When the camera fades out the next time, the image is that of Corey Page already standing inside of the ring, surrounded by an arena full of fans. He is holding a microphone in his mouth, which he soon begins to speak into.

Corey Page: Welcome, everyone, to the Chris Extreme Memorial Show!

Not knowing what to do -- considering that Chris Extreme was one of the most hated men in SW -- the fans just sit there, some uttering an occasional jeer.

Corey Page: I know, I know. It's been nearly a year since the death of my pal, Chris Extreme; but this event has been a long-time coming! Chris Extreme was a great man, a proud man... Chris Extreme was a champion! A fighter! A...

As Corey goes on, the fans begin to boo even more, thereby stopping Corey in his tracks.

Corey Page: Ehhh... anyway, tonight, in honor of Chris Extreme, we will crown the... bring it out, boys...

Once that is said, two backstage workers bring out the former Sin Trophy/Mike Hall Memorial Cup; which is now entitled the "Chris Extreme Memorial Trophy".

Corey Page: The Chris Extreme Memorial Trophy!

At the sound of Chris Extreme, the fans begin to jeer.

Corey Page: Tonight, five men, two women and a Cock will have the chance to walk away with that! They'll follow in the footsteps of Gwenivere Jordan, the 2004 cup winner, and Casanova, the 2005 cup winner. In tonight's main event, we will have the winner of the two upcoming scramble matches, with the winner walking away with that trophy. Let's hear it for Chris Extreme!

Corey points the microphone towards the audience, hoping to get a cheer, but gets quite the opposite. Looking confused, he stumbles around the ring and moves on to his next idea.

Corey Page: I see. Well then, onto my next subject, I guess. That being the title situation. First, we have the Tag Titles. Don't worry about them, they'll get claimed sooner than later. Up next, we have the Lust Title. Thanks to my bravery, I was able to pluck that title away from the greasy hands of Danny Boy Vegas. Rest assured, that dumb bastard will never ever see the light of day after the lip he gave me.

Obviously, the fans boo that.

Corey Page: However, in the upcoming weeks, we will see a new Lust Champion crowned and in the name of Hitler, he's gonna earn it.

...And the fans boo the name of Hitler.

Corey Page: Jesus, you all need to calm down! This is my show... err... my promotion! You will like what I'll tell you to like!

It goes without saying that more jeers pour in.

Corey Page: You want to boo my announcements? Fine. Do it on another show. A show where we are not honoring a great man! But tonight, you will all shut up! Shut up and listen to my plan for the World Title!

They hush, but only for a bit.

Corey Page: Starting next week, 16 people from the roster -- my roster -- will be paired with someone who I deem fit. If they want a shot at the World Title, they will have to team with their partner and make it through the weeks, where the last team standing will square off with one another -- where the winner will take all. That's right, first you team with your partner for a few weeks, then you kick the shit out of him/her. Sounds great, doesn't it?

The fans actually cheer.

Corey Page: Good. With that done, let's get tonight's festivities underway.

Corey drops the microphone and points to the screen, where a tribute video to Chris Extreme starts playing to the tune of "I Will Remember You" by Sarah McLachlan.

Images of Chris Extreme's career rolls across the screen; including:

- His Sin Wrestling World Title win against Zimdela Brudon.
- Him dancing like a goddamn retard as "Hyperactive".
- Him defeating Corey Page in a steel cage match at Maximum Risk Wrestling, capturing his first World Title.

Up next, more random images of Chris Extreme's career are shown.

Images of Chris Extreme battling Casanova are shown now. Following that, an image of Chris Extreme and Morgana flickers across the screen, commemorating their failed union.

The last few images shown are that of Chris Extreme beating up random minorities. Finally, showing him in a close up, giving the Nazi hand signal. Fade out.

Scramble Match A
Destiny Daniels vs. Nikita vs. Cock vs. Flame

Once near the ring, Cock is slowly lowered down by the cabana boys. Cock gets an instant hard on at their FAB bodies, as Dane Slice then holds the ropes open for him to enter. Glitter begins to pour down as Cock strikes a quick pose for the crowd to a loud chorus of boos. Tito then enters the ring and simulates giving oral sex to Cock, before Cock "shoo"s him away, allowing the match to commence.

Lex Robinson: We're on the air; finally... after that long spiel from Corey Page, who has seemingly lost his mind.

Steve Hebert: It's going to be a cocktastic night, as evident by Cock making his way to the ring. However, Lex, Corey Page has not lost his mind. In fact, Corey Page has smartened up. It's been almost a year since the unfortunate demise of Chris Extreme, and you would think that we would have a memorial show sooner? Nope, not a chance. It's only now that we get to remember the career and life of Chris; we're months overdue.

Lex Robinson: Whatever. Chris Extreme doesn't deserve any respect. In fact, I'm glad he's gone. I hope he's rotting in hell right now... right next to Hitler.

Steve Hebert: Believe me, him and Hitler are getting drunk and roasting weiners right now. You gotta love Chris Extreme.

Lex Robinson: Hell no. This place is just nuts. We're closed for 6 months and now this... what the hell is going on here?!

Steve Hebert: What's going on is we have Cock in the ring, wanting to advance to fight for the CHRIS EXTREME MEMORIAL TROPHY!

Lex Robinson: Must you shout it out?

Steve Hebert: Yes, I must. It's an important event.

Lex Robinson: This is just a mockery.

The arena goes dark and whitish blue strobe lights flash to the beat of "Save Yourself" by Stabbing Westward, which erupts over the speakers in the arena. Nikita steps out onto the stage and then makes her way down to the ring.

Steve Hebert: Last time, we saw Cock return and go after the sweet, sweet ass of Travis Miller. We also saw Nikita duped not once, but twice, by Mike Phantasy. Haha, that was magic.

Lex Robinson: From scum-to-scum; Chris Extreme-to-Mike Phantasy. Yeah, he's a tool; and yeah, he choose the Purity Title...

Steve Hebert: Which has special rules that you'll all find out in the coming weeks, might I add.

Lex Robinson: But he won that by screwing over one of his allies. Someone who once aided him in capturing the number one contendership status for the World Title.

Steve Hebert: He was never able to cash that status in, though, Lex. So, it doesn't matter. It's all business in love and war, anyhow.

Lex Robinson: Yeah, I bet.

The arena goes black and a low hiss is heard.

the
destiny
show

Destiny whispers, "Your destiny awaits." and the music, "Maneater" by Nelly Furtado fades in harshly, cranked up to its highest setting possible.

Maneater, make you work hard! Make you spend hard!
Make you want all, of her love!
She's a maneater! Make you buy cars. Make you cut cords!
Make you fall, real hard in love!

Scarlet fireworks explode in chain up to the top of the entrance ramp, where the flames form a ring of fire from which Destiny emerges. She sways down the ring, an albino snake resting atop her shoulders.

You wish you never ever met her at all!
You wish you never ever met her at all!
You wish you never ever met her at all!
You wish you never ever met her at all!

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: Destiny is out next for our first Chris Extreme Memorial match. Of course, the winner will move on to tonight's main event to fight for that trophy, which currently lays near our entrance.

Steve Hebert: That bitch beat Stryker Graff at Rebirth, too. Only because of that idiot referee, Tony Millennia, though.

Lex Robinson: Uhm, if you remember correctly, it was Stryker Graff that disqualified himself. First, he hit the referee, Tony Millennia in the skull with a chair; and then he used that same chair to blast across Destiny's head.

Steve Hebert: That's not how I remember it.

Lex Robinson: You're clearly retarded.

Steve Hebert: I know you are, but what am I?

Lex sighs, for what surely will be the first of many tonight. As a loud booming sound is heard, the music of "Broken" by Seether and Amy Lee hits the PA system. Suddenly, a voice can be heard being emitted from it...

"I am the one that you dream about."

On the large screen, the face of Hecate is shown, slowly fading away only to reveal her tombstone. Standing next to the tombstone is Flame, who can be seen with a tear dropping from his face, which soon turns from sorrow to pain. Without warning, the flashing stops and silence covers the arena. Once again, a booming sound is heard and fire shoots from the turnbuckle pads, revealing Flame standing in the middle of the ring, the crowd lightning up with excitement, due to his presence.

Steve Hebert: I bring you the most emo man on the face of the planet... Flame! He's flaming, Lex.

Lex Robinson: His warpaint is on. He finally got out of his rut of losses by defeating Wargod at Rebirth, and he'll look to continue on to tonight's main event, ready to walk away with that trophy. That Sin Trophy, which was held by Casanova and Gwenivere Jordan.

Steve Hebert: Jeesh. Call it what it is, Lex. The Chris Extreme Memorial Trophy.

Lex Robinson: Never, ever.

Steve Hebert: Fine. Be that way, heathen.

All 4 competitors stand in the ring, laying about in their neutral corners. The first to move out is Cock, who motions towards both Destiny and Nikita, drawing them close.

Lex Robinson: Cock is requesting both Nikita and Destiny to come forward.

Steve Hebert: He's giving them that "come hither" look, too. I think he's trying to form some of diva alliance...

Lex Robinson: I think you're right. He's pointing at him, Destiny and Nikita; and then he glares and points at Flame.

Steve Hebert: What a Cock. He reminds me of the Flesh Gordon movies, for some reason.

Lex Robinson: I can see why.

After his diva alliance is proposed, Cock galliantly turns around and faces Flame, giving him a smirk, while licking his lips. Thinking he has a safe alliance formed, Cock is quickly taken back when Destiny unleashes a lethal barrage of martial arts kicks on his legs, midsection and finally finishing him off with a leaping spin kick, connecting right in the jaw, knocking him flat on his back.

Steve Hebert: That lying bitch!

Lex Robinson: Hey, it's every man -- and woman -- for themselves!

Steve Hebert: This is ridiculous. At least Nikita will stop this.

Moving in, Nikita grabs Destiny by the hair and pulls her away from Cock, by throwing Destiny across the ring. However, Cock's safety is soon put into jeopardy as Nikita now begins to furiously stomp at Cock's arms and legs.

Steve Hebert: What the Jesus! What a dumb bitch! He was going to offer them safety... an alliance... a giant cock, but now this happens! Dane Slice and Tito are enraged on the floor and are throwing a homongous hissy-fit. Hell, they are queening out.

Lex Robinson: It should have been expected. It's all I'm sayin'.

Steve Hebert: You shut your mouth. As Cock is being stomped, Flame just stands in the corner, laughing at his expense. How awful and sad.

Lex Robinson: What's sad is your defense of Cock... who nearly raped and molested Travis Miller at Rebirth.

Steve Hebert: Hey, he's just a squirrel trying to get a nut... or trying to bust a nut... or trying to lick some nuts. One of those.

Feeling disdain for having Nikita pull her away, Destiny storms up behind her foe, swings her around and connects with a kick to the gut, finally allowing Cock to roll out of the ring, finding a safe haven. Destiny hits Nikita with a suplex and then follows that up by keeping her locked around her arm, lifting her back up into another suplex position, only to drop her down with a gourdbuster.

Steve Hebert: Take that, Nikita.

Lex Robinson: But I thought you hated Destiny Daniels.

Steve Hebert: Oh, I do. I hate Flame, too. I hope the ring currently explodes and destroys all three of them.

Lex Robinson: Very nice. Coincidentally, as Nikita and Destiny mix it up, striking each other with random chops and punches, Flame stands out onto the outer portion of the apron and heads to the nearest side to Cock. Once Cock is in perfect position, Flame leaps forward and delivers a running clothesline from the apron to Cock, knocking them both down!

Steve Hebert: My poor little cock... you didn't just hear me say that, by the way.

Lex Robinson: No, but our fans did.

Steve Hebert: Son of a bitch.

Lex Robinson: Right to the side of us, Flame is delivering a flurry of punches to Cock's skull, making sure to keep Cock's entourage at bay, in the process.

Steve Hebert: There won't be any Cock-suckings tonight if this keeps up.

Lex Robinson: Uhh...

Inside the ring, Nikita ducks beneath a spinning roundhouse kick from Destiny Daniels, only to return with a jumping cutter, dropping Destiny Daniels clear on her face.

Lex Robinson: Bam! Down goes Destiny, thanks to Nikita. Nikita then hurries into the corner nearest Flame and Cock, who has been released from his punishment, thanks to Flame standing up, about ready to slide inside.

Steve Hebert: Screw that! Flame isn't going anywhere. Nikita decides against diving onto Destiny and is instead looking at Flame...! I hope they both die.

Lex Robinson: Nikita flies through the air with a top rope plancha... but Flame catches her on his shoulders!

Steve Hebert: Hah!

Lex Robinson: Flame steps forward, about to Death Valley Driver onto the ring railing, but Nikita slips out and lands behind him, pushing him forward and into Cock!

Steve Hebert: Oh Jesus, Cock is bumbling around now, like an oversized cock.

Lex Robinson: After the collision between the two men, Nikita hops up onto the side of the apron and springboard moonsaults off the second rope! But again, Flame catches her!

Steve Hebert: W- w- wait... as she lays across Flame's right shoulder, she wraps her legs around Cock's head. Flame throws her off and as Nikita goes down, she tilt-a-whirl headscissors Cock onto the concrete! That poor, poor Cock!

Looking gleeful at what he has just accomplished, Flame is apparently unaware of Destiny charging at him with full-speed from within the ring. With a suicide dive, she forearms Flame, knocking him to the ground, thus no one is left standing.

Steve Hebert: Good Christ. It's like a motherf'n trainwreck out here.

Lex Robinson: What a way to start the... ugh... Chris Extreme Memorial Show.

Steve Hebert: You could at least try and hide your disgust.

Lex Robinson: Believe me, I've tried. Much like how Nikita is trying to rise to her feet out here on the floor.

The first person to rise is Nikita, who rolls into the ring, followed by Cock, who gets to his feet first, hoping to clothesline Nikita, as she is standing in the corner. Running at her, her petite frame is able to roll to safety, forcing Cock to ram chest-first against the turnbuckles. Thinking quickly, she delivers a dropkick that catches him as he stumbles out, thereby knocking him face-first against the top turnbuckle.

Lex Robinson: A great opportunity missed by Cock.

Steve Hebert: See, he's not used to this. He's used to playing with his boy-toys. And as disgusting as that is to me, it's just not fair.

Lex Robinson: Oh, be quiet.

In the corner, Nikita wraps Cock's large arms around the top rope, hoping to take his arm strength away from him. However, this keeps her back turned, not allowing her to witness Destiny Daniels roll back inside the ring.

Steve Hebert: Here's Destiny. She'll put an end to this Cock whipping.

Lex Robinson: You make it sound so dirty.

Clubbing Nikita in the neck with a double-axehandle smash, Destiny knocks Nikita off-balance, allowing Cock to regain his strength. He bearhugs Nikita, while Destiny bounces off the ropes, allowing her to return with a spin wheel kick to Nikita's face. Dropping down, Cock goes for the cover.

Lex Robinson: Cock and Destiny just double-teamed Nikita! Go figure.

Steve Hebert: Not only that, but Destiny is letting Cock make the pinfall. Maybe Destiny does love the Cock, afterall.

Cock hooks a leg...

...1...2...

At the count of two, Destiny delivers a harsh kick to Cock's neck and then pulls him off Nikita.

Steve Hebert: But then again, she's probably a carpet-muncher. Mmm... carpet.

Lex Robinson: I... uh... let's talk about Cock... err... I mean... let's talk about flaming... err...

Steve Hebert: ...You're scaring me, Lex.

Lex Robinson: Look, let's just talk about Flame, who is now rolling inside of the ring, who is going to breakup Destiny's cover of Nikita, now.

Taking Cock's spot on Nikita, Destiny drops down, but doesn't hook a leg. She motions for the referee to count.

...1...2...

Lex Robinson: Flame hooks onto Destiny's foot and pulls her off, not wanting to lose out on his chance to advance.

Steve Hebert: Typical greedy Flame.

Pummelling Destiny with some rights and lefts, Flame backs her up against the ropes and Irish-whips her out. Ducking down, he hits a huge backdrop and then focuses on Cock, who storms at him from the corner. However, Cock walks right into a big dropkick from Flame, who gets his body high up into the air.

Lex Robinson: A smooth, crisp dropkick to the mouth of Cock sends him reeling to the floor.

Steve Hebert: Right next to Destiny, who is recovering from being throw high into the air.

Lex Robinson: Flame has more up his sleeve, as well. He takes Nikita up and places her between his legs with a standing headscissors. Soon, he hoists her up into a powerbomb position -- he could be going for the Flame Bomb!

His efforts are cut short, however, by Destiny Daniels, who leaps up onto the apron and springboards off the top rope, delivering a flying bulldog to Nikita, slipping her off Flame's shoulders and smashing her onto the canvas. Puzzled, Flame turns around, angry at Destiny, only to receive an enziguiri for his troubles.

Steve Hebert: Well, that shut Flamer up.

Lex Robinson: He was mad because she interrupted his Flame Bomb.

Steve Hebert: Flame Bomb sounds like something Cock would do to Travis Miller's asshole.

Lex Robinson: As Steve dispenses these lovely thoughts, we see Destiny pinning Nikita for the second time tonight...

...1...

Lex Robinson: Will she get the three...?

...2...

Steve Hebert: Nikita gets her foot on the ropes! Goddamn. This is good news for Cock, who struggles to his feet on the floor.

Lex Robinson: Destiny decides to slow the pace down a bit by sitting Nikita up, delivering some football kicks to her back and then applying a standing cross-armbar, thinking of what to do next. During this time, Cock rolls into the ring and is about to attack, but has his foot latched onto by Flame, who had also been on the floor. Tripping Cock up, so that he lands on his face, Flame instantly slides inside, drops an elbow across Cock's neck and joins Destiny in a submission period, giving Cock a seated double-armbar.

Steve Hebert: For some reason, I don't think we'll have a submission on our hands, Lex.

Lex Robinson: Me neither. If anything, this is just a resting period for them to think what to do next.

Being the powerhouse of the match, Cock is first to escape from submission, as he is able to find enough power within himself to stand.

Steve Hebert: Soaking up all the power from his genitals that he can possibly muster, Cock rises to his feet, with Flame still holding on to his arms, in a crucifix position.

Desperate for a crucifix pinfall attempt, Flame tries to get Cock over, but to no avail. Instead, Cock falls back, delivering a Samoan Drop, forcing Flame to release his grip.

Steve Hebert: He's free! He's free! Cock is free! Freeeee!!!

Lex Robinson: Calm down, Steve. Jesus.

Steve Hebert: I bet Jesus had a huge cock, too. You just know he was fucking all the whores.

Lex Robinson: I think we just lost all of our Catholic sponsors.

Steve Hebert: Eh, if we have/had Catholic sponsors, I would cut my balls off.

Having Flame laid out on his back, Cock turns around, grabs a handful of testicles and covers him, while gyrating his crotch in Flame's face. The referee begins his count...

Lex Robinson: Good lord. What a cover by Cock...

Steve Hebert: We may have our first advancement!

...1...2...

Seeing this, Destiny releases her scissors around Nikita's arm and jolts forward, sending a harsh right kick to Cock's temple, rolling him off Flame.

Steve Hebert: Ah, crap, we won't have any cocks holding that trophy, yet. Chris Extreme would want Cock to win, you know.

Lex Robinson: I'm sure.

A lightning quick barrage of kicks is done by Destiny onto Cock's face, which unleashes a wave of damage onto the man named after the bodily appendage.

Lex Robinson: Destiny better watch out; Nikita is starting to come to life behind her. Crawling up behind her, Nikita grabs Destiny by the waist and rolls her up, stopping her kicks to Cock's face.

Steve Hebert: Oh Jesus...

...1...2...

Lex Robinson: Destiny rolls back, thus rolling on top of Nikita. Destiny is leaning down on Nikita's legs, looking for a pinfall of her own...

...1...2...

Steve Hebert: Flame! Flamey! Flamer!

Lex Robinson: Flame leaps up and stops the count, via a leaping lariat to Destiny, knocking her off Nikita and thwarting the count!

Steve Hebert: I told you that he's greedy.

Lex Robinson: He is trying to win the match, afterall.

Steve Hebert: Preposterous. Flame winning a match is just ridiculous. His victory at Rebirth was a fluke... besides, he was facing a retard.

Lex Robinson: Well, I certainly can't refute that latter statement.

Lifting Destiny up, Flame chops her, backing her up into the corner, where he bashes her skull off the top turnbuckle pad a few times. Turning her around, he faces her out, hoists her up onto the top turnbuckle and climbs up along with her, standing on the top rope, apparently looking for a super superplex.

Lex Robinson: Flame is in some dangerous territory right here.

Steve Hebert: Thank fuck.

Lex Robinson: He's hammering some fists into her skull, trying to get her up, so that he can bring her down, but Destiny is fighting back, as well. Blocking a punch from Flame, she is able to step up onto the top rope and connect with a roundhouse kick to Flame's head, knocking him off the top turnbuckle pad!

Steve Hebert: Not only that, but he crotches himself on the top rope! Fuckin' hilarious!

Lex Robinson: Ouch! That's all I can say.

Steve Hebert: All Flame can do is roll his eyes back into his head.

As Flame is crotched on the top rope, and Destiny tries to get down from the top turnbuckle, Nikita bursts to her feet and charges into the corner. In here, she springboards up to the top rope, snaps back and gives Destiny a top rope hurricanrana, sending her flying to the mat.

Lex Robinson: Whoa!

Steve Hebert: ...Yep, and down goes Destiny.

Lex Robinson: Furthermore, Nikita leaps back up, uses the top rope as a springboard again; but this time, flies back, striking Flame with a flying dropkick, knocking him off the top rope, sending him hard onto the floor.

When Nikita stands, right away, she is forced to duck beneath a running clothesline from Cock, who had gotten to his feet. Again, she leaps into the air and delivers another dropkick, this one landing square at the top of Cock's back, sending him through the ropes and landing right next to Flame, on the floor.

Lex Robinson: Cock almost landed on Flame.

Steve Hebert: That wouldn't be the first time.

Lex Robinson: Rising back up, Nikita turns around... kick to the gut! Destiny also rises and she delivers a charging kick to Nikita's stomach! Hunched over, Nikita is pulled into a standing headscissors position, while Destiny then applies a buttefly locks on her arms.

Nikita is lifted into the air and then dropped on her face, via Destiny Daniels' new move, the Mind Blower.

Lex Robinson: That's supposed to be one of Destiny's newer moves!

Steve Hebert: Eh...

Lex Robinson: She rolls Nikita over and lays herself on top of Nikita's chest, barely able to move herself.

Steve Hebert: The referee is counting... this could be it...

...1...2...

Lex Robinson: One... two... and...

...3!

Steve Hebert: Three!

Lex Robinson: Three! Destiny does it! She moves on! What a close match. Either Nikita or Destiny could have walked away with this.

Steve Hebert: Or Cock. Flame, however, well... he fizzled out.

Lex Robinson: If Nikita hadn't turned her back on Destiny... the result would have been in her favor.

Steve Hebert: Yes, well; she did. Just like how she trusted Mike Phantasy last time, Nikita should have wisened up and not turned her back.

Lex Robinson: Destiny's move just came out of... nowhere!

Steve Hebert: And it got her through to tonight's main event. That's how it rolls.

Destiny victoriously walks to the back, while Nikita manages to sit up, discouraged at her loss, wanting vengeance on not only Mike Phantasy, but on Destiny Daniels, as well. Flame, however, calmly walks to the back, shaking his head, not liking the outcome, while Cock prances around the ring, threatening to show random fans his penis.

Flame: I still remember what he tried to do last week... he won't get away with that.

The image fades out, with flame continuing to stalk Wargod.

Scramble Match B
Tony Millennia vs. Billy Badson vs. Stryker Graff vs. Mike Phantasy

but underneath we're not so tough

Steve Hebert: Tony Fuckin' Millennia!

Lex Robinson: Last week, Tony Millennia was the special guest ref in Stryker and Destiny's match! After Tony gave Mr. Graff a slow count, he was attacked with a chair via Graff!

Steve Hebert: Speak of the devil...

Lex Robinson: You can just feel the tension between these guys!

Steve Hebert: Don't forget Mike Phantasy is also in this match. He was supposed to face Stryker Graff at Cycle of Sin for the title!

The lights in the arena dim as the SW-Screen lights up, signaling the entrance of the youngest Sin Wrestling Hall of Famer.

Lex Robinson: I have a feeling this match will be intense, Steve.

With no music and no pyros, lights, or anything, Billy Badson steps on to the ramp from backstage, quickly making his way to the ring, ignoring the reaction from the fans.

Steve Hebert: Finally, Billy Badson comes waddling out to the ring, possibly with a shit-filled diaper underneath his tights.

Lex Robinson: He's the odd man out here. I don't think he knows what he's getting himself into! All these men have history with each other except him!

The bell rings, signaling the beginning of the match. It starts off with Stryker Graff punching Tony Millennia in the face. With one blow after the other, Stryker backs Tony into a corner. Billy Badson sees this, shrugs, and goes straight for a Full Nelson on Mike Phantasy.

Lex Robinson: Phantasy struggles to get out of the hold!

Steve Hebert: Meanwhile, Stryker Graff irish whips Millennia into the opposite corner.

Stryker Graff immediatley charges towards Tony, who steps out of the corner in time to clothesline Stryker. Stryker whips backward and lands on his neck from the force of the move. Badson is still holding onto Phantasy for his life but Phantasy manages to lift the 260 pounder off his feet and ram him into the turnbuckle repeatedly until he lets go. With Billy Badson still stuffed into the corner and Phantasy's back to him, Mike places him in a facelock.

Lex Robinson: Snapmare on Billy Badson!

Steve Hebert: That kid is going to break his back with that lump of lard.

Lex Robinson: Have some respect, Steve.

Steve Hebert: R-E-S-P-E-C-T!

Meanwhile at the other end of the ring, Tony Millennia stomps relentlessly on Stryker Graff's face and chest until the referee breaks it up. Tony then grabs Stryker by his hair and forces him to his feet, only to rake his eyes. Stryker stumbles back a few feet and then towards Millennia again.

Lex Robinson: Stryker's walking blindly into trouble here!

Steve Hebert: A deadly powerbomb by Tony Millennia! Stryker lands right on his neck again.

Lex Robinson: He's kind of...not moving.

By now, Phantasy has Billy Badson in an armbar, trying to beat him at his own game.

Steve Hebert: The old man sure as hell won't give up!

Lex Robinson: But Tony Millennia forces Phantasy to break the hold with a boot to his face.

Tony Millennia pulls Mike Phantasy up to his feet. Just as he does so, Billy Badson slowly gets up as well. Together, Billy and Tony whip Phantasy into the ropes, hoping to double team him, but when Phantasy comes whipping back, he clotheslines them both to the mat.

Lex Robinson: From behind, Stryker locks his arms around Phantasy's waist and snaps back into a german suplex. He rolls over, still with his hands locked, and repeats. No one's been able to keep the advantage so far!

Steve Hebert: Give it some time.

Lex Robinson: Stryker finally lets go and hurries to his feet, forcing Phantasy to his. At the same time, Tony Millennia is recovering. Seeing this, Stryker Graff lifts Phantasy into a piledriver position. Tony grabs Phantasy's feet and aids Graff in the piledriver for a harsher impact, ramming Phantasy's head into the mat.

Steve Hebert: See?!

Lex Robinson: Just seconds after I say that, things start to heat up.

By now, Billy Badson is rising to his feet. Together, Stryker Graff and Tony Millennia place Badson in a double headlock, going for a double DDT. Just before they execute the move, Tony lets go of the headlock and rams his fist into Stryker's face, causing him to let go of Badson, as well. Millennia turns to Stryker and kicks him in the stomach before motioning to Badson. Now, they both place Stryker in a headlock and land a double DDT, driving Stryker's head into the mat.

Lex Robinson: Tony Millennia's all about the team work tonight.

Just then, Tony chops Badson's throat. He then forces Badson into a front face lock, before taking a step back, driving his knee into his groin while dropping back into a DDT.

Lex Robinson: Ballistic DDT!

Steve Hebert: He's going for the pin!

...1...2...

Lex Robinson: Badson kicks out! What a tough S.O.B!

Steve Hebert: He's also an old bag.

Lex Robinson: Christ...

Tony takes a moment to yell at the ref. Meanwhile, Stryker Graff and Mike Phantasy are going at it. By now, Stryker has Phantasy stuffed into the corner and is nailing him in the stomach repeatedly with his shoulder.

Lex Robinson: Just as Stryker goes to nail him again, Phantasy gouges at Stryker's eyes, forcing him to stop and stumble back. Phantasy steps out of the corner and lifts Stryker up for a powerbomb, which he manages to execute, but rather than letting go, he lifts him back up onto his shoulders and tosses him down on the ground, over the top rope.

Steve Hebert: Holy shit!

Lex Robinson: I agree!

Before Phantasy can turn to find Millennia, he finds himself in a full nelson hold.

Steve Hebert: Out of nowhere, there's Tony "Scumbag" Millennia.

Lex Robinson: Think Millennia's going for a Millennial Descent?

Steve Hebert: Ah, crap. I think he is! He's lifting Phantasy into the air!

Lex Robinson: He did! Phantasy is laid out on the mat!

Steve Hebert: This is horrrrrrible.

Just as Tony attempts to go for the pin, he sees Billy Badson recovering out of the corner of his eye. Badson charges towards Millennia, who bends over just in time to catch Badson on his back and toss him over the rope, making him land on Stryker.

Steve Hebert: I've never seen an old man fly threw the air like that. Someone's gonna need a hip replacement, that's for sure.

Lex Robinson: It could be you, by the end of the night.

Steve Hebert: Don't remind me.

Badson slowly stumbles to his feet and seems completely confused as to how he got there.

Lex Robinson: Billy Badson has no clue of his locale.

Steve Hebert: That old geezer is probably looking for his medication.

After looking around for a bit in the crowd, the fans begin to cheer him and a huge smile spreads across his face. Stryker Graff rises to his feet only to be absolutely shocked when Badson goes for a dropkick...and lands it!

Steve Hebert: Who knew the old man could be so nimble!

Lex Robinson: I am shocked. Holy Christ.

Steve Hebert: We've seen him fly through the air to the outside and now he just did a dropkick. This is f'ed up.

Lex Robinson: You're telling me. Good lord.

Badson jumps to his feet once more, absolutely beaming. The fans continue to cheer him on and he enjoys the moment. That is, until Graff leaps back up, barely being phased, and grabs Billy's wrist. Billy slams into the steps via irish whip.

Steve Hebert: ...and Stryker stops that commotion with one simple Irish-whip.

Lex Robinson: Meanwhile, inside the ring, Phantasy and Millennia are having a bar brawl, just throwing punches and kicks back and forth, both beginning to tire out. Phantasy shoves Tony front first into the corner and backs up. When Tony turns around, he's met with spear from Mike!

Steve Hebert: Ouchies.

Mike goes for the pin, but the ref is too distracted with what's going on outside of the ring.

Steve Hebert: Hooray, it's the return of our idiot referees! Turn around, moron, turn around!

Lex Robinson: He's a new referee, too.

Steve Hebert: Who trained this guy? Cock? Because he sure loves it.

Lex Robinson: I smell one fine coming for you.

Steve Hebert: They can fine my ass.

Stryker Graff is pummeling away at the old Billy Badson and even goes as far as to chokeslam the old guy on the floor.

Lex Robinson: Stryker has Billy Badson's throat throttled. Jesus...

Steve Hebert: Eh, at least that's something good.

Phantasy shouts at the ref to pay attention and he finally does, but by now, Tony is already stumbling to his feet. Not being discouraged, Mike waits patiently for Millennia to come towards him. Finally, he does so and wanders pass the ref.

Lex Robinson: Mike Phantasy goes for a Phantasize!

Steve Hebert: Tony moves!

Lex Robinson: He hit the ref, he's out cold!

Steve Hebert: Eh; it may not have been Tony, but it was good enough.

Seconds later, Nikita comes dashing out from backstage. She runs down to the ring and grabs the Purity Title. Nikita slides in while Phantasy's back is turned due to eyeing down Tony and she measures up the title.

Steve Hebert: Whoa, wait. What the shit?

Lex Robinson: She goes to hit Mike in the back of the head, but Phantasy turns and sees Nikita and moves just in the nick of time!

Steve Hebert: Uh oh.

Lex Robinson: Uh oh is right. Nikita hits Tony by mistake!

Nikita drops the title in shock. Outside of the ring, Stryker Graff and Billy Badson continue brawling it out, both completely oblivious to what's going on inside of the ring.

Steve Hebert: This match is the match of botched moves and missed opportunities. I like it!

Lex Robinson: Stryker whips Badson into the barrier, but Badson bounces back and applies a sleeper hold, although there's no ref there for Stryker to submit to.

Steve Hebert: This is nuts!

Lex Robinson: Inside the ring, Nikita turns around to find Phantasy standing over her, practically laughing at her mistake. How disgusting is he?!

Steve Hebert: Oh, be nice.

Nikita throws a punch, but he catches her arm, and hurls her over his shoulder.

Steve Hebert: And there she goes.

Mike walks over to the ropes with Nikita unable to kick free, and plainly tosses her over the rope, making her tumble to the floor. After kicking the title out of the ring, he shakes the ref awake and goes to pin Tony Millennia.

Lex Robinson: The referee is awake and is slowly counting the three...

Steve Hebert: Yes! About time!

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

Lex Robinson: No! Phantasy wins again!

Steve Hebert: Yay!

Lex Robinson: Story of his life, Steve.

When the bell rings, Badson looks up to see Phantasy's hand raised in victory and let's go of his hold. Gentlemanly, he helps Stryker up, who also realizes the match is over. Nikita slowly gets up to her feet, clearly distraught with what happened.

Lex Robinson: Nikita never meant for this to happen.

Steve Hebert: Surrrre.

Lex Robinson: It's true. I mean, come on.

Steve Hebert: Uhhh huhhhh.

Stryker Graff and Billy Badson look on, upset about their loss. Badson shrugs and begins walking back, but Stryker can't shrug it off so easily. After shouting at Nikita and calling her an idiot, he turns to walk up the ramp, completely ignoring the way Phantasy is looking at him. Nikita slips into the ring to help Tony.

Steve Hebert: What a way to lose, Tony; you loser!

Lex Robinson: Uhh..

Steve Hebert: Yes?

Lex Robinson: I think you need to shut the hell up.

Steve Hebert: You wish.

Enraged at the loss, Stryker rolls into the ring and continues yelling at Nikita, who is tending to Tony. Grabbing her by the hair, he goes to strike, but is stopped -- thanks to Tony Millennia, who witnesses the event out of the corner of his eye.

Lex Robinson: Whoa! Tony leaps up and tackles Stryker, knocking him off his feet and starts pounding him with punches.

Steve Hebert: After that, though, Mike Phantasy slides into the ring, holding a tire iron. Where the hell did he get that?! More importantly, where the hell can I get one?

Lex Robinson: He obtained it from underneath the ring...

Stalking in at Tony, who remains over Stryker, who is trying to fend off this attack, Mike Phantasy blasts Tony across the back of the head with the tire iron, stopping his attack on Stryker.

Steve Hebert: That's all, folks!

Lex Robinson: Mike Phantasy just decked Tony Millennia with that weapon! While Tony was beating the life out of his nemesis, nonetheless!

Free, Stryker Graff rolls out of the ring, zipping past Nikita, who also chases Mike Phantasy off. Nikita then tends to Tony, while Stryker walks to the back, feeling the after-effects of the attack from Tony, while Mike also walks to the back, alone, and with his Purity Title.

Nikita: It's about time you got back here Stryker. I was getting all lonely waiting for you.

Stryker moved closer to Nikita to get a better look. It didn't take him long to realize that he was not looking at Nikita, but in fact an imposter... One he knew very well.

Stryker Graff: Jessica, what the hell are you doing dressed like that?

Jessica Vega: Well I thought this would be the only way I could get your attention seeing as though you're obsessed with her. I figured since you couldn't have her, you could at least have the next best thing. I don't mind dressing up like her for you. I think it's kind of kinky and you know how much I love to get down and dirty. 

Jessica then uncrossed her legs much like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, giving Stryker a look see down below. Stryker took a quick peek and even let out a small trademark grin. After a moment, he snapped back into reality.

Stryker Graff: Jessica... I told you not to come here; and seeing you here obviously shows you're hard of hearing. Another thing, you dressed up as Nikita... Does nothing for me. Actually, you just make me want to grab you by the throat and choke the life out of you. That's what I think of when I see you dressed like that.

Jessica Vega: We've never tried the whole joking thing, but you know I'll do anything for you.

Suddenly, Stryker's locker room door opened and in walked Ace Rodgers. He immediately got an eyeful when he saw Jessica and almost couldn't take his eyes away. Stryker got in between him and Jessica, looking him dead in the eye.

Stryker Graff: Like what you see Ace?

Ace Rodgers: Yes... I mean, no. I mean well... You know what, I'll come back.

Ace immediately darted off in the opposite direction and Stryker shut the door behind him. He then turn his attention back to Jessica, who was just rubbing her inner thigh.

Jessica Vega: Look Stryker... I did this all for you... You're not just going to leave me like this are you?

Stryker stared at Jessica for a moment, seeming to debate with himself whether or not he should give in to temptation.

Stryker Graff: You know... what the hell... I think I got a little bit of energy left up in me.

Jessica Vega:  That's what I wanted to hear baby. And like Nikita says... I'm the "wind of the word"... Let's do this...

Stryker Graff: *sighs* You know... I think I have a better use for that mouth of yours...

Fade out.

Corey Page: Haha, that's what you get.

Looking up, Tony eyes Corey, in confusion.

Tony Millennia: What the hell are you talking about?

Corey Page: You know... it's all your fault. You... Morgana...

Tony Millennia: ...Huh?

Corey Page: You took her away from m-... Chris Extreme!

Tony Millennia: Uh... that's not how I remember it. Actually...

Corey Page: It's all your fault! And because you took her away from Chrishy, next week, you will see who you're partnered with! Suffice to say, it'll be a Cocktacular night for you.

Tony Millennia: ...What the...

Corey goes to walk away, but not before saying one more word.

Corey Page: Motherfucker.

When Corey storms off, Tony is left, giving a blank stare, wondering exactly what just occured.

Triple Threat
Wargod vs. Donovan vs. John Thomas

Lex Robinson: Here's one of the newcomers to Sin Wrestling, John Thomas. Tonight, he'll be taking on Wargod, another relative newcomer; and Donovan, who will also be making his debut.

"Pain" by Three Days grace blares over the speakers. The lights dim as blood is shown dripping down the screen. Next, red pyros go off as the spotlight flickers towards the entranceway, revealing a man in a coat and a leather mask that reveals only a small portion of his face. With his eyes a gleaming red, the camera gazes down to show his leather pants and wrestling boots; then zooms up to show his scarred body underneath his coat. Making his way down to the ring, he removes his trench coat, lets out a hellish scream and then slides into the ring, preparing for his match.

Lex Robinson: Here's Wargod! At the last card, we saw him on the losing end of a match against Flame.

Steve Hebert: Yeah, but afterwards, he tried to kill Flame; put him out for good. And I mean that literally. He got some sort of blade and was about to slice him open with it. If it weren't for those dozens of security guards, I'm pretty certain we'd have an in-ring homicide on our hands. That'd be a first, too. We've had some in-ring deaths, but no homicides! Imagine that.

Lex Robinson: With the anger from his last loss, I'm sure we may just have one tonight.

Steve Hebert: If we're lucky.

"Schism" by Tool hits as the arena goes black. White strobe lights start to flash every five seconds, just so you just see glimpses of Donovan, who slowly steps out from the back and stops at the entrance to look around the arena. He holds his arms out to the side with his head down and stands there for a minute. Soon, he slowly walks to the ring with an empty look on his face, as if it were the calm before the storm. Donovan then slides in under the bottom rope and goes to the nearest turnbuckle and stands on the second rope as he hold he arms out to the side with his head down.

Lex Robinson: This is the other new guy I was talking about, "The Dream Walker" Donovan.

Steve Hebert: "Dream Walker", eh? Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck inside of a dream... a nightmare, really. It's about me sitting next to some ugly, geeky douchebag, who wets his panties over wrestling matches. But then I wake up... and realize it's true.

Lex Robinson: Gee... thanks.

Steve Hebert: Huh? I wasn't talking about you! I was talking about Ace Rodgers! I swear! I promise!

Lex Robinson: Uh huh, I bet.

The bell rings and the match starts, with John Thomas remaining in a seated position on the top turnbuckle and Wargod laying back, almost ready to attack. Donovan, meanwhile, beckons both men to step forward. Heeding Donovan's advice, John Thomas steps down off the top turnbuckle pad, runs forward and ducks underneath a back elbow attempt from Donovan.

Lex Robinson: The match is underway. John Thomas starts things off by running at Donovan, who tries to strike back, only to have Thomas duck out of the way. When Donovan turns around, though, he is met with a running STO from John Thomas, knocking him on his back.

Steve Hebert: But seeing both men fall to the ground gives Wargod the idea to come stumbling out of the corner, where he hits a baseball slide dropkick to the side of John Thomas' face, as he is about to stand. He takes Thomas up, throws him into the ropes and upon John's rebound, Wargod ducks down.

Lex Robinson: However, John Thomas returns with a knee to Wargod's face, grabs him by the mask and throws him over the top rope and onto the floor! Before he can turn around, however, Donovan charges up behind him, waistlocks him and release German suplexes him! John Thomas lands squarely on his head!

Standing to his feet, Donovan focuses on John Thomas, giving him a few stomps and kicks, not paying attention to Wargod, who climbs back up onto the outer portion of the apron. Using the top rope as a springboard, he flies in, hoping to catch Donovan with what appears to be a flying axehandle smash. Unfortunately for him, Donovan turns around at the right moment, catches him and then cradle-DDTs him, laying him out onto the mat, right next to John Thomas.

Lex Robinson: "The Dream Walker" just drove Wargod's head down into the canvas with full velocity and force!

Steve Hebert: Maybe it knocked a bit of sense into him. Or, maybe it made him less insane. Hell, Wargod is probably obsessed with pretty flowers, now, after that move.

Lex Robinson: I wouldn't doubt it. Donovan lifts Wargod up again and unleashes a flurry of offensive punches and forearms on him. He whips him across the ring, causing him to run at John Thomas, who is using the turnbuckles to lift himself up. Seeing Wargod charge in, Thomas rolls out of the way, resulting in Wargod splattering in the corner!

Steve Hebert: Smart move by John Thomas, who keeps his head up. Sadly, Wargod is about to be crushed by a running clothesline from Donovan, who is charging in after him...

As Donovan runs in, John Thomas kips-up to his feet and knocks him off his feet with a running double knee to the face. As a result, Donovan's head snaps backward and his back lands on the canvas.

Steve Hebert: Whoa! John Thomas outsmarts Donovan! He then gets right back up and charges in with a running forearm to Wargod, who was laying in the corner!

Lex Robinson: Thomas hoists Wargod up onto the top turnbuckle pad, into a seated position and goes to climb up with him. However, Donovan rises to his feet and instantly comes in, placing John Thomas on his shoulders. Thomas, not knowing what to do, can only wiggle his arms back and forth, trying to get free, but to no such luck.

Seeing this, Wargod steps up to the top turnbuckle and dives off, landing a flying Thesz Press onto John Thomas, while Donovan Electric Chair Drops him to the mat.

Lex Robinson: All men go crashing onto the canvas, with Donovan being the first man up.

Steve Hebert: Obviously. That crash-landing took the least out of him.

Getting up to his feet, Donovan quickly steps out onto the apron, climbs to the top rope and dives off, hitting a somersault senton onto John Thomas, who has still been flattened from being dropped of Donovan's shoulders, while being flying Lou Thesz Pressed. In the meantime, Wargod also gets to his feet, watching as Donovan covers John Thomas...

Lex Robinson: Donovan uses his own body to splatter John Thomas and now he's going for the three-count.

...1...2...

Lex Robinson: But Wargod won't have that. He delivers a stomp to Donovan's chest, as he lays across John Thomas' body, dislodging him from the pinning position.

Steve Hebert: Wargod's going nuts on him with stomps and kicks... and I mean that in the most literal way, as possible. He backs Donovan into the corner, where he catches him with some knees. He even goes to whip Donovan out into the opposite corner, but his whip is reversed...

Lex Robinson: Instead, Wargod slams against the turnbuckle pads, back-first. Donovan charges in with a huge avalanche body splash, squishing him in the corner.

Steve Hebert: Wargod has just turned into a pancake. It's official.

Standing back, Donovan watches as Wargod falls flat on his face, immobile from having been splashed in the corner. Donovan delivers a few stomps, turns around and witnesses John Thomas running at him at top speed. Knowing exactly what to do, Donovan ducks down and backdrops him up-and-over the top rope and onto the floor.

Steve Hebert: If this was last card's main event, John Thomas would have just been eliminated.

Lex Robinson: After the height Donovan threw him out with, not only would he be eliminated, but he might need an ambulance.

Grabbing Wargod's hair, Donovan picks his fallen opponent up, stands in the center of the ring with him with a standing headscissors, and lifts him up into a powerbomb position. He charges forward, hoping to deliver a running powerbomb into the turnbuckle pads, only to have Wargod slip out of his clutches.

Lex Robinson: Wargod escapes!

Steve Hebert: Unfortunately, he doesn't escape that spinning snap spinebuster! Gotta love that alliteration!

Lex Robinson: Seriously. Seconds after freeing himself from Donovan's grip, Wargod whips himself around only to fall victim to what you just said... Donovan's form of a spinebuster.

Steve Hebert: John Thomas is on the side of the apron. He's about to get back into this match. When Donovan realizes this, he charges forward, delivering a running forearm to his face, knocking him off the apron and sending him flying back into the ring-railing! Now that's how you figuratively tell someone to "Fuck off!"

Lex Robinson: I dare say so. Donovan is on the outer portion of the apron now, instead. He climbs up to the top rope, measuring Wargod, who lays prone in the center of the ring. He flies off...

Steve Hebert: He hits some sort of... flying... froggy... legdrop...?! Hell, I don't friggin' know!

Lex Robinson: He named that move after himself -- "The Dream Walker". He covers Wargod and hooks a leg.

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

Lex Robinson: He got him! There's the three. What an impressive debut.

Steve Hebert: Man, oh man; this guy is just pure brute force. I like him! I really do!

Lex Robinson: It sure sounds like it. Normally, you're shitting over everyone and everything.

Steve Hebert: Pfft, I'm not always grumpy. It's only when I haven't had my caffeine... such as my coke, which you can now get--...

Lex Robinson: [sigh] Shut up.

Donovan simply walks to the back, while some fans applaud his brute force and others jeer his nonchalance. Wargod remains in the ring, lifeless, while John Thomas rolls inside, wondering what just occured, not having the chance to break the pinfall.

Flame: You messed with the wrong person.

Wargod lays at Flame's feet. But it's not long until Flame grabs onto Wargod's left arm and drags him off. Fade out.

Travis Miller: Travis Miller has just kicked open the door and has entered your mother's vagina.

The camera pans back, revealing no one else in the locker room.

Travis Miller: ...Oh; there's no one here. Well, that sucks.

Miller walks into the room, observing its devoid nature, only noticing his blue gym bag laying on the bench.

Travis Miller: Time for The Icon Killer to bust a nut before his big match.

Stepping towards his bag, he reaches inside and pulls out a Hustler magazine. He's about to walk away, when his attention is gripped by a shiny golden ring next to his gym bag. Lifting it into the palm of his hand, he observes it, looking it over...

Travis Miller: Hmm...

He shrugs his shoulders and stumbles off, pocketing the ring, while holding the porno magazine in his other hand.

Triple Threat
Fury vs. Travis Miller vs. Trent Turner

Steve Hebert: Another?

Lex Robinson: Yeah, but this one will be much better.

Steve Hebert: Oh, really, and why is that?

Lex Robinson: Well, we have the return of Fury, Cock's crush Travis Miller, and a newcomer who proved himself last week, Trent Turner.

Steve Hebert: Oh, okay, then. I get it.

Lex Robinson: What?! Get what, Steve?

Steve Hebert: Shh! The first competitor is coming out.

The lights slowly begin to dim, leaving the arena in a pitch black darkness before a series of purple lights and strobes dominate the darkness. Once the first note of Rage Against the Machine's "How Could I Just Kill A Man" hits, a green, purple, and blue pyro goes off at the head of the ramp.

Charging through the smoke of the previous pyro is Fury, his eyes wide as he flashes the crowd his trademark "NBX" hand signal. He charges down the ramp, slapping the hands of his fans before jumping onto the apron and hopping eagerly over the top rope. From here, Fury jumps onto each of the turnbuckles and bobs his head along to the music while scanning the crowd for support, negative reactions, or what-have-you. He tosses his hat into the crowd before jumping off of the turnbuckle, jumping around in the corner as he awaits combat.

Lex Robinson: The kid's got energy, for sure.

Steve Hebert: Of course, his name is Fury. When you have an emotion for a name, you can't be all mopey and down in the dumps.

Lex Robinson: What if your name is Melancholy?

Steve Hebert: What the hell kind of name is Melancholy?

Lex Robinson: it was an example...

Steve Hebert: A very horrible example.

The lights above the ring in the arena flash towards the entrance ramp, flashing a green, red and blue strip downwards.

Steve Hebert: Will this guy get in the damn ring already?

Lex Robinson: Maybe he's looking around for Cock.

Steve Hebert: He can find himself some cock after the match.

Lex Robinson: No, not penis cock. I mean, wrestler Cock.

Steve Hebert: Wrestler cock, lawyer cock, doctor cock, whatever! Ring the damn bell.

Lex Robinson: (slaps his forehead) Please do.

Travis Miller's entrance is cut short as the lights in the arena go completely black. Suddenly, blue and yellow strobe lights begin to flash in the arena. "Build Your Cages" by Pulse Ultra hits the system, along with a large shot of pyro. The fans in the arena shoot out of their seats as Trent Turner makes his way through the curtain. Trent raises his arms and looks out at the crowd. The music begins to build up as Trent remains at the top of the ramp. Continuing the music, Trent begins to feel the build-up of the music. Finally, the music explodes and another large shot of pyro goes off as Trent raises his head and begins to walk to the ring.

Lex Robinson: Fury has pulled Miller into the ring and is unleashing a pre-match assault.

Steve Hebert: I guess Trent Turner wants in on the action. He's running towards the ring now.

As Trent slides into the ring, the bell rings signaling the beginning of the match. Fury leaves a downed Travis Miller on the mat to duke it out with the approaching Trent Turner. Turner ducks a shot by Fury, stepping around him to deliver a punch to the back of the head. Fury stumbles forward onto the ropes, where Turner grabs him and whips him across the ring. Meanwhile, Travis Miller has gotten up and trips the running Fury as he bounces off the ropes. Travis leaps up, presses his knee into Fury's back and pulls upward onto his neck.

Lex Robinson: Miller's gonna break this guy's neck!

Steve Hebert: Really?

Lex Robinson: I hope not.

Steve Hebert: Aw, fuck. Don't get my hopes up like that.

Lex Robinson: Yeah, sure... Trent seems to be allowing Miller to go to work on Fury. Maybe, he's gonna step in a steal the win after Miller's done all the work.

Steve Hebert: That sounds like a plan to me.

Travis lets Fury neck go, standing up to stomp him, completely ignoring the referee's warnings. Travis Miller runs towards the ropes opposite Fury's downed body, upon return delivering an elbow drop to Fury's back. Trent advances towards Travis.

Steve Hebert: Go Trent!

Lex Robinson: Oh, wow, Travis Miller just got leveled by a clothesline from Turner. He was so wrapped up in attacking Fury that he didn't even see it coming.

Steve Hebert: Ah, but those are the best kinds.

Trent flips Fury over onto his back, covering him. His cover achieves a two-count before the referee notices Fury's foot on the bottom rope, aptly placed there at the hand of Travis Miller, who now rises, attacking Trent Turner from behind. Miller whips Turner to the ropes, kicking him as he returns and laying him out with a DDT.

Lex Robinson: Travis Miller trying to pick up an early win on the downed Turner.

...1...2...

Steve Hebert: His hopes for a three count were shattered by Trent's kickout.

Lex Robinson: He's not done with Trent though. He's picking him up and pummeling him backward into the corner. Holding the top rope, he delivers a few kicks to Turner's midsection.

Steve Hebert: Those ropes that Turner's holding on to are about the only thing keeping him up right now.

Fury makes a move on Miller, deliver a dropkick to the back of his leg and sending him down onto one knee. He follows this up with a low roundhouse to the back of Miller's head, which sends Travis' upper body down onto the mat. Fury delivers a few quick elbow drops onto Miller's back, resembling the assault that Miller had unleashed on him earlier.

Steve Hebert: Heh, Fury is giving Miller a taste of his own medicine.

Lex Robinson: Treat others as you want to be treated.

Steve Hebert: That's for pussies! Don't kick someone's ass if you can't take it yourself; that sounds much better to me.

Lex Robinson: Well, you can't say that to children, Steve.

Steve Hebert: Why the hell not?

Fury pulls Travis Miller up to his feet and whips him across the ring. Miller is able to quickly counter this and send Fury running. Fury rebounds and as he is running back, Miller ducks, forcing Fury to hop over him. As Fury lands from his slight jump, he sees Trent Turner using all his weight and musle to pull down the top rope. Before Fury can stop himself, he is flipping over the top rope. Turner aids him in his flight, grabbing his leg mid-air and forcing him in a clockwise motion over the ropes.

Lex Robinson: Holy Hostess Twinkies®!

Steve Hebert: What a cheap fuckin' plug.

Lex Robinson: Wasn't cheap, Steve. That one mention cost Hostess a lot of money.

Steve Hebert: Well, good.

Lex Robinson: Fury is laying at ringside. He's clutching his knee and stirring in pain.

Steve Hebert: Turner's a low son-of-a-bitch. He might've ended this kid's career.

While paramedics attend to Fury and his tweaked knee, Turner runs off of the ropes for leverage, delivering a harrowing dropkick to Travis Miller.

Steve Hebert: Miller just got knocked on his ass pretty hard.

Lex Robinson: Yeah, that shook the ring. Turner's following that up with a few kicks to Miller's chest before dropping down onto him for a pin.

...1...2...KICKOUT!

Steve Hebert: Trent could've had it there, but Travis Miller's not going down to a dropkick, no matter how powerful.

Trent pulls Travis up to his feet, but Travis isn't trying to be dominated as he delivers a few alternating punches tp Trent's abdomen. Each blow loosens Trent's grip on Travis, until Miller is able to deliver a haymaker that causes Trent to wobble. Miller runs to the side, rebounding off of the ropes and knocking Turner down with a shoulder block. Miller runs to the ropes again, as Turner rises. This time, Miller steps around Trent to put him into a headlock.

Steve Hebert: Oh, no, someone better make sure Badson's not watching this match. He'd have an orgasm over that headlock.

Lex Robinson: That or a stroke.

Steve Hebert: Very true, I guess... This battle is just between Travis and Trent, now. Fury has been escorted away.

Trent wiggles out of the headlock, putting an armlock in on Travis' arm. Travis easily breaks the lock with an elbow to Trent's jaw and a clothesline after turning around.

Steve Hebert: Travis Miller looks like he now has the upperhand, as he pulls Trent up to his feet. He tosses Trent into the corner, pummeling him until he falls down.

Lex Robinson: I guess Trent Turner isn't ending any more careers tonight.

Steve Hebert: It'd be funny, but I doubt it. Corey would have no wrestlers to run a federation.

Lex Robinson: You think Page is desperate to keep Travis Miller?

Steve Hebert: Yes.

Lex Robinson: Oh.

Steve Hebert: Yes, "Oh."

Lex Robinson: You're gone, Hebert.

Travis Miller pulls Trent up to his feet from his sitting position in the corner, sets him up for suplex, quickly executes the move and covers him.

...1...2!

Lex Robinson: Turner kicked out after the snap suplex. Travis looks frustrated.

Travis yanks Trent up, slamming him once again against the turnbuckle. He delivers an open-hand slap to Turner's chest; Turner and the audience both respond with loud groans. Travis repeats the slap again, getting angrier as Trent's chest bomes redder. Turner doubles over, clutching at his burning chest.

Steve Hebert: Miller is a madman!

Lex Robinson: Yeah, he's screaming and forcing Trent Turner back up into the corner.

Steve Hebert: A few elbows to the face and down goes Turner.

Travis stomps on the back of Trent Turner, not giving him the opportunity to catch his breath or stand up. Travis angrily walks off to the opposite corner, hunching over and glaring at Turner as he slowly gets up.

Lex Robinson: Oh, this can't be good.

Steve Hevert: Oh, yes it can!

As Trent stands, he is unable to move out of the way before Travis Miller's shoulder comes launching into his stomach and quickly forcing him into the corner where his back smacks the ropes hard enough for him to buckle and fall to his knees.

Steve Hebert: Told you.

Lex Robinson: Now, Travis is setting Trent up for a belly-to-belly suplex. He lifts him, throwing Trent overhead and across the ring.

Trent lands on his back and lies pretty still. It looks as if Travis Miller may go for the pin as he walks towards the prone Trent Turner. A sadistic smile comes over Travis' face as he does not go for the pin, but instead pulls the groggy Trent up and places him on his shoulders.

Lex Robinson: I think he's going for his finisher, Public Massacre.

Steve Hebert: This could be the end, here.

Travis Miller walks around the ring, a crazed smirk on his face and a dazed Trent Turner on his shoulders. Before he can deliver his move, he is suddenly startled by the dimming of the lights and a video that comes on the screen at the top of the ramp.

Steve Hebert: What in the hell is this?

Lex Robinson: If I'm correct, that message says that Miller and Cock's wedding is next week and everyone's invited.

Lex Robinson is absolutely right! The message reads, "THE MARRIAGE OF T-MILL AND COCK: NEXT WEEK!" Underneath that, in smaller letters, read, "EVERYONE'S INVITED".

Lex Robinson: Are you going, Steve?

Steve Hebert: Hell no!

The message distracts Travis enough for him to drop Trent Turner off his shoulders, stepping towards the ropes in disbelief. He appears to be looking around for the culprit, presumably Cock, but no one appears. The distraction allows Trent Turner to pull himself together, roll Travis up into a pin from behind and use the middle rope for leverage. The referee drops to count, oblivious the Turner's feet being on the ropes, as the lights are still somewhat dimmed.

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

Lex Robinson: And Trent Turner picks up his second win with a cheap trick.

Steve Hebert: Not as cheap as that Hostess plug.

Lex Robinson: Damn it, they didn't pay for two mentions. You're giving away airtime for free.

Steve Hebert: Sue me!

The referee raises Trent's hand in victory, but he quickly snatches it away, drifting to the ropes and hopping over them, then to ringside, leaving Travis Miller in the ring arguing with the referee.

Flame: Tonight, Wargod, I sacrifice you.

The cannister of gasoline is picked up and is dumped all over Wargod -- from top-to-bottom. When the can is empty, Flame throws it overhead, sending it crashing off the rooftop and to the ground below, possibly near the crowd of fans.

Flame: With a wicked smile, I force you to your own hell.

He ignites the lighter and flicks it at Wargod's feet, snickering as a ball of fire soon swarms Wargod's entire body. With his head held high, Flame walks off, listening to the cries of pain coming from Wargod.

Jason Lord: This contract... it's ridiculous! I only wanted to take out that pseudo-God, Xander Gates. I didn't want to be figuratively chained to him! You tricked me!

Looking non-concerned, Corey shrugs his shoulders.

Corey Page: Ah, well.

Jason Lord: Is that all you have to say?! I swear, I'll...

Corey interjects himself.

Corey Page: You listen here, I'm the boss here! Not you; me! I'm the one who runs things! It was your stupidity that got you into his position; not me! Go take your anger out on your opponent!

With that said, Xander Gates walks into the picture.

Xander Gates: Is there trouble here?

Jason Lord: Yeah, you better believe it, you little punk. How dare you--...

Xander cuts Jason Lord off, while Corey fixes himself, standing in between both men.

Xander Gates: Don't give me that lip! Remember...

Xander smirks.

Xander Gates: It's in the contract. You break that, and you'll suffer one hell of a fine.

Jason Lord: Hmph...

Xander Gates: And you're not wealthy enough to fight the fine I'd serve you. Remember, I'm a Sin Wrestling Hall of Famer, and you're not. Everything you do is your own fault. Now, excuse me, Mister Page, I've got something for Jason to do.

Uttering those ominous words, Xander walks off, leaving Jason behind, having him stand next to Corey Page.

Jason Lord: I'll get out of this one way or another, even if I have to kill you...

He glares at Corey and then walks off.

Corey Page: Hey! That's harassment!

Fixing himself up some more, Corey turns around, coming face-to-face with his office door. Opening it up, he steps inside, the camera catching a glimpse of a scantily-clad Kitty Extreme, Chris Extreme's sister and Corey Page's girlfriend, standing in the background, leaning up against his desk. Seeing her, Corey devilishly smiles and walks inside, without shutting the door.

Kitty Extreme: Oh, Corey, it's so nice to have you back, finally. I tried hunting you down, but you were nowhere to be found. I was worried sick about you! I thought you were dead at one point!

Corey begins to talk seductively, while caressing Kitty Extreme.

Corey Page: Oh no, I wasn't dead. I've never been dead. They thought they got rid of me, and I'm still here... and now I'm alone with you. Something I've always wanted... you...

Kitty Extreme: Oh, Corey... hehehe...

Kitty blushes as Corey moves in on her, gently kissing her neck.

Kitty Extreme: I'm so glad that you're having this night in honor of my brother. You know, he was always a bastard, but he was still a human being.

Corey Page: Chris Extreme was much more than a bastard, Kitty.

He places his hands on her hands.

Kitty Extreme: Well, he was, though.

Corey squeezes her hands, hurting her a little.

Kitty Extreme: Ow, Corey, be careful.

He lets up.

Corey Page: Sorry, sorry.

He kisses her hands.

Corey Page: Anyhow, let's get serious. You know, I've always wanted this...

Corey's hands move up her arms and to her shoulders.

Corey Page: You and me... I've always wanted to be inside of you... ever since I was a boy...

He wraps his hands around Kitty's neck, almost throttling her throat.

Corey Page: God, I've always wanted to fuck you so bad...

Confused, Kitty looks at Corey.

Kitty Extreme: But Corey, we already have...

Silent, Corey stands still, not knowing what to say, or so it seems.

Corey Page: Uhm... heh... you know what I mean...

Kitty Extreme: No, I don't.

Silence beckons Corey once more. This time, he defends his words by spinning Kitty around and bending her over his desk.

Kitty Extreme: Ohhh... Corey...

Corey Page: Oh yeah, I've always wanted this...

Pulling down Kitty's pants, revealing her buttocks, Corey sticks his cock inside of her asshole, without lube, even.

Kitty Extreme: Agh! Corey! ...It feels weird.

Corey grabs her by the hair, shutting her up.

Corey Page: Yes, but you'll like it, you little slut.

With that, he starts thrusting inside of her. Amazed at what he is filming, the cameraman lets out a sound, which catches Corey's attention. Whirling his head around, Corey angrily pulls out of Kitty, storms over to his office door...

Corey Page: This is private, you black scumbag.

Corey refers to the cameraman's race and then slams the door. Standing outside, the cameraman picks up more sounds and moans coming from within the office.

Corey Page: God, I've wanted this for so long... I'm a sick, sick bastard... yes, I am...

Kitty moans, grunts, etc. as the scene fades out.

Singles Match
Jason Lord vs. Xander Gates

Following shortly behind him is Jason Lord lugging a massive cross along with him, on his back. On the cross, you can see "Xander F'n Gates" carved into it.

Once he rolls in, he walks into a corner to keep picking on the fans, waiting for his match to commence. Jason Lord dumps the cross at the side of the ring with a less-than-enthusiastic expression on his face only to have Xander demand that he props it up against the barrier.

Lex Robinson: How embarrasing is this for Jason Lord?

Steve Hebert: I don't know but he looks pretty pissed.

Immediately, Jason Lord charges towards Xander Gates and they lock up. Shortly after, Lord kicks Gates to the gut, breaking it up, and goes for a premature powerbomb. Unfortunately for him, while Gates is on his shoulders, he delivers stiff punches to the head and manages to slip off, grabbing Lord's head and ramming his face into the mat.

Xander is the first to his feet but Jason is soon to follow. Keeping the momentum, Xander runs at the ropes and springs off for a springboard dropkick. Jason sees this coming and moves just in time, only to bring his knee into Xander's ribs as he falls to the mat. As Xander attempts to get up, Jason brings both fists together and rams them between Xander's shoulder blades in a double axe handle. Jason Lord spits on Xander before pulling him up to his feet by his hair.

Lex Robinson: Spitting on Xander-God! How dare he?

Steve Hebert: Oh he dares, Lex. He dares.

Lex Robinson: Xander counters with punches to Jason's stomach!

After making Jason Lord back up, Xander takes a run at the ropes and bounces back to dodge a clothesline by Lord. He comes bouncing off of the opposite ropes in time for Jason Lord to turn around and fall hard to the mat due to a clothesline from Xander. Gates pulls Lord up to his feet again and attempts an irish whip into the corner, but it's reversed.

Steve Hebert: Oh that was an intense reverse.

Lex Robinson: Xander hits hard and falls right out of the corner!

Jason Lord hurries to grab Xander's legs and quickly ties them up for a sharpshooter.

Lex Robinson: You can see the veins popping out of Lord's neck! He's wrenching hard on Xander!

Steve Hebert: Xander is in agony!

The ref gets into Xander's face, asking him if he's ready to submit. Xander shakes his head frantically but it's hard to see if he'll be able to endure much more. Jason Lord refuses to let up as he can feel Xander's joints about to snap, but Xander begins reaching desperatly for the ropes.

Steve Hebert: Can he get them in time?

Lex Robinson: He does! The ref's making Lord let go of the hold!

Reluctantly, Jason Lord lets go and Xander lays there trying to recover. They both manage to stand up at reletively the same time, except Xander is limping. Somehow, Xander gathers the strength to kick Jason to the gut for a headlock and ultimately a DDT. Slowly becoming more energized, Xander Gates jumps up and pulls Jason to his feet before hooking his arm across Lord's chest.

Lex Robinson: Could it be?

Xander Gates flips backwards, taking Jason Lord with him and slams Lord's back into the mat as he lands.

Steve Hebert: X Marks the Spot!

Lex Robinson: Xander goes for the pin.

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

Lex Robinson: Xander Gates wins the match!

After having his hand raised in victory, Xander Gates pushes Jason Lord out of the ring and then steps out, himself. Just as he came in, Jason Lord reluctantly grabs the heavy cross and drags it back up the ramp behind Xander Gates.

Destiny Daniels:: [searching] Turner, is it?

Trent Turner: Funny. You're that girl that rules Sin Wrestling?

Destiny Daniels: Eh, you could say that. And forgive me... [drags on the cigarette, blowing out the gray-ish wisps of smoke to the side] I'm not good with names.

Trent Turner: Well, if you are new to the Trent Turner experience I suggest you check out my work this week. But besides that, what are you doing here?

Destiny Daniels: Making money punching bitches in the face. Dream job, no?

Trent Turner: I don't really believe in money, but it works I suppose. I didn't mean what are you doing here. I meant, what are you doing right now, here, in this spot?

Destiny Daniels: [drops her cigarette butt to the ground, stamping out the dim ember with her boots] Well, nothing much now. How 'bout you, Trent?

Trent Turner: Just trying to unwind before my match, you know? I was hoping to get a line in. Do you drill?

Destiny Daniels: [chuckling] I'm taking a guess at what you mean by that... No, just the Marlboros and the Four Roses bourbon.

Trent Turner: Holy shit. Well if you are interested I got an eight back in my locker. If you want to be focused for a match like never before, I suggest you try it.

Destiny Daniels: [thinking about it] Do you make offers like this to all women hanging around backstage? There's a lovely bitch named Nikita around here somewhere...

Trent Turner: I don't usually do this at all. But from what I have you are the only person walking around here with a fucking head on their shoulders. Why is everybody around here so dull?

Destiny Daniels: Beats me. That's a question for someone who cares about these fuckers. But I'm cool with the offer on the table. Got nothing better to do, you know?

Trent Turner: I like your style. I know you'll enjoy this. Follow me. [Trent begins to walk, extending his hand behind him to Destiny to grab hold of, he looks back at her...]

Destiny walks behind Trent.

Destiny Daniels: I'll hold your hand, Trent, but don't get too excited. Wrists are easily broken.

She smiles demurely, placing her hand in Trent's and allowing him to guide her.

Chris Extreme Memorial Trophy
Destiny Daniels vs. Mike Phantasy

the
destiny
show

Destiny whispers, "Your destiny awaits." and the music, "Maneater" by Nelly Furtado fades in harshly, cranked up to its highest setting possible.

Maneater, make you work hard! Make you spend hard!
Make you want all, of her love!
She's a maneater! Make you buy cars. Make you cut cords!
Make you fall, real hard in love!

Scarlet fireworks explode in chain up to the top of the entrance ramp, where the flames form a ring of fire from which Destiny emerges alongside Trent Turner, who still has hold of her hand. Soon, he releases his grip and lets her way to the ring, alone, and returns to the backstage area.

You wish you never ever met her at all!
You wish you never ever met her at all!
You wish you never ever met her at all!
You wish you never ever met her at all!

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: Fresh off her hard-earned victory of Flame, Cock and Nikita; Destiny Daniels makes her way out.

Steve Hebert: And her apparent new love interest lead her out, as well. Boy, I missed Scar.

Lex Robinson: Uh, that wasn't Scar; that was Trent Turner.

Steve Hebert: ...It was?! What the hell happened to Scar, then?!

Lex Robinson: Snake-bitten, I assume.

Steve Hebert: Eh, good enough.

The lights in the arena dim as the SW-Screen lights up, signaling the entrance of the youngest Sin Wrestling Hall of Famer.

Steve Hebert: And here comes YOUR Purity Champion, Mike Phantasy!

Lex Robinson: Yup. Destiny defeated on-again/off-again ally of his, Nikita, to advance; I just wonder what'll happen here.

Steve Hebert: It's currently off-again, or so it appears, according to what happened earlier tonight, when she tried to strike him with his title.

Lex Robinson: Yeah, but he ducked and she hit Tony Millennia! Was it intentional? I hope not. These two better not be up to something. I mean, she did drive Mike off, though...

Steve Hebert: That's odd. Earlier you literally had your tongue up Nikita's asshole, now you've formed some sort of distrust with her. Figure out what you think, asshole!

Lex Robinson: Well, I think it was unintentional. If she was really helping Mike, it'd be insane; especially considering what occured at Rebirth and after Mike's match.

The Sin Trophy/Chris Extreme Memorial Trophy is brought down from the entrance area via several ring attendants and placed near the announcer's table.

Lex Robinson: The Trophy is right by us. You can literally reach out and grab it, Steve.

Steve Hebert: I'd reach out, grab it and pawn it in.

Lex Robinson: Knowing you, I wouldn't doubt that.

Steve Hebert: F'n right.

The bell rings, starting the match, with both competitors looking to follow in the footsteps of Casanova and Gwenivere Jordan.

Lex Robinson: Right away, the dangerous Destiny Daniels, and the sly Mike Phantasy lock horns. Unfortunately for Destiny, Mike gets the best of her, allowing him to apply a standing side-headlock. With vigor, he flips her over with a headlock takedown, but Destiny quickly scrambles to safety and leaps to her feet.

Steve Hebert: The Purity Champion will handle Destiny with ease. I predict it now. For example, look at last week's "Sin Rumble" match. He was the reason for her elimination and it'll be the same thing here.

Lex Robinson: I doubt that.

Steve Hebert: Mike walks towards her, looking to grab ahold of her, but to no such luck, as she swings around him. She then swings some swift kicks to his legs, abdomen and chest area! That bitch has Mike wobbling.

Lex Robinson: Not only that, but she quickly applies a wristlock and then spinning legsweeps Mike, knocking him flat on his back! Hopping up, Destiny somersault legdrops Mike Phantasy, hooks onto his left arm and goes to perform a cross-armbreaker. Mike, knowing the dangers of having Destiny cling onto a body part, hurriedly rolls out of the ring, where he argues with a few fans on the floor that mock him.

Steve Hebert: Give 'em hell, Mike. Those fans are just bastards, anyhow.

As Mike stands on the floor, Destiny speeds forward, threatening to leap at him with a suicide dive. Alarmed, Mike dodges out of the way, thinking he has outwitted Destiny, but to no such luck.

Lex Robinson: Turning around, Mike sees that he has been one-upped! Leaping over the top rope, Destiny lands on the side of the apron and gives Mike a lethal kick upside the right portion of his head, knocking him backwards.

Steve Hebert: Even more important is that goofy looking grin on his face. I don't think he knows where he currently is, thanks to that kick.

Lex Robinson: That certainly works in Destiny's favor, as when he turns around, she flies at him, taking him down with a hurricanrana off the side of the apron to the floor!

Steve Hebert: Goddamnit, if only Mike had caught her and slamed her pretty skull off the apron. I'd skullfuck her, then.

Lex Robinson: ...Yep.

Out here, Destiny continues to assault Mike with a barrage of stomps and kicks, eventually picking him up, only to back him harshly up against the railing, grab his hair and then roll him back inside.

Lex Robinson: Destiny gets back onto the apron and climbs to the top rope, a place where she has been perched several times tonight.

Steve Hebert: Like a damn snake, she lays back and waits for her prey to make a move.

Lex Robinson: Her prey being Mike Phantasy, of course. When he is facing her, she leaps off the top rope and tries to land another flying hurricanrana.

Steve Hebert: But Mike stops it! Instead, he drops down and delivers a sit-down powerbomb onto Destiny! So much for that.

Lex Robinson: She has to be worn down from her previous match, so that's gotta be extra pain after crashing that hard into the mat.

Steve Hebert: Hey, Mike was in a battle earlier, too; so it's no walk in the park for him, either. Wisen up.

Holding Destiny down, Mike plants his feet over her arms and shoulders, looking for a quick pinfall.

...1...2...

Lex Robinson: Mike looks for the pinfall, but to no avail; as Destiny easily kicks out at the count of two.

Steve Hebert: He's gotta stay on her.

As if listening to Steve Hebert, Mike coils his way up to his feet, stomps at Destiny's head and grounds her with a kneedrop to the skull. Continuing to grind his knee into Destiny's face, Mike mocks the audience, who return his cat-calls with a heavy layer of booing directed towards him.

Lex Robinson: Man, these fans hate Mike Phantasy even moreso than usual. I can't say that I blame them, either.

Steve Hebert: Christ, you're such a suck-up.

Taking a handful of Destiny's hair, Mike chops her up against the turnbuckle pads, taking a moment to drill her with some charging shoulders to the gut. Pulling back, revealing a sick smile on his face, he returns with a kick to her chest, lifts her up onto the top turnbuckle, sitting her there and then walking to the opposite side of the ring.

Lex Robinson: From across the ring, Mike darts forward... and leaps up onto the top rope in a single-bound!

Steve Hebert: Mike Phantasy is Superman!

Lex Robinson: He goes for a top rope hurricanrana, but Destiny is able to hang on, thereby sending Mike down to the canvas.

Steve Hebert: Luckily, he lands on his feet...

Lex Robinson: This allows Destiny to dive off the turnbuckle pads and try to catch Mike with a flying spin-DDT!

Steve Hebert: Hell no! He pushes her off; she lands on her feet, though...

Lex Robinson: Mike Phantasy goes for a Phantasize!

Steve Hebert: Good Jesus, she ducks that! She waits for Mike to turn around and once he does, she goes for an enziguiri... and now it's Mike who ducks that kick!

Lex Robinson: As a result, Mike is able to slide his hands up around the base of her waist/legs and then fling her backwards with a release wheelbarrow suplex, sending her sprawling into the turnbuckle pads! I think her head may have hit off that top turnbuckle pad, as well.

Steve Hebert: Good! Let's hope it knocked the bitch out.

Lex Robinson: It's safe to say that Mike has been on a tear lately, and it just may continue here tonight. At Rebirth, he won the Purity Title and it looks like he is closing in on obtaining the Sin Trophy, too. That's not a bad feat, at all.

Steve Hebert: That's what makes his a Hall of Famer, Lex. And do I have to remind you yet again that it's the Chris Extreme Memorial Trophy. Have some compassion, you awful bastard.

Pulling Destiny away from the ropes, Mike Phantasy drops down and hooks a leg, looking for a pinfall victory.

Steve Hebert: Wait, shush, there's a cover being made.

...1...2...

At the count of two, Destiny kicks out, showing that she still has a lot of fight left in her.

Lex Robinson: It's not over yet, Steve.

Steve Hebert: What disappointing news.

Angered at the lack of three, Mike begins to throw some harrowing knees into Destiny's body, hoping to wear her down nicely. After these strikes, he lifts her up, places her left arm around his neck and hoists her into the air, into a standing suplex position.

Lex Robinson: Brainbuster by Mike Phantasy!

Steve Hebert: He still has Destiny hooked...!

Lex Robinson: And another brainbuster! And another!

Steve Hebert: Haha, holy crap, he's going to knock that sexy, sexy bitch silly.

Lex Robinson: Still having her in proper position, Mike hoists her up after the trio of brainbusters and holds her there for a little while longer. When he deems fit, he throws her forward, drops onto his back and puts both knees in the air, forcing Destiny to land on them, chest-first!

Steve Hebert: Those are gonna be some squishy titties!

Lex Robinson: What odds about those... think of her chest... her ribs... even though Destiny is a tough woman, that'd hurt anyone.

Far from finished with toying with Destiny, Mike immediately lifts her up, not giving her a second to recuperate. After a slap to her face, he lifts her up onto his shoulders with a standing fireman's carry and twirls around, stopping only to heave her off and drops her neck-first onto his waiting knee.

Lex Robinson: Ouch! A helicopter spin into a death-valley driver... into a variant of a neckbreaker.

Steve Hebert: No need to go through all of that, Lex. Let's just say she was dropped on her neck.

Lex Robinson: Good enough for me. However, Mike refuses to go for a cover and instead opts to wear her down some more. Sitting her up, he jams his right knee into her back, while placing both hands around her face, applying a rear-chinlock. Hearing Destiny's cries of pain and aggression, the referee checks in on her, making sure she doesn't wish to quit, despite Mike forcing more and more pressure on her.

Steve Hebert: The more pressure, the merrier; at least that's what I say.

Lex Robinson: And if it's being applied to someone you like...?

Steve Hebert: Eh, you win some; you lose some.

Changing the pace once again, Mike relinquishes his hold on Destiny, stands to his feet and stomps her a few more times. Sending her up against the ropes with some chops, Mike whips her out and awaits her rebound, looking to strike her again. Sadly for him, she has other plans.

Lex Robinson: Destiny is able to flip upside-down against the ropes and return with a handspring leaping roundhouse kick to the side of Mike Phantasy's head! He was just knocked loopy!

Steve Hebert: Oh Jesus no.

Lex Robinson: Oh Jesus yes. Both of them are down, trying to recover from what just happened.

Steve Hebert: What if neither of them gets up?! Someone's gotta walk away with that lovely trophy in honor of our great friend, Chris Extreme!

Lex Robinson: It'll be awarded. Don't worry about that. Even if we have to go all night.

Steve Hebert: Now that's a frightening prediction.

Mike and Destiny lay on the mat, gasping for oxygen, both wanting to be the first up and attacking. At approximately the same time, both combatants get to their feet, with Mike charging at Destiny, who offers up a drop-toe-hold, dropping Mike on his face.

Lex Robinson: Destiny stops Mike in his tracks, but he is right back up. Again, he charges at Destiny, only to have his left leg swept out from under him.

Steve Hebert: Mike rolls out of the way of an elbowdrop attempt; thank fuck.

Lex Robinson: Kipping-up to his feet, Mike leaps over another legsweep attempt from Destiny, only to quickly follow that up with a Shining Wizard... which also gets ducked! Son of a bitch, this is almost too fast to call.

Steve Hebert: I second that. That's why I've decided to sit back and eat my hamburger.

Lex Robinson: Good idea.

Jumping up, Destiny monkey flips Mike Phantasy, but he ends up landing on his feet. Turning around, he focuses his attention back on Destiny, who is still on her back from the previous move. Rolling backward, she pushes herself up into the air, latches her feet around Mike's neck and rolls him up with a headscissors/victory roll combination.

Lex Robinson: Destiny with a rollup, with Mike's left leg hooked...

...1...2...

Steve Hebert: Mike kicks out!

Storming upwards, Mike gets to a standing position and hopes to lariat Destiny. Of course, she ducks underneath that, as well, continuing the pattern. From behind, she locks onto Mike's arm, looking for a backslide.

Lex Robinson: A backslide attempt by Destiny is thwarted by Phantasy, who overpowers her. Turning things around, Mike now hooks her into a powerbomb position.

Steve Hebert: She's up... and her crotch is in his face. What a whiff.

Lex Robinson: She reverses the powerbomb into a hurricanrana/rollup pinfall attempt!

...1...2...

Steve Hebert: Mike gets his feet up on her shoulders and sunset flips her...

Lex Robinson: Roles are reversed...

...1...2...

However, Destiny rolls backwards out of it, resulting in her jack-knife rolling Mike into a pinning combination...

Lex Robinson: Yet another reversal...!

...1...2...

Steve Hebert: Mike bridges out of it! He's no Beau Bridges, though.

Lex Robinson: Uh... they are both up, still gripping each other... Destiny breaks free of Mike and strikes him with a chop upside his neck, rendering him useless. She takes him down and applies The Cottonmouth! Tap! Tap!

Lex echoes the voices of the fans in the arena, who urge Mike to tap out. After several seconds of denying a submission, Mike Phantasy finally taps out, giving the hard-fought victory to Destiny Daniels.

Lex Robinson: She did it! Mike Phantasy tapped out!

Steve Hebert: No! No! No! You've got to be kidding me!

Lex Robinson: I assure you, no one's kidding you.

Steve Hebert: This is horrible!

Once Destiny releases her hold on Mike Phantasy, the referee officially awards her with the Sin Trophy/Chris Extreme Memorial Trophy, which he places in front of her, to a chorus of cheers. Breathless from wrestling in two matches tonight, she bends down to pick it up, only to show an ominous sign behind her.

Lex Robinson: She's earned it. Only good things can happen from here. Remember Gwenivere Jordan and Casanova?

Steve Hebert: I do. However, I also remember Stryker Graff... who is standing in the ring, behind Destiny, holding a steel chair!

Lex Robinson: What the shit?! Where did he come from?!

Steve Hebert: From the audience, apparently!

BAM!

As she holds the Trophy over her head, Destiny is shocked to feel the not-so-gentle caress of a steel chair rumble against her back.

Lex Robinson: Destiny crumbles to the canvas!

Steve Hebert: There goes her celebration plans.

Lex Robinson: As well, there goes the Chris Extreme Memorial Trophy, crashing onto the mat.

Steve Hebert: It's about time you got the name right!

Seconds after Destiny lands on the canvas, she is dealt another blow via the steel chair being held by Stryker Graff. She is hit for a third time and when she is about to be struck for a fourth, Trent Turner explodes from the backstage area, charges into the ring and is about to tackle Stryker Graff.

Lex Robinson: Trent Turner is here! He's going to save his newfound lady, I guess!

Steve Hebert: Don't speak so sudden...

As Trent goes to charge across the ring at Stryker Graff, Mike Phantasy, who has shrug off the damage from The Cottonmouth, springs to his feet and strikes him with the Phantasize kick, knocking him down and out.

Steve Hebert: Mike Phantasy to the rescue... of Stryker Graff, at least.

Lex Robinson: Next, he goes alongside Graff and they both start stomping and kicking at Destiny Daniels. Mike Phantasy -- what a sore loser!

Steve Hebert: Pffft, he was screwed.

Lex Robinson: How?!

Steve Hebert: Well, he... uh... good question. Kick her ass, Mike!

As a tandem, Stryker and Mike Phantasy dispose of Trent Turner, heaving him over the top rope, only to return to do more damage to Destiny. Eventually, the attention of the fans turn towards the entranceway, where Nikita is charging towards the ring -- a steel chair in her hands, as well.

Lex Robinson: Here comes Nikita! She won't be blindsided by a Mike Phantasy attack, either. Not this time, anyhow.

Upon seeing Nikita and the chair, Mike Phantasy backs away from Destiny Daniels and slides out of the ring and runs into the audience. Stryker Graff, meanwhile, has no clue of the danger that is lurking behind him.

Steve Hebert: Oh no, Stryker... watch out...

WHAM!

Much like how he crippled Destiny with a chair attack, Stryker feels the same wrath from Nikita. One chairshot is enough to knock Stryker out of the ring, allowing Nikita to stand tall, while Destiny slowly gathers herself.

Steve Hebert: God, fuck Nikita. Can't she just mind her own business?

Lex Robinson: Not this time.

Offering a hand of help, Nikita picks Destiny up... only to have Destiny whip her arm away from Nikita, not wanting any help from her, whatsoever.

Lex Robinson: Oh boy. It's obvious Destiny isn't too fond of Nikita.

Steve Hebert: No shit. If it wasn't for Nikita, Destiny probably wouldn't have been eliminated at Rebirth's Sin Rumble.

Lex Robinson: In any event, we'll see you all next time, when we.... go BACK TO SCHOOL!

Steve Hebert: Oh joy.

Lex Robinson: They may be staring each other down right now, but Destiny and Nikita better bring their pencils and pens, as we finally begin our quest to crown a new World Champion. Who'll be teamed with each other and who will they face? Tune in to see.

Steve Hebert: Do I have to be there?

Lex Robinson: Yes, unfortunately.

Steve Hebert: Son of a...

The final shot of the night is Nikita and Destiny Daniels going eye-to-eye in the middle of the ring, sharing a few choice words, as Mike Phantasy escapes through the crowd and Stryker Graff walks to the back, trying to relieve the pain from the chairshot.

Kitty Extreme: Wow.

She walks off, with Corey Page following behind her, in hot pursuit.

Corey Page: I've always wanted to do that.

He follows behind her, letting the door slowly shut on its own, as he walks off. Ironically, though, the door does not completely shut -- thanks to a foot that stands in the way. Tony Millennia's foot, to be more precise. He looks around, making sure that Corey Page is out of sight, pushes the door back open and steps inside, letting the door shut behind him. From inside, some rumbling can be heard, complete with Tony feeling disgusted with the overall smell of sweat, cum, shit, piss and god only knows what else. He steps out, his nose plugged, and with a folder in his hands. Noticing the camera, he gives a thumbs-up signal.

Tony Millennia: Got it. I'm going to figure out exactly what's going on here.

Slapping the folder in his hands, he walks in the opposite direction of Corey and Kitty, and The Chris Extreme Memorial Show ends with a picture of the door closing.