Event Date: Friday, November 14th, 2008
Theme Song: Strung Out - "Bring Out Your Dead"
Tonight's event opens inside of a seedy bar in St. John's, Newfoundland; at a strip club, to be even more exact. Hot, naked women stand on tabletops, performing lascivious dances for horny old men, with one man sticking out like a sore thumb. Sitting at a table, looking emotionless, with a Riley Mason look-a-like stripper dancing before him is Chris Extreme.
The last time we seen him, we was on a Halloween rampage, stabbing people, threatening people and looking for a new Mercedes. Taking a sip out of a cold mug of beer, he looks up at the lady and then slams his mug down.
Chris Extreme: I'm a fucking Wifey; and I want a lapdance! Get down here, whore and sit on my lap!
The dancer gets down off the table and begins grinding her asshole against his crotch. Chris, who has apparently formed a partnership with Morgana at Illusions, gladly receives the titillation from the stripper.
Chris Extreme: I think I killed one of your kind at the last show...
He takes another sip of beer, his cock hardening in his white boxers.
Chris Extreme: If only Morgcedes were here. She's my partner, you know.
The stripper doesn't seem to pay any attention to Chris, as she mindlessly grinds her bottom against his crotch.
Looking around, Chris Extreme notices the fans in the club circling around a wrestling ring, reminding him about tonight's event. Peering from left to right, he notices the group and then pushes the stripper off him.
Chris Extreme: Holy hell, I've got a wrestling match. Let's get this shit underway!
Jumping to his feet, he knocks the stripper over, chugs down the rest of his beer and heads to the ring, erection, white boxers, and all. He pushes his way through the rowdy fans, where he arrives at the ringside area, slides inside and prepares to get tonight's event started.
The bell rings, and Sahkid Obasanjo stomps to the center of the ring where he's met by Chris Extreme, and the two stand nose to nose in a hateful staredown. Sahkid breaks the staredown by challenging Chris Extreme to a match, of all things! The Nazi reacts by bitchslapping the taste out of Obasanjo's mouth, and drives the Nigerian back into the corner with a fusillade of punches and kicks.
Once in the corner, Extreme bangs Obasanjo's head into the turnbuckles several times, before trying to take a bite out of Sahkid's forehead! Sahkid fights back mightily though and ends up tossing Extreme in his own former place in the corner; and procedes to wallop him with a hail of hard elbows and knees!
Chris Extreme slumps in the corner, leaning through the ropes, as he demands for the referee to back Obasanjo off. The referee does indeed, and then Extreme lunges forward with a low blow that clearly rattles Sahkid's testicles into his abdomen!
The crowd roars with boos, as Extreme lays several stomps into the Nigerian warrior's head, before dropping for a cover!
...1...2...!
...KICKOUT!
Chris Extreme drags Sahkid to the center of the ring, flat on his back, before lifting him up by both arms, and then blasting his head against the mat with an inverted curb stomp! Extreme parades around the fallen Sahkid with a high-kicking march, while throwing Nazi salutes. The crowd rains more boos down upon him, as well as some random trash, when suddenly Sahkid whips him down to the mat with a rollup!
...1...2...
...
Another kickout!
A split second from victory, the crowd goes wild for the Nigerian as he doesn't even let Extreme catch a breath, flinging him over and over with armdrags every time the Nazi tries to go on the offensive!
Chris Extreme finally stalls Obasanjo with a hard fist, but misses with a running clothesline, and as he hits the ropes, Sahkid catches him with a plancha which sends both men over the top and to the outside!
Both are quickly to their feet, but Sahkid hits a high flipping dropkick on Chris Extreme, which sends the Nazi crashing into the ring steps! Sahkid yanks him right back to his feet, and throws him headfirst into the ring post! The referee yells at Sahkid to get in the ring, but the Nigerian is furious, battering Chris Extreme to near-unconsciousness!
Before long, Extreme's not even able to defend himself, his arms dropping, with his head simply jarring back and forth as Sahkid's blows rock him, one after another!
Finally, the referee calls for the bell, finally giving Chris Extreme a moment of respite. Sahkid Obasanjo raises his arms in victory, before dropping them, as well as his jaw, in disappointment, as the referee calls it as a double count-out!
The fans give Sahkid Obasanjo a rousing cheer, nonetheless, and he promptly challenges a small child in the front row to a match. The kid declines, and Sahkid heads back toward the entrance with a look of disappointment.
Chris Extreme, meanwhile, slaps his hands off the canvas, not believing that he drew against Sahkid Obasanjo.
Winner: n/a (double countout)
Chris Carson walks about the strip club's backstage area, apparently seeking something in particular. He exhales cigar smoke through his nostrils and still appears pretty dizzy.
Chris Carson: Too bad I can't have Junior come here. Teach him about the birds and the bees and implanted titties.
Carson walks about the area and puts out his cigar, whistling as he lugs a bucket in his opposite hand. He collects spare towels that have been thrown about the area, giving cheery smiles to the half-naked women that are wiping their bodies of sweat. One particular woman wipes off her makeup, spits into her towel and tosses it at Carson.
Stripper: Geez, what are you doing back here, you creep?!
Chris Carson: THE Creep, bitch. Now get out there and shake them funbags for Canadian dollars.
Carson looks into his bucket and adds the towel.
Chris Carson: Let's see...crusty ones from human ejaculate, bloody ones from strippers on their period, hmm...the collection's almost complete. Seems to be missin' a few things.
Carson whistles to himself a little more as he picks up some clean towels in the back. He shakes his head in disappointment.
Chris Carson: Way too clean. Needs a little mess to it.
Carson's ears twitch as he hears the sound of...wretching? He walks about the corner, only to be stopped by a behemoth of a woman.
Butch Woman: Whoa, whoa, whoa, fellah. No comin' into this area. Ladies only.
Chris Carson: So, how the fuck did you get back there then, yeti-woman? I'm only here to give fresh towels. What the hell's that pukin' sound, huh? Someone ate too much bad fish pie?
Butch Woman: Must be your first fuckin' day. Y'know how the ladies here are thin?
Carson strokes his chin in thought and eyes the zoftig woman.
Chris Carson: Well, MOST of the women here are thin, yeah.
Butch Woman: Well, in the back, smart guy, is where we have the strippers vomit up their lunch and dinner. Bulimia keeps our sluts svelte here.
Carson ahs quietly to himself, but develops a sinister smile.
Chris Carson: Well, how about you help those ladies out? I'm all for helpin' the Triple-X community. Here. Take these towels and this bucket. Make sure they mop up their mess back there.
Butch Woman: Seriously? Fuck, that's sick, collectin' that shit.
Chris Carson: Hey, you want this back rooms to smell like a supermodel's refrigerator? Be my guest. Seriously. Keep that shit clean.
The woman grunts to herself and horks a loogie into the bucket before snatching it, sneering as she hears a heavy wretch from one of the strippers.
Butch Woman: Well...thanks, I guess. That doesn't make you less of a creep.
Chris Carson: THE Creep. Just make sure you soak up every inch.
Carson grins to himself, pressing his fingers together as the woman walks off.
Chris Carson: Excellent. Gotta collect 'em all.
Carson whistles to himself as he walks off-camera.
"What do you mean Morgana's the special guest referee?!" shouts an absolutely livid Stevie Swing.
The camera swings to the backstage area, catching Stevie Swing standing in front of Corey Page, holding the World Title over her right shoulder. Stevie, who is coming off a loss at Illusions, which saw her Ironwoman Match go into overtime, looks disheveled and annoyed.
Stevie Swing: You can't be serious! Morgana cannot be the referee! She already chose some metrosexual douchebag as my opponent--...
Corey Page: I'm sorry, but she is. I need to make money and Morgana needs to earn her cheque. This will be good! This will be ratings!
Steve Hebert: This is ridiculous, is what it is.
Corey Page: Nah, don't worry. You're Stevie Swing... you're Jewish and a champion, so that's saying something, right?
Stevie crumples her face.
Stevie Swing: ...No.
Corey Page: That's right!
Stevie Swing: What?
Corey pats her on the back.
Corey Page: Have a good match with Sebastian York.
Corey goes to walk away, only to stop himself.
Corey Page: ...Oh, by the way, you're the captain of one team for this year's Ultimate Survival Match. Sebastian York is the other. Good luck and make sure to choose your partners wisely.
Again, Stevie Swing seems confused.
Stevie Swing: ...Wait, what?!
Corey Page officially walks away, leaving Stevie Swing behind. A random stripper walks up to her, questioning.
Stripper: Excuse me, are you Jewish?
Stevie cordially responds.
Stevie Swing: Fuck you, whore. I've got better things to do and think about.
The stripper frantically runs away, in tears, while Stevie Swing is left to think to herself.
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, rabid fans, numbering triple-digits easily, stampede from the entrance and surround the ring, just about all of them making the ring quake as they stomp to the tempo.
I always know where you are
You never know where I am
You got me sneaking around
Like the invisible man
Carson comes out onto the ramp in mid-chorus, barebacked and oiled up, wrestling tights sharp in a fire-red/ice-blue design. The crowd around the ring, and in the stands as well, respond to Carson's double middle-finger salute with a roar.
You'll never know where I've gone
You've gone and done it again
You've got me sneaking around
Like the invisible man
Another pyro explosion, and Carson starts 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 teh referee and stares a hole through him, then at his opponent, as the tidal wave of supporters retreats backstage.
"The Creep" stands across the ring from Billy Badson, who is a known accomplice of Casanova, whom Carson lost to at Illusions and is currently embroiled in a feud with. When the bell rings, the two veterans of the ring, step into the center of the ring, where they both begin by collar-elbowing tying-up.
Right away, Chris Carson applies a side-headlock, gaining an early upperhand of the match. However, Badson is quick to slip out, knowing his veteran prowess, allowing him to apply a wristlock of his own.
In response to this wristlock, Chris Carson fires back with a punch to the temple of Badson, backing him against the ropes, where he begins nailing some hammering blows to the face. Whipping Billy Badson across the ring, "The Creep" ducks down, telegraphing a backdrop attempt. Knowing his way around the ring, Billy is quick to kneelift Chris Carson in the face, following that up by hitting an elbow to the back of "The Creep"'s neck!
Striking "The Creep" with some scintillating knife-edge chops, Billy backs Chris Carson into the corner, where he then commences striking with some lefts and rights. With vigor, Billy Irish-whips Carson across the ring, sending him hard into the corner, where he crashes hard against the turnbuckles.
Billy Badson is quick to stumble in, delivering random smacks and chops against "The Creep". On top of that, Billy immediately applies another side-headlock, hoping to wear Chris Carson completely down.
However, "The Creep" surges from the corner, stepping out, only to then delivers a back-suplex onto Billy, who still has the headlock applied! Rolling over, he covers Badson, hooking a leg...
...1...2...
No! Billy gets his shoulder up!
Quick to the attack, Chris Carson sits Badson up, hitting him with some soccer-kicks to the back of his spine. Following up, "The Creep" hoists Badson up, pummelling him with some fists to the face, hoping to keep Badson grounded.
Up against the ropes, Chris Carson nails some back-elbows to Billy, latches onto his skull and then pulls him back into the center of the ring. Grabbing his neck, he slowly turns Billy around, going back-to-back with him, while placing a finger to his lips, as if "hushing the crowd". Dropping down, he perfects a neckbreaker, popping the crowd into a frenzy!
Rolling onto Badson, "The Creep" makes a cover...
...1...2...
Yet again, Billy Badson kicks out, getting his shoulder up just in the nick of time!
Chris Carson, slowly rises to one knee, watching as Billy Badson tries to get up, hoping to shrug off the prior damage. Knuckling his fingers into a fist, "The Creep" stands up, hovers over Billy and begins repeatedly bashing his fist into Badson's skull.
Lifting Billy up, Carson applies another side-headlock, using his knuckles to jam into Badson's temples. Eventually, the duo wind up in the corner, where Carson batters the older man some more with some back-elbows. "The Creep" goes for an Irish-whip, but it gets countered by Billy...
Carson is sent into the corner and Billy uses all of the strength and speed he can muster to follow in with an elbow. Unfortunately, "The Creep" ducks out of the way, delivers a shoulderlock to Badson's gut and then strikes with a stiff-uppercut, which nearly knocks Billy's skull off. Even more fists are thumped against Badson's skull, slightly breaking the skin, causing a tiny trickle of blood to begin rolling down his face and onto the bridge of his nose.
Rubbing some of the blood off Badson's face, Chris Carson grabs his chin and holds him against the corner, all while yelling some words of discouragement at him. His eyes seem to be like a wild, rabid animal's, as he twists Badson's head, while screaming at him.
Chris Carson: Send this message back to Casanova!
He delivers one strong blow!
Chris Carson: Tell him "The Creep" has unfinished business!
A second punch is delivered, snapping Billy's head back, sending some more blood flowing!
Chris Carson: Tell him that "The Creep" is going to raise some hell!
Chris Carson finishes off by delivering a swift elbow to the head of Billy Badson, knocking him silly in the corner. With blood flowing from his head, Badson is then burnt across the top rope, having the top table grind into his cut. Luckily for him, he's able to think quick, as he hastily jams his thumb into Carson's right eye!
Stumbling back blindly, "The Creep" tries to regain his eyesight... but Billy Badson uses this time come from behind and schoolboy-roll Carson up...
...1...2...
At the count of two, Chris Carson pushes Badson off him, keeping him safe!
As a matter of fact, before Billy can even rise, "The Creep" stands before him, looking quite serious. Rising his elbow over his head, Chris Carson brings it steadily down onto Badson's forehead, nailing the pointy part of his elbow directly into the flesh wound. Not only that, but he lifts Billy up and then places him into a standing headscissors.
Before long, Badson is hoisted up onto "The Creep"'s shoulders, showing off an impressive display of strength and versatility. Seconds after that, Carson drops back, thereby guillotining Badson throat-first across the top rope!
Standing up, "The Creep" stalks over Billy Badson, rolls him over onto his stomach and locks on "The Silencer"! His knee digs into Badson's spine, as he pulls back on him, all while reaching around with his left hand, jabbing his fingers into the cut!
Within seconds, Billy Badson is finally tapping out, thus giving Chris Carson the victory. After suffering a defeat against Casanova at Illusions, this is the perfect way for Carson to rebound, as he is announced the winner, forcing him to release the grip.
Waiting in the ring, he waits for Billy Badson to rise. Once he does, "The Creep" glares at him, pats him on the back and whispers some more words to him.
Chris Carson: Like I said, this was a message to Casanova.
Exiting the ring, "The Creep" walks to the back, holding his arm into the air, much to the applause of the audience. Billy Badson, on the other hand, isn't in good shape, as blood rolls down his face and into his mouth. The referee checks him over before the image fades out, going to the next segment.
Winner: Chris Carson
Morgana is in the backstage area, getting a free lapdance from a naked, big-tittied stripper, who is doing some obnoxious stripping. Clad in pink panties, the stripper shakes her body in front of Morgana, acting like an epileptic.
Morgana: You're not doing it right!
Clueless, the stripper stumbles about, even poking her rear-end into Morgana's face.
Morgana: Mmmphhgghh---...
...Just as Corey Page walks into the scene. Confused, he scratches his head and touches his cock. It's kind of like the entire "scratch your head and rub your tummy" idea.
Corey Page: I come home to my hometown and find this. It almost makes me want to talk Newfie.
A pile of random, rowdy, drunk fans step toward him.
Fans: I'S THE B'Y!
Corey shivers with disgust.
Corey Page: Ugggh.
In the meantime, the stripper has pulled away from Morgana, who responds by slapping the stripper's right asshole cheek.
Morgana: That was somewhat better... I guess.
A sheepish, coy Corey Page walks up to Morgana, looking discontent. He seems to have something on his mind.
Corey Page: Hey, Morgy, I was wondering if I could have a loan. I mean... I know you won a million dollars back at Vanity, when you won the World Title. And... see... Sin Wrestling hasn't been doing so well, as of late..
He points around at the shoddy establishment they're in for tonight.
Corey Page: I'll pay you back when I have the money... I promise!
Morgy begins rummaging through her pocket, pulling out some cash. Finding nothing, she now begins searching through her cleavage.
Morgana: A-ha! Hear you go.
She officially hands Corey a meager 10 dollar bill.
Morgana: That should help.
Blank, Corey looks at the money handed to him, quite disappointed. He's about to speak up, only to halt when Chris Extreme stumbles into the scene, causing Corey to stand up, grumble and walk away.
Chris Extreme: WIFEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYY!
Chris Extreme pushes the stripper that had been dancing for Morgana away. Instead, he sits next to her, giving her a friendly nudge on the arm.
Chris Extreme: There you are, Morgcedes. I've been looking all over for you, my new partner-in-crime!
Morgana, looking ashamed, embarassed and slightly annoyed, arches her eyebrow and inquisitively responds.
Morgana: Ugh... what do you want?
Chris Extreme: I just came to say "Hi"! Just to drop by and make sure Morgcedes is okay, is there anything wrong with that?
Taken aback by Chris Extreme's calm demeanour, Morgana replies with confusion.
Morgana: N- no...
Chris Extreme: Good! As partners, I've come up with a good idea. A nice bonding session.
Chris begins rummaging through his boxers, digging deep into them for... something.
Chris Extreme: Ah, here we go...
He pulls out a pair of scissors, its blade shimmering against the spotlights of the club. He holds it up to Morgana's head.
Chris Extreme: I'll cut your hair! You can be bald -- just like me!
Grabbing a long lock of Morgana's pink hair, he goes to slice into it, cutting a strand off...
Morgana: What the fuck...?!
Morgana pops back, yanking her hair out of Chris Extreme's hands. Only a tiny portion of her hair is snipped off, resulting in Chris holding the small strand in his right hand, looking confusedly on.
Chris Extreme: What? What did I do? Did I cut you? Oh my God, I'm sorry... let me fix that.
Morgana: No!
She yells at him, forcing him to pop back.
Chris Extreme: Well fine, if you don't want to cut your hair, then how about this...
Again, Chris reaches into his boxers. This time, he pulls out a long, blonde wig, which he immediately sits atop his bald head.
Chris Extreme: I can be your new Adora! See? I'm a Wifey! We're partners!
Like a horny schoolgirl, Chris flutters his hair, hoping to have some effect over Morgana, but to no avail. Instead, she simply stands up and walks away.
Morgana: No thanks, I already have an Adora.
Chris jumps up, following after her, still fluttering and playing with his fake blonde hair.
Chris Extreme: Are you sure?! I can be a hot little Adora!
Morgana: I'm sure.
Chris Extreme: [removing the wig] Fine, fine... fine.
He continues to walk after Morgana, ala a lost puppy.
Chris Extreme: I got your back, regardless, partner!
Morgana walks into the crowd.
Morgana: Ugh...
...and Chris follows behind.
The fans in the arena buzz in anticipation as they await the next event to unfold here on Eternity. The Sin-Screen flickers to life and catches everyone’s attention, their buzz quickly transforms into a roar of excitement. There, along with a microphone in hand, stands Sin Wrestling announcer extraordinaire, Ace Rodgers. Alongside him stands the newest member of the SIN Family, Samantha Curie. Dressed in a pair of hip-hugger jeans and a dark blue “SIN Wrestling” logo shirt, her wavy hair is untied and hangs freely upon her shoulders as the trademark smile fills her pretty face and captures her charisma.
Ace Rodgers: Ladies and gentlemen, I am standing here tonight alongside with the newest member of the Sin Wrestling family. She is a woman who needs no introduction – an ECWF hall of famer, multiple time World Champion and a household name across both America and Europe. So, it’s with a great honor that I welcome the lovely Samantha Curie here to our organization!
Samantha Curie: Why, thank you Ace, it’s an absolute honor to be here.
Ace Rodgers: It’s an honor to have you here, and after a long absence from the world’s spotlight – many had written you off as retired, especially because of your notorious bout with Post Concussion Syndrome. Can you tell us what your health status is coming into Sin Wrestling?
Sam chuckles; this was a question she almost anticipated to come up especially given the issues she suffered with while at the end of her ECWF career.
Samantha Curie: I assure you that I have a totally clean bill of health and I’ve passed all the appropriate medical physicals required to be licensed to wrestle and work for Sin. My concussion issues are well-documented, and I understand why everyone flinches when I take a bump – but that’s in my past. Honestly I feel better now than I have in years.
Ace Rodgers: So, what has brought you here to Sin, why not wait for the “other” federation to reopen and join where you’re already a legend?
Samantha Curie: Well my relationship with the owner, Ashe Draven is notoriously bad… Besides that, I just felt like I needed a fresh start and a new challenge in life. So I am very grateful to Mr. Page for giving me this big opportunity and putting me back in the public spotlight with his promotion.
Ace Rodgers: Indeed, so now that you’re here… The expectations for you by the fans are very high as always – but what about you, what are the expectations for yourself?
She nods and adopts a more serious expression in her response to this question.
Samantha Curie: Well, obviously everyone’s goal walking into this business is to get to the top of the mountain and become the Sin World Champion, but I’ve been at this business long enough to understand that there’s no way in hell I’m going to get that opportunity anytime soon. This isn’t the ECWF and all my past accomplishment mean jack shit here in Sin, so I’m at the very bottom of the gravy pit lookin’ up at everyone else , which means my first goal is to win matches. If I win enough matches against these quality Sin superstars, than I might be considered for a shot at the Television or Ultraviolence championships.
Ace Rodgers: Both Championships held by Roxy Erikson, would you consider this a “Call out” to her?
Samantha Curie: Hardly… She’s a great champion and I’ve got nothing but respect for her, I know that I won’t even be in her league until I prove myself and get a few victories under my belt. Until then I’m in no position to call anyone out.
Ace Rodgers: Well, all of us are certainly anxious to see your debut, good luck and I look forward to talking to you again.
Samantha Curie: Thank you, Ace; it was a pleasure.
Sam smiles and blows a kiss to the camera before making her way off toward the right as we fade away from the interview spot.
A boom is heard throughout the arena, as everyone is blinded by the explosion...!
As the smoke clears, the man in the cloak is at ringside and Flame stands there in the center of the ring. He's ready to fight, with the look of determination and anger peering out from his eyes.
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 Flame steps into the middle of the ring, challenging Casanova, his enemy from a long time ago. Laughing at this challenge, Casanova slowly slinks out, looking ready for some action. However, he is immediately faced with an attempted punch from Flame... which he promptly ducks beneath!
Going right to work, Casanova goes on the offensive, hoping to take it to Flame, wanting revenge for the punch Flame tried to swing at him. Right away, Casanova grabs hold of Flame's long hair, using it to guide him face-first into the top turnbuckle pad. Against the corner, Casanova turns Flame around and immediately starts striking with elbows, all of which hit their mark.
Nevertheless, Flame fights back, trying to propel himself out of the corner, as he knees Casanova in the gut. Striking with a flurry of his own punches, Flame attempts a comeback, even whipping Casanova into the opposite corner. However, as he goes to follow in, hoping to land a big avalanche clothesline, Casanova is quick to lift his left foot up, nailing a boot to Flame's face, almost grinding his paint off!
As he stumbles back, Flame is privy to a somersault-clothesline from Casanova, who hits a variant of his swandive lariate. Up next, Casanova jumps to his feet, quickly kicking and stomping at Flame's head, trying to keep him grounded. Picking Flame up, he goes to suplex him; but before he can lift his opponent up, the hold gets blocked.
Alternatively, it's Flame that suplexes Casanova; and then sits up, watching in delight as Casanova goes to rise... only to feel the wrath of a running-boot to the side of the temple from Flame! Flame even atomic drops Casanova, sending him tailbone-first across his knee, allowing Flame to motion backwards and steamroll out, delivering a harsh clothesline of his own!
Flame goes for a cover...
...1...
But Casanova immediately kicks out, not giving Flame a chance to even make a two-count!
Flame stands up, pulling Casanova up along with him. With a kick, he hunches Casanova over and pulls him into a standing-headscissors position. Using his strength, he lifts Casanova up onto his shoulders, looking for a powerbomb... but the vampire, and former World Champ, slides out of it.
Spinning Flame around, Casanova nails a swinging neckbreaker, catching Flame by absolute surprise!
He goes for a cover; and the referee counts...
...1...
...Incidentally, Casanova plucks Flame up at the count of one, obviously not finished with him.
With a handful of Flame's tights and hair, Casanova stands his opponent up and then mercilessly flings him shoulderfirst into the ring post! Getting a rain of boos, Casanova follows in behind and begins kicking at Flame's rear-end, stomping him so hard that Flame falls to the outer portion of the ring apron.
Allowing Flame to regain his standing base, while on the apron, Casanova turns him around and leaves him hanging backwards over the top rope. In this position, Casanova nails an elbow across Flame's neck/throat, stunning him and dropping him back onto the apron! Unfortunately for him, he does not fall to the floor, which then allows Casanova to step out with him.
Out here on the apron, Casanova lifts Flame up to a kneeling base. However, Flame fires back with a punch to the gut, but Casanova doesn't flinch. Instead, Casanova sends another knee to Flame's face, following that with a kick to the gut. When he finally pulls Flame to his feet, he turns him around, grabs both arms and dragon-suplexes him onto the hard, uncovered portion of the apron, dropping him to the outside!
Landing with a thump, Flame is barely able to move, with Casanova standing to his feet, drowning in jeers, while re-entering the ring. In the meantime, the referee begins counting Flame out...
...1...2...3...4...5...
Flame begins to stir, visibly shaken up by the previous suplex.
...6...7...8...
He overhears the referee's count, doing his best to stand...
...9...
At the count of nine, he rolls into the ring, just in time, breaking the count.
Not giving a moment to rest, however; Casanova is immediately covering him, delivering some stomps and kicks. As Flame kneels before him, Casanova slaps him across the face, with his opponent seemingly begging for mercy.
The keyword, of course, being "seemingly". As Casanova goes to strike once more, Flame performs an inside-cradle, hoping to surprise him with a pinfall...!
The referee counts...
...1...2...
Casanova kicks out, taken aback by the velocity of the cradle!
Jutting upwards, an angry Casanova delivers a hard kick to the face of Flame, sending him reeling on his knees. Bouncing off the ropes, Casanova returns with a "Shining Boot", nailing Flame seriously in the bridge of the nose! After some stomps, he lifts Flame back up, throat-thrusts him and then places him between his legs and double-underlocks him...
...only to have Flame reluctantly remove himself from danger via a backdrop!
Again, Casanova is nonplussed! He instantly jumps back up, nailing Flame with an uppercut and a back-elbow! He angrily throws Flame into one corner and follows that by sending him into the opposite set of turnbuckles, as well. As a result, Flame stumbles out, only to have Casanova nail him with The Destiny Calling!
Knowing that he has this match under his belt, Casanova eagerly rolls Flame onto his back and hooks a leg.
...1...2...3!
The pinfall is made and Casanova comes up victorious. The referee goes to raise his hand, but Casanova yanks away, only to feel his nose, making sure it isn't broken. Spitting on Flame and then delivering a final, single stomp, he exits the ring and walks to the back, amongst a flurry of jeers from the fans.
On the other hand, Flame remains in the ring, laying on his side, trying to figure out what just occured. So far, Flame's return to Sin Wrestling has been less than glorious, which will no doubt upset him.
Before passing through the curtain, Casanova gestures into the camera, saying some indiscernable words to Chris Carson.
Winner: Casanova
The picture opens inside of the bathroom, where a bald-headed Chris Extreme is standing in front of a urinal, taking a piss. Whistling to himself, he shakes his cock, draining himself of every last inch of piss. However...
Blam!
He is attacked from behind by Zero and Uno! Zero seems to direct Uno into kicking, punching and stomping him; even making him pick Chris Extreme back up. As Uno holds Extreme, Zero mightily slaps him across the cheek, leaving a bright red mark.
Zero: Yo, pendejo. This is for Rose!
Chris, who can barely speak, tries to retort.
Chris Extreme: But I've changed! I've found Morgcedes!
Zero pays no attention to this, as he strikes Chris with another punch and kick.
Zero: Bastard! I spit on you!
...and he does -- right into Chris Extreme's face, too!
Uno: Can I fuck this motherfucker up now? Can I? I'll kill this no-good, shit-eating, dicklicking, ugly, bald, faggot, queer, faggot, fag fag fag fucking queer shitheaded dicksucker. Who's the man, yo? Who's the man, hombre? It's me, nigga, it me, motherfucker, you--...
Uh, wasting no time, Uno smashes Chris Extreme's head into the urinal and then dumps him face-first into his own puddle of piss.
Uno: Motherfucker, I'm the man, broseph!
Flexing, Uno stomps at Chris Extreme, while Zero finally pulls him away.
Zero: Let's get outta here, hombre. this racista motherfucker's got enough problems as it is.
Leading Uno away, Zero spits at a fallen Chris Extreme, who is covered in his own blood and piss.
The camera cuts to the back of the club, where Roxy Erikson is shown laying face down on the floor. A hooded figure is standing over her, giggling, only to sprint away when overhearing officials head toward the location. The camera zooms in on the fallen Roxy, as there is a piece of paper taped to her back. It reads...
Several officials race into the scene, tending to Roxy.
Referee: What the--? Roxy, are you all right? Roxy?
Another referee calls for some assistance.
Referee #2: We need some help!
Referee #1: She's got a match tonight for the Tag Wars Trophy... who the hell would do this?
Referee #2: Who knows. We need to get her some help.
The first referee rips the note off her back, reads it, while the second bellows for more help. Murmuring and stuttering, Roxy speaks up.
Roxy Erikson: ...Unffgh... who the fuck... ughhh...
Referee: Stay still, we're getting you some help.
The image fades out, showing Roxy Erikson trying to push her way to her feet, not wanting the help and attention.
Before his match, Chris Carson sits on a stool, drinking a beer, thinking quietly to himself. He is sitting by himself, not saying a single word, when Sebastian York walks up to him. The history between these two is quite known, which everyone is quite aware of, thus making their face-to-face encounter that much more interesting.
Looking up, Chris Carson is the first to quell the silence.
Chris Carson: Yeah, what the hell do you want?
York, who is contending tonight for the World Title, hoping cash in and bring the title home in his first attempt, replies back by extending his hand for a handshake.
Sebastian York: Go on... shake it.
Taking some time to think, Chris Carson reluctantly shakes York's hand, much to the joy of the fans. Standing up, he gets in York's face.
Chris Carson: Like I asked, "What do you want?"
Sebastian York: I know you're busy with Casanova, that freak; but I want to inform you of something. Remember last year, when you were the captain of your Ultimate Survival Team?
Chris Carson: Yeah, what about it?
Sebastian York: And you picked me...
Chris Carson: Yeah.
Sebastian York: Consider the favor repaid.
Chris Carson: Huh?
Sebastian York: Corey Page has named me a captain to a team for this year's event. I've chosed you to join me. We've also been partnered in the Tag Wars Trophy Tournament...
Chris Carson: You don't say. Well, that's just music to my ears.
"The Creep" accepts Sebastian York's handshake.
Sebastian York: Consider this a 'peace offering'.
Chris Carson: For now. Unless you win the World Title, of course...
Sebastian York: Of course.
A second later, the two men step away from each other, allowing the cameras to go to the next scene.
"I can’t pass up this opportunity to make myself absurd,
I can’t pass up this opportunity to let myself be heard.
Would you, like to, be the one who sees me lose this all,
Would you, like to, be the one who sees me fall.
Nobody’s gonna stand in my way
Give it up son, I’m doin’ this my way
Nobody’s gonna stand in my way
Give it up son, I’m doin’ this my way
You like to think the worst is over now, but you cant breathe at all
You like to think you’re owed a favor now, man you’ve seen it all
Did you, want to, be the one who pushed me off the wall,
Did you, want to, be the one who let me fall."
Steven Jones slides through the ropes and runs to one side of the ring and raises his fist, getting a loud cheer. He then runs to the other side of the ring, getting another cheer from the arena. He walks to the turnbuckle as the crowd gets louder. He raises up his fist.
"Nobody’s gonna stand in my way
Give it up son, I’m doin’ this my way
Nobody’s gonna stand in my way
Give it up son, I’m doin’ this my way
You can’t hold me down..
You can’t hold me down..
You can’t hold me down..
You can’t hold me down.."
Steven Jones gets off the turnbuckles and hits the opposite Turnbuckle, as the crowd reaction is the same as he raises his fist.
"I can’t pass up this opportunity to make myself absurd,
I can’t pass up this opportunity to let myself be heard.
Would you, like to, be the one who sees me lose this all,
Would you, like to, be the one who sees me fall.
Nobody’s gonna stand in my way
Give it up, I’m doin’ this my way
Nobody’s gonna stand in my way
Give it up, I’m doin’ this my way
Out of my way"
Steven Jones then jumps off the turnbuckle and starts to pace around the ring, as his music fades and the lights return to normal.
As the two wait for their opponents, Zero and Jones both thumb at themselves and bicker about who will start. Zero seems to win the argument, emphasizing seniroity, forcing Jones to wait on the apron.
"Ladies and Gentlemen" by Saliva plays on the speakers...
"Ladies and Gentlemen please?"
"Would you bring your attention to me?"
The entire arena is dark save for two red spotlights circling the crowd.
"For a feast for your eyes to see..."
The outline of a figure standing atop the ramp can barely be seen through the darkness.
"An EXPLOSION of catastrophe!"
Red pyrotechnics shoot off from the side of the stage as Tommy Rozairo can now be seen walking down the ramp and into the ring as the fans are going nuts.
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...but Roxy appears a little shaken up after the situation backstage. She dizzily walks to the ring...
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.. Roxy makes it onto the apron, only to hold her head again from dizziness.
Rozario sees Roxy's instability and decides to go right to work, nailing Zero in the back of the head with a flying clothesline right as the bell rings! He knocks some kicks into Zero's midsection, then delivers an Irish Whip to bounce Zero off the ropes. He tries to roll up Zero into a quick Schoolboy...
...only for Zero to roll through and quickly wallop Rozario with a double-footed dropkick!
Zero skips out on the pin and hits a standing shooting star press in the middle of the ring. He counts along with the referee, while facing Steven Jones...
...1...2...
But the kickout is made!
Soon, Zero slaps on an armbar submission to ground Rozario, only for Rozario to slither out and deliver a toe-kick to Zero's temple.
Both wrestlers retreat to their corners and quickly make tags to their partners. Jones flips into the ring and is ready to wrestle, but Roxy appears a bit surprised by the blind tag. She staggers into the ring, only to stumble into a charging high-knee from Jones, followed by a bulldog that plants her forehead against the canvass.
He covers her...
...1...2...
...but only gets a two-count, as Roxy fights off a pin with a kick-out!
She holds her head a little, as she rolls to the corner. Once up to a standing position, Roxy looks dizzy again, but manages to duck a Superkick from Jones. She quickly reaches around Jones and digs her nails into his neck, then uses gravity to fall to the mat and rake her claws against his skin.
Jones howls from the scrape, then gets floored with a lungblower to the back. It's here that Roxy attempts a rollup on Steven Jones...
...1...
Kickout from Jones at the count of one!
Roxy doesn't wait for any recovery and decides to fight her way through her dizziness, standing up and kicking Jones in the midsection. She drops a leg across Jones's neck and attempts another pin...
...1...2...
This time, Steven Jones shoves Roxy off, not giving up!
Roxy staggers to her feet, the effects from the dizziness returning. She leans over the ropes to recover again, allowing Jones to tag in Zero. The luchador hops to the top rope and flips Roxy from a quick headscissors maneuver.
With Roxy onto the mat, Zero hops back onto the top turnbuckle to attempt a quick follow-up, flipping over in a high moonsault to double-stomp Roxy, but the dangerous move hits nothing but mat, as Roxy had rolled away from the center of the ring. Zero holds his legs from the impact, then absorbs a quick enzuguri to the face from Roxy!
Roxy sizes up Zero as he gets back to his feet and runs over to spin around him, getting her arms around Zero's neck to attempt a Roxy Ride, only for the "Master of the Reversal" to run up the turnbuckles and flip over Roxy!
Landing on his feet, Zero grabs her arm, and hits a flying armbar to snap Roxy to the mat! He goes for a cover...
...1...2...
Before the referee can slap the mat for the third time, she kicks out with strength! It's close, but not quite.
As a result, Zero looks frustrated, only to get mocked by Jones in his own corner. Zero stands up to jaw back at Jones, only for Roxy to shake off the effects of her dizzy spells, grab Zero around the neck, and hit her Roxy Ride!
Both opponents are groggy on the mat, with both of their partners trying to pump the crowd in their direction. Zero manages to roll over to tag in a hot Jones, while Roxy just tries to fight her way back to a vertical stance. Roxy fends off knees and kicks from Jones, only to get grabbed at tossed into the ropes!
Roxy bounces off the ropes, only to get tagged blindly on the back by an over-eager Rozario. Roxy absorbs a spinning heel kick to the chin, and she spills to the edge of the ring, but her partner jumps to the turnbuckle to try and sneak up on Jones. Rozario attempts a crossbody, only to get a Superkick to his abdomen!
With all of the other three wrestlers laying on the mat, Jones acts quickly to put the match away. He quickly slides Rozario to his feet, then slips him onto his back and hits a lethal vertebreaker, what he nicknames "Shattered By Broken Dreams"!
Roxy start to come to as Jones goes into his pin...
...1...2...
Roxy lunges, but she's too late...
...3!
Steve Jones gets the victory for his team! He quickly rolls out to the outside of the ring, getting his arm lifted in victory along, with Zero's. The two partners just nod to each other, but both seem to not appreciate the work of the other, walking to the back with plenty of distance between them, with Jones celebrating a lot more than Zero.
Both of them will be moving on to the finals of the Tag Wars Trophy, which will be at the final pay per view of the year, in the middle of December.
Roxy, meanwhile, isn't happy to see that Rozario lost the match for them. She is a little more stable now that rage seethes through her veins, and she slides into the ring with both of her titles. As Rozario gets to his feet and dumbly looks at the team retreating to the back, he turns right into a faceful of gold, as Roxy smashes the Ultraviolence Title across Rozario's chin!
The crowd boos loudly at Roxy’s lack of sportsmanship, but Roxy just spits at the crowd as she drags her two belts behind her, her strut backstage still unsteady. Rozario just slumps against the bottom rope, readjusting his chin and mopping a little of a nosebleed before making his way to the back.
Winner: Zero/Steven Jones
An expressionless Stevie Swing is shown wandering through the stripclub, still holding her World Title over her right shoulder, mindlessly bumping into random people. After several seconds, she haphazardly walks into Zero and Uno, who are both celebrating over their prior beatdown of Chris Extreme.
Zero: Good job, bro. I owe you a beer.
Uno: Damn right you owe me a beer, motherfucker. I'm the baddest mofo in this entire shidig, hombre.
Zero and Uno pound fists, gloating over their beatdown. Stevie Swing steps up to them and glares at both Mexican, mask-wearing men, who both chug their mug of alcohol.
Uno: Who's this boss? You here to suck my dick or what?
Instinctively, Zero motions for Uno to calm down.
Zero: Yo, yo, let's see what she wants.
He turns to Stevie.
Zero: So, what does a hot babe such as yourself want with two studs such as us?
Stevie Swing: I have a proposition.
Uno: Heh heh...
Zero: Yeah, amigo, I got some propositions, too.
Rolling her eyes, Stevie is quick to respond.
Stevie Swing: Listen, I need some help. I'be got an idea.
Zero: Listen, toots, if you want help, you're gonna have to pay up. My brother, Uno and I, don't come cheap, you know.
Uno: Damn right, these whores pay us! Fucking whores!
Stevie pulls out a wad of cash and throws it on the table in front of them. Uno's eyes open wide, as if he has just received an injection of HGH.
Uno: Sweet mamacita!
Zero: The smell of that money is intoxicating...
Stevie Swing: That's just for mowing my lawn. I'll pay you double if you do what I have planned...
Zero: We're listening...
Stevie Swing, Zero and Uno form a huddle. The cameraman is not able to pick up the sound of their discussion, resulting in the feed fading out.
It's damn cold outside outside the strip club. There's only one person out there by the loading docks trying to keep warm, but Julia seems to be staying relatively warm in a fur coat.
Julia: Damn it. Wish he'd hurry up already. At least I was able to milk Carson for the month's payment and afford his mink for warmth. And at least I bought this in Toronto. God, can it hurt to have a Macy's up here?
Julia puffs into her hands and turns, only to jump back from Casanova's fanged grin. Cas hardly looks cold, done with his match.
Julia: Geez, don't DO that! Can't you meet me without sneaking up on me?
Casanova: What, I'm scaring you already? Poor baby.
Julia: Spare me the sarcasm. Couldn't we meet in a warmer spot?
Casanova: Live with it. We're doing business where no one can bug us. Now, last few times was a favor. We both want Carson out of the picture.
Julia looks frustrated and uneasy, while Casanova stays cool.
Julia: Whatever. You scratch my back, I scratch yours. But I want him crippled, you hear me? You didn't finish the job. Carson still is wrestling.
Casanova: I lost interest when he stopped moving at Illusions. Besides, I sent him the message; I've crushed his skull with a computer, sent him into spasms with paddles, and made omelettes with his brain. He looked pathetic against that Badson guy. He'll never be the same man again.
Julia: Am I paying you to do a half-assed job?
Casanova: Maybe you ought to be paying for a full-assed job. Don't worry; I'll take Carson down on MY terms.
Julia hmphs to herself and storms off.
Julia: Fine. We'll talk about this later.
She storms off and leaves Casanova to smile toothily to himself. He turns his back to the camera to walk back to the strip club, but pauses a moment, hearing footsteps. He turns in the direction of the sound.
Casanova: Fuck, don't tell me that fucker Car...
CLANG!!
Casanova is suddenly floored with a chairshot to the face. Brandishing the chair is an enraged Chris Carson! He starts to wail across Casanova's back.
Chris Carson: Yes, it's that fucker, Carson! Don't you even THINK this is over!
Carson steps off camera while Casanova is left groaning on the ground. Carson pushes over a laundry cart and reaches into the pile to gingerly extract a slimy towel covered with filth and puke.
Casanova: What the...fuck?
Chris Carson: I don't see you gettin' up, Cas. Guess I'm gonna have to throw in the towel!
Carson tosses the towel back into the cart, then tips the cart over, puke-covered towels sloshing over Casanova! Carson almost looks sick to himself, but laughs out loud.
Chris Carson: This is NOT over, Cas. Not even close.
Carson storms off and lights up another cigar, leaving Casanova to claw himself out of the towels, angry but almost blowing his own chunks.
A door swings open and Morgana steps out, dressed in pink pinstripes, signifying herself as the referee for the upcoming main event matchup. Lookig focused, she shuts the door... only to stop in shock, as she realizes a note has been pinned to her door... via a knife.
Morgana: Uhm... what? Chris Extreme, did you do this?
She talks to herself, wondering out loud to one in particular. She snatches the paper down and reads the words out loud.
Morgana: "Leave my man alone, you pink headed bitch!"
A look of confusion crosses her face as she crumples up the paper and tosses it behind her.
Morgana: That retard better not be playing games. I swear...
She fixes her top and then walks off. However, the writer of the note remains a mystery...
Guest Ref: Morgana
The crowd cheers at nearly deafening decibels as hot pink and gold fireworks explode down the ramp, prompting Morgana to saunters out from backstage. Wearing a pink pinstriped referee shirt and a pair of black skorts. Jumping up onto the ring apron, she blows kisses to the fans and then hops into the ring, where she will referee tonight's main event.
i'm miss lifestyles of the rich and famous
i'm miss oh my god, that morgy's shameless
i'm miss extra, extra, this just in
i'm miss she's too big now she's too thin
Taking a spot in the center of the ring, she awaits the arrival the two opponents -- Stevie Swing, the champ; and Sebastian York, the challenger, whom she arranged for the shot by defeating Stevie.
All My Life I been searching for something...
Something never comes, never leads to nothing...
Nothing satisfies, but I'm gettin close...
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
The words MADE FOR TV appear on the screen as the lights in the arena slowly began to dim and "All My Life" by the Foo Fighters progresses on. An array of baby blue lasers shoot into various directions, moving about, in time with the rhythm of the music.
As the song drops in, explosions go off, as Sebastian York makes his way to the top of the ramp, rocking out to the music. He hops up and down atop the ramp before bursting into a full sprint towards the ring.
Sliding into the ring, he pops up onto his feet and lifts both of his hands into the air, drawing a huge pop from the crowd as pyro shoots into the air from the each corner. As the pyro display dies down, Sebastian nods to the referee and waits for his match to begin.
Darkness cockslaps the arena. “Chick Habit” by April March pumps through the P.A., and a spotlight shines on a pink glass and tissue paper structure that is not unlike…a vagina. There’s a silhouette of a woman on the pink paper, and an image of the one and only Stevie Swing on screen.
Stevie Swing bursts through the vagina to deafening cheers, the people in the audience going apeshit for the Dancing KingQueen. That sounds gay. Stevie dances around as fireworks explode all over the stage (gotta have fireworks), showing off her figure. She dances on down to the ring and rolls in, where more fireworks go off, much to the delight of the crowd.
Once she's inside, Stevie Swing reluctantly removes her World Title and hands it over to Morgana, who smirks at her former ally upon having the title in her hands. Feeling reminiscient of the old days, as she holds the belt in her hands, Morgana hands the title over to the ring announcer, looks at Sebastian and Stevie; and then calls for the bell, riling the fans up.
With Morgana standing between them, Stevie and Sebastian -- two enemies -- stand across the ring from each other, sizing the other up. Circling around, they look for an opening, with Sebastian York looking to officially have held every single title in Sin Wrestling. In fact, York goes to lockup with Stevie, but she ducks underneath this attempt, rattles around York and applies a reverse-waistlock.
Slithering his way out of this hold, Sebastian forces Stevie's arms away from him, hooks onto her left wrist and then applies a wristlock. Stevie is keen to escape this hold, though; as she rolls forward, rolling onto her back, where she then uses her feet to kick upward. Her two feet connect with Sebastian's face, forcing him to release the hold and to stagger back, holding his face.
Springing up, Stevie continues to eye Morgana, only to jet forward, striking with a dropkick to the back of York's skull, knocking him front-first into the corner. After jumping to her feet, Stevie charges into the corner, delivers a leaping-knee to the back of Sebastian's neck and then climbs to the second rope, where she begins striking with punches to the back of his head.
A vigorous Sebastian York fights back, though; as he shoves Stevie off him, sending her collapsing to the canvas. Turning around, he is instantly met with a charging attack from Stevie; only to duck beneath the attempt, forcing the champ to stumble into the corner. Taking advantage of this, Sebastian York waistlocks Stevie and goes for a release German suplex...
...but Stevie is able to completely backflip, landing safely on her feet; which means she is able to go back on the offensive! Just as York goes to stand, Stevie races back in, using her speed and prowess to connect with a Shining Wizard! Cementing that, she then uses the middle turnbuckle pad to nail a springboard moonsault, allowing her to cover him, whilst hooking a leg...
Slowly, Morgana walks around, checks her invisible watch and goes for the cover...
......1......2......
Sebastian York uses this elapsed time to perfectly kickout, thus annoying Stevie Swing, who looks venomously at Morgy, who is praised by the fans.
Stepping up, Stevie sits Sebastian up and delivers a seated-dropkick to the back of his neck. Rolling him onto his stomach, she bounces off the ropes, springs back and hits a somersault legdrop across Sebastian's neck, hoping to keep him down.
From this downed position, Stevie Swing makes sure to keep her knee draped across York's neck, while reaching forward, grabbing onto his furthest arm. Pulling his arm back, she uses her left knee to push his head/neck forward, hoping to wear him down, possibly even looking for a submission.
Stevie, of course, is a warrior and refuses to quit. Not only that, but Morgy takes her dead time to check on him, making sure this match continues. Unfortunately, this only angers Stevie, forcing her to prolong the hold and apply it even harder.
The fans are firmly behind Sebastian, who rises to his knees, trying to fight back. This causes Stevie to try and re-work the move, now applying a cross-armbreaker, still hoping for a tapout, but to no avail.
Slowly, but surely, Sebastian gets to his feet, with Stevie still dangling from him. Using all of his strength, he lifts her into the air, only to bring her down with a powerbomb, much to the delight of the fans and Morgana. Obviously, this drop is enough to make Stevie break the hold, thus allowing for Sebastian to hastily try and apply his Sharpshooter, which he calls "Fighting Mediocrity"!
Instantly aware of her predicament, Stevie squirms and wiggles, hoping to free herself, which she successfully obliges. Rolling frantically onto her side, she rolls out of the ring and away from Sebastian York, who has started to come on strong.
Out here, Stevie stumbles around, even waltzing over to the announcer's booth, where she grabs her title, hoping to count herself out, which means she'll retain. Realizing this, Morgana smirks, shakes her head and denies Stevie of this, causing the World Champ to throw a fit at ringside!
This high emotion results in her moving off her game, meaning Sebastian is able to sneak out of the ring and blindside her with an attack, much to the joy of the fans! After some punches and chops, Sebastian York easily suplexes Stevie on the floor, making her smack against the floor with a hard sound!
Sebastian immediately rises, going back on the attack on Stevie. Lifting her up, he shoots her towards the ring steps, hoping to smack her into the cold, hard steel; but she jumps onto the steps, avoiding any danger... for now! Sebastian York charges in, hoping to nail a running-forearm to her, only to be surprised when she leaps back, grabs onto him with a facelock and brings him roughly down with a Tornado DDT onto the floor!
Dizzy, having just saved herself from possible doom, Stevie Swing stands, shrugging off the jeers being poured onto her. Climbing onto the ring apron, she first yells at Morgana, who remains in the ring, playing the role of the innocent ref, and then uses the middle rope as a springboard. Moonsaulting back, she soars through the air, catching Sebastian as she falls... only to also smash her left leg into the ring railing!
She howls out in pain, as both competitors crash to the floor, holding her left kneecap. This allows for Sebastian York to actually rise before her, kick her in the head and then realizes the pain in her left leg. Wisely stomping on it, he is quick to pick her up and roll her back inside, where he slides in after her.
Grabbing her left leg, he lifts it up and kicks/stomps it, even laying it across the bottom rope. Pushing himself into the air, he comes crashing down on her knee, hoping to wear it down, only to then drop his own knee into it. From this position, he wraps her left leg around his very own left leg, trying for a grapevine submission.
In quite a different scene, Morgana is quick to respond, checking to see if Stevie quits.
Morgana: You submit, yes?
Stevie Swing: No! Oh god, my leg!
Morgana: You want me to ring the bell, yes?!
Stevie Swing: No!
Morgana: I'll ring it, if you want!
Stevie Swing: No! No! Augh! My poor, Jewish leg!
Realizing she won't submit, Sebastian relinquishes the hold, rises back to his feet and stomps on her kneecap once more. Tucking her leg beneath his armpit, he rolls her over, going for a single-leg Boston crab, still looking for a submission.
Stevie Swing: Ugh... fuck no!
Thinking quickly, Stevie uses her right leg to kick Sebastian, pushing him and knocking him into the corner. Getting up a kneeling position on only her right knee, Stevie watches as Sebastian stumbles out, nailing him with a wicked back-handed chop to the groin/testicles. Upon seeing this, Morgana gets in Stevie's face, giving her a harsh tongue lecture.
Yes, tongue lecture; not a tongue bath.
Under a wave of boos, Stevie innocently plays this off, acting as if it was an accident. Morgana knows better, though; promising that if Stevie does this again, she will be disqualified... and will lose her title, which sets Stevie off into a fit of anger!
Stevie balls her hands into fists, about to stand and strike Morgana; but she is again warned. Instead, she turns back to Sebastian York, translating her anger onto him with repeated punches, chops and slaps to the back and face.
Forced to stand in place, Stevie continues slugging away at Sebastian York's face, even hitting him with some elbows, which bring Sebastian down to one knee. Delivering an elbow across the back of his neck, she cripples towards the ropes, steps to the outer portion of the apron and slowly starts climbing to the top turnbuckle.
Seeing this, Sebastian York quickly hops to his feet and runs into the corner, where he trips Stevie, crotching her on the top rope! After delivering a European uppercut, Sebastian applies a 3/4 facelock and goes to give her a 3/4 facelock-bulldog off the ropes. However, as Sebastian thrusts forward, Stevie pushes him ahead, allowing her to use her right leg to leap off the top rope and connect with a single-leg flying dropkick!
It takes her a few seconds, but she slowly covers Sebastian, demanding a cover from her nemesis, Morgana...
......1......
Morgana strikes the canvas once...
......2......
...twice...
......
Before making the three, Morgana fakes having a seizure and/or a heart attack and begins rolling around the canvas, holding her arm! Infuriated, Stevie hops to her uninjured leg, walks to Morgy and lifts her up, getting in her face!
As the referee, Morgana doesn't like this disrespect, so she begins wagging her finger in Stevie's horrified face. Steam almost seems to explode from Stevie's ears, as her proccupation with Morgana almost leads to her downfall...
Behind her, getting to his feet, Sebastian York applies a reverse-facelock, catching the World Champ by surprise. In a second or two, Sebastian drops down with a front-falling reverse-DDT!
Reaching ahead, he hooks onto her left leg, hoping for a pinfall, which Morgana instantly begins counting...
...1...2...
...
No!
Stevie Swing kicks out, using her vile feelings for Morgana to power herself out!
Frustrated the most by this is Sebastian York, who is kept from a World Title win. Right away, he jumps to his feet, yanks her up with him and then appears to go for "The Hunger"! When he goes to swing her around, she is able to flee to safety, pulling away from York, who follows up by looking for a clothesline... which gets ducked!
Despite the pain in her left leg, Stevie swiftly turns around and goes for a superkick; aka "The Last Dance"! However, the kick is a weak one and York is able to grab ahold of her foot, step over her leg and drag her down to the canvas! From this position, Sebastian immediately hooks on a STF, looking for yet another submission!
Morgana: Quit, you whore, quit!
Stevie Swing: No! Never!
The fans are on Stevie Swing, demanding that she quit, as well. They cheer out loud for Sebastian, throwing their entire support to him, as he wrenches back, trying to make her tapout.
Morgana: Are you sure?!
Stevie Swing: Shut the fuck up!
After several minutes of being locked in the hold, Stevie Swing frantically reaches out, grabs onto the bottom rope and finds a release, forcing Morgana to start a 5-count to break the submission.
......1......2......3......
Stevie Swing: Auughhhh...!
......4......
Stevie Swing: The pain! Oh, the pain!
......4 1/2...... 4 3/4......
Stevie Swing: Make it stop; make it stop!
Morgana: Okay, break the hold...
...
Morgana: ...now!
When Morgy asks, Sebastian breaks the hold, letting Stevie Swing go. Standing back, he watches as Stevie awkwardly flops around, trying to regain feeling in her left leg, but finds nothing but pain. Acting on this, he kicks her kneecap, hooks her leg and looks for a Dragonscrew-legwhip...
...only to have Stevie Swing act in a moment of desperation and nail an enziguiri to the back of Sebastian's skull!
In response, Morgana steps back, waiting to see who the first person to rise will be. Ironically, it's actually Stevie that stands first. She is soon followed by Sebastian York, who gets to his knees, before being attacked by a stumbling Stevie Swing.
Looking to grab onto her left leg, Sebastian reaches out with his arms, only to have Stevie cartwheel to the side, away from him. In an act of defiance, she strikes with another seated-dropkick, using her healthy, right leg, which she smacks directly into Sebastian's face.
Snarling at Morgana, Stevie stomps on the back of Sebastian's neck with her left leg, trying to make him kiss the mat. The damage done to her leg disables the extra amount of punishment she's able to inflict, however; resulting in her having to stop with the move. Backing up, she allows Sebastian to slowly rise, having him lift himself with the middle rope, which he lifelessly hangs over. Using her healthy leg, she pushes herself into the air, via some aide with the top rope, and hopes to come crashing down onto his neck.
Suffice to say, he has other plans.
As gravity takes affect, she sails down, landing her stomach on nothing but two of Sebastian York's boots! Sebastian had rolled over and gotten into place for her to miss the landing, making her go gut-first into his feet!
The fans cheer; and so does Morgana, who watches Stevie stumble around, barely able to walk, while holding her gut. This prompts Sebastian to jump up, walk toward her and then hoist her up into a reverse-fireman's carry position, the precursor to "Made For TV"! Hope befills him, his chances of becoming the new World Champ swell, as he swings Stevie out, hoping to complete the move...
...only to have Stevie luckily spin around and hurricanrana him down, using all that she can muster!
Stevie and Sebastian instantly get back up, Stevie happy to have avoided the move. Stumbling about, she notices Sebastian make his way towards her, giving her the idea to swat her elbow at him.
It's an awful idea.
To combat this elbow-shot, Sebastian ducks... and goes to suplex her. Feeling in danger, Stevie squirms and tries to slide out of the hold, but results in her landing across his shoulders, returning to a Torture Rack position! She attempts some elbows, but Sebastian quickly flings her out, hitting the Made For TV!
Wasting no time, he makes the cover; which Morgana begins counting...!
...1...
Sebastian pulls back, feeling the match is over...!
...2...
Stevie's left leg is hooked...
...
A microsecond before Morgana's hand hits the canvas, Stevie Swing rolls out of the cover!
Everyone in attendance -- including Morgy -- is surprised by this kickout, sending them into a frenzy! Even Sebastian York holds his hands on his head, surprised by the lack of a pinfall.
Standing up, Sebastian circles around Stevie, grabbing onto her two feet/legs. Right away, he goes to apply the "Fighting Mediocrity" Sharpshooter, which gets fans on their feet, knowing that the damage done to Stevie's left leg won't let her last...
Morgy drops down to her knees, checking on Stevie.
Mprgana: Come on, quit! Do it! Quit!
Stevie Swing: No! Never!
Morgana: Do it!
Stevie Swing: Never!
Pain is evident, Stevie's face tells the story. Sebastian York refuses to let up, pulling back as hard as he can, trying to make the champ tap. Suddenly, everyone's attention turns towards the entrance... where Zero and Uno are shown running down from the backstage area!
Circling around the ring, they go close to the action, which has Stevie Swing seconds away from tapping. Before she can, though; both Zero and Uno reaches inside the ring, grabs one of Morgana's feet and pulls her out of the ring, distracting her! As Zero blocks Morgana, hiding her view of the action, the fans are privy to Stevie Swing tapping out like a madwoman, unable to stop the pain!
Thanks to Zero, this goes oblivious to Morgana, who has her back turned, trying to get the two Mexican men out of here. In the meantime, Uno stumbles about on the floor, grabs a chair from the front row and heaves it into the ring, allowing it to clatter in front of Stevie Swing, who is insufferable with pain. Reaching out, she grabs the chair, twists around and slams the chair against the back of Sebastian York's skull!
Collapsing in a heap, Sebastian releases the hold, while Stevie retains the chair, lays it across the back of York's head and jumps into the air. Floating down like a brick, she drives her foot onto the chair, jamming it into the back of Sebastian York's head, allowing her to then kick the chair out of the ring and cover York!
Upon seeing this, Uno and Zero back away, letting Morgana get back into the ring. Once she gets back inside, she sees Stevie covering York and hesitantly makes the count...
......1......
Zero and Uno watch from outside, while Morgana makes the first count...
......2......
Stevie Swing yells at her to finish...
............
She warily slaps her hand down...
......3!
Disheartened, Morgana counts the three, giving the victory to Stevie Swing, who victoriously tries to stand, but has problems, thanks to her injured left leg. Zero and Uno grab the World Title from the ring announcer and slide into the ring with it, presenting it to Stevie, who then points at Morgana.
Morgy is checking on Sebastian York, as she is then jumped by Zero, Uno and Stevie Swing! Zero and Uno hold her, while Stevie clocks her with the World Title belt, sending her unconscious! The trio then turn to Sebastian York, kicking and stomping at him, giving him a severe beatdown!
Uno powerbombs Sebastian, while Zero holds Morgana for Stevie Swing. Walking up to her, Stevie connects with some vicious slaps and punches, which bloodies Morgana's nose! Wobbling backwards, Stevie Swing looks to completely annihilate Morgy, until...
"Sonne" by Rammstein blasts across the speakers, bringing out Chris Extreme, who charges to the ring, looking motherfucking pissed-off. He races to the ring, having leftover, crusty blood on his forehead, and slides inside.
Uno goes to grab him, but Chris Extreme kicks him in the crotch... and then delivers a Cock Factor!
Zero turns away from Morgana and charges at Chris Extreme...
...but he gets kicked and then Cock Factored, as well!
The fans are actually on their feet, cheering Chris Extreme, of all people, as he saves his new partner, Morgana! He spots Stevie Swing trying to attack Morgy again and chases after her... only to have Stevie Swing immediately slide to the outside, away from Extreme's clutches!
Wobbling on the floor, she stumbles to the announcer and grabs the microphone.
Stevie Swing: Whoa, whoa, whoa, you Nazi! You don't want to attack me! You know why! Because you're going to be my partner! Not only for Tag Wars... but... I, Stevie Swing, am anouncing Chris Extreme as my first draft pick against Sebastian York and his merry band of faggots!
Stevie slams the microphone down and walks away, but not before stuffing some money down the tights of Zero and Uno. Crippling to the back, she smirks, points to her title, while Chris Extreme looks perplexed in the ring. Sebastian York, on the other hand, sits in the corner, trying to figure out what just happened, as he holds the back of his head.
Morgana remains on the ground, letting herself heal, amazed at her saviour.
The final image of the night is that of Stevie Swing holding her World Title in the air, still the champ, having successfully defended her title, even with the odds against her.
Winner: Stevie Swing