Location: St. John's, Newfoundland; at a fish processing plant
Theme Music: Strung Out -- "War Called Home"
Before the cameras come on, the fans in the fish plant are treated to an early match between Booger and newcomer, Jay.
Out first, Booger walks to the ring, carrying a trout in his hand. Biting its head off, he trie rolling into the ring, underneath the bottom rope, but he is too fat and is therefore unable to enter. He has no other choice but to climb up the ring steps.
Jay, on the other hand, comes out, looking much better. The fans in the plant gape at her, trying to get a grand view of the beautiful woman, who slides into the ring, ready for her first match.
When the bell rings, Jay instantly travels across the ring, ducking out of Booger's clutches. Disgusted, she does her best to not allow Booger to touch her, as she continues ducking beneath his grabs and attempts at punches. Grabbing onto her hair, though, he is able to stall her, allowing him to push her into the corner.
Charging in, he hopes to nail an avalanche splash into the corner...
...but Jay slips out of the way. The ring nearly moves as Booger crashes against the turnbuckle pads, only to have Jay kick and stomp at his legs, eventually taking him down to one knee. When the time is perfect, Jay hits a swinging-kick to Booger's face, which she follows up by connecting with a Shining Wizard!
In a daze, and barely able to stand on one leg, Booger gets to his feet, only to bare witness to Jay hitting a running Japanese-style dropkick, knocking him onto his back. From here, she continues kicking and stomping at his legs, even applying a single-leglock, trying to make him tap.
Thankfully, Jay wearing down Booger's legs leaves the big, disgusting behemoth of a man privy to stumble into a front-facelock. Jumping up, Jay hits a front-DDT onto Booger, sending him face-down onto the canvas with the "Jay-Ded"!
She covers him...
...1...2...3!
In her first match, Jay earns the victory, which she relishes in... but not too much. Deciding to get away from the disgusting man known as Booger, Jay exits the ring, walks to the back and watches as Booger sulks in the ring, eating the rest of his fish, eating his pain away.
Winner: Jay
This edition of Eternity begins with a jet.
Yes, a jet.
A jet landing on an iceberg, no less.
At the front of the jet is large swastika, which can only mean one thing -- the Sin Wrestling champion, Chris Extreme, has made his landing. On this iceberg, the jet's doors open and a tiny landing pad pushes out, revealing the forms of Chris Extreme and his own compadre/doctor/accomplice, Doctor Mengele.
Stepping out onto the barren ice, Chris sniffs the cold, discomforting air.
Chris Extreme: Ahhh... yes, so this is Newfoundland.
Dr. Mengele steps next to Chris Extreme, holding a map, and looking quite confused.
Dr. Mengele: Uhm, sir, I don't think this is Newfoundland.
Chris Extreme: Of course it is! Just look, it's Corey Page coming right at us!
Chris points to a penguin that is waddling back-and-forth on the deck of the ice.
Chris Extreme: What the hell is that faggot even doing?
This, of course, prompts Dr. Mengee to hold up a pair of binoculars to his face, enabling him to examine the waddling penguin.
Dr. Mengele: Uh, sir, I don't think that's Corey Page.
Chris Extreme: Sure it is. It looks just like him!
Dr. Mengele: Uhm... hmmm...
A rumbling is heard, as the ice begins to break apart beneath their feet.
Dr. Mengele: I really don't think this is Newfoundland.
Chris Extreme: Oh, c'mon... it has to be! It looks just like it.
Dr. Mengele: No... no, it's really not.
Chris Extreme: I mean, I've been here before and everything. I think I even burnt an arena down here. In fact, look... there's Betsy!
He points to a polar bear.
Chris Extreme: ...and look, there's Morgana!
He points to a pink walrus.
Chris Extreme: See?!
Another piece of ice begins to dislodge beneath them.
Dr. Mengele: I really, really think we oughta be leaving. I can't stress this enough.
Chris Extreme shakes due to the rumbling.
Chris Extreme: I didn't know Newfoundland had earthquakes!
Dr. Mengele grabs Chris Exteme...
Dr. Mengele: We need to get out of here -- and now!
Chris Extreme: Fine, fine. Scott, Steve... whoever the fuck you are, turn the engines on.
Dr. Mengele races onboard the jet, followed slowly by Chris Extreme, while one of Chris Extreme's Nazi Youth minions flies his jet. Thrusters are on... and everything is a-go. They lift off into the sky, scorching the penguin they leave behind, which dies and slowly slinks into the ocean.
As the jet flies off, the iceberg falls apart, smashing into the ocean... and we fade out.
The lights go out, the crowd falls quiet and a voiceover starts to play.
Red lights flash all around as Baily walks out from the back with "Bite the bullet" by Across 5 Aprils blaring over the PA system. She walks out, holding onto Jackson's arm, wearing her tight form-fitting leather pants and a faded pink tank top that says "Bitch" across the front. Jackson is wearing his normal leather jacket, with ripped jeans, and leather gloves. They make their way down and Jackson slides in, holds the rope open for Baily, and she climbs in, with an evil smile on her face.
The sounds of Rise Against's "Prayer of the Refugee" plays through the arena, and out onto the ramp, steps Jimmy Saint. He pauses for a moment, and lowers himself to one knee, crossing himself and pointing to the heavens. He gets back to his feet and starts down the ramp to the ring.
Generic Heel walks to the ring, with no music. Probably the greatest entrance in modern wrestling history.
The three combatants circle the ring. The bell sounds to start the contest. Everyone is jocking for position and hesitant to make the first move.
Generic Heel: FOR ROME!
Generic Heel shouts and dashes towards Jimmy Saint. Saint ducks the clothesline and Heel keeps on running towards the far ropes. Bailey observes from a safe distance as Saint comes forward to meet Generic Heel with a spear. Generic Heel is helpless to defend and is smacked to the canvas by the move. Saint roars up with his arms in the air to celebrate, only to be kicked in the spine by Bailey. Bailey follows this up with another kick, this time to the back of Jimmy’s right leg. Saint stumbles towards the corner.
Bailey dashes in to follow her attack, only to catch an elbow right to the face by Saint. Saint turns around and starts stomping the woman. Bailey seems to be enjoying the punishment until Saint kicks her right in the noggin. This sends Bailey right through the ropes and to the outside with a grimace. Saint is about to turn around but Generic Heel rolls him up quickly with a schoolboy ;-)
...1...2...
No cigar! Jimmy Saint isn’t looking to lose his first match that quickly. Generic Heel argues with the official for a second, threatening to eat his children and defecate on his dog if he doesn’t count faster. Generic Heel gets up right before Saint does, the two engage in a lock up. Heel reaches up and rakes the eyes of Saint, following it up with a quick kick to the stomach. Generic Heel spins on his back foot in a completely 360 and smacks the dazed Saint right across the face with a pimp slap.
This has the wrong effect on Saint. Jimmy only gets riled up and fires a fury of punches into Heel’s face. The Generic Heel staggers away and is taken down by a dropkick. Jimmy gets right up to his feet and begs for the Heel to get up for some more. Heel scurries to the far corner on his hands and knees. Heel moves his hands around for Jimmy to back off. Saint seems reluctant to hit a downed opponent...
Bailey is back up and slides into the ring. Saint comes marching into the corner finally and is met with the Generic Heel’s hand right on his testicles. Heel squeezes them harder and forces Saint right down to the canvas. Heel laughs it up and stands up to his feet. Bailey runs in and splashes into Generic Heel. Heel hits the turnbuckles and stumbles out, only to catch a bulldog by Bailey. Bailey tries for the win and hooks the Heel’s leg.
...1...2...
...Nope!
Generic Heel refuses to taste defeat. Jimmy Saint is up to his feet now too, holding his gonads and pointing at Bailey. Bailey and Saint grapple quickly thereafter, and Saint pushes Bailey back into the corner. Generic Heel makes it to his feet as well. The three stand in a circle, similar to how they started the match. Saint, holding a grudge about the nasty ‘penis lock’, charges at Generic Heel angrily. Heel sidesteps him and lets him hit the turnbuckles. Bailey comes in there after and hasn’t much better luck, for the Heel slings her down with a hip toss.
The crowds boos loudly. Generic Heel swaggers around the ring and seems to be loving life. He approaches Jimmy Saint, who’s slouched against the turnbuckles and is met with a kick to the stomach. Heel doubles over and is caught with an European uppercut that floors him. Jimmy Saint picks him up by his black mask and stuffs him between his legs. He’s setting the Generic Heel up for Repentance, his finisher and something the Heel probably needs a lot of.
Jimmy picks up the Heel for the Razor’s Edge and holds him up a little too long. Generic Heel wiggles free and drops down on his feet behind the Saint. Jimmy turns around and is caught with a Mike Tyson like right hook to the face. Saint is completely unconscious after that nasty hook.
Generic Heel marvels over his punch much to the chagrin of the crowd. The Heel moves towards Bailey now, and scoops her off the mat. She struggles for a second and swings her foot for a high kick. Generic Heel ducks it cleanly and attempts a low blow. Bailey, obviously, is unaffected and knees the Heel right in the face. She starts to mount an offense by picking the Heel up and chopping his chest wildly. She sends another and another, peppering Generic Heel with these overhand chops.
Bailey sends Generic Heel into the corner and chops him one final time. She then starts climbing up the turnbuckles and fires shots down at Generic Heel. The crowd counts along with her punches...
One punch...
Two punch...
unfortunately, Generic Heel grabs her legs, runs out of the corner with her on his shoulders and completely smothers Bailey into the canvas with a running powerbomb. A rare wrestling move by the Generic Heel, who collapses atop Baily, almost sexually propositioning her.
...1...2...3!
The Generic Heel stands up to a thunderous boo, amazed at what has just happened. His celebration consists of the Heel running a few victory laps around the ring. He swings his arms wildly around and it seems like the world is about to end. As for Baily and Jimmy Saint... well, who cares?
Winner: Generic Heel
The television feed suddenly cuts to a cameraman running through a parking garage. As the camera passes stagehands and staff, the shot swivels to the entrance from the street. A black H3 peels into the garage and parks in a handicapped spot. The camera follows around the SUV to the driver’s side, where a man dressed in a black suit emerges.
The crowd cheers as his face comes into view. With spiked hair, sunglasses, and a cigar dangling from his mouth, “The Reverend” Stephen Marquardt closes the door behind him and smiles at the camera.
Lex Robinson: I don‘t believe it! It‘s Stephen Marquardt from the IFC!
Steve Hebert: Who the hell is that? IFC? Independent Film Channel?
Lex Robinson: No. The International Fight Championship league. Don‘t you watch anything?
Steve Hebert: He looks like a douche. Who the hell wears sunglasses at night?
Lex Robinson: The real question is what’s he doing here in Sin? And I‘d watch what I‘d say around him if I were you. I heard he has a lightning quick temper.
Steve Hebert: Yeah, well. He still looks like a douche.
The camera follows Marquardt into the stadium as he walks through the corridors, inhaling his cigar.
We cut backstage, where a shady figure is talking to a duo of gangster-looking African American males.
Black Male #1: Nigga, that’s crazaay.
Corey Ashton steps out of the darkness.
Corey Ashton: Look, homies, do you want to make this money or not?
Black Male #2: So we have to go to Morgana’s locker room, hold her up for her cheddar and you come along to rescue her?
Corey Ashton: Word.
Black Male #1: How much?
Corey Ashton: Ten dollars in food stamps.
Black Males together: Deal, yo!
Cut.
The voice of Rex "Pain" Pittman fills the arena, screaming "Pain! Pain! PAIN!" right before the opening riffs of "Rockness Monster" by Akimbo. Afterwards, Pittman emerges from backstage, his head obscured by a white frayed towel, looking downwards as he walks stoically to the ring. Once he reaches the ringside area, he climbs the stairs and walks across the edge of the mat, at which point he removes the towel, holds it high in his clinched fist and throws it into the crowd. He enters the ring, does some short laps around the squared circle, and moves towards the corner, where he climbs to the second turnbuckle, holding his fist in the air, while screaming at the crowd.
Say say my playmate
Won't you lay hands on me?
TRANSFER MY TRAGEDY!
Through a curtain of fireworks, Tony Millennia steps out to rampant roaring from the crowd, his eyes set on the ring cast before him.my mind's aflame
We could jet in a stolen car
But I bet we wouldn't get too far
BEFORE THE TRANSFORMATION TAKES!
AND BLOODLUST TANKS AND CRAVE GETS SLAKED!
FOR ADORA.
Strung Out comes roaring over the sound system with “Ultimate Devotion.” This brings out Everybody’s Hero, Corey Ashton, through the curtains. A pair of black Muay Thai style shorts, black kneepads and matching black boots makes up his attire, basically looking like an Oreo cookie. Corey makes his way into the ring, underneath the bottom rope and stands up with a grin. His beloved public showers him with a mixed reaction, but mostly negative.
All My Life I been searching for something...
Something never comes, never leads to nothing...
Nothing satisfies, but I'm gettin close...
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
The words MADE FOR TV appear on the screen as the lights in the arena slowly began to dim and "All My Life" by the Foo Fighters progresses on. An array of baby blue lasers shoot into various directions, moving about, in time with the rhythm of the music.
As the song drops in, explosions go off, as Sebastian York makes his way to the top of the ramp, rocking out to the music. He hops up and down atop the ramp before bursting into a full sprint towards the ring.
Sliding into the ring, he pops up onto his feet and lifts both of his hands into the air, drawing a huge pop from the crowd as pyro shoots into the air from the each corner. As the pyro display dies down, Sebastian nods to the referee and waits for his match to begin.
As the bell rings, the four wrestlers match up, York with Millennia and Pittman with Ashton. York's punches move Millennia to the edge and over the top rope. York looks over at Ashton and Pittman to make sure neither is getting an advantage, then follows Millennia out of the ring, continuing to beat on the Legend.
Ashton and Pittman exchange punches, but the lock-up is clearly in Pittman's favor. He whips Ashton against the ropes and hits a few flying clotheslines on him, then follows with a quick pin, but Ashton quickly squirms out before any count is made.
Pittman backs Ashton up and stomps him down into the corner. After a few punches to Millennia, York climbs onto the apron to make sure Pittman makes no more pins. Pittman chases York back off the apron, but this distraction gives Ashton the chance to counter with forearm shots. Ashton drives a Roaring Elbow into Pittman's sternum to make the big man stagger, then locks on and delivers a Russian Leg Sweep to get him to the mat. Ashton slithers onto Pittman for a pin.
...1...2...!
York reaches into the ring to yank Ashton back while Pittman kicks out. York then turns back to Millennia, who had ducked under the ring for a moment. When York yanks him back out, Millennia nails York with a two-foot fish he had hidden under the ring! But all that does is make York mad. York drags Millennia up and floors him with a neckbreaker outside the ring!
Meanwhile, Ashton is trying to weaken Pittman, bouncing off the ropes to chopblock at Pain's right leg every time the brawler gets up. After four blocks to the knee, Ashton lines up for a fifth block, but ends up running into a clothesline from York. Stunned, Ashton ends up eating a DDT from York! York pins Ashton...
...1...2...!
Pain interrupts the pin with a kick to York's head. Pittman pulls up York and tosses him into the corner, then pounds his shoulder against York’s midsection. Pittman backs up and charges forward to hit a spear against York in the corner, but York manages to slip to the side and hit a drop-toehold to send Pain’s chin into a turnbuckle.
While York recovers, Millennia sneaks back into the ring and starts stomping away at Ashton. He drags Ashton up and works on Ashton's arm, but Ashton counters with a poke to the eye. He gets verbal abuse from the referee, but Ashton just smirks. He tosses Millennia into the ropes, then tosses Tony with a belly-to-belly suplex!
Ashton goes to work on York before he can stir, stomping away at his midsection, but Millennia manages to approach Ashton from behind and lock on a full-nelson hold. He pounds Ashton to the mat with a forward Russian leg sweep and attempts a pin...
...1...2...!
Ashton kicks out, but gets another few punches from Tony. Millennia pulls up Ashton to another full nelson and backs up to the turnbuckles, hoping to hit his "Murphy in the Gun" from the top rope. However, Ashton manages to crush Millennia against the turnbuckles, then turns to start pushing Millennia up the ropes.
After crotching Millennia on the top turnbuckle, Ashton seizes his opportunity. He climbs up the turnbuckle and starts to fire punches to Millennia's head. Ashton sets up a bearhug and looks behind him, ready to snap off a belly-to-belly suplex from the top rope. However, a recovered York quickly runs over and nails Ashton in the kidneys with a punch, getting Ashton back down to the middle rope.
York sees his own opportunity, demanding help from Millennia. York manages to slide Ashton horizontally across his shoulders, while Millennia grabs Ashton in a headlock. Millennia jumps off the top rope with a huge Bulldog, while York hits Ashton with a fallaway slam!
York and Millennia stagger to their feet and start to fight over who gets to pin Ashton, but both have forgotten about Pittman, and "Pain" wallops both with a two-armed spear in desperation, knocking both to the mat!
Pain hustles up to his feet and flexes to the crowd for a moment, kicking Millennia and York out of the ring. Pittman drags Ashton to his feet lifts him up for a delayed vertical suplex, nailing it to weaken Ashton. However, Pittman doesn't release the hold and flips over to clap on a Boston Crab, trying to make the submission specialist tap!
Pain hadn't expected a return from his opponents, and with Ashton close to a tapout, he ends up getting a Spinning Heel Kick to the chin from York!
While York recovers against the ropes and Ashton lies in pain on the mat, Millennia reaches into the ring and drags Pittman out. Both wrestlers continue to fight back up the entrance ramp, leaving York and Ashton in the ring. Pain backs Millennia to the edge of the ramp with kicks and punches. With Tony bent over, Pittman looks to spear Millennia off the stage. Instead, however, Millennia nails a knee to Pittman to stop him, then hoists the bent Pittman into the air, spinning about and landing a Tilt-a-Whirl Slam off of the stage, sending both wrestlers into a convenient pile of fish guts placed by the edge of the stage!
Back in the ring, York stands back up and walks over to Ashton. He lifts him back onto his shoulders, ready to hit his "Made For TV" finisher, but Ashton manages to shake himself from York's grip and land behind him. He locks on a hold and flips York over his head with a German suplex, arching his back into a bridge! York tries to scramble to get out of the pin...
...1...2...3!
Ashton quickly slides out of the ring and celebrates his win. He stands on the outside of the ring and dusts his arms off confidently as he smirks at the audience. York sits up and seethes in frustration in the ring, while Ashton jaws back at York, escaping with an impressive win before the pay-per-view.
Winner: Corey Ashton
The shot of a slightly open door fills the lens as the camera slowly pushes it open. Standing with his back to the camera, Declan Turner holds a phone to his head.
Declan Turner: Look. I don’t care where you are. You need to be here or it’s all out the fucking window. Do you understand?
With an exasperated grunt, Declan shuts the phone off and turns around to see the camera.
Declan Turner: Hey Chris. I suppose you sent this kid in here to do some spying on me right? After all, God knows you can’t get enough of me wiping the floor with you. So this is the second time you’ll be refereeing a match of mine. Don’t think that I forgot what you did to me in my match against Swing.
Declan moves closer to the camera.
Declan Turner: And I don’t think you forgot what I did to you two weeks ago. You better call it right or the last person to leave the ring will be doing it in a body bag.
In one swift motion, Declan kicks the camera out of the room as the door slams shut.
"Drift and Die" by Puddle of Mudd plays and Andrew Keller is shown making his way to the ring. Once inside, he rests in a corner, while turning around and waiting for his opponent, Adrian York.
Two Adrian York fans appear from backstage. Both are carrying maroon canisters with “gasoline” printed in yellow letters on the front. They soak down the entrance ramp and set the canisters down after emptying them. Next, they reached into their pockets. Both pull out a pack of Marlboro Lights. Simultaneously, they pull one from the package and throw the rest into the crowd.
Two models walk from backstage and receive a hug pop from the crowd. Assorted camera flashes light up the arena, as they bend over to light the cigarettes. The two fans look at each other with smirks on their faces. Right when they let their cigarettes drop from their mouths, the arena goes completely dark. “Suffering” by SOiL blares out and flames ignite the entrance ramp.
PFWHUM!
A light shines down upon Adrian York, who stands underneath the Sintron, with his back facing the crowd. He is dressed in black and red motocross gear. He raises his right arm in the air, while bobbing his head hard to his theme music. After a few seconds, he unstraps his helmet and slings it into the crowd.
The lights come back on and a white fog smothers the entrance ramp. Adrian runs down the right side with his hand out. He hits as many hands possible on the way down. Reaching the bottom, he turns around and does the same thing on the opposite side.
Adrian slides into the ring, then rushes toward the turnbuckle. He jumps to the third rope and begins rocking his head. Camera flashes light up the arena once more.
The music stops abruptly and the crowd goes silent. Adrian drops down into the ring.
York and Keller tie up in the center of the ring. Keller gets the upper hand by forcing York down into a headlock. Tightening his lock, Keller suddenly forces himself down to one knee, dragging York down with him. Keller and the referee exchange a few expletives before York picks up Keller with surprising strength and gives Keller a huge Back Drop.
The two men fall away from each other as Keller recovers rather quickly. Lifting York by his hair, York stands up but pushes Keller’s hands away. Rapid fire kick to the stomach and a follow through DDT on Keller. Keller lands hard on his head as York stands up. Bounding off the ropes, York delivers a dropkick to Keller’s ribs, causing Keller to be laid out on his back.
Climbing the turnbuckle, York leaps off with a diving elbow. But it doesn’t connect as Keller rolls out of the way at the last moment. York clutches his wrist as he may have injured it on the dive. Using the ropes as support, Keller gets back up to his feet as York tries to do the same.
The two meet back in the center of the ring as the crowd starts getting riled up. Wrist collar tie-up once again, only this time, York drops to his knees, bringing Keller’s mouth down onto the crown of his head with a Jawbreaker. The hold is broken up as Keller stumbles back holding his mouth.
Rising back up to his feet, York bounds himself off the ropes. He flies back at Keller with a huge Cross Body Block. Keller manages to catch York in arms and drops to his knee, giving York a Backbreaker! York crawls away as Keller grabs York and tries to finish this early with an Anklelock submission.
Keller applies significant pressure as York leaps towards the ropes. In fustration, Keller bends the leg back but lets go before the referee counts to five. Giving him a warning, the referee backs off as Keller lets go. Keller walks over to York, picking him up by his hair.
Keller Irish-whips York into the ropes and catches him on the return, throwing him over his head with a Belly to Belly Suplex. York lands awkwardly and looks very fatigued. Keller stands up and approaches York, but York slides out of the ring, arguing with the referee.
Trying to find a way back into the ring, Keller stalks the inside of the ropes. Finally, York rolls back in and the two men began exchanging heavy elbows. York gets the upper hand as he whips Keller into the turnbuckle and follows it up with a huge splash. Keller hit’s the back of his head on the turnbuckle as it whips back, causing him to fall forward. As he lands, his body twists, turning him onto his back.
Seeing this as his moment, York runs up the ropes and executes the “Catalyst”, a no look Shooting Star Press. The move hits squarely and the ref drops to the mat.
...1...2...!
...NO!
Andrew Keller kicks out and York raises him up, obviously angered.
York whips him towards the ropes, but Keller yanks back, pulling York towards him. As York approaches, Keller’s right hand comes out of nowhere, rocking York like a car accident victim, snapping his head back with the “Mouthpiece.” York drops like a sack of potatoes and Keller drops down, hooking York's right leg...
...1...2...3!
At the count of three, Andrew Keller jumps to his feet, proud of his easy defeat of Adrian York. Stepping on York's chest, he walks towards the ropes and exits the ring. He walks to the backstage area, leaving a dizzy Adrian York sitting on the canvas.
Winner: Andrew Keller
The scene opens up backstage with new Sin roster member Jay standing by with Ace Rodgers. The rookie is clad in an all black lacy ensemble with a look of pure satisfaction written all over her cute face. She flips her black hair over her shoulder, almost smacking Ace with her locks, and grabs the microphone before the interviewer can open up his mouth.
Jay: Hey ya’ll fat, sweaty pigs sitting out in the audience! You should already know me from the fan-fucking-tastic performance I put on early, but just in case you were too busy on the toilet, allow me to introduce myself. The name’s Jay. J-A-Y. You can call me Jay Babe, like the name of my soon to be famous blog on myspace. I’m one of the many newest additions to the Sin Wrestling roster, but trust me, I’m the only one that matters.
Ace tries to grab the microphone, but Jay moves it out of his reach and adjusts the camera so it’s directly on her.
Jay: I came to Sin Wrestling out of all the wrestling federations in the world, because it’s infamous for letting women wrestle in any division they want. Needless to say, I’m too much woman for a lot of these guys in the back, but uh, if anyone should feel the need to test me you’re more than welcomed to try.
Ace tries to get back in the frame, but Jay keeps him just off-screen with her right arm.
Jay: Damnit man! I’m trying to be famous here!
Ace finally snatches back the microphone and lets out a heavy breath of air. Jay crosses her slender arms over her chest and taps her foot impatiently.
Ace Rodgers: Jay. I’m Ace Rodgers, Sin Wrestling interviewer. Now that we’ve been acquainted, what the hell makes you think you’re any better than the million other rookies signed in the past two days?
Jay: Well for one; I’m from Memphis, and everyone knows Elvis is God. Two; I may not be able to do karate anymore, but I sure as hell can wrestle kinda good. Three; despite many attempts, I didn’t get a contract with Sin Wrestling by lying on my back. I actually had to prove myself, and my match tonight against Booger proved how Sin worthy I am. Three and a half; I’ve already got a sex tape out, and everyone knows immediate fame follows a sex tape. It’s like peanut butter and jelly on a two slabs of toasted bread.
Ace Rodgers: Are there any particular goals you have in mind?
Jay: To kick ass and look good whilst kicking it. And to make a lot of money. ‘Nuff said.
Ace Rodgers: Let me rephrase that. Are there any titles you’d like to go after?
Jay: Yeah, ’the next big thing’.
Ace Rodgers: Championships woman.
Jay: Oh, no. I don’t care what I get, just that I get it and make money by selling it on eBay. I’ve gotta pay off my daddy’s Chevy.
Ace Rodgers: Last question; where can I buy your sex tape?
Jay: I think it’s on sale at Kmart near the children’s section. It has a big picture of my ass on front so you can kiss it.
Jay blows a kiss to the camera before strolling off with a big grin on her face.
"I can feel it..."
"Catch a fire, Fire it up, Corrupt stirring it up, It's burning hot, drifting, Hitting every slot with a drop kick"
"It's Toxic...."
The lights dim around the arena as the crowd looks eagerly towards the entrance stage.
"Banging heads and ripping threads, If I wasn't rocking shows, I'd be better of dead, With a one two, One word can destroy your whole crew."
"And that's toxic, and that's toxic."
Nathan York steps out from the back...
...only to walk right into a wailing bucket-shot from Dwight Ike Keller, who dives in from the side, not wanting to sit through Nathan's entrance. Grabbing Nathan by the head, Dwight throws him into the wall of the fish plant, smashing his face into nothing but solid brick. Turning him around, Dwight tries to scoop him up, but Nathan York's size is too much for him.
Instead, Nathan fights back by striking Dwight in the head with his elbow, dropping him to the ground. Taking a page out of Dwight's book, Nathan hoists Dwight up and drops him down with a body slam onto the cement floor!
Nathan hovers over Dwight, kicking him into an array of buckets and boxes. Bending over, he goes to lift Dwight up... only to have Dwight swing his right leg back, lowblowing Nathan, who crumples to the ground, holding his groin!
Delivering some kicks to the side of Nathan's head, Dwight promptly spits on York, showing no respect for the man that has been tormented by the Keller gang. Dwight picks up a bucket and tips it upside-down, drowning Nathan York in stinky, rotten fish. He even removes a 10-pound salmon from another basket, proceeding to whip it across Nathan York's face and head!
Covered in slimy fish guts, Nathan desperately tries to escape from Dwight Ike Keller's attack, but his plan is thwarted, partially thanks to Dwight literally kicking Nathan in the asshole. Still with the dilapidated, dead, bloody, scaly salmon in hand, Dwight bashes it across the back of Nathan York's head, knocking him towards a 5-foot high bucket, with lobsters and water in it.
Recklessly bouncing Nathan's face off the giant bucket, busting York's face open, Dwight laughs at his opponent's expense and then bites him on the arm, drawing even more blood. Reaching inside the large container, Dwight pulls out an alive lobster and uses its claw to pinch Nathan York's nose.
Allowing for the lobster to dangle from York's face, Dwight steps back, only to race forward, leap through the air and connect with a big kick to the lobster, which then smashes into Nathan's face. The lobster flies through the air; and Nathan falls onto his back. All in all, let's just say that the lobster is doing much better than Nathan, at this point.
Obvious by the vicious glow in his eyes, Dwight Ike Keller is not done.
He picks up Nathan, once again ramming him into the 5-foot container, spilling water out over the sides. Turning him around, Dwight dunks Nathan's head underwater, allowing for the hundreds of lobsters to pinch and bite at Nathan York's precious, metrosexual face. After about 45 seconds of dipping Nathan's bloody face into the water, Dwight pulls him out, allowing him to gain a fresh breath of air.
...only to quickly dump his face back in and laugh at his expense, as he even jams his knee into Nathan's spine, not allowing him to escape.
When Dwight finally steps away, Nathan's head rises from the water, gasping helplessly for oxygen, with a lobster hanging by its claws from Nathan's face. Yanking the lobster off with full force, almost ripping Nathan's nose off, in the process, Dwight punches his opponent in the throat and is in glee as Nathan crumbles to the ground.
Delivering a vicious stomp, Dwight sets the lobster on the floor and then lifts Nathan York up to his feet. Kicking Nathan in the balls, Dwight tucks him beneath his arm, applying a front facelock. Seconds later, Dwight drops Nathan York to the ground... smashing onto the lobster... head-first... with a DDT.
The lobster is smashed; and so is Nathan York, who is unable to slip out from beneath the cover made by Dwight Ike Keller.
...1...2...
Before the three is made, Dwight places the lobster's dead carcass onto Nathan York's face.
...3...!
Getting the victory, Dwight Ike Keller stands to his feet and has his hand carelessly raised into the air. Picking up the dead lobster, he tosses it into the crowd, where it lands down some old lady's shirt. He walks to the back, proud to have destroyed Nathan York, who remains on the ground, ashamed of what has just happened.
Winner: Dwight Ike Keller
Chris Carson finally arrives backstage at the fish plant. He still has on his sunglasses and a sneer, but it gets even worse when he's bowled over by the scent of stinky fish.
Chris Carson: Jesus! This is the only place they could find for wrestlin'? It's like Aquaman took a shit in here!
Carson coughs to himself, trying to fan off the stink. He grumbles to himself and tries to locate the dressing room, but is forced to ask an employee for directions. The employee is dressed in all his protective wear and a mask over his mouth.
Chris Carson: Hey, you! Fish...gutter person! Whoever the hell you are! I need to get ready for my match!
The employee's eyes light up, and he removes his mask to reveal...
Ace Rodgers: Oh, hey, Carson!
Chris Carson: Ace?! What the fuck are you workin' here for?
Ace Rodgers: Well, part of the deal was that we'd have to do some work with the fish processing so we could earn some money for maintaining Sin's website. So while you guys are wrestling, some of us are helping the plant clean and gut fish. It's not so bad when you try it. Here!
Ace holds up a dead fish in Carson's face, who looks like he's ready to puke.
Chris Carson: God!
Ace Rodgers: No, I think it's halibut.
Chris Carson: Whatever. Look, I need to get ready for my match with that bitch Daniels. Get me to my dressin’'room.
Ace Rodgers: Sure thing. And while we're at it, how about a quick interview?
Chris Carson: Interview? I have no time for...!
Ace fiddles with the dead fish and pulls a microphone from the inside. Carson looks befuddled.
Chris Carson: I'm...not even gonna ask how the fuck you got a microphone in a dead fish.
Ace Rodgers: It is a long story actually. See, you need a really good bait...
Chris Carson: Ahem. The interview, fuckface?
Ace Rodgers: Of course! Of course! Anyways, you have a huge match with Morgana at the pay-per-view, and tonight you're going to sign off a liability waiver in the ring. But some might say you're overlooking Destiny Daniels tonight.
Carson still looks sick, as he has to talk into a microphone covered in fish guts.
Chris Carson: I'm hardly...overlookin' her. In fact, I'm surprised I didn't fuck her up before tonight. No, what I'm gonna do tonight is kill two birds with one stone...
Ace Rodgers: ...or two fish with one hook?!
Chris Carson: Shut the fuck up about fish! See, what I've done is made it so that all I see is Morgy. Every bitch I pass in the hall is Morgy. Every whore I face in the ring is Morgy.
Ace Rodgers: I...don't quite get your drift, Carson.
Carson finally removes his glasses to glare at Ace. His eyes, normally a mean brown, are now a neon hot-pink color.
Chris Carson: I had the doc give me pink contacts. Now, up until our match at One Minute 'Til Midnight, every fuckin' long-haired freak I see will remind me of that bitch. And that includes Double D tonight. She's gonna wish she went Britney on us and shaved her head bald.
Ace Rodgers: Geez, Carson, you look like an albino shark with those contacts...
Carson sneers at Ace, but both get interrupted by a another employee with the face of a stoner and a ponytail behind his head.
Employee: Dude, Ace, manager wants to see you. Needs more anchovies packed.
Chris Carson: Pink...hair!
Carson snaps for a split second, grabbing the employee, clobbering him with some punches to the gut and face, and throwing him into a stack of crates. He seethes for a few moments, then gets himself straightened out.
Chris Carson: My mistake. You know, Ace, fuck you. I’ll find my dressin' room myself.
Ace nods and winces down at the employee in the crates.
Ace Rodgers: Man, the boss is gonna deduct my pay for this...
Fade out.
The arena goes black and a low hiss is heard. "I'm So Sick (T-Virus Remix)" by Flyleaf fades in harshly, cranked up to its highest setting possible. An image appears.
/ the
destiny
show
i will break into your thoughts
with what's written on my heart
Scarlet fireworks explode in chain up to the top of the entrance ramp, where the flames form a ring of fire from which Destiny emerges. She sways down to the ring, an albino snake resting atop her shoulders.
i'm so sick infected with where I live
let me live without this
empty bliss,selfishness
i will break! break!
Handing the snake to a stagehand, she slides into the ring, reveling in the reaction of the crowd. She tests the ropes, motions for her music to be cut, and feigns a devilish smile.
destiny
fulfilled /
The lights dim into a bloody red glow, then throb to life with a guitar riff like an alarm. Pyro fires off in red flares. 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 Sintron 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.
Removing his Television Title, Chris Carson allows the referee to take it away from him and then hand it off to a ringside official. Standing in the corner, Chris Carson smirks, with the pink glowing from his eyes, as he watches Destiny Daniels step forward. Just as the bell rings, Chris Carson explodes from his own corner and begins things by kneeing Destiny in the gut.
Having her hunched over, this gives Chris easy-picking for him to start walloping on her back with some thunderous punches and forearms. Pushing her relentlessly into the corner, he strikes with some back-elbows to the face, deciding to then Irish-whip her out into the opposite corner.
Charging in, he hopes to catch her with a running-clothesline into the corner, only to have Destiny step forward and roll out of the way, resulting in "The Creep" crashing into the turnbuckles. Stumbling back, he holds his face and chest, allowing for her to connect with a spinning back-legsweep, knocking him onto his back!
Jumping up to her feet, Destiny unloads with some kicks and stomps to the current Television Champ, using each stomp to ground him into the corner. Sitting "The Creep" into the corner, Destiny bounces off the adjacent set of ropes and comes storming back with a running-boot to the face, which knocks a wad of spit out of Chris Carson's mouth!
Delivering a few more kicks, Destiny Daniels soon grabs "The Creep"'s hair and pulls him up to his feet, where she then strikes with some rapid-fire muay-thai kicks to the chest. Finishing up, she leaps into the air and connects with a striking spin-kick to the jaw!
With "The Creep" knocked on his back, Destiny Daniels goes for the cover, much to the delight of the audience...
...1...2...
However, Chris easily kicks out at the count of two!
Afer this, Destiny slowly aides Chris in getting to his feet, even striking him with one more kick once his on two feet. As she goes for another kick, though, "The Creep" is able to latch on to her feet and then reach out to her face and rake her with his fingernails.
Throwing Destiny's leg back causes her to stumble around, holding her face in anguish. This then allows for Chris to come up behind her, punch her in the back and then drop her to the canvas with a back-suplex.
Onto his feet, "The Creep" wastes little time in stomping Destiny, wishing to keep her grounded, thereby negating her lethal kicks and strikes. After placing his right foot across her throat, trying to choke the life out of her, he takes her up and positions her into a standing-headscissors. Soon enough, he has Destiny lifted upside-down, which he then drops her on her skull with a piledriver!
Rolling onto the former World Champ, he goes for a pinfall...
...1...2...
This time, it's Destiny that kicks out, thus continuing the match.
Angrily lifting Destiny to her feet, "The Creep" connects with a throat-thrust, which knocks her against the ropes, and then whips her out. Upon her rebound, he ducks down, expecting to backdrop, but is stunned when she returns with a kick-to-the-face! Not only that, but she is able to keep him hunched over, allowing her to jump onto his back, tuck both of her feet around his arms and then hit a sunset-flip bomb onto him!
Having his shoulders hooked down, she makes the cover...
...1...2...
Kick-out!
"The Creep" immediately rolls to his feet, somewhat dazed, but feeling ultimately vindictive about Destiny's attempt at a pinfall. He charges at her, as she also rises, but ducks beneath a spinning-kick from her right leg. Turning around, he side-steps a palm-thrust chop, only to pull her in and hit a wrist-clutch fisherman's driver; a new move that he calls "The C.C. Crash"!
Grabbing onto Destiny's right arm, "The Creep" rolls her onto her stomach and stands over her. Grabbing her by her hair, he lifts her somewhat off the ground, making sure she hears what he has to say, his pink eyes glaring at her fallen body.
Chris Carson: This is a taste of what Morgana will be getting at the pay per view. This is a taste of how Corey Ashton will make you tap out at One Minute 'Til Midnight. This is for every man in Sin Wrestling!
Throwing her head down, he proceeds to stomp on the back of her head, crushing her face into the canvas. From here, he gets down to one knee, sitting on her back, while reaching over her was with his left hand, fish-hooking her. Using his right knee to jam into Destiny's back, Chris Carson applies "The Silencer", rearing back, trying to get a submission from Destiny.
Pain surges through her body, as she desperately tries to fight her way to safety, but it's no use. After several minutes of being locked into this merciless hold, she has no other choice but to tap out, thus giving the victory to "The Creep" Chris Carson!
Once the referee calls for the bell, "The Creep" rises angrily to his feet and then stomps her in the back. Walking over to the corner, he reaches out and receives his Television Title, which he straps around his waist. Before exiting the ring, he holds his arms victoriously in the air, receiving a mammoth jeer from the audience, who want to see him put in his place by Morgana.
Exiting the ring, he leaves Destiny Daniels inside, allowing her to sit up and contemplate what just occured. Looking upset with her loss, she rolls out of the ring, still getting a decent cheer from the fans, slapping their hands as she walks to the back.
Winner: Chris Carson
Stepping through the curtain, entering the backstage area, Destiny Daniels is quickly approached by an incoming Morgana.
Morgana: Hey, Destiny, can I talk to you for a moment? There's an idea I want to propose to you... it has to do with that moron, Corey Ashton.
Destiny Daniels: Uh, yeah, sure.
Morgana: Good, good. Just follow me.
Speaking those words, Morgana trails off to her locker-room, with Destiny following behind her.
Chris Extreme's jet is shown flying towards a tiny island in the Atlantic Ocean, finally coming to a halt just outside some grimy fish-plant. Just like before, the doors to the jet open and a walking plank pushes out, allowing for Chris and Dr. Mengele to step forward.
Chris Extreme: Ahhh... yes... Newfoundland...
Chris sniffs the disgustingly fishy Newfoundland air.
Chris Extreme: Holy Jesus, this place smells awful.
Holding their noses up, Chris Extreme, who has his World Title strapped around his right shoulder, steps out from the jet, with Dr. Mengele at his side. Almost sickened with the smell, he feigns vomiting, interrupted only by a random Newfoundlander aimlessly walking towards him, speaking Newfie towards him.
Newfoundlander: I'd the b'y that built the boat; and I'd the b'y that sails her.
Chris turns to Dr. Mengele, not knowing what this delirious person is saying.
Chris Extreme: What the fuck is this thing saying to me?
Newfoundlander: Aye, son, lord t'underin' jesus.
Chris Extreme: I have no idea what you're saying!
The Newfoundlander continues harassing Chris Extreme, until Chris becomes fed up with trying to distinguish what is being said.
Chris Extreme: Fuck this. I've got a match to referee; and to screw Declan Turner over. I've got better things to do than listen to a crazy person.
Chris Extreme marches off, with Dr. Mengele in hot pursuit, leaving the wild, rambling Newfoundlander to himself.
The two black guys that had met with Corey Ashton earlier in the evening stand outside of Morgana's backstage locker-room door, bickering back and forth to each other.
Black Male #1: Yo, you gonna do it?
Black Male #2: Shit... I'll knock and you grab her.
Black Male #1: That bitch is dangerous! You grab her!
Black Male #2: Hell nah, you...
Suddenly, the door to Morgana's dressing room opens; and there she stands, the former World Champion, in all of her pink-haired glory. With her arms folded over her chest, she questions the two dark-skinned men that stand in front of her.
Morgana: What the hell are two black people doing in Newfoundland?
Knowing full-well of Newfoundland's ethnic diversity... or lack thereof, Morgana watches as the two black men look at each other, shrugging their shoulders.
Black Male #2: Uh... can we kidnap you; and then hold you ransom for Corey Ashton to come and save you? Just so he can get on Adora's good side.
Angered, Morgana replies.
Morgana: No!
She pulls several five dollar bills out of her pink purse and then throws it at them, allowing the money to flutter to the ground.
Morgana: Now run along.
The two black males look at each other, instantly snatch the money and then run off to buy some crack and whores. As Morgana watches them run off, Corey Ashton jumps into the scene.
Corey Ashton: Morgy, I am here to save you from the two black men... who I have no knowledge of and didn't buy them to kidnap yo-- oh.
He stands, viewing Morgana alone at her door.
Corey Ashton: ...Uh...
Pretending to be in trouble, Morgana yells out.
Morgana: Oh dear, will someone help me! I have been trapped alive by two black guys, who are threatening to put me on mydaughtersfuckingablackdude.com!
Corey Ashton perks up.
Corey Ashton: Don't worry, I'll save you!
Corey rushes past Morgana, invading himself into her locker-room, looking for the two black men he hired to faux-kidnap her. Once inside, he again becomes confused.
Corey Ashton: Uh... where the...?
Still pretending to be terrified, Morgana leads Corey to a closet door.
Morgana: They're in here!
He turns his attention toward the door, latches onto the handle and pulls it open.
CRACK!
As the door swings open, the fist of Destiny Daniels comes thrusting open, smashing Corey Ashton in the face, dropping him to the ground. Morgana walks over Corey Ashton's fallen body and then dumps fish-guts on him.
Morgana: What? You don't think I watch the show as it's happening? Pfffft.
Morgana goes to shake Destiny's hand, but stops when realizing the fish guts that are still on her hand.
Morgana: Errr... maybe I should wash my hands first, yeah. Either way, thanks for knocking this douchebag out. Now excuse me, as I have to concentrate on another douchebag, Chris Carson.
Destiny nods her head.
Destiny Daniels: No problem, I'm always glad to punch this shithead in the face. And yeah, it's probably best to wash that filth off your hand.
The two ladies walk off, leaving Corey Ashton fallen in a pit of fishguts.
Guest Ref: Chris Extreme
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, wearing a pinstripe t-shirt, with the Nazi World Title strapped around his waist. Walking to the ring, he disregards the booing sent his way, stopping only to threaten random children as he walks to the ringside area.
Once inside, he removes his Nazi World Title, allowing him to referee the main event.
The fish plant goes dark as the words blaze across the viewscreen.
"I Get It" by Chevelle explodes over the 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.
Meanwhile, Chris Extreme stares Declan down, as they await the arrival of...
JAYSON KELLER...who makes his way out to hypnotic sounds of a game show tune.
Back in the ring, Chris Extreme talks trash to the back of Declan Turner's head, who is doing his best to ignore Extreme and keep his eyes locked on Keller making his way down the aisle. However, in the end, Extreme manages to steal his attention, smacking Turner across the back of the skull.
Of course, as soon as Turner turns to face Extreme, Keller swiftly slides inside the ring, coming up behind Turner and bringing him to his knees with chop block to the back of the leg. Quickly up to his feet, Keller follows this up with a stiff forearm shot to the back of Turner's neck.
In control of the match, Keller circles around his opponent, joined by Extreme in trash talking their downed adversary. Once they've had their fun, Keller attempts an elbow drop, but Turner manages to roll out of the way, causing Keller to pound his funny bone into the mat. With pain scribbled across his face, Keller rises up, only to be met with a roundhouse kick to the face, a la Turner, sending him straight down to the mat. With Keller down, Turner takes the opportunity to drop down and deliver a set of deadly chops to his throat.
Beside the duo, Extreme has had enough. As Turner chops away at Keller, Extreme whips out his cock, cradling it in the palm of his hand until it is erect. He then moves up alongside Turner and proceeds to stab his cock into the side of Turner's head, severely pissing him off.
Irate, Turner turns his full attention toward Extreme, ready to kick his head clear off his shoulders. However, sneaky Keller crawls up behind Turner and lifts a fist up between Turner's legs, clobbering his groin with as much force as he can muster.
With Turner down, Extreme looks satisfied but soon yells at Keller, demanding he make the cover; Keller complies.
...1...2...
After a very quick two count, Turner's shoulder shoots up off the mat.
Keller shoots Extreme an annoyed glance, demanding he count faster. Extreme shrugs.
Back on Turner, Keller forces him up to his feet, before sending him into the ropes via an Irish whip. On rebound, Keller leaps into the air and drops Turner with a flying clothesline. Once more, he goes for the pin...
...1...2...
And yet again, Turner manages to get his shoulder up just prior to the count of three. This time, Extreme looks more irritated than Keller and actually shoves Keller out of the way so he can deliver a few harsh boot shots to Turner's face.
With blood dripping out of his nose, Turner is forced up, before being sent right back down to the mat with a dual set of double axe handle smashes, courtesy of Extreme and Keller. They both laugh at Turner, who appears down and out.
That is until he springs up off the mat in nip up fashion and drop kicks Keller's knee. As Keller screams in pain, Turner's eyes dart toward Extreme, it seems as if he momentarily considers attacking the World Champion, but opts not to, as he turns his sights back on Keller.
In retaliation, Keller sends a fist flying Turner's way, but Turner sends the crowd into an uproar by palming Keller's fist. Turner then reels him in and kicks him square in the stomach, all while maintaining his grip on Keller's arm. With Keller doubling over, Turner proceeds to bring his heel down across his neck and slamming his face-first into the mat. With Extreme looking on in disgust, Turner uses his foot to flip Keller over onto his back; he then places one boot on top of Keller's chest, pinning him and completing his Blood Money finishing sequence -- Extreme is forced to make the count.
...1...2......
Chris looks disgruntled, not wanting to make the final count...
......3!
Despite the painfully long count, Declan Turner manages to pick up the win. However, his victory is short-lived, as Chris Extreme immediately jumps Turner, beating him down with several skull-crushing punches. Shortly thereafter, Jayson Keller clambers to his feet and joins in on the assault, which sends the crowd into a chorus of boos and hisses.
Meanwhile, a girl with pink pom-poms makes her way out of the crowd. Climbing into the ring, she struts up to Extreme, who halts beating down on Turner to make out with the young lady. In fact, the two continue making out for a few moments, before Extreme breaks the kiss and goes back to work on Turner, while the lady with the pom-poms hops to the outside.
Punch, punch, stomp, kick, kick. Extreme and Keller double-up on Declan, who turtles, trying to save himself. However...
The lights in the plant suddenly cut out. A blue hue rises above the ring as Extreme and Keller stop the attack and begin to look out over the crowd.
An announcers voice cuts through the silence.
A real army..."
Pharaoh Shit Nigga!
I live life according to The Low End Theory,
A champion, the trophy goes to me clearly.
Most of these niggas fear me, SERIOUSLY.
I'm a step above God, my apostles cheer me!
Keller turns around, only to watch as Stephen’s fist connects with his face. Exchanging blows, the two men fight towards the corner. In the meantime, Extreme lifts up his title and chases after Marquardt.
...only to run into a spear from a revived Declan Turner, which sends Chris out of the ring, knocking him to the outside!
As Declan and Extreme stir on the ground, the action cuts back to Keller and Marquardt, still in the ring. Keller Irish-whips Marquardt into the ropes, but Marquardt reverses it. He follows it up with a kick to the stomach. Marquardt lifts Keller up, positioning him onto his shoulders and then charges forward...
Powerbomb to the floor!
After Keller is viciously dumped to the outside, the cameras turn to Madison Page-Matthews, Declan’s wife, who is running to the ring... with a chair in hand! On the floor, Marquadt kneels down, allowing for Madison to run up Marquadt's back and leap through the air...
Chris Extreme, who had been duking it out with Declan, has his smile turn into abject horror, as he sees a grayish blur rocket towards his face. The sound is ungodly, as if someone had dropped an iron girder onto a thousand eggs. The crowd is silent. Light bulbs flash, as Madison brings the chair squarely down across Chris Extreme's forehead, knocking him to the ground!
Declan stumbles to his feet as he views the hemorrhaging wreckage that is the World Champion. Grabbing a microphone and the World Title from the announcer, Declan makes his way back into the ring, surrounded by his wife and friend.
Declan Turner: For those of you who doubted me, and everyone that said I didn’t have a chance: FUCK YOU! And to those who supported me, I thank you. But right now, I’d like to introduce to you the faction that will take this World Title and give it the honor and respect it deserves. We are... The Collective. And as of now, every faggot that wants a shot at this thing, will have to run through me. Because we all know that at ONE MINUTE TO MIDNIGHT… When our match is a TLC MATCH… That I WILL BE WALKING OUT CHAMPION.
Declan drops the title and the microphone as The Collective exits the ring to their theme music.
A table sits alone in the ring, ready to be used in tonight's closing moments, in which Chris Carson and Morgana will sign a contract, which will seal their fate. On it, they will both agree to the type of match they will have; and will also agree that Sin Wrestling will not be held responsible for the damage they inflict upon each other.
In other words, they will both agree to a non-contracted Sin Wrestling matchup, which will main event the pay per view, One Minute 'Til Midnight.
But first...
I alone am best!
#I hope ya flip some guy the bird
#He cuts you off and you’re forced to swerve
#In front of the Beatles’ tour bus
#A bookmobile and a mack truck
#Hauling hazardous biological waste
#The light turns red, you have no brakes
#And "Hard Copy" gets it all on tape
#So you can see the look on your face
#Die Die Die Die Die Die Die
#Die Die Die Die Die Die Die
With "I Hope You Die" by the Bloodhound Gang playing in the background, a blue spotlight rains down at the entrance and the curtains pop open, revealing the form of Corey Page, who is carrying the contract for the Morgana/Chris Carson match. Headed towards the ring, receiving a frenzy of applause, Corey Page slides in and steps up to the already-placed table, putting the contract on it.
Requesting the microphone, he receives it and then stands in the center of the ring, next to the table.
Corey Page: The night is almost over, but we still have one more issue at hand. That, of course, being the signing of the contract for One Minute 'Til Midnight's main event, making it an official "unofficial match". This means there'll be no rules, anything goes... and whatever happens, Sin Wrestling is not responsible for it.
He pauses.
Corey Page: ...And by that, I mean "I'm not responsible for anything." Now, without further ado, brings those two crazy kids on out here...
The lights dim into a bloody red glow, then throb to life with a guitar riff like an alarm. Pyro fires off in red flares. 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 Sintron 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, until climbing down, only to turn around and glare at Corey Page, who has removed a red pen from his pocket.
Standing adjacent to Corey Page, his former nemesis, Chris Carson patiently awaits the arrival of his current enemy, Morgana.
Corey Page: All right, we have "The Creep" here. That just leaves...
The arena unexpectedly descends into total darkness, sparking the crowd into an expectant frenzy. After a long moment of anticipation, "Piece of Me (Remix)" by Britney Spears pulses through the sound system, accompanied by an image of Morgana in all of her pink-haired glory, which overtakes the screen.
The crowd cheers at nearly deafening decibels as hot pink and gold fireworks explode down the ramp, prompting Morgana to saunters out from backstage. Wearing a miniscule pink and black skort, black fishnets, knee-high boots and a tight black tank top, her long hair pulled into two loose braids, Morgy slowly makes her way toward the ring, blowing kisses to fans in the front row as she does so, her every step accompanied by another explosion of fireworks.
i'm miss lifestyles of the rich and famous
i'm miss oh my god, that morgy's shameless
i'm miss extra, extra, this just in
i'm miss she's too big now she's too thin
Basking in the cheers of the crowd, Morgy pauses on the apron before grasping the top rope and flipping gracefully into the ring. She keeps an eye on Chris Carson, who doesn't sway back, making sure he doesn't pull any stunts.
Corey Page: And now we have the lovely Morgana in he ring...
He picks up the red-inked pen...
Corey Page: So, let's get this shit signed.
First, he hands the pen to Morgana, who gleefully writes her name down on the desired spot, all while keeping her focus on "The Creep".
Corey Page: One name down, one more to go...
Finished scribbling her name down, Morgana slaps the red pen down, allowing for Chris Carson to pick it up. He hesitates...
Corey Page: Uh, you can sign, now.
Just like Morgy, he quickly scribbles his name down, as well.
Corey Page: And there we go! It's signed! I have no responsibilities over what you do to each other at One Minute 'Til Midnight. Heck, "The Creep" can bend you over, Morgy, and anally rape you...
Aghast, Morgy swats at Corey Page.
Corey Page: Or... or... you can cut off "The Creep"'s balls, stuff them down his throat and then pull them out of his asshole! Either way, I'm off the hook, so screw you both.
He takes a second to think.
Corey Page: Hey, wait... isn't this the part where someone gets thrown through the table?
Corey looks at both Morgana and Chris Carson, with "The Creep" snatching the microphone out of Corey's hands.
Chris Carson: Now that's a good idea, if I do say so.
Without uttering another word, "The Creep" kicks at the edge of the table, digging the opposite edge of it into Morgana's stomach, hunching her over! Dropping the microphone, he watches as Corey Page grabs the contract, exits the ring and runs to the back like a scared little girl.
In the meantime, he steps over to a hunched-over Morgana, batters her across the neck and back with some forearms and elbows, and then clobbers her down with a short-arm clothesline! He then proceeds to lift Morgy up into a vertical suplex position, only to then twist around, sending her through the signing table, smashing it into pieces, with a move he has named "The Wifebeater"!
Standing over a disgraced and beaten Morgana, Chris Carson picks up the red pen, while grabbing her by her pink hair. Using the pen, he draws a red line across Morgana's throat, simulating a slit throat.
The show fades out, finally showing Chris Carson carelessly toss Morgana to the ground, throwing the pen down with her. The final shot is that of the red line inked across Morgana's throat.