Event Date: Friday, September 12th, 2008
Theme Song: Strung Out - "Bring Out Your Dead"
The arena is engulfed in darkness, with the exception of the flashes from camera in the crowd. Finally, Stryker Graff's voice fills the arena...
Your Dark Prince...
Has Returned...
A single light shines on the stage, and standing in the middle of the light, is "The Dark Prince" Stryker Graff. With a look of determination, he cracks that trademark smile of his and makes his way down to the ringside area. He slides under the bottom rope and stands in the middle of the ring, where he spreads his arms out, calling for the lights to shine back on.
The two circle each other warily, mentally sizing each other up and waiting for the bell to ring, when the crowd suddenly shifts toward upset and negative. Casanova slides into the ring with a blood-encrusted steel chair, and with two quick shots, drop Jay and then Stryker Graff. Graff rises quickly off the mat, only for Cas to turn the chair sideways, and swing it several times into Graff's ribs. By the time Graff is motionless and dripping blood from his lips, Jay has risen. Cas smashes her in the face with the chair, dropping her again.
The vampire looks around, giving a sick smile for the booing crowd, before laying the chair across Jay's face and double stomping it. She stops struggling, as Casanova motions for a microphone.
Casanova: Consider this a message, Mr. Turner. Like a vicious tornado, a monstrous hurricane, tonight starts a path of devastation that culminates in your own destruction. Stryker Graff wants to know if you've got some unfractured ribs he can borrow. Jay needs some pocket change to have her face restored to something resembling human. One by one, my wrath will be felt, messages will be sent, until this entire federation cannot ignore the obvious. Mr. Turner...your time is running out.
Glancing over his shoulder, Casanova sees the referee crouching over Jay, motioning for medical assistance. Cas drops his steel chair, turning suddenly to race toward the two. With a sickening collision, Cas blasts the referee straight in the face with a running knee. The referee slumps to the mat, joining Graff and Jay in unconsciousness.
Casanova: There's only one question brewing...and since it's the first thing the overly verbose Mr. Turner will return to harping on, it's going to be addressed. If I have a problem with Declan Turner...why am I attacking referees, and SW has-beens? It's because Mr. Turner, this really isn't all...about...you. I could shorten things up considerably, and just go after you right out, instead of making everyone around me feel my wrath. I'm not going to do that though, Mr. Turner. If possible, I'd break and batter everyone in this god damned place on my way to you. It isn't a matter of putting obstacles between us. It isn't a matter of cowardice. What it is, is making the most of my vengeance. When your day comes, Mr. Turner, it won't be a question among the people, among the workers, of who will come out on top. It will have already been settled, from the carnage resulting on the way to you, the blood spilled, the bones broken, that the sound of the chair shots drawing closer and closer, Mr. Turner, is just...
The vampire's tone drops to a whisper.
Casanova: ...your...Destiny...Calling.
The crowd booing nearly drowns out his words, as Casanova drops the microphone to the mat, and slides out of the ring, bloodied chair still in hand.
Winner: n/a
Members of Sin Wrestling and its officials are without a clue to the whereabouts of Hall of Famer and former World Champion, Morgana. Officials say that they have left calls that have not been responded to; and even the people closest to her are not saying where she is.
People within the ranks of Sin Wrestling have been worried sick about her, after the brutal attack she received at Back to School 5, from an unknown assailt. At present time, a search is underway for both the aggressor and the victim, who checked herself out of a Miami hospital within hours of being brought in.
The identity of the attacker may only be known to Morgana, whom everyone hopes will soon step forward, allowing us to bring him/her into proper justice. Rumors of Morgana sightings have been coming in daily, with one photo showing her standing in the background of a photo with actor, David Duchovny, famous for his role as "Fox Mulder" in the X-Files.
Coincidentally, he has recently checked himself into rehab for sex-addiction. If there's any link between these two, it would surely be noted. In any event, here is the picture given to us...
Details of her whereabouts should be sent to Corey Page, the owner of Sin Wrestling, at (701) 555-9966. Any other tidbits may be sent to the Sin Wrestling office, located in Toronto, Ontario.
The image opens in the back, underneath an area blanketed by a tarp, keeping everyone underneath nice and dry. Ace Rodgers is shown standing with the recently-crowned Sin Wrestling Ultraviolence Champion, Sebastian York, who doesn't seem to be his usually enlightened self. There's a look of frustration on his face, as Ace goes to speak to him.
Ace Rodgers: Ladies and gentleman, I am standing here with the Sin Wrestling Ultraviolence Champ. Now, Sebastian...
Before Ace can speak any further, Sebastian cuts him off.
Sebastian York: Didn't you hear something wrong with the way you just introduced me, Ace?
Ace stops and thinks for a moment.
Ace Rodgers: Uhm... well, no. The last time I checked, you ARE the Ultraviolence Champion, no?
Sebastian York: That's my point, Ace. Right now, you should be introducing me to the world as the new... Sin Wrestling WORLD champion. Ultraviolence Champion... [scoffs]... you and I both know, that I'm better than this.
Ace Rodgers: Well, actually, I think Generic Heel proved otherwise at Back to School.
Sebastian seems quite taken aback by Ace Rodger's smart comment.
Sebastian York: So what exactly are you saying, Ace? Huh? [he starts poking Ace in the chest]. Are you saying that Generic Heel is better than me? Huh?
Ace sees that Sebastian isn't taking too kindly to his comment, and shifts uncomfortably.
Ace Rodgers: Um, not at all Sebastian. I'm just saying that Generic Heel was the better man/female that night.
Sebastian stares at Ace, as if he's just made the stupidest comment, ever. Suddenly, Sebastian lets out a low, sinister snicker.
Sebastian York: "Generic Heel was the better man that night"? Do you hear the idiocy that is spewing from between your lips? Any more asinine comments from you; and I'm going to swear that you're related to Declan Turner, Ace. Let's get one thing straight -- right here and now -- Generic Heel has NEVER and will NEVER be better than me on ANY given night, you got that?
Ace Rodgers: Well then, how do you explain his having the World Title and you standing here with the Ultraviolence Title?
Looking as if he's going to smack the taste out of Ace Rodgers' mouth. Sebastian takes an aggressive step towards Ace and then stops.
Sebastian York: Luck. And mark my words, Generic Heel is going to be running out of it, REAL soon.
Before Ace can utter another word, Sebastian pushes past him and storms away.
Johnny Storm
The lights come back, as Storm allows a shit-eating grin to the fans, which sends them further into a frenzy. Along the way, his mood becomes serious, as he slowly makes his way towards the ringside area, keeping his eyes locked within the square battleground until coming to its side.
Stephanie follows close behind, carrying the dragon-headed ebony cane that the fans have learned to be wary of. Johnny Storm hops onto the ring apron, steps through the middle & top rope and enters the ring. He steps to the center of the squared-circle, looks out amongst the fans, nodding as they continue their chants.
He unrobes quickly, causing even more of an ovation, as he then rushes to a corner, stepping up to the second turnbuckle, and throwing his hands over his head in a premature victory signal. Stephanie circles the ring with a smirk, taking it all in, while the fans react wildly. Next, Johnny Storm hops back down and then leans against the turnbuckle to await his opponent.
Chambers's celebration is short-lived, however, as Storm clobbers Chambers with a dropkick before the bell. Chambers spills to the ropes and hangs across the middle one as the referee reprimands Storm. Stephanie quickly dashes by on her way to her seat by the timekeeper, giving Regan a strong slap to the face first! Before Chambers can protest, the bell finally rings, and Storm goes to work with a quick forearm to the back of his neck.
Chambers curses at Storm as he tries to fend off Storm's punches. Storm drags Chambers up and whips him to the ropes. He bends down for a flip, only to get a quick Even Flow DDT from Chambers, who tries to put the match away early with a pin!
...1...
He only gets a one-count, and Storm slides to the outside of the ring!
As Storm recovers, Chambers dashes to the ropes and climbs the turnbuckles, attempting a risky moonsault to the outside of the ring, but Storm actually manages to catch Chambers! He pulls Chambers into a fireman's carry, then backs up and nails Chambers's back against the ringpost! He rolls Chambers into the ring before entering himself.
Storm smells blood in the ring and pulls Chambers up to a standing position. he bends Chambers's face down and clobbers him with high knees to the chin, then drops back to kick a dazed Chambers with a Superkick, "Electrical Damage"!
Another pinfall is made...
...1...2...
Regan Chambers manages to get his shoulder up at two, though!
Agitated, Storm slaps the mat in frustration, but looks to slow Chambers down. He lifts Regan up into a vertical position and hits a suplex, then holds his arm around Chambers's neck as he gets up and quickly hits a big DDT!
Johnny Storm floats over, making yet another pinfall...
...1...2...
Another two count! So close; but so far for Johnny Storm.
Standing up, he jaws at the referee, but that gives Chambers time to recover. Storm turns to Chambers, who tries a spinning kick, only for it to be caught by Storm. An enziguri follows out of desperation, but Storm smartly ducks, letting Chambers crash against the canvas!
Right away, Storm pulls Chambers's body up across his shoulders, then smacks him back down to the mat with an inverted DDT -- his "Fantasticator" move!
Once more, Johnny Storm makes the cover, feeling that this match is over...
The referee counts...
...1...2...3!
The bell rings, signifying Storm's arrogance is proper. He struts to the corner after getting his arm raised, turns and looks back at Chambers, who is sprawled out in pain, and smirks confidently before joining Stephanie back outside the ring.
The two walk backstage with a victory and a shower of boos; while Regan Chambers can only sit in the ring, not knowing what just happened.
Winner: Johnny Storm
Horror... absolute horror.
The camera reveals the panicked expression of an official. More specifically, it's the referee from Declan Turner vs. Casanova match at Back to School 5. As the camera pans out further, we see a gloved hand clamped tightly across his throat. Casanova's face comes into view as he leans close to the referee's face.
Casanova: Smile for the big screen.
The referee struggles mightily to even fight out several gasping breaths. Casanova gestures toward him with his free hand, before turning to face the camera.
Casanova: Someone's about to be made a trivia question. Shall we do this Jeopardy style? The answer is, "Who was blamed and savagely beaten for his role the outcome of the Back to School match between Declan Turner and Casanova?"
The vampire smirks, his free hand falling from view, as the referee's eyes go wide, as the sound of metal is heard off camera. Suddenly, the referee coughs and gasps loudly, obviously having been hit in the abdomen. Before he can react, a folded metal chair comes into view, Casanova shoving the back wide loop of in into the referee's mouth. He hollars and yells, incoherently, into the chair, as Casanova glares at the camera over his shoulder.
Casanova: Did I hear it? Somewhere out there in the crowd? Yes, close enough. "That...damn...ref..."
He turns his stare back on the referee.
Casanova: You lose this one. I'll let you decide how to..."bite"...it? The wall or the floor. One shake for wall, two shakes for floor.
The referee shakes his head in panic, flailing wildly. Casanova eyes him, confused.
Casanova: That was definitely more than one shake...floor? Eh, close enough. Floor it is.
The camera zooms out for a moment, to give us the bigger picture, as Casanova straightens the referee out to his full height. In a quick switch, his hand moves to the back of the man's head, pushing down hard and forward, while kicking the man's legs out from under him. The referee falls forward sharply, and the chair hits the floor first with a sick clang. The referee slumps to the ground as the chair collapses under him, skittering sounds as several teeth clatter across the floor. The camera zooms in on the referee for a moment, gasping and moaning as he clutches his face. After a few seconds, the camera turns upward, back to Casanova.
Casanova: That makes a beautiful backdrop for a promo, doesn't it? The cold concrete floors and walls of a men's room at a park, and the soft moans and cries of an injured official. Yes, they might be signs that something fucked up has returned to Sin Wrestling. Things like fear, retribution...vengeance.
He pauses, glancing down to the referee, whom he spits on.
Casanova: The era best summed up in a three way strip poker orgy between Morgana, Stevie Swing, and Declan Turner...that era is over. No more happy-go-lucky, I-respect-your-shit garbage, no more of Faggotry Inclined playing hard to get, as if he didn't want to be stuck between the obsessed tranny and its target. Let's face it, Turner, the biggest deal of your illustrious, "my dick title reign is bigger than yours" title era wasn't...even...you. Hard to fathom, isn't it, poncho? The Era of Turner managed to only set the high bar for ratings among female viewers from 13-18, and they were sticking around to figure out just what Stevie Swing was and where he/she/it? was going to stick it in Morgana. Let's face it, they sure as hell weren't watching to see you limp-dick it up with those two, or to, in a performance equally worthy of metaphor to sexual prowess, limp-dick it up to Generic Heel.
The referee appears to be rising to all fours, when Casanova punts him in the ribs, planting a boot on his back to keep him down.
Casanova: I cost you that match, right? It was all my fault, you were right there, without me, you'd be...fuck that, dipshit. You think porn stars bitch about the scene when another member joins up? No, because the whole point is to FUCK SHIT UP. Now you, ref, don't forget this. You, cameraman, get the fuck out of my face.
He turns, as if to leave the bathroom, only to literally run into Roxy Erikson on the way in.
Casanova: And you...Roxy Erikson.
The vampire seems drawn aback by Roxy Erikson, who is uncharacteristically dressed, wearing black pants, silver wrestling boots, and a black tee shirt with "ROXY" across her chest in gemstones. Her hair is even dyed black, hanging low around her face.
Casanova: Curiosity...that's all...why are you going into the men's room? I thought this fed already hit their Swinger quota.
Roxy Erikson: The lines are really long for the ladies room.
Her words were delivered very blandly, which seems to amuse Casanova slightly.
Casanova: Why so serious?
She lifted her head suddenly, her eyes meeting his for the first time, with anger behind her words.
Roxy Erikson: Are we playing famous quotes? Because I've got one...CUT ME BRUDON, CUT ME!
Her words are silenced with a hard gloved slap across the face from Casanova. Roxy Erikson seems completely unfazed though, meeting the vampire's stare with her own.
Roxy Erikson: Here's a tip. No one cares about Zimdela Brudon. If you really feel like you're some reborn monster, start showing it, and not by beating up stars from two eras ago, or officials. Hmm?
Casanova: I'll prove myself at the end of the night. Will you, especially if you're as sober as you look?
Roxy Erikson: We'll see, now won't we.
With that, Roxy Erikson heads into the bathroom, as Casanova heads toward the door.
The wind rages and the rain pours, peling into the ground, all around a local news reporter, who is drenched from head-to-toe. The reporter, wearing his little red wind breaker, stands next to the New Orleans levees, watching as water trickles over the edge, pouring into the city.
Reporter: Luckily, like Gustav, Hurricane Ike has not delivered that damaging a blow to the city. We were very fortunate of its increased westward turn, but it's not without worries. As you can see, we're still getting the outer bands of the storm-- and... --
Behind him, a monster plops over the levee wall, falling onto the ground below. The monster's eyes are squinting almost closed and there's a rumbling in its belly.
Reporter: What the Anderson Cooper?!
...Upo closer inspection, it is Booger that surges out of the water, topples blindly over the levee wall and smashes onto the ground below, nearly causing an earthquake. Standing to his feet, this unearthly creature known as Booger, holds his eyes, still unable to see -- thanks to Sebastian York, who poured some chemical solution into his corneas at Back to School 5.
Reporter: Who-- or what--...? Cthulhu, is this you?
Confused, seeing nothing but darkness, but overhearing the question, the constantly voracious Booger emits an unpleasant fart, prompting him to respond to the reporter.
Booger: Where the fuck am I? Is that you, Sebastian York, you title-thieving, handsome, metrosexual faggot? You think you're so pretty. My kind were mocked, I'll...
His stomach rumbles.
Booger: Arghhh!
Unable to continue, Booger lunges forward, thinking he has found Sebastian York. Instead, he knocks over the cameraman, allowing the camera to fall onto the ground. The last images are that of Booger swallowing the reporter, who is screaming for safety.
Booger: OM NOM NOM!
As the camera feed blurs, the sound of Booger smacking his lips are heard.
Booger: Hmmm... doesn't take like faggot. It tastes like self-loathing failure. Maybe I haven't arrived where Sin Wrestling wants me to be...
Booger walks off, while the cameraman runs away, fearing for his life.
Booger: That sexy little homosexual is going to get it for taking my title and my eyesight. I'm going to pour some ketchup on his tanned, muscular, handsome body and eat him. I will eat my pain away. GWARHARHARHAR!
Fzzzzzzt.
Wirh that, the sound cuts out.
The arena goes black and a low hiss is heard. "I'm So Sick (T-Virus Remix)" by Flyleaf fades in harshly, cranked up to its highest setting possible. An image appears.
/ the
destiny
show
i will break into your thoughts
with what's written on my heart
Scarlet fireworks explode in chain up to the top of the entrance ramp, where the flames form a ring of fire from which Destiny emerges. She sways down to the ring, an albino snake resting atop her shoulders.
i'm so sick infected with where I live
let me live without this
empty bliss,selfishness
i will break! break!
Handing the snake to a stagehand, she slides into the ring, reveling in the reaction of the crowd. She tests the ropes, motions for her music to be cut, and feigns a devilish smile.
destiny
fulfilled /
There's some shifting and cursing in the audience, as something is happening on one side of the ring, when suddenly the fans go nuts, as Declan Turner leaps the guardrail, having come in through the crowd, and slides into the ring! Turner stands over the grappling wrestlers, before shaking his head with a disappointed smirk. Taking each of them by the hair, he yanks the combatants to their feet, before crashing a headbutt against both of their heads at the same time! Leaving Johnnyboy and Destiny stunned in the middle of the ring, Declan steps to the side of the ring, reaching for a microphone, as he holds his Television Title belt in the other hand. The referee calls for the bell, calling the match as a double disqualification.
Declan Turner: You can stop acting like you're the only one who knows how to send a message, Cas. You can also stop acting like I give a shit about you. The first match didn't prove anything. Anything can happen. The second match, though? The one where you lost this?
Reaching over the ring ropes, Turner holds his Television Title right in the face of a camera.
Declan Turner: This is what says that I'm better than you. And every time people see this belt held high in the air by me...they all know that to be true.
Behind him, the competitors he disrupted have risen, and Johnnyboy charges at Turner with a clothesline. Turner ducks, spinning around Johnnyboy, before landing a hard boot to Johnnyboy's crotch, and then blasts him with the Southern Cross! Before Destiny can recover completely, Turner moves toward her, and cracks her with an axe kick right across the back of the head! The fans go crazy for Blood Money, only to suddenly turn around completely, as Casanova roars down to the ring and slides in!
The two adversaries meet in the middle of the ring, Casanova missing with a hard uppercut, and Turner counters by clamping a headlock onto him. The two struggle mightily, and crash to the mat when they trip over Johnnyboy, who is still unconscious from the Southern Cross. The ring quickly fills with officials and security, who finally wrench the two apart. Medics move in to check on Johnnyboy and Destiny Daniels, while Casanova is dragged from the ring, bleeding from his brow and upper lip, snarling and clawing all the way back. Meanwhile in the ring, Declan Turner rubs his jaw with one hand, while leaning over the ropes toward Casanova, holding the Television Title belt high.
Winner: n/a
Amidst the drizzle, Corey Page stands alone, admiring the view of the ringside area. He pays no mind to the rowdy, drunken New Orleans fans, finding it almost reminiscient of being at home. In his hand lays a slice of pizza, which he goes to eat... only to have Roxy Erikson step into view, outing her cigarette onto it.
Corey Page: What the God?
Roxy, not one to mince words, speaks up.
Roxy Erikson: Listen here, I want a guaranteed match tonight. I mean... no flaky stuff, you hear me? No disqualifications... no rope breaks... just a pinfall or a submission.
Looking haphazardly at Roxy Erikson and his pizza, Corey frowns.
Corey Page: No rope breaks... no DQs... no countouts...
Roxy Erikson: I didn't say no countouts... but now that you mention it, good idea.
Corey Page: Look, fine; whatever. I know you've had a rough time lately, what with your mother and all that. Go ahead, take your shot.
Just then, Roxy removes a blade from her side and holds it to Corey Page's neck.
Roxy Erikson: Don't you dare take pity on me!
Stricken with fear, Corey remains immobile, not sure what to do. Using his best negotiating tactics, he bemoans a tiny yelp.
Corey Page: I'm not... okay... please put that knife away!
Roxy Erikson: Hmmm...
With one hand, Roxy places another cigarette between her lips and lights it with her lighter.
Corey Page: Besides... your match is next. As in, right now. You should go...
Calmly removing the blade from Corey's throbbing throat, Roxy smirks and devilishly walks away. Left alone with his tainted pizza, an aggravated Corey tosses the food over his right shoulder, sending it flopping onto the ground.
Corey Page: What a crazy fucking bitch. Someone pump her full of lithium or thorazine or something.
Fixing himself up, Corey returns to form, trying to gather himself back together. Suffice to say, it's a difficult procedure.
On the screen, the faintest outline of Roxy Erikson's name can be seen in the lightest grey. One by one, bullet holes begin to fill in the name, making it much clearer to read.
The lights fade back on as the guitars come in...
She steps onto the stage, wearing a long black cloak. Her face half-hidden with the hood...
The crowd whispers loudly, in disbelief at her appearance and demeanor, as she makes her way down the ramp. She retaliates by spitting and hissing back at them.
When she reaches the ring, she tosses the cloak aside. She is left wearing black wrestling pants with silver gemstone encrusted boots, with a black wrestling top that has her name written across the chest with silver gemstones. She impatiently paces back and forth, waiting for the match to begin.
Going 0NCE!
Going TW1CE!
THREE times, I’m GOOOOONE!
Red pyro explodes in the form of two fiery upward torrents from the stage, as Theory Of A Dead Man's "Invisible Man" charges onto the speakers. However, instead of Chris Carson, a stampede of rabid fans, perhaps fifty easy, charges from the entrance and surrounds the ring, just about all of them making the ring quake as they stomp to the tempo.
Carson is part of that crowd, shoving his way towards the ring, not acknowledging the support he gets from his supporters yet. He climbs the stairs and turnbuckle, posing in front of the the audience and the crowd of "Creepheads" and letting out an intense roar, swinging his Impulse title high in the air. He turns to Roxy and stares a hole through her.
Carson wastes no time as the bell rings, charging at Roxy with huge right hands that causes her head to snap back. One left, two left, three lefts... Carson backs up and bounds off the ropes, nailing Roxy with a right-arm clothesline that sends her crumpling to the mat!
In an uproar, Carson screams at the audience, as he reaches down to pull Roxy back up by her hair. Breaking his grip, Roxy nails him with a forearm smash and Irish-whips him into the ropes. Carson, on the return, is nailed in the lower mid-section with a huge knee!
Seeing this, the ref is backing her up and away from Carson, as she hits him below-the-belt, doubling him over in pain. Pushing the ref aside, Roxy goes into repeated stomps and kicks against Carson's sides.
Catching her leg, Carson twists her ankle, throwing her off-balance. Seizing the moment, he stands up, bounces off the ropes and drops a huge leg across her chest, following it up with several stomps to the ribs. He motions to his waist mouthing the words “The belt is mine.”
Grunting, she tries using the ropes to hoist herself up. In response, "The Creep" laughs, bounces off the ropes, ready for a clothesline... but Roxy drops and pulls the top rope down with her! As a result, Carson sails over the rope and crashes down hard on the cement floor.
As he rolls around, holding his sides, Roxy climbs to the top turnbuckle, measuring the champ up. In a matter of seconds, she is diving off the top rope, landing atop "The Creep" with a flying splash out to the floor, splatting him!
On the floor, both competitors are seriously hurt. Despite the magnificent, yet self-damaging splash, Roxy is the first to rise. She grabs a handful of Carson's hair, raising him up to his feet. Backhanded chop across the chest has Carson grunting in pain and she takes a fist full of his hair and tries to slam his face against the ring apron...
However, Carson blocks it!
In reply, he takes her head and smashes it against the ring. Her face slams awkwardly into the apron, as he follows it up with an Irish-whip into the steel steps!
The force of the whip sends Roxy full body cartwheeling over the steps and crashing somewhere in front of the announce table. Carson favors his bottom lip, having his lip somehow busted open during the fray. Angered by this course of action, Carson begins to stalk his way over to Roxy, but not before he slides into the ring to break the count and slides right back out again.
The crowd is giving a mixed reaction of cheers between Carson and Roxy, as they both duke it out. Carson steps over the limp body of Roxy and behinds down to pick her up. A boot rises from her limp form and smashes directly into his mouth! She was faking; lying in wait and attacking at a precise moment when Carson's guard was down!
Collapsing backwards into the ring apron, he turns and climbs inside. Roxy is right after him, though; as she hops on the apron, jumps on the rope and leaps forward, catching Carson with a modified version of the Roxy Ride...!
She makes the cover...
...1...2...
Chris Carson kicks out with authority!
Roxy's body flops back on the canvas as blood trickles down from her forehead. Enraged, Roxy charges at Carson, to which he smiles and drops to the canvas with a drop-toe-hold, widening that gash by having her slam her face into the middle turnbuckle!
Seconds later, Carson pulls her away from the turnbuckle and rolls her up!
...1...2...
....No!
Roxy's foot is on the bottom rope!
Fustrated, Carson stands up, looming over Roxy's body. Suddenly a chorus of boos rises from the audience as Carson's ex-wife, Julia, saunters down to the ring with an unfolded piece of paper. Carson diverts his attention from Roxy, as he walks to the ropes to point and scream at her. Even the ref has taken his eyes of the match and proceeds to motion for Julia to go the back. Seeing this as the perfect opportunity, Roxy slides out of the ring and grabs a steel chair and slides back in.
The ref completely oblivious calls for security to remove Julia, waving a restraining order, from ringside and doesn't see Roxy bring the chair down across the back of Carson's head. She rolls Carson up, kicking the chair out of the ring...!
...1...2...!
Julia is yelling out, laughing at Carson's expense, while several officers come walking down to the ringside area...
...3...!
And Roxy wins the Impulse title!
Stunned and struggling to stand, Carson growls, as he rises to his feet, seeing the policemen circle around him, about to arrest him. However, he is equally surprised when Roxy Erikson pops him across the back of his head with another chairshot!
This allows for Chris to fall into the arms of the policemen, who roll him out of the ring and then escort him to the back. Following behind them is Julia, who is still yelling at "The Creep"; while Roxy Erikson is actually getting jeered for her actions, as she wraps the Impulse Title around her waist.
Winner: Roxy Erikson
LADIES AND GENTLEMAN...
GENERIC HEEL
Without music, Generic Heel arrives at the top of the entrance, having his newly won World Title strapped around his right shoulder. With a swagger, he/she walks down the entranceway, bickering with several fans. Upon reaching the ringside area, he/she slowly walks up the ring steps, gets onto the ring apron and walks inside.
Already waiting for Generic Heel, inside of the ring, is Ace Rodgers, complete with a microphone and several awaiting gifts. Ace gives Generic Heel a few claps, while Heel stands back, feigning embarassment at Ace's cheers.
Ace Rodgers: Generic Heel, you walked into Back to School 5 as the complete underdog; yet you walked out as the new World Title. Your thoughts on this?
Generic Heel takes a moment to think, even scratching his/her chin.
Generic Heel: Hmmm...
Thumbs up!
Ace Rodgers: A-ha! What was the first thing you did as new World Champion?
The fans boo Generic Heel, who happens to banter with them some more. Stepping up to the microphone, Generic Heel goes to respond to Ace's questions.
Generic Heel: The first thing I did, Ace; was eat a whore out of a cake!
Booo!
Ace Rodgers: ...Wow, isn't that something?
Generic Heel: Then I pissed on the whore with my vagina.
Ace Rodgers: Uh... what?
Generic Heel: Listen, I can't explain it, either. All I knew is that this is World Champion reign number 100. And I deserve a party; now give me my presents!
Ace Rodgers: Uhm... okay...
Suddenly, without warning, Ace's microphone cuts off. Generic Heel looks about in confusion. Someone's microphone does work up at the ring entrance, however, and that person clears his throat with a lukewarm, but receptive, response. Accompanied by his entrance theme, "Invisible Man", Chris Carson has decided to interrupt the celebration, much to the joy of the fans. He is still sweating from his previous match, but nevertheless, he continues.
Chris Carson: Yeah, hello? Hello. Heel. Heel! Over here, fucker!
Generic Heel is mouths some curse words.
Chris Carson: Look, you know and I know that I was your best competition in that match! I deserve to be your first opponent to defend that title! There's no Morgana, no Stevie Swing, no Extreme...hell, Yorkie and Dicklan have their own things to worry about. Face me for the...!
Carson doesn't have the time to finish, as suddenly there is a scream from the seats by the entrance ramp. A familiar face hops in her spot, pointing a finger at Carson. Yes, it's Carson's ex, Julia again.
Julia: Ah! He's stalking me! Somebody! Chris Carson is violating his restraining order!
Julia sobs while the crowd starts to boo. hard to say if it's at Julia or Carson, but Carson just drops his microphone and points his finger back at Julia.
Chris Carson: You know that's bullshit!
Julia: Now he's yelling at me! Somebody! Officer! He's going to rape me! Boo hoo! Woe is meeee!
Carson sneers as Julia sobs into her hands. Soon, some of New Orleans' finest are by Carson's side and standing in between the feuding exes. Carson just sneers to himself, glancing once at a confused Generic Heel, then gets pulled by the two policemen towards the backstage curtains. Carson just curses aloud, trying to pull away from the officers, but gets escorted backstage forcefully. Julia starts to laugh to herself after Carson is led away.
Generic Heel: What the fuck is going on? How dare that geriatric, woman-hating fagrot interrupt my celebration! Are you behind this, Ace?
Ace shakes his head -- no.
Ace Rodgers: N- no.
Generic Heel: If he wants a shot, he'll have to beat me, first. I'll take on all comers. I'm a Generic Heel; I'm a bad motherfucker. Now where are my presents?!
Slightly intimidated by Generic Heel's shivering breasts, Ace Rodgers steps back, picks up a present and hands it to Generic Heel. Like a kid on Christmas Day, the present is immediately opened, wrapping paper being sent everywhere. It's finally opened...
Generic Heel: A t-shirt...?!
A blue t-shirt is removed from a semi-wrapped box, which reads "Nice tits." Annoyed, Generic Heel balls the shirt up and flicks it into the audience.
Generic Heel: What the fuck do I want with a shirt?! I bet that was given to me by Sebastian York. Next present, asshole.
Right away, Ace hands over the next gift. Generic Heel takes no time in ripping it open, while the fans heavily boo him. This time, Generic Heel pulls out a vibrator.
Generic Heel: What the fuck...?! A vibrator?!
He/she looks at the nametag.
Generic Heel: From... Roxy Erikson. What the hell?
Generic Heel stops for a second and begins thinking...
Generic Heel: Actually, I'll keep this one.
The vibrator is stuffed into Generic Heel's back-pocket. Yet another gift is given to him/her.
Generic Heel: Hmmm... pink-wrapped. Fuck pink.
Tearing it open like a child, Generic Heel quickly peaks inside... but stops. Almost stopping, out of fear, Generic Heel continues to look down, not knowing how to react. The camera peers inside the box...
A single rose sits inside of it. Instead of red petals, however; the rose has pink petals. Generic Heel continues to stand, not sure how to react, a look of fear on his/her lips.
"Wolf Like Me" by TV on the Radio hits; and Generic Heel drops the box, keeping the pink-petaled rose inside.
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!
...Out of nowhere, Generic Heel charges across the ring, striking Tony Millennia mid-celebration with a running-knee to the back. Right away, Generic Heel begins smacking Tony's face off the top turnbuckle. From this position, Heel turns Tony around, chops him across the chest a few times and then climbs onto the middle rope.
Up here, Generic Heel starts kicking at him, striking him repeatedly. Hopping down, he/she whips Tony across the ring, whipping him into the opposite corner. Charging in, Generic Heel tries to monkey-flip the former World Champ over, but Tony holds his ground.
Hanging onto the top rope, Tony makes Generic Heel roll back. Watching him/her roll upwards, Tony runs ahead, trying for a lariat; but Generic Heel ducks under it and goes for a backslide-pinfall...
As usual, the referee counts...
...1...2...
However, Tony Millennia kicks out!
Promptly rising back up, Generic Heel defends against an attack from Tony by drop-toe-holding him. Right away, Generic Heel performs a Majistral-cradle, looking for another pinfall...
...1...2...
Yet again, Tony kicks out!
Generic Heel pops right back up, only to connect with a quick dropkick to Tony, which pushes him back into the corner. Stepping into the opposite corner, Generic Heel charges across the ring... and strikes with a running baseball-slide dropkick into the corner! Furthermore, he/she pops back up, slingshots to the outer portion of the apron; only to pop back into the ring with another slingshot-dropkick to Tony's chest!
Pulling Tony into the center of the ring, Generic Heel begins kicking at his legs, making sure to keep him on his back. Grabbing his left leg, he/she goes knee-to-knee with him, even giving him some spinning-toeholds to further the damage. As he is held in this position, Johnny Storm -- the same man that attacked Tony Millennia at Back to School 5.
Johnny Storm remains at the top of the entrance, laying back and watching Tony's cries of pain, as Generic Heel bends and twists Tony's leg around his/her own. Smirking, he continues to lean back, watching as Generic Heel gingerly lifts Tony Millennia to his feet... only to chopblock his leg out from beneath him!
What a bastard! What a heel!
As if studying Tony, Johnny Storm continues to watch, while Generic Heel mocks Tony's fall onto the canvas. Stepping into the corner, Generic Heel even goes as far as to mock some fans, getting a raucous jeer. Turning back around, he/she notices Tony starting wobble back up... and charges forward.
Pow!
Generic Heel delivers a superkick to the side of Tony's skull! The former World Champ drops to the canvas like a sack of dicks, while Generic Heel, the current World Champ, familiarly falls upon Tony, hooking his leg in quite a familiar fashion, as well.
The referee drops down, making the count...
...1...2...3!
Quickly rolling out of the ring, Generic Heel grabs the World Title, holding it high, as he/she makes it to the back, even taking the box with the pink rose with him/her/it. Passing by Johnny Storm, Generic Heel remains oblivious to him, while Johnny can simply shake his head, laughing at Tony Millennia's expense.
All in all, Tony Millennia has a sore leg; and he has just been clocked in the head with a kick. On top of that, Johnny Storm is laughing at him. Things are looking quite bad for Tony.
Winner: Generic Heel
Like a lost, hungry dog, the image of Booger walking into the picture is shown, with his nose sticking out, leading his way. His eyes are still blinded by the chemicals poured into them by Sebastian York, so he uses his sniffer to find his way to the proper area. Finally, he comes upon the pizza that Corey Page had been eating. The same pizza slice that has Roxy Erikson's extinguished cigarette stamped out in it.
Booger: Smells like Sin Wrestling...
Just as you guessed it, Booger picks up the dirty pizza and gobs it down, wasting no time in swallowing it.
Corey Page: There you are...
Corey Page walks into view, watching Booger chow down.
Corey Page: ...Are you eating that disgusting pizza?
Without warning, Booger reaches forward, throttling Corey Page with both hands around his neck.
Booger: Don't you judge me! You're just one of them pretty boys... like Sebastian York! Your kind laughed at me as a kid; but how's doing the laughing now?!
...Upon closer inspection, Booger's blidness has resulted in him accidentally grabbing Ace Rodgers by the throat; and not Corey Page.
Corey Page: Uh... I'm over here.
Booger: ...Oh.
Showing reckless strength, Booger heaves Ace overhead, sending him flying through the air.
Booger: As I was saying...
Corey decides to interject.
Corey Page: Your match is next.
Booger: ...I have a match?
Corey Page: Yes, against Declan Turner, Casanova and Sebastian York.
Booger: [with glee] Sebastian York?! I get to crush him like a grape! Finally! Tee-hee!
Slapping his man-tits, Booger stumbles off, looking to take part in his match. However, he's stopped by Corey Page, who redirects him in the proper direction.
Corey Page: Uh, it's this way.
Booger: Whoopsies. Say, you got any more of that pizza?
Corey Page: Gross.
Fade out.
...Unfortunately, he gets tangled up, making it difficult for him to get inside. It takes several officials and fans to push him into the ring, allowing him to stand and blindly wave his arms back and forth.
The lights go out as "Scream" by Avenged Sevenfold begins playing. On the SW-Tron, an image is seen and heard faintly, showing just the legs of a man walking down a hallway, apparently dragging a steel chair along, which is covered in patches of dried blood.
Woke animal feelings in me
Took over my sense and I lost control
I'll taste your blood tonight
Casanova steps out onto the stage, glowering over the audience, before striding down the ramp and ignoring the fans. On the screen, the image slowly trails up the silhouette of the man walking with the chair, rising until it reaches the outline of his shoulders and head, the eyes suddenly visible in flashes of red, as the image shatters like glass, replaced by "Casanova," spelled out in a trail of blood.
You know I make you wanna run from me baby
But know it's too late you've wasted all your time
Casanova slides into the ring, rolling into a crouch in a corner with a fangy smirk. The screen and music fade, as he adjusts his gloves and waits for the match to start.
All My Life I been searching for something...
Something never comes, never leads to nothing...
Nothing satisfies, but I'm gettin close...
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
The words MADE FOR TV appear on the screen as the lights in the arena slowly began to dim and "All My Life" by the Foo Fighters progresses on. An array of baby blue lasers shoot into various directions, moving about, in time with the rhythm of the music.
As the song drops in, explosions go off, as Sebastian York makes his way to the top of the ramp, rocking out to the music. He hops up and down atop the ramp before bursting into a full sprint towards the ring.
Sliding into the ring, he pops up onto his feet and lifts both of his hands into the air, drawing a huge pop from the crowd as pyro shoots into the air from the each corner. In another corner, Booger stands against the turnbuckles, waving his arms about, trying to grab onto Sebastian, realizing he is in the ring. He reaches out, hoping to grab onto him, but he only bumps into Casanova, who pushes Booger back, making him wait.
Watching this from the other corner, Sebastian York shakes his head, unstraps his Ultraviolence Title, which he begrudgingly wears to the ringside area, and hands it off to the referee. There's only one person left to come up, with the fans building up tension, getting behind their newfound favourite.
The arena goes dark as the words blaze across the screen.
Well, give us your sad sad trip.
I GET IT
IT ALL MAKES SENSE
YOU'RE THE PERFECT PERSON, SO RIGHT
SO WRONG
LET'S ALL LIVE IN YOUR IMAGINARY LIFE
Right away, Declan and Casanova meet, with Declan hammering Casanova with a brutal double-axehandle to the jaw. This knocks the vampire back, giving Declan the chance to catch him with a charging-clothesline, which sends him sprawling to the outside, falling to the floor over the middle rope.
Right away, Declan follows Casanova to the floor; while Sebastian York goes to quickly follow Declan, their neverending feud still fresh in everyone's memories. Unfortunately for Sebastian, Declan slips out of his reaches, as he hops to the outside. This then gives the blinded Booger a chance to reach out, grab Sebastian and club him across the back with a ham-fisted punch to the spine.
On the floor, Casanova and Declan exchange blows, with Casanova eventually gaining the upperhand, thanks to a clever knee-to-the-gut. From here, Casanova focuses on Declan's back, smashing him into the ring post; while Booger manhandles Sebastian York inside of the ring.
Trying to use his smaller stature to his advantage, Sebastian York tries to remove himself from Booger's clutches, but ultimately fails. Albeit blinded by chemicals, Booger maintains his grip on Sebastian York's neck, tossing him into the corner and feeling his way in after him. Placing his rear-end against Sebastian's front, Booger begins trucking back-and-forth, pancaking him against the turnbuckle pads.
Stepping out from the corner, hoping to keep Sebastian trapped against the pads, Booger goes to smash his rear-end into him again. However, before he can connect and plaster Sebastian against the turnbuckle, Sebastian ducks under his legs, resulting in Booger going back-first against the corner.
Standing up and looking out on the floor, at Declan and Casanova, who continue to eschange blows, even smashing each other's head off the apron and and announcer's desk, Sebastian mounts Booger and begins to climb-and-pound him. With the fans counting along, he hammers his fist into Booger's skull...
...1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...
At the count of nine, Sebastian stops, looks down at a dueling Casanova and Declan once more, shrugs his shoulders and steps firmly up onto Booger's right shoulder/head. Bracing himself, he leaps off Booger, using the fat man to project himself through the air, flipping forward, and taking down Casanova and Declan with a somersault plancha to the floor!
The fans remain on their feet, chanting hard for the Ultraviolence Champ, who feels like he deserves more. Standing back up, he stomps both on both Casanova's and Declan's neck and back, looking to gain the upperhand. Standing Declan up, he kicks him in the gut, chops him across the chest and Irish-whips him towards the steel ring post, which connects hard across the bridge of Declan's back!
Standing back, he watches as Declan stumbles out, waiting to make another attack. What he doesn't realize, though; is that Casanova has gotten to his feet directly behind him.
Unbeknownst to Sebastian, Casanova goes to strike, with what appears to be a spear. However, at the last second, Sebastian turns around, witnesses Casanova dart toward him and instantly side-step out of the way. As if he were aiming for Declan directly, Casanova charges towards his newfound enemy, flatlining him against the steel post once again, with a hard-hitting spear!
Getting right back up, Casanova unleashes some more stomps, kicks and punches onto Declan; and is soon joined by Sebastian York. Looking at the Ultraviolence Champ, Casanova looks as if the help is unwanted, giving him the idea to plow Sebastian down with a stiff right hand to the skull. Furthermore, Casanova kicks Sebastian in the gut, smashes his face off the ring steps and heaves him over the ring railing -- and into the front row -- with a hip-toss, sending fans scrambling everywhere!
In the meantime, Booger remains in the ring, unable to see what's going on outside the ring, only knowing that, at this point, everyone's on the outside. Floundering around the ring ropes, he moves into the nearest corner and reaches downward, where he grabs onto Casanova's hair.
Unable to move, thanks to Booger grabbing a handful of his hair, Casanova triesto tug himself off, hoping to maintain his attack on Declan Turner. This allows for Declan to slowly rise, notice Casanova struggling with the big, fat blob inside of the ring, giving him zero chance to hesitate, as he connects with a jumping-knee to the chest of Casanova!
On top of the knee, Declan looks up, notices Booger hanging halfway out of the ring, grabbing onto Casanova's hair, and decides to do something about it. Jumping up onto the apron, he delivers a leaping-knee to the side of Booger's skull, dizzying him, and then latches onto his arm/head/neck. Using all of his strength, Declan pulls downward, yanking Booger out of the ring, resulting in him spilling over the top rope and splattering onto the floor!
Narrowly missing Booger landing on top of him, Casanova rolls to the side, gets to his knees and uses the big man as a stepping stone. Springboarding off Booger, Casanova leaps through the air and tackles Declan to the ground, falling on top of him with a Thesz Press. It's here, in this mounted position, that Casanova is able to unleash a bevy of fists to Declan's skull, striking him non-stop, over and over again.
It isn't until Sebastian York, of all people, happens to pick up a ringside chair and heave it towards the duo that Casanova is able to be pulled away from Declan, who lays on his side, trying to keep things together.
Turning a blind eye to the violence, the referee lets the match continues, while Casanova stands back up, noticing Sebastian York, who leaps through the air with a harsh clothesline!
Popping back up, Sebastian York offers some stomps to Casanova, gives one to Booger; and even turns around, picks up Declan and sits him on a steel chair. In this position, Declan is struck with some punches and chops, allowing for Sebastian to climb back onto the apron and climb to the top turnbuckle pad.
In the midst of climbing to the top, Sebastian York is unaware that Booger is up on his feet, stumbling towards Declan Turner. Upon reaching him, Booger grabs Declan by the head, rips him off the chair and then presses him into the air. In the meantime, Sebastian York moonsaults through the air, hoping to land atop a seated Declan Turner... only to hit nothing but the chair, which folds beneath him!
Having inadvertently damaged York, the man that beat him for the Ultraviolence Title, Booger press slams Declan Turner back into the ring. Blinded and still unaware of his surroundings, Booger goes to climb back inside; but as he climbs onto the apron, he is struck from behind with a demolishing chairshot to the back! This shot leaves Booger hung out to dry over the middle rope, putting him in prime position for Casanova, who stands on the apron and climbs onto the top rope.
Within seconds, Casanova is leaping off the top rope, extending his right leg and crashes down onto the back of Booger's head with a flying guillotine-legdrop, as he remains hung-out across the middle rope. After dispensing the legdrop, Casanova stands back up, making sure that Booger remains tangled in the ropes. He turns back around...
...only to walk directly into a jumping spin-kick from Declan Turner!
Casanova drops onto his back, unable to protect himself from Declan's kick, while Sebastian York pulls himself out of the rubble of the smashed chair. Grimacing, he climbs onto the apron, just in time to see Declan spin-kick Casanova in the jaw. Quickly escalating to the top turnbuckle pad, he pays no mind to a hung-up Booger, and decides to launch himself off the top rope...
Diving at Declan with a flying-crossbody, Sebastian York connects and hooks a leg...
...1...2...
However, at the count of two, Declan is able to roll his way out of the pinfall, with his clutches maintained properly on York.
Right away, Declan unloads with a fast-paced right-hook, which grazes against Sebastian's jaw, catching him by complete surprise. Up next, Declan turns York around, waistlocks him and German suplxes him!
And then he hits another German suplex...
...and another German suplex...
...and another...
...and another...
Rolling up, he goes for another; but Casanova swoops in, hoping to hit a superkick. Despite feeling overwhelmed by the suplexes, Sebastian York has enough wits to enable him to duck down, allowing for Casanova to superkick Declan Turner in the face!
Out of nowhere, Sebastian York then reaches behind him, latches onto Casanova's head and hits a hangman's neckbreaker!
A cover is made...!
...1...2...
Casanova is able to kickout!
Stumbling out of nowhere is Booger, who has finally untangled himself from the ropes and is still trying to find Sebastian York. Overhearing the slapping of the mat from the referee, Booger believes he has things figured out.
Up...
and...
Down!
Delivering a splash onto the referee, Booger figures he has squished Sebastian York! Instead, he has simply rendered the referee useless; possibly even breaking a few of his ribs. To make matters worse, Booger happily squishes the referee, almost humping him, believing he has Sebastian York beneath him.
This lack of referee leads to Declan Turner, whilst holding his face, rolling to the floor, grabbing another chair and rolls inside with it. In a matter of seconds, Declan is striking anything that moves.
First, he smashes the chair against the back of Booger, making him roar angrily out in pain and horror.
Next, he jabs the edge of it into Sebastian York's lower back, following that up by slamming it against Sebastian's shoulder.
Once he has Sebastian York rolled out to the floor, he steps back, waiting for Casanova to rise. With redemption in his eyes, he tosses the chair towards Casanova, who catches it with both hands. Circling around, Declan nails the chair with a roaring-elbow that smashes the chair into Casanova's face, gushing blood everywhere!
Dropping down, thinking he has the match won, Declan hooks Casanova's legs...
...
But the referee remains on the canvas, holding his ribcage, barely able to breathe! Unable to make the count, this leaves Declan annoyed and agitated, which is shown even further when he slaps the canvas.
Standing to his feet, grabbing the steel chair with his hands, Declan rises, strikes Booger with another shot with the chair and gives him some kicks, trying to wheel him off the referee. With one final thack, Declan is finally able to roll Declan off the squished referee, whom he tries to slap some sense in to, not noticing that Sebastian York is sliding in behind him.
Sebastian, holding his ribs, much like the referee, clutches a steel chair of his own. He notices Declan has his back turned, deciding to take advantage of this...
CRACK!
Luckily for Declan, he turns around just in time to realize his predicament. Thinking quickly, he slams his own chair against Sebastian's chair, going to a stalemate with the shots!
A second later, Sebastian turns around, ready to cripple Declan with another attempted shot... but Declan ducks it...!
Alternatively, Declan turns around, still with his chair, and goes to deliver a swinging chairshot of his own... which is also ducked!
Instead, Casanova pops up to his feet, bounces off the nearest set of ropes, jumps into the air and connects with a somersault-swandive clothesline to the two armored men, who go spilling over, managing to trip over Booger's fallen carcass, in the process!
Casanova decides to not cover Booger, who looks like a lopsided turtle. Conversely, he focuses all of his attention on Declan, who is now without his well-dented chair. After delivering a simple kick to the gut of the former World Champion, Casanova pulls him in, double-underhooks his arms and looks about ready to hit the double-underhook piledriver...
...but it fails.
Alternatively, Declan lifts Casanova up onto his shoulders, negating the piledriver attempt. From here, he delivers an Air Raid Crash onto Booger's belly, which ripples like the waves of a tropical storm. Rolling over, Declan actually covers both Casanova and Booger...
...
But the referee remains too injured to make the count!
Taking things into his own hands, Declan slaps his right palm onto the canvas once... twice... and three times; but it isn't an official count. As he goes to rise, out of breath and looking even more annoyed, he is quickly struck with a shining wizard from Sebastian York, who uses a last-ditch effort to get to his feet!
Having Declan too far away from him, Sebastian York decides to cover Booger, instead.
...
Still no response from the referee!
The Ultraviolence Champ looks absolutely livid. He's the only person moving in the ring right now; and he knows he should have this match won, but it's all no good. The referee is still on his side, barely able to breathe.
Taking things into his own hands, Sebastian York grabs the second chair he brought into the ring. Lifting it up, he gives a few kicks to Booger, making him sit up. This briefly gives Booger the chance to get to a kneeling position... a position he isn't in for long, as Sebastian charges forward, obliterating the chair across Booger's forehead, splitting his disgusting, fat, bald head wide open!
Having laid the big Booger out, Sebastian York yells some obscenities at him and turns his attention towards Declan Turner, who is just now getting back up. There is bad intentions in his eyes, unleashing a flame in Sebastian York which has never been seen before.
In slow-motion, Sebastian York walks over to Declan, grabs the chair and then jams it into the Television Champ's midsection, doubling him over. Kneeling down, he thrusts the back of the chair into Declan's throat, choking him out and making him hopelessly clutch his throat!
The fans, who have no idea how to react to this, send a mixture of cheers, watching as Sebastian York holds the chair high, gives Booger one more vicious shot with it. Tossing the chair down, Sebastian York slips out of the ring, reluctantly grabs his Ultraviolence Title and walks to the back, leaving the other trio in the ring.
Leaning in the corner, Casanova sits against the buckles, watching what just occured between Sebastian York, Declan Turner and Booger. Believing it's his time to move in, Casanova rises, grabs Declan, hoists him up and then hits him with a double-underhook piledriver!
...but he doesn't go for the cover.
Perhaps because the referee is still not in proper shapre to make the count; or perhaps he has another idea.
Sliding to the outside, Casanova looks underneath the ring, pulling out a long, thick rope... with a cowbell on the end of it! Reaching into the ring, he hooks onto Declan's ankles and drags him to the outside, literally stepping back and letting him collapse on the floor.
Out here, Declan ties one end of the rope around Declan's ankles and throws the end with the cowbell over the corner turnbuckles. Going around to the end with the cowbell, he begins pulling on the rope, lifting Declan off the ground, holding him upside-down. He then removes the bell and ties the other end of the rope around the bottom rope.
The fans are in horror, as Casanova circles around the ringside area, grabs a chair and begins wailing away on Declan, leaving him a bloodied mess! With one last shot, Casanova -- who is also bleeding from receiving the roaring-forearm, laughs at Declan's misfortune, grabs the Television Title that had been on the floor; and even blasts it across Declan's bloody face!
Much to the hatred of everyone in the outdoor area, Casanova climbs back into the ring, chair still in hand, watching as Booger rolls aimlessly around the canvas, blind as a bat. As he goes to stand, Casanova charges in, delivering a running boot to the side of Booger's cranium, bringing him back down!
From here, Casanova gently places the chair on Booger's face... and begins stomping over-and-over again! Beneath the chair, a sea of red forms, deforming Booger, who is definitely unconscious. When he's finished, Casanova grabs the referee, gives him a few slaps across the face and drags him over to Booger.
Cockily placing his right foot across Booger's flabby chest, Casanova nudges the referee, who begins to slowly make the count...
......1......
Hanging outside, Declan wiggles, trying to free himself; but it's no good...
......2......
Blood drops to the ground, from the wound on Declan's forehead, which seems to growing smaller as time passes...
............3............!
As the referee counts the three, the jeers from the crowd grow louder, as Casanova shrugs off their vicious roars.
The final images of the night are that of a medical team coming down to check on Booger, who still has the steel chair across his bludgeoned face. It then focuses on Declan Turner, who is still hung upside-down by Casanova, who taunts him, laughing at the blood that has flowed from Declan's forehead.
With that, the cameras go dark and the image fades out.
Winner: Casanova