Event Date: Sunday, April 6th, 2008
Theme Song: Ignite - "Bullets Included, No Thought Required"
The night begins with the playing of some royal music, with the cameras opening inside of Buckingham Palace, the location of tonight's Sin Wrestling event. Several palace guards stand outside the quarters for the Queen of England, who has her doors closed, only to have it slowly squeak open.
Walking outside is Corey Page, who is buckling up his pants, as if he has just finished a sexual process. He looks back-and-forth at the two guards that stand next to him, offering them up a few words.
Corey Page: That old bag is crazy!
Neither guard utters a word, forcing Corey to shrug his shoulders and walk away... only to walk right into Madison Paige-Matthews. Madison, Declan Turner's ex-wife, who has officially weaseled her way into a staff position, giving him an update on things.
Corey Page: You... uh... what's her face! I know you. You're that girl I hired. With Declan Turner...
Madison decides to interrupt Corey.
Madison Paige-Matthews: Uh, yeah. Anyhow...--
And now Corey interrupts her!
Corey Page: You're doing a bang-up job. I saw the card you came up with for tonight, and it's good stuff.
Madison Paige-Matthews: Yeah, thanks. Anyhow, I wanted to inform you that I have also banned Chris Carson from this building for tonight.
Corey Page: [caught by surprise] ...Damn, you're a real bitch.
Madison Paige-Matthews: Pffft... pre-emptive measures have to be made. If he even tries entering, I'll have him thrown out of here so fast...
Corey Page: ...Wait, isn't he still injured from his One Minute 'Til Midnight match against Morgana?
Madison Paige-Matthews: It doesn't matter. It all remains. There's no way I'm letting him in here.
With those closing words, Madison turns to walk away, leaving a glazed over Corey Page aghast.
Corey Page: Yep, definitely a bitch.
The image then fades out, with some more royal music being played.
The scene opens up to Declan Turner, donning a pair of black Ray-Bans. Standing with the World Title around his waist, he glances up at the lights with a smug, disinterested look on his face. The audience assails him with a chorus of boos. Slowly swaying back and forth he sniffs the air as Ace Rodgers approaches him with a microphone.
Ace Rodgers: So, champ, how do you feel-...?
Instantly, Declan Turner snatches the microphone from Ace, causing the crowd to cheer and boo at the same time.
Declan Turner: Let me stop you right there, Ass.
Ace Rodgers: Um, my name is Ace.
Declan Turner: Like you were saying, Ass. You asked how I felt. Isn’t that right?
Ace simply nods and rings his hands together, slightly nervous.
Declan Turner: I feel great! Do you know why I feel great, Ass? Because I’m at the top of the fucking food chain. And I feed on the flesh of the weak. Carson, how’s the jaw? Healing up nice I hope. You wanna talk about being the “gold standard”? I think you're supposed to HAVE gold, in order to set a standard, am I right? You wanna talk this shit about pushing you to the fucking edge? You wanna talk about how much of an Incredible Hulk of SHIT you’ll turn into if you get too angry? Bring it, you washed-up hillbilly faggot!
Declan pauses for a moment as the chorus of cheers and jeers grows. Ace attempts to take the microphone away from Declan, but Declan palms Ace’s face and pushes him back into the set, laughing as he falls to the ground.
Declan Turner: But tonight is a special night. Yes, it is. Tonight, we’re one card closer to Over the Top Rope 4. Tonight, we’re one step closer to watching Sin’s brightest stars beat the fuck out of each other in an attempt to fight--ME. This is the night where Stevie Swing gets to prove to me and to the rest of the world, that she’s actually a force to be reckoned with and deserving of my respect. And I sincerely hope she puts up a fucking fight, because unlike Carson, I don’t need to hit women to make them lay down for me. So, tonight, here, in merry ol’ London-motherfucking-England--
Declan pauses and grins at the huge and blatant pop.
Declan Turner: --Tonight, it will be the Swing versus the King, the Tranny versus the Big Dog Daddy, the bitch with the clap versus the over-the-top-so-amazing-can’t-nobody-hold-me-back! WHY!? BECAUSE I’M WORLD. FUCKING.
Various Crowd Members: CHAMPION!
Declan Turner: ...Champion…
Declan Turner chucks the mic at Ace and walks out of the shot as the crowd cheers.
The scene suddenly switches to the dressing room as Jay stands with Stephen Marquardt.
Stephen Marquardt: Trust me, Jay. You’re going to be great out there.
Jay James Keller: I hope so. It’s been really hard lately. You’ve been such a big help.
The two embrace each other in a friendly hug as the camera swings towards the sound of a door closing. Inside walks Andrew Keller as the audience boos.
Andrew Keller: What the hell is this? Am I interrupting something?
Stephen lets go of Jay suddenly and moves away.
Stephen Marquardt: Andrew, it’s not what it looks like…
Andrew laughs loudly and condescendingly as he wraps Jay up in a one-armed hug.
Andrew Keller: I know it’s not what it looks like. It’ll never “look” like that with you, you fucking sweat-mopper. I smell like money. You don’t even have enough game to get her top off. Go get me a fucking beer.
Jay pulls away from Andrew, pushing him away.
Jay James Keller: You don’t have to be such an asshole!
Andrew Keller: WHAT BITCH?!
Stephen Marquardt: HEY! Don’t talk to her like that!
Andrew Keller: Don’t tell me how to talk to my fucking wife, you clownshoe bastard!
As Jay steps between Stephen and Andrew, Madison Paige-Matthews, the newly crowned “Director of Talent Relations”, pulls Stephen away and pushes Andrew back.
Madison Paige-Matthews: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Now wait a minute you assholes! We’re not here to fight each other! Jay has got a match with Lacklan and she needs all the support she can get, alright? Stephen, get the fuck out and wait in my office. Andrew? Take your fucking wife to the entrance. And if you don’t move THIS INSTANT, I’m going to fucking fire every one of you!
Andrew and Stephen share a look before Andrew grabs Jay’s wrist and pulls her out the door. Madison turns to Stephen before he leaves.
Madison Paige-Matthews: Let’s see if this can be executed without a hiccup this time, alright? I don’t need Morgana doing a fucking barrel roll on us AGAIN.
Stephen Marquardt: Don’t worry. Everything’s fine.
Madison Paige-Matthews: It fucking better be.
Fade out.
"Bang Your Head" by Dope Stars Inc. begins to play and the lights fade as dizzying white spotlights begin to swirl around the audience. Jay James walks out from the back, wearing a pair of electric blue daisy dukes and a matching halter top; white winged tipped boots, and white fingerless arm-bands finish off the look. She jogs down the ramp, kind of ignoring the crowd, and slides underneath the ropes. She then proceeds to her respective corner and holds her arms in the air.
Beethoven's "The Moonlight Sonata" as performed by the indie-rock group, Inverse, plays, but there is no fanfare. No dimming of the houselights, no purple spotlight and no Minions. Lacklan walks down to the ring, alone, his cowl pulled over his masked face. As he enters the ring, he simply slumps against his corner, waiting for the match to begin. After the bell sounds, Lacklan does not immediately attack; he starts slowly, taking the cowl away from his face to show his opponent the mask and horridly burned head that awaits them.
The bell rings, and Jay quickly circles the ring, as if to look for an opening for a grapple or such. Jean-Paul Lacklan doesn't move at all, staring silently through his mask, his eyes fixated on at her.
Jay finally comes to a halt, advancing on Lacklan to lock up, but she is stopped abruptly by a fierce kneelift into her ribs. Jean-Paul seems to savor the moment, watching Jay drop to a knee, before blasting her to the mat with an elbow to the forehead. Methodically, he steps around her, grabbing her hair and yanking her to her feet before she can rise on her own power. He whips her to the ropes, bouncing back to the opposite ropes himself, only to miss with a giant clothesline, as Jay ducks it!
They both bounce again, and on the return, Jay leaps and throws her weight into a crossbody at Jean-Paul Lacklan! She's stopped dead, caught by the masked behemoth!
He shifts her head under his arm, flinging her weight into the reverse stalling-brainbuster, the Final Rite! However, Jay throws her weight to land on her feet behind Lacklan, escaping his clutches.
She strikes the back of his head with a headbutt, but in a blur of motion, Lacklan spins in place, before crushing a Roaring Elbow into her face! Jay tumbles, completely in a haze, falling through the ropes and to the hard mats on the floor, outside of the ring!
From inside, Lacklan stares at Jay, as she slowly finds her bearings, bringing herself to her knees, and then woozily to her feet. The pitch of the crowd noise grows quickly, as Jean-Paul sizes Jay up, before bouncing off the ropes and vaulting the ropes with a very high altitude splash at her!
Just in time, she moves out of the way, and nobody's home for Lacklan! He lands badly, rolling in pain, clutching his ribs and left knee. Jay staggers over to him, still somewhat dazed, and lays into him with several stomps, culminating in an elbowdrop across his ribs. She torques him around quickly, locking him into an STF on the outside!
The referee and crowd continue the count...
...1...2...3...4...5...
It isn't until the count of five before Lacklan finally powers out of the STF!
Jay stomps him several times, before desperately trying to drag him into the ring, as a countout won't win her the title! She finally gets Lacklan to his feet, and almost to the ring apron, until he overpowers her, Grabbing her, he rams her back-first into the apron, and then whips her into the ring post, which leaves her reeling, stunned against the ring steps! Lacklan quickly slides into the ring, letting the ref continue the count, as he wouldn't lose anything via Jay getting counted out.
...7...8...
At the eight mark, Jay finally finds her senses, beginning to slide into the ring, as Lacklan delivers a guillotine-legdrop across the back of her head and neck!
She falls back out of the ring, but the count has been broken, and Lacklan slides out after her, clearly looking to mangle her. He drags her over to the ring steps, grabs her by the hair and goes to slam her face into the steps! At the last second, she halts him, getting her leg on the steps to stop the blast!
Jean-Paul furiously glares into her eyes and bashes her with a headbutt, smashing his mask right into her nose! She goes temporarily limp, before he yanks downward on her hair, and with a sick clank, smacks her face against the ring steps!
He slides her into the ring, leaving a thin trickle, where her nose has begun to drip blood. The crowd begins to cheer as Lacklan drags her to her feet, leaving Lacklan looking confused, even as he has her ready to be lifted into the Final Rite.
Finally, he turns, realizing that Casanova has made his way down to the ring, as the source of the cheers from the audience. Casanova pauses at the ring steps, tracing his fingers over some droplets of Jay's blood, as Lacklan points at him, and then to Jay. Seconds later, Lacklan lifts Jay high into the air, holding her there for a few seconds, and then crushing her to the mat with the Final Rite!
As this happens, Casanova leaps onto the ring apron, mouthing off to Lacklan about the previous gesture, as Lacklan ominously steps toward him, turning his attention away from Jay. In doing so, Casanova hops off the apron, shrugging, as if to head back up the entrance ramp, as Lacklan finally turns, going for the cover on the fallen Jay...
...1...2...
...
...No! Jay gets a shoulder up!
Jean-Paul Lacklan sits up, glaring at Casanova, who has stopped, and now sits against the guardrail at the very end of the entrance ramp. Lacklan holds his glare at Casanova for another moment, before finally dragging Jay to her feet, and whipping her fiercely into the far corner of the ring.
Jean-Paul runs at her, much faster than one would expect from the muscled powerhouse, but catches nothing but ropes and turnbuckle with a missed Yakuza kick! Jay barely dodges out of the way, as Lacklan remains hung up on the turnbuckle, upside down, in a Tree of Woe!
Jay quickly gains her bearings, finally seeing an opening, and drives a baseball-slide dropkick into Lacklan's face! She slides around him and outside the ring, before grabbing him by the throat, and choking him, as he hangs helplessly upside-down!
Jay steps onto the apron, and then vaults over the ropes, landing with a double stomp to Lacklan's mask! She steps forward, flaunting for the crowd in the center of the ring, as Lacklan still hangs, stuck, in the corner!
Things look increasingly worse for Lacklan, as Casanova circles the ring, heading over to the same corner as Lacklan! Jay distracts the referee with bullshit for a moment, allowing Casanova to get up on the apron, with Jean-Paul Lacklan completely vulnerable to an attack by Sin Wrestling's resident vampire!
However, Jay suddenly runs back across the ring, striking at Casanova to go away, just as he hops off the apron, after releasing Jean-Paul from the Tree of Woe! This odd action earns Casanova a good amount of boos from the crowd, which he shrugs off, before sitting against the announcer's table to watch.
Jay continues yelling and trading insults with Casanova, as she attempts to keep Lacklan down with several knee drops, followed by a Boston crab! It hardly lasts, though, as she's flipped aside like a rag doll, unable to keep a submission hold on, in light of Jean-Paul Lacklan's power.
The two combatants rise to their feet -- Jay ahead of Lacklan, as she tattoos him with a flurry of punches, followed by a spinning back fist, which staggers him into the corner. Jay steps back, running at him and stunning him completely with a spinning heel kick. He collapses to the mat, where Jay drops a second rope legdrop across his neck, completingy her Jayriffic combo!
She covers Lacklan...!
...1...2...
Jean-Paul Lacklan kicks out with authority, but only a split second before the three count!
Quickly sitting up, Lacklan getts to one knee, but is met with a flurry of headbutts from Jay. After two or three, though, she seems to be faltering, having actually done more damage to herself by bashing her head against his mask!
He finally responds with a headbutt of his own, which drops her to her knees, clutching her head. The big man rears back, before lunging at her with a shining wizard, which leaves her sprawled out on the mat, in the middle of the ring. Lacklan eyes Casanova on the outside warily, but the vampire makes no move, as Lacklan goes for the cover!
...1...2...
...No!
It takes all of her strength, but Jay lunges with her whole body, barely kicking out from under Lacklan's weight!
Jean-Paul punches the mat, appearing very frustrated, before getting to his feet, and yanking her off the mat. He hunches Jay over, locking in the double underhook to set up for a Tiger Driver, but as he attempts the maneuver, Jay slithers out of his grip, sliding down his back and quickly rolling him up with a sunset-flip!
...1...2...
Lacklan breaks the rollup right on the two, rolling to his feet, and knocking Jay back into a corner with a flurry of solid punches and fierce elbows!
She seems almost unconscious, as Lacklan marches to the opposite corner, before roaring at her with a cartwheel elbow smash! However, before he connects, Jay ducks out of the way and Lacklan's elbow smashes into the turnbuckle pads!
Regaining her wits, Jay chopblocks one of his knees, bringing the bigger man to single-leg kneeling position. She locks onto him, driving his head into the mat with a bulldog, but Lacklan quickly rises, seemingly unfazed, thanks to his mask.
Walking up to him, Jay is staggered back by an elbow to her face, which sets her nose bleeding again. Jean-Paul seems nearly manic now, moving with far greater speed and disregard than earlier in the match. He attempts to yank her up into a basic body slam, but she again slithers through, getting behind him and pushing him as best she can into the corner.
The impact hardly hurts the large man, but the dropkick to the jaw he gets as he turns around certainly does. Jay steps back, appearing to go for another spinning wheel kick, but as she leaps, Lacklan lunges out of the corner, crushing her into the mat with a huge lariat. He goes for the cover!
...1...2...!
Somehow, Jay kicks out, yet again!
Jean-Paul Lacklan seems enraged now, as he's come within a second of either gaining a pinfall or hitting a devastating maneuver several times now. Apparently unable to get the finishing shot in, Lacklan settles for stomping Jay over-and-over, leaving her in the fetal position on the mat, before his attention is distracted yet again.
Casanova has leapt onto the apron, where he watches the attention closely. As soon as Lacklan notices this, he makes his way over to Casanova, nearly clipping him with a roundhouse-punch, as Casanova hops down yet again, this time apparently content to watch from the floor.
When Lacklan turns his attention back to Jay, he is met by her upright, delivering her Kyah chop into the nerves of his shoulder! This halts the big man for a moment, as she spins, blasting him with a backhand to the face, before throwing her weight into a low-dropkick, which strikes Lacklan in the knee and drops him to one knee!
Jay steps forward, leaping and dropping her weight into an axe kick right across the top of Jean-Paul Lacklan's head! Jay attempts to lock him in the front headlock, to set him up for her Jay-Ded DDT, but he pushes her back and off of the ropes, somehow finding the strength still to toss her around!
In response to this, Jay comes back with a knee right to the solar plexus, which hunches and blows the wind out of Lacklan, before blasting him to the mat on the top of his head with the Jay-Ded '08! She quickly rolls over him for the cover!
...1...2...3!
Jay is thrown off Lacklan, as he strongly kicks out, but a second too late! The bell rings, as Jay quickly rolls out of the ring, leaving Lacklan to rise to his feet alone, his burning glare turning from her, to Casanova, to the audience, as well.
Jay is handed the Impulse Title belt, which she holds above her head as she makes her exit, leaving Lacklan's only remaining target to be Casanova, who remains leaning against the announcer's table, coolly returning Lacklan's stare. Jean-Paul slides from the ring, standing eye-to-eye with Casanova for what seems like an eternity.
Suddenly, Lacklan blows purple mist into Casanova's face, blinding him! A quick side-step, and Lacklan has a chair, which he cracks over Casanova's head! He stares through his mask, balefully down at the blinded, now bleeding vampire, hunched over the announce table. Jean-Paul lifts the chair above his head, as the boos rain down from the audience, before...tossing it aside. He glares at Casanova for a moment longer, fury evident in his eyes, before heading around the ring and back up the entrance, as medics arrive to help Casanova.
Winner: Jay
People walk to-and-fro in the backstage area, trying to ignore the vociferous sounds of Generic Heel, who stands behind a salad table, declaring war on everyone in sight. As usual, he has his mask on, which does nothing to deter him from harassing random people that walk by, including a prim, proper and pompous Prince Charles, who tries to get a bowl of salad, only to have his hand slapped by Generic Heel.
Generic Heel: Hey, whoa, now. How dare you get in my way. I'm declaring myself angry... angry at Sin Wrestling... angry at the world... they are doing me an injustice!
Prince Charles: Preposterous!
Aghast, Prince Charles walks away, feeling annoyed by this interruption. Nevertheless, Generic Heel continues, not minding the absence of people listening to him.
Generic Heel: This injustic will go on no longer! How dare I be kept off Sin Wrestling televison! How dare no one book me to take over the limelight! I'm a 50-time World Champion...
He thinks to himself...
Generic Heel: ...Or was that 78-time?
He shakes his head, never minding the exact count.
Generic Heel: Either way, I'm the World's Greatest Wrestler -- and the greatest person to ever wear a mask. I should be on television. Right now, I'm officially declaring an open challenge to anyone... and anything!
As he's about to continue on, Generic Heel receives a polite tap on the shoulder, which causes him to whirl around, stepping directly into a fist. With mammoth power and force, this punch not only sends Generic Heel flying over the table, but also causes the table to topple over, sending food everywhere.
Tragik: Holy cow...
Tragik, one of Jean-Paul Lacklan's lackeys, stands before Generic Heel and the collapsed table, holding hisfist outstretched.
Tragik: I didn't know I had it in me!
Guffawed, he looks at his fist, not realizing Generic Heel is now back to his feet and fixing his mask.
Generic Heel: Who dares accept my challenge?
Tragik: Uh... me?
Generic Heel: That's it!
Galloping towards Tragik, Generic Heel tackles him, sending both men off to the side -- out of view of the camera. The sounds of smashing glass and things being broken is obviously overheard... oh, and lots of heterosexual grunting, too.
Generic Heel: Take this!
SMASH!
Generic Heel: And that!
SMASH!
Generic Heel: And this again!
SMASH CRASH!
When the camera finally moves over, it reveals Generic Heel standing in front of Tragik, smashing various expensive glass plates... and that's about it. Instead of vicious fighting, we have Generic Heel smashing the glassware. This, of course, prompts Tragik to speak up.
Tragik: Dude, what are you doing?
Generic Heel stops, observes what he is doing, giving Corey Page enough time to walk into the scene.
Corey Page: My Jesus! What's going on here?! This shit belongs to the Royal Family! What the Christ?! Who did this?! Someone will have to pay!
With a glass plate in his hand, Generic Heel points to Tragik.
Generic Heel: He did it! I saw him! He's the guilty culprit!
Taken aback, Tragik can barely utter a response.
Tragik: I... uh.... gah... no! He did it!
...And his finger points back at Generic Heel.
Generic Heel: Who, you little...
Before another brawl erupts -- with more expensive dinner products being broken, Corey Page steps between the two men, trying to get cooler heads to prevail.
Corey Page: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Settle down, guys. I tell you what...
This absorbs the attention of both men.
Corey Page: Seeing as how you both want a piece of each other, how about I book you two at the upcoming pay per view, Over The Top Rope 4?
Generic Heel and Tragik stop to think.
Tragik: Hey, you know, that's a swell idea.
Generic Heel: Plus, it gets me some airtime! And I get to beat up this fatty mcfatty.
Tragik: Don't you...!
Tragik goes to make a swing at Generic Heel, but Corey Page thwarts the attempt.
Corey Page: Save it for the ring, boys. The loser of the match will have to pay me for breaking all of this expensive shit. The winner... well... the winner gets a date with destiny.
Tragik: Destiny Daniels? She's freakin' hot, man.
Corey Page: ...No. They get a date with...
Corey pulls something out of his pocket.
Corey Page: A free checkup at the STD clinic!
Both men go to grab the certificate, but Corey Page pulls away.
Corey Page: Nuh uh. That goes to the winner. The loser must pay for this broken shit and sweep the floors.
Generic Heel: Fine!
Tragik: Double fine!
Corey Page: And one more thing...
Booger walks into the scene.
Corey Page: You'll have a special guest referee. And there he is!
Corey Page points towards Booger, who has started eating broken glass. Bloodied mouth and tongue, he speaks up, confused.
Booger: I dfid whfat nghow?
Corey Page: That's right, Booger will referee your match.
Tragik: Good idea. At least it will be fair.
Corey Page: That's right, and--... hey, stop that!
Booger begins chewing on Corey's right arm. Using a rolled-up magazine, Corey Page pops Booger on the nose, getting a release.
Booger: Sforrgy.
Corey plucks his blood-stained arm out of Booger's mouth, giving final reassurance to both Tragik and Generic Heel.
Corey Page: This match is now... SIGNED!
Generic Heel: Sweet potatoes!
Corey Page walks off, trying to drain the drool and blood off his arm. Booger looks at the two men before him and requests a hug. Tragik and Generic Heel walk away, making Booger sad.
The scene opens up outside of Buckingham Palace, showing an injured Chris Carson hobbling up to the building, with a crutch under his right armpit. Grumbling along, he walks up, about to enter.
Chris Carson: Damn Page... first, we crash into some shitty island. Then we have to go halfway across the world to wrestle in filthy old England.
He's about to walk inside, when two plush royal guards step in front of him, blocking his way.
Chris Carson: Wait a second, what's going on?
One of the guards speak up.
Guard: We have specific instruction to not let you enter the vicinities, Mr. Carson.
Chris Carson: Well, pip pip, cheerio to you, too. Now who the hell says I can't enter?!
Guard: We have direct orders from one Madison Paige-Matthews.
Chris Carson: What? You're kidding me.
Guard: No, sir.
Chris Carson: Who does she think she is? The Queen of England? Out of my damn way. I have business to attend to...
Guard: Sorry...
In a matter of seconds, Chris Carson pushes his way past the two guards, crutch and all. The guards, who had put up a lackluster effort in trying to keep him out, simply shrugs their shoulders, watching as "The Creep" enter the premises.
The ReKon insignia flashes on the forefront of a black screen. The notorious theme song from the infamous Terminator trilogy blasts through the sound barrier to indicate the entrance of a beloved warrior of all that is awkward. Twelve, if not more, cameras pan over the always enthusiastic crowd of wrestling fanatics now being engulfed in lively strobe lights; at the core of which is a gigantic spotlight illuminating everything in sight. Gun fire and explosions erupt in the background, causing many to jump, startled. The members of the audience all appear to be wearing camouflage via visual effects, which results in a strict semblance of a military base. A single camera angles upward, where we immediately spot a man slowly descending from the rafters via parachute.
As the theme winds down, ReKon released himself from the parachute and falls several inches to the canvas at the center of the ring. Stagehands roll up the parachute and stuff it under the ring. ReKon climbs the closest turnbuckle and salutes his fans who return the gesture. The visual effects start to dim as the music fades. ReKon performs the finishing touches of his warm-up regiment, highlighted by the tossing of t-shirts and boxes of ReKon Krackers in the form of M.R.I.'s into the sea of fans. All of this a prelude to the entrance of his opponent.
The arena lights drop to nothing, as “Right Now” by SR-71 begins to play. A spotlight flares to the stage, revealing the outline of a female standing with her back toward the entrance ramp, furiously playing the air guitar to the music. She turns around, revealing herself to be Keeley Powers, appearing surprised to see the audience. She quickly regains her composure, throwing the “air guitar” into the audience, before charging to the ring and sliding in under the bottom rope. The lights return to normal as Keeley blows kisses to the audience and adjusts her flared pants, waiting for the match to begin.
Once in the ring, both competitors circle each other, looking for an opening, with Rekon being the first to make a move. Stepping aside, Keeley allows for Rekon to step past her, with Keeley jumping onto Rekon's back, applying a headlock. In no time after that, Rekon calmly flings Keeley overhead, flipping her onto her rear, following that up with a single kick to her lower-back.
Stepping back like a gentleman, Rekon allows for Keeley to stand, but not before she slaps her hands off the canvas, in anguish. Not long after that, Rekon again steps toward Keeley; this time applying a side-headlock into a takedown. Not liking this, though, Keeley instantly applies a headscissors and plucks Rekon off her.
This gives both competitors the chance to jump to their feet, with Rekon trying for a sweeping-kick on Keeley, who leaps over this attempt, only to strike Rekon with a leaping-uppercut, stalling him. Pushing him against the ropes, she whips him out, only to have it reversed. On her way back, Keeley views Rekon hunch over, deciding to leapfrog up-and-over the attempt. Just as Rekon turns around, she leaps into the air and thrusts both feet into his chest, using a dropkick to knock him into the ropes.
Flabberghasted, Rekon rolls to the floor, trying to regain his senses, but comes to a standstill once he sees Keeley charge at him, looking for a suicide dive. As she dives underneath the top rope, she flies right into a European-uppercut from Rekon, which absolutely blasts her in the jaw, leaving her knocked silly halfway out of the ring.
Left hanging over the middle rope, Keeley is in prime position for Rekon, who hops onto the apron, knees and kicks Keeley, stands back and then leaps into the air, delivering a guillotine-kneedrop to the back of Keeley's head! Slingshotting himself back into the ring, Rekon waistlocks a hunched-over Keeley, bringing her down with a back-suplex, dropping her hard on the canvas!
Rolling straight up, Rekon positions his opponent into a wheelbarrow-suplex position, hoists her up, only to find himself on the receiving end of a quick elbow from Keeley. Thinking quickly, she immediately droops forward, tucking herself between Rekon's legs, trying for a modified Victory Roll...
The referee counts...
...1...2...
Surprised, Rekon instantly kicks out and pops back up to his feet, only to run right into a drop-toe-hold from Keeley, who follows that up with a majistral-cradle!
Again, the referee counts...
...1...2...
However, Lieutenant Rekon avoids the pinfall by kicking out at the count of two. He is even able to roll upwards, getting to a standing base, where he proceeds to kneelift Keeley in the jaw!
With things now in his favor, he clutches Keeley, hooks her into a suplex position and holds her up, hoisting her vertically into the air. As he goes to drop her down, Rekon pushes out his knee, thus dropping her down with a suplex-into-a-backbreaker! Choosing not to cover Keeley, Rekon gets back to his feet, with the fans cheering for both of them.
Lifting Keeley up, Rekon delivers several chops, knocking her against the ropes. Whipping her out, he waits for her to rebound, allowing him to try for a swinging-elbow. Aware of this, Keeley ducks beneath his arm and then proceeds into the opposite set of ropes. Storming back, she notices him attempting another clothesline, giving her the chance to bypass that attempt and then tilt-a-whirl headscissors him!
Flipping Rekon over, Keeley kips-up, as well. Popping up, she views Rekon, who also stands, wags her finger at him, using her "Oh No, You Didn't" maneuver. She has Rekon knocked against the ropes, allowing her to step toward him and then monkey-flip him over. As she jumps back up, she goes back to stomping and kicking at her opponent.
However, Rekon tries to take advantage of her positioning by sweeping her off her feet with a double-leg takedown. Furthermore, he rolls atop her with a jackknife-pinfall, with the referee going for the count...
...1...2...
Just in time, Keeley rolls out of the pinfall. Bridging up, she keeps her arms locked around Rekon, attempting a backslide...
Because of her lack of stature, she is unable to pull him over. Alternatively, Rekon goes to backslide her, but Keeley is able to completely flip backward over him, landing on her feet. Out of nowhere, she delivers a seated-dropkick to Rekon's stomach, hunching him over. She even uses her feet to mule-kick Rekon, pushing him back, knocking him into the corner.
Rising to her feet, Keeley moves into the opposite corner, watching as Rekon leans against the turnbuckles. Charging forward, she dives at him, hoping to attack with a jumping-knee. Before the connection can be made, though; Rekon side-steps the attack, resulting in Keeley smashing her knee off the top turnbuckle and then falling over the top rope, where she lands on the apron.
Still on her feet, she blocks a punch from Rekon and then opts to send a charging-shoulderblock into his gut, from the apron. From out here, she then leaps over the top rope and sunset-flips Rekon, hooking onto his shoulders with her feet, keeping him covered.
...1...2...
Rekon rolls out of the cover! He even rolls up to his feet, grabs onto Keeley's feet before she can rise and then tries for a Boston Crab. Before it can be applied, though, Keeley rolls to the side, finding an escape; forcing Rekon to do a cartwheel to remain standing.
Seeing Keeley rise, Rekon goes right back at her, chops her and backs her against the ropes. Whipping her across the ring, he waits for her return, deciding to throw her into the air, trying for a fallaway slam. In mid-air, Keeley is able to change things up, looking for a dropkick... which also gets reversed, thanks to Rekon stepping in, delivering a sit-down powerbomb!
Placing his feet over her shoulders, Rekon goes for a cover...
...1...2...
As the referee goes to count the three, Keeley uses her ankles to strikes at both of Rekon's temples, forcing him to stop the cover. This allows her to sullenly climb to her feet, watching as Rekon remains on his knees, shaking his head, trying to regain his wits.
Running towards Rekon, Keeley goes for a swinging-neckbreaker. Prior to completion, Rekon is able to swing his way out of it, allowing him to keep his standing position and then kick Keeley in the gut. He then swings her around, straitjackets her arms and then sends her back with a straightjacket German suplex!
He bridges up, still holding onto her, not hooking on a full-nelson...
He delivers a full-nelson German suplex!
Again, he bridges up, still with his hands locked onto her. In swift motion, Rekon flings her back with a German suplex, rolls her up again; and delivers a final German suplex, even bridging himself into a pinfall, completing the "Fallback"!
The referee makes the count...
...1...2...
Keeley tries to stir...
...3...!
Unable to kick out from the barrage of suplexes, Keeley can only listen as the referee slaps his hand down for the third time. Thanks to this, Rekon releases the hold, hops to his feet and holds his hands high in the air.
Lieutenant Rekon will be moving onto the Over The Top Rope Battle Royal; while Keeley will continue to try and qualify. This week, she's unsuccessful, but she still has another week to go.
Afterwards, Keeley rises to her feet, holding the back of her head, knocking she has lost, but is complacent with this. She stares Rekon, who goes to exit; offering a handshake to him. Looking around at the crowd, he reluctantly accepts the shake, steps backward and then exits the ring, knowing he will be going to the Over The Top Rope main event.
Winner: Lieutenant Rekon
Andrew Keller stands in the backstage area, drinking a glass of punch. Despite his poor attitude, he stands innocently still, unbeknownst of the danger lurking around the corner.
Chris Carson: You son of a bitch. You take out my partner... here's what I think of your stupid group!
Before he has time to respond, Andrew Keller has Chris Carson's crutch smashed into the side of his knee! Crumbling to the ground, Andrew Keller is unable to protect himself from the jarring blows Chris Carson proceeds to unload onto him.
Chris Carson: You break my jaw... consider this payback!
As if it were a golf club, "The Creep" reels his clutch back and then swings it forward, bashing it against Keller's face/jaw region! A splatter of blood spills onto the floor, as Andrew's head snaps back, receiving the full brunt of the shot.
After one more significantly lethal shot, a horde of referees and crew members charge into the scene, seperating Chris Carson from the deliriously injured Andrew Keller. All of this is arbitrary to "The Creep", though, as the damage is done; allowing him to cripple away, with a smile on his face.
Well, as much a smile as someone with a broken jaw can muster.
Just as "The Creep" exits the scene, Madison Paige-Matthews walks in, noticing Chris Carson walking away from a large group of men. Confused, she steps into the fray, seeing one of her alliance members grounded and bleeding from the mouth.
Madison Paige-Matthews: What the hell is he doing in here?! Did he do this?! He wasn't allowed in here!
Official: Well, he got in here... and he did this.
Madison Paige-Matthews: He wants to bypass security, then fine. I'll let him. However, if he wants to take down one of my friends and allies -- no freakin' way. I want him in a match. Right now. Against a Sin Wrestling Hall of Famer -- Tony Millennia, to be exact.
Official: All right.
Madison Paige-Matthews: With his injured leg and jaw, there's no way he'll get past Tony Millennia. Furthermore, I want this match to be an Over The Top Rope Qualifier, as well. There's no way I'm letting Chris Carson move on. No way. Not after doing this!
The screen fades out, last showing Madison Paige-Matthews looking disturbed at the recent events. She looks down at Andrew Keller, who is then carted off on a gourney.
The scene cuts to an almost pitch-black room, where A shadowy figure can be seen, but no actual details of what they look like can be made out.
????: It's been a while SW, and for that I apologize. It's been hectic you see, and I'm just now starting to get my bearings back on things. I had forsaken you, left you behind and thought I could stay away...
For a few brief moments there is silence, and you see the figure shift before continuing.
????: I tried to get you out of my mind SW, I went to other companies, tried to make a name for myself there, but the siren's call was just too much. Every time I have the chance to sit down and watch it's Declan Turner this, Morgana that, and it fills me with disappointment to see how quickly people are forgotten.
Another pause.
????: Don't bother denying it SW, you've forgotten all about me, but that's okay. I can find it in my heart to forgive you for that. I bleed for you, I was beaten for you, and I left it all out for you all to see, because that's the kind of guy I am. You just need a reminder, and this time I don't plan on leaving until everyone out there remembers my name. See you next Eternity, SW.
With that, the scene fades out, replaced with a familiar image to Sin Wrestling fans:
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!
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", Chris Carson comes out with a purpose, but all signs of the once-proud S.O.S. logo are gone for now. Carson jaws with the audience as he hobbles his way down to the ring without the use of a crutch. Holding his ribs, he gives Tony a determined look before climbing the stairs and entering the ring. The lights go completely red, bathing Carson in electric blood, as the referee calls for the bell.
Tony charges in with a clothesline. Instead, Carson grabs Tony by his head and whips him onto his back. Tony howls as he lands, grabbing at his back. Carson kneels down behind Tony, locking him into a headlock. The referee gets to four before Carson breaks the count. Standing him up, Carson whips Tony into the nearest turnbuckle.
Tony hits the turnbuckle with such force, he spills up and over the post, to the outside floor. Stirring, Tony struggles to stand. Carson grits his teeth as he rolls out of the ring and lays hard fist shots to Tony’s kidneys. Grabbing a head full of hair, Carson whips Tony towards the steel steps. Reversing it, Carson goes back first into the steel steps and cries aloud.
Tony, trying to regain a lot of ground lost, pulls Carson by the hair and rolls him back into the ring to break the ten count. Already on his hands and knees, Carson stands as Tony belly slides into the ring. Hard stomps by Carson prevent Tony from getting up. Stomping Tony all the way back into a corner, Carson moves away and runs back with a lifting knee, right into Tony’s face.
A trickle of blood escapes Tony’s nostrils as Carson lifts Tony into the turnbuckle. Backhand shots echo as Carson turns Tony’s chest red. Carson again grabs Tony’s arm and tries whipping him into the opposite turnbuckle. Tony tries to reverse, locking up with Carson in the center of the ring. Tony then tries to lift Carson into a suplex. With Carson hooking the back of Tony’s leg, Tony is unable to lift him up.
After two consecutive tries, Carson himself lifts Tony into the suplex position. Yelling to the crowd, Carson completely decimates Tony with the The C.C. Bomb!
Hooking the leg, Carson goes for a pinfall...
...1...2...3!
Clutching at his ribs, he celebrates by resting against the ropes, mouthing towards the camera his expectations at winning at Over The Top Rope 4. Eventually, he walks to the back, while Tony Millennia is left laying on his back.
Winner: Chris Carson
Following the previous match, the camera returns to the back, showing Andrew Keller still strapped to the gourney with a pile of medics surrounding him. Together, they lift him into the back of an ambulance, with Madison Paige-Matthews looking on, shaking her head.
Madison Paige-Matthews: Declan's not going to like this.
The doors to the ambulance are shut, the siren screeches on, and the ambulance tears out of the parkling lot, bringing Andrew to the local hospital.
Fade out.
"Zis movie needs more fucking lesbians, explos-ions and ninjas! Get to it!"
The whiny, irritating voice of German filmmaker/abomination, Uwe Boll is heard in the backstage area, where Dr. Boll is filming his latest shitfest movie, starring Chris Extreme. The view opens up to Uwe looking considerably cramped and agitated, as he looks around, searching for something...
Uwe Boll: Where iz our star? He cannot fuck around vit me like that! I am Dr. Uwe fucking Boll, someone find Chris Extreme!
"I'm right here!"
The voice of Chris Extreme is heard, as the camera shifts towards him walking into the area, with his arm around his girlfriend, Mercedes.
Chris Extreme: Sorry for being late. We were fucking in the Queen's bedroom... and then Mercedes accidentally put on the Queen's underwear. God, it was hilarious.
Snapping a dastardly look towards Chris and his woman, Uwe angrily glares at Chris, quite peturbed about his tardiness.
Uwe Boll: Iz zis why you were late? Why you want to fuck around with Dr. Boll?! We had to film. I hired 500 ninjas, Jason Statham, Michael Madsen and Vern Troyer for zis fucking scene. And zis iz how you repay me?!
Chris Extreme: ...Wait, didn't I tell you that I quit your shitty movie?
Uwe's face becomes red with anger.
Uwe Boll: Oh no, you zidn't! You zigned an iron-fucking-contract, maggot! You borknager!
Uwe holds up the contract, shoving it in Chris Extreme's face.
Uwe Boll: And ze 'nother thing...
He then proceeds to pull out a gun and point it at Chris' forehead.
Uwe Boll: No one gets ze-way from Dr. Boll alive. Now follow me and finish ze scene, FAGGOT.
Silently, Chris walks off, with Uwe Boll leading him in the direction of the scene being shot. Before he goes, Chris has a few words to say to Mercedes.
Chris Extreme: Uh... I think I gotta do this now. You go wait at ringside, while I go beat the black out of Dan Black. This will only take a second.
Mercedes: Uhm... okay!
Chris and Uwe trail off, with Mercedes left behind.
Mercedes: Hehe... such silly boys.
Her joy is soon wrought with destruction, as a cold steel chair smashes across her back. Falling face-first onto the floor, she turns over, seeing Mike Phantasy hover over her.
Mike Phantasy: This is going to hurt me a lot more than it's going to hurt you.
Holding the chair above his head, he brings it down with devastation in mind, smashing the chair across Mercedes' breasts.
Mike Phantasy: On second thought, this will hurt you a lot more than it'll hurt me.
...He then strikes her with another chairshot to the breasts vagina... and another to her buttocks.
In total, he delivers 12 chairshots to her breasts, vagina and buttocks, having severe consequences. When he is finished, he casually tosses the chair aside and walks away, without giving a reason for this brutal attack.
"Simple Design" by Breaking Benjamin goes off and Dan Black comes out from the back and then runs into the ring. He climbs each turnbuckle, pointing to the audience and he goes to the center of the ring and stomps his right foot, which ignites pyro all around the ringside area. Feeling good about himself Dan Black seems unfazed by the entrance of a very familiar Nazi.
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. 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… but wait, Mercedes is nowhere to be seen! Instead of his usual routine, Chris Extreme paces around the stage area, stalling in order to give Mercedes more time to emerge. The crowd, knowing full well what has happened, seems to almost sympathize with Chris, not booing him quite as loudly as usual.
After another minute or so of stalling, “Lord Nazi” sighs and thrusts his hand down his shorts as he makes his way toward the ring, hurling his usual supremacist insults at the various ethnic fans in the crowd, although his usual fire seems absent.
Finally, Chris enters the ring and stares Dan Black down. Pulling his hand out of his shorts he reveals a pair of Nazi scissors and begins to tell Dan Black of their significance; Dan Black is unfazed, which seems to anger Chris Extreme even more.
Calling Dan Black a “dirty, faggot, bulldozer monkey”, Extreme lunges at him with the scissors. Bringing Black down to the mat, Chris drives the scissors into the forehead of Dan Black, immediately busting him open. “The Bulldozer”, showing some emotion, screams out in pain and punches Chris Extreme in the throat, shocking the Hall of Fame Nazi, who drops his scissors, and allowing himself a chance to get back on his feet.
Dan Black, seizing the opportunity, grabs Chris Extreme by the neck and takes him up for a Chokeslam, which Chris counters via a kick to the bull-testicles of “The Bulldozer”. Seeing a doubled over Dan Black, Chris quickly grabs his opponent’s head and brings Black down with a stunner, completing his “Kick Balls Stunner” signature move. Instinctively, Extreme moves in for the cover.
...1...2...
However, realizing what he is doing, Extreme raises Dan Black’s shoulder off of the mat and mouths off to a woozy Dan Black once more, calling him a “black Mufasa” much to Roscoe’s approval. Chris then gets back on his feet and begins to stomp on the already-bloodied face of Dan Black.
After a few moments of face stomping, Chris raises Dan Black’s legs and delivers a stomp to the balls so crushing that every audience member- man, woman, child, and Stevie Swing- holds onto their genitalia for dear life. Not satisfied with the damage he has done, Extreme leaves the ring, in search of another weapon.
A black fan in the front row stands up and folds his chair, giving it to Chris Extreme and calling him “brother”. After taking the chair, Chris promptly smashes it over the black fan’s head and calls him “lol neo neo neo neo lol”.
Back in the ring, Dan Black has made it back up to a knee, and is holding his genitals. The cut on his forehead is bleeding profusely, and his face is now completely covered in blood, but that is the least of his problems as Chris Extreme rushes back into the ring and delivers a devastating chairshot, bringing Dan Black right back to the mat. “Lord Nazi” makes the cover again.
...1...2...
But once again, Chris Extreme lifts Dan Black’s seemingly lifeless body up. Positioning the steel chair squarely across Dan Black’s body, Extreme proceeds to stomp on the chair, and maybe more importantly Dan Black, while beginning to jerk off his battered penis.
However, Chris Extreme is unable to get it up, which upsets and depresses him immensely as he cries out for Mercedes, even going so far as to tell Roscoe to go fetch her, which seemingly works as Roscoe runs back to the dressing area.
Chris Extreme, proud of his stroke of genius, swaggers around the ring mouthing off to the fans at ringside before the dropped pair of Nazi scissors catches his eye. Looking down at his broken crotch, a smile creeps over Chris Extreme’s bald, demented Nazi head.
Dan Black, unfortunately still laid out, doesn’t seem to have any idea of what is about to happen as Chris Extreme prepares to take off The Bulldozer’s tights, snapping his Nazi scissors menacingly.
The crowd, booing for much of the match, suddenly pops, confusing Chris Extreme. Extreme, distracted, looks at the stage, seemingly expecting to see Mercedes, his Nazi Queen and Roscoe, his Nazi dog. What he doesn’t see is SW Hall of Famer Mike Phantasy running through the crowd and into the ring. Phantasy grabs the chair Extreme placed on Dan Black.
Mike Phantasy: Hey, faggot!
As Chris turns, Mike swings the chair and connects with…
...nothing!
Chris Extreme catches the chair on its downswing and overpowers Mike Phantasy, taking the chair away from him! Pushing Phantasy back, Extreme swings the chair, looking to take Mike Phantasy’s head off and he connects with...
...nothing!
At the very last possible moment, Phantasy ducks under the swing, dodging the chairshot. Chris Extreme, angry beyond belief, turns around into a Phantasize superkick from Mike Phantasy, who takes Chris’s scissors- which he had dropped earlier- and leaves the ring, once again to a mixed reaction.
Chris, in the meantime, is out on his feet in the ring. He staggers around for a little bit before collapsing on Dan Black as the referee drops to make the count.
...1...2...3!
The referee shakes Chris Extreme a bit, waking him up, and raises Chris’ arm in victory.
Chris, however, jerks his arm away and heads back up the aisle shaking his head and wondering where Mercedes and Roscoe are. At the top of the aisle, Chris turns back to the ring, where a bunch of referees and doctors are tending to Dan Black.
Chris Extreme: Fuck a Dan Black.
With that, Chris runs backstage.
Winner: Chris Extreme
Declan is seen standing outside a merchandising booth, greeting fans while they wait in line for hotdogs and beer. One wrestling fan turns to Declan and laughs.
Fan: Nice title. Too bad you didn’t beat Morgana for it.
Declan Turner: I know, right? It’s probably better that I beat someone with a longer and arguably better track record.
Fan: But you beat that lazy fuck Extreme on an Eternity that wasn’t even that good!
Declan Turner: Wait a second, now! We were on a desert island. There were vampires, Jesus, secret hatches, burning people-
Fan: Man, you are the worst champion, ever!
Declan Turner: Oh, I’m sorry, did you want a shot at the title?
Fan: ...Uh... What?
Declan Turner: For a minute, I thought I was watching a Stevie Swing promo, since you kept repeating yourself like a fucking idiot. So, do you wanna shot at the title, since you think you’re apart of this place?
Fan: No, dude... I’m not a wrestler…
Declan Turner: FUCKIN’ RIGHT YOU’RE NOT!
Declan suddenly kicks the fan square in his balls and follows it up with a right hook, sending nachos and beer everywhere, laying the poor bastard out in front of his wife and kids.
Declan Turner: Stay in school, faggots.
Declan saunters off with the belt slung over his shoulder, whistling his theme music.
In a state of confusion, Chris Extreme heads to the back, barely standing after his brawl against Dan Black. Looking around crates and barrels, he searches for his girlfriend, but ultimately finds nothing.
Chris Extreme: Where in the name of my bruised cock can she be?! She was supposed to be out there for my match against Dan Negro!
He throws some boxes over... still nothing.
He gets on his hands and knees, looking in a tiny hole in the wall. Other than a mouse jumping out, startling him, he finds nothing.
Standing up, he sighs heavily, his damaged cock swaying in the wind beneath his boxers. However, his sullen demeanour is changed once a random Sin Wrestling official comes up to him, giving him notice about Mercedes' condition.
Official: Chris! Chris! It's Mercedes! She's been found on the floor, horribly injured! Someone attacked her!
Chris Extreme, who is most notable for his sociopathic and hateful thoughts, turns pale with fear.
Chris Extreme: ...Is she dead?
Official: No, but it's serious!
Chris Extreme: Phew!
Rushing off, Chris Extreme follows the official, who leads him straight to Mercedes, who is laying unconscious on the floor.
Chris Extreme: Mercedes! Stop sleeping!
Chris prods at his girlfriend, but gets no response. One of the medics that lull over her, grips her hand, checking for a pulse.
Medic: She's still breathing and alive, but it's pretty bad.
Chris Extreme: What the hell happened?!
Another Sin Wrestling official walks into the scene, holding the dented chair that had been used in smashing against Mercedes. This prompts Chris to grab the official, threatening him.
Chris Extreme: Who did this?! Did you do this?!
In fear, the official shakes his head -- no.
Official: No! We found it next to her body! Someone else attacked her!
Chris Extreme: Was it that Mike Phantasy?! Was it?!
Official: We're not sure yet. We have to look at the tapes!
Chris Extreme: That son of a bitch...
Chris bends over, cuddles into Mercedes and hugs into her, as if she is a wounded kitty.
Chris Extreme: Mercedes...
He emits a blood-curdling howl.
Chris Extreme: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
The scene fades out, with various medics and officials loading her onto a stretcher. For the second time tonight, someone will be leaving in an ambulance.
Chaos is unfolding all over the place.
"Sexy Back" by Justin Timberlake begins to play over the sound-system as "Dreamy" Derek Daniels appears atop of the entrance ramp. With a smile on his face, he begins to descend to the ring, smiling arrogantly on his way down. He climbs up the steps and throws one arm into the air, before stepping into the ring, ending his music.
The tinkling bells mark the beginning of "Rock Superstar" by Cypress Hill, as the arena lights suddenly go dark. With the guitars beginning the main part of the song, multicolored lights begin to pulse along with the beat, revealing Casanova to be standing on the stage, staring behind sunglasses over the ring and crowd. He heads toward the ring, high fiving a few fans and basking in the audience response, before rolling into the ring and crouching in one of the corners, ready for the match.
As soon as the bell rings, Casanova darts out of his corner, catching Derek Daniels with a swift clothesline, following up with an equally quick series of stomps. Immediately picking Daniels back up, Casanova chops him across the chest, angry about last week's loss against Jean-Paul Lacklan.
In the corner, Casanova climbs onto the middle turnbuckle, where he proceeds to level Derek with rapid-fire fists to the head, with the fans counting along, until the count of 10. Once the ten-count is made, Casanova goes nuts, walloping Derek over-and-over again with a vicious assault of punches.
Hopping down, he grabs the obviously dazed Daniels, whips him into the ropes and catches him upon the rebound with a flapjack! Rising back up, Casanova goes into the corner, watching as Derek Daniels crawls into the opposite corner. He charges in, running at Derek Daniels with a full burst of acceleration...
Bam!
Casanova charges in, delivering a running-forearm to Derek Daniels' jaw. He then whips Derek across the ring once again. This time, Casanova charges in, delivering a running Yakuza-Kick to the face of Daniels, stunning him into an absolute daze!
Derek Daniels stumbles out of the corner, absolutely blanked. This allows for Casanova to kick him sternly in the gut and pull him in with a standing headscissors. Double-underhooking both of Daniels' arms, Casanova hoists him up... and then delivers a double-underhook piledriver, dropping him square on his head!
But that's not all. Seconds after dumping Derek Daniels on his head, Casanova picks him back up and applies a double-handed choke. From here, he lifts Derek Daniels into the air with both hands and runs towards the ring ropes. Upon reaching the ropes, Casanova launches Daniels to the floor, delivering a two-handed chokeslam to the floor; a move that he calls "For Whom the Bell Tolls"!
Standing back, he allows the referee to begin counting Derek Daniels out.
...1...2...3...4...5...
The referee continues, while Casanova steps back, leaning against the opposite set of ropes, making a motion that states Daniels isn't worth the effort.
...6...7...8...9...10!
And that's it! Casanova wins by countout!
The referee calls for the bell, officially declaring Casanova the winner; but things aren't over yet. Not for Casanova; and especially not for Jean-Paul Lacklan, who Casanova has in his crosshairs.
Casanova is shown talking to the camera, as the scene fades out, fading to the backstage area.
Winner: Casanova
Outside of The Collective's locker-room, a brazen Chris Carson stands with a determined look on his face. He has the camera pointed toward him, allowing everyone in attendance to watch his scheme unfold, live on the large screen that has been setup.
Chris Carson: Earlier tonight, I took out one retarded, smug shitstain. Now it's time for me to take out another.
The fans are in awe, wondering what he's talking about.
Chris Carson: You see, last week, Corey Ashton and I came up with a plan to kidnap that bitch, Jay. You know her... she's the cow that struck me in the jaw with a golfclub. Anyhow, after the deed was done, I accidentally let the old hog out of my sight and she escaped.
He remains silenced for a second.
Chris Carson: Tonight, that changes. Tonight, I right my wrongs by nabbing that old haggard dyke. This is going to be good.
Kicking open "The Collective"'s door, Chris Carson stands, watching as Jay stands alone in the dressing room. Confused, she whips around, seeing "The Creep" stand before her.
Jay: What the hell?!
Before anything else occurs, Chris Carson puts his hand over the camera lens, sending the screen to white noise.
A few minutes go by with nothing but the white noise on the screen. When the picture finally returns, it shows Declan Turner, complete with World Title strapped around his waist, and Stephen Marquardt running to their locker-room, wanting to save Jay.
Declan Turner: Who does he think he is?!
Stephen Marquardt leads the way, as he kicks open the door, viewing... Jay, who is standing alone, looking quite confused.
Jay: He came in here... and... and left.
Declan Turner: Uh... what?
Jay: He left. I don't know why!
Declan and Marquardt share an odd look.
Declan Turner: What the Christ?
Fade out, with confusion abound.
Everyone at ringside, who had been watching the prior activities, remain in utter disarray. What, exactly, is "The Creep" up to?
Soon enough, we'll have answers, as 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", Chris Carson walks out, leading Madison Paige-Matthews down the entrance, with a dog-collar around her neck.
In contrast to the demanding tone, she is forced down to the ringside area via the leash and collar and is rolled into the ring, with "The Creep" crawling in behind her. Parading her around, with a frightful glare in her eyes, "The Creep" also makes notice of the corset and powdered wig that a Queen would wear, which he has placed on her.
She bobs around, trying to escape from "The Creep", who has played a fast-one on all The Collective members. He even manages to bump his crotch against her bottom, mocking her feeble attempts, finally whipping her around, only to clothesline her to the ground, getting an extremely mixed reaction from the crowd.
Lifting her back, he soon hoists her into a vertical-suplex position, leaving her suspended in the air. Seconds later, he throttles her throat and swings her out, executing a twisting-chokeslam; a move that he has labeled "The Wifebeater"!
Amidst the confusion from the fans, Declan Turner and Stephen Marquardt finally run out, charging down to the ringside area. Upon seeing this, Chris Carson rolls underneath the ring ropes, exits to the floor and hops over the ring barrier. He scurries to the back, with Declan and Maruardt chasing after him, in hot pursuit!
In the meantime, Madison Paige-Matthews is left alone in the ring, being attended to by ring officials and medics. The new staff member is unable to move under her own weight; and ultimately absolutely embarassed.
She is then aided to the backstage area, with the cameras following her to the back...
"What the fuck do you mean my match is canceled?! I came all the way here to fight some faggot named Andrew Keller, to defend this title... and you tell me the match is canceled?!"
The unhinged voice of Television Champion, Morgana, is heard, declaring her disconcert with the announcement of the cancelation of her main event match. Standing before her is Corey Page, who is shielding himself from Morgana's howls, trying to give her some more information.
Corey Page: Yes, yes; I'm sorry. But Chris Carson attacked Andrew Keller and now he's at the hospital. Without an opponent, you have no match... and no title defense. I'm sorry.
Morgana: I thought these "The Collective" people were supposed to be resilient. Supposed to be taking over the world or something. How the hell does this happen?
Corey Page: I just told you...!
Morgana: I may not have an opponent, but I don't give a damn. I'll find my own godforsaken opponent.
She eyes Jay, who rounds a corner, looking visibly upset.
Morgana: Hmmm...
Pushing Corey Page to the side, Morgana charges up behind Jay, grabs her by the hair and then smashes her face off the wall.
Morgana: Here we go. I found my opponent.
Just like that, Morgana begins pulling on Jay's hair, dragging her to the entrance area...
Corey Page: But... but... eh...
The cameras switches to the ringside area...
No music is played to mark her entrance. Instead, Morgana drags Jay out to the top of the entrance ramp, still with a glob of her hair in her hands. With the crowd cheering her favorably on, Morgana pulls Jay down to the ringside area, where she then rolls Jay inside.
Sliding in behind Jay, Morgana does not allow for Jay to rise. In fact, just as Jay begins to get to a kneeling position, a much more vigorous Morgana kicks her in the head, pulls her to her feet and then chops her wickedly across the chest.
Striking her a few more times with some punches and elbows, Morgana whips Jay across the ring, ducks down and hits a high backdrop, sending Jay flying into the air and crashing down onto her back. Waiting for Jay to rise, Morgana charges forward, does a back-handspring off the ropes and comes flying back, hitting The Feminine Mystique on Jay!
With the fans egging her on, Morgana looks into the corner and walks in, about to climb up it. Once on top, she dives off, landing on top of a Jay with The Morgasm!
Aware of the ruckus happening inside of the ring, members of The Collective -- Declan Turner and Stephen Marquardt -- rush to the ring, having chased Chris Carson out of the building. Running through the crowd, they charge over the ringside barrier, resulting in Morgana leaping to her feet and then hopping over the top rope, where she proceeds to exit to the back!
Peering over Jay, Stephen Marquardt kneels down, checking on her condition, while Declan Turner watches Morgana exit to the back. In a few seconds, he will also have to take on Stevie Swing, forcing him to remain in the ring, while Marquardt aides Jay in returning to the back.
As Jay is helped away from the ring by even more ring officials, Declan Turner turns his attention away from, focusing on his own match. Handing off his World Title to the referee, he awaits his opponent, Stevie Swing, who will be facing Declan in a non-title match.
Darkness cockslaps the arena. “Chick Habit” by April March pumps through the P.A., and a spotlight shines on a pink glass and tissue paper structure that is not unlike…a vagina. There’s a silhouette of a woman on the pink paper, and an image of the one and only Stevie Swing on screen.
Stevie Swing bursts through the vagina to deafening cheers, the people in the audience going apeshit for the Dancing KingQueen. That sounds gay. Stevie dances around as fireworks explode all over the stage (gotta have fireworks), showing off her figure. She dances on down to the ring and rolls in, where more fireworks go off, much to the delight of the crowd.
Once she's in the ring, Stevie stands opposite of Declan, getting into her own corner, with Declan lazily leaning against the buckles, waiting for the match to start.
Ding, ding, ding...
Once the bell rings, Stevie and Declan slowly step towards each other. Right away, they lock-up, with Declan applying a side-headlock, which he soons transfers into a waistlock from behind. Lifting Stevie up, Declan slams her back down with a waistlock-takedown and then quickly moves into position for a front-facelock.
As Stevie stirs, trying to release herself from Declan's grip, Declan is quick to try and keep her down. With some repeated knees to the head, Declan keeps Stevie on her knees, disabling her from rising and removing herself from the facelock.
Unfortunately for Declan, he is unable to hold onto the facelock forever. A few seconds pass and Stevie finds an opening, allowing her to pop away from Declan's hands, giving her the chance to jump to her feet, trying to avoid any contact with Declan, who lunges at her, from a kneeling position. Instead, Declan grabs nothing but air, winding up falling flat on his face, as Stevie steps aside.
Once she sees Declan hit the mat, Stevie uses her left foot to walk across Declan's back and then spring herself off. Using this motion, she proceeds towards the ropes and bounces off, delivering a seated-dropkick to the side of Declan's head, dizzying him.
Seconds later, they are both on their feet, with Stevie heading towards the ring ropes, yet again. Once more, Stevie connects with a seated-dropkick -- this time connecting with Declan's right leg, dropping him down to one knee. As Stevie lays on her back, she views Declan laying on both knees, in front of her. Quick to think, Stevie buckles both knees and legs together and then strikes with a double-kick to his chest, snapping the World Champ back.
Kicking-up, Stevie is the first to rise, watching as Declan slowly regains his footing, as well. Running towards the ropes, Stevie Swing bounces back, charging at Declan with full-speed. However, Declan is fully aware of this. He extends his right arm, attempting to clothesline Stevie's head directly off...
...only for Stevie to also realize this.
With haste, Stevie crucifixes Declan and slowly goes to roll him up with a crucific-pinfall...
Despite trying to maintain his balance, Declan falls back into a cover from Stevie Swing...
...1...2...
Just as the two-count is made, Declan kicks out with full force.
Getting back to his feet, Declan stands before Stevie, only to strike him with a double-kneelift, jabbing both of his knees into Stevie's face.
Going right to work on the fallen former Television Champ, Declan strikes her once in the face with a boot, grabs onto her long hair and hastily pulls her to her feet, where he promptly brings her back down with an eager body-slam. Microseconds after that, Declan is bounding towards the ropes, where he springs back, delivering a senton splash onto Stevie, dropping all of his weight down onto her frame.
Declan stands back up, currently in control of things. He takes Stevie up with him, chops her across the chest a few times and then throws her forcefully into the corner, where he begins battering her with a series of repeated chops, kicks-to-the-stomach, and even a discus back-elbow shot! Having her dazed, he points into the opposite corner, where he goes to whip her out.
Irish-whipping Stevie Swing across the ring, Declan goes to charge in after her... but Stevie has alternate plans.
Before she can crash chest-first against the turnbuckle pads, Stevie leaps onto the middle turnbuckle and dives back, contorting her body towards a stampeding Declan Turner. Unable to change his course, Declan runs right into a lucha-libre style armdrag from Declan, sending him over, rolling him onto his back.
Using the momentum to spring back to his feet, Declan turns around and charges back at Stevie, who has also just gotten to her feet. Attempting a clothesline, Declan woefully misses, resulting in Stevie ducking past him, leapig up and then tucking both of her feet beneath his armpits.
Rolling back, Stevie goes for a reverse victory-roll, complete with a bridge, trying to keep Declan down. The referees sees this and begins to count...
...1...2...
Yet again, at the count of two, Declan hurriedly kicks out!
Steamed, he stands to his feet before Stevie Swing can rise, and delivers a lethal elbow to the back of her neck! Taking a few steps back, he then leaps forward, striking with a superkick to the brunt of Stevie Swing, taking a page out of her book!
He uses this time to gloat to the fans, who respond back, giving him a very mixed response. Soon, he turns towards Stevie, lifts her back up and goes to hit a back-suplex. However, Stevie is able to squirm herself free, allowing her to sunset-flip Declan...!
The referee counts...
...1...2...
Once more, Declan kicks out at two!
Both Declan and Stevie stand at approximately the same time -- with Stevie feeling annoyed, with Declan being quite surprised. He speeds towards Stevie, striking her with another elbow to the neck, followed by another. Turning her around, he waistlocks her and then goes to fling her overhead with a release German suplex...
...only to have Stevie make a complete 360 degree backflip, landing safely on her feet!
Angered, Declan goes to stand; but at the halfway mark of his standing, Stevie charges at him, striking him with a climbing enziguiri!
Wishing to take advantage of this, Stevie climbs to her feet and walks into the corner, where she propels herself to the top rope. In a matter of seconds, she is diving off, trying to hit her somersault senton-bomb move, The Twist!
...Unfortunately, she doesn't. Midway through the air, Declan rolls out of the way, thus Stevie smashes hard onto her back.
This then switches momentum back to Declan Turner, who stomps on Stevie's chest and looks into the corner, which he quickly escalates. Without looking over his shoulder, he moonsaults back, hoping to land on Stevie... but with no such luck!
Just like Declan before her, Stevie Swing rolls out of the way, sending Declan smashing onto his face and stomach! Feeling Slightly dizzy, Stevie Swing rolls to her feet, peering at Declan, who remains collapsed in the center of the ring. Looking back towards the corner, Stevie runs in and starts climbing the turnbuckles. However, before she has a chance to dive off, Declan again regains his strength.
Seeing Stevie perched on the top rope, Declan rushes in, stampedes up the buckles and then quickly snaps off a super-quick top rope hurricanrana, sending Stevie Swing flying across the ring! Not only that, but on the way down, Declan is able to keep ahold of Stevie's right arm, enabling him to latch on a cross-armbreaker/jujigatame!
Roars of pain holler from Stevie Swing, who twitches and squirms, trying to find an escape. With each yelp she makes, though; Declan bars the arm even tighter, making escape almost impossible. The only fortunate thing for her is that she is able to find a tiny hole in Declan's move, allowing her to roll onto her feet, taking position into her favor, despite her arm being locked into a devastating lock.
Even with Declan clutching tight, Stevie Swing rolls atop Declan, trying for a surprising pinfall...
...1...2...
Realizing the danger he's in, Declan finally releases his hold; allowing him to properly kick out and stand back to his feet, where he grabs onto Stevie's arm with a standing armlock.
On his feet, Stevie is unable to fight his way from Declan, who still has that same right arm clamped. It isn't until Stevie delivers a stiff left-hand punch to Declan's nose that Declan backs off, still with the arm locked-on, though.
With Declan still hanging onto him, Stevie sprints up the ropes and kicks back, twirling around and then delivering a springboard Tornado DDT, which finally releases him from Declan Turner!
Rolling into the corner, holding onto her right arm, Stevie sits against the buckles, watching as Declan rises to a standing base. Without warning, Declan angrily bursts towards Stevie, looking for some revenge for the Tornado DDT. Revenge, however; is not what he gets.
Alternatively, he runs directly into the corner, allowing for Stevie Swing to deliver a drop-toe-hold onto him. As a result, Declan falls face-first into the middle turnbuckle, getting a mouthful of padding. Even worse, Stevie immediately stands to her feet, propels herself into the air via pushing off Declan's back; and then comes crashing down with a vicious double-stomp to the back of his head, further smashing his face against the middle turnbuckle pad!
Declan continues to lay immobile in the corner, while Stevie jumps off and goes into the opposite corner, soaking up applause from the fans. Focusing back on Declan, Stevie charges back in, delivering a second double-stomp to the back of Declan's head. Furthermore, she begins to repeatedly double-stomp over-and-over against, finally ending with some more double-stomps to his back!
Absolutely stunned and dazed, Declan rolls out of the ring, trying to escape from the damage being done onto him by Stevie Swing. Sadly, he isn't able to get away for long. With Stephen Marquard looking on, trying to grab Declan's attention, Stevie Swing slingshots herself over the top rope, falls all the way to the floor, where she latches onto Declan's shoulders and then hurricanranas him onto the floor!
The fans go nuts, aiding Stevie to her feet, as she keeps an eye on Marquardt, who moves in, trying to interfere on Declan's behalf. However, as he runs up, he charges directly into The Last Dance superkick from Stevie!
Being cheered on, Stevie stumbles around on the floor, only to receive a forearm in the gut from Declan Turner, who then strikes with an uppercut. However, before he can continue with the assault, Stevie Swing stymies that by kneeing Declan in the gut and then striking with a European uppercut of her own.
Pulling Declan to his feet by his ears, Stevie smashes Declan's face into the ring post and then gives his head several bashes off the ring apron. Having delivered one more kick to the back of Declan, Stevie rolls her opponent back inside and then climbs up onto the apron. Elevating to the top turnbuckle, Stevie watches as Declan begins to rise.
Diving off, Stevie Swing goes to deliver a flying European uppercut, using her right arm... which turns out to be a pretty bad idea.
As she flies through the air, Declan reaches up, grasps onto Stevie's arm and brings her harshly down to the canvas with an armbar-takedown! From here, Declan firmly applies a cross-armbar, bending Stevie's right arm in a way that it's not meant to bend.
Stevie, on the other hand, doesn't let it keep her down. Rolling forward, moving onto her back she bridges up, trying to remove her arm from Declan's devastating grip. From this position, she is able to strike with some knees to the top of Declan's skull, hitting a total of 5 shots, before she can safely remove her arm.
Nevertheless, the damage has been done and Stevie holds her right arm as she rises to her feet. Seeing Declan stands, Stevie uses her uninjured left arm to strike with a punch and then a chop. Right away, she goes to whip him across the ring. The stength in her right arm isn't enough, though; as it results in Declan being able to reverse the whip, thus sending her into the ropes.
Bouncing back, Stevie is well aware of Declan ducking before her. With one quick kick to the face, Stevie jumps onto Declan's back, hooks her legs around his arms and then hits a sunset-flip bomb on Declan!
Keeping his feet across Declan's shoulders, Stevie goes for a cover, with the fans cheering him on...
...1...
The referee slaps once...
...2...
Twice...
...
Just in the nick of time, Declan Turner scissors both of his feet into Stevie's head, ringing her ears and breaking the count!
Rolling backwards, Declan stands to his feet, watching as Stevie Swing slowly rises, still slightly abuzz. Deciding to take advantage of this, Declan moves in, half-nelsons Stevie and goes for a half-nelson suplex, which Stevie is also quite aware of.
A flurry of elbows are sent to Declan's face from Stevie, who attempts to save herself, which works with perfection. Freedom held in her hands, Stevie sprints forward, bounces off the ropes and returns with a huge gallop...
...but then charges directly into a spear from Declan, which sends Stevie twisting in the air!
Laughing snidely at Stevie's expense, Declan uses the ropes to help him stand. Leaning against the ropes, he stands to his feet, watching as his victim lays prone on the canvas, rolling around in pain. Opting not to cover Stevie, Declan stumbles around, grabs onto both of her legs and then holds them up. Not thinking twice, he kicks her in the hamstring of both legs, trying to wear her down as much as possible.
Striking her right leg with some more kicks, Declan stops, snickers to himself and then proceeds to deliver a flurry of stomps to where Stevie Swing's testicles would/should be! Like a madman, he delivers a vicious amount of stomps and kicks to her crotch area, stopping only when the referee moves in, warning Declan about a disqualification.
Sadly for Stevie, Declan doesn't heed this warning. Instead, he strikes with one more stomp -- this one to the gut. He then turns her over, grabs onto her right arm and then tries for a standing cross-armbreaker, looking for a complete submission. Once it's locked in, cries of pain are once again heard from Stevie, who is desperately in need of finding an escape.
Reaching out, using her left leg, Stevie tries to find the bottom rope -- but to no avail. Aware of this, Declan pulls her back into the center of the ring, applying even more pressure on her right arm, which brings more cries of pain from Stevie Swing. As the pain swells down her arm and throughout her body, a last ditch move is thought of by Stevie Swing...
And it involves schoolboys.
A schoolboy-rollup, to be more specific.
Rolling Declan up, Stevie tries her best to keep him down, pushing most of her weight down onto his legs, while the referee counts...
...1...
...2...
...
No!
Declan Turner rolls out of the pinfall, much to the disdain of Stevie Swing, who, thanks to Declan, has pain in her right arm and both of her legs. From a kneeling position, Declan wraps his arms around Stevie's waist and then pushes her into the corner, using his right shoulder to deliver some charging-shoulderblocks to the gut.
Stepping back, Declan sizes Stevie Swing up and then decides to charge back in at her, hoping to deliver a running shoulderblock to her stomach. Stevie Swing sees it coming from a mile away.
At the last second, Stevie rolls to her left, making Declan crack against the ring post and then collapse to the floor, where Stephen Marquardt, who has long since recovered from the previous superkick, checks on him. As this goes on outside of the ring, Stevie Swing climbs to the top rope. Watching as Declan stands to his feet, next to Stephen, Swing flies off, soaring her body through the air, crashing down onto both men with a top rope plancha to the floor!
The fans rise to their feet, stunned at Stevie's resurgence. Out here, she kicks both Declan and Marquardt; and uses her left arm to force Declan up to his feet, where she batters him with an abundance of chops to the chest. Giving his face one hard smack off the apron, Stevie rolls Declan back inside; and just like before, climbs onto the apron and goes to the top turnbuckle.
Waiting for Declan to stand, Stevie is about to rocket off, when Stephen Marquardt also jumps onto the apron, hooking onto Stevie's left leg, stopping him from leaping off! Obviously, this draws the ire and the attention of the referee, who moves in, trying to remove Stephen Marquardt from the action.
Meanwhile, this allows for Declan to regain his wits and rush in to the corner. In here, he quickly climbs to the top rope, and then release belly-to-belly superplexes Stevie Swing...!
...but Stevie lands on her feet; albeit with an awkward landing, which seems to twist her right leg/ankle! Nevertheless, she shrugs off the damage, leaps towards a standing World Champion, who has told Marquardt to hop down off the apron, and then connects precisely with a half-hearted Last Dance superkick!
Losing all of her energy, Stevie collapses onto Declan and hooks his leg, trying for a cover!
...1...2...
...
Before the referee can make the three, Stephen Marquardt reaches into the ring, grabs the referee's ankles and then pulls him out of the ring, much to the hatred of the fans! Declan, on the other hand, finds much relief in this, as Stevie removes herself from Declan, only to wobble towards the ropes, where she argues with the referee to re-enter.
This meandering is perfect in enabling Declan to regain his sense. Kneeling with one knee, he watches as Stevie turns around, grabs her left arm and then pulls her into a kick to the stomach. Soon, the heel of Declan's foot comes crashing down on the back of her head/neck, hitting her with The Blood Money!
Moving towards her feet, he decides against covering her; instead grabbing onto her feet and then turning her over with a single-leg Boston Crab; aka The Payback! Pulling back, he takes advantage of the damage done to Stevie's body parts, including her legs; with Stevie tapping out after about 60 seconds!
The bell rings, signaling a submission victory for the World Champion. Throwing Stevie Swing's legs down, Declan is rewarded with his title, which he holds in the air, getting a varying ovation from the fans.
Darkness.
A blanket of blankess spreads over the clamoring audience, soon hushing them to a quiet lull. Out of nowhere, a voice cuts the shrill silence like a knife.
TIME.
IS.
UP.
As Declan stirs, he looks towards Stephen Marquardt, who is on the apron, not knowing what the fuck. Standing up, he stumbles to Stevie as she tries not to move, for fear of deep lacerations. Declan smiles and asks for a microphone. Catching one that’s tossed up to him, he laughs. Declan Turner: Fuck... you.
Instead of helping her, Declan drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring as EMT’s and stage workers struggle to get Stevie free of the wire.
And that's it for tonight's show. The English, backstage attacks, scissors, a new Impulse champion, Morgasms, a back-and-forth match, and ending with some barbed-wire, with Stevie Swing snared inside of it. As we move closer to Over The Top Rope 4, things just continue to be more insane.
And we haven't yet filled the main event of Over The Top Rope with participants.
Winner: Declan Turner
