Location: Montreal, Quebec; outside of a seedy motel
Theme Music: Strung Out -- "War Called Home"
The crowd is a little restless as the first match starts. Boos start to filter in as Dwight Ike Keller walks down to the ring without any fanfare, the most immature of the Kellers flipping off the crowd and spitting at them. Up next comes the Generic Heel, who also tries spitting at the crowd, but only ends up getting the mask wet from the inside. He flails about outside the ring, lifting up the bottom of his mask to wipe his mouth.
Both Keller and Heel wait in the ring for Millennia, who has to wake the backstage guy up to get his music played.
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!
Keller mouths to Generic Heel as Millennia comes to the ring, apparently wanting to team up against Tony. Both men in the ring run for the ropes to meet up with Millennia, only for Keller to grab Heel's head and whip him to the mat. He starts to kick Generic Heel in the ribs, but Millennia quickly slides into the ring to start the bout, the bell officially sounding off.
Millennia and Keller exchange punches, neither getting in any good offense, until Generic Heel finally involves himself, wrapping his arms around DiK's leg. Distracted, Keller is unable to fend off the next punches, and Tony floors him with an uppercut, sending Keller to the ropes.
With Keller on the mat, Millennia reaches down for Generic Heel, but only gets Keller's foot planted on his ass. The "dirtiest player" of Sin Wrestling kicks Tony in return and forces him face first to the ropes, then starts laying punches to Millennia's back.
Generic Heel gets up to his feet and sneaks behind Keller to try a roll-up pin, but Keller turns about and pokes Heel in the eyes. He sends Heel over to Millennia in an Irish Whip, but Millennia reacts by pulling the top rope down, sending the Heel out of the ring!
Millennia gets his bearings back and manages to slam his foot into Keller's stomach, bending the brat over. Tony locks in a front facelock and tries for a Ballistic DDT, connecting the DDT part, but missing enough of Keller's jock to leave all of his sperm cells safe. He flips Keller onto his back...
1...2...!
Keller kicks out and slides onto his stomach, hand gripping at his crotch. He weasels towards the corner and begs for Millennia to let up, his hand down in his pants to make sure he has all his equipment in place. Tony pulls Keller up to a standing position, only for Keller to pull his hand out of his pants and smack Tony hard in the face. While Tony isn't floored by the force, he looks incredibly sick. Keller's wet drawers indicate that DiK pissed into his hand and slapped Tony with a urine-soaked punch!
The crowd is too busy looking sick to boo. Keller's about ready to take it to Millennia, but Generic Heel had been buying his time, climbing the turnbuckles behind Keller. He nails Keller on the back of his head with a dropkick, driving DiK to the mat. Heel starts to have his fun by continually stomping on Keller's back, then by lifting Keller up to a dazed position.
Generic Heel: This! Is! SPAAAARTA!
Generic Heel kicks Keller in the chin and sends DIK and his pissed pants over the top rope! Heel, feeling confident, approaches the ropes and talks trash to both Keller and the crowd, but gets locked into a full nelson from behind. Millennia plants Heel with a devastating "Murphy In The Gun" bulldog and attempts a pin. ...1...2...!
Too close to the edge, Heel gets a heel on the ropes. Millennia pulls Heel up to punch a little more at his head, then gives it to him with a headlock. A few more punches backs Generic Heel up dizzily into the center of the ring, but the masked wrestler is unable to strike back, as his precious mask has been twisted backwards, a victim of the headlock!
While Generic Heel staggers about and the referee tries to help Heel fix his mask, Keller manages to get himself back in the ring. He sneaks up on Millennia and spins him about, hitting Tony in the mouth with his fist brandishing a set of car keys he swiped from the motel! The keys get tossed away as Keller goes to work on a bloodied Millennia, peppering him with quick punches and planting him with a quick powerslam. And the referee is none the wiser.
Keller looks to be sizing up a dizzy Millennia after that shot, hoping to just K.O. him with more punches, but his next swing misses. Tony, half-blinded with his own blood, kicks at Keller, then locks on another full nelson. He shouts out to the audience, lifts Keller up, and uncorks a "Millennial Descent" on him, and the DDT shakes the ring!
With Keller knocked out, Millennia lays on the mat to recover, still reeling from DiK's punches. However, while Millennia drags himself over to the ropes to get up, Generic Heel, who is still trying to fix his mask, ends up tripping over his own feet and falling face first across Keller's unconscious body!
...1...2...!
...
...3...!
By the time Tony can see straight, the bell is going off. Everyone looks confused, especially Generic Heel, who finally has fixed his mask without unmasking himself. He looks down at Keller, then over at the ref in disbelief. He jumps up in celebration, but that celebration is short-lived, as Millennia charges forth, angry that he lost the pin!
Generic Heel reacts in a very generic-heelish manner, however, quickly sliding under the ropes and out onto the ramp, celebrating and mocking Millennia from a distance. The Sin Legend and the lucky champ exchange bitter words before Generic Heel retreats to the back, Millennia left to wipe at his stained face with his shirt.
Winner: Generic Heel
The scene opens inside of a seedy, grimy, disgusting hotel in Montreal, Quebec. A cameraman stands outside of a motel room, aiming his camera in through a window, getting a good view of what's inside.
That being the image of Chris Extreme laying on his back, with his newfound girlfriend wailing away on him, whilst having sex. After about 20 seconds, Chris stops writhing around and speaks out loud.
Chris Extreme: Done.
His new girlfriend, Mercedes, looks on with displeasure as her cat, named John Locke -- after the Lost character, not the philosopher, hops onto her barely clothed shoulder. Rolling to the side, she allows for Chris to slide out from beneath her, giving him the chance to sit on the side of the bed, where he then pulls on his white boxer shorts.
Chris Extreme: God, there's nothing better than dirty sex in a dirty, cum-stained bed. When I become President of the United States, I'll make that mandatory.
Reaching onto the dresser, he grabs his Nazi World Title and straps it around his waist, while admiring himself in the mirror.
Chris Extreme: Son of a Hitler, I am one handsome little Nazi, don't you think so?
Mercedes licks her lips and nods her head.
Chris Extreme: I'm glad you agree. I'm so much more handsome than that faggot, Declan Turner. I mean, lawyers are corrupting this world. How can anyone live in a world with lawyers? It's beyond me. When I become president of the free world, I will round up all lawyers, throw them into a pile and set them on fire.
A light goes off in Chris's head.
Chris Extreme: Hey, that's not a bad idea. I gotta write that down.
Turning around, Chris looks for some paper to remind himself of this plan, but notices a cameraman standing at his window.
Chris Extreme: Hey! You! Hey! Get in here!
Not enjoying being spied on, Chris rumbles towards the window, which he smashes open with his fist, splintering blood and glass everywhere.
Cameraman: Agh...!
The cameraman tries to escape, but he is grabbed by Chris Extreme, who grabs him around the neck and then drags him through the window, into his room.
Chris Extreme: Where do you think you're going, douchebag?
The cameraman, bloodied and scraped due to being dragged through the window, sits on the floor, still holding his camera.
Chris Extreme: That's right, grab your little camera... because I have a message I need to send.
He even steadies the camera for the bloodied cameraman.
Chris Extreme: You want a TLC Match... Tables, Ladders and Chairs... you want to make this a big hoopla... you want me to accept your match? To that I say...
Chris looks confident, as if he is going to accept the challenge.
Chris Extreme: Hell no! Are you goddamn nuts? I'm the title holder; I make the matches. If you think I'm going to defend in some dastardly match where you can climb your faggy little ladder and grab my title, then you truly are goddamn nuts. The only way you're getting this title is if you pin my cold, dead shoulders to the canvas. And I'm the motherfucking president of the free world, I'm not dying any time soon.
He points to the Nazi World Title that is around his waist.
Chris Extreme: Fuck your little match. We're having a simple singles match. I'm not goddamn stupid, I know what you're trying to do. I'm a dirty motherfucker, I'm two steps ahead of you. In fact...
He looks at Mercedes, who is still laying coyly in the bed. He asks her to walk over. She complies.
Chris Extreme: Here's what I think of Declan's silly, homoerotic match. Mercedes, honey, if you could...
With that, Mercedes lifts her foot and stomps on the camera lens, smashing it, thus breaking the camera feed. Before the image fades out, you can hear Chris speak some terms of endearment to his girlfriend.
Chris Extreme: You are so sexy when you're smashing things.
The sound of Chris licking Mercedes is heard; and the scene thankfully fades away.
The venue's lighting is dimmed slowly down to complete darkness, before flickering lights begin to illuminate both the crowd and the ring. A loud explosion of silver pyro from both sides of the stage erupt in the pause of music, and from the smoke that was left in its wake, emerges Taryn TERROR. She stands at the top of the stage for a few moments, wearing a long, black coat over her usual ring attire, pointing out to the crowd. Taryn makes a "T" with her hands and holds them in the air before walking down the ramp towards the ring area, visibly walking slightly in rhythm with her own theme music.
She enters the ring between the middle and top ropes and stands up on one of the turnbuckles, taking off her coat, which has her usual blue and white TT Logo on the back of it. She swings the coat around her head and throws it out to the crowd, who all instinctively make a dive for it. Taryn smiles as they do so, turning around and taking a seat on the top turnbuckle to wait for her partner.
After the entrance of Taryn Terror, "Into the Darkness" by Kittie plays in background and Mercedes comes out, holding pink pom-poms and wearing a pink tiara designed with a swastika. She walks down the ramp with John Locke the kitten sitting on her shoulder. John Locke jumps off her shoulder, and Mercedes lurks around at ringside, throwing her pink pom-poms into the crowd and spitting at a black man in the front row. She sets her pink tiara aside and slides into the ring.
Mercedes and Taryn Terror check each other out, debating who is hotter. As they do, the lights dim and "Swamped" by Lacuna Coil begins to play. Jay walks out wearing a black leather, single-sleeved halter-top with matching hip hugger pants, black winged tipped boots, and black fingerless arm-bands. She walks down the ramp, ignoring the crowd, and slides underneath the ropes. She then proceeds to her respective corner.
All three girls in the ring taunt each other, and argue about their hot boyfriends. As this is occuring, Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata," as performed by the indie rock group The Inverse, begins to play. The house-lights shut off, with purple lights showing the entrance ramp. Several of Lacklan's minions, his fans, then come out, each dressed in a long black robe and hood. They line the entranceway as Lacklan appears at the top of the ramp, with a purple spotlight illuminating him.
As Lacklan makes his way down the aisle, the minions bow to him and exit. Upon approach of the ring, Lacklan ascends the steps and climbs into the ring. As his name is announced, he flings back the cowl and rips off the hood in one fluid motion, revealing his classic mask and scarred head.
Immediately, Mercedes and Taryn turn their heads in disgust at the ugly and diabolical man. Jay, on the other hand, is attracted to his gothic mystique. The referee, Billy Rodgers aka the cousin of Ace, calls for the bell and the match gets underway. Starting things off is Lacklan, who attacks Taryn right away with a big boot to her face, knocking her flat on her back. Mounting her, he viciously double arm chokes her. The referee forces him to let go, threatening to call for the bell. As he does, Jay shouts at Lacklan, telling him not to get them disqualified.
Lacklan does not seem too pleased, angrily shouting back at Jay. Catching him off guard, Taryn sneaks up from behind and rolls Lacklan up with a schoolgirl...
...1...
Kicking out with power, Lacklan sends Taryn flying back. She crawls over to her corner, attempting to tag in Mercedes, who is yelling at her. Stopping her from making the tag, Lacklan drags Taryn back into the center of the ring, and drops a big elbow to the back of her head. In his corner, Jay is watching in glee, and requests a tag to join the action. Lacklan, though a little hesitant at first, slaps Jay's hand.
Jay comes charging in and stomps on Taryn's legs. Quickly, she locks in the Indian Deathlock, causing Taryn to scream out in pain. In the opposing corner, Mercedes looks impatient as Taryn seems seconds away from tapping out. Making the save, Mercedes handspring flips her way into the ring and dropkicks Jay over on her back, causing her to release Taryn's legs. The referee quickly pushes Mercedes away, sending her back into her corner. An unhappy Jay stands to her feet and walks up to Mercedes. Jay takes a swing at her with an open palm, but Mercedes ducks the shot and jumps down from the ring apron.
Laughing at Jay's missed attempt, Mercedes picks up John Locke the kitten at ringside and throws her at Jay's face. Locke latches on, digging his claws into Jay's face and scratching it up. Screaming in surprise and pain, Jay peels Locke off of her face and throws him back at Mercedes, who catches him in her arms and kisses him before setting him down.
Very pissed now, Jay begins to step out of the ring to attack Mercedes, but Taryn stops her from behind and irish whips her. Reversing the irish whip, Jay sends Taryn into her corner with Lacklan reaching his arm over the ropes. Unable to stop her momentum, Taryn runs right into a Lacklan clothesline in the corner. After some nice team work, Lacklan slaps Jay's hand, tagging himself in without her consent.
Lacklan steps inside the ring. Jay lets the force tag slide and walks across the ring to the opposite corner to seek payback on Mercedes. The referee stops her, however, forcing her to return to her appropriate corner. Displeased, Jay still obliges, as Lacklan continues to punish poor Taryn. Lifting her up to her feet, Lacklan scoops up Taryn, and slams her back on the mat.
Frustrated at her partner, Mercedes heads up the ramp with Locke the kitten following behind her. Jay stares at her, holding her arms up in confusion, and shouting at her to come back. Ignoring her demands, Mercedes disappears backstage with Locke. Meanwhile, the already losing Taryn is abandoned and forced to fend for herself.
Going for the kill, Lacklan lifts Taryn up into a Reverse Brainbuster position. He stalls for a few seconds, letting the blood flow to her head, and drops her to the canvas. After his finishing move, "The Final Rite," Taryn lays motionless and looks dead. All he has to do now is pin her, but he is stopped by his own partner, Jay, who reaches over the ropes and slaps the back of Lacklan's shoulder, tagging herself in.
Surprised at getting a taste of his own medicine, Lacklan is forced out of the ring by the referee and watches Jay hook Taryn's leg. The referee counts...
...1...2...3!
Jay picks up the victory for her team, and Lacklan has a few heated words with her, but she can only smirk as she walks to the back. Alone in the ring with Taryn Terror, Lacklan picks her up and then throws her over the top rope, making him the last person inside of the ring.
Winners: Jay/Jean-Paul Lacklan
Jean-Paul Lacklan is in the ring after some circumstance that requires him to be in the ring. He shouts something to a ringside attendant, and in short order has a microphone and a clipboard with some official looking document on it. He starts to talk.
Lacklan: Morgana…
The twelve or so people who are currently crowded around the ring outside of the seedy hotel go wild at the mere mention of the former champion’s name.
Lacklan: While the denizens of this town and the clientele of this establishment applaud you; I do not. They are the soil of Gomorrah; the salt of Sodom. I am the very Voice of God. Insults, my dear Lady, are not taken lightly.
Twelve around the ring becomes eight.
Lacklan: While you may mock men like Creature or myself, I have held you in nothing but the highest esteem. I…respect you. I do not speak those words often, dear Lady, not to World Champions, not to men in the Hall of Fame, not even to those you yourself hold up to a certain caliber. In Sin Wrestling, in the whole of professional wrestling perhaps, you are held to be the very best, and I ask a very simple thing…to challenge you.
Lacklan gestures to the clipboard in his hand. Upon hearing that a new Morgana match may be signed, people rush from the rooms of the hotel into the street surrounding the ring.
Lacklan: In my hand, I hold a contract. One match, one week of your precious time, at One Minute to Midnight. I know you are predisposed with the threat of Chris Carson, as I myself prepare for combat against our venerable Impulse Champion, but I tire of these games, as do you tire of Mr. Carson’s thus nonexistent challenge. So I ask again: Accept mine.
There’s a hushed anticipation sweeping the crowd. Morgana vs. some masked zealot? It’s new! It’s exciting! It’s a match against a guy who can actually beat a woman! Lacklan looks at the entryway, expecting Morgy, but there is nothing, not even entrance music. Anticipation turns to laughter. Lacklan starts to pace. Then he starts to scream.
Lacklan: You would insult me? I have been tempered by the fires of Anubis! I have fought wars! I have snapped the necks of greater competitors for less! Who are you but the petulant, spoiled brat of an inventor? What do you know of heart, of bloodlust, of conquest? What-
Lacklan is cut off when all of Sin’s lighting rigs and the very streetlights around the ring go out. Those gathered around the ring start to buzz, some holding up lighters. When they come back on, a haggard looking man is standing behind Lacklan…it’s Stevie Swing!
Lacklan turns around and sees the intruder, going for a Roaring Elbow, but Swing ducks and catches Lacklan in the back of the head with a Last Dance, sending him out of the ring! Lacklan pounds the mat and looks on furiously…Swing has the contract! He signs it! The crowd is going insane! Swing picks up the microphone for the first time in two and a half months!
Stevie Swing: I…drink…your…milkshake!
…and the crowd goes mild!
The camera switches to the back, inside of a motel room, where the pink-haired form of the former World Champion, Morgana, stands. In her hands is a stack of envelopes, which she opens up, revealing another stack of Valentine's Day cards. Shuffling though them, she begins to read out loud.
Morgana: "Dear Morgy... I choo-choo choose you. With gracious pokemon love, Kitty."
Morgy scratches her head and scrunches her face.
Morgana: Who the fuck is Kitty?
She tosses the card to the floor, flipping to the next Valentine.
Morgana: Ah, this one is from Stevie Swing!
Again, she reads out loud.
Morgana: "Dear Morgy, I am still parked out by your house. I have a flat tire and you said you'd find me another one. It's been 3 months. Help me. P.S. I like your tits. P.P.S. enclosed is some candy Valentine Hearts. I swear it's not GHB... I promise. Really!"
Morgy looks at the baggy of candy hearts and decides she'd better not eat them. Instead, she lays them down on a table.
Morgana: Although, maybe one would be tasty...
She fights off the urge, swatting her own hand back.
Morgana: No means no.
Flipping to the next card, she reads it out again.
Morgana: "Listen, bitch, I know you're reading this; now tell Adora I love her."
She turns the card over...
Morgana: "From Corey Ashton." Ugh.
Disgusted, she heaves the card to the floor, flipping to the next one.
Morgana: "Dear Morgy, I have a sparkly penis. Love, Edward Cullen."
By now, she is obviously pissed.
Flip.
Morgana: "Dear Morgy, I want to kiss your colon and rub your clitoris for good luck. Love, Adrian York, who is sitting at your shrine."
Flip.
Morgana: "Morgana, I am here for you. Just one match. Your 'secret admirer'." What the fuck?
Flip.
Morgana: "Morgana, I want to cum on Luxe's tits. Send this message along. Yes, I know I made this Valentine out of crayons and construction paper. I'm cheap; fuck you. Signed, Corey Page. P.S. Mats Sundin is a faggot."
Roll eyes.
Flip.
A Valentine with a goat wearing a pink bow.
Morgana: Awwww... what a nice Betsy.
Flip.
Morgana: "I am stealing your underwear... and your lipstick... and your bra... and your name... and... your pink hair. Love, The Ryan Mackenzie and Ryan Ford family."
Vomit.
Flip.
Morgana: "Dear Morgy, WHERE THE FUCK IS ADNAN? Signed, Britney."
She stops, annoyed.
Morgana: All right, this is just getting ridiculous!
She flips one more time.
Morgana: Now what?
The camera focuses on a Valentine with the image of a dead stripper on it. Of course, this stripper has colored-in pink hair, with an arrow pointing to her, indicating it is Morgana.
Morgana: "From your pal, 'The Creep'". Great, just great. What a bunch of assholes.
Morgy flings the valentines to the floor and walks off. Before fading out, the camera focuses in on the Valentine with the dead stripper on it. A little bit of foreshadowing, perhaps? Who knows.
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 ref motions for the bell to ring and Keller continues his assault, not wasting any time. He connects with kick-after-kick to the side of Destiny Daniels before lifting her up to her feet. He backs her into the ropes and whips her across the ring. Destiny bounces off of the ropes and ducks under the clothesline attempt by Keller, going right into the next set of ropes; this time going on the offensive. Upon her return, she catches him with a flying spin-kick.
Destiny hops back up to her feet and falls right back down, dropping a knee to the face of Keller. She grabs him by the hair and lifts him up to his feet and tries to whip him into the ropes. However, Keller firmly plants himself into the ground and is unable to be budged by her.
Getting frustrated, Destiny delivers a harsh backhand that staggers Keller backwards and then follows it up with another one. She nails him with one more that sends him stumbling into the turnbuckle, nailing him hard for good measure.
As she moves in for the attack, Keller bounces forward and grabs her, slamming her into the corner. He begins to knee her in the midsection which keels her over and then he delivers a powerful uppercut that damn near lifts Daniels off of the mat. She moves around, clutching her jaw, before standing up and turning into the awaiting arms of Keller, who plants Destiny to the mat with a scoop-slam. Keller then flashes a cocky smile and drops on top of her for a cover...
...1...2...
Daniels kicks out at the count of two!
Immediately, Keller grabs Daniels by the hair and lifts her back up to her feet. He kicks her in the midsection and places her between his legs. He lifts her into a powerbomb-position, but Daniels reverses it and sends Keller sprawling to the mat with a DDT!
Trying to pick up the momentum, Daniels lets off a few boots to the head and then climbs to the top turnbuckle. Once he's on his feet, Destiny leaps through the air, going for a missile dropkick. Sensing the move coming, Keller has enough wits to sidestep the move, thus allowing Destiny to crash to the canvas with a sickening thud!
Quickly, Keller lifts Daniels up by the hair and drapes her arm over the back of his neck. He lifts her into the air and leaves her up there for quite a few seconds before dropping her body to the mat with a hanging brainbuster!
He walks around the ring, taunting the crowd, before finally placing his eyes back on the battered former champ. Picking her up once more, he whips her into the ropes. She bounces back and he attempts to put her down with a clothesline, only to have her duck under and wrap herself around him, in an attempt to pull him down for a cradle...
...But she just doesn't have the energy to pull him down. Keller smiles at her sad effort and samoan drops her to the mat!
He makes a half-heartfelt cover...
...1...2...
At the last moment, Destiny kicks out, partially thanks to the lazy cover made by Jayson.
Toying with Destiny, Jayson stands, delivering some kicks to the back of her head. Throwing her into the corner, Jayson follows in with a running-punch to the skull, following that with a flapjack to a stumbling Destiny!
Walking around her, like some sort of predator, Jayson keenly eyes her, watching as she trembles, slowly getting back up. He darts forward, jumps up and then hits the HD-DDT! Rolling atop Destiny, Jayson makes the cover...
...1...2...3!
Victorious, Jayson Keller rises to his feet, basking in his victory, while the gameshow music plays. As he is relishing in victory, Corey Ashton jumps the railing and slides into the ring, holding a steel chair in hands.
Right away, Corey Ashton kicks, stomps and beats Destiny Daniels down, even focusing on her knee, hoping to wear her down for his upcoming pay per view match. Turning around, Jayson Keller eyes Corey Ashton hold the steel chair above his head and then slam it down on her right knee!
Walking up to Corey, Jayson yells at him to stop... only to snicker and aide Corey in kicking and stomping Destiny Daniels, who is in no shape to defend herself! Her right knee is in pain, she is trapped against the turnbuckle pads and she has nowhere to go. Neither Corey, not Jayson, show remorse for her.
With the fans angered at this development, their heads turn towards the entrance, where someone is shown bolting towards the ring. Before they know what hit them, Sebastian York slides into the ring, grabs Corey Ashton, spins him around and then connects with a superkick-to-the-jaw!
Corey Ashton spills out of the ring, while Jayson Keller turns around, only to walk directly into a shot with the Impulse Title, bringing the fans to their feet! York proceeds to put as many boots to Keller as he possible can, before Keller rolls safely out of the ring.
Corey Ashton retreats to the back, holding his jaw, whereas Jayson Keller remains at ringside with a look of surprise on his face. Walking into the corner, Sebastian York asks for a microphone and receives it. He begins to talk.
Sebastian York: You know, over the past few weeks, I must admit that you Kellers have given the "Yorks" some hell. Hell, as a matter of fact, you Kellers even ran those two impostors OUT of Sin; and for that, I do thank you guys. However, the taint that they've left on my name is quite significant and, indeed, this is a situation that must be rectified. With all of the madness that's been going on, people must have seriously forgotten that Sebastian York is the ONLY York that matters, and that is something that I just cannot have. I'm all about restoring the credibility to my name and I plan on going to any lengths to do so, so this is what I've decided to do, JayKay. People wanted an ending to the Keller / York fued and I'm going to give them one.
Sebastian walks to the center of the ring and places the Impulse Title down.
Sebastian York: At One Minute til Midnight, I'll put my Impulse Title on the line against you... or any other Keller that has the balls to step up to the plate. So go ahead and run along and pass my message to your brothers. I can't wait to see which one of the bunch has the balls to accept my challenge.
Sebastian drops the mic and picks his Impulse Title back up, as he hops out of the ring and makes his way back to the backstage area. In the meantime, Destiny Daniels is helped to the back, while Jayson Keller feverishly rubs his hands.
Winner: Jayson Keller
As the last scene fades out we fade into an old gymnasium and situated in the centre is one of the oldest looking rings. The mat is worn through to the plywood boards and the ropes sag down loosely.
COMING SOON...
In the centre of the ring stands the five-foot-eleven wrestler known only as Hysteria.
The screen flashes as Hysteria remains in the same position, but now the gymnasium is packed with fans screaming and jeering...
LOVED BY FEW...
Hysteria paces around the ring. Our first glimpse of his masked opponent is seen laying in a heap in the corner. The crowd are jeering heavily – some of them even throwing projectiles into the ring – as Hysteria raises an arm in the air.
COMING SOON TO SIN WRESTLING!
The lights dim...
"I got the key, key to Gramercy Park."
The lights come up as "The Key to Gramercy Park" by Deadsy begins to play. Smoke billows from behind the curtain, and as the song hits the first verse, the man, himself, David Cage, comes out. He looks out over the crowd for a moment, then calmly strolls to the ring. He slides in and goes to his corner, with his music fading away.
No who that can do what he does...
The Innovation Of Domination...
He is SIMPLY FUCKING AMAZING!
BOOOOM!
As "Bitch" by Sevendust begins to blare across the P.A. system, Aaron Joseph emerges onto the entrance way, wearing a black "Simply Fucking Amazing" t-shirt and his black tights with gold flakes on them. He stands atop the entranceway and glares out into the crowd. He then continues down the entrance ramp and makes his way to ringside, where he slides into the ring, hops to his feet and circles the ring, throwing his arms up into the air. Aaron smirks as he rests in the corner and awaits the start of the match.
From across the ring, David Cage stares Aaron Joseph down; as their eyes meet, the crowd seems to feel the intensity as they begin screaming for the match to start. This concludes with Cage calling Joseph to the center of the ring for a test of strength. Seeing as both men are of nearly equal size, they struggle for awhile, but at long last, Aaron Joseph come out on top, with much thanks to a well-aimed boot to the midsection of David Cage -- the crowd doesn't seem to like this. Joseph doesn't seem to mind, however, and goes so far as to clobber Cage with a blatant closed-fist punch. Despite a warning from the ref, Joseph delivers a second closed-fist punch to Cage, this time inciting the crowd to boo and hiss loudly. Aaron Joseph simply shrugs, smirks, and hits a spinning clothesline on Cage, taking him down to the mat.
Waiting for Cage to rise to his feet, Aaron Joseph lifts his arms in the air to tease the crowd. In the meantime, David Cage manages to pull himself up, and as Joseph charges in on him, Cage has had enough time to recover and actually manages to dodge an attempt at a drop kick from Joseph. Joseph quickly hops up to his feet, but Cage is ready for him, jumping up onto his shoulders and hitting a viciously swift hurricanrana; the entire ring rattles as Joseph's skull hammers into the mat.
Not wanting to lose his momentum, David Cage quickly gets up and jogs over to the corner. Hoisting himself up to the middle rope, he comes flying off, nailing a pair of elbows into Joseph's sternum. Up yet again, Cage follows this up with an elbow across Joseph's throat. With that, Cage attempts an early pinfall...
...1...2...
...but two is all he gets as Aaron Joseph's shoulder shoots up off the mat.
Wanting to maintain control, David Cage grabs hold of Joseph's arm and yanks him to his feet. Once up, Cage sends Joseph into the ropes in an Irish whip. On the rebound, Cage attempts a spinning back elbow smash, but Aaron Joseph slips underneath and bounces off the ropes again. With Cage's back to him, Joseph leaps up onto his opponent's shoulders, administering a victory roll, but instead of going for the pin, Joseph releases the move immediately, shooting right to his feet and running to the corner. Springboarding off the turnbuckles, Joseph aims for Cage and connects with a thunderous drop kick. After this, Joseph rises up, backs into the ropes, and returns with a falling double axe handle smash on David Cage -- he also goes for the pin...
...1...2...
.........!
...but just before the count of 3, David Cage manages to get his shoulder up, much to the irritation of Aaron Joseph. Joseph, in an obvious fit of anger, jerks Cage to his feet and pulls him right into a short arm clothesline -- but Cage ducks! Now tightening his grip on Joseph's arm, Cage reels Joseph in for a sickening short arm roundhouse kick right in the stomach....and both men go down.
As the crowd looks on in anticipation, David Cage struggles to catch his breath. Meanwhile, Aaron Joseph lies face-down, cradling his bruised abdomen.
The ref starts the mandatory ten count...
...1...
...2...
David Cage manages to crawl over to the ring ropes, grabbing onto the middle ones for support...
...3...
...4...
...5...
Aaron Joseph stirs, heaving himself up to his hands and knees but showing obvious signs of internal pain, as he continues nursing his stomach....
...6...
...7...
...8...
Shortly after the count of 8, David Cage manages to pull himself up, with help from the ropes, thus breaking the count. However, Aaron Joseph is right as his heels, rising up to his feet mere seconds after Cage. Both men turn toward one another, their eyes meeting, much like at the start of the match, except this time, it is Joseph who calls for a test of strength. Despite the crowd warning him not to comply, David Cage does exactly this, meeting Aaron Joseph at the center of the ring and competing in a second test of strength.
And much like before, Joseph's leg shoots up, going for Cage's midsection. This time, however, Cage is ready for him, catching his leg in midair and holding it there.
But Aaron Joseph is one step ahead of Cage, snapping through with a firecracker-like enziguri kick that nearly knocks David Cage's brains out of his ear.
Cage goes down and goes down hard, barely hanging onto consciousness. In the meantime, Aaron Joseph scales the turnbuckles, reaching the top and not wasting a single moment as he instantly flips forward. Showing great athleticism as he sails through the air, Joseph soon slaps a leg drop across the neck of dazed David Cage, successfully completing his secondary finishing technique, Mass Effect!
Though showing definite signs of fatigue and still holding his stomach, Aaron Joseph stands up and stares out at the crowd, who scream. Joseph then proceeds to taunt them, pointing at the gold "SIMPLY FUCKING AMAZING" lettering on his trunks and turning many of their screams into boos.
With a satisfied grin on his face, Aaron Joseph turns his attention back to David Cage, who appears completely out of it now. Pulling Cage up, Joseph soon locks him into a standing head scissors. In a move that leaves the crowd awe-stricken, Aaron Joseph flips forward and drills David Cage's head into the mat with his version of the flip piledriver, called SFA (Simply Fucking Amazing)!
And the pin is made...
...1...
...2...
...3...!
...and with that, Aaron Joseph is declared the winner and awarded a spot in the Impulse Title Contendership Match at One Minute 'Til Midnight! Joseph celebrates as "Bitch" by Sevendust blares across the P.A. system.
Winner: Aaron Joseph
Taryn Terror is shown walking outside of a motel room door, minding her own business, looking upset about her match earlier in the evening. Suddenly, the door to one of the rooms opens up. Standing there, with a smile on his face and a hard-on in his pants, is Corey Ashton.
Corey Ashton: Hmmm... you look enough like Adora. I mean, you have boobs... and uh... you have a vagina.
Confused, Taryn can do nothing but reply with garble English.
Taryn Terror: Huh--nnffff...
Corey Ashton reaches out, grabs her hair and drags her into the room.
Taryn Terror: AHHHHHHHHHHH!
Corey Ashton slams the door, while Taryn shrieks out in terror. The sound of fist slamming against head is heard and Taryn hushes. Next, you can hear Corey Ashton unzip his pants... and... we fade out.
The motel lights dim as Kanye West’s “Homecoming” blares over the two-bit sound-system Corey Page could barely afford. The song fades out after just a few moments as the lights come back on and a large poster unfurls from the highest floor of the motel, portraying a shadowed figure. Under the figure, in large, cursive letters, there is a phrase…
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.
Jumping down, he removes his Television Title and hands it over to the referee. Standing back, he steps into the corner, where he awaits the arrival of his opponent, Andrew Keller.
"Drift and Die" by Puddle of Mudd plays on the speakers, and a surly Andrew Keller walks out from the back, his head held high, looking ready for a fight. Rolling into the ring, he stands to his feet, tests the ropes and circles around, waiting for the referee to call for the bell.
Ding, ding, ding!
Right off the bat, "The Creep" lunges from the corner, attacking Andrew Keller, who is also a wily veteran of the sport. Striking with a knee, Chris Carson applies a side-headlock, only to receive some punches and elbows to his ribcage.
Using his brawling ability, Andrew is able to sneak his way out of "The Creep"'s clutches, where he then grabs "The Creep" by the hair and delivers a bionic-elbow to the base of Carson's skull. From here, he wraps his arms around "The Creep"'s waist, hoists him up and then drops him with a back-suplex. Soon after, he rises to his feet, bounces off the ropes and returns with a falling-fistdrop , hammering "The Creep" severely in the skull.
Deciding not to cover Chris, Andrew opts to choke him, instead. And it has Chris Carson gasping out, looking for oxygen, having himself in a place that he is not accustomed.
Eventually, the referee steps in, forcing Andrew Keller to back off, which he complies, allowing "The Creep" to rise to a kneeling position. As he returns to do more damage, kicking at Chris Carson's head, Andrew Keller is taken-aback when "The Creep" reaches out and punches him in the gut, which he follows up with a wicked uppercut.
Seeing Keller stumble back, Chris Carson jumps to his feet and then leaps knee-first towards Keller's back, using momentum to push Andrew chest-first into the corner. In here, "The Creep" unloads with a series of kicks and stomps, which soon force Andrew onto his knees, leaning him against the middle turnbuckle pad. Hovering over Andrew Keller, "The Creep" continues to jab his knee into Andrew's spine, while reaching forward, latching onto his chin.
Giving up, Chris Carson pulls Andrew Keller into the center of the ring, where he begins rapidly stomping on his opponent's head. Lifting him up, he begins chopping at Andrew's chest, knocking him against the ropes. He Irish-whips him out...
...but ducks down, only to have Andrew realize this. Using a kneelift, Andrew stumbles "The Creep" backward, rebounds off the rope and returns with a vicious lariat, which nearly lobs off Chris Carson's skull.
He makes a cover...
...1...2...
When the referee's hand slaps the mat for the second time, Chris Carson rolls onto his side, kicking out of the count.
Slightly agitated, Andrew Keller lifts Chris Carson to his feet, backs him into the corner with some punches and then bites his ear. After whipping him into the opposite corner, Andrew Keller rushes in after Carson, hoping to catch him with a running-forearm blow to the face.
"The Creep", on the other hand, has differing ideas.
Ducking to safety, he allows Andrew Keller to smash arm-first into the corner, deciding to take advantage of this, wishing to rid himself of Andrew's vicious punches. Grabbing Andrew's right arm, "The Creep" begins twisting the arm around the top rope, even using the middle-rope for some leverage, aiding him in kicking Keller's right arm.
Not only that, he forces Keller out of the corner, arm-whips him, seconds that with a wristlock, and then hammerlocks Keller's right arm. In due time, Chris Carson scoops Keller up and then hammerlock-body slams him, dropping Andrew Keller directly onto his right arm, sending a loud yelp out into the crowd.
Still with a firm grip on the arm, Chris Carson holds it up, kicks the muscle-area, and then rolls Andrew onto his stomach. Stuffing Andrew's arm between his legs, "The Creep" applies a Fujiwara Armbar, pulling back, trying to break Andrew's arm. Despite the cries for pain, Andrew is still able to fight back, as he sends some stiff punches to "The Creep"'s spine, trying to find an escape, but to no avail.
With no other choice, Andrew Keller uses his left arm to reach around and then hammer "The Creep" in the testicles with his fist. Hunched over, "The Creep" is immediately school-boy rolled-up...
...1...2...
Chris Carson kicks out!
Right away, Andrew jumps up, along with "The Creep", who receives a low-level boot-to-the-head. Absolutely jarred, Chris Carson stumbles back, only to have Keller atomic-drop him. Bouncing off the opposite set of ropes, Andrew storms back, leaps up, grabs onto "The Creep"'s head and bulldogs him!
He makes another cover...
...1...2...
And again, Chris Carson kicks out, saving himself from defeat!
Andrew lifts Chris to his feet once more, where he proceeds to strike with a back-elbow shot. Bouncing off the ropes, Andrew Keller goes to rebound with a running-clothesline, but Chris Carson steps aside, knees him in the gut, pump-handles him, and then brings Keller down with "The C.C. Crash"!
With the crowd roaring against him, Chris Carson rises to his feet, makes a throat-slash gesture, "shushes" the crowd with his finger, and rolls Andrew Keller onto his stomach. Within seconds, "The Creep" has his modified-Camel Clutch applied, digging his right knee into Andrew's back, while using his left hand to cover Keller's mouth, pulling back.
Chris Carson continues applying the pressure, waiting for Andrew Keller to submit. He's yanking backwards so hard, that some grunting can even be heard from "The Creep", as Andrew refuses to submit.
Expecting a submission at any second, Chris Carson is surprised when a figure comes running out of the crowd, headed straight to the ringside area.
Jay James, wearing a black hoody and black leather pants, comes running from within crowd. Relatively unknown, she has no problem as she hops the guard rail and lifts the apron of the ring, while Andrew Keller still refuses to tap.
Out here, she grabs a steel golf-club and slides underneath the bottom rope, making herself as small a target as physically possible. Sneaking up on Chris Carson, she holds at arm's length and then sweeps it forward, hitting a "hole-in-one", as the club crunches sickly against Chris Carson's skull!
Upon seeing this, the referee immediately calls for the bell, disqualifying Andrew Keller, thus giving the victory to Chris Carson.
Jay yells at Andrew to get up and he does, still holding his arm and neck. He takes the club and commences striking Chris Carson angrily in the back. From here, Jay forces Carson to his knees, while the fans watch on, abuzz with what's occuring in the ring. Grabbing onto "The Creep"'s arms, hooking them behind his back, Jay holds him for Andrew Keller, who cocks his fist back and hits Chris Carson with some hellacious punches to the jaw!
Fist after fist, Andrew continues his vicious assault, as Jay laughs as Chris' arms slowly grow limp. She carelessly tosses him to the side, allowing him to fall into a clump on the canvas, while the crowd isn't sure what to make of the attack and gives the pair a mixed reaction.
Jay pulls the hoody off her head before grabbing one of Chris' legs and places "The Creep" in an Indian Deathlock. She finds it difficult to keep the submission on the larger man, but Carson is subdued enough that it serves its purpose. Long moments pass by before she lets go, satisfied at her work.
Next, Andrew lifts Chris's body off the mat and connects with a quick and jarring snap-suplex... and another... and then another! Just as the last suplex is made, Jay catapults herself against the ropes as Andrew moves out of the way and the rookie delivers a 360 degree leg drop square on Carson's chest!
In a chivalrous display, Andrew helps Jay to her feet. She smiles, as she hops up to wrap her legs around his waist, clinching intp him. She then jumps back down to the mat and the duo views an immobile Chris Carson, who is laying alone and beaten in the ring. Andrew whispers something to Jay and the rookie smiles, pulling out a small tube of lipstick. She straddles Carson and neatly smears the bright shade of red on his lips, mocking what he did last week to Morgana.
Andrew helps Jay out of the ring and the couple make their way up the ramp as a close-up of Carson's face dominates the screen.
Winner: Chris Carson (via DQ)
A heart shows up on the screen and the camera switches to the back, where a big bowl of spaghetti sits between Chris Extreme's dog, Roscoe, and Mercedes's cat, John Locke. Together, they dip nose-first into the pasta, until they finally share one long, stringy noodle.
Their eyes meet, and they grow closer and closer, sucking in the pasta noodle...
Their furry lips meet...
...but they begin to claw, scratch and bite at each other, for they are not gay.
And that's how this scene ends, as John Locke the cat scratches Roscoe the dog's nose.
The camera switches to the back, where a gleeful Morgana watches her television monitor, glad to see Chris Carson beaten, bruised and covered in lipstick. Her lips are curled into a smile, watching as various ring officials are forced to help Chris Carson to the back, kicking the golf club out of the ring, in the process.
Morgana: The asshole had it coming.
Whisking away, she turns her pink head and walks away, leaving a pink trail behind her.
The silent crowd gazes in awe as a giant, heart beating globe of Earth slowly descends from above. In horror, the people watch as the Earth begins to bleed. When the Earth finishes its descent and reaches the surface of the stage, Chris Extreme's voice is heard shouting from within Earth's core.
The Earth explodes into smithereens and "Sonne" by Rammstein blasts over the speakers. Bloody, flaming pieces of the planet fly in the air and land on the closest people in the crowd. From within the wreckage of Earth stands "Lord Nazi" Chris Extreme in his white boxers and white socks. Around his waist is the Nazi World Title -- the coal black belt with a gold swastika spinning in the middle and an American flag on each side. Standing on his left and holding his hand is Mercedes his Nazi Queen and on his right is Roscoe his half German Shepherd, half Rottweiler dog.
To a roar of hateful boos, "Lord Nazi" swaggers arrogantly down to the ring along with his two companions. Seeing different people in the crowd, he taunts them with racial slurs and sacrilegious blasphemies, while Roscoe barks viciously at them. On numerous occasions, "Lord Nazi" points to his World Title, to his woman, to his dog, and to himself, gloating and power tripping. At ringside, he threatens more fans in the front row by spitting in their faces, swearing that he will kill each and every one of them.
Walking up the steel steps, he takes off his World Title and hoists it up with one arm. To his pleasure, more boos flood his ears. Giving his World Title to Mercedes, she slings it over her shoulder and walks around the ring with Roscoe to spectate and cheat. "Lord Nazi" enters the ring finally, and is ready to fight.
In the ring, Chris Extreme waits for his partner, the equally dastardous Corey Ashton.
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.
Corey Ashton and Chris Extreme share a quick glance, but that's broken up by the entrance of Declan Turner...
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.
Being the only person of his team in the ring, Declan eyes the current World Champ, Chris Extreme, and Corey Ashton, beckoning them on, asking them to fight. Unfortunately, he is also cut-off...
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. "Piece of Me (Remix)" dies abruptly over the speakers as Morgy parades confidently around the ring, waiting for the match to begin.
The awkward pairing of Corey Ashton and Chris Extreme lean back in the corner, with Corey Ashton deciding that he will start the match. Opposite of them, Morgana decides she will start for her team, as well.
The bell rings...
...and Corey Ashton charges across the ring, hoping to catch Morgana by surprise. Morgy, keen to his attack, turns around, ducks to the side and forces Corey Ashton to smash into the turnbuckle pads.
Jumping up, Morgana connects with a dropkick to the back of Corey Ashton's head, keeping him placated in the corner. In here, she grabs his head, bashes his face off the turbuckles several times, turns him around and then whips him out...
...only to have Corey reverse the whip, thus sending Morgy in. He chases in after her, hoping to catch her from behind via surprise. Leaping onto the middle turnbuckle pad, Morgana negates the charging attack by jumping back and leaping onto Corey Ashton's shoulders. She goes to twist around, hoping to hit a hurricanrana, but before she can slip between his legs, Corey hoists her up, propelling her onto his shoulders.
Just as quickly as that happens, though, Morgana reverses the momentum and stands upon Corey's shoulders, jumps off and hits a double-kick to the back of Corey Ashton's head! Landing on her feet, she rolls forward, bounces off the ropes and returns with a spin-wheel kick to Corey, knocking him off his feet, sending him stumbling to the floor!
Seeing Corey land on his two feet, Morgy bounces off the furthest set of ropes and torpedoes forward. Before she has the chance to vault over the top rope, Chris Extreme steps into the scene and chops her with a stiff-forearm to the jaw. As she stumbles back, Chris Extreme slaps Corey Ashton on the shoulder, grabs onto Morgy's head and then guillotines her across the top rope, snapping her head back!
Climbing into the ring, he wastes little time in stomping and kicking at Morgy, even dropping some knees across her face, hoping to wear her down. Grabbing her pink hair, he hits some rapid-fire kneelifts to her face, wearing her down to her knees, giving him the chance to bounce off the ropes, where he returns with a running-boot to her face!
Turning towards Declan, Chris gives him the middle-finger, angering the number-one contender, who goes to run-in, only to be halted by the referee. This then gives Chris Extreme the chance to drag Corey Ashton back into the ring, where they begin stomping and kicking at Morgy. Seconds later, Chris Extreme scoops Morgana into the air, but then dumps her across Corey Ashton's knee, delivering an extremely harsh backbreaker!
Noticing the referee turning around, Chris Extreme exits the ring, without even tagging out, allowing for Corey Ashton to remain in the ring with Morgy. Oddly enough, when the referee returns his focus to the match, he doesn't even pick up on the change, thus allowing Corey Ashton to continue stomping and kicking at Morgana's head.
Having delivered a brainbuster, Corey Ashton walks around to Morgana's legs, holds them up and starts kicking at them. Tucking one leg beneath the other, Corey appears to go for a Texas Cloverleaf. However, as he bends over, Morgana reaches up, grabs onto his head and inside-cradles him...!
The referee spots this and makes the count...
...1...2...
Despite the surprise cradle, Corey Ashton is easily able to kickout!
Returning to a standing base before Morgy, Corey kicks her in the skull, uses a double-handed throat-chop to back her against the turnbuckles and then unloads with some elbows. Positioning her on his shoulder, he hoists her up and sits her on the top turnbuckle pad. He goes to climb up, but stops, just to strike her with a rising-uppercut.
Climbing up alongside the pink-haired vixen, Corey Ashton pretends to fondle her... only to then attempt a belly-to-belly superplex. He flings her off the top rope... but she is able to do a complete flip through the air, enabling her to land on her own two feet!
With the crowd roaring in her favor, Morgy slowly turns around, waits for Corey Ashton to rise ad jets towards him. Leaping up, she connects with two-feet into his chest, perfectly striking the John Woo Kick, blasting the oxygen out of Corey Ashton's lungs! He goes spiralling into the corner, while Morgana looks towards Declan, wanting to tag out.
Laying against the turnbuckles, aware of Morgy opting to tag out to Declan, Corey Ashton vehemently stumbles out, looking to tag out to Chris Extreme. As he walks, Morgana crawls, inching closer and closer to Declan.
Corey Ashton steps to Chris Extreme...
On her knees, Morgy crawls towards an outstretched Declan Turner...
Almost there...
Corey tags out to Chris Extreme, who immediately enters the ring and jets toward Morgy, latching onto her foot, stopping her from tagging out! Taunting Declan, Chris, still with Morgy's foot in his hands, pulls the former World Champ up to her feet... only to receive an enziguiri to the side of his face!
Rolling forward, Morgana reaches out and tags in Declan, who slingshots himself over the top rope and into the ring. Seeing Declan enter, Corey Ashton decides to pay little attention to the rules, and returns inside of the ring, hoping to cut Declan off. Unfortunately, he walks straight into a high swinging-kick to the head, knocking him down onto the canvas!
Dazed, Chris Extreme stands up, trying to stop Declan, but he receives a kick to the gut, followed up by a double-kneelift to the face. Striking with stiff rights and lefts, Declan knocks the current champ into the ropes and whips him out, catching him with a roaring spear, toppling Chris Extreme off his feet!
Corey Ashton comes up behind Declan, shrugging off the prior kick to the face, and attempts a Dragon-Sleeper on Declan. However, Declan is able to use his very own feet to kick-up and strike Corey in the face, forcing a release of the hold. Thanks to this, Declan wristlocks Corey, tucks him close and then hits a release-Northern Lights suplex, sending Corey Ashton rolling from the ring!
Both Corey and Chris stand on the floor, equally dazed, trying to come up with a gameplan. Rotating their heads, they notice a wound-up Declan Turner charging towards them, about to dive out onto them. Thinking quickly, they part ways, believing Declan will crash-and-burn on the floor. Sadly, their plan backfires, partially thanks to Declan holding up at the last minute, opting not to dive at this current time.
...Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for Morgana, who comes out of nowhere by climbing to the top turnbuckle pad and hits a 450 degree plancha to the floor, dropping onto Corey Ashton with reckless abandon!
Seeing this, Chris Extreme stands aghast, not knowing what to do. This leaves him open and privy to a somersault senton plancha by Declan, who takes out Chris Extreme, as well!
All four competitors lay on the floor, with Declan being the first to stir. Slamming Chris Extreme's head into the post, he then rolls Chris back inside, laying him parallel to the turnbuckles. Standing onto the apron, and then climbing to the top rope, Declan decides to moonsault off... but Chris rolls to safety, thus crashlanding face-first onto the canvas!
Literally bouncing off the canvas and up to his feet, Declan turns around, only to have Corey Ashton roll back inside and charge toward him, hitting a charging-forearm, which knocks him against the ropes. Rebounding, Declan stumbles back into Corey's clutches, resulting in Corey sending him overheard with a half-nelson/leg-clutch suplex!
Proud of dismantling Declan, Corey stands to his feet... but Morgana springboards off the top rope, soars through the air and connects with a direct missile-dropkick, striking him squarely in the jaw!
Morgy stands up, about to repeat her attack... only to have Chris Extreme charge at her, kick her between the legs, bruising her twat, and then hitting a stunner! Showing his true survival skills, Chris lays his back across Morgana, hoping for a pinfall...
...1...2...
At the last possible moment, Declan latches onto Chris Extreme's foot and yanks him off Morgana, stopping the count, sending a raucous through the crowd!
Visibly pissed-off, an irate Chris Extreme gets to his feet and stomps on the back of Declan's head, bashing his face off the canvas. Furthermore, Chris slides Declan into the corner, where he begins wailing on him with a flurry of stomps and boots. Backing up into the opposite corner, Chris proceeds to charge forward, hoping to strike with a knee, only to have Morgana pop up and connect with a perfectly-timed dropkick to the leg, knocking him onto his face!
The referee, having lost all control of the match, lays back, allowing the action to unfold, watching as Corey Ashton creeps onto his feet, watching Morgana from behind. As she turns around, he darts forward, kicks her in the stomach and then DDTs her onto the canvas! From this position, he maintains a guillotine-chokehold, attempting to force a tapout/submission/knockout from Morgy, whose pink head lays down on the canvas, trapped beneath Corey Ashton's armpit, with his legs clasping around her waist!
Like a snake, Corey refuses to release his prey, forcing the referee to check on Morgana, who writhes and shakes, trying to find an opening. Luckily for her, Declan is aware of her problem, giving him the chance to storm out and stomp on Corey Ashton's face, kicking him so hard and often that he has no other choice but to release the hold.
Literally plucking Corey Ashton away from Morgy, Declan gives him a martial-arts kick to the stomach, hunching Corey over, enabling him to throw Corey shoulder-first into the post. He goes to continue his beatdown on Corey, but Chris Extreme crawls up behind him and lowblows him! Turning Declan, his opponent for One Minute 'Til Midnight, around, Chris drives him into the canvas with a snap-DDT!
Again, Chris Extreme makes the cover!
...1...2...
And yet again, the count is disrupted. This time by a dizzy Morgana, who gets to her feet, charges towards the pinfall and hits a standing Shooting Star Press onto Chris, stopping the count!
Once again, all combatants are down and out; Chris Extreme laying next to Declan, who is also laying next to Morgana, while Corey Ashton remains hanging over the middle turnbuckle pad. The first to stir is Corey Ashton, who is holding his shoulder, but wanting to put an end to things. Eyeing Declan with a vicious look on his face, Corey lifts the number-one contender to his feet, striking him with some elbows, as well.
Shrugging off the pain in his shoulder, Corey lifts Declan up into a standing fireman's carry position, the pain evident on his face. Spinning around, he goes to throw Declan off with the "Fall of Neptune", but the pain is too much. As a result, Declan regain his wits and unleashes with some fierce rapid-fire elbows to the ear/head of Corey, disrupting his equilibrium!
Thanks to this, Declan regains his footing and starts shooting some slaps, chops and punches to Corey Ashton's head. Replying to this, using his uninjured shoulder, Corey fires back with some forearms to Declan's jaw! This continues back-and-forth, with Corey getting the upper-hand, using more rapid-fire forearms, ending with a Roaring Elbow, which ultimately is ducked!
In return, Declan knees Corey Ashton in the gut, hunching him over. In prime position, Declan puts Corey into a standing headscissors and then propels him into the air, putting him into a crucifix-powerbomb position. Showing true resilience, though, Corey Ashton slips out, landing on his two feet...
...and then realizes Morgy has risen to her feet and is now bolting at him with a "John Woo Kick"!
As fast as she flies towards him, he steps to the side, getting clear out of the way of her dangerous kick. Alternatively, she slams her feet directly into the chest of her tag partner, Declan Turner, who had just turned around. The force of this blow sends Declan flying back, snapping his head off the top rope, as he tumbles to the floor. Not only does his head snap off the rope, but it also bashes against the hard edge of the ring apron; and then sickly smacks off the floor!
Seemingly concussed, Declan Turner remains on the floor, unable to move, while Morgana looks on, horrified at what she has just done. Capitalizing on this, Corey Ashton runs at her, knees her in the neck, lifts her to her feet and then bridging Dragon-suplexes her!
With the bridge made, the referee makes the count...
...1...2...
Close, but not close enough; as Morgana literally kicks out at the last second, sending the fans to their feet!
Agonized over the lack of a three, Corey Ashton rises, subtly kicks Morgy in the skull and then yanks her up by the hair. Delivering a short-arm chop to the chest, Corey blasts Morgy against the ropes and whips her out. As she hurries back, she is able to slide between Corey's legs, leap to her feet and then jump onto his shoulders! From here, she drops back, delivering a reverse-hurricanrana, driving Corey Ashton's head into the canvas! She gingerly lays across Corey, looking for the count...
...1...2...
...
Before the three can be made, Chris Extreme drops a knee across the back of her skull, disrupting the count! Continuing a trend that started by defeating Tony Millenia a few weeks back, Chris Extreme unleashes a flurry of rapid-knees to the face, hoping to bludgeon Morgy.
Much to his dismay, his wishes go unfulfilled, as Morgy is able to fight off his attack, swatting him across the face with a slap to the cheek. Using her speed and agility, she treads towards the ropes, storms back and hits a satellite headscissors on Chris, flipping him to the canvas.
Kipping-up immediately, she starts kicking and stomping at the man that took the World Title away from her, having her attention diverted from Corey Ashton, who has finally started to stir. Slowly, he lurches behind Morgy, delivering a knee to her spine, following that with a backdrop-driver!
Hoisting Morgy up, he valiantly kicks and punches her, taking a second to pose, and then clothesline her back down. Walking over to his partner, he aides Chris Extreme in getting to his feet and the duo commence beating Morgy down.
Chris Extreme headbutts Morgy and then tosses her into Corey Ashton's clutches, where he holds her arms, while Chris Extreme puts his hand down his boxers. Reaching inside, he removes a clump of dirt from his asshole and aims at Morgy, about to throw it into her face. He charges forward, about to heave the filth into her face, but just as he throws, Morgy stomps on Corey Ashton's foot, releasing herself, resulting in the clump of asshole dirt slamming into Corey Ashton's face, blinding him!
Scratching at his eyes, trying to remove the filth, Morgy bursts into action by kicking Chris Extreme in the stomach, while elbowing Corey Ashton in the face! Grabbing ahold of Chris Extreme's head via a 3/4 facelock, Morgy uses Corey Ashton to push herself into the air, kicks off his chest/head, and then flips back, delivering a Fata Morgana onto Chris Extreme, while Corey Ashton stumbles to the floor!
Seeing Chris Extreme laid out, Morgana springs to the top rope, getting a feeling she has wanted for a long time now. Diving off, she hits the Morgasm, landing atop Chris! She hooks his leg...
...1...2...
...
...3!
Going into the next pay per view, momentum is on Morgana's side, as she is able to get the victory for her and Declan Turner, who remains on the floor, having a crowd of medics and officials surrounding him.
Declan, who has a World Title shot at One Minute 'Til Midnight, currently looks in no shape to wrestle, as he is lifted onto a gourney, with the fans abuzz about his condition.
The final camera shots of the evening include:
(a) Morgana celebrating her victory, readying herself for the final match between Chris Carson and her at the pay per view. However, with the developments between Chris Carson and Andrew Keller/Jay, how will he react? With everyone building up their "arms", how will "The Creep" and others react?
But more importantly, will he make it out alive in his match against Morgana?
(b) Corey Ashton stands on the floor, watching Morgana's celebration. He has a meeting with Destiny Daniels, where the winner must submit his opponent. With Destiny on the downswing these past few weeks, will she be able to rebound and defeat Corey Ashton? Right now, it's highly debateable.
(c) Declan Turner is wheeled out of the ringside area, on a stretcher. How will this affect his World Title match against Chris Extreme? Will there eve be a World Title Match? Chris Extreme is scheduled to defend, so what will happen?
The only way to find out these answers and much more is to watch One Minute 'Til Midnight, live on pay per view Friday, February 26th, 2008.
Winners: Morgana and Declan Turner