Event Date: Tuesday, September 30th, 2008
Theme Song: Strung Out - "Bring Out Your Dead"
"Tickets! Get your tickets here! Free tickets!"
September 30th's edition of Eternity opens up, showing Corey Page standing outside the hotel that tonight's event takes place. He is holding a wad of tickets in his hand and is approached by World Champion, Generic Heel, who makes his/her entrance into the building.
Generic Heel: What the heck is going on here? Free tickets?!
Corey tries to hide, not wanting his employees to know what he's doing.
Corey Page: Uh, nothing. You have a big match tonight -- a title match, you should be getting ready!
Generic Heel: But why are you giving aw-- wait, what? A title match? What the dicks?
Corey Page: You heard me! Sputtering some curse words, Generic Heel stomps forward, not wanting to defend his/her title.
Generic Heel: But I got away from his last week! I'm not defending! Why should I?! Ugh...!
Making sure Generic Heel is clear out of sight, Corey looks over his shoulder, watching as he slams the door to the hotel entrance. He then begins yelling out about free tickets, wanting to fill the area.
Corey Page: Free tickets! Get your free tickets!
Some random person comes up, takes a ticker and wanders inside the lobby. Corey Page waves some more free tickets, as the camera switches inside the hotel.
Won't you lay hands on me?
TRANSFER MY TRAGEDY!
Through a curtain of fireworks, Tony Millennia steps out to rampant roaring from the crowd, his eyes set on the ring cast before him.my mind's aflame
We could jet in a stolen car
But I bet we wouldn't get too far
BEFORE THE TRANSFORMATION TAKES!
AND BLOODLUST TANKS AND CRAVE GETS SLAKED!
The lights go out, as "Critical Acclaim" by Avenged Sevenfold plays on the speakers.
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, dragging both the Impulse and Television title behind her, one in each hand. She retaliates by spitting and hissing back at the crowd.
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 outside the ring, still holding the titles, waiting for a spot to enter.
Tony looks impatient, still a little woozy from the beating he took the last week. Roxy teases a step into the ring, then drops back. The referee threatens to ring the bell, but only gets more hisses from Roxy.
Tony finally can't wait much longer. He bounces off of the far rope and leapfrogs over the ref, then tries to fly over the top rope. Roxy is actually ready, however, dropping the TV Title by her side and whipping the Impulse Title up, catching the gold right across Tony's face!
Millennia tumbles to the outside of the ring and holds his nose in pain. He's already bleeding as the bell rings, and Roxy starts to go to work with vicious kicks. The countout begins, but Roxy slides in quickly. Tony struggles to his feet, but Roxy winds up with a perfect football punt, Tony's head snapping back, bloody nose even bloodier now.
Roxy sides out of the ring and shoves Tony to the apron. She attempts a flying chop off of the stairs to the ring, but misses as Tony dodges, sliding quickly into the ring, leaving a streak of blood on the canvas. Roxy quickly runs up the turnbuckle and comes down with a lariat that gets more face than body, her nails slashing across Tony's face.
The crowd boos as Tony is left punch-drunk in the ring, swinging at anything and almost hitting the referee. This leaves Roxy to go to work, more kicks delivered to Tony's midsection. After a few more jabs, she finally grows impatient from the crowd's heckling and bounces off the ropes to deliver her spinning bulldog finisher, mashing Tony's face to the mat.
Roxy would pin Tony, but instead drags hims to the corner. She leans him against the bottom turnbuckle and starts to knee him repeatedly in the nose. The referee demands that Roxy stop the punishment, but keeps laying it on, Tony's eyes rolled up into his head. The referee finally pushes Roxy out of the way and checks on Tony, finally ending the torture by demanding for the bell.
Roxy looks a little confused, but the referee holds her hand up in victory, shaking his head and telling her that Tony's out cold. The crowd boos even more when they realize Roxy wasn't DQ'd for the violence.
She sneers at Tony and wipes his blood on her hand, then pretends to snort the line of blood up her nose. She laughs at Tony's misfortune and steps down off the ring, grabs her title belts -- The Television Title; and the currently inactive Impulse Title -- and drags them to the back.
Tony Millennia slowly rises to his feet, getting a smattering of applause from the audience, even in defeat. The mood audibly shifts, however, as Casanova runs toward the ring, and slides in, unbeknownst to Millennia! A double axehandle to Tony's back knocks him into a turnbuckle, which Cas follows by driving several punches into Millennia's kidneys. Cas turns Millennia around, before leaping to blast him in the face with a leaping knee strike, his trademark Something Wicked! Tony slumps to the mat, clutching his face, as Casanova beckons for a microphone.
Casanova: This is what we've become, Tony?
With a hand, the vampire gestures toward the crowd in the hotel lobby.
Casanova: We're wrestling in a god damned hotel lobby, Tony. You, me, and the rest of this rabble. I'm not attacking you for facing Roxy, I've attacked you because you're part of the general problem here.
A referee steps before Casanova, getting between him and Millennia, which leads Cas to smash him in the face with the microphone, spilling him through the ropes and outside the ring, to much booing from the audience.
Casanova: You've let us fall to this. You let Morgana and Declan Turner rule the roost, with no competition at all. You've spent large sections of your fabled career laying on your back at the very sight of anything resembling competition.
Tony Millennia slowly rises to his knees, only for Cas to grab him by the head, and put his knee right above it, and then drive Tony to the mat face first under his knee with a solid thud. Millennia ceases moving for the most part.
Casanova: Jesus Christ, Tony, you've sunk so far that I'm not even here for you. How sad is that, the Hall of Famer Tony Millennia, fallen so far as to be brought low just incidentally, along the way, so to speak?
The vampire gets low, crawling down to mat level, getting right in Tony's face.
Casanova: No, Tony, I came down to clear the air with all the pissants in the building.
He straightens for a moment, just for a few words, before dropping again.
Casanova: That would be all of you, fuckheads. What I'm doing is making things painfully easy for all the tards out there. See, when people think of this pathetic era in Sin Wrestling, who are they going to think of, Tony? There's only two Hall of Famer's on the roster, Tony, that leaves me and you. You really think they're going to remember Generic Heel? Fuck, he's a future trivia question at best. Maybe Sebastian York? Shit, did we need to meet a Backstreet Boy fan quota or something? Chris Carson? People like Chris Carson are why people watch Cops.
Cas shakes his head slowly.
Casanova: No, Tony, there's just you and I. And you...you're a god damn joke. When Corey Page finally closes the doors on this shit hole, there are two guarantees. One, Casanova will have more wins than anyone. Ever. And two...Tony Millennia will have the most losses. Somehow, both will be in the Hall of Fame.
He pauses for a moment, getting to his feet, and yanking Millennia to his feet by his hair. Cas locks him in a front facelock, before ramming a knee into Millennia's groin, and then blasting him to the mat with Tony's own Ballistic DDT. Millennia slumps to the mat, clutching his groin.
Casanova: Take notice, motherfuckers. There's only one Hall of Famer on his feet in the ring right now. And there's no Hall of Famers backstage. I am all that matters in this place, and if this truly is the winding, slow death of Sin Wrestling as a federation, I will force my greatness down each and every one of your throats from here on out!
With a final sneer to the boos of the audience, Casanova raises the microphone, in a toasting sort of motion, before whipping it down onto Tony Millennia's back. With that, the vampire shoves aside another referee, before sliding out of the ring and heading backstage.
Winner: Roxy Erikson
A bellhop skips through the lobby area. Yes, skips. Gayer than a bear rug. He goes straight to one of the male guests, blowing past the female gusts.
Bellhop: Hold on there, sir! Mm-hmmmm! Let me get your bags!
That guest is none other than Chris Carson, who only has a carry-on bag to begin with. He looks bored at first, but then look a lot more homophobic the next moment.
Chris Carson: Say what?! Fuck that, I'll carry my own!
Bellhop: Oh, don't be shy, sir! I'll handle it for you! Free of charge! Chop chop!
Chris Carson: Fuck off!
Carson seems to be a bit more irritated, especially since he finds himself a few steps ahead of his ex.
Julia: God damn you! Why the hell am I at the same hotel as you?! You're violating your restraining order!
Chris Carson: I oughta be askin' you the same fuckin' question! You're supposed to be stayin' away from me and takin' care of Junior!
Julia: I DO take care of him!
Chris Carson: Like hell you take care of him! You saw what happened when you let your friggin' supernanny take care of him!
Julia: That's because YOU took him!
Chris Carson: For ONE hour! The poor kid missed me so much he was bawlin' his eyes out!
Julia just grumbles to herself and holds her baggage out to the bellhop.
Julia: Bring my stuff to my room!
Bellhop: Excuse me? What do YOU want?
Julia: You're a BELLHOP! Take my bags!
Bellhop: Look, honeychile. Unless you're this beefcake, Clay Aiken, or Barbara Streisand, you can carry your own bags.
The bellhop snaps his fingers and cavorts away. Carson laughs at Julia's misfortune.
Chris Carson: Bitch got dissed by a poofter.
Julia just growls to herself and fishes out her restraining order.
Julia: Look, you get rid of your restraining order, and I'll get rid of mine. Deal?
Carson takes out his order and wags it in the air.
Chris Carson: AND Junior gets to see me win the World Title?
Julia looks a little unsure, but hmphs to herself and hands the order over.
Julia: On TV. Like hell I'm letting him go ringside.
Carson sneers to himself and snatches the order, ripping it in half. Julia grabs Carson's and shreds it, tossing the scraps at Carson's face. Carson laughs to himself, appearing victorious for the first time in weeks.
Chris Carson: In your face, bitch. Tonight, Chris Carson shows EVERYONE that he deserves his title.
Carson walks off laughing. Julia just smolders to herself.
Julia: Laugh it up, fuckface. I'll be the one who ends up a winner.
The bellhop tsk-tsks, arms crossed.
Bellhop: Not with those granny knickers on, doll.
Ooooooh snap!
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 and "All My Life" by the Foo Fighters progresses on.
As the song drops in, explosions go off, as Sebastian York makes his way onto the stage, rocking out to the music. He hops up and down atop the stage 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 in the hotel lobby as he waves his hands, motioning for something near the ramp. The crowd gets louder as a staffer makes his way toward the ring with a shopping cart filled with various goodies! The music dies down as the staffer heads back toward the entrance, leaving the shopping cart by ringside, to the satisfaction of Sebastian York.
Suddenly the PA System comes alive with the familiar guitar intro of "War Machine" by KISS. The fans go into a frenzy of mixed boos and cheers, as Stephanie Connor can be seen standing in the curtain area. The sound is deafening, but somehow even moreso as Johnny Storm steps through the curtain and out onto the entrance area.
Johnny Storm
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 with York's shopping cart of goodies, 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 shrugs off the shopping cart, 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 the bell.
The bell rings, and the two circle each other warily, looking for a grapple. As they draw close, Johnny Storm fires a knee lift into Sebastian York's abdomen, and quickly wraps his arm around into a hammerlock. Storm wrenches York's arm for a moment, before shoving him forward, to the ropes. On the return, Storm lunges at York with a clothesline, but York ducks it, taking to the ropes a final time before bringing Johnny Storm down hard to the mat with a flying crossbody!
Sebastian York holds the momentum for only a moment, as Johnny Storm rolls through the crossbody on the mat, leaving him atop York for the cover!
...1...
...kickout!
York won't have much of that so early, quickly shoving Storm off and getting to his feet!
Storm rises, as well; and the two meet in another grapple, this one taken by York to the advantage, as he clamps Johnny Storm into a side-headlock. Again, Storm throws York off and to the ropes, and this time charges, too; meeting him at the ropes with a vicious clothesline, which topples both men over the ropes and to the hard lobby floor outside the ring!
The crowd grows loud and antagonistic as Johnny Storm is first to his feet, and eyes the shopping cart nearby. He steps over to the cart, quickly pulling out a stop sign and turning back toward his opponent. But York's right behind him, blasting him back with a dropkick before he can use the weapon!
Even worse for Johnny Storm, the force of York's dropkick sends him crashing into the shopping cart, as well, before dropping to the mat, stunned!
With menace in his eyes, Sebastian York stands over Johnny Storm, and kicks the stop sign away from his opponent. He reaches into the toppled cart, instead pulling out a thick leather strap! The crowd goes wild as York holds it overhead, triumphantly, before taking it down hard, lashing it over Johnny Storm's back repeatedly! Storm howls in pain, desperate but unable to stop the onslaught... when the crowd slowly turns to boos, and York ceases pummelling Storm with the strap.
Heading down the entrance is Roxy Erikson, with steel chair in hand. Sebastian York eyes her warily, as she lifts the folded chair, pointing it directly at him. He gestures toward her with the leather strap, as if daring her to try it, and she instead heads around the other side of the ring, where she sets up her chair, and watches closely.
York seems understandably paranoid about this, as Roxy is still close enough to easily interfere in the match; her warnings of wanting to own every SW title being heeded closely.
Finally turning back to Johnny Storm, Sebastian York is greeted with a stiff kick to the chest, and then a hard swinging neckbreaker right onto the stop sign on the ground nearby, courtesy of Storm! York is stunned, his eyes blank, as Storm goes for the cover!
...1...2...!
He kicks out... but just barely!
Sebastian York thrusts a shoulder up, which sets Johnny Storm off, cursing in frustration.
Storm rises, heading back to the shopping cart debris, before a twisted smile crosses his face. He pulls handcuffs out of the pile of items, with boos raining down from the audience, and cuffs one of Sebastian York's wrists to the shopping cart!
With York in deep trouble, Johnny Storm drops atop him, clamping his free arm and his head back with a crossface! York hollers in pain, desperately trying to free himself, but to no avail!
He seems ready to tap, when with what little room he has with his cuffed hand, he grabs the stop sign from the floor nearby! He can't get enough force with it to strike Storm and free himself, so instead, as best he can, he pushes it against Storm's face, cutting him open!
Johnny Storm rises to his feet in disbelief, running his hand against the small gash caused by York's use of the stop sign. He reaches down, clubbing York with several forearms, before stomping him in the ribs over and over. In frustration, he shifts York over the shopping cart and continues his stomping. York struggles, trying to block the shots, before finally catching one of Storm's stomps, and yanking his foot up, which throws Storm back, off balance. Sebastian York takes advantage of the breather, though, and flings the shopping cart up into Johnny Storm's face!
Johnny Storm tumbles to the ground, caught off guard by the flying shopping cart, and as he sits up, Sebastian York lets the momentum of the first strike spin right around him, and the shopping cart crashes into Storm's face again! Storm seems to be definitely out this time, as Sebastian York tosses the shopping cart over him, before pressing his weight down on it for a cover, all the while watching Roxy Erikson carefully.
The referee counts...
...1...2...3!
The crowd goes wild as the bell rings and "All My Life" by the Foo Fighters begins playing again, signifying Sebastian York's victory! The referee hands him his Ultraviolence Title, which he holds above his head, while staring at Roxy Erikson, who is standing and applauding him sarcastically.
York slowly heads back up the entrance, wary of Roxy behind him, when she suddenly folds her chair shut and runs toward York with it. Before she can even get within striking distance, York swings the shopping cart overhead, crashing it to the floor between them. Roxy's eyes narrow, as she holds back, and Sebastian York warily heads up the entrance, holding his belt up confidently for Roxy to see.
Johnny Storm, on the other hand, remains in the ring, facing his first defeat in Sin Wrestling. Surely, this won't go over well.
Winner: Sebastian York
Backstage, the familiar, irritated voice of Chris Carson is heard.
Chris Carson: Chris...Carson. People like Chris Carson are the reason people watch Cops.
The camera turns away from Chris Carson's face, revealing him to be saying the words to the back of Casanova, whom he has caught up to in the hall. Casanova turns slowly, stepping close to Chris Carson, and staring slightly downward into Carson's eyes.
Casanova: That's right. Riveting television, yes. Riveting wrestling...not so much.
Carson nods quickly, sarcastically, before smirking, and glaring at Casanova with a tight grin.
Chris Carson: That's rough, coming from the guy booked with Booger tonight. You're busy stomping Booger's face off, and making Declan Turner go poof...while I'm on my way to a World Championship. You know what? How about next time you go mouthing off about every piece of shit in this federation, you stop when you hit the name of the next World Champion. Tony Millennia? Pussy. Generic Heel? Nobody, after tonight.
With that, Carson turns to step away, before pausing, and continuing.
Chris Carson: That reminds me, I gotta jet. Gotta get ready for that, you know, World Championship match coming up. Don't let that stop you though, Cas, from beating up everyone who doesn't matter. Hell, I'll even give Sebastian York the heads up that you'll be on his ass next show, while I'll be World Champ.
A final irritatingly satisfied smirk in Casanova's face, and Chris Carson heads off down the hall to prepare for his main event match. Casanova grimaces in annoyance, before turning away with a scowl and heading back toward his room, glancing warily over his shoulder.
For now, he'll have to settle with Casanova -- the same man that broke and mangled his nose, resulting in it having to be removed. One can only wonder what other body parts Booger will be missing by the time the night is over.
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 bell rings and the two competitors stand on opposite side of the ring. Booger, barely able to hear the ringing of the bell, thanks to having only one ear, is the first to step forward, looking to grab onto Casanova. Unfortunately, he happens to grab onto the referee, who immediately begins prying himself away.
Luckily for the referee, Casanova decides to move, instantly kicking Booger in the back/kidneys with an unmerciful kick, which staggers the big man. Right away, Casanova hammers at him with rights and lefts, knocking the former Ultraviolence Champ into the corner, where he uses the turnbuckles to hold himself up.
In here, Casanova unloads with even more shots, striking the large Booger with a multitude of cranium shots. Casanova goes to Irish-whip Booger across the ring, but has the whip reversed at the last second. Slamming against the turnbuckles, Casanova stands, watching as the tub-of-lard and shit, Booger, comes tumbling towards him.
...Sadly, though; Booger's lack of vision plays against him, as Casanova is easily to escape the confines of the turnbuckles of Booger's sweaty, blubbery body.
Instead, Booger crashlands stomach-first into the turnbuckles, letting his stomach jiggle with incurable pain and agony, a sight which has been quite frequent as of late. What's causing these stomach cramps for Booger? Who knows. All that's certain is that Casanova is currently beating the shit out of him.
Just like that, Casanova bounces off the ropes and strikes with a running Yakuza kick, directly into the face of the fat man. This wicked kick drops Booger down to one knee, unable to keep his balance. Countering this, Casanova backs into the ropes for the second time and charges out, full speed ahead. Somersaulting through the air, he hooks on to Booger's head and nails a perfect somersault-neckbreaker onto the large man, dropping him onto his back!
Rolling straight up to his feet, Casanova barks some orders at Booger and then howls at the fans in attendance, making them send their grievances with jeers of their own.
As Booger gets to a kneeling position, Casanova saunters towards him, kicking him square in the skull, snapping his head back. Deciding to bounce off the ropes again, Casanova comes storming back with another running boot-to-the-face, which catches a blinded Booger by surprise.
Soon enough, Casanova has the large man back onto his feet, where he commences nailing him with some bionic-elbows across the back of Booger's head/neck. Howls of pain emit from Booger, as he pushes Casanova back, trying to recover, only to be met with a quick kick to the gut from Casanova... which instantly gets shrugged off!
Instead, Booger hoists his arms up and goes to grab onto the former World Champ... only to have Casanova duck out of the way. Realizing this, Booger turns around and makes another grasp at his opponent... with Casanova sliding between Booger's legs, finding safety.
Jumping up, Casanova connects with a leaping Yakuza kick to the back of Booger's skull, sending him stumbling into the turnbuckle pads -- his face smashing off the top turnbuckle. Following in, Casanova climbs onto the middle ropes and begins hammering away with repeated forearms to the back of Booger's skull, finishing off by then grabbing him by the head and smashing his face into the top turnbuckle over-and-over again!
Hopping back down, Casanova turns Booger around and whips him across the ring; the entire structure almost moving and collapsing, as he slams into the opposite corner! Seconds later, Casanova charges in, leaps into the air and connects with a high-knee into the face of Booger, the former Ultraviolence Champ, who has had his problems with Sebastian York, as of late.
This knee-shot results in Booger stumbling out, clueless as to Casanova climbing to the top rope behind him, having used the momentum of his strike to push himself over the top rope and land on the apron. From up here, Casanova smirks with glee, watching as Booger blindly stumbles around, unable to defend himself from the incoming thread.
Flicking his tongue across his fangs, Casanova leaps through the air, hitting a swandive clothesline from the top rope!
...but this isn't enough to completely knock Booger off his feet!
Casanova immediately pops up and follows up his swandive clothesline with -- you guessed it -- Destiny Calling! With Booger finally driven down onto the mat, Casanova makes the cover, even hooking Booger's meaty right leg.
The referee counts...
...1...2...3!
Standing up, Casanova has his hand raised by the referee, but quickly pulls away. Listening to the jeers from the fans, he exits the ring and makes no haste in going to the back, leaving a blinded, confused and irritated Booger along in the ring, on his knees.
However, he isn't alone for long. The crowd lets out a cheer as Sebastian York runs down, wielding a metallica wrenchlike object in his hand. Standing behind Booger, he watches him rise, steps forward and places the wrenchlike object onto Booger's pinky finger. Seconds later, Sebastian York is stomping down on the wrench and Booger's finger makes a disgusting "plop" sound!
Blood gushes out of Booger's hand, as his pinky finger lays in front of him, with Sebastian York gladly standing over him. Exiting the ring, Sebastian York walks to the back, holding the wrench, getting several pats on the back from the fans. The look on his face is pure determination -- as if he's sick of Booger and wants more.
Booger, on the other hand, screeches out in pain, holding his bloody hand and pinky. As he finally rolls to the floor, he tries walking to the back, but his blindness plays against him, again; as he trips over a steel chair.
A trail of blood continues to flow from the location where his finger is supposed to be, as he exits past the ring curtain, walking to the backstage area.
Winner: Casanova
Generic Heel is shown in the back, walking back and forth, cursing and swearing out loud about his/her upcoming title defense. Suffice to say, (s)he's not too happy about having to defend and having to wrestling "The Creep" in back-to-back matches.
Generic Heel: Son of a mother--... slutting goddamn... no good, piece of--...
He/she adjust its mask, picks up the World Title and gazes lovingly at it.
Generic Heel: I wasn't even going to defend you tonight!
Stroking it, he/she hoists it onto its right shoulder and looks around.
Generic Heel: You know, for a Sin Wrestling show, this place is kind of... really fucking empty.
Ding...!
An elevator door opens...
Generic Heel: Hmmm... maybe that's more Sin Wrestlers right now. If it's "The Creep", I'll clock him in the face and get an early jump on things! Yes, that's a good idea!
...Except it's just some random, old, pompous couple.
Generic Heel: What the heck?! Where is everyone?!
Just then, a crew member taps him on his left shoulder.
Generic Heel: Who or what?
Turning around, he/she sees the gaunt crew member and wonders about, in plain amusement.
Generic Heel: What? What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy talking to...
Generic Heel points... to no one in particular.
Generic Heel: Uh... can't you see I'm busy?
Crew Member: Uhm, I was informed to tell you that you're match is up next.
Generic Heel: What?! Already?! Isn't it a bit early?!
The crew member shrugs.
Crew Member: Tight budget, I guess. People are worried that we're not even going to get our next paycheque. I have a girlfriend and a child; I can't--...
Generic Heel: Yeah, yeah; shut it. I get your point. I have to take on that smelly, ugly old fart. I'll be sure not to let this get away from me.
Again, Generic Heel points... to nothing in particular. Realizing this, he turns around, looking for the World Title.
Generic Heel: Uh... where did I put that?
Turning to his right, he notices the World Title has fallen on the floor, prompting him to quickly pick it up and place it back over his shoulder.
Generic Heel: There's no way in hell I'm losing this! You got me?!
Crew Member: ...I just want to get paid.
Generic Heel: Screw you.
With a bounce and a shove, Generic Heel walks off, tits flailing in the wind. As he/she struts towards the entrance, he/she suddenly stops. From beneath its mask, you can notice his/her eyes buldge wide. Behind the curtains, straight down at the ringside area, the ring crew is assembling... a pink cage!
Generic Heel: What the Hebrew Harry?! Who's idea of a joke is this?!
Bewildered, Generic Heel turns towards another stagehand, who is just innocent scribbling words onto a sheet of paper.
Crew Member: Huh?
Generic Heel: Are you behind this?! Huh?!
Crew Member: Behind what?
The crew member obviously has no idea what the fuck. Generic Heel points to the cage, making the crew member silently shrug his shoulders and whisper out a hollow response.
Crew Member: I dunno...
This prompts Generic Heel to grab the crew member by the throat.
Generic Heel: Are you kidding me?! You have no idea how that pink cage got there?! You have no idea, whatsoever?!
The crew member continues to shake his head -- no.
Generic Heel: None whatsoever?!
Still no.
Generic Heel: You have absolutely no way -- at all -- of knowing how those steel cage walls got here?! And why they're being set-up for my match?! None at all?!
More shrugging. Nope!
Generic Heel: Then who... or... no... she can't be here... no...
Talking to itself, Generic Heel finally releases his grip on the young man, who quickly squirms away and races off. Generic Heel, in the meantime, stands still, trying to formulate a plan. But will these mind games prove to be fatal for him/her?
Come to think of it, what is Generic Heel?
Or maybe... the better question is "Who?".
The trail of blood continues all the way to the outside of the hotel, with the camera following closely behind Booger. He is continue to hold his hand, while blindly stumbling into random people and things, unable to hear their roars for him to get out of the way.
On top of that, he also cannot hear the ambulance, which is headed towards the hotel, presumably to pick him up.
The doppler effect is working, as the ambulance nears the bloody scene, hoping to hospitalize the bleeding and amputated Booger, who continues to hold his pinky. The amulance rounds the corner and drives up to the parking lot at 100km/hr... but is unable to stop as Booger accidentally steps out in front of them!
CRAAAAAAAAASH!
Both Booger and the ambulance goes flying!
The ambulance crashes up and over Booger, toppling over onto its side, spinning over several times! Booger is tangled up in this mess, being dragged along with the ambulance, having knocked it over. As they both come to a stop near the roadway, a shocked onlooker yells out in pure, unadulterated horror.
Pedestrian: Ahhhh! My god!
She gets a closer look!
Pedestrian: His arm! His arm is cut off! His left arm is gone! Oh my go--...
Before she can continue, she faints, unable to process the scene in front of her. Lucky for her, there is a man behind her, who catches her before she hits the pavement. In the distance, you can see Corey Page, holding his hand over his face, not liking what just happened.
Corey Page: Well, that's certainly not going to help funds.
Various medics and crew members go to survey the horrible scene, as the cameras return inside of the lobby.
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 steps in through the pink cage door, rolling his eyes at the color of the cage. Pressing his back against the ropes, he waits for his opponent, Generic Heel, to make his/her way out, wanting to become the next World Champion.
Generic Heel walks to the ring, with no music, just with his/her World Title hung over his right shoulder. He pushes his way past several fans that roar in its face, not liking the fact that he/she is the World Champion. Nevertheless, Generic Heel steps inside the cage, which he kicks with his right boot... forgetting that it's cold, hard, pink steel.
Holding his foot, Generic Heel steps back, dropping his World Title on the canvas. The referee uses this time to remove the title from the ring, step to the outside and call for the bell. As per usual cage match rules, the winner will have to climb to the top of the cage and then climb down, in order to escape.
Taking advantage of the ringing of the bell, Chris Carson sprouts forward, kicking Generic Heel in the foot and toe. Delivering a hard chop to the chest, Chris Carson almost looks to knock Heel's breasts off with resounding slap to the tits and backs him against the ropes. Unlike last week, Generic Heel is unable to slyly crawl away, using interference from "The Creep"'s ex-wife for his own gain.
With a handful of Generic Heel's mask, Chris Carson vaults the champ forward, sending him sprawling into the pink cage, making him go face-to-face with the colored steel! Not letting up, he turns Generic Heel around again, chops him, and then throws him face-first into the steel walls again!
Repeatedly slamming Generic Heel's head off the cage wall, "The Creep" turns him/her around and belts Heel with a kick to the guts. Delivering some back-elbows, which bash the back of Heel's skull against the steel, "The Creep" is quick to launch him/her out, catching Generic Heel on the rebound with a clothesline!
To the delight of the fans, Generic Heel collapses to the ground, enabling Chris Carson to straddle atop him, striking with rapid-fire punches to the face and head!
These shots don't last long, though; as Generic Heel uses his/her two feet to flip Carson off itself. Taking no time, Generic Heel immediately rolls atop of "The Creep", offering some left and right handed slaps, which do nothing but anger Carson.
As the two get to their feet, thanks to "The Creep" pushing Heel away, Chris Carson throws a right-handed punch towards Generic Heel... which subsequentially gets blocked! In return, Generic Heel kneels "The Creep" in the gut, applies a 3/4-facelock and runs towards the side of the cage, nearly taking a page out of Morgana's book.
Racing up the side of the cage, Generic Heel goes to perform "The Fata Morgana", a move Morgana popularized; but "The Creep" holds onto one of the cage rungs. He dumps Generic Heel overheard, allowing him/her to land safely on her feet. Of course this allows for Heel to leap towards him, nailing a swift forearm to the back of Chris Carson's neck.
Whipping Chris off the ropes, Generic Heel comes storming at him, nailing a spin-wheel kick, dropping "The Creep" on his back. Delivering a single-kick to "The Creep"'s temple, Generic Heel hurries towards the side of the cage and begins ascending, wanting to get the hell out of the ring.
Unforuntately for Generic Heel, Chris Carson instantly pops up, walks towards the cage, grabs Heel's foot and forcefully yanks him down.
POW!
With that, Chris Carson pops Generic Heel in the jaw, giving him/her guff for trying to escape. This shot is only a precursor to him jamming Heel's face against the pink cage and watching him/her stumble out, allowing him to pull Heel into a piledriver-position...
Thinking quickly, Generic Heel pulls away, allowing him/her to simply headbutt Carson in the groin, catching him completely off-guard! Thanks to this, Generic Heel is able to facelock "The Creep", charge towards the ropes/cage, climb them and torpedo back with a Tornado DDT!
Taking a deep breath, Generic Heel rises to his/her feet, walks towards the cage wall and starts to climb. However, just like before, "The Creep" rises, steps towards Heel, grabs him by the mask and pulls him back into the confines of the ring.
Striking with a bionic-elbow, "The Creep" seconds that with a jawbreaker. He gets right back up to his feet, hooks onto Heel and then suplexes him, sending him toppling upside-down against the steel cage!
Generic Heel collapses between the side of the wall and the ring ropes, in a cloudy haze, letting Chris Carson stomp the life out of him. He even goes as far as to place his left foot across Heel's throat, trying to "out-heel" him. When the time is right, he removes his foot, walks into the corner and begins to climb up, trying his best to climb out of the cage.
As "The Creep" rises halfway up, Generic Heel breathes deep and stands to his/her feet. Seeing "The Creep" on the cage wall, Generic Heel decides to take things into his hands...!
Still between the ropes and the cage wall, Generic Heel springboards off the top rope, flinging itself through the air, enabling him to strike with a springboard-dropkick to the legs of Chris Carson! Knocked off-balance, "The Creep" drops down, getting his legs tangled in the ropes, sending him tumbling over in the ring!
A raucous jeer pours in from the fans, who don't approve of "The Creep" falling back to the ring. Shrugging these fans off, Generic Heel shows who's the better heel by repeatedly stomping Chris Carson into the corner, even giving some kicks to his throat. Plucking Chris up to his feet, Generic Heel applies a throttling chokehold... even finishing off with a vicious punch to the testicles!
That's right, a vicious shot to the nuts hunches Chris over, almost making him want to vomit.
As a result, Generic Heel holds his/her hands in the air... and delivers a stomp to the cock!
The boos continue to pour in, while Generic Heel stomps over-and-over again at "The Creep"'s groin, making sure he'll never have another child to replace his son, who is being held hostage by his ex-wife. He/she even grabs hold of "The Creep"'s hair, pulling on it, with as much strength as possible.
Generic Heel really goes to rub in his/her heelish nature by headlocking "The Creep" and grinding his/her fist into "The Creep"'s skull.
However, out of nowhere, Chris Carson tries to one-up Heel by punching him/her in the crotch...!
...but nothing happens!
Generic Heel looks around, feeling no pain...
...Instead, Chris Carson jabs his thumb into Generic Heel's eye-socket, ironically getting a raving applause from the fans!
Temporarily blinded, Generic Heel stumbles around, ala Booger, only to have Chris Carson throw him against the cage wall, leaving him restless against the cage. With the crowd cheering him on, Chris Carson begins climbing up the back of Generic Heel, using the wall of the cage to keep his balance!
Before climbing the cage, he remains standing on the back of Generic Heel, throttling his throat across the top rope! Jumping up and down, he continues to push his weight down onto Heel's neck and throat, leaving him struggling to breathe. Leaving Generic Heel kicking, screaming, lifeless and aloof Chris Carson begins climbing up the side of the cage, believing he has the World Title in his sights.
He's wrong. Dead wrong.
Just as he reaches the halfway point of the cage, Generic Heel stifles the pain and begins ascending the wall, where he/she soon stands stand-by-side with "The Creep". In a matter of seconds, Generic Heel has Russian legsweeped Chris Carson off the side of the cage, sending both me splattering to the canvas!
Both remain remain on the canvas, barely able to move, while Casanova, of all people, begins making his way dow to the ringside area. Unable to enter the ring, he remains standing outside of the cage, where he receives a mass amount of jeers from the fans that threaten him.
Opting to stay outside of the cage, monitoring things, Casanova rubs his chin, watching as both competitors slowly rise, getting to their feet at the exact time.
First, Generic Heel steps towards a cage wall, notices Casanova, and then begins his ascent. After a few steps up, he is quickly dragged back down by Chris Carson, who grabs both of his feet and swings him back down!
Bam!
"The Creep" smashes Generic Heel's face off the pink cage!
Next, Chris Carson turns to a wall, also noticing Casanova, whom he flips the middle-finger to. Wasting no time, he also begins his ascent, making Casanova walk around the outer portion of the cage, observing things. Unfortunately for "The Creep", his climb is against interrupted by Generic Heel, who quickly shrugs off the damage, chugs across the ring, leaps through the air and clips "The Creep"'s right leg out from beneath him!
As a result, Chris Carson falls back to the apron, having his leg held up in the top rope. Seconds later, Generic Heel begins kicking at "The Creep"'s right leg, the same limb that Generic Heel worked over at the last Eternity. After hitting a dragon-legwhip on Carson's right knee, Heel pops up and starts kicking and stomping at his leg/knee, hoping to cripple him, which would completely ruin "The Creep"'s ability to climb.
Oddly enough, Casanova seems to snicker at Chris Carson's pain, showing no remorse as Generic Heel kicks his right leg without mercy. Managing to hook the leg between the rungs of the cage, Generic Heel is able to propel himself/herself into the air and come crashing down, knee-to-knee, onto "The Creep"!
It doesn't stop there, either. Applying an Indian-deathlock in the middle of the cage, Generic Heel manages to reach back, even slapping "The Creep" in the face, adding insult to injury, all while Casanova laughs at his expense. Knowing that he/she'll have to release the submission in order to win, Generic Heel stops the hold, gets to its feet and kicks Carson in the knee once more.
Noticing Chris Carson writhing in pain on the mat, the World Champ stands to his/her feet, dusts itself off and walks to the side of the cage. Without worry, the climb begins, with Chris Carson left on the ground, trying to "fix" his right leg. Just as Generic Heel reaches the halfway point, "The Creep" begins to stir, resulting in him crawling to the cage wall and attempting to climb after the champ.
Generic Heel realizes this, making him try to climb harder and faster, but the more he climbs, the more he tangles himself up. Thanks to this, Chris Carson is slowly able to reach out to Generic Heel, who is now straddled on the top of the cage, trying to climb down.
But the floor is a long way down for Generic Heel.
3/4 of the way up the cage, Chris Carson reaches up, standing on his left leg; with his right leg dangling off the side of it. Seeing this, Generic Heel frantically tries kicking "The Creep" in the skull, hoping to knock him off the side of the cage, but it's useless; Carson refuses to let go of the other foot!
Attempting to climb down the other side of the cage, Generic Heel's attempt is soon thwarted by Chris Carson, who tries with all his might to pull Heel off the top of the cage. To his credit, he's able to keep Generic Heel balance, taking a moment to bash his skull off the top of the cage, as well.
Using all of his strength, he's able to drag Generic Heel back onto the ledge of the cage... where he locks in a version of "The Silencer"! Granted, it's not the complete version because of the setting, but it's still pretty effective, as Generic Heel shakes and moans, trying to free himself, while Chris Carson hangs on, denying him escape from the cage!
Even Casanova, who is still on the floor, looking up, can't believe what he sees! It isn't until Generic Heel grabs a handful of "The Creep"'s testicles, pulls down on them and smashes them with a free hand, that he's able to find a release from the hold!
On top of the cage, a wary Generic Heel and Chris Carson exchange random punches, trying to knock the other one out. Up here, Generic Heel ducks a left-hook from Carson, prompting him/her to STO "The Creep" off the cage, sending them both spiraling to the canvas, landing like a sack of bricks next to each other!
The crowd is in an absolute frenzy, not knowing what the fuck to do! Casanova, in the meantime, circles around the pink cage and picks up a steel chair from the audience. He clangs it across the cage a few times, trying to get the attention of the two men inside, who, at present time, are barely conscious.
With each shot he gives the cage, the lights flicker.
Bang!
Flicker...
Bang...!
Another flicker...
Bang!
The lights flicker once again...
...Bang...!
The lights finally go dark. Nothing can be seen.
...The lights flicker, showing a brief glimpse inside of the ring. Chris Carson and Generic Heel remain down.
...More flickering...
The lights finally charge back on and Casanova is nowhere to be found. Coincidentally, a steel chair lays in the middle of the ring, stood up, looking ready for someone to sit on it. The fans are abuzz about Casanova's disappearance and the clean state of the chair; their chirping echoing even louder as both Heel and Carson begin to rise at the same time.
Generic Heel and Chris Carson turn and face each other. At the same time, they notice the chair that stands between them...
They run, trying to be the first to grab it.
Reaching it at the same time, both competitors try to lift it, but they cancel each other out. Using an eye poke, Generic Heel whisks the chair away from Chris Carson's clutches, holds it above his/her head and goes to smack it across "The Creep"'s skull...
Chris Carson ducks! The chair smashes against the cage, instead!
Generic Heel turns around, still wanting to end this match and leave with his/her title. He/she swings the chair like a baseball bat at Chris Carson's face...
And again, "The Creep" ducks! Even more, he pries the chair out of Generic Heel's hands and swings it...
It's Generic Heel that misses!
Again, they both turn toward each other...
Generic Heel connects with a stiff superkick to the chair, smashing it into Chris Carson's face, dropping him onto the mat, his legs unable to hold up the dead weight of his body! The chair goes flying and Generic Heel goes stumbling forward, crashing into the wall of the cage. Thinking quickly -- and wisely -- he/she/it begins to climb!
Slowly, but surely, Generic Heel climbs the rungs of the cage. Eventually reaching the top, Heel starts climbing down, just as Chris Carson begins to stir.
In the ring, "The Creep" goes to stand, but he's still too stunned; and his right leg is still too sore to keep him afloat. Falling to the canvas, he can only watch with disappointment as Generic Heel flops halfway off the cage and lands on the floor, officially being declared the winner of this match!
Being rewarded with the World Title, Generic Heel goes to stand, getting a loud jeer from the fans, who even spit at him.
Left in the ring, "The Creep" uses the steel chair that Casanova definitely sent in. Looking at it, admiring his own bloodstain on it, "The Creep" angrily glares to the back, throws down the chair and wipes blood off his face.
To end the night, the last image shown is that of Generic Heel stumbling to the back, holding his title. The contrast between an overjoyed Generic Heel and Chris Carson couldn't be any more evident.
Winner: Generic Heel