Event Date: Tuesday, January 13th, 2009
Theme Song: Strung Out - "Bring Out Your Dead"
Felix is out first, getting a mixed applause. He is soon followed by Mr. Pink and Don Tiago, who are not yet known to the fans. Nevertheless, as things get underway, they begin to follow the action, watching as Mr. Pink starts kicking and punching at his two opponents.
However, Felix Fliehr soon negates these attacks by blocking the blows and then hitting a dropkick, which sends Mr. Pink stumbling into a clothesline from Don Tiago, knocking him to the canvas. Tiago then notices Fliehr get to his feet and charges at him... only to have Felix leapfrog over him.
Turning around, Don Tiago is quick to kick Felix in the gut, standing headscissors him and then bring him down onto the canvas with a headscissors. As he goes to rise, Mr. Pink charges in, giving him an elbow to the back of his neck. Not liking this at all, Tiago pushes Mr. Pink back, kicks him in the stomach and pulls him close.
After nailing an atomic drop, Don Tiago watches as Mr. Pink gingerly stumbles back, only to be struck with a running-clothesline. After stomping at Mr. Pink for a few seconds, Don Tiago circles around, turning back to Felix Fliehr. Unfortunately, he walks directly into a hurricanrana, flipping him over.
They pop up, with Felix Fliehr going for the kill, but Tiago side-steps his attack, drop-toe-holding him into the middle buckle. Rapidly smashing Fliehr's face off the middle turnbuckle, Don Tiago steps back, charges forward and delivers a running-knee to the back of his skull, knocking him silly!
Turning back around, he goes to make the same move, noticing Mr. Pink back up and charging at him. Stepping to his left, Don Tiago allows for Mr. Pink to smash into Felix Fliehr, smirking as he stumbles back, in a bit of pain. Sadly for Mr. Pink, he groggily stumbles back into "Whacked!" -- Don Tiago's version of a uranage!
The cover is made...
...1...2...3!
Victorious, Don Tiago has his hand raised, looks into the crowd and then rolls to the floor, where he begins walking to the back. At the next show, he makes his on-screen debut. How will he fare in front of TV cameras?
Winner: Don Tiago
Various firemen walk around the scene, having finally put the fire out, with one man stopping to talk to one official. This fireman, clad in a black and yellow firecoat, shakes his head -- things are not looking good.
Fireman: Things don't look good. We couldn't salvage anything.
Official: How about Chris Extreme?
Fireman: Huh?
Official: Did you find his body behind the house?
Fireman: There... there... there was no body.
Official: What the hell?
The camera slowly shifts to a teary-eye Stevie, who is on her knees and striking the ground with her fists.
Stevie Swing: Nooooooooooooooooo!
Fade out.
It hasn't been a good Christmas for Stevie Swing; and there has been changes within Sin Wrestling's title situation. New champ, Casanova, defends for the first time tonight, against an opponent of his choosing.
Let the cameras roll...
"Scream" by Avenged Sevenfold begins playing, as the hockey arena explodes with boos at the sight of Casanova making his way down to the ring. In one hand, he holds the Sin Wrestling world title above his head, and in the other, is a microphone. Trailing behind him, at a short distance, are Julia and little Chris Carson Jr. He slides into the ring with a smirk on his face, seeming to relish the reaction of the fans.
Casanova: Boy, if this state fell into the ocean, the whole damn country might fall short of our asshole quota.
The boos multiply, as does Cas's enjoyment of them.
Casanova: At least we're in a real arena, and not that overrated playpen, Fenway.
Without much surprise, the boos continue, having largely reached as loud as they can go.
Casanova: Seriously, if you pop up a bunt and the wind's right, it might drift over the Green Monster. It's what, 5 feet from the plate to the wall?
Julia and Junior dodge some garbage which comes flying, and somehow manages to miss Cas.
Casanova: Hey, you're the guys with Shrek at DH and Hornswoggle at second. It's not like I'm making shit up. And anyway, even from this cesspool city, you'd think your World Champion, also the greatest...superstar...in Sin Wrestling...history...
His words are almost drowned out completely by audience boos.
Casanova: ...deserves a little respect. Of course I'm not going to get that, my hopes were high for someone heading into the city that squirted out Chris Carson.
The crowd goes completely 180, cheering intensely loud for their hometown star, "The Creep."
Casanova: But you know what? I'm not here to talk about Chris Carson. I've stomped his New England, trailer trash, Tessie-singing ass so many god damn times that his jaw and ribs have my bootprints permanently etched in bone.
With the crowd again raining hate down on him, Casanova seems agitated at the mere thought of Carson.
Casanova: See, if you want to see 2009 in a nutshell, some kind of advance warning...take a look at Chris Carson's 2008. It was a long painful story of appreciable tragedy...meaningless small-time triumph...and complete grab-your-ankles-and-beg-for-it-RAW capitulation...to Casanova.
A few random crotch thrusts accentuate the point, which draws the kind of heat from the crowd that one would expect from a Stevie Swing autograph session in Gaza.
Casanova: That's how next year is going to look, for this entire federation. I'm going to crater these cocky jackass rookies, and break every dipshit veteran like Carson who thinks they're ANYTHING in this day and age! And what remains from my scourge...will be only the very strongest, only the nastiest, the deadliest of the pack. I'm going to reshape this federation in my image, and restore it to the greatness it was before Stevie Swing made us the punchlines of the wrestling world. And so help me god, anyone who gets in my way should revisit Carson's recent past. Because if him, or anyone else, attempts to derail my vision of Sin Wrestling...I will stomp you like I stomped Carson's face into a chair, I will smash you into a pulpy mass resembling a humanoid just like I did Carson, and if him or anyone else doesn't learn after that...I won't stop until I've broken a back, a neck, something that will leave them unable to compete in this business. Something that will take their very livelihood away from them. Something that will make them wish that I went just a bit further and finished the deed.
Casanova leers menacingly at the crowd, when an inaudible sound, to most, catches his attention. He turns, and finds Chris Jr. sobbing quietly.
Casanova: Jesus, you sad little shit, SHUT UP!
Junior whimpers a bit, but the tears won't stop fast enough for Casanova.
Casanova: ENOUGH!
Casanova steps to him quickly, in a rage, and slaps him across the face hard.
The audience goes almost silent in shock, before the boos begin to rain down like never before. Security is seen near the guardrails actively trying to prevent audience members from coming in to attack Cas. Julia grabs Chris Jr., and quickly pulls him from the ring, shielding him from further harm.
Casanova: I try to give that kid a fighting chance, but let's be real, he's got half his genes from dad, which makes him damn near a hopeless case. Add in a cheap skank like his mother for the other half of his DNA, and seriously, it's a wonder he isn't wearing a helmet and chasing cars.
Julia leads Chris Jr. to the back, both looking scared and shocked, while the fans resoundly boo and jeer Casanova.
Casanova: Look at what this place is doing to me? I come out here for my first real chance to talk as the World Champ, and it's been nothing but a Carson family tard-fest. Let's get onto the real reason I'm here...Sebastian York.
The crowd roars back into cheers at the mention of Sebastian York.
Casanova: I've already let the world know that I chose Sebastian York for my first title defense mainly to prove that I wouldn't be a fluke champion. Tonight, though...I'm going to tell the whole story. Why don't you come on down, Sebastian?
The crowd goes completely nuts as "All My Life" plays over the sound system, and Sebastian York makes his way down to the ring. He climbs onto the apron, and stares down Casanova for a long while, before slowly stepping through the ropes, not taking his eyes off Casanova the entire time.
Casanova: Like I said, Sebastian, I picked you, the most likely runner-up from Christmas at Stevie's, to prove that I wasn't a fluke. But the more I thought about it...the more it comes down to than that alone. See, the truth of it is, Sebastian, that I don't need to prove myself to anyone. You don't become a three time World Champion by dumb luck. You don't win major events like Ultimate Survival at the last show, or Over the Top Rope II, where there were major competitors in all over the place, via dumb luck.
York shrugs, as if to ask what he's been called down for, anyway. Casanova waves a hand, gesturing for him to wait.
Casanova: This starts a new era of Sin Wrestling, Sebastian. You've shown stellar potential as a lower champion...I think it's time you decide whether or not you have what it takes to make the jump to a higher level. I mentioned in a promo earlier that I didn't get where I was without sacrifice...the kind of sacrifice that most competitors simply can't make.
Casanova steps back, eyeing York carefully.
Casanova: I'm giving you a chance here to see if you can reach that potential, to see if you can make that sacrifice. I'm going to reshape this federation in my image, Sebastian. A leaner, meaner place. Where goofball jokes like Stevie Swing don't set the standard. Where the bar is raised, where we aren't so desperate for a roster that we sign bums off the street, and the lamest of Nigerians. I offer you the chance, Sebastian...you can either be the first obstacle eliminated, or the first to embrace the future.
York looks confused for a moment, before Casanova continues.
Casanova: It's as simple as this. You sacrifice your World Title shot tonight. You stand beside me, as I carve the fat from this wasteland, and shape the remains into something that resembles the legendary past. If I am the arrow, piercing the heart of the old, complacent Sin Wrestling, you will be the sword, slashing apart those who are hopeless, and carving those with potential to greatness.
Sebastian nods slowly as he listens, obviously contemplating Casanova's offer, as the crowd begins to boo him.
Casanova: Or, you can throw my offer away. You can take your shot at me and my title, and YOU WILL FAIL!
Casanova steps close to York, whispering loudly into the microphone.
Casanova: You will fail, and you will be kicked aside, as the first remnant removed of the old, failed, pathetic Sin Wrestling era which preceded this new one. You will be a footnote in the record books. The Mike Phantasy of this generation, possibly someday making the Hall of Fame out of pity, but certainly not out of dominance.
The crowd gains a very mixed reaction, many harshly booing Casanova's words, but cheering Sebastian York, perhaps urging him to throw Cas's offer away and take him on tonight.
Casanova: Or...Sebastian...you can accept that you will never defeat me, but instead become the scourge of the next era, the nightmare lying in wait for those to come, as I have been for so long. You can be instead of the Phantasy, you could be the Draco, or Zimdela Brudon, of this generation. A definite second-in-command...but a dominant legend, as part of a dominant, legendary group.
Sebastian looks to be mulling the offer over, as Casanova slinks around him, pacing around the ring, all the while facing York with his head low, glaring from under his brow at him.
Casanova: If you take your title shot tonight...you will be remembered for almost beating me...and almost beating me...and almost beating me. That will be the legacy of Sebastian York in one word. Almost. If you put that shot aside though, and make my mission your own, as well, you may not become a World Champion. But you will be remembered forever as one of the architects of the rebirth of Sin Wrestling. You will be remembered forever for your choice...your actions...and your sacrifice.
Sebastian York seems to pop out of his contemplation, and quickly grabs the microphone from Casanova, while nodding.
Sebastian York: You're right. I do want to be remembered forever Cas, just like how you are, and you've opened my eyes as to how I can attain that goal. I'm going to be remembered forever...for slapping the taste out of the World Champion!
With a resounding thud that echoes through the sound system, Sebastian York swings his hand with the microphone in it right across Casanova's mouth! Cas staggers back in surprise, and slides out of the ring, holding his face, as a line of blood traces down from the corner of his lips. He glowers for a moment at York, before slowly making his way back up the entrance...only to spot Chris Carson coming through the curtain, looking very pissed off!
Casanova glances back toward the ring, where York stares him down, and then back at the entrance, where Chris Carson furiously glares at him! Casanova glances back and forth again, before cowardly deciding against confronting either of them, and leaping the guardrail to bolt through the crowd! He's heckled and pelted with garbage, as fans attempt to assault him, before he disappears through an exit. Chris Carson makes his way back through the curtain, presumably chasing Cas, as York is left in the ring with a microphone, and the World Championship belt, which Casanova left in his hasty exit, and that York now holds in one hand.
York slowly raises the title up into the air and the crowd goes into a frenzy at the mere sight of York holding the title high. He pulls the title down and looks at it, as the crowd breaks into a chant of his name.
Sebastian York: This moment, is the moment that I've dreamed about ever since I inked my name on a Sin Wrestling contract. This moment, is the moment that I've bust my ass for night-in and night-out. This moment, is not something I'd be willing to trade away for your pipe dreams, Casanova.
Sebastian pauses for a moment to look back down at the title in his hands, before he smiles and slings it over his shoulder.
Sebastian York: Now, don't get me wrong, I respect Casanova's vision. I respect that he has a restoration blueprint for Sin all laid out, and I'm not even going to lie to you, I'm kind of flattered that he even bothered to extend his hand out to me in an effort to get me to join HIS cause. But THIS right here? THIS IS MY CAUSE.
Sebastian yells out as he points to the title on his shoulder. The fans erupt once again causing a smile to creep back onto Sebastian's face. The ovation from his statement is thunderous and it is clear that the fans are behind Sebastian 100%.
Sebastian York: You spoke of sacrifices, Cas, and as I told you before ... I'm all too familiar with them. I, more than anyone else, understand that when you have a cause worth fighting for, you are willing to make the necessary sacrifices to serve your cause; and that is why I am willing to sacrifice the very thing that means the most to me here tonight. I am willing to sacrifice the most precious thing that we as athletes and entertainers have, Cas. I am willing to sacrifice my career!
There is a mixed reaction at this announcement as some people cheer and some people yell for Sebastian not to do it.
Sebastian York: You see that, Cas? I am literally laying it all on the line for my cause here tonight. Is that the kind of sacrifice that you're talking of? If I don't get the job done against you tonight, I, Sebastian York will retire from Sin Wrestling. I'll have no choice but to be the first casualty of your new regime. If you so badly want to make an example out of someone Cas, MAKE ONE OUT OF ME!
The crowd boos at the thought, realizing the situation at hand.
Sebastian York: Just know that I'm coming prepared for war. Just know that if tonight so happens to be my last night setting foot into an SW ring, then I plan on going out with a BANG. But I hope you realize that I really don't plan on going out at all. The adrenaline is coursing through my veins and I'm sure that tonight is the night that I finally make history. You see, I understand that this title right here may be your legacy. But please understand Cas, that this title right here is my destiny. And you want to know a little secret Cas? It's calling my name. Don't you hear it?
The crowd starts chanting Sebastian's name as he presses his ear to the title.
Sebastian York: That's right, Cas, it's calling my name. And TONIGHT, is the night that I'm finally going to step up to the plate and answer the call. I guess you can say I finally know what it feels like to hear ... MY ... DESTINY ... CALLING.
An electrified crowd goes crazy as Sebastian drops the mic to the mat and lifts the title above his head once more. He plays up to the crowd for a little while longer, before he finally hops out of the ring and heads to the back.
The arena falls into darkness. The music of "Head Down" by Nine Inch Nails begins to play, starting the crowd up with mild cheers. Crux steps out from behind the curtain and is lit up in the darkness by a white spotlight. He is shirtless and wearing a black ski mask, black fingerless gloves, tattered black sweatpants, and black boots. He slowly and quietly walks toward the ring carrying a black steel chair, only looking ahead and ignoring the people around him. The chorus of his song begins...
And this is not my life
And there is not a single thing here
I can recognize
This is all a dream
And none of you are real
I'll give anything
I'll give anything
Crux leaves the black steel chair outside the ring, in case he needs to use it, and slides into the ring. Slouching in the corner, he silently waits for his match to begin as his song fades out.
Fresh off Christmas at Stevie's, we're treated to a double debut match between two newcomers, who are both looking to make an immediate impact. The winner of this bout will shoot up the standings, where they will soon obtain an Ultraviolence Title shot. Needless to say, they'll both be looking to make a good showing here, hoping to start 2009 off with a bang.
...and they do; as they both lock-up in the center of the ring, with the fans watching on, deciding who to cheer for.
Undersized and lacking the strength, Crux is easily pushed against the turnbuckle pads, where he is easy pickings for Tj Jones, who slaps at his chest, leaving a red welt across it.
Before Tj can deliver anymore vicious chops, the referee steps in between the two newcomers, seperating them, making them re-start things. Again, the lock-up; and again, it's Tj Jones getting the advantage, using a side-headlock. Trying to fend him off, Crux nails some forearms to Tj's ribcage, pushing him against the ropes and shoves him across the ring.
Tj Jones bounces off the ropes, only to have Crux leapfrog over him. He rushes into the next set of ropes, rebounding back, and hops over Crux, who drops laterally to the ground, trying to trip him, continuing to the original set of ropes. Upon his return, Crux leaps up to his feet and hits a jumping sit-out dropkick, striking him in the face!
Knocked down, Tj immediately pops back up, along with Crux, who then tries to hip-toss him, but to no avail. Alternatively, Tj Jones grabs onto his head and drops him with a swinging neckbreaker! This move doesn't keep Crux down for long, though; as he instantly gets back up, much like Tj before him, and tries for a running-clothesline attack.
Tj Jones has other plans, though. Side-stepping the attempting clothesline, he latches on to Crux's arm, goes behind him and attempts a backslide...
...only to have Crux negate the attempt by rolling back-to-back over Tj's shoulder, backflipping onto his feet!
Surprised, Tj motions towards Crux, trying for a clothesline of his own, but he meets nothing but a kick to the stomach for his efforts. Following this, Crux nails a double-underarm DDT, rises back to his feet and begins stomping at Tj Jones, actually getting the crowd behind him and his hidden face.
Stepping back, listening to the cheers, Crux seems to milk it up, as he lifts Tj Jones up to his feet and then strikes with a back-elbow shot. Laying him against the ropes, he whips him out and goes for a crossbody attempt. However, his weaker, feeble body isn't enough to take down a rebounding Jones, who's able to catch him in mid-air!
Swinging Crux out, he catches him on the way down with a leaping-lung blower, jabbing both of his knees into a flailing Crux chest! Instantly, Crux pops back up, holding his lungs and throat, gasping for oxygen, only to stumble directly into a running Yakuza Kick from a surging Tj Jones, which sends him spiraling through the air!
Rolling atop Crux, Tj Jones hooks a leg, getting some fanfare of his own...
...1...2...
However, at the count of two, Crux kicks out, continuing the match!
Disappointed at the lack of a victory, Tj Jones gets back to a standing base, where he grabs Crux's mask and stands him up to his feet. Delivering a few chops and forearms, Tj circles around, looking for a rolling-forearm, which he nails against Crux's jaw, knocking him against the ropes.
In here, Tj kicks at Crux and then whips him out. Upon Crux's rebound, Tj Jones ducks down, looking for a backdrop, but Crux has other plans. With a stiff kick to the face, Crux watches Tj Jones falter back, holding his jaw. From here, he steps forward and nails a reverse Russian legsweep/flatliner, taking a page -- pun intended -- from the notebook of Corey Page!
Having Tj laid out in front of him, Crux listens to the cheers from the fans, riling him up, enabling him to walk into the corner and climb to the top turnbuckle pad. Without warning, he leaps off, diving through the air, where he connects with a flying headbutt -- a move that he calls "Death From the Stars"!
Hooking Tj's leg, he goes for a cover, while the referee makes the count...!
...1...2...
The fans actually begin counting along with the referee...
...
...but no! Tj Jones kicks out, getting his shoulder up at the right time, also sending a wave of joy from the surging fans!
Crux can't believe it. Instead, he stands up, lifting Tj up with him. Up here, he pulls Tj Jones into a standing headscissors, straitjackets his arms and goes for a straitjacket-piledriver. However, Tj maintains his balance, weighing himself down, so that Crux cannot properly lift him. In retaliation, Tj heaves Crux overhead, sending him flying with a backdrop.
Quickly getting back up, Crux is shocked to see Tj Jones go right after him, striking him with some lefts and rights. These shots knock the masked man against the turnbuckle pads, allowing for Jones to Irish-whip him across the ring. Instead of crashing against the turnbuckles, though; Crux steps onto the middle rope and then hops sideways over the top rope, landing on the apron, whereas Tj follows in, hitting nothing but the buckles.
Taking advantage of Tj Jones' mistake, Crux reaches forward, latches onto Tj's head and drops down, guillotine choking him across the top rope. Watching as Tj falls back, holding his throat, Crux instantly lifts himself back onto the apron and begins to slowly ascend to the top rope, where he begins to adjust his mask.
This lapse in time and judgement proves to be erroneous, though; as Tj is able to hastily rise to his feet, noticing Crux on the top rope. With time in his favor, he watches as Crux leaps towards him, extending his arm, only to bend backwards -- ala The Matrix, enabling Crux to miss the flying attack and land awkwardly on the canvas. When Crux lands, he turns around... only to walk right into a Gamengiri Kick from Tj!
Thinking quickly, Tj sits Crux up, bounces off the ropes and returns with a lethal kick to the masked face, driving him into the canvas. Dropping down, Tj makes an immediate cover, to the delight of his fans...!
As usual, the referee counts...
...1...
The referee slaps his hand off the canvas once...
...2...
...twice...
...
But the elusive third-count cannot be made, as Crux rolls out of the pinfall!
Tj Jones is shocked. Nevertheless, he lifts Crux up, dragging him to his feet via a handful of black ski mask. Applying a standing side-Triangle hold with his arms, Tj hoists Crux up, looking for a twisting Uranage, but Crux is able to push his way out of it, landing safely on his feet behind Tj. Right away, he hooks his arms around Tj's waist and pushes him into the corner, smashing Tj off the corner. Crux uses this momentum to roll Tj back, using an O'Connor Roll...
Seeing this, the referee counts, while Crux leans back on Tj's legs with his rear-end, trying to keep him down...
...1...2...
This time, it's Tj's turn to kick out; as he pushes Crux into the corner, where he smashes against the pads! As he stumbles back, slightly dazed, he happens to stumble directly into a bridging German suplex from Tj!
The referee counts...!
...1...2...
Crux kicks out!
The fans are on their feet, giving these two newcomers a solid ovation, glad to see the match they've been entertained with, a fitting way to begin their SW career. However, things are not yet over.
Both men get to their feet at approximately the same time, with Tj putting his hands together and trying to nail Crux with a clubbing double-axehandle blow. Seeing this, Crux ducks down, avoiding the attack. In his own defense, he sends some back-elbow shots to the back of Tj's skull, dizzying him, allowing him to swing him around, give him several knees to the gut and hook him up for a DDT.
However, Tj Jones immediately flings him overhead with a bridging Northern Lights suplex!
The cover is made, yet again...
...1...2...
At the very last second, Crux rolls out of the pinfall; and both men get back to their feet, worn down from the reversals and attempts made to win the match.
Crux with a punch to Tj's face...
Tj responds with a kick...
Crux with a forearm...
Tj bounces off the ropes and returns with a climbing enziguiri, which strikes Crux in the back of his skull, knocking him onto the canvas!
Slowly, but surely, Tj returns to a standing base, hovering over Crux. Standing at the top of Crux's head, he bends over, about to pick him up. However, Crux senses danger, and he erupts with a harsh kick to the top of Tj's cranium! Staggered, Tj holds his face, while Crux gets to his knee, seeing Tj wobbling before him.
Out of nowhere, Crux shakes off the cobwebs and nails a leaping-cutter on Tj, jamming him into the ring! From here, Crux places Tj's right arm over his shoulder, chicken winging him, while applying a crossface! This move, which he has entitled "No Hope" soon has Tj screaming in agony!
Trying to fight it off, Tj squirms closer and closer to the ropes, with his fans egging him on! Using his left hand, he tries to reach out for the bottom rope, just a little more...
In seeing this, Crux wrenches the hold a little tighter...
Tj is almost there, just millimetres away from the rope...
"No Hope" is held tighter and tighter...
As a result, Tj Jones has no other choice but to tap out, unable to reach the bottom rope!
Upon hearing the bell, Crux releases the hold, joyfully slaps his hands off the canvas and leaps into the air, trying hard to believe what just happened! Not even waiting for the referee to raise his hand, he jumps to the floor, where he begins slapping the hands of fans, while walking to the back, getting his first victory inside of a squared circle.
On the other hand, Tj Jones remains in the ring, holding his neck and head, unable to remove himself from "No Hope". Even so, he gets a great applause from the fans, who recognize his efforts, while raising his hands in the air, living to fight another day.
You can bet these two men will be soon near the top of the card shortly.
Winner: Crux
Jay: Stevie! You're here!
Looking like she hasn't showered since before Christmas, the former World Champ pulls the hair out of her face and looks angrily at her two apparent accomplices.
Anna Hingis: Are... are you okay?
Again, they get no response from Stevie, who continues to drag her belongings with her. Anna Hingis: Uh...
Jay and Anna share a confused look; both of them not knowing how to respond to Stevie's apathy towards them.
Jay: Hey, Stevie! Answer us!
Unaware of what else to do, Jay places her right hand on Stevie Swing's shoulder, making her whip around and slap the hand away.
Jay: What the fuck?!
Stevie Swing: You...
She glares at Jay...
Stevie Swing: And you...
...and at Anna Hingis...
Stevie Swing: Where were you when I needed you?! Where were you when I was losing the title?!
Anna Hingis: But--...
Trying to speak up, Anna Hingis is quickly cut off.
Stevie Swing: It doesn't matter! You weren't there for me; and now I'm not there for you. Screw the both of you.
Shoving Jay aside, Stevie walks away, while Anna's jaw drops, not knowing what to say. In response, Jay flutters her hair and shrugs her shoulders.
Jay: Whatever!
She also storms off, leaving a confused Anna Hingis behind.
"Streets of Bakersfield" by Dwight Yoakam and Buck Owens plays over the arena loudspeakers, as the crowd lets out a large cheer for the entrance of the Streets of Bakersfield 2.0, lovable misfits to the Sin Wrestling audience. A large cloud of smoke fills the top of the entranceway, as a pickup truck appears at the top of the ramp with Buck Travis behind the wheel. He honks twice and The Masked Day Laborer runs out from one of the wings and hops into the flatbed as Buck Travis drives himself and his employee for a day to ringside.
With a buzz from the crowd, “KimDracula” by the Deftones begins to play over the P.A system, with a flash of fireworks sprouting out, as all eyes fixate upon the ramp, landing on Anna Hingis, who is quite confused after the recent backstage situation. Dressed in a pair of black, form-fitting, Adidas brand, spandex tennis shorts and a matching sports bra, her hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail and a confused look resides on her beautiful face. She looks upon the crowd for only a moment, before making her way down towards the ring. She rolls inside, under the bottom rope and then backs into her corner to await the start of the match.
The trio stand in the ring, ready to start their match, with The Masked Day Laborer adjucting his mask, ready to begin things.
Ding... ding... ding...!
With that, the bell rings and Anna Hingis jets across the ring, hoping to surprise The Masked Day Laborer, hoping to ease her mind after the altercation in the back. Unfortunately for her, the Mexican sees her coming from a mile away; and simply steps to his left.
Bam!
Hingis smashes into the corner turnbuckles, allowing him to sneak up on her and smash her face against the top turnbuckle pad. While this occurs, CAPS LOCK stomps in, watching as The Masked Day Laborer repeatedly bashes her skull off the pads.
He taps once, twice and then three times, making The Masked Day Laborer turn around... only to walk directly into a fist to the face!
CAPS LOCK hopes to follow that with a second fist, but TMDL gets his arm up, blocking the shot. Right away, he gives CAPS LOCK a punch of his own, an elbow and then a simple Atomic Drop. Watching CAPS LOCK stumble around, holding his crotch, The Masked Day Laborer steps back and laughs at him, only to have Anna Hingis use her fingernails to claw at his back.
Whipping around, The Masked Day Laborer goes to punch her in the head, but stops, realizing it's a woman. Scratching his head over the mask, he thinks how he should react... but is suddenly vaulted into her by a running high-knee from CAPS LOCK!
This shot knocks Anna back into the corner, dropping her onto her rear, while The Masked Day Laborer's crotch lands directly onto her face. As he goes to back out, he suddenly struck with a kick from CAPS LOCK... and his crotch smashes into her face again... and there's another kick, along with another crotch-to-the-face... and once more!
Turning The Masked Day Laborer around, he goes for a suplex... only to have the Mexican wrestler dangle out of it and wrap his arms around CAPS LOCK's waist. A second later, he brings CAPS LOCK down with the Side-Mexican legsweep and jumps right back up to his feet, where he then plants a Mexican kneedrop!
He makes the cover...
...1...2...
However, Anna Hingis rolls from the corner and clubs The Mexican Day Laborer in the back of his head, much to the annoyance of the fans!
Annoyed, he looks at her, taunts her and wags his finger at her. Having Anna backed into the corner, he is suddenly surprised when she springs out, going to deliver a kick between his legs. However, he realizes this, enabling him to grasp onto her foot, spin her around and then hits The Dump Truck Buster!
As he rises to his feet, the fans cheer him on, only to have a re-energized CAPS LOCK on his feet. With this, he runs at The Masked Day Laborer... only to nail The Mexican Uppercut! As a result, CAPS LOCK stumbles back, accidentally tumbling over Anna Hingis, who is on her hands and knees, trying to recover.
Using a Majistral Cradle, he steps in and rolls Anna up...
...1...2...
At the last second, CAPS LOCK reaches forward and pulls him out of the count! The fans don't like this; neither does The Masked Day Laborer, who is on a roll.
Furious, The Masked Day Laborer gains the support of the fans by repeatedly whacking CAPS LOCK across the face with some punches and slaps, leaving him groggy in the center of the ring. Stepping near the ropes, he reaches out and receives a yellow hard-hat from Buck Travis, who eggs him on, watching as TMDL revs up in the corner...
He goes to pounce at CAPS LOCK...
...and he boots him in the shin! And the headbutts him with the hardhat still attached to his noggin'!
With the yellow construction hat still on his head, he turns around, lavishing in the cheers of the fans, only to have Anna Hingis run at him with an attempting forearm... which he successfully ducks! Swinging around to her back, he forearms her in the lower back and lifts her up onto his shoulders, placing her into a Torture Rack position!
Before long, Anna Hingis is tapping out, wanting the match ended, giving the victory to The Masked Day Laborer, who drops her once he's proclaimed the winner!
Afterwards, The Masked Day Laborer, Johnnyboy and Buck Travis all celebrate in the ring; even flinging out replica yellow hard hats to the joyous fans, putting on a fun show for them. The adults love it, the kids love it -- everyone loves it; except for CAPS LOCK, who is nursing a sore skull, and Anna Hingis, who has just lost the match.
Stepping to the floor, The Masked Day Laborer hands a yellow hard hat to a child, getting everyone excited for tonight's event.
Winner: The Masked Day Laborer
Chris Carson: Where is he?! WHERE IS HE?! I'll kill him! I'll kill Casanova for layin' a hand on my SON!
Carson starts to demolish windows and doors and anything he can lay his stick on. Random wrestlers are trying to calm him down, but Carson doesn't seem to be easily controlled.
Chris Carson: If Casanova thinks he can call the shots around here, he's gonna have to do it without touchin' a HAIR on Junior's head!
Carson finally is restrained enough, dropping his stick in the process, but he manages to spot Julia, who is trying to console a crying Chris Jr.
Junior: D...daddy! Th...that bad man...!
Carson hugs Junior and picks him up, still looking angry as he sneers at Julia.
Julia: This...is my fault.
Chris Carson: You're damned right! How could you trust that bastard?!
Julia: I know! I know...look, I'm sorry. I just...I didn't think he'd HIT him! Now I don't feel safe at all with him around!
Carson pats Junior on the head, still staring icily at Julia. Chris Carson: This is SO your fault. But we can talk about that later. I want you to get out of here with Junior. This ain't gonna be pretty.
Julia: But I don't have anywhere to go!
Carson grunts and hands Junior back to Julia. He fishes around in his pockets and tosses a set of keys to her.
Chris Carson: Take him to my place. I want you to stay there and not do a THING until I get back, you got me? Julia actually looks teary-eyed as Carson pats Junior on the head and presses his forehead to his kid's.
Chris Carson: Men don't cry, bub. You do what your mom says.
Julia just skitters away as Junior continues to cry. Carson just picks up his stick again and marches off on his hunt again.
Chris Carson: Time for a fuckin' game misconduct penalty. This rink's gonna SHINE with his blood!
"The Creep" grits his teeth and the image fades away.
Corey Ashton: Sweet! They have pineapple shrimp. Holla!
The nerdy Ace Rodgers is seen walking by Corey, who notices this and beckons Rodgers over with his hand.
Corey Ashton: Hey Ace, where you going?
Ace stops his walk and turns to face Corey with an uninterested look.
Ace Rodgers: Don’t even talk to me. The last time you were here, you lost my El Camino in that back alley card game.
Corey Ashton: Dude, I had a straight!
Ace Rodgers: You were playing Go Fish, idiot!
Corey tries to ease the tension with a smile and pat on the back.
Corey Ashton: Come on now, I gave you bus money. Anyway! I have something to ask you. It’s totally important.
Ace seems disinterested, but nods his head in approval.
Corey Ashton: Alright, I need to know who the champions are now. After I’ve beaten the hell out of Jay’s koochie, I’m going to have to start getting some championships.
Ace Rodgers: Well, Cameron Blake holds the Ultraviolence title.
Corey Ashton: Who?
Ace Rodgers: He’s a newcomer. Sebastian York is the Television champion. Casanova is the World champion.
Corey bends his arm and jerks it down to his side in happiness.
Corey Ashton: I could beat any of them. Hell, I could beat all of them on the same night. Shit, man. I could fuck them all up at the same time!
Ace rolls his eyes as Corey continues to ramble on about beating ass and some real estate he’s investing in.
Ace Rodgers: I loved to stay and chat, but you’re a gigantic asshole. Later!
Rodgers starts to walk away and nearly clears the room before Ashton hollers out.
Corey Ashton: Hey Ace!
Rodgers sighs and stops his exit to turn around.
Ace Rodgers: What, Corey?
Corey Ashton: Got any fours? Haha.
Ace shakes his fist angrily in Corey’s direction before hurrying out of the room before blowing a gasket. Ashton settles back at his place on the table, looking directly at the long table of food once more.
Corey Ashton: Fuck yeah. They've got California rolls, too?! I love that chinky shit.
We cut away from this before Corey starts to consume an insane amount of food and offend other races.
Guest Referee: Morgana
"You Can't Stop Me" by Guano Apes leaks through speakers and the lights fade as dizzying white spotlights begin to swirl around the audience. Jay walks out from the back wearing a pair of black nylon pants with a v-shape waist seamlessly tucked into leather knee-high black boots with a small heel and an electric blue corset. She finishes walking down the ramp, kind of ignoring the crowd, and slides underneath the ropes. She then proceeds to her respective corner and calmly waits for the match to begin.
The crowd is generally indifferent to Ashton, who is making his long-awaited return to the ring, but the boos rain down on Jay, who turns to hiss at the crowd.
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 minuscule pink and black skirt, black fishnets, knee-high boots and a tight black-striped referee shirt, 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. Both Ashton and Jay don't appear to be happy that Morgy's getting more face-time than they are.
The bell finally rings, and Ashton charges forth to begin, hardly forgetting what The Collective had done to him in the past, including setting him on fire. He backs Jay into the ropes with some hard slaps, but once she gets there, she slips to the mat and slides out of the ring. Ashton sneers at Jay, looking quite angry, but backs off from Morgana's demand, letting Jay come back inside.
Ashton again rushes forth, only for Jay to drop to the mat and slide back out. Cor-Ash starts to get anxious, wanting to get his hands on Jay, but he backs off, letting Morgana count her out...
...1...2...
At the count of two, she re-enters.
When Ashton charges forth again, Jay drops down to slide out again, only for Ashton to grab her by the shoulders and pull her back up, hitting a quick belly-to-belly suplex!
Ashton doesn't appear to be content with just pinning Jay right away, as he pulls Jay to her feet and Irish-Whips her into the corner. He uses the back of his hand to hit some serious slaps in her stomach, then Irish-Whips her again, this time holding her wrist to snap her back into a heavy clothesline!
Immediately, he drops down, hooking a leg, making Morgana count...
...1...
However, Jay quickly pops her shoulder up, which infuriates Corey, who drags her to her feet and goes for another clothesline...
...but she ducks!
Retaliating, Jay commences wailing away at Ashton's back with a few kicks, making him stumble about, enabling her to easily strike with a Capoeira Kick!
Right away, she covers him, hoping for the best...
...1...2...
Only to have Morgana count to two before he kicks out!
Jay takes her time to cuss at the crowd, who is vicariously supporting Ashton due to his past connection to "The Creep", only to walk into a punch to the stomach and a Russian legsweep follow-through. Soon, he starts to hammer at Jay's face, much to the crowd's delight, only for Morgana to stop him, warning him that he's using a closed fist.
Of course, Ashton looks frustrated, sneering at Morgana a moment, but complies. He stares at her and goes to grab Jay, but gets a fistful of nothing, as Jay is back to her feet, allowing her to hit a spinning kick to Ashton's back! She quickly follows this up by nailing a few additional dropkicks to Ashton's lower-back, dropping him down, before finishing off with a standing 360 legdrop across his back!
While Morgana checks on him, Jay struts about the ring, mocking both Morgana and Corey Ashton. She even pretends to strike a match to remind Corey of the last time he was in the ring. However, her celebration is cut short, as Ashton explodes from his spot and uses both of his arms to clothesline Jay!
Corey starts to stomp away at her, his actions more ferocious now. He drags Jay up and slams her back to the mat with a hip throw, then follows with a fist to the sternum. Not content with one time, Ashton makes sure to do it a few times, then following with more mounted fists. Morgana warns Ashton again, but Ashton gives her lip back, making the pink referee step back a moment.
Ashton drags Jay up once again, but this time backs her into a corner. He pulls her onto the top turnbuckle, then gets her into a front-headlock. He lifts Jay into the air, spinning in a 180-degree twist, then slams her forehead-first into the mat with a quick ABC-DDT!
Ashton slithers onto Jay for a pin. Morgana drops down into a fair position and counts...
...1...2...3!
The bell rings, signaling the end of the match.
Morgana lifts Ashton's arm in the air, getting small applause from the crowd, but Ashton yanks his arm away, still appearing angry as he stomps towards the stairs. He looks to exit up the ramp, but stops, as if he's been contemplating something. Instead of leaving, he returns to the apron and reaches underneath, pulling out a gas can!
Those who remember Ashton's accident at the hands of the Collective start a wary call for Ashton. Corey finally slides into the ring and uncaps the tank, starting to douse Jay with gasoline! Morgana yells at Ashton to stop his fooling-around, but Ashton just ignores Morgana, making sure that he covers every square inch of Jay's unconscious body!
Ashton finally reaches into his trunks to pull out a lighter. The crowd is confused, perhaps even scared at the idea of seeing Jay on fire, but pops huge when, but before Ashton can even do anything, Morgana bounces off the ropes and gives Ashton a tilt-a-whirl headscissors rana to keep him from lighting Jay up!
Morgana swats the lighter out of the ring and starts to roll the gas-covered Jay out of the ring, but Ashton is not happy with things the way they are. He charges back into the ring and clobbers Morgana across the back of the head with a closed fist! The crowd's heat turns on Ashton as he starts to take his aggression out on Morgana with punches to her forehead, then lifts her up and hits another quick ABC-DDT on her!
Ashton's pretty much snapped by now, as he has not let go of Morgana's body. He goes up for a second ABC-DDT, then hits a third! He looks to be ready to hit a fourth, but notices that Morgana's gone limp for now, so he tosses her to the mat with a random Judo throw, looking angry that he wasn't able to get his revenge on Jay the right way.
Turning to the side, he notices the gasoline container, which he picks up, looking at, almost lovingly. Seeing Morgana down, he begins dousing her in the liquid, doing the same as he did to Jay. He looks around, trying to find the lighter to ignite her, not realizing she has kicked it to the floor.
Fortunately for her, this lapse in time allows for a horde of officials, security guards and referees to run down to the ringside area and forcefully drag Corey Ashton to the back. He doesn't go without a fight, either; knocking out a few officials with some punches and belly-to-belly suplexes!
In time, though; they get him restrained and he is dragged to the back, kicking and screaming, while medics tends to Morgana, who is still unconscious and covered in highly flammable gasoline. After several tense minutes, Morgana's neck and head are immobilized as she's slid onto a portable stretcher, and the medics carefully carry her to the back while a stunned crowd looks on.
Winner: Corey Ashton
Ace Rodgers: I'm here in the back, alongside Crux, who had his very first Sin Wrestling matchup tonight. In short, how was it?
Crux: Well, I... well...
Trembling, finding words to say, things don't come easy for Crux.
Ace Rodgers: Err... okay, how about that mask, then? Why are you wearing that?
Crux: Uhm, well...
Before he can finish speaking, he steps back, only to bump into the large, hulking figure of Hell's Keeper, who still has that briefcase of money he won at the previous pay per view.
Ace Rodger: Hell's Keeper... what are you doing here?
With a gruff grunt, Hell's Keeper places his right hand across Crux's neck and then bashes his face off the adjacent wall. Furthermore, he swings Crux around, presses him overhead -- into the air -- and then throws him into a row of chairs, sending them splitting everywhere!
Ace Rodgers: Jesus, what's going on here?!
Hell's Keeper snatches the microphone away from Ace Rodgers, who quickly backs off, not wanting trouble.
Hell's Keeper: Tonight, there's an Ultraviolence Title match between Cameron Blake and Steven Jones... but things have changed.
He picks up his briefcase and slightly pops it open, revealing several rows of money on the inside.
Hell's Keeper: Using $10,000 of this money -- my money, I've cashed in and bought myself a shot, too. I don't need no contendership matches. I want my match... right... now!
Placing his hand on the camera lens, he pushes the cameraman back and walks off, headed towards the entrance area. The final image the camera captures is that of Hell's Keeper walking away, while several officials check on Crux.
"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.
"American Nightmare" by Rob Zombie hits the speakers and Hell's Keeper walks out from the back, headed to the ring to a chorus of boos. He eventually makes his way to ringside, where he slowly enters the ring and waits for his match to occur.
Keeper strides over to Jones and towers over him, staring down at Jones with a sneer. Jones hardly backs away, glaring back up at Keeper. The two don't throw any punches yet, as both await Blake.
The the melodic intro of Linkin Park's "In The End" pulses over the area's P.A. as the lights dim. Humble silence befalls the arena, if only for a moment. Then a ray of light shines down upon the darkened stage to reveal the figure of Cameron Blake, who is much different than before. Clad in a long white trenchcoat and pair of white cargo pants, he lifts his head to gaze out over the sea of fans. He lifts his Ultraviolence Title up wordlessly.
There is a content expression on his face as he heads down the ramp, the ray of light following his progression to the ring. Upon reaching the apron, the lights in the arena go up. Blake stops before the squared circle and bends down to one knee. Lowering his head respectfully, he makes the sign of the cross over his chest before standing and removing his coat. It crumbles to the ground like a fallen shroud and he jumps up onto the apron and climbs through the ropes...
Jones and Keeper stare at Blake, who is now going by the nickname "Arkangel", all according to the announcer. Jones and Keeper, as if waiting for Blake all the time, turn to each other and start to hammer away! Blake hardly waits himself, jumping up to the top turnbuckle and hurtling himself towards the others. Jones gets a lariat to the neck, while Keeper gets the Ultraviolence Title to the face!
"Arkangel" goes to work, tossing his title aside. He decides to work on Keeper first, nailing kicks to the inside of Keeper's knee. He dashes to the ropes and attempts another kick to the knee, only for Keeper to wind up and almost decapitate Arkangel with a right hook!
He goes into a quick pin...
...
...but Jones halts any count with a quick dropkick to Keeper's head.
Hell's Keeper only seems madder from this shot, grabbing at Jones by the shoulders with both hands. He picks the smaller Jones up and tosses him over his shoulder, only for Jones to land on his feet! Jones is ready to line up for a dropkick, but Blake sneaks up behind Jones, arms clasped around his midsection and nailing him with a belly-to-back suplex!
Keeper realizes his position and tries to grab at Arkangel, but Blake is quick to slide out of the ring. Instead of going right back into the ring, Blake starts to take advantage of the rules, reaching under the ring for whatever he can find. He yanks out hockey sticks, buckets, a few kendo sticks, and even a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire!
Keeper keeps an eye on Blake a moment, then lumbers over to Jones. He picks the smaller man up and lifts him into a gorilla press, then drops him down into a heavy DDT!
Right away, Keeper tries for a pin...
...
...but it is again broken before the count can begin, as Blake enters the ring and breaks a goalie stick across Keeper's back!
The big man actually caves a bit from the weapon, and Blake takes over, laying kicks into Keeper's ribcage. His snap is crisper than before, his expression sharper. He slides over to the corner and jumps to the second turnbuckle, twisting around to drive his elbow into Keeper's side. He continues this motion, even getting Keeper onto all fours, the big man grabbing at his ribcage. Arkangel attempts another jump, but Jones charges into the picture all of a sudden, using Keeper's back as a prop and nailing Blake in the chin with a metal bucket!
Jones recovers and starts to work on Keeper as the big man slumps upward. He grabs Keeper's arm and starts to kick at his elbow, but Keeper manages to snap his arm, Irish-Whipping Jones through the ropes! Keeper climbs over the ropes, then hits a leg drop across Jones's neck!
The crowd, obviously pushing for Jones, boos at Keeper, who just sneers at the crowd. Those boos suddenly turn to gasps, as Keeper doesn't realize what Arkangel's been doing. Blake, in what could be considered lunacy, has stripped the bat of its barbed wire and wrapped it about his own body. He leaps off the turnbuckle with a crossbody to Keeper's back, cutting both in the process!
Arkangel just grins with a lopsided smile, somehow operating on adrenaline, as Keeper howls from his cuts. Blake strips the barbed wire off his body, rewrapping it around the bat, then nails it across Jones's head when Stephen finally comes to! Jones bleeds like a stuck pig as Blake slides Jones back into the ring. He sets a bucket on Jones's head and hammers him until he's dizzy. Jones staggers about the ring as Blake climbs the turnbuckles. He lowers his head, hair hiding his eyes, then raises his arms, palms facing the heavens. he comes down with a dropkick, practically caving Jones's head in!
Blake with the pin...
...1...!
The champ tries to retain...
...2...!
...but Keeper's finally back in action, his meaty hand dragging Blake back outside the ring! He holds Blake in a reversed hold, then hits a twisting DDT--"The Gateway!"
Keeper licks his lips as he reenters the ring, making sure he grabs a chair on his way in. Jones can barely move as Keeper opens the chair up. Keeper gets Jones in a standing headscissors, hoists Jones helplessly into the air, then nails a crucifix bomb through the open chair. His "Hell's Powerbomb" connects! he drapes an arm over Jones...
...1...2...3!
The bell rings, and Hell's Keeper stands with the crowd in awe, but still booing at Keeper. The big man slides outside the ring, then smears his bloody hands across the Ultraviolence Title as he's handed his first gold in Sin Wrestling! Keeper grins toothily and marches off, the title over his shoulder.
On the other hand, Cameron Blake finally slides into the ring, his expression shocked as he gets his first loss in Sin. He stands in the center of the ring, panting quietly, then lowers his head, his hair in his eyes again. Steven Jones is crawling for the ropes, bloodied from the fight. Arkangel, however; isn't taking his loss well, as he walks over to Jones, waits a moment, then starts to nail kicks to Jones's ribcage!
The crowd immediately turns on Blake, who has started to light up into Jones with punches. He drags Jones into the center of the ring, then slaps on his sharpshooter finisher, bending Jones's legs to their breaking point! Jones is slapping the mat in agony, all while Blake starts to shout at Jones.
Arkangel: This is all your fault! All your fault! ALL YOUR FAULT!!
Arkangel finally tires of the submission and leaves Jones in the ring, the Bostonian grabbing at his leg. Blake just sneers to himself, whipping his hair out of his eyes, then storming backstage. Jones eventually limps backstage, supported by two referees.
Winner: Hell's Keeper
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.
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, glaring at Carson. Stevie rolls into the ring, giving the crowd no dancing tonight, instead staring wickedly at "The Creep", vengeance clearly on her mind.
Chris Carson steps forward from his corner, and raises his hands in the air, receiving a huge positive response from the crowd. Stevie Swing glances around the ring for a moment, seeming almost concerned about the fury of the fans, before stepping toward the middle of the ring, gesturing for Carson to stop showboating.
The referee calls for the bell, and the two make their way to the middle of the ring! A grapple is made...but no! Swing whips around Carson, quickly flipping him to the mat with a rollup pin attempt!
...1...
...Kickout!
Swing slams her hands to the mat in frustration, clearly looking to steal an early win and get out of this obviously hostile terrain, where she is not welcome. The two are quickly back to their feet, but Carson is surprised with a leaping hurricanrana from Swing! Carson clamps on tight, though, and yanks Swing's weight back up, into a powerbomb position! He falls back, and Swing goes neck-first across the top rope with Carson's patented Guillotine Backdrop!
With the fans completely behind him, Carson rises to his feet, and stalks Stevie Swing, who slowly rises as well, clutching her neck. A stiff punch stuns her, before Carson whips her flat on her back into the middle of the ring with a snap suplex.
For a moment, Carson seems to contemplate a cover, but instead opts to carefully stalk Swing, making an imaginary gun with his hand, and motioning as if to attach the silencer. The fans go ballistic, and the moment Swing lifts herself slightly off the mat, he steps over her, setting up for the Silencer!
...No!
A low blow from Swing, perhaps sensing the danger, sends the Creep staggering back into the corner, clutching his groin. He looks at the referee as if to complain, but the ref shrugs, having a bad angle to see the blow.
Once she's recovered, Stevie leaps at Carson, and clings on his back, with her arms wrapped around his neck and throat. He fights as best he can, swinging his arms and attempting to strike her, but she's just out of reach. Carson slams himself to the corner, which weakens Swing's grip a bit, but she tightens back up, still attempting to choke him out!
Carson stumbles for a moment, under the force of Swing's choke, but he uses the momentum to continue all the way across the ring, where he spins at the last second, to crush Swing behind him against the turnbuckles!
Still, Swing holds on! The crowd takes it up a notch, trying to rally behind Carson, who finally staggers to the middle of the ring, where he gains hold of Swing's hair, and snapmares her to the mat! Carson's still not free, though, as Swing catches the side of his mouth with a fishhook, and claws wildly at his face!
The Creep throws a jab at Swing's face, but she doesn't relent, walloping him straight up with a kick to the head! Carson lets gravity aid him on the way back down, though, and drives a falling fist drop right in between Swing's eyes.
The crowd cheers emphatically, as the two competitors slump to the mat. The Creep seems to revive sooner, though, slowly pushing Swing onto her back and hooking a leg!
...1...
The fans cheer on their hometown hero...
...2...
...
...KICKOUT!
Swing seems to come to just in time, as Carson sits up, shaking his own cobwebs away. The Creep rises, taking a breather as Swing gets to her feet as well, and as soon as Swing staggers upright, he blasts her back with a solid shot to the jaw!
Stevie Swing bounces to the ropes with the force of Carson's shot, and on the rebound gets struck again, Carson swinging from his heels! The crowd goes nuts, as Swing staggers back off the ropes one more time, and Carson's punch sends her flailing, flipping her right over the ropes and outside the ring!
...1...2...3...4...5...
Again wisely taking a breather, The Creep lets the count work against Stevie, who slowly rises from the arena floor.
...6...7...8...
She's only to all fours by the time the referee gets to 8, though, and realizing this, Carson slides outside the ring, breaking the referee's count, to stomp away at her.
With Stevie looking stunned, Carson takes a minute to salute his rabid fans, before yanking Swing by the hair and heading toward a steel post! Swing halts him at the last second, ducking under Carson's grasp, which leaves Carson with a good chunk of Swing's hair in his hands, but nothing else to show for it.
However, out of nowhere, Stevie strikes with "The Last Dance", while on the floor!
The audience dies completely at Swing's desperation shot, as the two competitors lay on the arena floor, looking horrid. The referee continues his count on them.
...1...2...3...4...5...6...
Swing finally gets to her feet, aching considerably, and clutching in pain a patch on her scalp missing hair.
She sneers down at her opponent, who still seems almost completely knocked out. Sliding into the ring, she quickly slides back out, breaking the count!
The fans seem stunned for a moment by the hate shown by the two in this match, unwilling to give their opponent the mercy of a countout loss! They quickly recover just enough to boo the hell out of Stevie Swing, as she holds Carson's hand to the bottom of her boot, before stomping it against the ring steps!
The entire crowd gasps, as Carson contorts in pain, clutching his hand. Swing stalks him like a sick predator; and stomps his hands again and again! She yanks a guardrail out of position, toppling it to the floor, before yanking Carson's hand through the gap in between two of the bars! With a sick smirk to the audience, she stomps the guardrail against the floor, smashing Carson's hand again!
Swing looks about to deliver more injury to Carson when a random fan jumps her from behind, knocking her to the arena floor! The fan is quickly beaten by security and dragged away, but the crowd goes nuts, nearly overwhelming the staff on every side!
The Creep takes advantage of the chaos to slide back into the ring, still on his back, and clutching his hand in agony. Outside the ring, Swing gets to her feet, looking paranoid, when she's narrowly missed by a flying chair from part of the audience!
Looking pissed as all hell, Swing grabs the chair, and slides into the ring! She rises to her feet, only to eat a kick to the abdomen by Carson! He yanks her up, looking for a powerbomb onto the steel chair! Swing spins downward quickly, reversing into a hurracanrana, but Carson throws his weight quickly, desperate to avoid spiking his head on the chair! Swing clips it, however, as Carson is spun to the mat, leaving the two again on their backs, looking like they've been through a war!
The referee begins the count, as the fans begin chanting and cheering mightily for Carson, trying desperately to get him to make it up ahead of Swing.
...1...2...3...4...5...6...7...
Slowly, they both rise at the 7 mark. They stagger together for a grapple, but Swing wisely clamps tight on Carson's mauled hand! He drops to his knees in pain, as the crowd shifts to boo Swing, who sneers in disdain for their opinions.
Keeping her grip tight on his hand, she rears back, and flattens him with a quick low dropkick. The moment he's down, Swing snares his hand between her boots, and quick-hops it into the mat, leaving him twitching and bellowing in pain!
Thinking quickly, Swing clamps on a seated armbar, and as she clinches the hold, puts all her might into contorting and stretching Carson's targetted hand and fingers!
The Creep fights, screaming out against the pain, as the fans chant and cheer, reminding him that he's on friendly ground! It doesn't seem to console him much, as he inches his way, agonizingly slowly, toward the edge of the ring!
Finally, he's got the rope! The referee calls for the hold to be broken, but Swing torques it for all it's worth! The ref counts to five, but Swing's not breaking it! The ref makes a final plea for Swing to break the hold, which she finally does!
The referee promptly becomes the target of random garbage from the fans, for not drawing a harder line on Swing's actions. Nonetheless, Swing simply drags Carson back into the middle of the ring, and clamps the armbar back on! The Creep looks like he simply can't take anymore!
Chris Carson looks just about to pass out from the pain, when he contorts himself, making solid contact with a hard kidney punch to Swing! She seems jolted by the hit, and Carson begins his agonizing crawl again toward the ropes! Swing fights him every step of the way, but he makes it, as the crowd goes wild!
The referee makes the count, as Swing again refuses to break the hold! The referee gets to five, and this time, responds by physically getting in the fray, and yanking Swing off of Carson! Swing looks incredulous as she rises, glaring fiercely at the ref, but is struck from behind, another low back punch beneath the ribs from Carson!
Swing slumps to her knees, wincing in pain, as Carson stands above and behind her, glaring down triumphantly, before yanking her head back by the hair, and hammering elbow after elbow into her forehead! She is quickly busted open, and the fans can't seem to get enough of her blood! With an almost casual boot to the side of the head, Carson sends her crumpling to all fours, as he turns to lean over the rope, getting the entire crowd on their feet!
The cheers quickly turn on him, though, as the crowd gives him a heads-up! He turns, ducking instinctively, as Swing's shot with the chair that was left in the ring misses completely! Carson yanks her down with an old school, schoolboy rollup, before she's even dropped the chair!
...1...
The fans count with the revived referee...
...2...
His hand hits for a second time...
...
...3!
The fans rise to their feet once the pinfall is finished, giving Chris Carson a grand, hometown ovation! Standing up, victorious, he raises his hands in the air, while Stevie Swing flicks the chair she was holding to the floor, narrowly missing a ringside fan.
Sliding out of the ring, she huffs and puffs, angrily storming to the back, with something on her mind, out of the ringside area, way before Chris Carson can put another eye on her.
Even so, Chris Carson remains inside the ring, holding the chair Stevie Swing tried using above his head, listening to the howls of affection from his hometown fans! Continuing to soak up the applause, he walks all around the ring, saluting each side, even going as far as to sign autographs for various people in the first few rows. Winner: Chris Carson
Corey Ashton: Do you know who I am?! I'm Corey Ashton! From the infamous "Ashton" family! Corey friggin' Ashton... and...
Corey Page: ...and you're suspended for one week!
The Sin Wrestling owner, Corey Page, steps into view, trying to halt the carnage in the backstage area.
Corey Page: For the damage and insanity you've unloaded here tonight, you're getting suspended for the next card! You hear me?!
Corey Ashton: what the fuck?! You can't do this!
Corey Ashton nearly snaps, as he vaults towards Corey Page, with rage in his eyes.
Corey Ashton: I'm motherfuckin' Corey Ashton! How dare you suspend me!
Just as he goes to attack Corey Page, about a dozen officials tackle Corey Ashton and begin dragging him away, kicking and screaming.
Corey Page: You just can't go beating up whomever you like, smashing whatever you like! Learn to control yourself!
Corey Ashton: I'm Corey freakin' Ashton, nigga! I can do whatever I want! I'll smash Morgana... Jay... every whore! You didn't stop anyone from setting me on fire, you son of a--...
The officials finally drag Corey Ashton off, while Corey Page can only shrug, looking disappointed at the mess that has been created. He speaks to another employee.
Corey Page: We're going to have to take the cost for damage out of his neck paycheck.
Official: Uh huh.
The camera pans away, showing the damage that has been done. Let's not forget about the damage done to Jay and Morgana.
Vroom!
Confusion sets in, as he looks around, wondering what the fuck.
Vroom!
Chris Carson: Who the...--
Driving into the scene is Casanova, who is riding a zamboni. He has the World Title hung over his right shoulder, as he snickers at "The Creep". He points at a television set.
Casanova: Hey, shitstain, isn't that your house on TV?
Gritting his teeth, Chris Carson looks harshly at his nemesis.
Chris Carson: What do you want, you piece of shit?
Casanova: Your ugly house is on TV -- and it's burning down!
From atop the zamboni, Casanova chuckles at Chris Carson's expense.
Casanova: I think you should run off and find a sprinkler and put that shit out.
True to Casanova's words, Chris Carson's house is on TV -- and it IS on fire! Shock and horror fills "The Creep"'s eyes as he looks at the monitor.
Chris Carson: Junior...!
Running past the zamboni, he pushes his way through various officials, and runs to his residence, which has apparently been set ablaze.
Casanova: Hah, that fucker got what's coming to him.
Giving a little "toot" on the zamboni horn, Casanova drives off, headed towards the entrance section.
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.
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.
For the first time since being the final two at the Ultimate Survival Match, Casanova and Sebastian York meet in the ring, where they begin circling each other. Sizing the other up, both competitors look for an opening, with Casanova making faux-attempts at attacking York, using some mind games against him.
Despite this false movement, Sebastian York doesn't flinch. As a matter of fact, he calmly awaits Casanova to finally come towards him. Once he does, he strikes with a punch to the face, following that up with some chops to the chest.
Casanova calmly laughs at these shots, though. Instead, he fires back with some punches of his own, nailing York upside the skull.
But then York strikes with punches of his own...
...only to have Casanova return with some forearms...
It's safe to say that we've begun things with a total brawl, as each man exchanges various blows. Eventually, Sebastian York comes out on top with these shots, knocking Casanova into the corner, much to the joy of the fans! Grabbing Casanova's arm, York whips him across the ring, into the opposite corner...
Following in, Sebastian York misses his chance at an avalanche clothesline, as Casanova uses the ropes to push himself up-and-over an incoming York. Landing behind the challenger, he goes for a German suplex, only to find it unsuccessful, as York holds onto the top rope, negating the attempt!
Alternatively, York nails Casanova in the face with some elbows, which aides him in escaping Casanova's waistlock. Furthermore, Sebastian York body-scissor sweeps Casanova, taking him down, allowing him to crawl atop him and start hammering him with punches and elbows, much to the delight of the fans!
Flustered, Casanova uses his knees and feet to kick York off him, using this lapse to roll to the floor. He doesn't have long to wait until Sebastian is chasing after him, though. Hopping to the outside, Sebastian York hurries after Casanova, who races around the ring, motioning around two of the corners and then slides inside. Of course, Sebastian York follows him in, sliding in, as well... only to have Casanova jump up and begin furiously stomping and kicking at the back of his head!
Lifting York up, Casanova uses his right fist to repeatedly jab against York's face, wanting to beat him silly. Knocked against the ropes, Sebastian York is quickly whipped out, with Casanova also bouncing off the opposite rope. Together, they charge at each other like two roaring trains, with Casanova nailing a bicycle kick to York's chest, pushing him back against the ropes!
Returing back to the attack, Casanova nails a quick palm thrust to York's sternum and whips him across the ring again. This time, Casanova catches him on the rebound with a side-slam, dropping York onto the canvas!
Casanova makes the cover, hoping for the best...
...1...
Obviously, Sebastian York kicks out! Casanova will have to do a lot more to put York away. Not only does he have the desire for the title; but he also has his career on the line.
Angry, Casanova stands up, lifting York up with him. Clubbing him across the neck with a double-axehandle, he focuses on trying to knock him silly. Applying a cravate, he even tries wearing down York, working on both his head and neck area. This hold brings York down to a single-knee position, with the fans soon rallying behind him, giving a "Let's go York!" chant.
With his energy wavering, the chanting of the fans helps him to get to a standing base, where he soon sends some elbows into the ribcage of Casanova, who does his best to keep the hold latched on. Nailing some knees to York, while having the cravate applied, Casanova goes for a cravate-suplex... but York is able to safely land on his feet!
Not liking this, Casanova kicks Sebastian in the gut and pulls him in with a standing headscissors. Quickly, he rolls York onto his shoulders, placing him into a powerbomb position, which Sebastian uses his momentum to slip out of! Landing on his feet, he goes to deliver a kick of his own to Casanova, who halts the foot by clinging onto it. Spinning York around, Casanova is taken aback when he is struck with a spin-wheel kick, taking him completely off his feet!
After that surprising blow, Casanova sits up, trying to comprehend what just occured. Unfortunately, he's unable to regain his strength, as York strides in, hitting a sit-down dropkick to Casanova's face, catching him completely off-guard.
Getting up, York shakes the previous damage off, while holding his neck/head, and watches as Casanova also goes to rise. Striking with a quick kneelift, York follows this up by kicking Casanova into the corner and whipping him across the ring.
Just like last time, the World Champ vaults himself into the air, expecting to go up-and-over York... but his expectations are clearly wrong. Instead, York stops a few feet in front of the buckles, thus watching Casanova push himself into the air and land on his feet, with his back facing him. Not needing to think twice, Sebastian York wraps both hands around Casanova's waist and release German suplexes him, dropping him headfirst onto the canvas, sending the crowd into a frenzy!
With the fans firmly behind him, Sebastian York walks towards Casanova's legs. Grabbing his feet, he lifts his legs and prepares to go for the sharpshooter... but Casanova reaches up and inside-cradles him, grabbing a handful of tights, in the process...!
The referee sees this pinfall and starts his count...!
...1...2...
One... two... will Sebastian York's career in SW come to an end, thanks to a handful of tights...?!
...
...No!
Sebastian York is able to kickout at just the perfect time!
Popping up, Sebastian wastes no time in going back at Casanova, making sure to keep him down with a running-kick to the face, placing him on his back. Delivering two stomps, he soon drags Casanova up and wails at him with some chops that keep him against the ropes. Blasting himself across the opposite set of ropes, Sebastian York hustles back, moving at top speed towards Casanova...
...only to have Casanova duck down and try to backdrop him from inside the ring to the outside!
Luckily for York, he's able to contort his body in mid-air and safely land on the outer portion of the apron! Grabbing onto Casanova, he attempts to suplex him to the floor, but Cas fights back, hammering him with a stiff forearm to the face!
Stepping out alongside Sebastian York, Casanova gives him some futile knife-edge chops to the chest, which leave a red mark across his chest. When Sebastian goes to fire back with an overhand shot of his own, Casanova uses the ropes to move to the side and dangle halfway off the apron. From here, he knees Sebastian and then hoists him upside-down on his shoulder... delivering an Air Raid Crash from the apron all the way out to the floor!
The fans are stunned, believing that Sebastian York is done for. That doesn't stop Casanova from relenting, though. After driving York into the floor, he is back up, kicking and stomping at him and he throws him violently into the ring steps, resulting in Sebastian flipping up and over them!
Hungry and wanting to dish out more punishment, Casanova shows much haste in following after Sebastian York, devilishly lifting back to a standing base, only to smash his face into the steel ring steps... and then into the steel ring post! Blood trickles from Sebastian's forehead, as Casanova scoops him up and slams him onto the floor, deciding to sit him next to the steps, with his head laying against them, blood pouring out of him.
Licking his lips at the sight of the crimson liquid, Casanova takes several steps back, retreating so that he can get a good view of his fallen opponent. With much gusto, Casanova stampedes forward, delivering a devastating running-kick to the side of Sebastian York's forehead, jamming his bloody face into the side of the steel ring steps!
Seconds later, he lifts York up, not giving him a chance to recover. Jabbing his fingers into York's wound, he tries ripping it open, getting blood all over his hand, which he uses to wipe York's blood on his chest, decorating himself, as if he's wearing warpaint. To go a step further, Casanova even smashes York's face off the ring apron, dragging his face across the canvas, leaving behind a sickening, crimson trail of blood!
Rolling York inside, Casanova takes some time to argue with the fans, before climbing onto the apron. Next, he begins climbing to the top rope, watching Sebastian slowly begin to stir on the mat. His ascent is far too long, though; as a bloody Sebastian York takes a deep breath, lurches to his feet and leaps towards the corner, pushing Casanova off the top turnbuckle! As a result, Casanova goes flying, officially crotching himself on the top rope, making the fans stand to their feet in copious joy!
The men watching the match may flinch, but Sebastian York uses this time to get to a standing base, race into the nearest corner and jump onto the adjacent middle rope. Springing back, he perfects a back springboard-clothesline, sending Casanova flipping off the ropes, vaulting him all the way to the outside, where he takes a complete 360 degree pancaking onto the floor!
Aghast, the fans are on their feet, showing their support of Sebastian York, who has put everything on the line tonight. Their cheers grow as York staggers to his feet, wiping some of his blood out of his eyes, trying to fix his vision. When he notices Casanova, the World Champ, slowly rise on the floor, he knows it's time to turn things up another notch.
He runs, bounces off the furthest set of ropes and charges towards the ropes closest to Casanova. Using his leg strength, he somersaults over the top rope, taking Casanova out with a tope con hilo!
On their feet, the fans vehemently cheer for Sebastian, who still has blood trickling down his face, slightly slowing him down. When he stands, he notices a dazed Casanova attempting to stand, striking him with a stiff kick to the temple, keeping him on his knees. In a second, he has Casanova back on his feet and then quickly brings him down with a fast snap-suplex on the floor!
With a handful of hair, he picks the champion up, opting to give him a taste of his own medicine by bashing his skull off the steel steps. Unlike York, though; Casanova's thick skin is unable to be sliced open, so York resorts to rolling him back inside. Sliding back inside, he follows after Casanova, not wanting to give him a moment's rest.
Inside the ring, he hoists the champ up... only to be surprised with a lowblow to York!
Hunched over, York falls to his knees, holding his crotch, giving Casanova ample time to rise, shrugging off the damage.
Like a vulture, he hovers around a fallen Television Champ, who still holds his midsection, in pain. Standing over York, he twists his head/neck, giving some elbows to the top of his skull. Still in this position, Casanova viciously tears at the wound on York's forehead, gleefully watching as the blood spills down his face, onto his chest and onto the canvas.
Picking York up, he throws him into the corner and charges in, hitting a running clothesline! As York awkwardly stumbles out, he is struck with a kick to the gut, followed by Casanova pulling him into a standing headscissors position...
He goes for a double-underhook spike-piledriver...!
...but, at the last second, has Sebastian York realizes his predicament! Hunched over, York pushes Casanova into the opposing corner, smashing him against the turnbuckles, where he quickly snaps a European uppercut into the World Champ's face!
Landing another uppercut, Sebastian swings around, hoping to add more behind his next punch. Unfortunately for him, Casanova blocks the shot and then double-legsweeps him. Right away, the World Champ jack-knifes both of York's legs and places his own feet on the middle rope, looking for the cover!
Not seeing this blatant cheating, the referee begins his count, with the fans looking on, horrified...
...1...
At one, Sebastian tries to kickout, but to no avail...
...2...
At two, it's still no good...
...
Nano-seconds before the referee's hand strikes the canvas for a third time, Sebastian York pops out of the pinfall, thereby continuing the match and keeping his career alive!
A wave of relief flushes over the fans, but that doesn't mean Casanova is done with York. After glaring at the referee, demanding a faster count, Casanova catches York with a knee to the face, surprising him!
Backed against the ropes, Sebastian York is whipped across the ring, into the opposite set of ropes. Casanova bounces off the original set of ropes, too. Both men charge toward each other... and both men attempt a crossbody... therefore, they collide in mid-air!
Like two automobiles crashing head-on, they plummet to the ground, twisted around each other, in obvious pain! They remain on the canvas, neither man moving, with the fans cheering for Sebastian, wanting him to put a quick end to Casanova's reign.
The first to show signs of life is actually Casanova, who sits up, looking over his shoulder at Sebastian York, who is taking longer to stir. As he slowly stands, he kicks York in the back of his head, continuing to wear his head/neck region down, hoping to wear him down enough until he is in prime position for "Destiny Calling".
Lifting York up, Casanova hoists him into a back-suplex position, holding him there for a few seconds. In the meantime, Casanova swings his free, right arm around, using it to clothesline Sebastian whilst in mid-air, dangerously dropping him back to the canvas!
Thinking he has the match won, he makes a slow cover...
...1...2...
Much to the joy of the fans, Sebastian York kicks out, sending them into a frenzy, knowing that this match continues.
Annoyed by this, Casanova grabs York by the hair, lifts him up and knees him in the face. Wrapping his hands around Sebastian's neck, Casanova throttles him, choking him and hoists him into the air. In a normal match, Casanova would send his opponent flying to the outside; but things are different. In this case, he turns towards the corner, rushes in and heaves him against the turnbuckles, where he smashes against them, almost giving him whiplash!
Jogging in, Casanova connects with a running-knee to the gut and then steps back once again. Moving into the opposite corner, he goes full-speed ahead towards York. Ducking down, he hopes to nail a charging shoulderblock to his opponent, but York sees it coming.
In a bout of quick thinking, Sebastian York uses the ropes to push his legs upward, further using his limbs to sunset-flip over Casanova and roll him up, his legs holding down his shoulders...!
The referee counts in favor of Sebastian York, now...
...1...2...
The fans count along, hoping for the best...
...
...but Casanova kicks out!
Rolling back up to his feet, Casanova is quick to make sure Sebastian doesn't capitalize any further, nailing him with a crippling running Yakuza Kick to the front of Sebastian York's face! This monstrous kick sends him sprawling into the corner, where he takes a harsh seat against the middle and bottom ropes, blood spilling from his forehead!
With anger boiling in his veins, the World Champ pulls the champ up and then sits him on the top turnbuckle pad. Soon enough, Casanova punches York with an uppercut and then climbs up alongside him. Grabbing both of Sebastian's arms, interlocking his own arms with his, he attempts an arm-trapped belly-to-belly superplex... but York firmly wraps his legs around the top rope.
The fans are thankful for this, as they continue to cheer him on, happy to see him fight back by delivering some headbutts to Casanova, while atop the top rope. Not one to take the damage, Casanova soon fires back with some rapid headbutts of his own, smudging York's blood across his forehead.
With blood spilling from his forehead, Sebastian York now delivers some more of his own headbutts!
Casanova quickly responds with some headbutts of his own!
Eventually, these two go strike-for-strike, butting heads, trying to come out on top. Eventually, it's Sebastian York that temporarily dazes Casanova, allowing him to free his arms and hands...!
Sunset-flipping over Casanova, Sebastian York slides through and delivers a snap-powerbomb to the World Champion, even rolling him up, pinning him to the mat! The fans immediately jump to their feet, expecting a new champion to be crowned!
...1...
Again, they count along...
...2...
The referee's hand swats the mat for a second time...
The Crowd: Thr...---
No! Casanova kicks out! The referee is just about to slap his hand off the canvas for the third time, which would give Sebastian York the victory and the World Title! It's all no good, though!
Shocked, Sebastian York holds his hands on his head, trying hard to believe how close he came to the SW World Title. He stands up, taking Casanova up with him, apparently looking to hit "The Hunger". However, as he corkscrews around, Casanova is able to slip to safety. Standing on his own two feet, Casanova instantly wallops him with a big boot to the chest and then pulls him back into a standing headscissors...
Blam!
Double-underhooking Sebastian York, Casanova hoists him up and then drops him down with a spike-piledriver! This move has put others away, but will it work this time?!
...1...
The crowd trembles with trepidation, realizing the risk Sebastian York has made.
...2...
They feel the end is near for York...
...
...No! They're wrong! And with a sigh of relief, they jump to their feet, cheering with abandon as Sebastian York miraculously kicks out!
Casanova is pissed, so he slaps his hands off the canvas and lifts York up again. Using a quick forearm, Casanova knocks Sebastian York into the ropes, attempting to catch him on the rebound with "Destiny Calling". However, Sebastian York slips away from the hold, catches Casanova by surprise with a kick to the stomach and then nails "The Hunger"!
The twist is completed, so is the suplex and the bridge! All that's left is for the referee to make the cover...!
...1...
Just like before, the fans count along, thinking the match is over!
...2...
They're at two...!
...
...Except Casanova again kicks out!
A loud sigh reverberates around the hockey arena, as the fans see one of their hated performers kick out from the move belonging to one of their beloved! Thus, this match goes on, with York's job on the line, while Casanova's title is at stake.
Pulling himself to his feet, trying to stay afloat, despite the sudden burst of energy surging through him, and the blood exiting his wound, Sebastian York uses the ropes to stand. Eyeing Casanova over his right shoulder, he juts toward him, extending his right leg for a superkick...!
...Casanova ducks it!
Alternatively, Casanova tries for a boot of his own, aiming it at York's bloody skull...
...but that's ducked, as well!
From behind, Sebastian York lifts Casanova onto his shoulders, holding him into a Torture Rack position, the setup for "Made For TV"! Aware of this, Casanova begins rapidly smashing his elbow into the side of Sebastian York's head, dizzying him, allowing him to wiggle his way back to his feet. With York dazed, this allows for him to bounce off the adjacent set of ropes and returns with "Something Wicked", absolutely stiffing York!
Sebastian falls down and so does Casanova, who literally collapses onto him. He hooks a leg...
...1...2...
At the count of two, Sebastian York places his right foot on the bottom rope, halting the count!
Stunned, an exasperated Casanova stomps to his feet and gets in the referee's face, yelling some words of discontent at him. Pushing the referee aside, which actually gets him a warning, Casanova turns his attention back to York, who is still on the canvas, holding his bloodied face.
Bending over, Casanova grabs York's wrists and lifts him a little off the canvas. In a matter of seconds, Casanova is blasting his foot off the front of York's face, trying to stomp his skull into oblivion, doing the exact same thing he did to "The Creep" Chris Carson at Illusions 2008. During this brutal beatdown, though; York is able to reach up with his legs and wrap them around Casanova's head. Within seconds, roles have been reversed and the World Champion is trapped in a Triangle Chokehold, with the challenger trying for a submission!
Bloodied, Sebastian York refuses to release the hold, dragging Casanova down to the canvas, where the referee checks on his status. There's no quit from Casanova, however; as he fights through the cheers for York, getting to a kneeling position. It isn't until he grabs a handful of York's testicles, clawing at them, that he finds an opening.
With York's legs still wrapped around his head, Casanova rises, shrugging off the submission. Eventually, he is back up to a standing position and is hoisting York up into a powerbomb position... but York turns it into a hurricanrana, flipping Casanova and getting the pinfall!
As usual, the referee counts...!
...1...2...
...
No! Casanova kicks out!
Slowly, they rise to their feet, with Casanova the first to stand. Right away, he charges towards York, looking for a lariat, but it gets ducked. Sebastian York immediately spins around, kicks Casanova in the gut and hoists him onto his shoulders, for the second time tonight!
Attempting the "Made For TV", York swings Casanova up... only to have the World Champ land on his feet. Showing true survivalism, Casanova grabs onto York's arm and pulls him near, looking for "Destiny Calling"...!
...No...!
At the last second, York pushes Casanova away, lifts him back onto his shoulders... and hits "Made For TV"! He makes the cover, with the crowd going nuts!
...1...
In what feels like an eternity, the first count is made...
...2...
...then the second...
...
Everyone's on their feet, expecting the end...
....3!
Casanova kicks out! But it's far too late! The pinfall has been made!
He does it! Sebastian York has done it! He has won the World Title, overcoming all obstacles thrown at him. From the Impulse Title, to the Ultraviolence Title, Television Title... and now the World Title!
The crowd is erupting in cheers; streamers are shooting out from everywhere. Sebastian York has climbed to the top of Sin Wrestling, sitting at the throne, with his newfound title. Casanova's kickout didn't occur in time, resulting in him losing the title.
Absolutely livid, Casanova sits up, expressing rage at the referee, whom he violently attacks, getting a myriad of jeers. This beating continues all the way to the back, leaving Sebastian York alone in the ring, holding the World Title in the air, being joined by an influx of Sin Wrestling fans inside the ring.
What a way to start 2009!
Winner: Sebastian York
Chris Carson: They're inside! Let me in! Where are they?!
Horrified shouts come from "The Creep", who tries pushing his way past the security. It fails; and he's left to watch flames shoot out of his house. Who's the culprit? What about his ex-wife and Chris, Jr.?
You'll have to see at the next show.
The final shot is that of a split-screen of Sebastian York celebrating his title win, while "The Creep"'s house is on fire.
Fade out.