Event Date: Sunday, September 21, 2008
Theme Song: Strung Out - "Bring Out Your Dead"
/ the
destiny
show
i will break into your thoughts
with what's written on my heart
Scarlet fireworks explode in chain up to the top of the entrance ramp, where the flames form a ring of fire from which Destiny emerges. She sways down to the ring, an albino snake resting atop her shoulders.
i'm so sick infected with where I live
let me live without this
empty bliss,selfishness
i will break! break!
Handing the snake to a stagehand, she slides into the ring, reveling in the reaction of the crowd. She tests the ropes, motions for her music to be cut, and feigns a devilish smile.
destiny
fulfilled /
The lights 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.
The rowdy Oklahoma fans jeer towards Casanova, who has shown no stepping down in his rampage against Declan Turner. Not minding these boos one bit, he charges towards Destiny Daniels, who's barely ready to get things started.
Right away, Casanova kicks her in the gut and then knees her. After delivering a flurry of forearms and elbows, he backs her against the ropes and Irish-whips her out... delivering a powerslam upon her rebound!
Wasting no time, Casanova rises to his feet, lifting Destiny up with him, enabling him to toss her into the corner and strike with some back-elbows. Whipping her across the ring, he goes to follow in, but she is able to push herself off the top turnbuckle pad and go up-and-over him. Unfortunately for her, she lands directly on her feet, only to receive a brutal raring-elbow in the face!
Almost knocking Destiny out of her boots, Casanova is quick to lift her back up, whip her into the ropes and catch her upon the rebound with a Flapjack, driving her face-first into the canvas! Standing back, listening to the jeers from the fans, he gives her some time to rise to a hunched position and then launches himself forward...
...only to return with a hard Yakuza Kick to the temple of Destiny!
Her body flips through the air, twisting and contorting around, unable to control her motions. She lands with a thud on the canvas, with Casanova quickly scooping her back up, laughing in her face. As she tries to defend herself with some kicks, Casanova shrugs the shots off, chops her across the throat and then begins choking her with both hands.
Casanova hoists Destiny into the air, having her kick and squirm, trying to free herself. However, before long, he traverses forward, charging ahead and heaves Destiny Daniels, the former World Champ, over the top rope! She goes tumbling to the floor, landing in a massive heap!
Seeing her unable to move, the referee begins counting her out...
...1...2...3...4...5...6...
Casanova goes into the corner, requests the microphone and taps it...
...7...8...9...10!
And that's it! The referee calls for the bell, thus counting Destiny Daniels out.
A roar of boos pour in onto Casanova, who has his hand lifted into the air, only to quickly pull away again. Walking over to the ropes, he points down at Destiny Daniels and begins talking into the microphone.
Casanova: Declan Turner... that...
He continues pointing, even getting the camera to focus on Destiny, who is writhing in pain.
Casanova: That is a preview of things for you tonight. I have plans... special plans for you...
The fans jeer even more...
Casanova: And nothing -- and no one -- not even these horrid fans can save you.
Throwing down the microphone, Casanova exits the ring and walks to the back. In the meantime, several referees and medics are forced to check on Destiny Daniels, her health being in question.
Winner: Casanova
Stumbling into view, looking like a complete wreck, complete with a missing nose, is the large, ornery, disgusting man known as Booger. Blind as a bat, he bumps into walls and into several cowboy statues, spilling them over, shattering them. Several museum workers hustle over, trying to clean up the mess, but Booger walks into them and flicks them away like a hardened, rolled-up snot.
Booger: Aughhhhh...
Lacking a nose, thanks to Casanova, who smashed it off him, Booger steps forward, not having a clue where he's going. He holds his stomach, as if he were an old pregnant lady, he lets out a smelly fart; something so odourous that it causes everyone to run off.
Booger: My belly... it hurts... I'm sick. I'm soooo sickkkk...
He goes to vomit... soon realizing it's only dry-heaves.
Booger: Ughhh.... Sebastian York did this. I'll kill him. I'll eat him. First, I'll eat that handsome fag, Stryker Graff; and then I'll eat Sebastian York. They're both so handsome. I hope they're not wearing too much Tag Bodyspray...
Another sour rumbling is heard in his belly.
Booger: Ugh.... oh no... I'm sick...
Booger keeps stumbling off, hoping to eventually find the ringside area.
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 bell rings, as the two competitors face each other from opposite corners. Booger licks his lips with anticipation, before blindly charging across the ring, looking to completely smush Stryker Graff with a huge avalanche splash.
Unfortunately, Stryker sees this coming a few minutes in advance, and Booger crashes into the turnbuckle, nearly collapsing the ring, and completely knocking the wind out of himself. Stryker quickly takes advantage though, and with several hard strikes to Booger's abdomen, hunches the monster over. Rearing back, Graff lunges forward, spiking a knee into Booger's face that would've smashed his nose flat...if it weren't already gone.
With Booger still leaning in the corner, Stryker Graff steps onto the ropes, before locking onto Booger's head and lunging forward, planting the behemoth to the mat in the middle of the ring with a bulldog! With an immense show of effort, Graff finally turns Booger over, going for the cover.
...1...2...
The blinded beast, perhaps smelling food from somewhere in the audience, regains some awareness, and clenches onto Graff tightly and attempts to roll over with him, reversing the cover into one of his own! However, Graff wisely realizes that if Booger gets atop him the match would be over, and thusly scrambles away. Booger punches the mat in frustration as he rises to his knees, only to be knocked back down with a low dropkick courtesy of Graff!
Booger still gets to his feet, looking somewhat dazed by the dropkick as he backs himself unintentionally toward a corner turnbuckle. Rearing back with all his might, Stryker Graff bounces to the ropes and on the return drives a powerful spear into Booger's midsection, which bounces him back into the corner, looking pained, as if his stomach was upset.
Stryker, however, also suffers from the maneuver, rising slowly and favoring his shoulder, which apparently was jolted painfully in the collision with Booger. Graff makes his way to the corner, flinging Booger's head back with several punches to the face, before yanking him from the corner with an Irish whip! Booger's size, however, makes this impossible, as the giant reverses the maneuver mid-course, and instead flings Graff into the opposite corner, before following with a wicked corner splash that leaves Graff slumped and clutching his ribs!
After stepping back from the massive splash, Booger stumbles around blindly, before finally finding Graff again, and rakes his eyes, before bashing Graff's cranium with several painful headbutts. Stryker steps aside, looking to escape from the corner, but Booger catches him in a bearhug, and drives him back into the corner, crushing Graff's ribs again against the turnbuckles.
Stryker, while pained, is obviously still aware of his predicament, and even as he collapses to the mat, his eyes go wide as he witnesses Booger slowly lean over him. Booger kicks Graff, checking to make sure of his location, before making a small hop and crashing down over him.
Luckily for Stryker, he rolls out of the way, leaving Booger to crash to the mat like a beached whale. Graff fares slightly better, though he crashes to the floor outside the ring. As Graff rises to his feet, he grabs one of Booger's arms and slams it repeatedly against the edge of the ring, before Booger finally pushes him off, and Graff crashes back-first into the guardrail. Booger slides out of the ring, and flails wildly, clubbing several fans in the front row before one of his blows comes even close to Stryker Graff. The referee begins the count.
1...2...3...
Much to the amusement and horror of the crowd, Booger turns his attention away from Graff, and instead reaches under the wrestling ring, and pulls out a table! Of course, by the time the blind Booger gets the table set up and upright, Stryker Graff has since recovered, and cracks the hideous blob of humanity with his Final Strike superkick! Booger staggers, his ginormous weight perhaps being the only thing keeping him upright. Stryker Graff crouches and grips Booger, as if looking for a body slam, but it's not possible, as the audience jeers him for the effort.
...4...5...6...
Graff steps back, favoring his back, before stepping close and throwing a roundhouse punch to Booger's face! It connects, but does nothing to faze the giant but flop several of his chins! Booger takes a few steps forward, and crushes Graff against the ring apron, before rolling him onto the table! Booger staggers up the ring steps and onto the apron, almost crashing to the ground several times on his way over.
...7...8...
The audience gasps, as Booger leaps and almost misses Stryker Graff, but crushes him through the table nonetheless! Booger's impact, in fact, knocks down the first two rows of the audience, and is probably sends LA residents a thousand or so miles away into panic.
...9...
Booger slowly rises, a crazed look on his face that can only be roughly identified as hunger.
...10!
He seems oblivious to the referee, who gives a final yell to get in the ring, before reluctantly calling for the bell and the match as a double countout. Booger, however, grabs hold of one of Stryker's arms, and apparently prepares to begin eating Stryker Graff! The audience begins booing, and the referee attempts to stop Booger; to no avail!
Suddenly, only a moment before Booger goes to chomp down on Graff's bicep, the crowd goes nuts, as Sebastian York runs down the ramp, with a chair in hand! Although blind, Booger notices the change in the noise of the crowd, and rises to his feet, flailing to block a blow that he can't see coming! And sure enough, he turns the wrong way, as Sebastian York crushes the chair across his unprotected back! Booger wobbles like a bowl of Jell-O, and York procedes with another chair shot, right across Booger's head!
Still, the beast won't fall! York rears back, and finally slaps a hard chair shot right across Booger's gut, which promptly causes Booger to explosively vomit all over the first row of audience members, before finally crashing to the floor! Sebastian York places one boot on Booger's chest, one hand holding a chair and the other victoriously in the air, as the crowd cheers his battering of Booger.
Winner: n/a
Well, how about this? We've got an actual cowboy in the museum! Complete with 10-gallon hat, chaps, boots with spurs...and a few lasso tricks. The Western hombre spins his lasso about and tosses the lariat off camera and pulls the length back...only to pull the adorably wicked form of a familiar face. Chris Carson's ex, Julia.
Julia: Well, well... lookee what I found while taking a lil' innocent tour of the museum. One hell of a beefcake stud of a man!
The cowboy gushes and tips his cap.
Cowboy: Ma'am. I hope you're enjoyin' your stay here in good ol' Oklahoma.
Julia: Oh, I am! Such a nice place you folks have here. Plenty of warm weather. Stud men like you. I even like that new WNBA team Oklahoma City got.
Cowboy: WNB...uh...ma'am? That's an NBA team? We got them from Seattle.
Julia's smile turns to a sour sneer.
Julia: Oh. Well. Then it sucks. But never mind them. Let's say you and me Boomer Sooner somewhere? As in...boom in bed somewhere sooner than later?
The young rooster of a cowboy looks more embarrassed than anything.
Cowboy: Sorry, ma'am. I'm on the clock. But can you hold onto the rope for a moment?
Julia: Sure thing, Rawhide.
The cowboy starts to unroll the rope while Julia waits in the lasso loop. Her meek smile fades into a small frown as she understands the trick. After the cowboy unrolls the lasso, he hands the other end to...Chris Carson.
Cowboy: Fifty feet, Mr. Carson. Just like you asked.
Carson smirks and slips a fifty to the cowboy, then looks at Julia from a distance.
Chris Carson: [singing] I'm not touching yoooou!
Julia: Shut up, Carson! You better keep your distance!
Chris Carson: Oh, you better believe I will, bitch! 'Cause if I get my hands on you, you'll wish I lived in the next state over!
Julia: Just remember! Where you go, I go! I'm going to keep following you and making you lose your matches! You won't be able to wrestle ever again!
Julia storms off, while Carson just grins to himself, nodding wisely.
Chris Carson: Yeah, we'll see about that, chunky-thighs.
With that, the image fades out and we go to our next match.
TRANSFER MY TRAGEDY! my mind's aflame We could jet in a stolen car
Millennia waits patiently in the ring, not looking very happy at all.
The lights dim low, and suddenly the PA System come alive with the familiar guitar intro of "War Machine" by KISS. The fans go into a frenzy of mixed boos and cheers, as the blue strobe lights that they have become so familiar with over the years, begin flashing all over the arena, suddenly coming together to form one solid beam that falls upon the entranceway. Steam rises through the steel grating, and the silhouette of Stephanie Connor can be seen standing in the curtain area. The sound is deafening, but somehow even moreso as Johnny Storm steps through the mist and out onto the steel ramp.
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.
Storm starts laughing as he approaches the ring, and that rubs Millennia the wrong way. Instead of waiting for his opponent, Millennia exits the ring and charges at Storm before the bell rings! The two start to exchange punches while Stephanie quickly gets out of the way. The punches go back and forth, until Storm is finally able to stop Millennia with a kick, then Irish-whip Tony into the apron of the ring!
Millennia holds his back in pain, but Storm follows up with a high knee-lift. The bell finally sounds, and Storm starts by sliding Millennia into the ring, laughing the entire time. He disrobes and takes his time coming in.
Millennia is back up once Storm is in. He clobbers Storm with a kick of his own, then runs around Storm to try and lock on a full-nelson hold. He attempts a "Murphy In The Gun", only for Storm to get his own arms up and reverse it into a swinging neckbreaker!
The referee counts...
...1...2...!
Millennia pops his shoulder up right after the two-count!
Tony Millennia slides over to the ropes, while Storm just laughs at Tony's misfortune again. Tony throws a wild haymaker and misses badly, twisting his around. Storm claps on a hold, then hits a fall-away belly-to-back suplex. He keeps the lock on and stands up, trying to hit a second suplex, but an elbow to the jaw releases Millennia, who then hits a quick DDT on Storm!
Millennia goes for the cover...
...1...
...and gets a one-count... only for Storm to reverse it into a pin of his own...!
...1...2...
Kickout!
Storm's laughing has finally stopped. He starts to methodically work on Tony's back and kidneys while the crowd boos. He locks Millennia's head under his arm, and instead of hitting a suplex, he continues to pummel at Millennia's back, even when Tony falls to his hands and knees. Storm runs to the ropes, then bounces back with a two-footed dropkick to crumple Millennia.
Storm drags Millennia's form up, drops to the ropes again, then smacks a superkick to Tony's dazed form--"Electrical Damage" dizzies Tony, who falls to the mat. Storm goes for another pin...
...1...2...!
No! Desperation kick-out from Tony!
Johnny Storm doesn't look too happy anymore, then goes for the jugular.
He opts for the submission instead of a pin, stepping through Millennia's legs and locking in a "Fantastic Figure Four" leglock! Storm blows a mock kiss to the fans and a thumbs-up at Stephanie, calm and collected as Tony lurches about. He finally taps out, and the ref calls for the bell!
The ref calls for Storm to release the hold, but he does not, intending to hurt Tony. Millennia cries out in pain, turning to slap at the mat harder. Just about at the end of his rope, the ref threatens to overturn the decision, but Storm finally releases the hold. Millennia clutches his knee, all while Storm laughs at his misfortune.
He exits the ring and slides his robe on. Millennia is clawing to stick his head under the bottom rope, not giving in yet. Storm just laughs to himself and hits another superkick at Millennia's jaw, and Tony finally hangs halfway over the apron, out cold.
As Storm's music hits, he struts up away from the ring with Stephanie close by, and the medics...once again...tend to the ex-champion in the ring.
Winner: Johnny Storm
Sebastian York is seen at a vending machine, getting a beverage; when all of a sudden, a little hand is seen tugging at his shirt. Looking down, he views a kid standing to his side, looking up at him.
Sebastian York: What the hell? Hey what are you doing back here? You're not supposed to be here!
The little kid looks up at Sebastian York with awe and fear, knowing he is in a prohibited area.
Kid: I know I'm not supposed to be here, but I had to come and meet you, Mr. York! You're the coolest wrestler in the world and I was just wonderng if I could get your autgraph?!
Sebastian York stops, looks at the kid, and then a smirks. He places his soda on a table, kneels down next to the kid and receives a sharpie, as well as a poster of York.
Sebastian York: Well, I guess there's no harm in that, huh?
Sebastian takes the kid's pen and poster...
Sebastian York: So, what's your name, kid?
Little Kid: It's Scotty.
Sebastian York: Cool.
He scribbles his autograph on the poster and hands it back to the kid.
Scotty: Oh, wow! Thank you, Mr. York!
Just as Scotty is about to walk away, Sebastian calls him back.
Sebastian York: Say... Scotty, want to do me a favor?
Scotty instantly turns back around, with a huge smile on his face.
Scotty: Sure!
Soon, Sebastian motions for Scotty to come back.
Sebastian York: Come here, let me tell you what you can do.
Kneeling down, Sebastian starts whispering something to Scotty, as the scene fades out.
All My Life I been searching for something...
The words MADE FOR TV appear on the screen as the lights in the arena slowly began to dim and "All My Life" by the Foo Fighters progresses on. An array of baby blue lasers shoot into various directions, moving about, in time with the rhythm of the music.
As the song drops in, explosions go off, as Sebastian York makes his way to the top of the ramp, rocking out to the music. He hops up and down atop the ramp before bursting
into a full sprint towards the ring.
Sliding into the ring, he pops up onto his feet and lifts both of his hands into the air, drawing a huge pop from the crowd as pyro shoots into the air from the each corner. As the pyro display dies down, Sebastian nods to the referee and waits for his match to begin.
The Masked Day Laborer slides into the ring, and as he gets to his feet, the referee calls for the bell. Sebastian York approaches him confidently, and backs off suddenly when he spots Johnnyboy also sliding into the ring! Johnnyboy gets to his feet quickly, lunging at York with a clothesline, which is promptly ducked and returned to Johnnyboy, which drops him to the mat in turn.
However, Sebastian York finds himself pummelled by the Masked Day Laborer, who pounds him into the corner with several stiff punches, and then lifts his boot high and across York's throat. He grabs the ropes for more leverage to choke York out, and finally only breaks the pressure as he sees Johnnyboy run into the corner, driving several repeated shoulder thrusts into Sebastian York's ribs.
The two Laborers stop the onslaught just long enough for them to double-hiptoss Sebastian York right into the middle of the ring, where Masked Day Laborer goes for the cover!
Not knowing what to do, or if there are pinfalls in Hardcore MMA matches, the referee shrugs his shoulders and drops down...
...1...
Kicking out with authority, Sebastian York won't let the count even get close!
He shoves the Laborer off, quickly getting to his feet, where he ducks a high flipping dropkick by Johnnyboy, who comes out of nowhere! Holding his attention on his actual opponent, York grabs the Day Laborer by the mask and shirt and spins, torpedoing him into the corner and crushing his shoulder into the ring post.
Refusing to let go, York then promptly yanks the Day Laborer right back out of the corner and tosses him through the ropes, where he plummets to the floor outside the ring in a heap.
Johnnyboy disrupts Sebastian from further attacks on his partner, however; turning him around for a hard punch... but York blocks!
He returns the favor with a punch of his own!
...but Johnnyboy blocks!
The old school countering ends with Sebastian York grabbing Johnnyboy by the wrist and falls back, sending Johnnyboy tumbling forward, and also through the ropes to tumble to the outside!
As his assailants lay stunned, Sebastian York slides out of the ring and heads over to the Day Laborer's pickup truck, and hops onto the back, revealing random trash and items in the back!
The crowd whoops and hollers as York pulls out -- apparently at random -- a fire extinguisher and an old-fashioned glass milk jug that he holds above his head!
Johnnyboy and Masked Day Laborer finally make it to their feet and quickly approach the pickup truck, as York has apparently violated their precious vehicle. York responds by leaping off with his hands full, and flattening the two with a haphazard plancha off the pickup truck.
All three are slow to rise, with the Masked Day Laborer crawling slowly around the back of the pickup, while Sebastian York gets to his feet, realizing that Johnnyboy is right next to him. With a horrid thud, Sebastian York clonks Johnnyboy upside the head with the milk jug, which doesn't even shatter!
As a result, Johnnyboy falls back to his knees, completely in "la-la land", only for Sebastian to give the fans what they are cheering for... by bringing the milk jug down on Johnnyboy's head a final time! And this time it does shatter, heavy glass shards exploding over Johnnyboy, who collapses, completely unconscious.
Sebastian York basks in the fans applause for a moment afterward, though; and upon turning around, realizes that the Masked Day Laborer is lying in wait atop the pickup truck! In each hand, the Day Laborer has long fluorescent light tubes, which he swings and throws down at Sebastian York! The tubes shatter over York, stunning him as he crouches, his arms crossed over his head to attempt to block as much glass as possible!
There's a break in the Day Laborer's onslaught as he crouches to pick up more light tubes, and when he rises, Sebastian York takes advantage of the moment to activate the fire extinguisher, spraying the Masked Day Laborer in a cloud of powdery smoke!
The Day Laborer drops the tubes, clutching his now-blinded eyes, as Sebastian York vengefully leaps onto the pickup truck, clearly angered by the Day Laborer's glass attacks. Before Masked Day Laborer can regain his senses, York clubs him across the face with the cylinder of the fire extinguisher, dropping him to the pickup floor. Sebastian picks up one of the unbroken light tubes, and stands over the Masked Day Laborer, glaring down at him.
In a smooth motion, York stomps the Day Laborer's abdomen, and when he gasps with the wind knocked out of him, Sebastian York shoves the end of the light tube into Masked Day Laborer's mouth! With the same foot that stomped him moments before, York then kicks the Day Laborer square in the jaw, shattering the end of the light tube in his mouth! The fans gasp in horror, as Sebastian York quickly locks in "Fighting Mediocrity," a Sharpshooter, and flips the Masked Day Laborer over to seal the hold.
The referee quickly calls for the bell, as Day Laborer is obviously screaming and tapping in submission, bright blood dripping out of his glass encrusted lips and down the front of his mask!
As the bell rings and his music begins playing, Sebastian York releases the hold, standing tall over the beaten and battered Day Laborers, holding his broken light tube in one hand, and taking his Ultraviolence Title from the referee with the other, as he slowly makes his exit to the cheers of the fans.
Winner: Sebastian York
Generic Heel stands in the back, trying on a suede cowboy vest, trying to look cool with his/her World Title wrapped around his/her waist. Flexing, Generic Heel kisses his/her biceps and pets a silver horse statuette. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door.
Knock... knock...!
Generic Heel: Who the Jesus is that?
Peeling off the vest, Generic Heel slaps it down and trots towards his locker-room door. Pulling it open, he views Ace Rodgers standing before him. Looking Ace up and down, he notices Ace hold a microphone in his direction, with a cameraman standing directly behind him, shining a spotlight at Heel.
Generic Heel: Holy Hebrew, Ace. Get him to cut that light off!
Ace Rodgers: But I want to interv--...
Generic Heel: Do it, now!
Ace Rodgers: But--...
Not heeding Generic Heel's orders, the door is slammed in Ace's face. Generic Heel then sighs...
Generic Heel: Ugh... it's so hard being a 190-time World Champion.
As he/she goes to step away once more, another knock is heard.
Generic Heel: My God... what now?!
Generic Heel turns around, pops open the door. Ace Rodgers stands there, alone.
Ace Rodgers: C'mon... just one question about last week... with the rose. You know, the pink rose...
Generic Heel: Ugh...
Again, Generic Heel slams the door in Ace's face and then walks away. Picking up the cowboy vest, he/she goes to put it back on; but is interrupted once more.
Knock... knock... knock...!
Generic Heel: For cryin' out loud, I said...
He swings the door open, halting when he sees the image before him.
Generic Heel: Who put this here?!
Laying before him/her is a pink cowboy hat. Picking it up, Generic Heel grits his/her teeth, slams the door shut and begins angrily trying to tear the hat into pieces... but ultimately failing. The last image shown is that of Generic Heel throwing the hat forward and then kicking it away, saying some harsh words before the screen fades out.
Going 0NCE!
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. He turns to his opponent and stares a hole through them, as the tidal wave of supporters retreats backstage.
Generic Heel walks to the ring, with no music and no flare. He walks straight out, with only his World Title strapped around his waist, with fans jeering him on.
Once he hands the World Title off to the referee, making sure to remind "The Creep" that this match is not for the title, Generic Heel calls for the bell.
Ding... ding... ding...!
The two men step toward each other, with Chris Carson applying a side-headlock. However, Heel soon top-wristlocks his way out of this hold, switching it over into a regular wristlock.
Shaking his head, "The Creep" instantly reverses Generic Heel's wristlock, turning it into a wristlock of his own. Overhearing a yelp from Generic Heel, Chris Carson smirks... only to quickly have his eye-gauged.
Pushing "The Creep" against the ropes, Generic Heel knees him in the stomach, chops him across the chest and goes to Irish-whip him into the ropes. At the last second, though; Chris Carson reverses the whip and instead sends Generic Heel barreling towards the ropes. Ducking down, he attempts a backdrop, only to have Generic Heel go back-to-back over him, backflipping over the attempt!
From this position, Generic Heel wraps both arms around Chris Carson's waist and pushes him ahead, looking for an O'Connor Roll. As they go to roll back, "The Creep" maintains his hold on the top rope and follows up with a back-elbow to the face of Generic Heel! This shot forces the World Champ to stumble back, holding his face, while Carson turns around ad levels him/her with a clothesline.
Sitting Generic Heel up, Chris Carson strikes with a soccer-kick to the lower back of Generic Heel and then stands him/her up. Backing Heel into the corner, Chris Carson strikes with some punches, levelling Heel into the corner and then whips him/her out...
Hoping to follow in with a charging clothesline, Chris Carson is taken aback by Generic Heel, who is able to push himself up-and-over "The Creep" and sunset-flipping him!
The referee makes the count...
...1...2...
At the count of two, Chris Carson uses both feet to jab into the side of Generic Heel's masked face, breaking the count!
Rising up, Generic Heel and Chris Carson go to attack each other. "The Creep" swings a punch at Heel's head, but it's ducked. Alternatively, Generic Heel jumps onto Chris Carson's shoulders, trying for a Victory Roll... but "The Creep" pushes him off.
Landing on his/her feet, Generic Heel swings his arm backward, trying to lob off Chris Carson's skull, but it's blocked. Instead, "The Creep" knees Generic Heel in the gut and then hits "The C.C. Crash"!
It's now Chris Carson's time for a pinfall attempt...
...1...2...
Generic Heel rolls out of the count!
Not giving the champ a moment to relax, Chris stands back up, lifting Generic Heel up with him. As he goes to perform another move, Generic Heel suddenly strikes with a hard, right-handed slap. Free from "The Creep"'s grasps, but still slightly dazed, Generic Heel bounds for the ropes, bouncing back right away. Seconds later, he/she jumps into the air and connects with a high-knee to "The Creep"'s face.
Stumbling backwards, "The Creep" falls between the ropes and lands on the ring apron. Generic Heel follows after Chris, trying to suplex him back in, but Chris holds on, stopping things from happening. In reverse, "The Creep" goes to suplex him/her to the outside -- oly to have Heel slide to the side, freeing himself/herself from the attempted suplex-to-the-floor.
Thankfully for his/her sake, Generic Heel stands to the side of Chris Carson, delivering a swift elbow to the temple. From here, Generic Heel Russian legsweeps Chris Carson off the side of the apron, smashing him back into the steel ring railing! A few seconds later, Generic Heel is up and is sliding back into the ring, listening to the referee make the count...
...1...2...3...4...5...
Inside the ring, Generic Heel holds his back, listening to the chants for Chris Carson to rise.
...6...7...8...
At the count of 8, "The Creep" gets to his feet...
...9...
...and then at 9, he manages to slide back inside, much to the chagrin of Generic Heel!
Angry, Generic Heel lurches forward, giving "The Creep" some stomps and kicks. Lifting Chris Carson up, he/she jawbreakers him and then follows up with a climbing-enziguiri! Kicking at "The Creep"'s leg, he/she tries taking Chris Carson's legs out from under him.
Going knee-to-knee, Generic Heel listens to the cries of pain emitting from Chris Carson's throat, following that up with a spinning-toehole... which "The Creep" instantly reverses by pushing Heel off with his right foot. This causes Heel to smash chest-first against the turnbuckles and wobble backward, only to be schoolboy-rolled up!
The referee makes the count...!
...1...2...
Generic Heel kicks out, just in the nick of time!
Up next, they approximately rise at the same time, with Generic Heel attempting a superkick out of nowhere; a move which has recently worked for him/her! But "The Creep" ducks!
Swiftly turning around, Chris Carson back-suplexes Generic Heel, barely able to lift him/her up, due to his injured right leg. Staggering to his feet, Chris Carson goes to lift Heel up... only to be interrupted by his ex-wife, Julia, stumbling out, waving the restraining order!
All eyes turn towards her, as she stands at the top of the entrance, waving the form back-and-forth, demanding "The Creep" to be arrested. Things are soon turned around, as "The Creep" reaches into his own pants and pulls out a restraining order of his own!
An expression of confusion and hatred spurns her face, which becomes awash with amazement. Even the fans laugh at her expense, as several police officers come out, grab onto each of her arms and begin to lead her away.
Laughing, "The Creep" turns around and sees... nothing.
As all of this occurs, Generic Heel rolls out of the ring, stumbles towards the ring announcer and grabs his/her World Title belt. Leaving amidst a pile of jeers, Generic Heel walks to the back, strapping the World Title over his/her right shoulder. The referee commences the countout, while Chris Carson looks anxiously on from inside of the ring.
...1...2...3...4...5...6...7...
With Julia brought to the back, Generic Heel follows in her footsteps, Chris Carson barely able to believe what's happening.
...8...9...10...!
Just as the ten-count is made, Generic Heel turns around, waves to Chris Carson and exits to the back. The fans boo this occurance, while Chris Carson shakes his head, angry at what has transpired.
Left alone in the ring, Chris Carson gets a grand ovation from the fans that cheer him on, putting full support behind him.
Winner: Chris Carson (via countout)
Sebastian York is once again in the backstage area; but this time, he's calling out to Booger, the behemoth former Ultraviolence Champ.
Sebastian York: BOOGER! YOU WANT YOUR TITLE BACK?! I'M RIGHT HERE, YOU SON OF A BITCH! COME GET IT!
After a few minutes of yelling, Sebastian smiles; as he sees Booger down the corridor, stumbling along blindly.
Sebastian York: THAT'S IT, COME ON, YOU GLUTTONOUS BASTARD!
Sebastian kneels down, and we see the little boy that we met earlier -- Scotty. Some instructions are whispered to him.
Sebastian YOrk: Alright, Scotty, I want you to stand here and do as we planned, okay?
Scotty looks at Sebastian with a smile on his face, just happy to be apart of Sebastian's plan. He nods, giving Sebastian the affirmation he needs; and Sebastian pats him on the back. Walking away, leaving Scotty by himself - with the monstrous Booger blindly lumbering straight towards him, like a wild pig.
Booger: I Smell faggot! ...At least I would if my nose wasn't ripped off! That means... it must be... Sebastian York!
As Booger gets closer to Scotty, the smile on the young boy's face slowly begins to fade. A taught sense of nervousness has kicked in.
Scotty: Um, Sebastian... you can come out now...
...But Sebastian doesn't show up!
Booger is now right up on Scotty and ends up palming the little boys skull in his hand.
He then lifts up Scotty, who begins fidgeting and frantically kicking.
Booger: Yes... go ahead and squirm, you little cunt faggot, York! I'll eat you!
Booger puts Scotty's head in his mouth, not listening to the boy's pleas for help. As he goes to swallow, Booger is taken by surprise by Sebastian York popping out from behind him, blasting him across the back of his skull with the Ultraviolence Title!
The big, stinky man goes stumbling forward, allowing the kid to slide out of his mouth, full of saliva. He gives Booger a second-shot with the belt, knocking the large man onto the floor, where he proceeds kicking and stomping him repeatedly in the head, slamming the Ultraviolence Title off the side of Booger's skull once more.
With his right ear torn off, Booger lays on the ground, hungry, damaged and bleeding; while Sebastian stands over him, looking at his handiwork with a slight smile on his face. He spits on Booger and leans over him.
Sebastian York: I've told you time-and-time again... that I'm not hard to find, asshole.
He begins laughing, as he steps over the fallen Booger and commences walking away. He then stops in his tracks and turns back to look at the
slobbery and shaken-up Scotty, who is lying dazed on the floor. Sebastian laughs and nods at him.
Sebastian York: Thanks, little man.
Finally, Sebastian York walks away, leaving the poor boy lying there, in a pile of spit and drool.
The arena goes dark as the words blaze across the screen.
Roxy stands across the ring from Declan, mouthing some words of discouragement for him. Just as he's about to respond by stepping forward, everyone's attention turns towards the entrance area, showing Casanova walking out from behind the curtain. A roar of boos erupt from the fans, who pour their jeers heavily onto Casanova.
Out of nowhere, Roxy Erikson surges out of her corner, attacking Declan from behind, as he had been watching Casanova make his way down to the ringside area. She leaps into the air and connects with a leaping-knee to the back of Declan, sandwiching him into the corner, smashing against the turnbuckle.
In a fit of rage, Roxy unleashes her fury on Declan, relentlessly clawing at him and even bashing his head off the top turnbuckle pad. As Declan lays chest-first against the turnbuckles, Roxy climbs to the second rope and begins hammering her forearms and fist into the back of Declan's skull!
On the outside, Casanova watches on with complete glee. as Roxy remains on the middle rope, even kicking Declan in the back of his skull, smudging his face into the buckle. Jumping down, she claws at Declan's back and chest and then starts choking at him, wanting Declan to pass out.
However, the more she tries choking him out, the more Declan fights back. Suddenly, he pops up, pushes Roxy's hands away and then nails a perfectly timed release belly-to-belly suplex!
Getting back up, Declan gets up to his knees, only to have Roxy quickly spring back up and charge at him, delivering a running-knee to the side of the skull! This shot pleases Casanova, who is still at ringside, watching as Roxy immediately stands back up, grabs Declan by the hair and unleashes a steady, stiff kick to the face!
Up next, Roxy sits Declan up, bounces off the ropes and returns with another running kick to the face -- this time leaping up, only to come crashing down with her boot in Declan's jaw! Walking around, receiving boos from the crowd, Roxy takes some time out to argue with a few fans, while Casanova yells at her, telling her to focus on Declan, who is slowly getting back up.
On his knees, Declan notices Roxy turn around... juts up to his feet and charges at her!
Bam!
Declan takes Roxy off her feet with a gigantic spear!
He makes the cover...
...1...2...
However, at the count of two, Casanova circles around the ring and places Roxy's foot on the bottom rope -- out of sight of the referee!
Declan, on the other hand, is privy to this. Looking up, he stands and goes to chase after Declan, but is tripped by Roxy, who hangs onto his right foot. This results in Declan dropping across the middle rope, allowing for Roxy to stand up and drive both knees across the broad of Declan's back, trying to choke him until he's unresponsive.
Stepping off him, Roxy moves back and bounces off the opposite set of ropes, hoping to land across Declan's back for the second time. However, before she lands, Declan darts to the right, crotching her on the middle rope!
Tangled up and unable to remove herself, Roxy desperately tries to free herself, only to have Declan connect with a quick right jab, followed by a jumping back-kick! This kick sends her sprawling to the floor, where she lands at the feet of Casanova, who picks her right back up and rolls her back inside.
Declan isn't going to let this chance slip away from him.
Hooking onto her, he bends over, lifts her up and waistlocks her. Nailing a bridging German suplex, Declan rolls through it and then hits a release German suplex! Right away, he makes another cover!
...1...2...
...but Casanova pulls the referee out of the ring!
The fans automatically call for the referee's head, wanting a disqualification; but all that occurs is the referee yelling at Casanova, who shrugs off his tattling. Unfortunately for Casanova, Declan stands back up, charges ahead and dives over the top rope -- literally doing a barrel roll onto him!
Fist after fist is sent into Casanova's skull, with the referee trying to pull Declan off him. This allows for Roxy to recover in the ring, shaking the cobwebs out of her head and removing a pair of brass knuckles from her tights.
Finished smacking down Casanova, Declan rolls back into the ring, with the referee slowly crawling behind him. The referee's slower advance is perfect for Roxy; as it enables her to pull Declan near her and then clock him upside the skull with the brass-knuckles in her fist!
Taken completely off-guard, Declan collapses to the ground, allowing for Roxy to cover him...!
The referee counts...
...1...2...
On the floor, Casanova gets to a kneeling position, smirking at what he sees...
...3...!
Tucking the brass knuckles back into her tights, Roxy Erikson stands, defeating Declan, the former World Champion. Casanova grabs both the Impulse Title and the Television Title, slides into the ring with them and hands them off to Roxy, who has merged them.
Roxy holds both titles high above her head, while Casanova straddles Declan, punching the life out of him. Picking Declan up, he nails the Destiny Calling, slides out of the ring, grabs a chair, flings it back into the ring and rolls back inside. The lights in the arena begin to flicker, while a noose begins to lower from the ceiling of the museum. Delivering some stomps to a fallen Declan Turner, Casanova grabs the noose and ties one end of the rope around Declan's feet.
The lights continue to flicker, as Casanova points up. In response, the noose lifts Declan into the air, leaving him hanging upside-down. Taking the chair he brought into the ring, he swings it at an upside-down Declan as if it were a baseball bat! Blood soon gushes out of Declan, while Casanova bathes in it...
Some more flickering...
Casanova traces his finger across Declan's flesh wound, removes some of the plasma and tastes it.
...The flickering continues...
Roxy exits the ring, still holding her titles, looking on at what's happening in the ring. In the meantime, Casanova holds his arms into the air; while Declan remains motionless...
The lights go out. A cold darkness spreads around the museum, chilling everyone to the core.
...flicker...
The lights finally return. Casanova is alone in the ring, with Declan Turner nowhere to be seen. All that remains of Declan is the pool of blood where he had been hanging; with Casanova sinisterly smiling at the events.
Fade out.
Winner: Roxy Erikson
Before Eternity goes off the air for tonight, the camera switches to the backstage area, showing Corey Page reading the news. Turning a page, he comes across the market section.
Corey Page: Hmmm... I wonder how the Sin Wrestling stock is going...
He scans up-and-down.
Corey Page: Hmmm...
He stops. His eyes buldge. Things aren't looking good. His face is pale, awashed with sickness.
Corey Page: Well then!
He closes the paper and lets it float to the floor. Walking off, he whistles sarcastically to himself.
Won't you lay hands on me?
But I bet we wouldn't get too far
BEFORE THE TRANSFORMATION TAKES!
AND BLOODLUST TANKS AND CRAVE GETS SLAKED!
Johnny Storm
Something never comes, never leads to nothing...
Nothing satisfies, but I'm gettin close...
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope 
Going TW1CE!
THREE times, I’m GOOOOONE!
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, unstrapping her Impulse Title, which will not actually be on the line tonight.
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