Event Date: Tuesday, November 25th, 2008
Theme Song: Strung Out - "Bring Out Your Dead"
Tonight's event takes place inside of a hockey convention in Montreal, Quebec; a town that has a loving history with its hockey teams and players. Hordes of people wearing Canadiens jerseys circle around the event, getting autographs signed from various hockey players, including Saku Koivu. One of those fans is Sin Wrestling owner, Corey Page.
Saku Koivu: There you go, "Corey Page".
He hands Corey the autograph.
Corey Page: OH SAKU MY SAKU!
Up next, Corey Page steps up to Patrice Brisebois, holds a gun to his face and threatens him.
Corey Page: Get off my team, faggot.
Before security can respond and yank Corey Page out of there, the attention of everyone flogs towards the entrance. The entire convention lets out a thunderous gasp, gazing upon a pink-haired Morgana, who steps in through the door, brandishing her blue and white Toronto Maple Leafs jersey.
Morgana: Hmmm? Did I fart or something?
Oblivious to the angry glares she receives, Corey Page quickly walks over to her, not wanting her to get murdered.
Corey Page: Take it off! Oh God, take it off!
She looks down, observing her Leafs jersey.
Morgana: What? This? Hell no.
Corey Page: Fine, you asked for it.
In reply, Corey Page throws a red, blue and white jersey of the Montreal Canadiens over Morgy.
Morgana: Oh God, it burns! It burns! I think I'm melting!
Corey Page: Oh, you are not.
Morgana: Ugh.
Corey Page: You need to worry about your Tag Wars qualifier match tonight and not about getting murdered by a bunch of rowdy Habs fans... for example, me.
Morgana: Fine, fine, fine.
Hastily, she removes the Habs jersey Corey placed on her and then pulls off the Leafs jersey. She's left wearing a skimpy t-shirt that has a frog on it. Corey and Morgana share awkward glances.
Morgana: I assure you, it's only a coincidence.
Corey Page: Steve Hebert will be pissed. He'll cry, too, you know.
Morgana: So... about this Tag Warts...
Corey Page: Tag Wars...
Morgana: Ah, yes, who's my partner? It's not Chris Extreme is it because he won't stop stalking me. Last night, he called me every 15 minutes, making sure I was still his partner.
Corey Page: And are you his partner?
Morgana: Hell no! Well, maybe tonight... am I?
Corey Page: Actually... no. Jay is your partner for tonight.
Morgana: Oh Jaysus.
Corey Page: Yes, Jay. You'll be taking on Chris Carson and Sebastian York.
Morgana: York should be the damn World Champion right now, too.
Corey Page: Hey, you're the one that made the pinfall.
Morgana: I've even been getting harassing phonecalls from some girl that insults me about that. I didn't see that chairshot! It's not my fault! Blame those two Mexican guys!
Corey Page: I've heard about that.
Morgana: That, plus the entire Chris Extreme thing, has been ultra-creepy, too.
Corey Page: Chris Extreme is a changed man!
Morgana: Uh...
Just then, Chris Extreme walks in through the door, in only his boxers. His face is red, his nose is chilly and he is really frickin' cold.
Chris Extreme: Wifey Morgcedes!
Morgana: Ugh... get me out of here!
Chris Extreme: We're partners! I'll beat up that evil Stevie Swing for you, too!
Corey Page cuts in.
Corey Page: Actually, you're in a 4-way match for the Television Title.
Chris Extreme: What the negroids?
Chris puts his hands up to his lips, almost ashamed to have swore in front of Morgana.
Chris Extreme: Oh no, I'm sorry!
Morgana: Stevie Swing is your partner for the pay per view, actually. So, you better beat her up. That's a good idea. Smack her tits off!
Out of nowhere, Chris Extreme plucks a fork out of his white boxers and holds it in the air.
Chris Extreme: Yes, sir, Morgcedes!
He gallantly trots off, in search of Stevie Swing, hoping to beat her up for Morgana, even though they are partners at the upcoming pay per view.
Morgana: Speaking of that pay per view, I'm going to be picked for that main event... right? Right?!
Shruggling, Corey politely responds.
Corey Page: We'll see. It's up to Stevie and Sebastian York.
Morgana: Hmmm...
With that, the image fades out, bringing us to the squared circle for tonight's first match.
The lights in the arena fade into darkness as “Clocks” By Coldplay begins to play over the P.A system. Immediately, the fans jump to their feet in a frenzy of cheers, as all attention shifts to the ramp.
Fireworks BLAST off the ramp, as fog begins to roll out of the gate area, and suddenly a light immerges. The slender silhouette of Samantha Curie is illuminated, showing her standing with her arms outstretched and her head down, mimicking her former mentor, Ashe Draven. She than steps out into the spotlight and lowers her arms, looking out to the adoring public with a big grin on her face.
“On her way to the ring, from Los Angeles California – SAMANTHA CURIE!” Sam break off into a run before sliding into the ring, under the ropes. She then hops up and heads to her corner before jumping up and sitting on the top turnbuckle pad to await the start of her match.
As the bell rings, David hops over the top rope, ready to go to work, but Samantha tries to make her flashy entrance right away, turning away from David as she stands on the turnbuckle and arches into the air with a moonsault. However, David manages to show his difference in body strength by catching Sam across his right shoulder, then drives Sam back-first into the turnbuckle.
As Sam stumbles out of the corner, David pulls up Samantha into a spinebuster. He tries to go into a submission move right away, but Sam manages to slither out of it and roll to the apron. David walks over to the apron to reach over the ropes, only for Samantha to kick her foot up and punt him in the chin while holding onto a rope. David staggers back, walk into a quick hurricanranna from Samantha!
Young rolls into the corner, but Sam quickly follows up with kicks to his chest. She jumps onto the middle ropes, then stomps right on Young's stomach, making him roll onto the mat.
She goes for the cover...
...1...2...
David Young tosses her off, continuing the match!
David sits up, only to be floored again when Sam rushes to the corner, jumping onto the middle turnbuckle and hitting a Shining Wizard kick across his jaw. Samantha uses this sort of technique as David tries to sit up, kicking him in the shoulders and the back of the head.
Once David appears dizzy enough, Samantha slows things down, sliding her legs around his neck to apply a triangle choke hold. The referee checks on him, but after a minute in the hold, David manages to hoist himself up onto his knees, trying to slam Sam's back against the mat. The first attempt doesn't make Sam release the hold, so David struggles to stand up and lift Samantha up a second time, wobbling a little bit with Samantha's legs still around his neck. He tries to hold Smantha in place for a power bomb, only for Samantha to reverse momentum into another hurricanranna!
David, already out of breath, slouches across the top rope. Samantha goes back to work and bounces off the ropes, hitting a two-footed dropkick to David's back not once, but three times, weakening him a little bit at a time!
Sam goes for the move once too often, and the next time off the ropes, she meets a heavy clothesline from David. The submissionist seems to have gotten a heavy dose of his own medicine, however; as he's red-faced and out of breath.
Dropping down, he lazily pins Samantha...
...1...
...but she grabs at the bottom rope with a free hand, forcing the pin to be halted!
David backs up and sizes Sam up for a big boot as she pulls herself up the ropes, only to miss when Sam ducks and pulls down the top rope, letting it go when David crotches himself across it!
As David (and half the audience) winces in pain, Samantha hops onto the nearest turnbuckle and comes down to give David an Evenflow DDT--her dubbed "Rave-Effect DDT"--bouncing his head against the canvas!
Rolling onto him, she hooks a leg...
...1...2...
...she even counts along with the referee, and the fans...
...3!
With her first match over, Samantha Curie walks away the victory. She slides out of the ring and gets her arm raised in victory, while David recovers in the ring, shocked but understanding that he lost. He shakes his head as Samantha struts backstage to her entrance music.
Winner: Samantha Curie
We go backstage, where Stevie Swing is sitting down behind an opulent, wooden desk. On the desk is her Sin Wrestling World Title and a clip board. In her hand is a pencil.
Stevie Swing: Dan Black is right out.
She looks up from the clipboard, to the door.
Stevie Swing: Send the next one in, please.
The door opens, allowing Sahkid Obasanjo to enter the room. A huge flash goes off, causing the Nigerian champion to jump. It’s Stevie, taking a Polaroid of Sahkid.
Stevie Swing: Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot that you people are afraid of cameras. They steal souls or something. Please, sit down.
Sahkid does as he is told, sitting in a chair opposite of Stevie Swing.
Stevie Swing: Now I’m sure you’re wondering why you’re here…
Sahkid Obasanjo: Challenge?
Stevie Swing: Well, in a way, yes.
Sahkid Obasanjo: Challenge?
Stevie Swing: The biggest of your career, Sahkid. Ultimate Survival.
Sahkid Obasanjo: I want... challenge.
Stevie Swing: Yes, I know Sahkid, but it’s a process of vetting.
Sahkid Obasanjo: Challenge?
Stevie Swing: No! Vetting! You must be vetted via two-minute interview before I can allow you on my team, understand? Two minutes, and you can go out before the world for your challenge, you understand? Sebastian York! Chris Carson! You could be facing these men!
Sahkid Obasanjo: Challenge.
Stevie Swing: I know, on the surface, Sebastian York and Chris Carson may not seem like a big challenge, and they’re not. At least, they’re not challenges to me. To you though…you’d be lucky to face men of these caliber. And you have struck lucky, Sahkid, because I’m looking for the kind of team that will get out of my way and let me win. Savvy?
Sahkid Obasanjo: Challenge. I want challenge.
Stevie Swing: Alright. Get the fuck out of my locker room.
Sahkid Obasanjo scratches his head, stands up and exits. It's probably for the best.
We cut backstage with MorganaJay, wearing a pink wig. She is walking down the hall toward the Pepsi machine, whistling ala Daryl Hannah in Kill Bill. An obnoxious teenage fan walks up to her with a paper and cheap pen. Jay ignores the teenager and tries to shove her change in the marked shiny slit for bills.
Fan: Morgana!!!11 Can I have your autograph?! Please?!
Jay turns to the pleading fan and furrows her brow.
Jay: Where's Morgana?...Huh? Who are you? Why are you here?
Fan: You're Morgana!
Jay: What? No. I'm Jay.
Fan: Uh...?
Jay points to the pink wig and shows her forearm tattoo.
Fan: Bitch!!
The fan stomps on Jay's foot and runs away. Jay nurses her foot and then shrugs. She proceeds to shove her change in the machine. Ace Rodgers approaches and gently taps Jay on the shoulder.
Jay: What now?!
Ace Rodgers: Just wanted to ask you a few questions about your match tonight.
Jay: Why?
Ace looks confused.
Ace Rodgers: Because it's my job.
Jay: Help me with this first. I want a coke.
Jay points to the machine and drops her coins in Ace's hand.
Ace Rodgers: Okay... it's a Pepsi machine, though.
Jay: Get me a Coke and I'll totally do an interview.
He slides the coins in the correct deposit and pushes the Pepsi button. It takes a moment, but a can soda drops to the bottom and Ace grabs it.
Ace Rodgers: This is as close to a Coke as you'll get-
Ace looks around and realizes that Jay has magically disappeared. He scratches his head some and then opens the delicious soda for himself.
Fresh off her match, Samantha Curie walks to the back, still riled up from her previous encounter. As she walks towards her locker room, she is approached by Roxy Erikson, who has both the Ultraviolence Title and Television Title slung over her shoulder. Getting in Samantha's face, Roxy speaks up.
Roxy Erikson: Was it you?
Samantha Curie: Huh?
Confused, Samantha has no idea how to react.
Roxy Erikson: What is it you? At the last show, it was you that spoke about me and my titles... so was it you?!
Samantha Curie: I... still have no idea what you're talking about...
Frazzled, Roxy corners Samantha Curie, getting in her face.
Roxy Erikson: Was is you that attacked me?!
Samantha Curie simply shakes her head -- no.
Samantha Curie: What the hell? No, it wasn't me.
Roxy leans on Samantha, trying to question her some more, hoping to get an answer to pop out of her. She holds a fist up, pointing it in Samantha's direction.
Roxy Erikson: Are you sure?
"Hey, what's going on here?"
A voice yells from the distance and a man appears. This guy grabs Roxy Erikson and pushes her back, getting her away from Samantha Curie.
Guy: Who do you think you are?
Roxy Erikson: I'm Roxy freakin' Erikson; who are you?
Before he can answer, Samantha Curie chimes in.
Samantha Curie: Justin... Justin Spirit... what are you doing here?!
The guy swerves his head towards Samantha, grinning at her.
Roxy Erikson: Eh, screw this.
Roxy Erikson quickly steps away, leaving Samantha and Justin Spirit together.
Justin Spirit: I'm here... in Sin Wrestling, too.
Samantha Curie: I... I see...
Justin Spirit: Come to think of it, my match is up next. Hey, maybe we should catch up later, how about it? Heh.
Before turning to walk away, Justin snickers and leaves Samantha Curie behind.
THE ONLY STAR
THE GREAT DESTROYER
THE MILLENNIUM MAN
THE MESSIANIC FUCKHEAD
TONY F'N MILLENNIA
Darkness -- it is not unlike the darkness accompanying every gothic wrestler's entrance since the beginning of time.
More darkness. Lots and lots of darkness and crying babies/ten year old boys who were pampered by mommy a little too much. It's really scary.
Electronic drum beats explode from speakers all around the arena; it is opening to "The Great Destroyer" by the best source of music on the planet, Nine Inch Nails. Flashing to the beats are several strobe lights surrounding the entryway. They are joined by a spotlight that settles on the entrance itself.
But no one comes.
Suddenly, shouting and screaming can be heard. The live feed cuts to a camera angled out over the audience. From the very back of one of the lower level sections a figure can be seen making its way through the sea of people. As the camera zooms in, it is precisely the man everyone is waiting for, that being Tony Millennia.
Turn it up
Listen to the shit they pump into your head
Filling you with apathy
Hold your breath
Wait until you know the time is right on time
The end is near
The lights go down, a red flashing strobelight begins to flash in time with the pounding drum and guitar intro to Metallica's "Ride the Lightning". Every fan in the house stands to their feet, an explosion of cheers threatening to tear the roof off the place as the curtains spread apart and "The Rock and Roll Outlaw" Axl Lionsworth steps out onto the stage, beer in one hand, barbed-wire wrapped guitar in the other, and a cigarette in between his lips.
He takes a long drag of the smoke, smiling as he looks around the place, exhaling his cigarette smoke and raising his guitar into the air, acknowledging the teething masses who cheered louder than ever. He begins to walk down the ramp, taking a drink of his beer and turning to the fans, smiling and spraying his mouthful of beer into the air, all over them.
Handing the beer to a fan, Axl makes his way to the ring, throwing the guitar under the bottom rope and sliding under himself, grabbing his guitar and runs over to the turnbuckle. He runs up it, hoisting the guitar up again, taking another drag of his cigarette, exhaling into the air to a third explosion of cheers. Jumping off the turnbuckle and setting the guitar down, a ringhand takes the guitar, as he tosses the cigarette to the ground, clapping his hands together a few times, waiting.
The lights in the arena die down. Spotlights circle throughout the entire arena. The crowd rises to its feet in anticipation. The sound of a lead guitar strumming back and forth queues up over the PA system and the main guitar riffs to "Out Of My Way" by Seether play, as the words "Out of my Way!!!" explode over the P.A. system. Steven Jones walks out, standing atop of the ramp, as the crowd explodes in cheers and salutes their hero. Jones stands on the rampway with his arms outstretched, taking in all the crowd as it gets him pumped up. "Out of my.... WAY!!!!!!" is heard one last time, as Jones starts to walk down the rampway in rhythm as the lyrics kick in.
"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.
After the fifteen minutes dedicated solely to introductions, the fans are itching for action to begin! And it does with a vengeance, as both Steven Jones and Axl Lionsworth charge at Tony Millennia, which backs him into a corner under a flurry of blows! Jones pounds down on Millennia with stomps, and once Millennia's neutralized, he turns with a hard elbow to Axl Lionsworth, which backs him out of the corner, as well.
With the crowd firmly behind him, he lays a few more stomps to Tony Millennia, before whipping around lightning fast, and completely knocking the shit out of Axl Lionsworth with a tornado punch! Axl hits the deck, as Jones runs to the ropes, leaping off the turnbuckle with his springboard moonsault named "the Great Depression"! Jones crushes his weight across Axl, and holds him for the cover!
...1...2...
...NO!
Millennia barely makes the save, stealing the easy victory from the grasp of Steven Jones!
Tony Millennia, who seems to be more on his game than usual, throws some stiff forearms to Jones, before lifting him to a standing position, and tossing him to the corner with a standing belly-to-belly suplex. Once in here, Millennia crushes him with a short running splash, before yanking him out with an armbar. He fights mightily for it, though; as it is ultimately countered by Jones, who flips through it, and attempts to drag Millennia himself to the mat with a cross armbar of his own!
However, Tony fights it with fierce abandon, giving no quit until he's reached the ropes, and the referee forces Jones to break the hold. As a matter of fact, Tony leans through the ropes, watching Jones warily as he backs off, buying both men a break.
To their amusement, Axl Lionsworth suddenly finds a point to interject himself between them, which results in his clothesline attempt finding nothing on Steven Jones. This allows Jones to bounce off the ropes and plow a hard boot into Axl's mid-section.
Soon enough, Tony Millennia joins in, grabbing Axl from behind and driving a hidden knee into Axl's groin, before flattening him headfirst to the mat with his trademark Ballistic DDT! He goes for the cover!
...1...
Not even a two count!
Steven Jones stomps Millennia off his cover, before quickly dragging him to his feet and dropping him hard back to the mat with a scoop slam.
Glancing back and forth, Steven Jones is undecided for which of his competitors to attack, before settling on Axl Lionsworth, whom he drops an elbow across. Next, he lifts Axl up, only to toss him from the ring. Jones uses this opportunity to stalk Millennia, waiting for an opening!
Finally, Millennia gets fully to his feet, only to be quickly yanked onto Jones' back! Jones sets up for the Shattered by Broken Dreams! Millennia slips the setup, though, flipping awkwardly to his feet behind Jones, and chopblocking Jones off his feet!
It looks like it's Millennia's time to do the stalking, as he waits for Jones to rise, before locking in a full nelson, and yanking Jones back with all of his weight, flipping him hard to the mat with a dragon suplex!
He holds onto the suplex, completing a bridge, which causes the referee to count...
...1...2...
Steven Jones kicks out with much vigor!
Responding to this, Millennia incredulously screams at the ref... only to be blindsided by Jones, who inside-cradles Tony...!
The referee quickly counts...
...1...2...
...No! This time, it's Tony that kicks out!
Tony's pissed; thus he races to his feet, hoping to pound the skin off of Jones' face! Backing Jones into the corner, unable to believe his offense has been countered, Tony is shocked as Jones skillfully ducks a punch just in time, and spins Tony into the corner instead. He begins pounding him with fists, until Tony is reduced to a near-unconscious mess on the mat! Jones quickly vaunts to the top of the turnbuckles, and drops across Millennia with a split-legged moonsault...!
...except Tony gets his knees up just in time!
Watching as Steven Jones rolls over, holding his ribcage, Tony is quick to make a sneaky cover, even placing his foot on the bottom rope...
...1...2...
Out of nowhere, Axl Lionsworth jumps back into the scene, stomping on Tony, interrupting the count!
Lionsworth yanks Millennia to his feet, spinning him around for a neckbreaker, only to have Tony fight him off. Alternatively, he sends Axl towards the ropes... catching him upon the rebound with a huge sidewalk slam! Lionsworth bounces off the canvas so hard, that he wobbles all the way back to his feet, halfway unconscious!
From the side, Steven Jones moves in, nailing some hard chops, left-handed jabs and then a short kick to the abdomen! Jones completes the combo with a huge roundhouse kick that sends Lionsworth to the ropes, which he flips right over, and back to the outside!
The force of his kick spins Jones right around, though, which leads him right into a well-scouted cradle suplex by Millennia, which awkwardly smashes Jones to the mat near the corner, with his head bouncing off the bottom turnbuckle on landing! Millennia goes for the cover!
...1...
Steven Jones pops his shoulder off the canvas, keeping the match going, far from done for the night!
Tony Millennia shakes his head in frustration, as he yanks Jones back to his feet, throwing fist after fist at Jones' head to slow him up, before finally running to the ropes, and returning with a fierce clothesline aimed at Jones' neck!
He ducks at the last minute, and Millennia finds nothing but air, and returns from the ropes yet again, this time going simple, with a harsh shoulder check! This connects hard, as Jones ducks, anticipating another clothesline attempt! Instead, Millennia's shoulder sends him sprawling across the mat!
Out of nowhere, Lionsworth yet again wanders back into the ring, diverting Millennia's attention...
Tony turns to him, looking considerably tired of the 80's knockoff. He grabs him by one arm, and yanks him into a hard shoulder, and then another, before a lariat, which just about flips Lionsworth inside out! Millennia doesn't release his hold on Lionsworth's arm, though, and yanks him back to his feet quickly, and uses the momentum to armdrag Axl right over the top rope! Lionsworth crashes to the mats outside of the ring in a heap, as Steven Jones strikes Millennia hard, arcing him back with an armbar, spun into a wristlock, and then finally broken as Jones drives several hard fists into Millennia's spine!
Up next, Jones lets Millennia rise to his feet, only to fire his Heart Stopper superkick at Tony! But he ducks at the last second, and catches Jones on the return, crushing his tailbone with an inverted atomic drop! Jones staggers into the middle of the ring, as Tony approaches, locking in a full nelson, and screaming all the while, calling for the Millennial Descent!
He throws Jones up, and at the last second, Jones twists out, breaking free! Tony shakes his head in confusion, as Jones yanks him quickly onto his back, flipping him up for his own finisher! But Millennia flips through yet again! Tony drops to the mat, and then spins Jones around for a hold, but Lionsworth has again gotten back into the ring, and now he blasts the two apart with a hard knee lift!
Axl bounces off the ropes, aiming at Steven Jones, looking for a lariat. Unfortunately, his ineptitude reigns yet again, as Jones ducks the arm, swings behind him and positions him for the Shattered By Broken Dreams...
Bam!
Steven Jones drops down, bringing Axl down hard on his neck! Rolling over, Jones goes for a cover...
...1...
However, Tony Millennia steps in, grabs onto the back of Jones's hair, lifts him to his feet and then heaves him over the top rope! Turning back to Axl, Tony lifts him up and then drives him down with the Millennial Descent!
The cover is made...
...1...2...
...Axl remains still...
...3!
Being victim to two straight finishing moves, Axl cannot kick out, thus gives Tony Millennia a rare win, which is something the SW audience hasn't seen in a while.
Tony, who seems to have a new attitude, stands to his feet and commences stomping, punching and beating Axl, who can't defend himself. Yanking Axl up to his feet, he applies another full-nelson, going for yet another Millennial Descent, getting a wave of jeers from the audience...
On the floor, Steven Jones has gotten to his feet, angered at the lack of a victory. What angers him even more is Tony Millennia continuing to beatdown Axl Lionsworth. Rolling inside, he blasts Tony across the back, making him drop the helpless Lionsworth, which he follows up with "The Heart Stopper"!
This kick to the face sends Tony stumbling back, knocking him through the ropes, where he lands on his feet on the floor. Walking to the back, he eyes Steven Jones, who doesn't back down and warns Tony of the indecent attack.
Winner: Tony Millennia
Backstage, Stevie Swing is still in the midst of a massive vetting process. Who will be her second partner?
Stevie Swing: Send the next one in…
The door opens, and it’s former Sin Wrestling World Champion Morgana! The live crowd pops for Morgy’s presence, expecting a showdown between the two, but Morgana sits down at Stevie’s desk, hardly paying attention to the title laid out before her. Stevie looks up from her clipboard.
Stevie Swing: Morgy! You’d be a pretty good pick, I guess. I mean, you did lose the last one.
Morgana looks nonplussed. Stevie smiles and continues.
Stevie Swing: Besides that, you might be the kind of partner who’d be able to take out everybody in the match, you know, before I got involved, making it a very tired you against a very tired me. I only have one question for you though, before I sign you up for Team Stevie for my Christmas Special.
Morgana: What?
Stevie Swing: Why don’t you call me anymore?
Morgana: Are you serious?
Stevie Swing: Yes.
Morgana: You attacked me at Vanity. Why would I want to call you?
Stevie Swing: Well, I live in the neighborhood. I sent you an invitation to my housewarming party, and you didn’t come. I thought that something might have been wrong between us. Is there?
Morgana: Vanity? You attacked me?
Stevie Swing: Well I know that, but you said you didn’t care.
Morgana: I don’t. I also don’t want to be on your stupid team, cunt. I’m just playing games with you.
Stevie Swing: If that’s the attitude you’re going to have about this, I think you’d be better off on Sebastian’s team. It’s chock full of whiny bitches. I’ll give you another chance though, just so I can keep staring at your tits. Want to join my team?
Morgana: No. Fuck you, Stevie.
Stevie Swing: Fine. Then get the fuck out of my locker—
Morgana was well ahead of Stevie. The door slams shut before she has a chance to finish her sentence.
Stevie Swing: Send the next one in…
Stevie returns to her clipboard...
As the cameras return to the back, the returning Regan Chambers is shown standing next to Ace Rodgers, who, as usual, has a microphone pointed in the wrestler's face. Regan, paying no mind to this, nods his head, accepting an interview with the Sin Wrestling journalist.
Ace Rodgers: Regan, I'd like to be the first person to welcome you back to Sin Wrestling. You returned a few months ago, but some passport issues occured and you had to go back to England. On behalf of the fans, I'd like to welcome you back and wish you good luck in your match tonight.
Regan accepts a handshake from Ace Rodgers.
Regan Chambers: Thanks, Ace; glad to be back. My last return fell a bit blank, so I'm back to make up for that.
Ace Rodgers: Good to hear. What do you plan to do now that you've returned?
Regan Chambers: I plan on soaring to the top -- like how I used to. Remem--
Suddenly, the sound of heavy breathing cuts into the microphone and Tony Millennia steps into the scene, straight from his previous match. Tony and Regan have a notorious history with each other; which includes Tony throwing a brick through the windshield of Regan Chambers's girlfriend's car, sending her swerving off the road. Face-to-face, Tony remains expressionless, while Regan questions him.
Regan Chambers: What do you want?
Tony Millennia: I remember you. It's good to see you, again.
A smarmy laugh emits from Tony, who then lifts his hand up and face-washes Regan, knocking him backwards. A ruckus breaks out as Regan becomes rightfully angry, trying to get at Tony...
Regan Chambers: What the hell, man?!
Fortunately, a mob of crew members stand between the two men, able to seperate them.
Ace Rodgers: Hey... hey... guys! Cool it! Calm down! Regan, you've got a match to attend! Cool it! C'mon...!
Both men continue to pry at each other, luckily having the crew between them. Tony Millennia continues to insidiously anger Regan, trying to get him to emotionally break, while walking away, exiting the scene.
Left alone, Regan goes to fix himself and also walks away, headed towards the entrance.
"Downfall" by Trust Co. blasts over the P.A. as blue and white strobes begin to flare with light. Justin Spirit makes his way out with a grin on his face and stops to look over the crowd. Then, with a nod, he heads down to the ring without much fanfare, just focused determination. He climbs up onto the apron and through the ropes, stopping in the middle of the ring to bask in the energy of the crowd, as he awaits his opponent.
The bell rings, as Justin Spirit and Regan Chambers circle each other, looking for any opening. The fans suddenly begin to boo as Stevie Swing makes her way to ringside. She slides in, which leads Justin Spirit to approach her, looking pissed off at the interruption. Swing blasts him back with a Last Dance superkick, and then one for Regan Chambers, who was in the middle of asking the referee who the chick was. Swing grabs a microphone.
Stevie Swing: Well, lol, thanks for playing, guys. Now onto more important matters!
Stevie clears her throat.
Stevie Swing: I have an important announcement to make!
She clears her throat again.
Stevie Swing: Tonight... I will find the third member of Team Stevie for the pay per view! Trust me!
Stevie Swing looks awkwardly around, even gazing at the fallen forms of Regan Chambers and Justin Spirit.
Stevie Swing: Yep. Well... bye!
She drops the microphone and heads to the back, continuing her search for her next partner.
Winner: n/a
Amidst a pack of wild hockey fans, the two masked luchadores, Zero and Uno, lean against a wall, looking into the camera. They pay no attention to the crowd around them, having only one thing, a person, on their mind -- Chris Extreme.
Uno: That motherfucking fucker, Chris Extreme, are you listenin' punk? Listen up, amigo! Listen up good, we gots somethin' to say, hola, motherfucking prick!
Uno flexes, while Zero speaks up, tightening his mask proportionally. Despite his smaller stature, Zero is the calmer, more laid-back of the duo.
Zero: All right, Chris, you got us back. You murdered by valet because you were looking for a new Mercedes or something, okay.
Uno: He killed her! Killed her dead, that gringo loco! Motherfuck him!
Zero: You could have just stayed on the ground, your face in a puddle of piss -- but no. Last week, you had to come down and "clear the house", so they say. Atención, amigo, listen good -- you should have stayed out of our way. We were paid by that muy caliente mamacita, Stevie Swing, to do a job; but you had to come out, you pseudo-racist. If Hitler were alive today, he'd piss on you... a situation you have gotten accustomed to, aye?
A hearty laugh escapes from Uno, who continues to flex, showing off his big muscles.
Uno: Haha, dumb motherfucker. He's a dumb motherfucker, ain't that right, Zero?
Zero: Calma down there, hermano. That ugly, retarded bag of shit attacked us while doing our job -- and that doesn't flow with me.
Uno: Hell nah, motherfucker. Fuck you, Chris Extreme.
Zero: Shit, I gotta agree with my brother on this one, "Fuck you, Chris Extreme!" So, I'm opening a challenge, which you won't accept because you have tiny testicles that probably don't even produce sperm. I want a handicap match at the pay per view... me, Zero and a surprise partner... versus you! How about that, you dreadful trollop?
Out of nowhere, Chris Extreme walks in, still brandishing the fork that he pulled out of his pants from earlier.
Chris Extreme: Hey, have any of you Mexican faggots seen Stevie Swing? I don't mean to interrupt your lawn mowing or bank robbing or whatever it is you guys do, so I'm looking for a nice, quick answer.
Uno: Motherfuck--!
Uno jumps Chris, swatting the form of his hand. Like an enraged pitbull, Uno stomps and kicks at Chris Extreme, hoping to destroy him.
Chris Extreme: Ow! Jesus! Ow! I guess that's a "No"! Ow!
These kicks, stomps and boots drive Chris to the floor, where he lays in a heap. This allows for Uno to continue stomping on him, hoping to break a ribcage or collapse a lung. In the meantime, Zero has backed off, picked up the fork and now stands over Chris with it.
Zero: Muchacho, use this fork well for Thanksgiving. Yeah, you celebrate it, I know. The celebration of killing the Indian men, stealing their culture, raping their women... you're all up in that. Let's see you do that without a tongue.
Chris Extreme: Ow! Goddamn, Jesus, that's my fork! Give it ba-oofff---mmmpfhhh!
Kicking Chris in the gonads, Zero causes Chris Extreme to hunch over, holding his crotch, while making his mouth pop open. When the time is right, Uno reaches in and yanks out Chris Extreme's tongue, trying to put it in a proper position.
Zero: In just a few seconds, this tongue will be licking your taint.
The fork is held high, about to be jabbed into Chris's tongue, ripping it out...
WHAM!
A door springs open, smashing Zero in the back of the head, sending the fork flying into Uno's foot! As a result, Zero falls unconscious, while Uno stumbles around, blood dripping out of his feet and toes.
Chris Extreme: Phew.
Standing there, not realizing she just saved Chris Extreme, is Morgana, who looks dumbfounded at what she just prevented. Overjoyed and in a kneeling position, Chris Extreme kneels at Morgana's feet, cuddling them.
Chris Extreme: I knew it! You are my partner! I am finally a Wifey!
Morgana: Uh... what the hell just happened?
Chris Extreme: You saved me! You did it! Now I can go wrestle for my match!
Morgana: Uh... okay!
Like that, Chris whisks off.
Chris Extreme: I'll be eating turkey this Thanksgiving!
Morgy, being Canadian, replies.
Morgana: But Thanksgiving was last month!
Chris Extreme: Praise Hitler!
Chris Extreme skips away, headed towards the ringside area.
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.
With no music and no pyros, lights, or anything, Billy Badson steps on to the ramp from backstage, quickly making his way to the ring, ignoring fans' reactions entirely.
The silent crowd gazes in awe as a giant, heart beating globe of Earth slowly descends from above. In horror, the people watch as the Earth begins to bleed. When the Earth finishes its descent and reaches the surface of the stage, Chris Extreme's voice is heard shouting from within Earth's core.
The Earth explodes into smithereens and "Sonne" by Rammstein blasts over the speakers. Bloody, flaming pieces of the planet fly in the air and land on the closest people in the crowd. From within the wreckage of Earth stands "Lord Nazi" Chris Extreme in his white boxers and white socks. Standing on his left and holding his hand is Mercedes his Nazi Queen and on his right is Roscoe his half German Shepherd, half Rottweiler dog.
To a roar of hateful boos, "Lord Nazi" swaggers arrogantly down to the ring along with his two companions. Seeing different people in the crowd, he taunts them with racial slurs and sacrilegious blasphemies, while Roscoe barks viciously at them. On numerous occasions, "Lord Nazi" points to his World Title, to his woman, to his dog, and to himself, gloating and power tripping. At ringside, he threatens more fans in the front row by spitting in their faces, swearing that he will kill each and every one of them.
Walking up the steel steps, "Lord Nazi" walks into the ring, ready to start his match, while his woman and his dog stay outside.
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. She retaliates by spitting and hissing back at them.
When she reaches the ring, she tosses the cloak aside. She is left wearing black wrestling pants with silver gemstone encrusted boots, with a black wrestling top that has her name written across the chest with silver gemstones. She impatiently paces back and forth, waiting for the match to begin.
At the call of the bell, Roxy hands her titles over to the referee, lovingly caressing the Ultraviolence, but tossing the Television Title out of her sight. When she turns around, she is immediately faced with an ornery Billy Badson, who comes at Roxy with all of his might!
Standing back, Flame and Chris Extreme shrug and let Billy go after Roxy, nailing her with punches, chops and various other strikes. He even applies a side-headlock and gives her closed-fist punches, all while hanging her neck-first over the top rope, trying to choke her!
Up against the ropes, he chops her once... twice... and three times. Up next, he whips her into the ropes and swings another attempted blow at her. However, before she can rebound, Chris Extreme decides to step into the scene and topple Roxy over with a merciless shove! He turns his attention towards Billy Badson, going after him, about to grab him, only to be halted by Flame, who grabs Chris around the neck.
Switching his attention, Chris focuses back on Flame, leaving Billy to return to Roxy. Straddling her, he nails her with some more furious punches and even begins gnawing on her face, biting her, trying to wound her.
Roxy, on the other hand, will have none of that! Using both knees and feet, she rolls Billy over and sits up. Within seconds, she back on her feet, giving Billy a mighty kick to the face, making sure to keep him grounded with some more stomps, as well.
After grinding him into the corner, even giving him some running-kicks to the face, Roxy turns to her other two competitors -- Chris Extreme and Flame. These two guys are currently locked-up, biting and slapping at each other like two violent, angry women. Using a thumb to the eye, Chris goes to suplex Flame, but the man of fire stands his ground.
Unfortunately, he isn't privy to Roxy Erikson sneaking up behind him and kicking him with a lowbow between the legs!
Like a sack of bricks, Chris drops to the canvas, holding his tiny cock. Roxy uses Chris as a stepping stool to engage Flame, giving him some punches and slaps, as well. She's about to give him one vicious forearm, when Billy Badson surprisingly storms up behind her, grabbing her arm/elbow.
Using all of his might, he yanks Roxy off Chris, sending her plummeting to the canvas! Before turning back to Roxy, he chops Flame and then tosses him to the floor, where Flame collapses like burnt embers.
Going one-on-one with Roxy, Billy and the champ exchange various blows, with Roxy using her violent tendencies to come out on top. As she goes to bash his face off the top turnbuckle, he puts his foot up and blocks it. Next, rakes her across the face and then Russian legsweeps her!
Instead of going for the cover, Billy sits atop Roxy, nailing her with a bunch of punches. Bile seems to come out of his mouth as he grips his hands around Roxy's neck/throat and begins throttling her, hoping to choke her into an unconscious state.
Kicking, squirming and wiggling, Roxy attempts to toss Billy aside, but it's all in vain. It isn't until Chris Extreme tucks his testicles back together, waltzes up behind Billy and grabs him by the hair, that Roxy finds safety. Turning Billy around, Chris goes for a clothesline, but it gets ducked.
Billy Badson instead goes around Chris Extreme, interlocks arms with him and then backslides him!
The referee makes the pinfall...
...1...2...
Before the three is made, Roxy Erikson jumps into view, knocking the pinfall to the side!
Getting to her feet, Roxy kicks Billy, stomps on Chris and then kicks Billy some more. Lifting both Billy and Chris up, she double-headbutts them, using their very own skull. Both men stumble back, quite dazed, allowing Roxy to hit Chris Extreme with the Roxy Ride!
She makes another cover!
...1...2...
This time, it's Billy Badson making the save! Hr grabs her left foot and yanks her off, using all of his strength!
Climbing atop her, he makes sure she is face down, while he begins grounding and pounding her with fists. Grabbing her ears, he even begins whacking her face off the canvas, hoping to break her nose or bloody her face.
Luckily for Roxy, she's able to slip away from his grasps, but not before he bashes her face into the mat a dozen times or so. Sliding behind Billy, she leaps at him and goes to deliver an elbowdrop... but he moves!
Out of nowhere, he applies "The Bad-Lock", trying to make Roxy tap! Knowing the awfulness of her situation, Roxy begins squirming, looking for freedom, but finds nothing. As a result, Billy maintains his hold, lifts her up and then neckbreakers her back down -- with the hold still applied!
Nevertheless, Roxy still refuses to submit. She continues writhing and squirming, hoping to escape... but Billy is forced to bring her up again, hoping to hit another neckbreaker. This time, he notices that Flame and Chris Extreme have both returned to their senses and are focusing in on him. Still with Roxy held in a neckbreaker position, he gives them some kicks, trying to hold them off, but he accidentally loses his grip on Roxy.
Thinking quickly, Roxy breaks to the outside, where she grabs both of her titles. Sliding back inside, she focuses on Billy, who is still holding Flame and Chris Extreme back. Without remorse, she bashes Billy Badson across the skull with one of her titles, dropping him to the canvas, holding the back of his head!
Upon viewing this, the referee immediately calls for the bell, thereby disqualifying her, giving Billy Badson the DQ victory! Holding the belt, she innocently coos... only to blast Flame and then nail Chris Extreme upside the head, as well! Not only that, but she then kicks Chris Extreme in the crotch, making sure to keep him down for good.
When the referee informs her she lost the match to Billy Badson, she... clocks him, as well! As everyone else is knocked down, she steps into the corner, where she receives the microphone from the ring announcer and stares at the Television Title, before starting to break down. The fans seem confused by it all, as she beckons for a microphone.
Roxy Erikson: The TV title...I don't like this one.
She seems to slur her words, seeming somewhat drunk as always, but not entirely coherent.
Roxy Erikson: Look at you all staring at me! You all hate me! I've got a belt that's good for that, the Ultraviolent belt! That's a bad belt! Violence is bad! People don't like bad people! So...so you all hate me, and I'm perfect for that belt.
She chokes back a sob, before holding her Television title up to eye level.
Roxy Erikson: But...TV? This belt is for "staaaaaars." Faggots like Sebastian York, who you love because he looks like your bland old pretty boy! People like "stars." They don't like me at all...so this belt doesn't fit at all! Fuck this belt! FUCK ALL YOU ASSHOLES FOR WANTING THIS BELT!
The fans begin booing, but awkwardly, as Roxy seems to complete the meltdown, waving at her competitors as they retreat from the ring.
Roxy Erikson: You want this belt, you cocksucker? Flame, I'm talking to you! You want it? Are you a star behind the makeup? What about you, you old fat piece of shit? Badson? Huh? You want this belt? What about you, Nazi scum? You wanna jerk off on it, skinhead?
The competitors wave their arms collectively, as if to say "fuck that noise."
Roxy Erikson: Who's good enough for all you assholes? Who's your "star?!" Because it isn't...it isn't me anymore! I hate this belt, and I hate all of YOU!
She drops the Television title in the middle of the ring, before sliding out and staggering toward the exit.
After her exit is made, a disjointed Billy Badson exits the ring, holding the back of his head, looking discouraged about his actions and the fact he didn't walk out with the title. Chris Extreme and Flame, on the other hand, remain in the ring, looking helpless and hopeless.
Winner: Billy Badson (by DQ)
We go back to Stevie Swing’s locker room once more, where she looks to be at the end of her clipboard.
Stevie Swing: Jesus, this is fucking awful. Send him in.
Stevie’s door opens, and Casanova walks into the room.
Stevie Swing: Ah, Count Fagula.
Casanova: What do you want?
Stevie Swing: To thank you, mostly, for that rousing motivational speech you gave me this week. You want to see my killer instincts?
Casanova: It’d be a chance of pace.
Stevie Swing: I’ll see what I can do.
Casanova nods and turns away. Stevie gets out of her chair and flings her pencil to the desk. She holds out her hand in dramatic fashion.
Stevie Swing: But, before you go, let me tell you this: At the Stevie Swing Christmas Special... live on Pay Per View... you, Casanova, will be joining my team to take on Sebastian York and his merry band of faggots in the Ultimate Survival match.
Casanova: What?
Stevie Swing: That’s right, Cas. You’ve been chosen to be a member of the greatest team of all time. Me and you and Chris Extreme and hopefully some other really good wrestler, because I want to make it up to you and anybody else who I’ve cheated by not caring about all those non-title matches Corey Page booked me in.
Casanova: Bullshit.
Stevie Swing: Well, you’ve got me there. Actually, I want a bunch of you old school Hall of Fame guys surrounding me so that the world can see what a real legend looks like.
Casanova: Cute, but why are you telling me this now?
Stevie Swing: Because, Cas, we’ve got a match against each other coming up shortly, and if your captain shows up to the Stevie Swing Christmas Miracle Spectacular Super Fun Show all useless and damaged goods, well, you’re pretty much fucked. Wooden steak, Casanova’s ass. Think about that, Vampy, and tell me if our non-title match is really worth all that much.
Casanova grunts. Stevie looks at her clipboard and circles Casanova’s name.
Stevie Swing: Now get the fuck out of my office. I’ve got bailout money to apply for.
Fade out!
Jay is sitting in her cramped dressing room, smoking some ganja with her usual neighborhood friendly drug dealer. Someone abruptly knocks on the door, interrupting the session. Jay looks panicked at first, but whips out a can of Lysol and tries to hide the smell. She cracks the door with an innocent look on her face and Ace Rodgers gives her a big smile.
Ace Rodgers: I was just-...
Jay closes the door in disgust, but then quickly opens it again.
Jay: Ace, right?
Ace Rodgers: Yes. Just here for an interview. What's that smell?
Jay: Incense. The Indian kind. Hey listen. If you can get me some pizza I'll totally do an interview with you.
Ace Rodgers: I'm not falling for that again.
Jay: I'm serious! Pizza for an interview. C'mon. It's a fair trade.
Ace sighs.
Ace Rodgers: What kind?
Jay: Just plain cheese. Oh and pick up a 2 liter Coca Cola too.
Jay slams the door before Ace can protest any further. Ace shakes his head and leaves, presumably to get what Jay requested.
Casanova: Man, you dirty Francois-Canucks sure have weird ways of greeting the single...greatest...superstar...in Sin Wrestling...
The audience nearly drowns out his words with their own disapproval.
Casanova: Nah, scratch that. The single greatest superstar in all of wrestling...history. Don't boo, don't yell, you're just lying to yourself.
Someone in the audience, distinctly, yells "Shane Donovan."
Casanova: What's that, the answer to "Who's almost lame enough to be an honorary French-Canadian?" Keep booing, dipshits, I'm only sorry I forgot my "I'd Rather be in Newfoundland" shirt.
He ducks, dodging a hockey stick that flies across the ring, before speaking again.
Casanova: Okay, enough riling the natives. I came down here to have a little talk before my match for a reason. First, let's get a big standing ovation for one of your favorites, Sin's resident wife-beating recipient of "Worst Father of the Year," Chris Carson!
Sure enough, the crowd pops loudly, most likely looking for Carson to come out and shut Casanova up.
Casanova: Nah, Chrissy-poo won't be coming out, he's got a match to prepare for. And if he isn't doing that, he's probably in back berating a towel, telling it that everything is its fault. Because if towels weren't around, Chris Carson would've beaten me at Illusions, his wife here wouldn't have left him, and his hairline wouldn't be receding, or some garbage like that.
The vampire gestures to Jules, standing next to him in the ring.
Casanova: See, Chris Carson would like for everyone to think that it's all her doing, that Jules is the reason why he lost to me, because she threw in that towel. It's cute, in that delusional sort of way, really. Because Chris Carson seems to have forgotten that part where I was curbstomping his face into a chair, over...and over...and over...
The crowd returns to booing Casanova heavily, as he waves a hand, gesturing on-and-on and so on, describing how he was destroying the Creep.
Casanova: See, Chris Carson apparently believes that if the towel hadn't been thrown in, he would've gotten right up, snapped me into the Silencer, and that would be that, just like that!
His tone grows very low and cold.
Casanova: But Jules here, me, and every one of you out there, EXCEPT for Chris Carson...we know the truth. You're all gonna deny it, you're gonna boo and piss and moan and whine, hoping desperately that Chris Carson redeems himself in the future. But one by one, we all know that what Jules did wasn't anything but an act of mercy. If she didn't throw in the towel? I'd have simply stomped Chris Carson another three seconds until he was unconscious. And then the referee would've stopped the match. And I would still...be left with my arms raised in victory. The only difference would be that Chris Carson would've been scarred for life, instead of simply mashed to a pulp.
The crowd boos, starting a "Car-son! Car-son!" chant.
Casanova: The bottom line...is that a towel was the best thing that ever happened to Chris Carson. Next time we meet? Jules won't be there to save him and shorten his misery. No. It'll just be him and I. And this time...the referee will call for the bell, when Chris Carson can't respond anymore. And later, in the hospital bed, when he can't feel his feet...he can't feel his legs, or his arms, or anything below his neck...he'll have wished that he'd brought Junior to ringside, so someone, somebody...anybody...could have thrown in the towel for him, before it was too late.
With that, Casanova tossed the mic outside the ring, and holds the ropes for Jules to leave the ring and head backstage.
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 pyro and the booing of the crowd. She ignores them as she makes her way to the ring, Sin World Title slung over her shoulder. Stevie rolls into the ring and hoists the belt above her head, drawing an even more rabid response from the crowd. Stevie lays the belt down on the mat and dances in the center of the ring until the fireworks and music stop.
Watching Casanova stand across from her, Stevie unstraps her title and hands it off to the referee. Even though this match is non-title, you can bet Casanova will want to come in strong, wanting to prove his worth and show Chris Carson that he isn't done with him. If he can surpass the World Champion, he sends a brutal message to "The Creep".
Ding... ding... ding...!
The bell rings and the match gets underway, with Casanova stepping towards Stevie, who has also chosen him to be a part of her team at the pay per view. Knowing this, Stevie wants to show an act of camaraderie, stepping back and letting Casanova get the advantage. As a matter of fact, she even proposes Casanova to cover her and get the quick pinfall...
...even going as far as to lay on her back, on the canvas, wishing Casanova to pin her. This, of course, gets a jeer from the crowd, who wants to see these two go at each other.
Stevie Swing: Cover me!
Looking at this, Casanova shows a fanged half-smile, shakes his head, walks over to Stevie... and then grabs her by the head and forcefully plucks her to a standing position! He's not letting things happen that easily, despite being partners at the pay per view!
With both hands, he tosses Stevie Swing into the corner, where he begins battering her with rights and lefts. Seconds after that, he whips her across the ring, sending her directly into the opposite corner, where she rolls up and over and turnbuckles, sailing out onto the ring apron. Casanova charges after her, hoping to hit a clothesline to her, as she stumbles on the ring apron, but she is able to safely duck out of the way.
In her defense, out here, she grabs onto Casanova's head and drops down off the apron, guillotining him throat-first across the top rope! Watching as he awkwardly stumbles back, the World Champion jumps back onto the ring apron, grabs ahold of the top rope and springboards back into the ring, hoping to catch Casanova with a springboard crossbody-block...
...but he catches her!
Holding onto her, he soon throws her overhead with a release fallaway slam, sending her rolling out to the floor, where she attempts to regain her senses. Back on his feet, inside of the ring, he watches her scatter about, trying to keep her wits. When the time is pert, he runs forward, connecting with a baseball-slide dropkick to the face, knocking her back into the ring apron, surprising a bunch of hockey fans.
Stevie Swing: Ugh... no! That's not how this is supposed to work!
On the floor, Casanova grabs Stevie's head and pounds it off the ring apron.
Stevie Swing: Ow! Sweet Herschel!
From there, Casanova whips her into the ring railing and then smashes her head off the ring post. After delivering a snap-suplex, he picks her back up and rolls her back inside of the ring.
Climbing onto the ring apron, Casanova watches the World Champ rise, opting to climb to the adjacent top rope, possibly looking for his patented swandive lariat from above. Before he can leap off, though; Stevie leaps to her feet, runs into the corner and nails a picture-perfect dropkick, crotching Casanova on the top rope!
Standing up, Stevie Swing shows her frustration with Casanova's advances.
Stevie Swing: We're supposed to be partners!
However, that doesn't stop her from climbing to the top rope, where she nails a top rope hurricanrana on Casanova, sending him vaulting off the top turnbuckle and onto the canvas! Jumping up, she hurries over to Casanova, grabs his right arm and drops onto her back, pulling him atop her.
Stevie Swing: Cover me!
The referee, confused, begins to count against Stevie Swing...
...1...2...
...only to have Casanova, himself, stop the count, lifting his arm off Stevie!
Stevie Swing: No! Goddamnit!
Angered, Casanova gets back to his feet, kicking Stevie in the head before she can rise. Next, he back-suplexes Stevie, dropping her on her spine; only to follow that up by climbing to his feet, grabbing Stevie's ankles and then attempting a Boston crab. Fortunately for the savvy World Champ, she is able to successfully roll away from Casanova's clutches, giving her the ability to climb back to her feet.
Shrugging off the previous back-suplex, Stevie charges towards Casanova, angered at his lack of compliance. Chasing him, she attempts for a climbing Shining Wizard knee-to-the-face, but Casanova ducks beneath the attempted blow. Alternatively, he applies a reverse-facelock, lifts Stevie up and then drops her stomach-first across the top rope!
Hung out to dry, Stevie lets out a wicked yelp, seething with anger, as she watches Casanova stand before her. Pointing to his foot, Casanova bounces off the opposite set of ropes and storms towards Stevie... who is able to see the kick coming, just in the nick of time!
Dropping town, she ducks Casanova's foot, making him get tangled up in the top rope, crotching himself, so that he's unable to remove himself. In reply to this, Stevie swings -- no pun intended -- around the nearest ring post and again uses the top rope as a springboard. Unlike the last time, her springboard is successful, as she connects with a dropkick to a tangled Casanova, knocking him out to the floor!
Landing with a thud on his back, Casanova takes a deep breath, as he slowly gets back up, trying to collect himself. This time, it's Stevie with a baseball-slide. On the other hand, she's able to swiftly turn the baseball-slide dropkick into a hurricanrana, once again flopping Casanova onto his back!
Stevie Swing: I didn't want to have to do this!
Stevie moans some words to Casanova, as she stomps on his chest, using him as a stool to get back onto the ring apron. Looking over her shoulder, she watches him rise, hoping to go for a springboard-moonsault onto him.
Suddenly, she stops, just as she jumps onto the middle rope. Thoughts of the disastrous mistake from the last Eterity swirl through her mind, as she accidentally smashed her leg against a railing whilst doing the exact same move. Thinking otherwise, she calmly turns around, holding her left leg, and instead jumps through the air, nailing a flying Tornado DDT onto Casanova, whose head is bashed into the floor!
Getting on her feet, Stevie slides back into the ring, waiting for Casanova to come back inside, even demanding that the referee begin counting him out. The referee obliges...
...1...2...3...4...
Casanova remains on the floor, slightly dazed...
...5...6...
Inside, Stevie shrugs, slides to the floor, helps Casanova up...
...7...
...and then rolls him back into the ring, breaking the count!
Hopping onto the ring apron, Stevie takes a page out of Casanova's book, as she climbs to the nearest top turnbuckle pad. Instead of waiting for him to rise, though; she instantly dives off the top rope, looking to nail a Frog Splash... only to have Casanova safely roll to his right, free from danger! Of course, this means Stevie lands squarely on her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe!
Capitalizing on this, Casanova gets to his feet and nails a brutal knee to the side of Stevie's temple, keeping her grounded on her two feet. After this, he applies a gutwrench, which he soon turns into an attempted gutwrench-powerbomb, lifting Stevie up onto his shoulders... but she squirms out of it. Free from his clutches, she runs against the opposite ropes and bounces out... only to be levelled with a devastating clothesline!
Doing a complete twist in mid-air, Stevie Swing lands inside-out on the canvas, almost having her head chopped off by Casanova's arm. The vampire is far from finished, though; despite Stevie's constant pleas for him to cover her and get the pinfall.
Focusing on the left leg that she injured at the last show, Casanova grabs her by the ankle, places his own left foot behind her knee and then stomps it down onto the mat, delivering punishment to the leg! Two stomps later, Casanova has Stevie on her back, where he is applying a standing leg-grapevine, showing off his very own technical wrestling skills.
Stevie Swing: Oh why! I'll quit! I swear on my dreidel!
He can't hold it on for long, though; as Stevie threatens to quit each time it's applied. Instead, he swiftly grabs onto her hair and lifts her onto her feet. Punching her in the throat, he effectively finds a way to get her to shut up, which the fans definitely appreciate.
Pushing her into the corner, Casanova quickly nails a back-elbow, followed by an Irish-whip into the corner, which he inflicts even more punishment by nailing an avalanche clothesline! Stepping back, he allows a dazed Stevie to stumble out of the corner, catching her and lifting her into the air, dropping her down with an Air Raid Crash!
Instead of going for a cover, Casanova stands up and makes a throat-slash signal. With a handful of hair, he pulls Stevie to her feet, knees her in the gut and pulls her between his legs with a double-underarm piledriver attempt...
However, as she's lifted upside-down, Stevie uses the back of her heel to kick Casanova in the nose, catching him completely off-guard! This allows for him to drop her on the canvas, where she attempts to recover from the previous damage. Looking up at Casanova, a dazed Stevie Swing can barely mutter out some words.
Stevie Swing: Just goddamn pin me!
Casanova's holding his nose, trying to settle it back in place. Overhearing Stevie's pleas, he steps forward, about to comply with Stevie's wishes... only to have Stevie Swing pop up, somersault over his right knee and roll him up with a schoolboy-rollup!
The referee makes the count...
...1...2...
No!
Casanova brazenly kicks out!
Stevie Swing looks sorrowful, remaining on her knees, trying to apologize to Casanova for the trickery.
Stevie Swing: I'm sorry... I... I... I tripped! I didn't mean to!
Casanova doesn't buy into it, though. With his fists closed, he hammers Stevie Swing, battering his future partner with harmful blows. Winding up, he goes for a big strike... only to have Stevie Swing slide beneath it! Right away, she turns around, jumps up and connects with a climbing enziguiri, which knocks Casanova back into the corner, holding the back of his head!
At the same time, there's a ruckus coming from the fans. "The Creep" Chris Carson is slowly making his way out, looking very serious. Making his way down, he views Stevie nail Casanova with another kick, while taking a standing position outside of the ring.
In the meantime, Stevie shoos Chris Carson away, which does absolutely nothing for her own self. If anything, it gives Casanova an opportunity to shoot out of the corner, nailing Stevie with a running-forearm to the jaw! For the second time tonight, Stevie Swing spirals recklessly through the air, having her body twist and turn!
Casanova finally realizes Chris Carson, who stands stoically at ringside. Snarling at him, Casanova goes to try and get at "The Creep", only to have the referee step in front of him, blocking him from exiting the ring, giving ample time for Stevie to recouperate.
As the fracas forms in front of Stevie, the World Champ shows why she's exactly that -- the World Champ.
On the floor, Chris Carson and his presence is enough to frustrate Casanova, who decides again against covering Stevie. Sadly, this results in Casanova being swung around by the champ, who then connects with The Last Dance superkick -- right in the nose!
Dropped to the canvas, Casanova is quickly covered by the World Champ...
The referee counts...
...1...2...
...
On the outside, "The Creep" begins to stir...
...3!
Victory is hers! Using her Last Dance superkick out of nowhere, Stevie Swing hastily shakes Casanova's hand, as he is laid out on his back and immediately rolls out of the ring, snickering to herself. Grabbing her World Title belt, she circles around the ring, bypasses "The Creep" and walks to the back.
Just then, Chris Carson slides in the ring, seeing Casanova finally regain his footing. Hunching down, he reaches into his boot... and pulls out a steel railroad spike! Tackling Casanova, he begins nailing his nemesis in the forehead with this spike, slicing him open, sending blood gushing all over the ring!
Over and over again, "The Creep" nails Casanova with the spike, sending the fans into a frenzy! Soon enough, the ring is filled up with ringside and backstage officials, trying to stop the carnage, but not before "The Creep" can get a few more shots in!
The officials eventually separate the two men, dragging Casanova away from "The Creep", despite him wanting to fight back. Every ring official empties to the ring, forcing a bloody, re-energized Casanova to the back. Using a fingertip, he draws out some of his own blood and licks it, all while laughing at "The Creep".
In the meantime, Chris Carson remains inside of the ring, holding the spike up, getting cheers from the fans. On the spike is Casanova's blood, which he dabs across his own cheek, letting it act as warpaint.
Staring each other down, both men are held back by security, as the cameras fade to the back.
Winner: Stevie Swing
Backstage Jay is sitting by the snack table eating some crackers like it's nobody's business. She tries to grab another cracker but someone grabs her hand. She turns around to see Ace Rodgers holding a bottle of soda and a large pizza box, and she wonders how he grabbed her hand when his are full.
Jay: Holy shit! You really did it! How much do I owe you?
Two wiggers jump Ace from behind and steal the pizza and soda. Ace turns around and once again Jay is gone.
Ace Rodgers: DAMN!
Fade out.
Stevie Swing returns to the backstage area, spotting Chris Extreme, who looks disappointed at his losing effort in tonight's match. Kicking a bucket, Chris stumbles about, feeling very upset and annoyed. Stevie is quick to walk up to him and pat him on the back.
Stevie Swing: There, there.
Chris Extreme: I should be champ! I should get by with doing no work whatsoever!
Stevie Swing: I agree, you should! Morgana isn't your parner, you see? I told you so! Stick with me and you'll do good.
Chris Extreme: But... but... but she's Morgcedes!
Stevie rolls her eyes, caresses her World Title and rubs Chris Extreme's arm.
Stevie Swing: Morgcedes gets you nowhere! You know that -- and I know that! You saved her last week; but did she save you this week? Noooo! She never!
Chris Extreme: Mayhaps.
Stevie Swing: Nope, she never. In fact... listen, how about you come over to my house for Thanksgiving this week? We'll get together with Casanova, share a turkey and eat some yams. We'll get ready for the pay per view together. C'mon, you know you want to.
Chris Extreme: Well, I--...
Stevie Swing: [as if calling a puppy] C'mon...
Chris Extreme: Hmmm... maybe.
Stevie Swing: Good! That's what I like to hear!
Happy with Chris Extreme's change in tone, Stevie skips off, smiling brightly, while Chris is left confused and agitated.
The arena unexpectedly descends into total darkness, sparking the crowd into an expectant frenzy. After a long moment of anticipation, "Piece of Me (Remix)" by Britney Spears pulses through the sound system, accompanied by an image of Morgana in all of her pink-haired glory, which overtakes the screen.
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 miniscule pink and black skort, black fishnets, knee-high boots and a tight black tank top, her long hair pulled into two loose braids, Morgy slowly makes her way toward the ring, blowing kisses to fans in the front row as she does so, her every step accompanied by another explosion of fireworks.
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
Basking in the cheers of the crowd, Morgy pauses on the apron before grasping the top rope and flipping gracefully into the ring. "Piece of Me (Remix)" dies abruptly over the speakers as Morgy parades confidently around the ring, waiting for the match to begin.
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.
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 the referee and stares a hole through him, then at his opponent, as the tidal wave of supporters retreats backstage.
Just as "The Creep" enters the ring, he is searched by the referee for the presence of that steel railroad spike. In short, it's nowhere to be found. However, the bloodstains from Casanova remain on his hands, including the "warpaint" he smudged on his face. Together, he and Sebastian York confer, with Sebastian taking a second to step back, walk into the corner and request the microphone.
Reeiving it, he walks into the center of the ring, while Chris Carson and Jay step to the outer portion of the apron, waiting for things to begin.
Sebastian York: Before things get underway here, I want to let one thing be known.
Sebastian turns towards Morgana, who is preparing to start the match.
Sebastian York: I'm a man of honor and this is a time for giving thanks. In other words... Morgy, you gave me a shot at the title, so I'm returning the favor. My next pick for the pay per view is... you, Morgana!
The fans give out a cheer, glad to hear this news. Sebastian York points to his other partner, Chris Carson, while Morgana steps forward, nodding her head. Opposite to all of this, Jay yawns and Sebastian York passes the microphone off to the ring announcer.
The bell rings and the match gets started, with Morgana and Sebastian York start things off for their respective teams. Whichever duo gets the win in this match, will advance to the Tag Wars Trophy finals at the pay per view, where they will already have to take on the team of Steven Jones and Zero.
In any event, Sebastian goes to lock-up with Morgana, but she ducks beneath his attempt, swings around him and applies a waistlock. Denying this hold, York nails Morgy upside the head with some back-elbow shots, dizzying her, allowing her to weaken her grip. Grabbing onto her right arm, he armdrags her over his shoulder, slapping her to the canvas before him!
Stepping back, he allows for Morgy to stand, going back on the attack once she gets to her feet. He immediately locks on an over-the-top wristlock, which bridges Morgana back. Luckily, she's soon able to pop up, negating the hold, rolls free of Sebastian's clutches, releases herself from him and then drop-toe-holds him.
Jumping towards his head, she applies a side-headlock, but York instantly rises to his feet, still with Morgana hanging onto it. Lifting her up, he tries to back-suplex her, but she's able to backflip out of his attempt, thus landing safely on her feet. Alternatively, she nails a dropkick to the back of Sebastian York's head, sending him sailing front-first into his own corner, where Chris Carson tags himself into the ring.
Face-to-face, he meets Morgana, whom he has a notorious history with. Smirking, he gives a slight tug on her pink hair, which she responds by slapping him across the face. After this, she bounces off the ropes and returns with a body-scissors/rollup attempt... only to have Chris Carson remain on his feet, hoist Morgy up and then wheelbarrow-suplex her across the ring!
Up to his feet, he grabs another handful of Morgy's pink hair and forces her up. However, Morgy quickly responds by punching "The Creep" in the gut and then hitting a jawbreaker. She hooks on a 3/4 facelock and attempts a Fata Morgana, but "The Creep" remains on his feet again, only to push Morgana forward.
Luckily for Morgana, she's able to completely backflip and land on her feet, keeping herself afloat. Hoping to stop that, Chris Carson goes to club her in the back of the head with a forearm, but she sees it out of the corner of her eye, giving her the chance to duck down and evade the blow. Jumping onto Carson's shoulders, she motions forward, giving him a Victory Roll...
Seeing this, the referee counts...
...1...2...
No! Chris Carsons pushes Morgy off, keeping the match going!
Noticing a bored Jay reach out, Morgana tags in Jay, who seems disinterested, but steps inside, anyhow.
Waiting for Morgana to exit, Jay finally goes to work on "The Creep", someone whom she has a history with, as well. She strikes him with one roundhouse kick... and then another with her other leg... and follows that with another kick, using her original leg. Making Carson stagger, Jay soon nails the Dead Again Capoeira Kick, dropping Carson onto his back!
A second later, Jay drops down and hooks a leg, going for a cover...
...1...2...
"The Creep" kicks out at the count of two, keeping the match going!
Not giving him a second to recover, Jay sits Carson up and then delivers some soccer-kicks to his lower back region. Standing him up, she uses a spinning backfist to back him into the corner, where she strikes with a flurry of high kicks to his chest, finishing off by climbing onto the middle rope and then striking with a front-kick to the jaw!
Stumbling out of the corner, Chris Carson shakes his head, trying to keep his senses; but alas, he cannot. Jay is keen to come up behind him and sweep him off his feet with a spinning legsweep!
Seconds after he lands on his back, Jay is quick to lock on an ankle lock, trying to get "The Creep" to submit, but everyone should know by now that he won't. The pink wig on Jay's head remains in place, as she angrily locks the hold on tighter, looking for "The Creep" to yell out in pain, only to be struck with a mule-kick from a wiry Chris Carson!
This shot to the mouth pushes Jay back, releasing the ankle lock, allowing for him to roll towards his corner, where he tags in Sebastian York, who hops in over the top rope. Wasting little time, he charges at Jay, trying to clothesline her, but she ducks beneath this shot. Instead, she traverses forward, jumps onto the middle rope and comes springing back with a spinning roundhouse kick, knocking York onto his back!
Right away, she tries for a cover!
...1...2...
...
Before the three can be made, Sebastian York slides out from beneath Jay and bridges up to his feet. Holding his face, he hooks onto Jay, flipping her to the canvas with a judo throw! She immediately kips-up, though; bringing the attack back on York, who doesn't back down.
When he notices her throw another roundhouse kick at her, he uses both hands to block the blow; and then he swings her around. As she torpedoes around, looking for a Dragon Kick, Sebastian York kicks her in the gut and goes for "The Hunger"! However, just like Stevie Swing last week, she's able to twirl her way out of it and remain on her feet. She then tries for an enziguiri...
...but Sebastian York ducks, thus the kick misses!
With both of Jay's feet in his hands, York rolls her forward, giving her the momentum to roll up to her feet. Morgana notices Jay is in trouble, so she reaches out for the tag, but Jay ignores it; opting to remain in the ring and tangle with Sebastian York.
Sebastian York heads towards Jay, who responds with a European uppercut, followed by a stiff-headbutt. This isn't enough to keep Sebastian York down, though. Despite the effects of Jay's blows, he fires back with some chops to her chest, which ring out across the arena, almost sickening everyone. As Jay steps back, holding her chest/breasts, York latches onto her and Northern Lights suplexes her!
A bridge is made, with York making the pinfall...
...1...
The referee slaps the mat once...
...2...
...twice...
...
However, Morgana saves the day for Jay, as she springboards off the top rope, entering the ring, and landing a flying Shooting Star Press onto York, stopping the count!
Aware of this, the referee soon forces Morgana back into her corner. Disconcert with this help from Morgana, Jay -- Morgy's own partner -- climbs back to her feet, glaring angrily at her partner. Nevertheless, she watches Sebastian York arise, waiting patiently to give him another roundhouse kick to his left temple!
This shot crumples York to the ground, allowing Jay to cover him.
...1...2...
However, Sebastian York is able to easily kick out at two!
Slapping the mat, Jay gets to her feet, sitting Sebastian York up. Delivering a kick to the side of his head, she soon applies a Dragon Sleeper, hoping to wear him down; perhaps soon enabling her to apply an anaconda-like body scissors.
Sadly, this is not case.
Even with Jay locking the hold on, Sebastian York fights his way to his feet, much to the thanks of the cheering fans. Twisting around, he hoists Jay up, lifting her into the air and heaves her forward, like a sack of dicks. She plummets to the canvas, landing square on her face, letting York move in and lift her back up.
Seconds later, she's between his legs -- with a standing headscissors, you sick fuck -- and is hoisted into the air. York goes to powerbomb her to the canvas, but she's able to luckily squirm her way free, landing in her own corner... where Morgana reaches out and tags herself in, much to the disdain of Jay!
Again, Morgana uses the top rope as a springboard, as she sails through the air and connects with a flying dropkick to York, knocking him onto his back! Just as he pops up, she goes right back to work on him, hoping to whip him into the ropes. He has other plans, coincidentally; as he's able to reverse the whip, sending Morgana towards them, instead.
Ducking down, he telegraphs a backdrop, which Morgana notices from a mile away. Thinking quickly, she leaps onto his back, does a little dance; and then finishes off with a double-stomp to the back of Sebastian's skull!
With a majistral cradle, she rolls up York, looking for a quick pinfall...
...1...2...
However, York is able to kickout, keeping the match going!
Despite the stomp to the head, he's able to get back to his feet, where he is immediately met with an attempted kick from Morgana. Thinking fast, he catches her foot and flips her backward... only to have her do a complete 360 and land on her feet!
Jumping up, she applies both ankles around York's head and hurricanranas him to the canvas, flipping him into his own corner, where Chris Carson tags himself in. Aware of this, Jay returns inside, as well; the referee officially losing control of this match.
Jay pops across the ring, her pink wig fluttering in the air, nailing a flying forearm to "The Creep", just as he was about to kick Morgy.
On the other hand, Morgana focuses on Sebastian York, who may not be the legal man, but is still in the ring. In one corner, Morgana and York tangle; while in the other, Jay and Carson tassle with each other, with "The Creep" using his brawling skills to gain the upperhand.
York whips Morgana across the ring...
"The Creep" whips Jay across the ring...
Morgana runs at her own partner, but Jay is able to throw her into the air, with Morgana landing on "The Creep"'s shoulders; while Jay crossbodies York, sending them both spilling to the floor!
Morgana hurricanranas "The Creep"... and goes directly into a rollup-pinfall...
...1...2...
...!
No!
"The Creep" sunset-flips Morgana...
...1...
But they both get to their feet; "The Creep" being the first up! With Morgy bent over in front of him, he grabs her... and then "C.C. Bombs" her! A rush of energy flows to his head, as he covers Morgy...
...1...
The fans actually count along...
...2...
...
...3!
"The Creep" does it! He finally pins Morgana's shoulders to the canvas, getting the victory for himself and Sebastian York!
Outside, Sebastian York gets to his feet, absolutely thrilled to have gotten the victory. Rolling into the ring, he shakes Chris Carson's hand, the perfect way to start things on the road to the pay per view. However, "The Creep"'s victory celebration doesn't last long, as the image of Casanova leaving the arena with Carson's ex-Julia, and his son, is shown on the SW-Screen.
Casanova has a patch on his head, still sopping up blood from the wound made by Carson. "The Creep" races to the back, trying to catch up with them, but it's much too late.
Sebastian York, on the other hand, continues to celebrate in the ring, getting a grand ovation from the fans. His celebration is cut short, as well. Jay rolls back into the ring and connects with a roundhouse kick to the back of his skull, dropping him to the canvas!
Winner: Chris Carson/Sebastian York
Before tonight's event can go to credits, the camera cuts to the back, showing Stevie Swing standing in front of a monitor, having her World Title around her waist. Rubbing and shining it, as if it were an erect clitoris, Stevie happily watches the agony of his opponents for the upcoming pay per view.
Stevie Swing: Everything's coming up Stevie!
She shuts off the monitor; and the cameras showing Eternity fade to black...