversing a neckbreaker attempt from Shane Donovan, hitting a swinging neckbreaker of his own.

Eventually, both men wind up near their own partners, who still refuse to tag in, and stand opposite of each other. At approximately the same time, Flame and Shane charge at each other, but both men miss their targets and instead, go flying towards their opponent's partner -- Flame striking Stryker Graff with a clubbing forearm blow; and Shane striking Donovan with a stiff punch to the jaw. Right away, Flame and Shane turn back around and charge at each other -- and they purposely miss each other, allowing them to finally tag their partner.

Both Stryker Graff and Donovan are steamed and at first, refuse to enter; particularly Stryker. However, after some stalling, Stryker finally enters the ring and brawls with Donovan. Both men try to hit their moves -- Donovan whips Stryker into the ropes, looking for his spinebuster, only to receive a kick to the face; which quickly causes Stryker to try and hit the Grave Digger. Aware of this, Donovan pushes Stryker off, forcing him to smash up against Flame, knocking him off the apron.

Not looking the least bit sorry, Stryker turns around, realizing Donovan is making a clothesline-attempt. Side-stepping this, Stryker clinches into Donovan and immediately drops him down with the Grave Digger. Quickly, he covers Donovan, while his partner, Shane, looks on from the outside, not entering to help the cover.

...1...2...3!

As soon as the three is made, Stryker rolls out of the ring, grabs a chair and flings it at Shane Donovan's direction, only to have Shane side-step it and allow the chair to crash safely on the floor. Stryker walks to the back, glad that he has won, but angry at the fact that Shane Donovan is his partner.

Speaking of Shane, she calmly salutes the fans as he walks to the back, knowing that he automatically advances past the next round, due to a "bye", giving him the chance for he and Stryker to fight for the Tag Titles... and a chance at the World Title.

Donovan, the victim of Stryker's Grave Digger, climbs to his feet, not knowing what to do... when Flame rolls into the ring, upset at the loss and throws a fireball at him, revealing his recent penchant of setting people on fire.

The scent of burning flesh clear in the air, Flame walks off, leaving Donovan down in a scarred mess.
Winner: Stryker Graff/Shane Donovan

Just like before, the fallen camera catches a glimpse of someone relentlessly attacking Stryker, but not once showing anything above their legs. Taking a steel bar, the attacker jams it into Stryker's ribs and then bashes it off Stryker's head, almost bending it. Luckily for Stryker, a voice rings through the halls.

Voice: Hey! What's going on over there?!

...Unfortunately, it's the voice of Flame, who walks into the scene. Upon realizing this, the attacker scatters off, leaving Stryker in a crumpled mess, right next to Flame, who has just lost to Stryker Graff and Shane Donovan. Helping Stryker up into a seated position, Flame checks on the person who just beat him.

Flame: Are you okay?

Stryker Graff: Uhm... uh... yes... who the hell did this?!

Flame: I have no clue.

Stryker Graff: Ugh... I should get to a hospital...

Flame: Not yet.

Taking the remnants of the steel bar, Flame bashes it over Stryker's skull, knocking him unconscious. Whistling to himself, he grabs Stryker by his right leg and slides him away.

Fade out.

Hoisting Stryker Graff up, Flame is able to tie him to the post on the stage. When that's complete, he walks off-stage and comes back, carrying a can of gasoline in his left hand. In his right hand, he is carrying several school books, which he throws at Stryker Graff and places a few more at his feet, setting them up to be set on fire, much to the joy of the fans.

Casually, Flame pours the fluid on the books and motions to the fans, who shout out in agreement. He then lights a match and drops it down on the books, watching as they burn at Stryker's feet. Ironically, the heat from the flames is enough to revive Stryker, who becomes aware of his position and the danger that is around him.

Noticing that Stryker has regained his senses, Flame quickly grabs his can of gasoline and goes to dump it all over Stryker, but not before Stryker can kick Flame in the gut, forcing him to drop the cannister. Gathering all the strength that he can muster, Stryker breaks loose from the ropes that bound his wrists and attacks Flame, angered at the attack by the mysterious assailant and disturbed by the fact that Flame was about to set him on fire.

Showing no mercy, Stryker kicks and punches at Flame, who tries to fight back, but is stunned when his face is blasted off the side of the gymnasium wall. Taking control of the situation, Stryker grabs Flame by the head of his hair, points at the fans, the flames and at a table that lays below the stage. Hauling Flame across the stage, he flings him off the stage, hurling him through the air; forcing him to somersault and crash through the table and onto the floor.

Dazed, Stryker stands on the stage, soaking up the jeers from the fans, while walking away, presumably to the backstage area. Several officials arrive on the scene with fire hydrants and extinguish the flames, while tending to Flame, who is laying in the broken remnants of the table, unsuccessful at his attempt at setting fire to Stryker Graff.

Tournament Match Round 2

             

A single spotlight shines towards the entrance, thus bringing out Nikita and Destiny, who is now decked out in steel-toe boots, a much wiser decision consdering her troubles while wearing high heels earlier in the night. When the duo reach the ringside area, Nikita decides to start things off and rolls inside, ready to take on Trent Turner, someone who has recently taken a liking to Destiny Daniels.

No wonder Destiny opted for Nikita to go first...

...or is this just a clever strategy? Hmmm...

Nevertheless, Nikita and Trent Turner instantly lock-up, with Trent getting the best of her, taking her down and commencing to wear her down, hoping to disable her ability og flight by working on her legs/knee area. Delivering a series of stomps and knee-to-knee action, Trent gives a quick tag out to Billy Badson, who has a good background is ground-based attacks. Badson, much to everyone's surprise, neglects the submission and decides to pinch Nikita's butt, startling her even more.

Perverse thoughts race through Billy Badson's mind, as Nikita crawls into the corner, hoping to avoid any dirty ol' man tactics, but she is caught off-guard by a chop from Billy that comes quite close to her breasts. Blood running to his wrinkled old penis, Billy Badson positions Nikita in the center of the ring, puckers up and kisses her. He whips her across the ring and tries for a backdrop, only to receive a kneelift for his efforts.

Thanks to having his mind elsewhere, Billy Badson is prone to a vertical moonsault from Nikita, who leaps off the top rope, taking Billy down. In an ironic and sad twist of fate, Nikita lands harshly on her leg -- the same one that Trent Turner had previously worked on, thus injuring it even more.

Knowing that she should tag out and rest her leg, Nikita crawls over to her corner and tags in Destiny Daniels, who wastes little time in leaping over the top rope, going right after the old timer, who can barely protect himself from the steel-toed kick, thanks to the boots she is wearing. When he does catch her, though, he manages to tackle her with a double-leg takedown, which he soon converts into a spinning toehold.

Just like with Nikita, perverse thoughts find their way back into Billy's dirty old mind. Reaching down, he tries to grab some of Destiny's ass, but she kicks him away, using her boots to gain leverage. Now aloof, Billy Badson stumbles off, allowing Destiny to snap back up to her feet and dropkick Badson, knocking him into his corner, where he tags in Trent Turner.

Calmly, Trent steps inside of the ring and stares at Destiny, knowing that business is business. Quite gingerly, they lock-up, with Trent taking control, only to have Destiny apply a headscissors, finding her way out of the headlock. Trent snaps back up and looks for a baseball slide dropkick, but to no avail; Destiny rolls back to safety. Right away, she springs upwards and tries to clothesline Trent, but he ducks it. He also ducks a roundhouse kick attempt, allowing him to apply a half-nelson from behind. From here, he is able to sling Destiny forward and bring her down onto his knees with a double-knee gutbuster, while falling to his back.

Impressed that these two actually go after each other, the audience claps, promoting everyone involved in the match. After a bridging German suplex, Trent tries to get the pinfall victory over Destiny...

...1...2...

Before the three can be made, Nikita leaps off the top rope, landing a 450 splash onto Trent, halting the count. Upon seeing this, Billy Badson steps inside and drags Nikita away by her hair, eventually throwing her to the floor. In due time, the referee loses all control of the match.

After Billy dumps Nikita to the floor, Destiny rises back to her feet, shakes off the prior damage done to her and flies towards Badson, knocking him over the top rope and onto the floor with a spinning kick, forcing him to land right next to Nikita, who slowly rises. When Destiny turns around, she goes to leap up onto Trent's shoulders, looking for a hurricanrana, but he hangs on, not allowing her to go over.

Having Destiny straddling his head and on his shoulders, Trent steps near the ropes, where Billy Badson and Nikita are slugging it out on the floor. Trent throws Destiny off, but she manages to twirl her body around, reversing Trent's powerbomb to the floor into a moonsault plancha out onto the floor, knocking down Billy Badson.

As only Trent remains in the ring, he observes the carnage on the floor and prepares for a dive of his own. He bounces off the furthest set of ropes, about to spring back with tremendous force, when he is cut-off by Nikita, who quickly scurries up onto the apron, springboards off the top rope and flies into the ring with a dropkick to Trent's gut, hunching him over. She even manages to gourdbuster Trent Turner onto the ropes, forcing him into a guillotine position over the top rope. Climbing to the top turnbuckle, she dives off, hitting a somersault flying legdrop to the back of Trent's neck, sending him sprawling back into the ring.

Having the fans firmly on her side, Nikita locks in her submission hold, The End, but the referee doesn't bother checking on Trent, for she isn't the legal woman. However, while the referee is informing her of this fact, Destiny Daniels manages to roll into the ring, taking advantage of the situation, by instantaneously locking in her hold, The Cottonmouth.

Having both The End and The Cottonmouth locked on, Trent Turner has no other decision but to submit; or otherwise face broken bones.

Victorious, Nikita slides out of the ring, glad to have won the match, while Destiny Daniels stands over Trent Turner, who is holding random parts of his body, feeling the wrath of both women. She shrugs her shoulders as if to say "Sorry" and walks off, stepping to the backstage area in the gym.

As Billy Badson rolls inside, he helps Trent Turner up and apologizes for not being able to help him. Trent takes offense with this, though, as he slaps Billy Badson, gives him the middle-finger and walks off; not liking the older generation of wrestlers and their abilities, perhaps.

Badson, meanwhile, looks shocked over what just happened, as he can only watch as Trent makes his way to the back to a mixture of boos and jeers. Somber, he exits the ring, slaps the hands of a few ringside fans and walks to the back, not particularly enjoying the embarassment of what just occured.
Winners: Destiny Daniels/Nikita

but underneath we're not so tough

Tony Millennia: I know the night is dying to a close and that you're all ready to go home, but before any of you go anywhere, I have some important news to deliver to all of you.

The fans in the gymnasium who were about to get up and leave promptly sit back down, wanting to hear what he is going to talk about.

Tony Millennia: Last week, I was confronted by your owner, "Corey Page"...

Yes, he even makes the quotes with his fingers.

Tony Millennia: Suffice to say, I was taken back by what that fucktard had to say. He rambled on about me deserving to get my ass kicked and started jabbering something about stealing Morgana away from him.

Tony rolls his eyes.

Tony Millennia: Right away, I thought this was odd... why? Because Morgana has never ever dated Corey Page. Second of all, Corey Page is known to deliver some confusing promos, but what he said and did last week was just insane. Therefore, I got to thinking... and I got to searching... and I got to stalking. With my ribs bandaged, I exited my locker-room and headed towards Corey Page's office, soon after I heard he was fucking Kitty.

Whistles and cat-calls from the juvenile audience are heard.

Tony Millennia: When Corey exited the room, I entered. Sure, it smelled like awful, but I survived! Yes, I survived and I found what I was looking for. I found a folder. Inside this folder was something that confirmed my suspicions for weeks now. You see, "Corey Page" is not who you all think he is. The person in the back, currently calling all the shots, is not who you all think he is.

A hush falls over the audience, as they have no clue what Tony is talking about.

Tony Millennia: You see, Corey Page is...

"NO!!!!!"

A resounding shout comes from behind the curtain, which Corey Page soon passes. In a hurry, he races to the ring and rolls inside, getting in Tony's face.

Corey Page: You shut your mouth. You don't know what you're talking about, you dirtfuck.

Snickering, Tony stands back, taking it all in stride.

Corey Page: You had no right taking that folder and you have no right out here now. So, get your ass to the back before I fire you!

Tony Millennia: Fire me?! Hey, you can't fire me; you don't even own this place.

Confused, everyone in the audience is abuzz.

Corey Page: The fuck I do.

Tony Millennia: Oh yeah?

Corey Page: Oh yeah!

Tony Millennia: Well, what I read in that folder says otherwise. In fact, what I read in that folder tells me you're not even Corey Page...!

Confusion spreads even deeper.

Tony Millennia: Come to think of it, you are......

THUMP!

Before Tony Millennia can finish his thought, he is struck from behind by a chair that knocks him to the ground. Standing above him is a grinning Corey Page, who looks across the ring at... Xander f'n Gates!

Going crazy with jeers, the fans boo the action in the ring, as Xander again crushes the chair against Tony's skull. Setting up the chair in a standing position, he lifts Tony up, pulls him in and sends him over with the "X Marks the Spot", crushing the chair and Tony Millennia.

Seeing this done, Corey Page pulls out a wad of cash from his pants and hands it over to Xander Gates, who smirks, nods and kicks Tony some more, while the fans throw garbage into the ring. Xander Gates may respect Tony Millennia, but he respects the almighty dollar even more.

What a way to end the show.

Fade out.