The image opens up with Chris Carson standing in front of a somber Stevie Swing, which is quite a different attitude for Stevie. Speechless, he just stands there, fiddling with the tape around his wrists, while Chris Carson verbally reams him.
Chris Carson: You let us down! You let the entire male population of Sin Wrestling down! How could you?! You dropped the ball... you dropped the ball to old pinky. What do you have to say for yourself?
Stevie's silence is finally broken, thanks to a monotone, robotic reply.
Stevie Swing: Nothing.
He goes to walk off, only to be stopped by Chris Carson.
Chris Carson: Nothing? Nothing?! You may as well walk off...
He releases his hand from Stevie's shoulder.
Chris Carson: If you don't capture that belt and remove that pink, tonight, you will regret it. I am promising you that.
Watching as Stevie casually walks off, Chris Carson shakes his head, not liking how things are going.
Chris Carson: This is horrendous. I need to discuss this with Corey Page, immediately.
On cue, Chris Carson stomps off; but he doesn't have far to walk, as he stops outside of Corey Page's office door.
Knock, knock, knock.
Getting no answer, he gives three more knocks and stands in waiting, finally losing all patience.
Knock, knock, knock.
Chris Carson: Where is he?!
Finished waiting, Chris Carson steps back and then kicks the door open. Barging inside, he looks for the Sin Wrestling owner...
Chris Carson: Listen, Page...
No one's inside.
Chris Carson: Where the hell is he?!
Emptiness pervades around the room, as Chris Carson turns over objects, looking for the Sin Wrestling owner. Noticing that the chair in the office is turned around, Chris steps up to it and swings it around.
Chris Carson: There you... what?!
When Chris Carson turns the chair around, he finds... well, nothing. Nothing except for a card that he picks up and reads. Scratching his head, Chris Carson throws the card down and walks off, mumbling to himself.
Chris Carson: Sure... right... he's probably gone off to find more women to ruin this place.
He stomps out of the office, while the camera zooms in on the note. It reads...
I said no, no, no.
JUST KIDDING!
No more drinking, ever.
p.s. I'm really gone to rehab.
Signed, Corey Page"
The camera fades in, showing a hazy, smoky bar. Peeling through the smoke and the crowd, the camera soon focuses in on two figures standing at the bar, having drinks laid out in front of them. These two figures, Steve Hebert and Lex Robinson, turn to face the camera.
Lex Robinson: Hello, everyone, you are watching the first-ever internet podcast for Sin Wrestling! This is will be a review of everything that went down at the 14th episode of Eternity.
Steve Hebert: Wait a fucking schecond; internets how do... *hiccup*...
Lex Robinson: Uh, as you can see, Steve is a little "under the weather" and...
Just then, Steve Hebert vomits into a nearby bucket.
Lex Robinson: Gross.
Steve Hebert: Sorry, I felt that coming a mile away.
Lex Robinson: Are you okay? Are you ready?
Steve Hebert: I'm good to go!
Fixing himself up, Lex Robinson begins to carry on.
Lex Robinson: Anyhow, like I said, we're here to discuss the happenings of Eternity #14, let's get under way. We had several great matches; including an amazing main event that we will show in full, and we even had a title change! We'll get to those in a second. But first, we start with tonight's opening match.
Steve Hebert: Oh man, the first match of the night... what a match. Best match in Sin Wrestling history, bar none. I laughed, I cried, I jerked off and I ate my ejaculation... it was just so good. Now who was in the match, again?
Lex Robinson: Shawn Samson and Sebastian York...
Steve Hebert: Ah, yes. Shawn Samson and Sebastian York. They fought... they brawled... they did it all!
Lex Robinson: Uh... well, it was pretty much Shawn Samson kicking the life out of Sebastian York.
Steve Hebert: Same thing!
Lex Robinson: Let's look at how it ended...
The image fades out, only to then rewind to the opening match of Eternity 14.
The cameras switch to earlier tonight, when Shawn Samson and Sebastian York are in the ring. Down on the mat, with his face planted in the canvas, Sebastian York lays victim to a multitude of stomps from Shawn Samson, who is fresh off his return to Sin Wrestling. Over and over again, Shawn stomps Sebastian York down, keeping him grounded, even grinding him into the corner turnbuckle pad.
After lifting Sebastian up to his feet, Shawn whips him into the corner and follows in, hoping to deliver a running back-elbow. However, Sebastian York side-steps out of the way, resulting in Samson smashing elbow-first against the top turnbuckle. Hoping to use this miscue to his advantage, Sebastian York commences punching at Shawn Samson's head, locking him in the corner.
It isn't until Sebastian York messes up a backdrop-attempt that Shawn Samson is able to return to power. Having leap-frogged over Sebastian's back, Shawn Samson stands on his feet, watching as Sebastian turns around. Just as the time is right, Shawn Samson leaps into the air and hits the "Stoner", driving Sebastian York's face into the ground.
With ease, Shawn Samson makes the cover...
...1...2...3!
Victorious, Shawn Samson rolls off Sebastian York and calmly walks to the back, proud of his victory.
Winner: Shawn Samon
Switching from showing a victorious Shawn Samson, the cameras then change to the bar section, displaying Lex and Steve on camera.
Steve Hebert: And that wouldn't be the first time we would see Shawn Samson, either.
Lex Robinson: You're right. Up next, we have Shawn Samson in the backstage area, daydreaming...
Steve Hebert: How I wish it were me. How I wish...
Lex Robinson: You want to daydream about Jimmy Luciano?
Steve Hebert: Uh... screw you. Jimmy Luciano is a dickhead that needs to step out of the past and step into the present and the future. Nobody cares about his retarded past-accomplishments; especially not me. I hope Shawn Samson kills him.
Lex Robinson: Uhm... I guess you haven't seen everything that transpired tonight... roll the video.
Fade out.
The scene fades backstage, where we are introduced to a blurry camera shot of Shawn Samson walking into the restroom. He walks past the urinals and into one of the stalls. As Shawn is about to take of his pants and sit on the toilet, he hears footsteps in the restroom. Light whistling is suddenly heard from the other side of the stall. Shawn decides against taking off his pants, looking a bit paranoid.
Shawn Samson: Hello? Who’s there?
Within the seconds of uttering these words, the door is kicked in, almost ramming Samson in the face. Jimmy Luciano is standing on the other side of the door. He’s wearing a trademark Luci smile on his face – the “I am better than all of you” smirk.
Jimmy Luciano: Hey douche.
Samson instinctively staggers back and finds support in the back of the wall. He then stands back up and lifts his head, not to let Luciano see he’s caught him by surprise.
Shawn Samson: What the hell do you want?
Jimmy Luciano: Look, bro, we’ve been through thick and thin, right? [smirks] Hell, we’ve beaten the thick and thin in the process. It’s stupid; we let something this petty as me not giving you a call, ruining our friendship, right?
Shawn Samson: It’s not just that, Jimmy. The phone call, or the lack of one, just proved that you’re only thinking about yourself. That you don’t care about Shawn Samson.
Jimmy Luciano: I’m sorry; you know that’s not the case. Look, I brought a little something.
Jimmy reaches behind his back and pulls out an old, wild wild west type of a revolver.
Shawn Samson: Look at Luciano, bringing the gun...
Jimmy Luciano: Let me let you in on a little secret. It’s a peace offering. It’s really a bong. Samson’s eyes light up like those of a little boy when he finds gifts under a Christmas tree. The one and ultimate proof that Santa exists. Something similar can be said for Samson right now. With his peace offering, Luciano proves his intentions are legit. Shawn hesitates for a while, trying to catch any last second changes that might prove Luciano is trying to con him.
Jimmy Luciano: Nice disguise, huh? It’s easier to bring a gun into this place, than a fucking bong.
Shawn Samson: What do you have in there...?
Jimmy Luciano: White widow...
Samson finally caves.
Shawn Samson: Oh, fuck it. Light the fucker up.
Jimmy Luciano: [pulling out a zippo] Oh, shit… I forgot, though... there’s one in the chamber.
Suddenly a loud BANG goes off.
Shawn Samson falls over, drooling from his mouth, his eyes are bloodshot; he is unconscious. There is a passed out, topless brunette on the sofa next to where Samson was previously. Samson’s saliva is all over her breast, as he’s been drooling on it. She was not disrupted by Shawn’s crash to the floor. He shakes his head and looks around the locker-room.
Shawn Samson: Fuck, it was just a dream. The scene fades as Samson goes back on the sofa, assuming the same position as before.
Fade in.
Lex Robinson: We'll have much more on the Jimmy Luciano/Shawn Samson situation in a moment, but for now, we've got to keep you updated on the other things that occured at Eternity #14. For instance, we even had a debut of a new female wrestler. And quite frankly, she did pretty well for herself, what do you think Steve Hebert?
Steve saunters into the camera's view, placing a handful of nuts in his mouth.
Steve Hebert: Are you talking about that bitch, She-Ra? I loved her 80's cartoon.
Lex Robinson: No, I'm talking about Shara, who debuted in a match against Savage Youth, Ali Khadafi and Dan Black.
Steve Hebert: Oh... her. Yeah, she's pretty darn cool, too. She's supposed to be someone's sister... or something. Or maybe she's a "sista", if you know what I'm sayin'. I don't know.
Lex Robinson: She had a tough challenge in Dan Black, the former Purity Champ, Savage Youth, who is just nuts; and in Ali Khadafi, who is just...
Steve Hebert: Who is just black. Black and crazy.
Lex Robinson: Well... yeah. Show the final moments of that match...
Swoosh. Fade to the next match.
The waning moments of the first-fall wins match is shown. Dan Black is visibly beating down Shara, the newcomer, while Ali Khadafi and Savage Youth brawl on the floor. Lifting Shara up, Dan Black attempts a back-suplex, but she is able to back-flip out of his attempt and land on her feet, behind Dan. Thinking quickly, Shara leaps into the air and connects with a dropkick to Dan Black's back, knocking him chest-first into the corner. As he stumbles back, Shara school-boy rolls him up...
...1...2...
However, at the count of two, Dan Black kicks out and instantly charges to his feet. Right away, he angrily flings a big boot at Shara's head; but she ducks. Out of nowhere, she leaps into the air, extends her right leg and then hits a superkick, which she likes to call the "Shut Up, Bitch!"
Watching as Dan Black collapses onto his back, Shara instantly climbs to the top rope, watching as Savage Youth and Ali Khadafi strike each other on the floor. Turning away from Dan, she leaps off the top turnbuckle, connecting with a top rope somersault plancha to the floor, knocking both Savage Youth and Ali Khadafi down!
Eventually, Shara rises to her feet, capitalizing on the fact that her superkick struck Dan Black directly where she wanted it. Having Dan still laid out, she promptly lifts herself up onto the apron, climbs to the top rope and dives off, hitting her version of a Sky Twister Press, which she calls the "Street Chic"! Right away, she makes the cover...
...1...2...
At the two, Savage Youth leaps up onto the apron; while Ali Khadafi jumps up and also grabs onto his heel. From within his pants, Ali Khadafi removes a fork, which he jams into Savage Youth's calf, watching as blood gushes everywhere. As a result, Savage Youth is unable to break the count...
...3!
Victorious in her first Sin Wrestling match, Shara rises to her feet, watching with a grimace as Savage Youth falls onto the apron, holding his bloody calf. Venturing to the outside, she walks to the back, Ali Khadafi shares some choice words with Savage Youth, who needs medical attention, as he still has the fork jammed into his leg.
Winner: Shara
Fade back to Lex and Steve, who is holding up the bloody fork, inspecting the blood plasma on it.
Steve Hebert: That was horrible... that was disgusting... that was gross... that was awesome! I loved it! I'd pay to see it happen again! It was long overdue, might I add.
Lex Robinson: Yup. Shara may have gotten the victory and Dan Black may have been pinned; but it was Savage Youth that really lost this match.
Steve Hebert: And a lot of blood, too! It made me hungry for a steak, too.
Lex decides to change the subject.
Lex Robinson: Speaking of steak, there was some sort of steak-like meat handed out at Eternity #14!
Steve Hebert: Mmm... and was it ever good.
Lex Robinson: Ironically, this act of charity was done by none other than Chris Extreme, can you believe that?
Steve Hebert: Of course I can. I've been saying he's a nice guy for the longest time, now! Sheesh.
Lex Robinson: I think this is best left to be explained by the videotape.
Fade out.
Rammstein's heavy German music of "Sonne" blasts the speakers.
Dear world,
I hate you...
I hate women, sluts, and faggots...
I hate preps, geeks, hippies, wiggers, punks, emos, goths, and trendy cultures...
I hate niggers, spics, chinks, sand niggers, tee-pee niggers, eskimos, and any poisoned race that isn't pure white...
I hate Jews, Muhammad, Buddah, Jesus, L. Ron Hubbard, Anton LaVey, and all world religions...
I do, on the other hand, like vanilla milkshakes.
Love,
Chris Extreme
p.s. I'm the world's greatest asshole.
"Sonne" booms louder and Chris Extreme marches out exposing the swastika on his bare chest, while geared up in his white boxers and white socks. In his hands, he is carrying a tray of food, which has tiny German flags sticking out of them. In the back of his white boxers, he has a microphone stuck in, tossing it inside the ring once he reaches the ringside area.
Walking outside of the ring, Chris hands off various German food items to people inside of the bar. He gives off some lager, some Bavarian chocolate and some German form of bread, which he even takes a big bite out of. Coming across a black bar patron, Chris Extreme stops, denies him some food and then beats him across the head with the tray, solidifying his love for "the master race".
Sliding inside, he picks up the microphone and starts to ramble, despite having bread in his mouth. As a result, his words come out jumbled and hard to follow... which can also be attributed to the giant glass of lager he previously downed. Nonetheless, a tent pitches inside of his boxers as he begins to detail why he isout here.
Chris Extreme: Hello faggots!
Blurting that out, a large mound of bread comes flying out of his mouth, hitting a teenage girl right in the forehead.
Chris Extreme: Rumor has it that Sin Wrestling is leaving this cesspool of negros. I, for one, am glad.
Various cheers and jeers come from the Texas crowd.
Chris Extreme: Because I get to come home! I get to be with my kind! I get to hang out with my family: Adolfus R. Hitler, Jim Hitler, Brutus Hitler, Shabazz Hitler, Joey Hitler, Jim Hitler the Third, and Ronald McHitler!
A varying degrees of cheers and jeers pour in from the audience yet again.
Chris Extreme: This August, Chris Extreme and Sin Wrestling is going to... Naziland!
Upon saying that, Chris Extreme drops the microphone and exits the ring, but not before pulling the chunk of bread he had coughed-up off the teenage girl's face and eating it. He takes a swig of beer and then exits to the backstage section of the bar.
The image returns to Lex Robinson and Ace Rodgers.
LeX Robinson: And, folks, I'm sure what Chris Extreme meant to say is that Sin Wrestling is going to Germany.
Steve Hebert: Not unless the Disneyland-chain has spread to Germany. I mean, Mickie Mouse would look good with a Hitler-stache.
Lex Robinson: Ugh...
Lex covers his head with his hands. In any event, Steve speaks some more.
Steve Hebert: Up next, we have the continuation of Shawn Samson and Jimmy Luciano. I, for one, hope that this is where Shawn Samson kills that asshole. How dare Jimmy Luciano break up with Shawn Samson, anyhow?
A despondent Lex Robinson cuts in.
Lex Robinson: Uh, Steve, they weren't dating. They were friends.
Steve Hebert: ...Oh. Well, Jimmy Luciano still looks like a walking, talking, giant penis.
Lex Robinson: Maybe so; but Jimmy Luciano isn't in the next segment. In fact, it's become apparent that Shawn Samson is looking for someone to watch his back. You wouldn't believe who he got, too.
Steve interjects.
Steve Hebert: But we have Dr. Orange versus... uh... some... guy before that. It really doesn't matter who the other guy is; because Dr. Orange literally maimed him. It was ridiculous.
Lex Robinson: You're right. Roll the next two clips.
The image fades out.
Instead of showing the closing moments of the Dr. Orange-Jake Matthews match, clips are shown of Dr. Orange dismantling Jake Matthews. For example:
...Dr. Orange is shown waistlock-suplexing Jake Matthews across the ring;
...Dr. Orange drives Jake Matthews's face into the middle turnbuckle, bending him over. This allows for Dr. Orange to charge forward and literally kick him in the ass, almost driving Jake out of the ring;
...He even hits the spinning brainbuster, driving Jake Matthews head-first into the canvas with "The Aneurysm".
...Watching as Jake Matthews rises, Dr. Orange stands back, only to rush forward like a charging bull, and send Matthews flying into the canvas with a spear.
Finally, with much vigor, Dr. Orange lifts a destroyed Jake Matthews to his feet, holds him up into a standing vertical suplex position and then jams him back down with a suplex-into-a-powerslam! Hitting the Orange Crush, Dr. Devard Orange crawls over Jake Matthews, making the cover...
...1...2...3!
Having obliterated Jake Matthews, Dr. Orange easily slips out of the ring, walks up to the bar area, pours himself a glass of liquor, drinks it down and then walks off.
Winner: Dr. Devard Orange
Sebastian York is sitting on a bench in a storage room, holding an ice pack over his knee and drinking a bottle of water. He’s a little banged up from his match at the top of the show, where he went against Shawn Samson, but still wearing his wrestling attire.
Voice: So, water instead of some beer?
York looks towards the door, as Shawn Samson is standing right under the doorpost. He’s already dressed in his street clothes, the ones that we’ve seen in the previous segment. York quickly gets up from his sitting pose, should the situation require a quick reaction.
Shawn Samson: Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here because... [he pauses] I think I saw something in you during our match.
Sebastian York: Umm... thanks, I guess.
Shawn Samson: Look, last week, I pissed a few people off, which might not have been the brightest idea I’ve had so far. But what’s done is done. So, now... I need to have somebody watch my back.
Samson comes closer to York and extends his right arm. York waits for a second, before accepting Samson’s proposed handshake.
Sebastian York: It’ll be my honor to have your back, Shawn.
Scene fades out.
We return to Lex Robinson and Steve Hebert, who are sitting on a bar stool, reeling over what they both saw -- the unity of Shawn Samson and his earlier opponent, Sebastian York.
Lex Robinson: Can you believe it? Shawn Samson has asked Sebastian York to watch his back. This just goes to prove that Jimmy Luciano intimidates Shawn Samson.
Steve Hebert: I don't know why Shawn Samson would ask some random guy to watch his back...
Lex Robinson: I just told you... that's Sebastian York. He even beat York earlier in the night.
Steve Hebert: Well, that makes zero sense. Shawn Samson needs no help. Jimmy Luciano is too big of a pussy to do anything. Believe me, I know these things.
Lex Robinson: ...Well then, you better keep watching.
Steve Hebert: Besides, why would Shawn Samson need someone whom he just beat?! It makes no sense!
Lex Robinson: Ehh...
Steve Hebert: But let's get to the point: fuck Jimmy Luciano and fuck his bullshit repition. He probably smells like a Jersey Guido. You know what they're like -- wearing too much cologne, smelling like a giant douchebag. God, it's disgusting. And does he ever ramble about the stupid shit! It's all talk, talk, talk; without making any actual point or twisting logic to fit his own ignorant ideology! Jesus Christ!
Reaching over, Lex Robinson pats Steve Hebert on the back.
Lex Robinson: There, there; it'll be all right, Steve. You can calm down, now.
Steve Hebert: Just... fuck! Fuck you, Jimmy Luciano.
Lex Robinson: Just roll the tape... we've got some more serious matters to talk about, too. We'll get to it right after showing both pinfalls from the Television and Lust Title match. Remember, the first-fall was a regular match, with the Television Title on the line. The second match was for the Lust Title, with no-disqualification being the set of stipulations.
Fade out to the match.
First-Fall
The cameras begin rolling the final moments of the first-fall; showing all three performers in the ring. The trio send a series of punches and chops to each other; Corey Ashton punches Jimmy Luciano, who turns around and chops Adora, who then strikes Luciano back, striking him with a forearm to the chest. This shot is enough to swing Jimmy Luciano around, who then walks right into another fist from Corey Ashton. In response to this, Jimmy Luciano strikes Corey with a knee to the gut, turns around and then lobs off Adora's head with a clothesline.
Jimmy Luciano, who is fresh off his match with Leah Petrelli at 100, stands to his feet, feeling the effects of being stabbed in the back by Leah -- literally. In any event, he stands to his feet, targeting Corey Ashton, who is hunched over. After delivering a knee-to-the-face, Jimmy Luciano positions Corey Ashton between his legs with a standing headscissors. He hoists him up into a crucifix-powerbomb position...
Only to have Adora springboard from the outer-portion of the apron, fly through the air and connect with a flying dropkick to Luciano's stomach, forcing him to drop Corey Ashton. Springing up to her feet, Adora leaps into the air and connects with a leaping spin-kick to Jimmy Luciano's face, knocking him up against the ropes. Seeing an open opportunity, Adora charges forward, jumps into the air, hits a spinning-heel kick and knocks both Jimmy Luciano and herself over the rope and onto the floor.
Luckily, Adora remains on the apron, while Luciano crashes onto the floor. Looking over her shoulder, it appears that Adora is going to hit a moonsault-dive onto him; but has other plans.
At the last second, she pulls up and somersaults her way into the ring. Latching onto Corey Ashton's shoulders, she wraps him up with a somersault-huracanrana, rolling through into a pinning predicament, hitting the Lady Godiva Blues with 100% precision! The count is then made...
...1...2...3!
Rewarded with the Television Title, Adora stands to her feet, holding the title high into the air. In the meantime, Jimmy Luciano stands on the floor, watching as Adora celebrates the first-fall. Excitedly, she exits the ring, happy to retain her title, also greatly appreciating the fact that she defeated Corey Ashton.
The match then switches over to a no-disqualification match, with the winner walking out with the Lust Title.
Second-Fall
Now that the match has progressed, things have shifted and the final moments are shown, with Corey Ashton and Jimmy Luciano brawling into the audience, where they also brawl towards the bar area. Luciano, who is now busted open, thanks to having a bottle smashed over his skull, reels back, watching as Corey Ashton charges at him.
Sensing danger, Jimmy Luciano ducks down, fleeting away from Corey's rush-attempt. With a backdrop, Luciano flips Corey into the air, crashing him down onto the bar, which refuses to crumple. Dragging Corey along the bar, shattering rows of glasses, cups and bottles; finishing the dragging off by smashing him into the side of the bar.
Soon enough, Jimmy climbs up alongside Corey Ashton, lifts him up and spits in his face, watching as a tiny dribble of blood trickles down Corey Ashton's face. Grabbing a glass from the overhead cupboard, Jimmy Luciano goes to break it over Corey Ashton's head, but Corey rises his right hand, blocking the shot. Alternatively, Corey sends a throat-thrust to Luciano's throat, knocking him backwards, looking for oxygen.
On top of the bar, both men fight, with Corey Ashton measuring Jimmy Luciano up. Charging forward, Corey looks to strike Luciano, but Luci leaps off the bar, forcing Corey Ashton to go spiralling off the bar, splattering himself through a wooden table.
On his feet, Jimmy Luciano stands, hoists up a stool and bashes it over Corey Ashton's back, breaking it apart. Throwing the remnants of the stool to the side, Luciano lifts Corey up to his feet, throws him towards a pool table and then proceeds to break a pool-cue across Corey's head.
Smashing Corey's head off the pool table, smearing blood across the top of it, Jimmy Luciano turns him around, standing headsicssors him and then hoists him up into a cruficix-powerbomb position. Aggressively flinging Corey Ashton forward, Jimmy Luciano drives him through the pool table, thereby sending pool balls hurdling everywhere.
Having Corey concussed, in a pile of wood, Jimmy Luciano steps over Corey Ashton's body, placing one foot on his chest. The count is then made...
...1...2...3!
Attaining the victory, the referee for the match hands Jimmy Luciano the Lust Title, officially taking the title from Corey Ashton's clutches. Wiping some blood off his own forehead, Jimmy Luciano stumbles off, holding the Lust Title in his clutches.
Winner(s): Adora and Jimmy Luciano
Present time...
Lex Robinson: What a great match! Adora retains her Television Title, pinning the guy that has been creeping around her for weeks, now. On top of that, Jimmy Luciano walks out as the new Lust Champion, as he powerbombs Corey Ashton through the pool table. Isn't it great?
The camera turns to Steve Hebert, who appears grumpy and agitated.
Steve Hebert: God, I HATE Jimmy Luciano.
Lex Robinson: You used to be all Kyle Broadway on his crotch. What happened?
Steve Hebert: What the fuck is a Kyle Broadway?
Lex Robinson: Who cares? What really matters is what happened after this match. It's... it's unbelievable.
Steve Hebert: Does it involve a truck running over Jimmy Luciano?
Lex Robinson: No.
Steve Hebert: Well, fuck that.
Lex Robinson: But it does involve Adora... you have to watch it to see it. Just watch.
The image fades.
Adora is walking through the backstage corridors of the bar, having her retained Television Title slung over her right shoulder, smirking as she is about to step into the Team Wifey locker-room. Pushing the door open, she steps inside, expecting to see Morgana prepare for her upcoming match; but alas, all she sees is darkness. She goes to flip on the switch...
But nothing happens. The lights remain turned off.
Adora: What the he--hummmppphhhh...
From nowhere, a figure steps out of the shadows, placing a cloth full of formaldehyde over Adora's mouth and nose. At first, she struggles, trying to break free; but the fumes eventually play against her, as her knees buckle from beneath her. She falls to the ground, having the Television Title crumple with her. Her attacker stands above her, grabs at her feet and begins to pull her away, leaving the Television Title behind.
The last image we see is of Adora's attacker yanking her out of sight, bringing her into the shadows.
As usual, the cameras return to Steve Hebert and Lex Robinson, who are both taking a shot from a glass.
Steve Hebert: OJ "The Dark Predator" Simpson has struck again!
Lex Robinson: Not quite. However, rumors swirl over Adora's whereabouts... and who her attacker is. I've heard rumors of it being Adora's estranged-husband... to it being Shawn Samson... to it even being Corey Ashton. Corey Ashton is one sick bastard; and considering his earlier loss, I wouldn't doubt it was him.
Steve Hebert: How dare you imply it was Corey Ashton! At the time, I was sitting at the bar, having a drink with him.
Lex Robinson: Uh, no you weren't. You were sitting at the announcer's desk, with me.
Steve thinks to himself, even rubbing his chin.
Steve Hebert: Maybe you're right, Lex, maybe you're right. Or maybe... just maybe... it was you that kidnapped Adora!
Lex Robinson: Uh...
Lex remains speechless, while Steve thinks he has solved the mystery.
Steve Hebert: Police, arrest this man.
Steve Hebert points to Lex Robinson, while Lex directs everyone's attention to the next segment.
Lex Robinson: Ladies and gentleman, here is the final stunning part of the Shawn Samson/Jimmy Luciano saga. Reminder, if you're squeamish, you may want to look away.
The image fades out, with Steve Hebert looking for someone to arrest Lex Robinson.
The scene fades backstage, where Shawn Samson walks into the rest room. He passes the urinals as he goes, stops and waits for a second. He looks around, as if he’s seen this before. He looks in the mirror, smirks, and continues walking. Shawn unlocks his belt and walks into one of the stalls. Just as he’s about to take off his pants, he hears footsteps in the rest room. ‘Shit,’ he thinks to himself ‘this looks familiar. Shawn decides against taking off his pants, looking a bit paranoid.
Shawn Samson: Hello? Who’s there?
Samson quickly opens the stall door, just as Jimmy Luciano is about to kick it.
Jimmy Luciano: Damn, there goes my dramatic entrance. Hey douche.
Samson looks at Luciano and is about to jump him, but Luciano takes a step back – raising his hands, motioning for Samson to calm down and listen for a moment.
Shawn Samson: What the hell do you want?
Jimmy Luciano: Look, bro, we’ve been through thick and thin, right? [smirks] Hell, we’ve beaten the thick-and-thin in the process. It’s stupid; we let something this petty as me not giving you a call, ruin our friendship, right?
Shawn Samson: It’s not just that, Jimmy. The phone call, or the lack thereof, just proved that you’re only thinking about yourself; that you don’t care about Shawn Samson.
Jimmy Luciano: I’m sorry; you know that’s not the case. Look, I brought a little something.
Jimmy reaches behind his back and pulls out an old, wild wild west type of a revolver.
Shawn Samson: Look at Luciano, bringing the gun. [shrugs] Where have I seen this before?
Jimmy Luciano: Let me let you in on a little secret. It’s a peace offering. It’s really a bong.
Samson looks at Jimmy, trying to figure out whether he’s serious or not. He’s not dumb enough to bring a real gun in here, is he? But then again, it wouldn’t be so hard to smuggle one into the building – the security is virtually non-existent.
Jimmy Luciano: Nice disguise, huh? It’s easier to bring a gun into this place, than a fucking bong.
Shawn Samson: What do you have in there…?
Jimmy Luciano: White widow.
That’s it. Shawn breaks. ‘He knows I cannot say no to white widow,’ Samson thinks to himself, before accepting Luciano’s peace offering.
Shawn Samson: Light the bitch up.
He puts the gun to his mouth, but realizes the predicament he’s in.
Shawn Samson: You’re not going to tell me there is one in the chamber now, are you?
Jimmy Luciano: [lights the zippo and ignites something that is supposed to be a joint] Actually... I am.
BANG!
A loud gunshot goes off and we hear the thud that Shawn Samson’s body makes as it hits the floor and the transmission quickly fades out.
The image returns, with two policeman surrounding Lex Robinson, along with Steve Hebert, who is behind the policeman, grinning gleefully. Thanks to Steve's bantering, Lex is forced to explain to the cops that he did not kidnap Adora.
Lex Robinson: Look, no, you've got the wrong person. I had nothing to do with it.
Policeman #1: Are you sure?
Lex Robinson: Yes, I'm sure; I'm telling the truth.
Policeman #2: Hmm... I think he's telling the truth.
Policeman #1: I don't know... this guy [he points to Steve Hebert] did say it...
When the policeman looks at him, Steve Hebert perks up and nods his head.
Policeman #1: He looks trustworthy. I think we should take him in for questioning.
Lex Robinson: Hey! Wait! No! I had nothing to do with it!
Steve Hebert: I'm sure! I saw you do it!
Giggling to himself, Steve watches as Lex is arraigned by the policeman.
Policeman #2: Eh, that's enough for me. Come down to the station; we're going to need to ask you a few questions.
Lex Robinson: But... but...
Lex looks at the camera.
Lex Robinson: Look, folks, just watch the main event, in all of its glory. Like we said, we have it here, the entire match. I'm... I'm...
Policeman #1: Come on, let's go.
The policeman eventually drag Lex Robinson away, leaving a snickering Steve Hebert behind. Grabbing a drink, Steve guzzles it down and wipes the liquid off his face and then waving "Goodbye" to the camera. We then rewind to earlier in the night...
The Electric Six's "Dance Epidemic" hits, and the fans start to give a mixed reaction to Steve Swing's arrival. Stevie, who was inches away from capturing the World Title at 100, makes his way to the ring, looking much more serious than his normal entrance routines. Passing several fans, he steps up onto the apron and slingshots himself into the ring, over the top rope. From here, he stands in the center of the ring, awaiting his World Title re-match.
oh make me over
i'm all i want to be
a walking study
in demonology
The arena darkens as the first chords of "Celebrity Skin" by the Hole tear through the sound system, sparking the words "Morgana" to etch across the blank screen in bold pink script, accompanied by images of Morgana. The crowd cheers loudly as pink and gold fireworks explode down the ramp, and Morgana saunters out from back stage, wearing a miniscule pink and black skort, black fishnets, knee-high boots and a tight black tank top, her pink hair pulled into two loose braids. Basking in the cheers of the crowd, Morgy slowly makes her way to the ring, pausing every so often to blow kisses to fans in the front row before bending to slip between the top and middle ropes.
you want a part of me?
well, i'm not selling cheap
no, i'm not selling cheap
"Celebrity Skin" dies over the speakers as Morgy parades confidently around the ring, waiting for the match to begin. Handing the World Title over to the referee, Morgana looks across the ring at a determined Stevie Swing, who cracks his knuckles, waiting for things to commence.
Ding, ding, ding!
Upon hearing the bell, Stevie Swing sways out of the corner, stepping into the center of the ring. In here, he watches as Morgana steps out from her corner, rubbing his hands will delicious intent. He goes for a lock-up, but noticing this, Morgana rolls forward, getting out of Stevie's way.
Appearing malcontent, Stevie turns around, an expression of displeasure on his face, as he again tries for another tie-up. Alas, it fails, in the same manner as the last attempt failed -- thanks to Morgy rolling out of the way, staying clear of his clutches.
Hopping up to her feet, the World Champion nonchalantly leaps back and forth, showing that she is ready for tonight's contest. In comparison, Stevie extends his left leg, displaying the increased health of it, which is quite a contrast to how it was at the end of their previous match.
Finally, Morgana gives in and allows for the tie-up to take place. After psyching Stevie out several times before, Morgana is able to quickly scurry out of the lock-up, slide between Stevie's legs, force him to hunch over and then leapfrog back over him, allowing herself to stand with her back facing him. Racing forward, she springboards off the middle rope and goes hurdling backwards, latching onto Stevie's right arm, bringing him down with an armdrag, in a scene straight out of their previous.
Just like before, both competitors eagerly rise to their feet, with both of them standing at approximately the same time. Wishing to catch Morgana off-guard, Stevie runs in at her and catches her with a forearm to the side of the head, dizzying her. Using this more impactful approach, Stevie is able to corner her, where he then follows up with some more forearms and chops. Soon enough, he opts to whip her across the ring, hoping to follow in behind her, wanting to clothesline her.
Alas, it isn't meant to be; as when he whips Morgy into the opposing corner, he charges in, only to have Morgana push herself into the air, using her two hands. With his plans diverted, Stevie Swing has no other choice but to halt himself, allowing for Morgana's legs to land on his shoulders and then spin around. From this position, Stevie is then able to overhead spinebuster-bomb Morgana onto the canvas, snapping the back of her head off the mat.
As soon as he sees Morgana bounce off the mat, Stevie reacts wisely, immediately sending himself into the nearest set of ropes. Springboarding back, he looks to hit a springboard moonsault, but Morgana views him coming. Rolling towards the ropes, Morgana is able to stay clear of Stevie's attack; while Stevie also notices Morgana roll to safety, thus enabling him to land clearly on his own two feet.
Watching as Stevie lands, Morgana instantly springs upward, hoping to catch Stevie off-balance. She decides to throw herself at him, hoping to connect with the "John-Woo Kick"; but Stevie sees this coming, as well. As a result, he steps to his left, resulting in Morgana's body being flung through the air and collapsing on the canvas.
She hopes to counter this mistiming, but before she can rise, Stevie goes on the attack.
Just as she reaches a kneeling position, Stevie lunges at her, striking her with a forceful knee to the head, rendering her dazed. Keeping up with his more vicious approach, Stevie starts kneeing her with his left leg, the same leg that had been injured at 100. Perhaps he's trying to psychologically intimidate her, wanting her to think his leg is 100% healed. Or maybe it's a reckless act, hoping for final vindication. Either way, the knees and kicks keep coming, as they strike Morgana over-and-over again.
Having snap-suplex Morgana from the corner, Stevie soon rises back to his feet, taking a moment to motion to the fans, who send back a mixed reaction. Hunching over, he goes to grab onto Morgana's shiny, pink hair, but is surprised when she also reaches up, rolling him up with an inside-cradle!
The referee drops down, making the count...
...1...2...
Despite capturing Stevie by surprise, Morgana is unable to obtain the three-count, thus the matches progresses and a shocked Stevie gets to his feet.
Right away, he offers a stomp and a kick to Morgana's head, keeping her down and unable to take an offensive stance. In fact, Stevie Swing seems to take a page out of Morgana's own book, as he kicks at Morgana's right knee, trying to keep her down.
After a dozen-or-so stomps, Stevie hoists Morgana up to her feet, kicks her her in the kneecap and then throws her back-first into the corner, where she hunches over, holding onto her leg/knee. Standing in the opposite corner, Stevie Swing watches as Morgy remains bundled over, immediately having an idea pop into his head.
Like a locomotive without control, Stevie blatantly charges forward, leaps into the air and tries to drive his left knee into Morgana's chest. Unfortunately for his sake, the World champion is able to see his arrival; thus allowing her to side-steps his attack. With his left knee crashing against the top turnbuckle pad, Stevie stumbles backward, only to have Morgana schoolboy him.
Again, the referee counts...
...1...2...
And again, Stevie Swing is able to kick out. Unlike the last time, though, he is showing signs of the injury returning to his left leg. As he rises up, he taps and slaps his left leg, trying to get more feeling in it, removing his focus from the match. Out of nowhere, Morgana is able to push herself up and connect with a seated-dropkick to Stevie Swing's left leg, dropping him onto the canvas!
Aware of danger, Stevie immediately rolls to the outside, trying to walk off the damage done onto his leg. This lapse in concentration is enough to allow Morgana to study his walking motion, giving her the chance to bounce off the furthest set of ropes and bounce forward. Having her sights focused on Stevie, she goes to perform a suicide dive, diving over the middle rope, hoping to take out Steve; but again, Stevie sees her coming.
Despite having the pain return in his left leg, Stevie becomes aware of his predicament, allowing him to reach out and strikes Morgana with a stifling forearm to the head before she can fully launch herself. Now having her laying across the middle rope, he instantly leaps onto the side of the apron, kicks himself into the air by using the middle rope and comes flying down, delivering a guillotine legdrop to the back of Morgana's head.
Having been choked across the rope, Morgana's head snaps back and her body returns to the center portion of the ring. Shrugging off the damage to his knee, Stevie Swing calmly climbs to the top rope, hoping to strike Morgana with some sort of move. Before he can maintain his position, though, Morgana shows her everlasting agility and durability, by popping back up to her feet and pushing the effects of the guillotine legdrops off her.
Charging into the corner, she almost soars up the turnbuckle pads. Once reaching the top turnbuckle, she is able to throw herself into the air and connect with an enziguiri to the back of Stevie's head, keeping him off-balance high-above the ring. As she lands, she quickly gets back up, scurries up the pads for the second time and goes to deliver a super-huracanrana, dropping Stevie all the way to the canvas.
However, Stevie is able to roll through with the motion; and then swing the huracanrana over into a flying sit-down powerbomb onto Morgy! Hooking his legs over her armpits, he makes the cover...
...1...2...
...
Morgana kicks out, much to the joy of the fans!
Rolling backwards, she winces at the pain, only to quickly rise back up to her feet. Before Steve can figure anything out, Morgana delivers a seated-dropkick to his face, knocking him onto his back. Springing back up, she grabs onto both of his legs, paying close attention to his left, and then jack-knife rolls on top of him, looking for a quick cover over her own.
As usual, the referee drops down and re-starts his three-count.
...1...2...
At the count of two, Stevie Swing is able to bridge his way out of it! Getting up to his feet, he is able to twist the momentum around and then backslide Morgana, trying to pin her shoulders down to the mat.
...1...2...
This time, it's Morgana who escapes the pinfall, allowing her to keep her World Title, for now.
Nevertheless, both embattled competitors rise to their feet at approximately the same time. Looking for an opening, Stevie Swing hurls his right hand at her face, but she is able to dodge it, forcing Stevie to try and deck her with his left.
Again, Morgana escapes the punch, as she is able to latch on to his left wrist, charge into the ropes, climb them, moonsault and twist her body around and then bring Stevie Swing down with an armdrag. Confusion strickens Stevie, who, despite his best is still unable to contain and counter every single oneof Morgana's move. But he's tryingand he's not backing down, despite the armdrag sending him to the floor.
Out here, he lands awkwardly on his left leg, jarring it, forcing him to gingerly step around, while Morgana once again measures him up from inside of the ring. As she blasts forward, she goes to deliver a baseball-slide dropkick, but Stevie instantly becomes aware of this.
Feet-first, Morgana slides towards Stevie, hoping to strike him in the face. However, thanks to being able to see her slide, he is able to roll back into the ring; and seconds later, the roles are reversed. Inside of the ring, Stevie stands, trying to pop his left leg into position, while Morgana lands on the floor, grinding her two feet into the canvas.
Doing his best to ward off the pain, Stevie decides its his time to try something drastic; almost copying Morgana and her previous attempt. Seconds ago, it was the World Champion that was attempting a baseball-slide dropkick. This time, alternatively, it's the challenger that is sliding towards his opponent.
Coincidentally, Morgana also sees this baseball-slide attempt, prompting her to roll inside, much like Stevie Swing did. In a moment of irony, Stevie Swing returns to a standing position on the floor, while Morgana leaps up onto the ring, avoiding the baseball-slide dropkick. Watching as Stevie turns towards her, Morgana threatens to hit Stevie with a springboard moonsault to the floor -- perhaps with an extra rotation, like her last match against him.
Wishing to avoid this move like the plague, Stevie turns around and literally stumbles off. With his back turned, Stevie thinks he has foiled Morgana's moonsault attempt, not realizing that she has a trick up her sleeve, as well.
When Stevie turns around and faces Morgana, he witnesses a glaring ball of pink soar towards him. Having stopped herself from moonsaulting off the middle rope, Morgana notices Stevie Swing prance around, taunting the fans. Deciding to pull up on the move, she turns around, faces Stevie, who had been raising the ire of the fans, and then leaps off the middle rope -- vaulting herself through the air and hitting a shooting star press-into-a-Tornado DDT on the floor!
A raucous of cheers ring out from the stunned fans, who rise to their feet, cheering both competitors on, giving them both a standing ovation. First up is Morgana, who is dazed after throwing her body lifelessly through the air. She rolls inside, but is soon followed behind by Stevie Swing, who continues to battle on, not ending his quest for the World Title.
In the ring, Morgana is the first up to her feet. Noticing that Stevie Swing is laying parallel to the turnbuckles, she soon hovers in, slingshots herself into the air, thanks to using the top rope for leverage, and then split-legged moonsaults herself onto Stevie Swing. She hooks his left leg, hoping for a pinfall.
The fans count along with the referee...
...1...2...
Before the three is made, Stevie Swing places his right foot on the bottom rope.
...Unfortunately, the referee does not see it.
...3!
The crowd is in an uproar. Morgana has retained her World Title...
...or has she?
Thinking she has been awarded the victory, Morgana rises to her feet and holds her right hand into the air. As she does this, though, the referee notices that Stevie Swing has his foot rested on the bottom rope. After going back-and-forth in his mind, wondering what to do, the referee walks up to Morgana and talks to her.
He has no other choice to restart the match!
A muddle of shock, jubilee and agitation spreads across the bar, as the rowdy fans all thought the match was over. But little did they know what would soon happen.
After discussion with the referee, Morgana tries to find an explanation for the restart, with the referee repeating that Stevie's foot had been on the bottom rope. Distraught over the restart, Morgana turns around, wanting to finish Stevie off--...
WHAM!
Unfortunately for the current World Champion, she walks right into the foot of Stevie Swing.
Fortnately for the challenger, his left leg still has some health in it, despite the damage it has received.
Unfortunately for the World Champion, The Last Dance superkick catches her squarely in the jaw, knocking her loopy.
Falling backward, Stevie Swing feels he has the match won. All he has to do is crawl towards her and make the cover, but the energy he exerted in using his left leg leaves him vulnerable and unable to move with haste. Fighting the pain off, Stevie eventually makes the cover on Morgana...
The referee drops down, the cover is made, the fans actually sing along with the count...
...1...
The referee's hands drop once...
...2...
Twice...
...
A nano-second before the three can be made, Morgana, the dominant World Champion, is able to pluck her shoulder off the mat, thus continuing the match.
In pure disbelief, Stevie kneels, trying hard to convince himself that he has not defeated Morgana. Seconds later, he grabs onto Morgana's pink hair, sits her up and then yanks her to her feet. Applying a cobra-clutch, he tries to wear her down. She's only in the rest-hold for about 30 seconds, though, as he soon tires of holding her up; and opts to cobra-clutch suplex her, instead. Flying backwards, Morgana lands on the base of her head, leaving her crumpled in a heap.
With the damage done, Stevie Swing crawls to his feet, watching as Morgana's writhes on the canvas, in an obvious amount of pain. Again, he lifts her up, deciding to place most of his weight on his right leg and front-facelocks her. Pushing himself off the middle turnbuckle, he swings back, driving Morgana head-first into the canvas with a Tornado-DDT.
Laying parallel to the turnbuckles, a position Stevie himself had been in not too long ago, the challenger and "The Dancing King" slowly roots himself into the ground and rises to his feet. Escalating himself to the top turnbuckle pad, Stevie has his back turned on Morgana and then points at her fallen body. Barely a second later, he corkscrew moonsaults himself off the top rope, turning it into a 450 degree splash on the way down -- his version of a Morgasm!
It misses.
At the very last moment, Morgana is able to roll towards the corner, avoiding having her own move used against her. Thanks to this, both competitors lay on the canvas, both of them finding it quite difficult to stand; with even the referee stepping back, deciding not to count either of them out, letting them fight it out.
Up first is Morgana, who is still very much damaged from The Last Dance superkick. Stumbling out, she watches as Stevie Swing rises to a kneeling position. Scrambling, she applies a camel-clutch variation and then pushes Stevie's head forward, positioning him into a camel-clutch pinfall rollup! His shoulders lay dormant on the canvas, prompting the referee to count...
...1...2...
Rolling forward, Stevie is easily able to escape the pinfall attempt. Ironically, Morgana is now face-down on the canvas, with Stevie Swing laying over her. Wrapping his arms around her ankles, he reaches forward, grabs onto both of her wrists and pulls back, applying a Bow-and-Arrow submission hold! Morgana looks as if she is about to literally crack into two pieces, while Stevie yanks back, doing his best to force her to submit.
Eventually, he releases the hold on her wrists and then positions her in a Dragon Sleeper, all while bending her backwards, almost cracking her in half. As this hold is applied, Stevie drives some punches and forearms into Morgana's chest, hoping to cut her breathing down.
Having this hold locked on for several minutes, it soon becomes obvious to Stevie Swing that Morgana will not tap out; and that he is going to have to look to another way to get the victory. Proceeding ahead with his plans, he wobbles to his feet, his left leg still bothering him. Shrugging the pain away, he takes another handful of pink hair and literally drags Morgana to her feet.
From here, he lifts her onto his shoulders, hoisting her up into a standing fireman's carry position. Looking to drive her down to the canvas with a Death Valley Driver, Stevie's plans are thwarted by Morgana, who is able to flip over and land safely and succinctly on her feet. Feeling frustrated with Morgana's lack of compliance, Stevie swings a vicious lariat at her head, but another counter is thrown in, as Morgana ducks the blow.
Salivating for victory, Morgana swings behind Stevie, leaps onto his shoulders and then Victory Rolls him, locking his feet down, keeping him pinned to the canvas.
...1...2...
Stevie Swing rolls out of it; and exasperated, he gets to his feet before the speedy World Champion. Kneeing her in the gut, he applies a half-nelson, only to lift Morgana into the air and swing her over with a uranage-into-a-sitdown powerbomb! He rolls atop Morgana, making the pinfall...
The referee counts; as do the fans...
...1...2...
Kickout!
At the last second, Morgana again kicks out, leaving everyone to wonder who will walk out as the winner, if anyone. Even Stevie is showing signs of astonishment, trying to figure out how to get the victory. Perplexed, he again lifts Morgana up and Itish-whips her into the corner. Slowly, he walks in, chops her across the chest and hoists her up into a seated-position on the top rope. Climbing up alongside her, with his back turned to her, Stevie Swing looks to bring out the move he hit at 100 -- the "Go To Fuck".
Striking Morgana with some elbows, Stevie prepares to lift her onto his shoulders, which he does with success. Knowing that the last time he hit this move, he further injured his leg, Stevie seems to switch sides, not wanting to injure himself anymore. It may not be as effective, but it will have to do, if Stevie wants to walk out as champion.
The time comes...
He leaps off the top rope, with Morgana on his shoulders and prepares to swing her out and drive his right knee into her face. However, becoming very aware of this, Morgana is able to comfortably slide out, avoid the knee to the face; and land with both feet on the ring apron, just as Stevie lands. Realizing he has lost his chance at hitting the new move, Stevie quickly changes to "Plan B".
From out of nowhere, Stevie Swing spits a mysterious red mist at Morgana!
...but she has it scouted, and she ducks that, as well. The red mist hits nothing but air!
Applying a 3/4 facelock, Morgana sets Stevie up for one of her infamous moves, The Fata Morgana, and hits it with perfection! Finding it harder to breathe, Morgana walks into the corner and elevates herself to the top rope. Leaping off, she glides through the air like a bird, finally landing hard onto Stevie Swing with the Morgasm!
She hooks his right leg, getting the pinfall...
...1...2...
...
Stevie Swing kicks out, at the last possible second! Just like how Morgana kicked out of his move, Stevie Swing now kicks out of Morgana's coup-de-gras!
The World Champion kneels on the canvas, trying to put the pieces together of what just happened. She seems absolutely stunned that she has not gotten the pinfall, forcing her to rise to her feet and pace around the ring, contemplating what to do next. A moment of clarity washes over her, freeing her of her supposed agony. Her plan: to hit the Morgasm one more time.
Stepping into the same corner, she walks over Stevie Swing's fallen body, and slowly rises to the top turnbuckle. As her two feet land on the top rope, she goes to leap off, contorting her body around, hoping to hit the second Morgasm. Unfortunately, she does not realize that slowly, but surely, Stevie Swing has slightly convalesced.
Twirling through the air, she swings her body around, hoping to land the 450 splash; only to spin around and swan-dive right into the canvas -- with a little bit of help from Stevie Swing, who uses his right leg to push himself off the canvas, leap into the air and connect with a jumping-cutter!
After driving Morgy's face into the ring, Stevie Swing slowly crawls into the corner and uses the top rope to help him stand. Rubbing his left leg/knee, Stevie begins measuring Morgana up, locking his crosshairs on her and her pretty little face. Everyone in the arena knows what's coming... that despite Stevie's injury, he's going to hit The Last Dance, even if it means completely rupturing every tendon in his leg.
In a grave matter, Morgana is also aware of the impending "The Last Dance".
While Stevie rubs his leg, trying to "fix" himself, he does not realize that Morgana has slowly regained conciousness. As Stevie charges out of the corner, about to connect with Morgana's jaw, as she stands, he is taken aback when Morgy charges at him, as well. Before he can protect himself, Morgana connects with a perfectly-timed seated-dropkick to Stevie Swing's left kneecap, leaving behind a brutal, sickening bone-snapping sound.
Delirious with pain, Stevie Swing can do nothing but fall to the ground and hold his leg, in an excessive amount of pain. Glimmering with delight, Morgana watches as Stevie rolls around in pain, feeling that she has things in her favour.
Little does she know that she is very correct in thinking this way.
Climbing to the top rope, Morgana faces Stevie Swing, who is still squirming in pain, and then somersaults off the top rope, delivering a flying double-stomp onto Stevie's chest, hitting the first part of her move "Often Imitated". She then rolls through, uses the second rope to propel her onto the top rope; and then leaps off, hitting the Morgasm for the second time on Stevie Swing!
The cover is made and Morgana hooks Stevie's injured left leg...
...1...2...3!
When the referee slaps the mat for the third time, Morgana knows she has officially won, as she has pinned Stevie clearly in the center of the ring. Up to her feet, Morgana receives the World Title, which she straps around her right shoulder, allowing the praise to soak in, noteven realizing the situation her partner, Adora, is in.
Stevie Swing, on the other hand, is being helped out of the bar and is being attended near an ambulance, which has been waiting outside of the building.
To end the show, a loud ovation is given by the fans, who are all on their feet, cheering for both competitors and are cheering for Sin Wrestling.
And thus ends this season of events.
Winner: Morgana