Location: Houston, Texas; at an outdoor rodeo
Theme Music: Tool - "Aenema"
"Bake sale!"
"Cookies!"
"Especially for the men of Sin Wrestling!"
The World Champion and the Television Champion, Adora and Morgana, stand outside of the gates for this evening's card, with Morgy's protege, Luxe Libertine standing off to the side of them. They are situated to the right of the lineup of fans, who are ready to enter tonight's stage, where the action will unfold inside of a rodeo arena.
Morgana: Cookies for sale! Made especially for the men of Sin Wrestling!
Adora: A chocolate chip cookie... it's what every male chauvinist wants!
Morgana: What better way to start tonight's event that to eat some cookies -- made by Sin Wrestling's very own Wifeys!
The crowd entering the stadium casually walk on by, no one opting to buy a delicious treat. The fate changes, though, when Ace Rodgers steps into the scene. Looking as suave and as much of a douchebag, as usual, Ace steps up to the Wifeys table, gazes longingly at the treats, drool dripping from his chin, and then reaches out, grabbing onto some sort of Oreo cookie.
Ace Rodgers: Oh God yes...
Before he can eat it, Morgana reaches out, slaps him on the hand and forces him to drop the cookie.
Morgana: You must pay first.
Ace Rodgers: Well, shit.
Reaching into his pocket, Ace Rodgers pulls out a wad of change, counts it and then hands it over to Adora.
Ace Rodgers: There, are you happy?
Adora: Yep!
Ace Rodgers: Good!
Ace Rodgers bites into the creamy treat... only to spit some of it onto the ground. Screwing his face up, the crunching of the cookie is enough to make Ace sick.
Ace Rodgers: What the hell? What did you put into these?
Morgana: Some rocks.
Morgana replies rather sheepishly, while Ace freaks out.
Ace Rodgers: Rocks?! What the he-- is that a thumbtack?!
Morgana: Maybe!
Ace Rodgers: Maybe? Maybe?! What the hell?! Why did you sell this to me?
Morgana: These are special Wifey cookies, Ace. They're for every douchebag male in Sin Wrestling. You know the likes... Chris Carson, Chris Extreme, Dan Black...
Adora interjects.
Adora: Stevie Swing.
Morgana: ...well...
Ace Rodgers: Listen, this is disgusting. I could have died! Died!
Morgana: ...So?
Ace Rodgers: Died!
Ace stomps off, entering the stadium, while Adora and Morgana continue their search for their next victim.
Morgana: Cookies for sale!
Adora: Especially if you're a misogynist shithead male from SW!
The image fades out.
The cameras open up inside of an outdoor rodeo, which is where tonight's event is taking place. In the center of the stadium, the ring is setup, with spotlights shining all over the area. Fans are on their feet, cheering, ready for the action to begin. Suddenly, their cheering dulls into a chorus of boos as Dan Black appears from the backstage area, strutting to the ring.
The much-despise former Purity Champion slides inside, getting a loud jeer, waiting for his opponents to come out. Out first is Smoke, who actually looks pretty similar to Lance Ryder.
Seconds go by and everyone awaits the arrival of Lance Ryder. Everyone is taken aback when a helicopter flies overhead, lowers itself to the outer portion of the stadium, allowing Lance Ryder to step out. Slowly, Lance Ryder steps to the ring, allowing the helicopter to lift off again.
Soon, the bell rings and the match starts, with Dan Black facing off against his two opponents, who decide to team-up and attack him. Dan Black, being the strongest of the bunch, is able to force both men back, knocking them into the ropes, despite their best attempts. Bouncing back, both Smoke and Lance return their attack towards Dan Black, punching and striking him with a flurry of punches and kicks. Not liking this a bit, Dan Black shoves Lance Ryder back, knocking him down, and then grabs onto Smoke's head.
After bashing Smoke's head against the turnbuckle pads, Dan Black hammers away at him, wearing him down, only to have Lance Ryder leap onto his back. Aggravated, Dan Black turns around, only to heave Lance Ryder off his back, as if he were a sack of potatoes. Stomping and kicking at Lance, Dan Black controls the tempo of the match, as he manages to beatdown both competitors.
After throwing Smoke into the corner, Dan Black focuses solely on Lance Ryder, whom he lifts above his head, pressing him into the air. Deciding to run out from the corner, Smoke tries for an attack, only to walk into a big boot from Dan Black, while keeping Lance Ryder pressed in the air.
Watching as Smoke stumbles back, Dan throws Lance towards him, hoping to topple him down like a bowling pin. Nevertheless, Smoke ducks beneath Lance Ryder's flying body, forcing Lance to smash into the turnbuckle pads. Using this time to charge out of the corner with more hustle, Smoke leaps into the air and hits a spin wheel kick.
Dazed, Dan Black stumbles back, only to have Smoke leap to his feet and go to work on Dan Black, even knocking him into the corner. In here, Smoke tries various attacks, including some kicks; even using his speed to propel himself off the middle rope, leap into the air and connect with a single-leg dropkick to Dan Black's face.
Despite the speed advantage, things come tumbling down for Smoke, who becomes caught in mid-air during a flying crossbody attempt, having Dan Black grab onto him. Swinging Smoke out, Dan crashes onto him with a swinging sidewalk-slam and then goes for a cover...
...1...2...
However, before the count can be made, Lance Ryder charges out and stomps Dan in the back of the cranium.
Getting to his feet, a very angry Dan Black stands before Lance Ryder, staring him down. He grabs onto Lance, kicks him in the gut and then pulls him in to a powerbomb position. Minutes later, he has Lance falling to the canvas with "The Hospitalizer"!
He makes the cover; this time on Lance...
...1...2...3!
Victorious in his domination, Dan Black stands to his feet, having his hand raised, only to quickly whisk it away from the referee. He kicks both Smoke and an agitated Lance Ryder out of the ring, letting him soak up the feeling of victory.
Soon enough, he also exits the ring and walks to the back, under much scrutiny from the fans.
Winner: Dan Black
We cut backstage, where the camera catches a door burst open. Stevie Swing steps through that door, legs going as far as his bondage pants will allow, huge Jew nose out in the air, sniffing away at the air around him. The leash that he seems never to be without runs through the door and into the fishnetted hand of Gail/Breeze, who tugs Stevie back to her.
Gail/Breeze: Stevie, where are we going?
Stevie Swing: The bake thale!
The emo looking chick’s face brightens, possibly from Swing’s lisp, possibly from the mention of baked goods. This makes Stevie happy…no psycho chick for a week and running now!
Breeze: Bake sale? I love bake sales!
Stevie Swing: Well leth get there now, then! We don’t want then to thell out!
Stevie suddenly breaks for daylight, surprising Breeze, allowing Swing to tug the leash from her hands! Swing is free!
Stevie Swing: MORGY~
Swing runs past a poster advertising Morgy’s Bake Sale, complete with the Pink Haired World Champion in her skimpy baking attire.
Stevie Swing: LIKE MORGY~
He rips the poster down from the wall, crumples it up…and eats it! Swing then gears up, runs at the wall, and breaks through it, in all its pressboard glory. He finds himself in a mess of sick backstage workers, eating their poisoned baked goods.
Random Worker: Is this red dye, or is this period blood?
Stevie Swing: FOUND MORGY~
Swing’s head swivels around, looking for her in the crowd…when he spots the pink hair, he charges to the table…
Stevie Swing: LOVE MORGY~
Morgana, busy dealing with another customer, ignores Stevie. Morgana’s trainee, Luxe, is not busy and notices Stevie drooling on the cyanide cookies. She taps him on the shoulder. Swing jumps.
Stevie Swing: Gwa! Emo chick!
Luxe: Look who’s talkin’…
Stevie Swing: I am. Cwist, it wooks wike Hot Topic threw up on you.
Luxe: Ew, I don't shop at Hot Topic! I've tried, believe me, but they don't have them in Canada. I get my clothes imported from Japan!
Stevie Swing: Oh. So you’re a hawawuku gwil?
Luxe: Pffft, no. I'm a wrestler. Jesus, you're dumb.
Stevie Swing: Swowwy, ith the piething. Whath left?
Luxe: Well, there's a cake with grass and Miracle gro in it... I mean, uh, sprinkles. There's sprinkles in it.
Stevie Swing: Thpwinkles? Thpwinkles are good. Gimme.
Swing reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash, poking it out to Luxe, unsure of this crazy, lispy dude.
Luxe: Yoink!~
Luxe grabs the entire wad of cash from Stevie's hand and stuffs it into her own pocket, whistling innocently in the process.
Stevie Swing: What the fuck~? Hey! That cwack addict sto my money!
Luxe: Crack addict? Listen, I just LOOK crazy. I'll tell Morgy you're being mean to me!
Stevie Swing: Fine. You go do that.
Luxe: MORGY! THIS GAY GUY IS BEING MEAN TO ME!
Stevie Swing: Gay? I’m not gay! Ith just the tongue piething!
Strolling up to the bake sale's table, an irritable Morgana takes her place among the trays of cookies and cupcakes, tossing a scathing glare toward Luxe and Stevie.
Morgana: Can't I even go take a piss without you people needing me to hold your hands? My Jesus.
Stevie Swing: She gets to hold your hand?
Morgana: No. What's going on here?
Stevie Swing: She stole your bake sale money for crack.
Luxe: He takes pictures of you up your skirt when you aren't looking!
Stevie Swing: She already knows that, idiot!
Luxe: FINE! I hope you die in a holocaust, Jew! You and your girlfriend, Gail/Breeze/Faces of Meth... whatever her name is!
Turning on her heel, an obviously angry Luxe Libertine stomps off, leaving Morgana and Stevie gaping after her.
Stevie Swing: Heh…what street corner did you pick her up on?
Morgana: Not funny, yo.
Stevie Swing: Sorry. Hey…I can speak normal again!
Stevie pumps his fist, and Morgy just shakes her head, looking to go to another customer.
Stevie Swing: Wait! How are sales? Need an agent? My brother…he represents chefs and shit.
Morgana: I think you're scaring the customers away, Stevie... but I DID make you a special cake. It's fertilizer, unsterilized needle and period blood-free!
Stevie Swing: Really? How much?
Morgana: Just take it. You're holding up what could possibly be a line at any second!
Stevie Swing: stupid internet phrase 5000!
Swing nabs the cake and Morgy turns away again. Stevie turns from the table, and runs right into Gail/Breeze. She’s breathing heavy, her face is red, and her fists are clenched. Stevie doesn’t have to take a guess as to who is behind the wheel, but a quick yank on Swing’s leash gives it away anyhow, as Gail leads Swing back to their locker room, cake in tow.
Stevie Swing: Can’t…breathe.
The camera shows Dan Black returning to the backstage area, fresh off his triple threat match against Lance Ryder and Smoke. Passing through the backstage area, he angrily shoves away some workers, wanting them out of his way.
Dan Black: Get out of my sight!
An official is thrown out of his way, as Dan continues to stumble around the corridor. He goes to round a corner, when...
Dan Black: Oomph...
His knees buckle beneath him and Dan Black crumbles to the floor, falling face-first onto the concrete. Standing above him is Mark Davis, with a wooden baseball bat in his hands, looking down onto Dan.
Mark Davis: I told you we'd have to do this the hard way.
Hunching over, Mark applies a fireman-s deadlift onto Dan Black and pulls him away, with Dan's feet being the last things to disappear behind a corner.
The cameras return to the outer portion of the stadium, showing Adora, Morgana and Luxe Libertine standing around their table, trying to sell more cookies. A random male SW official passes by and they offer him a cookie.
Adora: Hey, you... yes, you... the pudgy guy, do you want a cookie? I know you want a cookie. Come on.
Respectfully declining, the official walks away, leaving The Wifeys visibly disappointed.
Adora: Mannnn, why isn't anyone buying anything?!
Morgana: I know! They should be flocking over these delicious cookies! They look soooo good!
Entranced by her own baked goods, Morgana picks up a cookie and goes to chow down on one, only to have Adora swat the cookie away, at the last second. Stunned, Morgana looks at Adora, who must quickly explain.
Adora: Dude, don't eat that! Remember... the stuff... we put in them?!
Slapping her forehead, Morgana appears horrified.
Morgana: Oh god, but they look so good!
Adora: Appearances are deceiving.
Morgana: My God, don't remind me.
Adora: I said "don't eat them"!
Morgana: Fine, fine.
Soon, a large behemoth blocks out the sun, casting a shadow over both Wifeys. Standing in front of Adora, Morgana and Luxe is the hideous form of Booger, his sweaty, mammoth man-breasts glistening in the sun. The feeling of hunger is on his face and his tongue wags out of his mouth like a thirsty dog.
Booger: Cookies.
Adora: You want a cookie?
Booger: Cookies. So many cookies.
Adora: Uh...
Morgana: You like cookies?
Booger: Cookies!
In a matter of seconds, Booger is grubbing on the cookies, going hand-over-fist. The trio in front of him can only manage to stand by and watch, obviously disgusted by the image of Booger eating cookies, which have been tainted.
Booger: Cookies so good!
Booger looks up at The Wifeys, grinning from ear to ear. In doing so, he proudly displays a bloody red tampon that hangs from his mouth, which sickens the trio in front of him.
Booger: I don't have to pay for these, do I? I mean, I'm soooo hungry.
Morgana: Uhm... no, no. We have more. In fact, you can take them all!
Booger: Booger like!
With a grumble in his stomach, Booger takes the entire tray of cookies, even deliciously licking the used tampon into his mouth. Disgusted, Morgana turns to Luxe.
Morgana: We have more cookies out back. Can you go get them?
Luxe Libertine: Finally! I get to do something!
Scurrying off, Luxe skips off to the find the rest of the cookies. Meanwhile, Adora removes her pink baker's apron, slumping it over the table.
Adora: Eh, I gotta go for now. My match is up next.
Morgana: Good luck, Wifey! I'll sell some cookies in honor of you!
Adora: Luck is for losers... and for emo Stevie Swings. How gross is that, or what?
Morgana shrugs her shoulders and waits for Luxe Libertine to return, while Adora trails off, headed towards the entrance.
Stevie Swing is the first person out, wearing a spiked dog collar, a dark Good Charlotte t-shirt and with all new music. Everyone in attendance is stunned by Stevie's new appearance, as he climbs into the ring, mopes around and rests in the corner, while Sebastian York enters.
York, of course, is still without the Purity Title, having it been stolen by Dan Black. Nevertheless, he'll get his chance and finally accepting an actual belt come Halloween.
With the first mixed tag team already in the ring, the crowd gets to their feet and praises the arrival of Chris Staggs, along with his cardboard and tinfoil fake belt. Wearing a "Stevie Swong is God" t-shirt, he enters the ring, points at Stevie and gives him a thumbs up.
Finally, Adora is the last participant to enter, as she comes to the ring with the Television Title draped over her shoulder, keeping a close eye on Stevie Swing, who has been her nemesis these past few weeks. Sliding inside, she continues to eye Stevie Swing, not letting him out of her sights, knowing very well how he works.
The match starts out with Chris Staggs and Sebastian York inside of the ring. The bell rings and both men lock-up, with Sebastian York applying a headlock. Staggs finds a way to release himself, though... as he wedgies Sebastian, forcing York to release his grip and re-align himself.
Of course, this allows for Stevie to take the upperhand with a finger poke to the eye, which has Sebastian reeling. Chris then simply follows that up with a punch to the head, knocking Sebastian onto his back, giving Staggs the idea to make the quick pinfall attempt.
...1...
Right away, Sebastian York easily kicks out, not wanting to let his team down. In fact, he is immediately up to his feet, where he kicks Chris Staggs just as he goes to stand. After a few dropkicks, Sebastian York piledrivers Staggs into the canvas, rolls him onto his stomach and then drops down, digging a knee into Staggs's back.
Wrapping his hands around Chris Staggs's chin, Sebastian York pulls back, wishing to make the Lust Champion submit, but to no avail. Nevertheless, Chris Staggs eventually fights back, as he makes his way to his feet, hammering Sebastian with some elbows to the gut. Staggs is then able to throw Sebastian into the ropes, catching him upon the rebound with an atomic drop, which he follows up by bouncing off the ropes and returning with a leaping reverse-bulldog!
Tagging out, Chris Staggs brings Adora in, as she climbs to the top rope and soars through the air, connecting with a double-stomp to the gut of Sebastian York. The Television Champ is quick to hoist the Purity Champ up and back him into the corner. In here, she batters him with a mixture of roundhouse kicks, finishing off with a spinning back-kick, nearly kicking Sebastian's jaw right off!
Stumbling out, Sebastian falls to his knees, only to have Adora hit a quick enziguiri, dropping him face-first onto the canvas! Again, Adora decides to climb to the top rope, having her back turned away from Sebastian. Without looking over shoulder, Adora rises onto the top rope, only to have Sebastian York quickly snap to his feet and dart into the corner, resulting in Adora falling onto her rear-end, snapping back!
Seeing his chances, Sebastian York stumbles into his corner, where he then tags into Stevie Swing, decked out in his emo gear, as he hops in over the top rope. Brushing Sebastian York off, Stevie pays no attention to his tag partner, who requests some double-teaming, and goes into the corner, where he helps Adora up. Scrunching his fist up, he holds back, about to punch her between the eyes, only to hold up at the last second and calmly throw her into her corner.
With no other choice, Adora tags out to Chris Staggs, who enters, not wanting to fight with his idol. He steps up to Stevie, who has pulled out some nail polish and is now painting his nails black. Clueless, Chris wraps his arms around Stevie, giving him a hug, knocking the bottle of polish out of Stevie's hands. Enraged at this, Stevie pushes Chris Staggs away, while Staggs tags out to Adora.
Near the ropes, Staggs beckons a woozy Adora to re-enter... only to have Stevie Swing step up from behind him and strike him with The Last Dance superkick to the back of his skull, dropping him down to the canvas!
...He even does the same to his own partner, Sebastian York, knocking him off the side of the apron!
Everyone in attendance is stunned by Stevie Swing's actions, as he pulls Chris Staggs along, placing him in the center of the ring. He drops down to make the count...
...1...2...
Adora steps in, ready to make the save. However, at the last second, she halts and allows the referee to continue the count...
...3!
Given the victory, Stevie Swing stands to his feet, does a little dance and then lets out a little cheer, while the fans are stunned about what just occured. Before exiting the ring, Stevie Swing gives Adora a "knowing glance", hands her the Television Title and pats her on the back.
Adora, seemingly unfazed by all of this, goes along with it, confusing everyone in attendance. Nevertheless, the show must go on and the image fades out, with referees aiding Chris Staggs and Sebastian York in getting to their feet.
Staggs and York meanwhile begin bickering about their upcoming match.
Is there any sanity left in Sin Wrestling? Not likely.
Winner: Stevie Swing/Sebastian York
The camera feed switches to the backstage area, where Mark Davis stands before Dan Black, who is just awaking from an unconcious state. Dan goes to rise, but he notices that he is shackled into a chair, with duct tape and rope. Stunned, Dan Black looks up at Mark Davis, who drops the wooden baseball bat and grabs a secondary chair.
Mark Davis: You and I are going to have a talk about those titles.
Turning the chair around, Mark Davis takes a seat, having his chest against the back of it.
Mark Davis: But first, I have a match to get to.
Mark stands to his feet in this darkened area, shoving the chair to the side; but not before grabbing a nail file.
Mark Davis: I have seen a lot of awful things in my day; and I am ready and willing to do whatever it takes to make you return those titles. I'll leave you with a snippet of things I can do...
Mark Davis places the file underneath Dan Black's fingers, making Dan wonder out loud what is about to happen.
Dan Black: What the hell are you doing? Are you crazy? Get me out of here!
Mark Davis: This will only take a second...
Like a saw, Mark Davis begins to hacksaw off Dan Black's fingernail on his thumb. Seconds later, the nail falls to the floor, with a flow of blood now pouring from Dan Black's finger. Exhaunted and in pain, Dan Black speaks out...
Dan Black: Stop! My God, stop!
Mark Davis: Only when you tell me where you hid those titles.
Dan Black: Never!
Responding to this, Mark Davis applies more pressure onto Dan Black's thumb.
Mark Davis: Never, eh?
Dan Black lets out a loud yelp, the pain surging up his arm and through his entire body. Mark Davis finally relinquishes the grip upon realizing his matchup is next.
Mark Davis: I'll let you think things over, while I take on Declan Turner.
Relieved, Dan Black sits back in the chair, unable to move, watching as Mark Davis exits the area.
Dan Black: God, I hope you lose, asshole.
All efforts to free himself are in vain, as Dan Black remains strapped into the chair, unable to move. The camera fades out.
The scene opens up to Declan Turner backstage before his match in the locker room. Erica Nixon is there, with her arms wrapped around his waist.
Erica: Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. And if you win, I have an extra special surprise for you…
Declan moves away from her and gives her a sidelong glance. Motioning to the door, he looks at the camera.
Declan: What about your husband? Would he approve of this gift?
Erica giggles excitedly.
Erica: Of course. I got his permission.
Turning to the door, she pushes the cameraman out and the scene cuts back to the ring.
Nikita stands alone in the backstage area, petting a cow, when she is abruptly interrupted by a stampeding Chris Extreme, clad in his usual attire of nothing -- except for his white boxers.
Chris Extreme: Nikitatits! My partner for tonight! How are you?!
In a loving gesture, Chris Extreme hugs Nikita...?! Stunned, and possibly a little horrified, Nikita stands tall, not moving a muscle, wonder what Chris has up his sleeve; or, in this case, down his boxers.
Nikita: Uh... I'm okay. How are you? Are you ready for tonight's match?
Still maintaining the hug, Chris nods his head.
Chris Extreme: Am I ever! We'll be perfect partners tonight. It's just so sad that I'll have to rip your tits off at Illusions.
When that's said, Nikita pushes Chris Extreme away.
Chris Extreme: What? What did I do?! I only spoke the truth! Jesus, whore!
Nikita: Call me a whore again and I'll rip your bag off.
Chris Extreme: Know your role, jabroni.
Nikita: Huh?
Chris Extreme: Shut the fuck up, whore.
Nikita goes to respond, but Chris places his hand over her mouth, stopping her.
Chris Extreme: You know, in honor of being partners tonight. I think we should dress like a team. You saw the gift I made for you last week, and here it is...
Removing his hand from Nikita's mouth, Chris looks around for the knitted pair of boxers that he personally made for Nikita. Unable to find them, he peeps around, literally looking everywhere, including down Nikita's shirt, prompting her to push him away, again.
Chris Extreme: Sorry, just had to make sure.
Suddenly, the location washes over Chris.
Chris Extreme: Ah-ha! I know where they are!
In an instant, Chris pulls down his boxers.
Nikita: Gross.
...only to reveal another pair of boxers; these ones with the term "Nikita" stitched into the rear end of them. He pulls them off, allowing his penis and testicles to spill and hang out all over the place.
Chris Extreme: Here they are.
Handing the cum-stained, white boxers over to Nikita, he eagerly wants her to put them on, which Nikita objects.
Chris Extreme: Wear it.
Nikita: Uh... no thanks.
Upset, Chris removes a knife from his asshole and holds it to Nikita's throat.
Chris Extreme: I said "wear it!"
Taking a big gulp, Nikita takes the cum-stained boxers from Chris and pulls them up over her current tights.
Nikita: This is disgusting. These things are full of... god knows what.
Seeing the boxers properly on Nikita, Chris pulls the knife away, grinning happily.
Chris Extreme: See? We're going to make a perfect team, [speaking silently] even if I do kill you at Illusions.
Nikita: Huh? What was that last part you said?
Chris Extreme: Oh, nothing.
Chris picks up his own pair of boxers, and without putting them back on, he skips away, only to bump into a family with two kids. Scared, the entire family lets out a raucous screech, while Chris wiggles his cock at them.
Tonight's event continues with Declan Turner walking to the ring, receiving a mixed ovation from the crowd. He slides into the ring, bounces off the ropes, and awaits for the arrival of Mark Davis.
Just as Declan entered, Mark makes the same kind of meek entrance, opting to slap a few hands on his way down. Once he enters, he goes into a corner and waits for the bell to ring.
When the match commences, both opponents slowly walk towards each other, cautious of the other's attack, with their styles meshing quite well. Right off the bat, Mark Davis swings a kick at Declan's ribs/side, but Declan steps back, allowing him to leap forward and connect with a forearm to Mark's skull.
Following up with a European uppercut, Declan forces Mark to stumble chest-first into the corner, where he follows in and delivers some kicks to the kidneys. Over and over again, Declan uses his rapid-fire kicks to connect to various parts of Mark's body, until Mark can take no more.
Blocking out the kicks, Mark soon reverses the fortune, chops Declan's neck and then backs him into the corner. Mark then unloads with a series of his very own kicks, connecting to Declan's stomach, chest, ribcage and finally his face. Whipping Declan across the ring, Mark smashes him back-first against the turnbuckle pads and charges in.
Leaping up, Mark strikes with a leaping kick to the jaw, allowing him to propel himself over the top rope and land on the apron. Allowing for Declan to stumble out, in a daze, Mark springboards off the top rope and sails through the air, looking to hit a single-leg dropkick. Unfortunately for him, Declan sees it coming.
Turning to his side, Declan views Mark's foot sailing towards him, resulting in him reaching up, grabbing onto Mark's foot/leg and then Dragonscrew-legwhipping him violently to the canvas!
Still with the leg held in his clutches, Declan Turner rolls to his feet, stands Mark up and then delivers some rapid-fire elbows to Mark's leg, wishing to deliver some serious damage to the leg muscles. As fast as he strikes, Declan soon converts the hold into a second Dragonscrew-legwhip, toppling Mark Davis over once more!
With the hold turned into a single-leg Boston Crab, Declan Turner pulls back, applying as much pressure as he possibly can. Declan continues working over Mark's leg with several submission attempts, including a kneebar, a legscissors and a spinning-toehold; with Mark willing to fight off the pain and continue each time.
It isn't until Declan picks Mark up, allowing Mark to retaliate with a throat-thrust, that the man who calls himself the best is able to reignite an offense. Despite a badly injured leg, Mark connects with a flurry of chops that are interchanged with some forearm strikes. Having backed Declan into the ropes, Mark whips him out and ducks down, attempting a backdrop.
However, upon Declan's return, he strikes Mark with a double-kneelift, dazing him. This allows Declan to hurriedly kick Mark in the gut and then send him rolling over with his move called "Blood Money"! With Mark on his back, surprised at this maneuver, he is unable to kickout as the referee begins the three-count...
...1...2...3!
Gaining his second win, Declan Turner rises to his feet, proud to be the winner. Standinh up, he waits for Mark Davis to stand, as well. He extends his hand, offering a handshake to Mark, who obliges and shakes back. The duo receive a cheer from the audience due to their honor, as the scene fades out.
Winner: Declan Turner
Luxe Libertine saunters around the backstage area, holding a tray of cookies, pink hair and all. She seems to be in search of something -- or someone, questioning various officials about Morgana's bake sale.
Luxe Libertine: Excuse me, have you seen Morgana?
The official she asks shakes his head -- "no". Moving on, she taps another official on the shoulder and asks the same question; again, it's a "no".
Luxe Libertine: Well Jesus, where is she?
She sees another person, someone who is more muscled-up, and with blond hair. With no other choice, she walks up to this person and taps him on the right shoulder. This person turns around, revealing the form of "The Creep" Chris Carson, who smirks upon seeing who stands before him.
Luxe Libertine: Hey -- you're the guy that doesn't like Morgy, right?
Chris Carson: Heh, that'd be me.
Luxe Libertine: Look, listen, I know you and her don't like each other too much; but can you please direct me to her? I have these cookies that I... uh... need to give her.
With the smirk still on his face, Chris Carson steps back, thinks about it for a second and nods his head.
Chris Carson: Sure, she's right this way.
Luxe Libertine: Thanks.
Innocently following Chris Carson, who motions past an unlocked latch, Luxe scrunches up her face, thinking things may not be quite right.
Luxe Libertine: Are you sure this is the right place?
Chris Carson: Oh, I'm sure.
He gives her a light shove inside and then slams the door behind her, locking it. From inside, you can hear Luxe Libertine smash at the door, trying to get out.
Luxe Libertine: You liar! This is not it!
Moooo!
Luxe's worry grows as the sound of an ornery bull is heard. Fear echoes in Luxe's voice, as she presumably turns around, trying to hide her pink hair.
Luxe Libertine: Nice bull.
Moooooooo!
Chris Carson stands outside the door, listening as the bull stomps forward. Luxe releases a shrill yell, as the tray of cookies goes flying through the air... followed by Luxe Libertine being vaulted threw the hair, thanks to the bull's horns.
A loud crunch can he heard as her body smashes into the ground, having a flurry of officials and rodeo crew run to her side, trying to calm the bull and aide her. In the meantime, Chris Carson suspiciously walks off, having a cheshire cat-like grin on his face, while making his way towards another part of the backstage area.
A voiceover begins...
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Then we have the solution for you!
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The commercial fades out.
Madison is seen running through the halls and stumbles upon Declan and Erica sharing a hug. Letting out an ungodly shriek, she charges at Erica and flings herself off the ground. Wrapping her arms around Erica’s head, Madison smashes her face first with a Flying Bulldog from behind. Erica’s head lands sickly against the pavement as Declan pulls Madison off of Erica.
Declan: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?
Madison: WRONG WITH ME?! SO YOU’LL CHEAT ON ME ON NATIONAL TELEVISION?!
Declan: I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WITH HER!
Madison: You need to sign the fucking divorce papers and sign them right fucking now!
Declan: Maybe I thought in the back of my mind I thought we could work things out without you being so psychotic but-
Madison: I FIND YOU BACKSTAGE WITH THE GIRL YOU CHEATED ON ME WITH? HOW ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO ACT?
Declan: The only way you’re going to divorce me, is if you beat me.
Madison: WHAT?
Declan: That’s right. You have to beat me in a match. If you win, I’ll sign. If not, we stay married and work this out!
There’s a mixed reaction as the audience watches the couple air their dirty laundry.
Madison: Then up the stakes.
Declan: What? How?
Madison: You’re a big bad wrestler now, aren’t you? OR ARE YOU TOO MUCH OF A PUSSY TO MAKE IT A TLC MATCH?
The audience erupts into chaos and cheers at the prospect of a male vs. female TLC match.
Declan: Alright. YOU GOT IT!
Madison: GOOD! Now help your whore to the emergency room…
With that, Madison turns on her heel as Declan addresses Erica’s wounds.
Fade in to the image of Ace Rodgers...
Ace Rodgers: I'm standing here, in front of the Sin Wrestling locker room, hoping to get an interview with newcomer, Jantz Spalding. Tonight, he squares off with SW veteran, Vincent Kane, who is making his long-awaited return.
Ace Rodgers knocks on the door for a couple seconds... until it opens up abruptly. He is quickly pushed aside by several lower-tier wrestlers that still find the need to disrespect the interviewer. The door closes, and it forces Ace to continue knocking. After hearing a deep voice from the lockeroom area, Ace pushes himself into the locker room.
Deep Voice: Hey, who's there?
Ace Rodgers: It's Ace Rodgers. I'm here to get an interview with Jantz Spalding.
Jantz Spalding: Ahh... excellent. Just come into the shower area, man.
Ace looks around the area, remaining rather hesistant to go towards the shower area.
Jantz Spalding: It's okay, chief, what are ya uncomfortable with? Your sexuality? I'm clothed, man.
Ace heads towards the shower area. Once inside, the cameraman, along with Ace, get a full-sized view of two large men showering. The two men look at Ace in complete disregard.
Large Man: What are you doing, Ace?
Large Man 2: Would you get the hell out of the shower area? This is the second time this week!
Ace Rodgers: Guys, where's Jantz Spalding.....
Jantz Spalding: Hey Mr. Rodgers, I'm over here by my locker.
Ace Rodgers: Unbelievable, looks like we've got another prankster on our hands.
Ace continues over to the locker area, finding Jantz in a pair of red windpants and a black muscle shirt that reads "Completely Incredible" on the front. Jantz begins to lace his boots, while his leg remains stable on the bench.
Jantz Spalding: What's up, man, I've been over here the whole time waiting for ya.
Ace Rodgers: You told me the shower area.
Jantz Spalding: Did I say shower? Hell, man, I'm sorry...
Ace Rodgers: I'm just going to start this interview... if that's okay.
Jantz's phone begins to ring. He signals for Ace to hold on a second, as he picks up his phone and puts it towards his head.
Jantz Spalding: Hey! What's going on? [pause] Not tonight, I might see you afterwards. [pause] I've got a big match tonight and I really need to focus. [pause] All right, I'll see you after.
Jantz hangs up the phone.
Ace Rodgers: Are we ready?
Jantz Spalding: I'm sorry, man, some girl name Veronica Rodgers...Met her last week after the show...The lady is absolutely crazy.
Ace Rodgers: Very funny Jantz.
Jantz Spalding: What are you talking about man?
Ace Rodgers: [forceful laugh] ...Good one, man. Anyhow, tonight, you face Vincent Kane. You've already made mention on how Vincent was a major part of Sin Wrestling back in 2006 - can you at all compete with Vincent on his return match tonight?
Jantz Spalding: Was that your wife man? I'm... I'm sorr...
Ace Rodgers: Just answer the question, Jantz.
Jantz Spalding: Sorry, Mr. Rodgers, anyhow... That question is reversed. Maybe the Vincent Kane of 2006 could have competed with me. But really, I don't feel that Vincent Kane has any business in the ring with me tonight. You guys talk to me like I'm new. I've been in the buisness longer than you have been alive, man....
Ace Rodgers: I'm 34 years old, you're 24. You seem a bit arrogant... speaking about a former Champion of the Year, and Newcomer of the Year.
Jantz Spalding: Is it a bad thing? Maybe if you brought yourself up a little bit, talked some crap, and realized you shouldn't give a flying damn what people think about you, you will realize that being arrogant isn't such a bad thing. Now, in regards to "the former Champion of the Year", that's wonderful! Quit ruling me out.
Ace Rodgers: Last week we saw you nursing what seemed to be a pretty constant and consistent knee injury, how is that going to affect your longevity here in SW?
Jantz Spalding: I won't settle for anything but the best, I guarantee that. I won't lie, my knee's not perfect; but it isn't bad. I've been out of wrestling for a long time, doing whatever needs to be done to fix up my knee. That's the least of my concerns.
Ace Rodgers: So, what's the majority of your concerns?
Jantz Spalding: Hah...I'm really just hoping theres enough competition around here to keep me busy.
Ace Rodgers: What's your outlook on tonight?
Jantz Spalding: To quote somebody, "Get your popcorn ready," man.
Jantz continues to lace up his boots, as Ace slowly walks away. Ace is stopped by Jantz calling for his name.
Jantz Spalding: Hey Ace...
Ace Rodgers: Yeah, Jantz?
Jantz Spalding: She likes it when you nibble on her left ear....
Ace Rodgers: Just quit it.
Ace quickly storms out of the room, while the cameraman pans in on Jantz laughing hysterically to himself.
Out first, making his return to Sin Wrestling, is Vincent Kane, baring a stern look on his face, not taking shit from anyone. Slowly, he walks to the ring, rolls inside and waits for his opponent, Jantz Spalding.
Up next, "Stupify" by Disturbed hits, thus bringing out Jantz Spalding, who comes to the ring with a mixed ovation. Nevertheless, he heads towards the ringside area, rolls inside, and is instantly attacked by Vincent Kane, who wants to start things off.
Right away, the match spills to the outside, where Vincent Kane takes an early advantage on the floor, whipping Jantz into the stadium surroundings and the ringside barriers. It isn't before long that Vincent Kane grabs onto Jantz and flings him through the air, his body crumpling onto the solid ground, with Vincent hovering around him.
The duo nearly get to a 10-count on the floor, but Jantz is able to strike at Vincent Kane with some blows, enabling him to roll back inside, followed closely behind by Vincent Kane, halting the count. Back inside, both men take turns swatting and striking each other, with Jantz nailing some punches to Vincent's face, while Vincent returns with some forearms to Jantz's head.
Eventually, Vincent Kane comes out on top, thanks to hitting a backdrop-driver onto Jantz, dumping in onto his head. Using this shift of balance, Vincent Kane immediately focuses on his downed opponent, as he wrenches on a modified armbar onto Jantz, arching back, looking for a submission. Through all of this, Jantz opts to not submit, thereby forcing Vincent to drop back and wrap both legs around Jantz's neck/skull.
With a version of a triangle-lock applied, Vincent Kane attempts to make Jantz tapout, but the ever-cocky and arrogant Jantz Spalding denies this. Rising to his feet, with Vincent Kane hanging from his neck, he is able to hoist Vincent slightly into the air, only to drop him down with a powerbomb, releasing the hold.
Freedom found, Jantz bounces off the ropes and returns with a standing shooting star press onto Vincent Kane. He tries for a pinfall...
...1...2...
But it fails, as Vincent Kane is able to easily kick out.
Upset at the lack of a pinfall, Jantz keeps his attention maintained on Vincent Kane, lifting him up, and then dropping him back down with a Samoan Drop! Standing back up, he instantly locks on an STF, using Vincent's own submission skills against him.
Vincent, keen on escape methods, is able to fight back the attempt, though, allowing him to crawl to the ropes. Upon grabbing onto the bottom rope, the referee steps, forcing Jantz to rise off Vincent.
Not liking this, Jantz stands back, only to return to the attack. He gives Vincent a flurry of kicks, stomps and elbows; finishing off with a reverse-suplex. Standing over Vincent, Jantz seemingly attempts a Camel Clutch, only for Vincent to wisely latch onto Jantz's left leg, sweep his feet from beneath him, and then apply a toehold/ankle-lock.
Applying pressure, Vincent Kane pulls back on Jantz's foot/ankle... only to make a misstep, thus allowing Jantz to come from inside and roll him up...
...1...2...
Kickout by Vincent Kane, who appears shocked at what just happened!
Rising to his feet, he goes to attack Jantz with a running clothesline, only to have Jantz duck the attack, spin Vincent around, kick him in the gut and then grab onto him, looking for double-underarm underhook DDT. He goes to lift Vincent, but the 2006 Champion of the Year is able to keep his balance and slip his arms out.
Delivering elbows to Jantz's ribcage, Vincent swings around, looking for an armbar-takedown, but Jantz keeps his balance, as well.
In the meantime, as these two exchange holds, Lance Ryder walks to the ringside area, watching as Vincent Kane is lifted up into a flying-hammerlock position. Vincent, who feels the pain surge through his arm, quickly relents by shooting his other elbow into Jantz's face. Bouncing off the ropes, he returns with a running shoulderblock, knocking Jantz into the ropes.
Janz goes to retaliate, hoping to bounce off the ropes, but is stopped when Lance Ryder, who is still upset about last week's loss, reaches into the ring and hooks onto his right foot. Almost tripped up, Jantz spins around, glaring angrily at Lance, who looks innocently on, as Vincent Kane charges in, grabs onto Jantz and brings him down, where he then hooks on the "Where It Ends"!
In a matter of seconds, Vincent Kane has Jantz Spalding tapping out, while Lance Ryder walks to the back, proud of what he has accomplished. After the match, Vincent Kane rises to his feet and watches as a very angry Jantz Spalding walks to the back, while holding his arm and shoulder, no doubt blaming Lance Ryder for his loss.
Suddenly, the lights in the stadium flicker...
Vincent Kane looks around a bit confused as blue strobes begin to flash, and the following image flashes across the screen:
The strobes continue as the heavy riffs of "Sold Me" kick in, and eventually the riffs soften and vocals filter in...
Vincent glares over to the entrance ramp as the lights go back on and standing on the top of the ramp is Kane's former partner Shane Donovan. Shane walks to the ring, the crowd booing as his smugly walks down the aisle, sliding into the ring. Vincent Kane shakes his head, not sure what to do as Shane motions for a stagehand to give him a mic.
Shane Donovan: Hello Vincent, it's been a while.
Vincent nods as the crowd continues to boo.
Shane Donovan: Good to see you standing upright after what that freak Ali Khadafi did. That's a hell of a thing to need to come back from. In fact, that's what I'm out here for.
Kane looks confused as Shane smirks, continuing on.
Shane Donovan: Remind me Kane, what it was that we, that Society stood for.
Vincent continues to look confused, causing Shane to shake his head, looking clearly frustrated.
Shane Donovan: It stood for breaking the quo, for putting the people that would waltz in thinking they deserve better because of what they did in the past in their place. Tell me Vince, what have you done for us lately?
Before Kane can react Shane reaches into his pocket and pulls out a can of mace, blasting Vincent in the face. Vincent yells out in pain as Shane kicks him in the gut and DDTs Kane to the mat. The crowd boos even louder as Shane drags Kane to the corner, propping him up before picking up his mic.
Shane Donovan: You lost your way brother, coming in here and demanding and pushing your way into that United title match because of what you did almost a full year ago. That's not how Society does things Vince, and you damn well know that. I'm not doing this out of malice, brother, you gotta understand that. You need to earn your way back into this, and the twits you're facing at Illusions isn't how you're going to do it. You know what I did while you were gone Vince? I continued the cause, I brought hell to the Wifeys and anyone dumb enough to stick up for them. Morgana's only loss in an Sin ring? Consider that mission accomplished. I've earned my spot, and now you'll get a chance to earn yours. See you at Illusions bro, hopefully you're thinking more clearly by then.
Shane drops the mic and slides out of the ring, walking up the ramp as stagehands rush down the ramp to check on Kane, who is struggling to get the mace out of his eyes.
Winner: Vincent Kane
The camera returns to the darkened area of the backstage position. Dan Black remains strapped in the chair, beads of sweat streaming down his forehead, blood oozing out of the wound on his left hand thumb and wailing out for help.
Dan Black: Somebody help! Get me out of here! Please!
Overhearing the tapping of feet, Dan Black screeches out even louder.
Dan Black: I'm in here.... right here! Can you hear me?!
A figure walks into the scene...
Dan Black: Oh... no.
Mark Davis has made his return; wielding a hammer in his right hand. Fresh off his match with Declan Turner, Mark Davis proceeds forward, with a devious grin on his face. He lovingly strokes the hammer, while Dan Black figets, trying to find safety.
Mark Davis: I told you I'd be back.
He grabs the chair, turns it around and then sits on him, assuming the same position as before.
Mark Davis: Now you're going to tell me... where are those titles? The Lust Title and the Purity Title. I was hired by Corey Page to bring those back; and by god, I will. So, spill it.
Dan Black spits at the feet of Mark Davis.
Dan Black: Screw you! Get me out of here!
Aware of this, Mark Davis looks down, grabs the same left thumb, holds the hammer high above his head and questions Dan Black.
Mark Davis: Are you sure you don't want to tell?
Dan Black: Fuck you!
Mark Davis: Fine.
Wham! Mark Davis slams the hammer down onto Dan Black's thumb, splashing blood all over the chair's armrest. A loud moan emits from Dan Black, who scrunches up his face, trying to absorb the punishment.
Dan Black: Oh God... damnit.
Mark Davis: Will you tell me, now?
Dan Black: No!
Mark Davis: I see.
Turning his attention towards the other thumb, Mark wields the hammer high, yet again. He goes to swing the mallet forward...
Dan Black: Wait!
Mark Davis halt halfway through the swing.
Mark Davis: Yes?
An exasperated Dan Black speaks up, quickly echoing some words.
Dan Black: You want the titles? You got 'em. But only if you can beat me for them. At Illusions, it'll be you and I. The winner gets the titles and can do whatever they want with them. How 'bout it?
Holding the hammer down to his side, Mark Davis rubs his chin and thinks to himself.
Mark Davis: Hmmm... sounds like a good idea.
Dan Black: Thank God!
Mark Davis: You got it. It's a done deal. You bring those titles; winner walks away with them.
Dan Black: I will! I promise! Now leave me the hell alone and get me out of here! My thumb... I think it's broken.
Mark Davis: Hmm...
He looks at the thumb he previously smashed.
Mark Davis: Well...
...only to then lift the hammer up and bring it smashing down onto the tip of the thumb, letting Dan Black erupt in pain.
Dan Black: Awuugh!
Mark Davis: If it wasn't broke before, it sure is now.
Mark stands, turns around and walks away, leaving Dan Black behind in a horde of pain.
Dan Black: Hey, wait! Untie me. Get me out of here. You can't just leave me here!
He shakes violently.
Dan Black: Get me outta here!
The image fades to black, as Dan Black is left alone in the darkness.
Madison finds herself leaving the arena, as she suddenly doubles over and falls face first on the cement. Erica stands over her, holding a chair and triumphantly kicks Madison in the midsection, kicking her over onto her back.
Erica: So you wanna attack people from behind? Then here you go!
Erica raises the chair high above her head as Declan appears from behind and snatches it away from her.
Declan: I hope you’re not expecting to use that on my wife twice in a row, are you?
Erica: She needs to be taught-
Declan wraps his hand around her throat.
Declan: She may hate my guts, but she’s still my wife. And you…were the biggest mistake of my life.
Erica: You son of a bitch.
Releasing his grip, Erica walks away down the hall. And instead of helping Madison, Declan leaves her there bleeding as he leaves as well.
We cut backstage again, to Stevie Swing’s locker room, as far away from the pig sties as possible. Swing isn’t in the shot though, but Gail is, holding a piece of Morgana’s cake contemptuously in the air. In the background, we hear Swing panting heavily, as though struggling against something.
Gail: Stevie…do you want this?
The camera pans out, revealing Swing to be all tied up, reaching in vain for the cookie against his nylon rope bonds.
Gail: I asked you a question, Stevie. Answer me.
Swing struggles to free himself, but screams out an answer.
Stevie Swing: PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE GIMME CAKE!
Gail: That’s pretty rude, Stevie…
Stevie Swing: ME BEGGING! PLEASE~!
Swing strains toward the cookie, but it appears as though he’s tethered to the wall. Gail snickers at him, shaking her head in mock pity as Stevie struggles…and falls to the floor.
Gail: Charming.
Stevie Swing: PLEASE! PLEASE! GAIL…HAVE PITY ON STEVIE~!
Gail: You’re struggling too much, Stevie.
Stevie Swing: Okay, okay! I’ll bribe you! You know what I’ll give you if you give me cake?!
Gail: What’s that?
Stevie Swing: ME HAVE NOTHING TO GIVE~!
Gail: A pity.
Stevie Swing: No…wait…I’ll lick your boots!
Gail: You’ll do that anyway!
Stevie struggles against the bondage again, making raspy, guttural noises while Gail holds the cake inches away from his tongue. Gail smirks…and flicks the newly inserted piercing. Swing yelps, and Gail laughs.
Gail: You know what, Stevie…I’ll give you the cake on the condition that from now on…you have sex with me and not Breeze.
Stevie Swing: DON’T MAKE ME BEG, LADY~!
Gail smiles again, and promptly drops the cake to the hay covered dirt floor. Swing looks ready to cry, but quietly eats the cake that’s fallen on the shitty ground, even though it’s now unclean. He finishes the cake in silence, while Gail chuckles.
Gail: Satisfied?
Stevie Swing; Very.
Gail: Done choking yourself for that bitch’s cake?
Stevie Swing: I don’t care. Stevie Swing feels no pain. Morgana…she’s like novacane.
Gail: You’re pathetic.
Stevie Swing: You’re terrifying. And also kind of hot. But mostly terrifying. Will you let me go? I have a match.
Gail sighs…
Gail: Fine…
The raucous sounds of Rammstein are heard over the speakers, bringing out Chris Extreme, wearing his usual outfit of tight, white boxers. He stands at the entrance, turns around and beckons for his partner to come out with him. Reluctantly, Nikita steps out, wearing her usual attire, but with her very own "Nikita" boxers. Giving Nikita a pat on the butt, Chris allows for her to walk in front of him, prompting her to get into the ring, with Chris close behind.
Up next, Chris Carson steps out from behind the curtain, wielding a steel chair in his right hand. Walking to the ring, with the chair in hand, he marches towards the ring, looking as if he doesn't want to be here. Instead of entering the ring, he casually sets the chair on the floor and sits on it, waiting for his partner to arrive.
Just as he does this, the stadium falls into a pink paradise, as the World Champion, Morgana, proudly walks out, holding her championship belt high into the air. She walks to the ring, slapping the hands of several fans, and then slides inside, looks down at Chris Carson and shakes her head at him.
After handing the World Title off to the referee, Morgana once again looks down at Chris Carson, who remains seated on the floor, opting not to stand in Morgana's corner. Instead, "The Creep" heads over towards the announcer's section, removes a case of beer from underneath the table and sits back down on his seat, taking a long sip from an opened can.
Even though Chris Carson isn't on the apron, the bell rings and Chris Extreme immediately begins things by charging across the ring, catching Morgana from behind with a running fist to the back of her pink head. With the World Champ crumpled at his feet, Chris bashes her skull into the middle turnbuckle and proceeds to kick, stomps and knee her in the back of the skull.
Dragging Morgy into the center of the ring, Chris begins to hound her with some more brawling techniques, including simple punches, knees, kicks and even a flapjack. Yes, Chris throws her into the ropes, lifts her up and then dumps her onto her face.
After delivering a kick to the back of Morgana's head, Chris Extreme charges over to Nikita, slaps her on the arm and tags her in. Nikita, thinking that the tag had been too harsh, warns Chris to not do it again, prompting Chris Extreme to apologize and hold the ropes open for Nikita's ring entrance.
Deciding to instead slingshot herself into the ring, over the top rope, Nikita enters the ring and picks up from where Chris Extreme left off. Right away, Nikita applies some submissions to Morgy, which mostly focuses on her back, bending her backwards with a surfboard stretch.
Even with the white boxers on, Nikita shows no faults in her performance, as she rises off Morgana, only to lift her up and place her in the corner. She attempts to whip Morgy across the ring, but at the last second, the whip is reversed. Instead, Nikita is sent smashing into the opposing corner, hitting the turnbuckles with her back. Sprinting in, Morgana gives a couple of carthweels, finally ending with a handspring-elbow, connecting to Nikita's jaw.
On the side of the apron, Chris Extreme looks displeased with what has just occured, while Chris Carson could care less about Morgy's return. He pops open another can of beer and guzzles it down, watching as Morgana sits Nikita on the top rope.
Going to the other side of the ring, Morgana vaults forward, charging full speed ahead towards the corner that Nikita is situated in. Rolling forward, she is able to literally roll up the corner and up onto Nikita's shoulders. Spiralling upward, Morgana quickly sends Nikita flying off the top rope with a hurricanrana!
Seconds after Nikita lands, Morgana springs to the top rope and goes to leap off with a skytwister press. Just as she's about to leap off, though, Chris Extreme runs to the corner, hooks onto Morgy's leg and disables her from jumping off. Watching from the sidelines, Chris Carson still does nothing, smirking at Morgana's fault.
This gives Nikita plenty of time to recover, as she quickly charges into the corner, runs up the ropes and hits a flying-armbar onto Morgana! From here, she then slides right into "The End", her finisher, looking to make Morgana tapout.
On her back, Morgana feels the pain run through her body, and is close to submission, when Chris Carson jumps from his chair, grabs onto Morgana's foot and places it on the bottom rope.
Seeing her foot on the rope, the referee calls for an end to the submission, thus angering Chris Extreme, who makes it his effort to re-enter the ring and pound away on the World Champion. Focusing on Chris, the referee attempts to force him out of the ring, only to have Nikita rise to her feet and lock in another submission on the World Champion.
Of course, the referee is unable to see it, thanks to being busy with Chris Extreme. Luckily for Morgy, she is able to slip out of the butterfly hold being made by Nikita, drop to her back and hit Nikita with a mule-kick.
Springing back to her feet, Morgana kicks Nikita in the gun, only to then apply a crevate. Seconds later, Morgy ascends to the air, hoping to hit the Fata Morgana, but Nikita stalls, holding Morgy up in mid-air. Using her quick-thinking and high-risk agility, Morgana is able to push her legs back, swing her body forward and then tuck herself through Nikita's legs with a modified headscissors-takedown!
Fortunately for Nikita, she spills right into Chris Extreme's corner, allowing him to tag himself in, after slapping Nikita across the face. Right away, he targets Morgana, trying to clothesline her, but she ducks beneath his arm. Alternatively, she leaps onto his shoulders and victory rolls him, even hooking down his legs...
...1...2...
Chris Extreme kicks out, stopping the three from being made!
Both Morgy and Chris get to their feet at approximately the same time. Again, it's Chris Extreme that charges at Morgy, only to strike her with a running knee to the stomach. Having her double over in front of him, he slaps her across the face with the palm of his hand, whips out his cock and then cock-slaps her, as well!
Disgusted with this attack, Morgana almost vomits, as Chris Carson watches from the outside area, laughing at Morgana's expense. Holding Morgy into the air, in a vertical suplex position, Chris decides to throw her forward, dropping her stomach-first across the top rope. Bouncing off the nearest set of ropes, Chris returns, hoping to put his boot into Morgana's stupid, pink head; but ultimately fails.
With some help from the top rope, Morgana pulls back, allowing Chris's kick to completely miss its mark. In fact, Nikita shows signs of teamwork, as she charges at Morgy from the apron section, hoping to club her down. However, Morgana is able to see her coming, giving her the chance to deliver a swinging spin-kick between the middle and top rope; ala that black girl from Heroes, who has the powers of Rey Mysterio.
The force of this blow knocks Nikita completely off the apron, allowing Morgana to regain her footing. Next, she uses the top rope as a springboard, jumps onto Chris's shoulders and then hurricanranas him, sending him stumbling out to the floor, right next to Nikita!
As Chris and Nikita bumble around on the floor, Morgana rises to her feet, bounces off the furthest set of ropes and performs a series of tumbling carthweels. Finishing off, she crashlands onto Nikita, who Chris Extreme pushes in front of him, just in the nick of time!
Using his cowardly move to his advantage, Chris immediately grabs onto Morgana's pink hair and plucks her to her feet. After bashing her face off the ring apron, he hoists her up onto his right shoulder and goes to smash her face-first into the stadium barrier. As he darts forward, though, Morgana squirts out of his clutches and lands behind him, sending him face-first into the wooden barrier, knocking him down and out.
It's Nikita and Morgana that are left on their feet, now. They come to blows on the floor, with Nikita getting the upperhand. She slides Morgana back into the ring and climbs inside, re-entering along with Morgy.
Hovering over Morgana, who is on her hands and knees, Nikita strikes Morgana's ribs with a feisty kick, knocking her onto her back. Furthermore, Nikita bounces off the ropes and returns with a double-kneedrop to Morgana's stomach/ribs, hoping to knock the wind out of her.
Hoisting Morgana up, Nikita chops her into the ropes, and then whips her out. Upon Morgana's return, Nikita catches her, hoping to perform a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker... but Morgy has differing plans! Not only does she rotate once; but Morgy rotates around Nikita a total of three times, finishing off with a hurricanrana on Nikita, which sees Morgy holding Nikita's legs down...
The referee counts...
...1...2...
Using her leg strength, Nikita pushes Morgana back, into a sunset-flip pinfall...
The referee counts in favor of Nikita...
...1...2...
This time, Morgana rolls to safety, rolling up onto her back. Hitting a seated-dropkick, which connects Nikita squarely in the face, Morgana soon pops up and stumbles into the corner. Climbing quickly, she reaches the top rope, much to the indecision of Chris Carson. Leaping off, she twirls through the air, hitting The Morgasm onto Nikita!
She makes the cover...
...
However, before the count is made, Chris Carson gets off his chair, reaches in, grabs onto Morgana's foot and pulls her out to the floor. He proceeds to punch her in the face and then smack her face off the ring post. Sliding inside, he makes the cover, instead...
The referee counts...
...1...2...3!
Pissed-off jeers flood the area, raining down onto Chris Carson, who has stolen the pinfall from Morgana. Rising to his feet, Carson exits the ring, grabs the World Title, glares longingly at it before dumping the title on Morgana's chest and then kicking her.
He walks to the back, passing by an angry Chris Extreme, who has just gotten to his feet. They stare each other down, until Chris Extreme walks to the ringside area... only to pull out a bed of nails from beneath the ring!
Very angry, he slides the bed of nails into the ring, sliding inside behind it. Watching as Nikita rises to her feet, feeling defeated, Chris rushes at her and kicks her in the back of the neck, knocking her face-first into the bottom turnbuckle pad. Furthermore, he places the same foot behind Nikita's skull, only to then stomp on the back of her skull, driving her face into the bottom turnbuckle, ala a curb-stomp!
Not only that, but he positions the bed of nails in the center of the ring, picks Nikita up with a handful of hair and spits in her face. Smacking his cock against her forehead, he steps back and delivers a modified Cock-Factor onto the Bed of Nails, bloodying her face and body!
For the final shot of Eternity, the image shows Nikita laid out in the bed of nails, with Chris Extreme ripping her pair of white boxers off her. The screen then flickers to the image of Morgana laid out on the floor, perhaps foreshadowing for the next card, which is Illusions 4.
Winner: Morgana/Chris Carson