The scene opens onto the steps of the Thomas Jefferson Memorial in Washington, D.C., where Chris Extreme is shown standing, holding his right hand over his heart. Some cheerful, all-American music plays, as a single tear strolls down Chris Extreme's cheek, showing his love for his country.

Chris Extreme: Next November, when you go to the polls, vote Extreme!

He pulls a tiny American flag out from his boxers and then waves it in the wind. Thinking the cameras have stopped rolling, he throws the flag down, turns around and wipes the fake tears off his face.

Chris Extreme: When I run this country, I'm going to burn this entire place to the ground.

He looks over his shoulder, viewing Booger, who secretary of defense, who is chowing down on a leftover Thanksgiving turkey.

Chris Extreme: Jesus, will you stop eating! We have to give that rotten turkey to some poor kids.

Booger: Sorry, boss.

Chris Extreme: And where's Roscoe? I need him for a photo-op.

Throwing the turkey down, Booger responds.

Booger: You left him tied to the park bench, in the middle of a snowstorm.

Chris chuckles to himself.

Chris Extreme: Whoops.

Noticing the camera is still rolling, he suddenly becomes agitated.

Chris Extreme: What the fuck?! Get that camera off me! Do you know who I am?! I'm the future president of the United States! Turn that off!

He places his hand over the lens and the image fades out, going inside of the Jefferson Memorial, where tonight's event will be taking place.

The scene opens up inside the Thomas Jefferson Memorial, where a flash of bright pink hair is momentarily seen before disappearing behind a wide marble pillar. Just as the pink hair -- obviously belonging to Morgana -- disappears from sight, the trashy Gothic form of Mina Lestat comes into view. She's glaring with rage for no easily explainable reason with black mascara streaking down her face, and her wrists are crusted with dried blood, as if she'd recently attempted suicide. Morgana watches her carefully from behind the pillar, smirking to herself as Mina launches into a monologue that no one wants to hear.

Mina Lestat: I am the cold that blows against your skin; I am this dark, evil feeling sinking in. I am the death that creaks in front of the door; I'm the hell that burns and churns beneath thy floor. I'm the person who lurks in your head, making you hoping and wishing you were --

Morgana: Sweet Jesus, would you shut the fuck up?

Stepping out from behind the pillar, Morgana scowls at Mina, her arms folded across her breasts. Mina regards her with shock for a moment before nearly snarling at the World Champion.

Mina Lestat: What the fuck do you want? I'm too busy being a Goth for your bullshit. If you get any closer I'll make more cliché claims about being evil personified and threaten to kill you.

Morgana: Cute. I'm not here to indulge your retarded fantasies, though; I'm actually here to kick you in the face.

Morgana -- a huge contrast from the Gothic Mina Lestat in all of her pink haired, bright eyed glory -- steps closer to SW's newest female roster addition, who takes a step back.

Mina Lestat: Uh, why?

Morgana: Because, you stupid cunt, you're a colossal failure in every sense of the word. I HATE people who try to get famous off the work of other people, and you're definitely one of them. I mean, you just aired a promo that you stole word for word and action by action from someone else -- which makes you one lame bitch.

Without waiting for Mina to reply -- or try to defend herself -- Morgana launches her leg upward and roundhouse kicks the taller woman directly in the jaw, sending her sprawling to the ground. She shrieks with pain, holding her jaw with indignant tears in her eyes before spitting out a trail of blood.

Morgana: The thing is, I'm a hardcore advocate for women's rights, but I refuse to help anyone who's as moronic as you are. Have fun getting killed tonight! You can bet your ass that I won't be helping you when a bunch of guys rip your face off. Kisses!

With Mina laying on the ground, still spitting blood and nearly shaking with rage, Morgana skips further into the Jefferson Memorial as the scene fades to black.

Debut Match

Aeolus Wrath vs. Creed

"Immortal" by Adema pulses through the PA system as silver pyros scream and explode. Through the mist and smoke comes a hooded figure, his hands on his hips. From under the hood, as he raises his head, we can see the curled lip of Aeolus Wrath, that all too familiar smirk on his face. To a chorus of boos he walks down the ramp, his arms extended out, eating it all up. He wants the crowd to hate him. He flips over the ropes and enters the ring. He unzips his hood, tossing it back to reveal his face. As his music dies down, he kicks his hood to the side, delivering some shadow punches and kicks in his corner to get ready.

The newcomer, Aeolus Wrath, who had been expecting to take on Joel Artimes and Mina Lestat leans back, waiting for both competitors to come out... but nothing happens.

Joel Artimes's music hits...

Nothing.

Mina Lestat's music plays...

Nothing.

Suddenly...

The roar of the crowd is unbelievable as "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana hits the airwaves. Red lights begin to pulsate around, with the camera to fans with homemade signs for various superstars. The lights underneath the stage turn on, shining through the ramp and a series of rather disturbing pictures of a bloody Creed begins to slowly cascade on the screen. Next, a video begins with Creed viciously stabbing himself in the forehead with a fork plays, soon fading into a video of Creed giving staple shots to an opponent and that bleeds into A video of Creed lighting an opponent's chest with some sick strong-style spirited chops. A plume of smoke crosses the stage, followed by another red light, which soon flickers...

Announcer: Making his way to the ring, from the Asylum! Weighing in at 235 lbs... this is Creed!

Confusion sets in when Creed doesn't appear. Instead, the song continues to rip through the arena, destroying the ears of the fans. Soon enough, spotlights begin to dance across the crowd as a mob forms... and in a mob-like fashion, they all gather in one spot -- with the wrestler known as Creed in the center.

The fans tug on him, as he fights his way through the crowd, risking life and limb as he stands on a front row chair with his other foot propped on a steel guardrail. Creed does his trademark crucifix pose, while the ruthless crowd gives "The Psychotic Mutilator" a verbal lashing.

Hopping over the rail, he slides inside, stands in the middle of the ring and does his crucifix pose. Creed races to each four turnbuckles and does the exact same pose, until deciding to sit in the corner, listening as his music fades out.

Aeolus Wrath is surprised by this other comer, who originally wasn't scheduled to take part in this match. The referee, who is equally confused, shakes his head and accepts Creed as an alternate opponent and then calls for the bell.

As the match begins, both men step into each other, with Creed applying a side-headlock, which he uses to also jab some punches into the top of Aeolus's head. Not taking a liking to this, Aeolus immediately backs Creed against the ropes and pushes him out.

Bouncing off the ropes, Creed speeds back, but has Aeolus leapfrog up-and-over him, resulting in Creed continuing into the next set of ropes. Again, Creed bounces back, only to run right into a backflip-kick from Aeolus, which catches Creed directly in the face, knocking him out of the ring, in the process.

Allowing for Creed to regain balance on the floor, Aeolus walks around the ring and then pushes forward, where he performs a suicide-dive through the ropes. On his way down, he catches onto Creed's head, applying a facelock and Tornado DDTs him onto the floor, smacking him head-first onto the concrete!

Out here, Aeolus attempts to continue his fight against Creed; but he's unable to, as Creed's brawling ability comes to fruition. Smacking Aeolus around on the floor, Creed bashes his opponent's skull off the ring apron and then off the ring railing. Leaving Aeolus against the railing, Creed takes several steps back and then shoots himself forward, hitting a running-knee to the face!

Dazed, Aeolus spills off the railing, only to have Creed lift him up and then hit a spinning sidebuster onto the floor! Getting up, Creed rolls inside, hoping for a countout victory. He enforces the referee, who was already pretty high in the count, to continue counting...

...1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...

Aeolus rises...

...9...

Aeolus quickly rolls inside, aware of the possible danger of being counted out.

Peturbed by this action, Creed moves onto Aeolus and stomps on him, even going as far as to stand on Aeolus's chest and doing a riverman's stomp on him! When he's done, Creed lifts Aeolus back up, gives him some kneelifts and then throws him head-first into the top turnbuckle.

In the corner, Creed hits a running-dropkick to Aeolus's chest, stands back up and then lifts him onto his shoulders, apparently looking for a Death Valley Driver. However, as he charges ahead, Aeolus is able to push himself off Creed's shoulders, resulting in Creed going forward, without Aeolus.

Aeolus stands tall, watching as Creed turns around, wanting to regain control. Unfortunately for him, Aeolus fires himself towards him like a torpedo. Hitting a spinning roundhouse-kick, Aeolus successfully knocks Creed back, driving him against the turnbuckles. Standing back up, Aeolus immediately sprints into the corner, where he pushes himself into the air, via kicking off the middle rope, and then striking with a high-knee to the face!

In a daze, Creed stumbles out of the corner, giving Aeolus the perfect idea.

Gaining momentum, Aeolus bounces off the ropes and comes storming back with a spin-wheel kick, knocking Creed off his feet, dropping him onto his back! Seconds later, Aeolus is on his feet again, giving him the chance to bounce off the ropes once more. This time, he rolls forward, rolls to his feet and then somersaults through the air, hitting a somersault senton onto Creed, leaving him motionless!

Aeolus makes the cover...

...1...2...

However, Creed kicks out.

Shaking his head, Aeolus stands back up, lifting Creed up, as well. Throwing him into the corner, Aeolus strikes with a chop and then uses his shoulders to sit Creed on the top rope. Stepping out onto the outer portion of the ring apron, Aeolus goes to climb, but his effort is thwarted by Creed, who fires an elbow at him.

Creed, fearing the worst, grasps for straws, swatting at Aeolus for several more elbows and punches, knocking his opponent back to the ring apron, keeping him at bay. However, when Aeolus is able to step back, only to stride forward and then strike with a leaping roundhouse-kick from the apron, things go on a downward spiral for him.

Seconds later, Aeolus is springboarding off the top rope, 3/4 facelocking Creed and then bringing him down with a Cutter from the top rope, a move which he calls the AeoShocker!

Turning Creed onto his back, Aeolus makes the cover for hopefully a final time...

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

With the win, Aeolus gets to his feet and has his hand raised into the air. Exiting the ring, he walks to the back, receiving a mixed ovation from the fans, while Creed barely rises from the loss. Where does the path for these two men go from here? Only time will tell.

Winner: Aeolus Wrath

The cameras return to the ringside area, where the figures of both Shane Donovan and Lance Ryder are already inside. When the bell rings, both men step toward each other and lock-up. Right off the bat, Shane shifts things into a side-headlock, with Lance struggling to find an out. In a matter of time, Lance is able to sneak out of Shane's clutches, throwing him into the ropes, where he then brings Shane down with a Japanese-armdrag.

He goes to follow that up with a second straight armdrag, but before anything can be done, he is blasted across the back of his skull with a chair.

Bam!

And Shane Donovan receives another equally devestating blow, the steel bashing against the side of his skull!

Bam!

In the ring, Xander Gates stands with a dented chair and a microphone. Watching as the men roll out of the ring, in a daze, Xander stands in the center of the ring and begins to hold the microphone up to his mouth.

Xander Gates: It's been over a week, and not one person has stepped up to the challenge. I don't care who -- or what -- I'm waiting for someone to step up to plate and answer the challenge from a hall of famer. Come on...

Xander stands in the ring, waiting for someone to come out; but no one enters.

Xander Gates: I'm giving everyone until acount of 10 to accept my open invite... countdown, ref...

Upon being told to make a count, the referee obliges and commences the countdown, with Xander counting with him.

...1...2...3...4...5...

At the halfway point, though, Xander cuts in.

Xander Gates: Hah! Well, it's obvious no one's answering. So, you can stop the count, referee. Instead, I'll make an addition. Next week, I'll be here... and I'll be here with $20,000 of my own money. If you accept my challenge and you... He chuckles...

Xander Gates: Heh... you beat me... then, you get the money. Let's face it, when the time comes, I'll still have that $20,000.

Tossing down the microphone, Xander exits the ring, and makes his way through the crowd; the same way he entered.

A young gothic lady stands in the back, twirling her hair and doing goth stuff, such as... uh... listening to Nine Inch Nails and cutting herself because Morgana was mean to her. This girl is Mina Lestat, the same girl that was supposed to take part in the previous match. On the screen, the words "Minutes Ago" flicker back-and-forth, showing that the happenings occured before the prior match.

Standing alone, she looks like a lost little girl; that is until Dan Black walks up to her. Dan, showing off, flexes, and appears to hit on her.

Dan Black: Hey, I seen you standing all alone. How about showing me those dark, gothic tits?

Looking unimpressed, Mina Lestat curls up her lips and turns her nose in the air.

Mina Lestat: Get bent, asshole.

Looking appalled at Mina's response, Dan grabs her by the neck and throat, pushing her against the wall.

Dan Black: Listen here, you gothic whore. When Dan Black says drop your panties, you drop your panties. I don't care who you are, even if you are some sort of weird, gothic mutant. You hear me? You slut!

He threatens to hit her, forcing her to flinch. Before he can make contact, though, he halts himself and then laughs at her.

Dan Black: Typical whore. I'm too good for you dirtbag goths, anyhow.

Tidying himself up, he walks off, leaving Mina sitting on the floor, cradling her neck, almost crying. Sniffling to herself, she is again joined by someone else.

Mina Lestat: Who are you?

The figure of Chris Extreme stands above her, having a huge grin on his face.

Chris Extreme: There, there... I'll make it all better.

Mina Lestat: Uhm... okay...

Just then, Chris Extreme drops down and begins to savagely rape the gothic woman; even throttling her throat, forcing her to stay in position. He even goes as far as to hold one of her wrist-cutting razorblades to her neck...

Chris Extreme: Don't you scream, whore. I'm the next President of the United States! Do you know what I can do?!

Applying more pressure around her neck, he pulls down her black panties and starts thrusting his new, veiny, Nazi cock inside of her. Muffled screams emit from Mina, who has Chris's hand wrapped around her throat, stifling the air from her lungs. Soon enough, after enough thrusting, Chris comes to a halt... but so does Mina, who does not move.

Finishing up, Chris stands to his feet, pulls up his pinstripe boxers, kicks Mina to see if she is alive and realizes she has no pulse.

Chris Extreme: Oh Christ, I can't have any presidential scandals now, can I?

Tugging on her lifeless right arm, Chris begins pulling her exanimate carcass away.

Singles Match

Sebastian York vs. Dan Black

"Simple Design" by Breaking Benjamin goes off and Dan Black comes out from the back and then runs into the ring. He climbs each turnbuckle, pointing to the audience and he goes to the center of the ring and stomps his right foot, which ignites pyro all around the ringside area.

Sebastian York walks out as "Can't tell me Nothing" by Kanye West begins to blast throughout the arena. Stopping to take a look at the crowd, he smiles and then saunters to the ring, slapping hands with the fans as he makes his way to the squared circle. Finally, he reaches the ring, and slides in, waiting for the bell to ring.

The bell rings, and York hands his Impulse Title to a ringside worker. With his back turned, Dan Black rushes forward and attacks, nailing York with a forearm that sends him through the ropes and to the outside! Black steps out onto the apron and waits for a stunned York to turn around before dropping a double ax handle on him from the apron!

The Bulldozer picks York up from the ground and hurls him into the ringside steps! Black leaves York against the steps and runs at him, looking for a Yakuza kick into the steel, but York moves away at the last second! Black holds his leg in pain…allowing York to clip the other one out from under him! Sebastian picks black up and rolls him into the ring before rolling in and making the cover...

...1...2...

But he kicks out!

York brings Black to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Black comes back, and York hits him with a quick back elbow! Black hits the mat, and York follows through with a leg drop and a cover...

...1...

Dan Black easily kicks out at the count of one, but soon gets to his feet, where he quickly gets to his feet... only to duck down, as York attempts to snap off a Superkick!

Black rolls out of the ring and slaps the mat in frustration, only for York to dropkick him through the ropes! Black stumbles into the guardrail, allowing Sebastian York to step through the ropes and follow on the floor…only for Dan Black to recover and nail the reigning Impulse Champion with a lariat! Black rolls York into the ring and goes for another cover...

...1...

Yet again, it's only another one.

Rising, Dan Black picks York up once more, whipping him into the ropes. York comes back, looking for a diving clothesline, but The Bulldozer catches him and plants the champion with a tidal-wave of a sidewalk slam! He goes for the cover...

...1...2...

Once more, Sebastian York kicks out and Dan Black seems livid.

Next, he takes the opportunity to stomp at the Impulse Champion. York rolls to the ropes, and the referee breaks up the assault. Black backs up into a neutral corner, but charges the second York is up! York can barely see Black coming, but has the whereabouts to hit the deck and pull down the ropes with him, sending Dan Black flipping over the top rope and to the floor!

Sebastian waits for Black to get to his feet, grabs the top rope, and slings himself over and onto the challenger with a gorgeous plancha!

Out here, the two slowly get to their feet, with York getting up slightly faster. He uses this as an advantage and charges at his opponent, only for Black to lift him up... and drop him face first on the ringside announce table! York lies motionless, out on the table, while Dan Black grabs a chair!

From inside the ring, the referee screams at Dan to put the chair down, but he raises it over his head and brings it down…only for York to move away!

Sprinting up, Sebastian kicks Dan in the gut and follows up with a DDT, driving Dan's head into the floor! Right after this, the champion wastes little time in rolling the challenger back into the ring and going for the winning fall.

The referee counts...

...1...2...

However, Dan Black is just able to kick out!

York brings Black to his feet and goes for a whip into the ropes. At the last second, Dan Black reverses and catches Sebastian York with the Black Hole Slam! Black goes for a cover of his own...!

...1...2...

At the last possible second, York gets his foot on the bottom rope!

Black gets to his feet and argues with the ref, turning around to see York getting to his feet. Black rushes forward, but York ducks the attack! Out of nowhere, Sebastian York spins around and nails Dan Black in the jaw with a superkick!

An ounce of spit flies out of Dan Black's mouth, forcing him to stumble back, sending him spiralling through the ropes and cementing himself on the floor, leaving Sebastian all alone inside of the ring.

Inside of the ring, Sebastian York preps himself up for a follow-up attack, only to be blasted between the eyes with "The Last Dance" superkick! Upon seeing this, the referee immediately calls for the bell, giving the DQ win to Sebastian York.

The audience, previously enthralled by the action in the ring, start to boo as Swing unwinds tape from around his fist, revealing a razor blade!

Swing pounces on a dazed York and brings his bladed fist down on York’s forehead, opening him up easily! Swing scrapes the razor across York’s face, and the Impulse Champion bleeds out onto the mat. Swing allows himself to be pulled off York by the referee, spitting on him as he gets up, showered with boos.

Grinning madly, Stevie Swing exits the ring, washing Sebastian York's blood off onto his chest. Still smiling at Sebastian's expense, Stevie exits to the back; while the camera focuses in on Dan Black, who is just returning to a standing position.

Absolutely shocked at the fact he has been disqualified, Dan Black pounds his fist off the ring apron, jumps up onto the ring and climbs inside, where he views the still comatose Sebastian York laying on his back, bleeding from the forehead. Taking out his rage and frustration, he kicks and stomps at the Impulse Champion, wishing to unload as much damage as possible.

Picking Sebastian York up, Dan Black soon drops him right back down with a mindblowing powerbomb, only to maintain his grip on Sebastian and lifting him back up into the powerbomb position. Once again, Dan Black hoists Sebastian York up and drives him back down with a second consecutive powerbomb.

He's about to go for a third attempt, when he is stopped by a hooded figure that runs down from the back.

Mark Davis, wielding nothing but the strength and justice of his own two hands, slides inside the ring and kicks Dan Black in the kidneys, stopping him from lifting Sebastian York up for a third time. Having released York from Dan Black's clutches, Mark begins to throw some rights and lefts at Dan Black's head, agitating Dan, who tries to fight back, but is overwrought with Mark Davis's return.

The last time we viewed Mark Davis, he was being stretchered to the back, thanks to Dan Black powerbombing him from inside the ring -- to the outside; and through a wooden table. This time, things are different, as Mark Davis stands tall in the ring, while Dan Black is forced to retreat to the back.

In the end, Mark aides Sebastian York in getting to his feet, even shaking Sebastian's hand, while Dan Black demands revenge, as he passes through the curtain, returning to the backstage area.

Winner: Sebastian York

Before her tag match alongside Chris Carson, her current enemy, Morgana walks in the back, carrying her World Title strap over her left shoulder. She is pacing back and forth, ready for action, when Sin Wrestling owner, Corey Page, walks up to her. Proudly displaying his Montreal Canadiens jersey, he wearily approaches her...

Morgana: Ewwww... your shirt! Take it off!

Corey Page: I love it when you talk dirty to me.

Morgana: No, I mean it makes me sick. Set it on fire!

Corey Page: But... but... but what about Saku?!

Morgana: I hope he eats another cancer sandwich!

Corey Page: How dare you; why I oughta... I oughta... I oughta give you control over the next Sin Wrestling show!

Morgana: Hell no, the Habs are faggots; and-- zuh?

Surprised at Corey's sudden announcement, Morgana perks up, trying to figure out what Corey is talking about.

Morgana: What the Mats Sundin are you yapping about? Me? Running SW?

Corey Page: Yes. You're the World Champion, so I'm giving you the reigns for the next show.

Morgana: But why?

Corey Page: It's vacation time for me.

Morgana: By "vacation", you mean sleeping in, wearing your boxers all day and playing video games all weekend, right?

Corey Page: Well... you see...

Morgana: So, that's a yes.

Corey shrugs.

Corey Page: Anywho, the show is set to take place in Toronto, Ontario. Have fun; go nuts. Whatever.

Taking a second to ponder to herself, Morgana lightens up, a smirk spreading across her lips.

Morgana: All right!

Before Corey can exit, though, he has one more suggestion for Morgana. He reaches his right hand behind his back...

Corey Page: Now, if you would, put your hand down my bag.

Morgana's eyes widen with that sexual euphemism.

Morgana: ...Excuse me?

...And Corey Page pulls a bag out of his back-pocket and holds it in front of Morgy.

Corey Page: Err.. you know, my bag. To pick the next -- and final -- set of teams in the Tag Trophy Tournament.

Morgana: Oh... yeah, sure.

The bag is wiggled at Morgana.

Corey Page: Now pick! :@!

Heeding orders, Morgana reaches inside and pulls out someone's name. She reveals it to the camera.

Morgana: We have...

Morgana: Oh boy, we have Mark Davis.

Corey Page: A very sexy pick, might I add. Very nice nipples that fellow has.

Morgana: As long as Dan Black doesn't twist them off...

Corey Page: Don't say such awful things.

Again, Corey shakes the bag at Morgy, requesting her to draw another name.

Morgana: And he'll be tagging with...

Morgana: Aeolus! Sounds like areolas!

Corey Page: Stop it, you're turning me on. But yes... Aeolous Wrath and Mark Davis. A team that's far too sexy for the ring. So, that leaves two names...

Before Corey can even ask, Morgana draws out the second-to-last name...

Morgana: Oh geez...

Morgana: It's Chris Extreme.

Corey Page: One of your partners for Santa Claus is Dead! and ex-boyfriend! Remember Julius?! My God, I miss Julius.

Opting not to answer Corey Page, Morgana casually reaches back inside, picking out the final name...

Corey Page: A perfect combination! Chris Extreme and a black man!

Morgana: But Dan Black is not...

Corey Page: Don't tell Chris that.

Corey stuffs the bag away, having declared the opponents for next week. Before he can shuffle off, Morgana taps him on the shoulder, stopping him.

Morgana: Wait, shouldn't I tell you who my third partner for Santa Claus is Dead! is?

Corey shrugs.

Corey Page: Go ahead. You may as well, considering Chris Carson has yet to name anyone.

Morgana: He is?

Corey Page: He is. He has yet to tell me his third partner.

Morgana: Well, fuck that douchebag. I'm not afraid to name my third partner. Declan Turner. There. That's my partner. Morgana, Chris Extreme, and Declan Turner; with a final name coming next week.

Corey Page: Right on. Good enough! I guess we'll find out who "The Creep"'s partner is soon. Speaking of which, your match is up right now. So, go... go to the ring. Get...

Making scurrying motions, Corey chases Morgana off.

Morgana: Well Jesus, calm down.

When all is said and done, Morgana walks towards the entrance; whereas Corey Page stays behind, stuffing his bag back into his pants.

He stuffs his scrotum back inside, too.

Tag Trophy Tournament -- First Round

Chris Carson/Morgana vs. Jantz Spalding/Cooter McCoy

"Trailer Park Life" by The Trailer Park Boys blares as Cooter McCoy steps out from behind the curtain. He looks out over the crowd, as he raises an empty coke bottle to his lips and spits some skoal in it. He then proceeds to the ringside area, sets the spit bottle in the corner and slides into the ring.

"Stupify" by Disturbed hits and "The Naturalist" Jantz Spalding walks out from the backstage area, where he then walks towards the ring and slides inside.

The lights dim into a bloody red glow, then throb to life with a guitar riff like an alarm. As the song evolves into a rhythmic drumbeat and bass line, a haunted version of Queens of the Stone Age's "Sick, Sick, Sick", two symbols embossed on alternating red-black backgrounds--the universal red symbol for "no", and the circle-cross symbol for the female gender--flash with the downbeats across the projector screen. A red-and-black "CC" mix into the subliminal display, while the symbols fuse into a new logo as the flashes quicken.

Chris Carson comes out with a purpose, wearing a black shirt with the same logo painted across it in white and red. Carson jaws with the audience, then sprint to the ring when two-thirds of the way to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope, standing in the ring with his logo illuminating it. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle to taunt the audience with a sneer, pointing at his shirt.

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.

"Celebrity Skin" dies over the speakers as Morgy parades confidently around the ring, waiting for the match to begin. With both teams in the ring, trying to figure out who will start, the bell rings. Right away, Chris Carson throws his arms in the air and steps out to the side of the apron, not really caring about his match. As this happens, Cooter and Jantz go side-by-side, with Cooter opting to start the match for his team.

Chugging across the ring, Cooter grabs onto Morgana's hair from behind and slings her to the canvas. Seconds later, she rises back up, only to have the much-larger Cooter charge at her and plow into her with a shocking shoulderblock, dropping her onto her back once more. Seeing Morgana lay on the mat, Cooter bounces off the ropes and returns, hoping to land a splash...

...but Morgy rolls out of the way.

As a result, he lands face-first on the canvas, allowing for Morgana to jump to her feet and connect with a seated-dropkick to his face, while he is on his knees. Popping right back up, she again roars off the ropes, returning with a second seated-dropkick; this time swatting him in the chest.

Jetting back up to her feet, Morgy instantly sprawls to the outside, standing on the outer portion of the apron, watching as she allows for Cooter to stand. Once he's up onto two feet, she springboards off the top rope, flies through the air and presses both feet into Cooter McCoy's chest, bringing him down to the ground with a flying double-stomp, following him down to the canvas and planting both feet into biceps! Rolling into her corner, she pops up and unexpectedly tags in Chris Carson, who was not ready to enter the ring.

Shooting an angry glare towards his own partner, Chris Carson angrily gets inside and starts kicking and stomping on Cooter, forcing him into his own corner, allowing for Jantz Spalding to tag himself in.

Once inside, Jantz prepares to go toe-to-toe with "The Creep". He charges at Chris Carson, who happens to side-step this attack, kneeing Jantz in the stomach. Having Jantz waffled over, "The Creep" kneelifts him in the face, bounces off the nearest set of ropes and returns with a swinging neckbreaker. Not giving his opponent a chance to rise, Chris Carson knees Jantz in the chest and commences pounding and striking at his head.

Eventually, the referee has no other choice but to move in and pull Chris Carson, forehead bandage and all, off Jantz, partially due to the chokehold he had applied. Nevertheless, Chris picks him right back up and then throws Jantz into an open corner. In here, he batters Jantz some more, soon deciding to feverishly whip him across the ring, into the opposite corner.

Once Jantz smashes back-first against the turnbuckle pads, Chris Carson decides to charge in, hoping for a running-clothesline smash. Just as "The Creep" is about to connect, however; Jantz lifts his right leg up, hoping to catch "The Creep" by surprise with a kick to the jaw. Thinking quickly, Chris Carson is able to latch onto Jantz's foot, yank him out from the corner and then drop him to the canvas with a discus-clothesline, which nearly lobs Spalding's head odd its shoulders.

Looking as angst-ridden as ever, Chris Carson stands back up, walks into his corner and feigns making a tag to Morgana. Instead, as she reaches out, he blows a line of snot in her direction, and then turns back to Jantz, who had been trying to crawl back into his corner, where Cooter McCoy is waiting for the tag.

Jantz could literally reach out and make the tag... but Chris Carson is also aware of this.

Once more, "The Creep" grabs onto Jantz's right foot, sliding him back into the center of the ring, where he unloads with a flurry of stomps, an elbowdrop; and then finishes up with a legdrop to the back of Jantz Spalding's head.

Standing up, Chris Carson again mocks the World Champion, his own partner, and opts to return to beating Jantz down. Over and over, Jantz has the back of his head kicked in by a very angry and bitter Chris Carson, who wastes no time in lifting Jantz up to a vertical base. After a half-dozen or so chops to the bare chest, "The Creep" backs Jantz against the ropes and then proceeds to Irish-whip him out.

Ducking down, Chris Carson looks for some sort of backdrop-like move. Instead, Jantz returns with a kick to the jaw, following that with a clothesline, which knocks "The Creep" onto his back!

Down and out, Jantz crawls to his corner; unlike "The Creep" who absolutely does not want to tag Morgana in. As Jantz is able to reach out and tag in Cooter McCoy, Chris Carson happens to crawl towards the ropes, attempting to lift himself up.

However, Cooter does not immediately take advantage over Chris Carson's condition. Fire and foremost, Cooter scurries across the ring and shoves a stiff forearm into Morgana's face, knocking her off the ring apron, dropping her on her back, onto the floor. Turning around, Cooter finally goes nose-to-nose with "The Creep", both men neither saying a word or moving a muscle...

...That is until Morgana pops back up onto the apron, springboards herself off the ropes, and soars through the air, connecting with a flying dropkick to the back of Cooter McCoy, who then stumbles forward, knocking into Chris Carson.

Thanks to this, Chris Carson fumbles back, slightly dazed, trying to regain his composure. Morgana, in the meantime, is taking the fight to Cooter, stifling him with a barrage of punches to the face. Backing into the ropes, she charges out... only to have Cooter toss her high into the air!

Luckily for Morgana, though, Chris Carson's shoulders are there to break her fall. Unfortunately for "The Creep", both of her legs wrap around his head and send him flying out to the floor with a hurricanrana!

She goes to return to action, but Cooter pops her with an elbow to her back, dropping her to her knees. After some uncreative stomping and kicking, which incidentally doesn't the trick, Cooter picks her up and powerslams her. Instead of going for a cover, though, he stands to his feet and tags in Jantz Spalding, who hurriedly rushes inside, looking for an upset victory.

Picking Morgana up, Jantz quickly drops her back down, delivering a brainbuster! He floats over, making the count...

...1...

However, Morgana easily kicks out at the count of one.

Eagerly getting back to his feet, Jantz uppercuts Morgy, knocks her into the corner and then charging-shoulderblocks her into the gut 4-or-5 times. After throwing a back-elbow at her pretty face, he whips her into the opposite corner and charges in behind her. As he travels in, she is able to propel herself into the air, swing her legs around and then sunset-flip Jantz, rolling him up with a pinfall attempt...

...1...2...

Jantz barely kicks out at two!

The lack of pinfall makes Morgana roll back up to her feet, thus seeing Jantz also rise. Watching as he charges at her with a clothesline, she quickly does a cartwheel, kicking through his attempting clothesline and continues through, motioning towards Cooter McCoy. Halfway in, she leaps onto the adjacent set of ropes, springs back and hits a climbing enziguiri, knocking Cooter off the side of the apron!

Sprinting back to her feet, she turns around and notices Jantz seconds away from attacking her. Acting without haste, she charges at him and vertically rolls up him, eventually rolling onto his shoulders, pulling herself up into a hurricanrana position. She then swings around, hoping to hit a reverse-hurricanrana on him, only to have Jantz throw her forward, where she lands on her feet.

He wraps his arms around her waist, hoping to put an end to her catlike reflexes... but receives an elbow for his efforts. Seconds later, Morgana applies a 3/4 facelock, which soon sees her hitting the Fata Morgana on Jantz!

She makes her way into the corner, boldly climbing to the top rope, where she manages to hit The Morgasm! The cover is made...

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

The three-count is made, while Chris Carson finally stands on the side of the apron, looking distraught over not getting the pinfall for his team. Hopping off the apron, he grabs a microphone and begins walking to the back, while the referee congratulates Morgana on the victory.

Inside the ring, Morgana has her hand raised, while Chris Carson begins to speak.

Chris Carson: Pinky, I may have let you get the win for this terrible team this week, but I have more important matters to deal with. Such as the naming of my second partner for the pay per view. And that man, Pinky, hates women just as much as I do...

The crowd jeers.

Chris Carson: That man, Pinky, is...

He stalls.

Chris Carson: ...right... behind you! Cooter McCoy is my second partner!

Just as the announcement is made, Morgana is jumped from behind by Cooter McCoy, who slides back into the ring. He clubs Morgana across the back of her neck with a stiff clothesline, dropping her to the ground. Like a savage beast, he begins stomping and kicking at Morgy; deciding to lift her up and place her between his legs, where he then delivers a powerbomb!

Chris Carson stands near the curtain, smiling with glee at the beatdown that's happening inside of the ring. Before he can pass the curtain, he watches as Cooter lifts Morgana up onto his shoulder, positioning her into a reverse-Death Valley Driver position. The Reverse Death Valley Driver, called "The Welface Check", drives Morgana into the ring, as security soon pours inside, trying to stop anything else from happening.

Finally, "The Creep" exits the ringside area and returns to the back, while Cooter McCoy is restrained inside, as Morgana is checked on by several ring attendants.

Winners: Chris Carson/Morgana

The camera zooms in on the Television Title, which is hung over Stevie Swing's right shoulder, as he sits on a chair in the backstage area. Meanwhile, fresh off his tag match, Chris Carson walks into view, having a wide, cheesy grin on his face. Stopping in front of Stevie, "The Creep" pats him on the back and gives him a thumbs-up.

Chris Carson: Hey, Stevie, you've been doing a good job lately. You're taking it to the ladies of Sin Wrestling. It was great that you smashed that goddamn pumpkin over Adora's head, at Illusions. It was pure magic. In fact, here...

"The Creep" removes his black t-shirt, with the letters "SOS" written on them in red font and literally hands the shirt off his back to Stevie Swing.

Chris Carson: This is for unity, Stevie. This is all for you, man. We're going to take Morgy down a notch.

Handing the shirt off, Chris Carson walks away, giving Stevie one more pat on the back. Steve, in the meantime, looks at the shirt that lays in his hands, scrunches his face up and gives it a toss to the floor. He then stands up and heads towards the ringside area.

Before cutting to the main event, the camera shot shifts to the back, where Chris Extreme is shown stuffing the body of Mina Lestat into a medium-size trunk. Kicking and stomping, he tries to make room, eventually having to fold her body up, snapping her legs back and putting her feet near her head.

Chris Extreme: Goddamn, you gothic slut, get in there!

With a final kick, he stuffs Mina inside. Standing up, he pulls up his referee boxers, stuffing his cock inside. Slamming the trunk door to a close, he stomps off, with the evidence hidden and his cock ready to referee a match.

Television Title Match -- Special Guest Referee: Chris Extreme

Declan Turner vs. Stevie Swing

The arena goes dark as the words blaze across the viewscreen.

"I Get It" by Chevelle explodes over the arena sound system as a huge pyrotechnic display goes off on the center stage. Declan Turner walks out from the back, wearing his wrestling gear and long black leather coat. Ignoring the crowd, he leaps into the ring and sheds the coat, waiting for the bell to ring.

Action Action’s “Don’t Cut Your Fabric” hits, and Stevie Swing slowly walks out to face the crowd. In his hand is a cigarette, which he takes one last puff from, before flicking it into the crowd. Around his neck is a collar with a leash going back to Stevie’s manager/master, Gail/Breeze.

Stevie breaks into a loose shuffle as the fans taunt him, chanting “emo-fag!”, as Stevie’s bondage pants stop him from fully busting out. Swing makes it to the ring and is unclipped from his leash. He rolls into the ring...

Stevie Swing adjusts his arm bracelets and goes to the corner, where he dances around a little bit, but nothing too much while Gail/Breeze screams in the background. The crowd try to drown her out with their booing, but Swing ignores it all, just waiting for the match to start.

A giant, blood dripping globe with a swastika carved into it appears. Chris Extreme's voice is heard shouting viciously in the background.

DIE WHORES!
DIE FAGGOTS!
DIE NIGGERS!
DIE SPICS!
DIE CHINKS!
DIE MUSLIMS!
DIE JEWS!
DIE JESUS!
DIE GOD!
DIE MOTHER EARTH!
DIE HUMANITY DIE!

The heavy metal tune of "Sonne" by Rammstein blasts over the speakers. Chris Extreme marches out, swastika scarred on his naked chest, wearing a pinstripe pair of boxers, with his cock-buldge making its presence felt. Sliding into the ring, he beckons orders at both men -- and actually tells them to beat the snot out of each other.

...But not before handing each of them "Vote Extreme" pins.

Standing in the middle of the ring, Chris Extreme calls for the bell, which immediately prompts both men to toss the "Vote Extreme" pins to the outside. Clearly, this is not a smart way to get into the referee's graces, as he angrily motions for both men to lock-up in the center of the ring.

Despite Chris Extreme's flustered yelling, Stevie and Declan walk up to each other, tying up, with Stevie pushing Declan against the ropes. Hastily, Chris Extreme steps in, seperates both men, pushing them both apart, only to force them back together.

Again, they lock up; and Declan pushes Steve against the ropes. Showing obvious signs of frustration, Chris Extreme yanks Declan away from Stevie, pushing him into the center of the ring and tells them to lock-up once more.

Chris gets in both men's face, barking orders at them, until they both get fed up and push him aside. Finishing with locking-up, Stevie and Declan decide to throw some fists at each other's skull, hoping to start things off by dazing the other.

Stevie strikes a punch; but as does Declan, who then follows up with a knee to Stevie's gut. Using some forearms, Declan knocks Stevie into the ropes and then whips him out. At the last possible second, though, Declan reverses the whip and brings Stevie down with a short-arm back-elbow smash!

Having landed on his back, Stevie instantly springs back up and throws an attempted clothesline towards Declan's head. Declan, however, sees this attack and ducks, allowing him to swing around Stevie and apply a waistlock. Hoisting Stevie up into the air, Declan dumps him chest-first onto the ground, allowing him to then convert the waistlock into a modified-armbar submission.

Seeking safety, Stevie rolls forward, finding a proper escape from the hold. Rolling up to his feet, he is met with a Roundhouse Kick attempt from Declan, only to duck the foot and allow Declan to make a complete 360 degree rotation. The moment Declan turns towards him, Stevie leaps up and connects with a picture-perfect enziguiri, kicking Declan in the back of his skull and knocking him face-first onto the canvas.

Looking impressed, Chris Extreme stands back, eating a muffin, while shouting words of encouragement to Stevie, telling him to pin Declan.

Not listening to the advice offered to him from Chris Extreme, Stevie Swing opts to stand up, taking Declan with him. Before anything else can happen, Declan fires back with a rapid-fire fist to Stevie's gut, catching him by surprise, along with a leaping kneelift, which connects strongly against Stevie's big, Jewish nose.

Steve's head, and his entire body, snaps back, allowing for Declan to get onto both feet. From behind Stevie, he waistlocks him and quickly swings him over with a release German suplex...!

Errr... well, except Stevie is able to completely backflip to safety, landing on his own two feet.

Seeing Declan rise, Stevie charges towards him, but sees Declan try another clothesline atempt. Thinking quickly and wisely, Stevie toryadours around Declan, swings his frame around the back of him and then brings Declan down with a modified-armdrag. Not down for long, Declan pops right back up, only to walk into a secondary armdrag from Stevie, who also rises back up. Again, both men rumble towards each other; and once more, Stevie Swing flips Declan over -- using a hip-toss...!

Err... well, except this time, Declan lands on his feet. With Stevie's right arm entangled in his left arm, Declan knees Stevie in the gut, hunches him over and then strikes with rapid-fire kneelifts, finishing off with a double-knee strike! These blistering shots knock Stevie off-balance, resulting in him stumbling back and allowing for Declan to spring off the ropes with a burst of speed.

Returning like a train off its track, Declan leaps into the air and catches Stevie with a second-straight leaping knee attack, bringing "The Dancing King" down!

As impressed he was with Stevie, Chris Extreme is equally impressed with Declan's attack; probably even moreso. Roaring at Declan Turner, Chris Extreme laments for Declan to cover Stevie. Just like before, the person being yelled at does not listen to Chris Extreme, as they instead focus on trying to inflict more damage.

And just like before, it has bad consequences, as Stevie Swing lowblows Declan Turner directly in front of Chris Extreme. Chris, of course, considers this a wise act and allows for things to continue, even giving Stevie Swing a thumbs-up.

Chris is even more pleased once he sees Stevie Swing roll Declan up with an inside-cradle. Right away, Chris starts the count...

...1...2...

But Declan kicks out at two!

At approximately the same time, both competitors rise to their feet, with Stevie applying a wristlock to Declan, denying him the opportunity to grab on and inflict damage. Still with a hold on Declan's wrist, Stevie walks into the corner, scurries up the ropes and jumps back, bringing Declan down with an armdrag takedown. Knowing that this won't keep Declan down for long, Stevie goes back onto the attack, charging at Declan, only to be caught with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker from Declan Turner, the challenger!

From here, Declan wraps both legs around Stevie's waist, while applying a judo-chokehold, making Chris Extreme movie in and inspect Stevie's condition.

Aware of the potential danger from being in this condition, a slowly decomposing Stevie Swing delivers some elbows to Declan's ribs and starts squirming around. This wrangling is enough to take Declan's attention out of commission, resulting in Stevie rolling him onto his back, trying for a cover.

Seeing this, Chris Extreme and his pinstriped phallus, starts a three-count...

...1...2...

Releasing the hold, Declan gets back to his feet and returns to the attack, but not before receiving a shoulder from Stevie Swing. Inching upward, Stevie Swing mounts an offense, as he strikes Declan with a European Uppercut with his right arm; then a European Uppercut with his left, and once more with his right. Bouncing off the ropes, Stevie Swing springs back, looking to one-up his attack...

...only to run right into a release belly-to-belly suplex from Declan!

They both get to their feet, with Stevie wanting to correct his prior mistake, but he has Declan charge at him, leap into the air and then strike with a jumping big-kick to the face!

Stunned, Stevie Swing spirals lifelessly back, stumbling over the middle rope and spilling to the floor, while Chris Extreme looks on, clapping for Declan's strike. Watching as Stevie writhes on the floor, Declan decides to exit the ring, but is stopped by Stevie, who takes a deep breath and leaps to his feet, crotching Declan with the middle rope.

Shrugging off the pain from the hard, running high-kick, Stevie climbs onto the ring apron, where he again strikes Declan with some uppercuts. Before Stevie can strike for a fourth time, Declan blocks the shot, latches onto Stevie, drops down and then hits a uranage onto the outer portion of the apron!

Rolling Stevie Swing back inside, Declan climbs back onto the side of the apron, ascends to the top turnbuckle and watches as Stevie lies on the canvas. When the time is right, Declan goes for a Shooting Star Press onto the Television Champ...

At the last possible second, Stevie Swing rolls into the center of the ring, avoiding the splash from Declan, who is luckily able to land on his own two feet. As Stevie Swing stands, Declan leans back, watching and waiting for him to rise. Darting forward, he hopes to connect with a high-swinging kick to Stevie's skull, but ultimately misses.

Ducking beneath Declan's swinging leg, Stevie is able to reach between his opponent's legs and grab onto both of his hands. With Declan bundled over, with both hands tucked between his legs, Stevie swings -- no pun intended -- him over. However, as Declan is flipped, he is able to use his legs to push off Stevie's chest, thus toppling him over!

Yet again, the two men ascend at the same time. This time, they begin striking and swatting away at each other. Stevie hits a knife-edge chop; Declan strikes a forearm to the head; Stevie with some punches; Declan with a backfist; Stevie with an uppercut; Declan goes for a spinning-backfist, but Stevie ducks it!

In no time, Steve grabs onto Declan's waist, attempting a Northern Lights suplex. Before he can be lifted, Declan stands his ground and unloads with a series of MMA-elbows to the top of Stevie's skull, preventing him from hitting the move. Alternatively, Declan grabs onto Stevie's left arm and drags him down with a flying-armbar!

Upon seeing this, Chris Extreme staggers into position, checking upon Stevie Swing's status, wishing to know if Stevie will submit. Just like before, Stevie refuses, despite the pain surging through his arm.

Getting on his knees, Stevie tries to push himself up, wanting out of the armbar submission. Once up a standing position, he tries to wiggle his way out of the hold, only to have Declan apply a triangle-chokehold!

Still looking on, Chris Extreme questions to banter and annoy Stevie Swing with questions about submitting. Again, the answer remains the same -- "no"; which Chris Extreme doesn't seem to understand.

Even with Chris Extreme hooting and hollering for a submission, Stevie is able to lift Declan partially off the canvas, only to slam him back down, unfortunately unable to remove the triangle-choke, prompting Declan to strike with more MMA-elbows.

Oddly enough, Stevie uses these elbow-shots as fuel to give himself more energy, enabling him to elevate once more. This time, Stevie is able to sufficiently lift Declan high enough in the air and stiff him with a powerbomb, freeing himself from Declan Turner's clutches!

In the ring, the only person left standing is Chris Extreme, who looks at both fallen opponents, trying to get them up and back to fighting. On one side, Stevie Swing is hunched over, holding onto his left arm, trying to regain the feeling in it; all while Declan Turner is on the other side, rubbing the back of his cranium, dazed from being dropped on the back of his head.

As they lean against the ropes, Chris stands between them, yelling out some words of (dis)couragement.

Chris Extreme: Get up, you faggots! Prove your worth, you smelly, old Jew. Declan Turner... I don't even know what you are, but you're disgusting! Get the hell up!

Declan Turner gets to his feet; as does Stevie Swing. Declan swiftly strikes Stevie with a roaring-forearm, knocking Steve against the ropes. Luckily, Stevie is able to sluggishly rebound and send a forearm of his own into Declan's forehead, dropping him down to one knee.

He goes to follow up, but before he can muster another move, Declan goes for a spinning back-legsweep, which Stevie is able to leap over, aware of the attempted legsweep. When Declan turns back around, Stevie leaps at him, hoping to hit a Shining Wizard; but much like a lot of the offense in this match, it is ducked and avoided! Stevie's right leg shoots right by Declan's head, forcing him to land on his foot. Putting his wits to great use, Stevie roars back, striking with a reverse Shining Wizard, catching Declan Turner in the back of the head!

Now that Declan is knocked-out on the canvas, Stevie Swing gingerly rises, still holding his arm. After stomping at Declan's head, he kicks him near the corner, where he then climbs to the top rope, his back facing his opponent, looking for an apparent moonsault.

Sensing danger, Declan rolls onto his side, reaches to the ropes and pulls himself up before Stevie can vault himself off. Deciding to climb up alongside Stevie, Declan tries for a back-superplex; but is halted by Stevie Swing's elbow-shots, knocking him back to the ground.

Forced to step down and turn around, Stevie connects with a kick to Stevie's head, applies a facelock and then swings out, looking for a Tornado DDT! Before it can be hit, though; Declan pushes him off, tossing him onto his feet. A wave of frustration pours over Stevie, as he charges back towards Declan, only for him to be swung overhead with another belly-to-belly suplex, which sees Stevie Swing topple in, upside-down, against the turnbuckle pads!

Feeling he has a chance to win the match, Declan makes the cover. Chris Extreme quickly makes the count...

...1...2...

...

Stevie Swing places his left foot on the bottom-rope, breaking the cover, much to the anxiety of the fans in attendance!

Amazed at the lack of a pinfall, Declan stands up, lifting Stevie partially up with him, and begins to batter him with a flurry of kneelifts. Scooping Stevie up, he places him in position for "The Blackout", which he often transfers into a jackknife pin. Unfortunately, as he lifts Stevie onto his shoulders, "The Dancing (Emo) King" wiggles his way to safety, thankfully landing behind Declan.

From this position, Stevie wraps his arms around Declan's waist and pushes him forward, only to rebound off the ropes, looking for an Okana Roll. As he goes back, Declan hangs onto the top rope, allowing for only Stevie to roll back, failing in his attempt at a rollup.

Looking to capitalize on Stevie's mistake, Declan spins around... and walks right into "The Last Dance" superkick from Stevie Swing, who had rolled up to his feet!

Literally collapsing onto Declan, Stevie makes the cover...

Chris Extreme counts...

...1...2...

...

...3!

Just as the three is made by Chris Extreme, solidifying a Stevie Swing victory, Sebastian York runs out, slides into the ring and immediately begins attacking Stevie Swing for what happened earlier in the evening! Standing up, Chris Extreme can only stand by and watch, as Sebastian York gains revenge on Stevie Swing, much to the delight of the fans.

Stevie and Sebastian brawl outside of the ring, where they exchange a series of blows, eventually fighting their way past the curtain and to the back. This leaves Declan Turner alone in the ring, still on his back and in a daze, while Chris Extreme watches as the previous two fight to the back.

Once things have settled down, Chris Extreme rummages around the ring, pulls out a "Vote for Chris Extreme" flyer out of his filthy boxers and then stuffs the paper into Declan Turner's mouth. The image fades out...

Winner: Stevie Swing

Before Eternity #20 goes off the air, the cameras switch to the back, where Stevie Swing and Sebastian York continue to brawl. They go to the outer edges of the Jefferson Memorial, where Sebastian York flings a steel chair at Stevie Swing, striking him across the back of his head, stumbling him into a ladder.

Sebastian York: At the pay per view, we settle this, you son-of-a-bitch. I'm tired of your words and I'm tired of your actions. Whoever wins, walks out with both titles.

Seconds after Sebastian says those words, Stevie Swing grabs onto the ladder and heaves it at Sebastian's face, knocking him onto his back. Sweaty and worn down from his previous match, Stevie Swing responds.

Stevie Swing: You got it.

He again lifts the ladder up and smashes it onto Sebastian York.

Stevie Swing: When I was a young Jewish boy, playing with my dradle, I always wanted to be a double Sin Wrestling champion.

Once more, he gives a final shot with the ladder.

Stevie Swing: And on Hannukah, I always dreamed of beating Sebastian York in a Tables, Ladders and Chairs Match!

A kick, stomp and ladder-shot later, the image fades out and Eternity comes to an end.