Event Date: Sunday, January 25th, 2009
Theme Song: Strung Out - "Bring Out Your Dead"
Once the black, private jet comes to a complete stop, the doors open up and stairs unfold outward. Sin Wrestling's World Champion, Sebastian York, steps to the top of the stairs with the world title slung over his shoulder. As he climbs down the stairs, he is greeted on the ground by an angry airport worker.
Airport worker: Man, what in the hell do you think you're doing?! You can't land your damn jet here!
Sebastian York: Oh, really? Well, I just did!
Airport Worker: Sir, you're gonna have to do something with this jet! It cannot stay here!
Sebastian York: You know what, I'm so sick of people telling me what I can and cannot do. It's obvious that you didn't get the memo.
Airport Worker: And what memo was that?
Sebastian holds the title up to the mans face and points to it with a huge smile.
Sebastian York: I'm running the show now.
Sebastian pats the man on the shoulder and then pushes past him and heads towards the airport, getting a loud applause from the nearby fans.
The image fades out and tonight's show is about to get underway...
Vanilla Ninja's "Dangerzone" plays, as Trish Newborn steps through the curtain, and heads toward the ring, slapping hands with any fan within reach. The audience gets behind her a bit, but still appears not to have made up their mind decisively one way or another.
Jones and Newborn eye each other warily from their respective corners, before the referee calls for the bell. They appear at an impasse, perhaps neither wanting to make the first move, when Jones steps toward the center, extending his hand. Trish seems reluctant, wary of a set-up, but shakes his hand eventually, which gets a smatter of applause from the fans for the good sportsmanship.
Circling each other, the two begin to start looking for an opening, as Jones lunges repeatedly for grapples, but is dodged by Trish each time. Jones finally gets hold of Trish, clamping on a headlock, but Trish writhes free, and shoves Jones to the ropes.
Jones rebounds, throwing a clothesline toward Trish, who ducks, and plants a heel kick to the back of Jones' head! He drops hard, as Trish goes for a cover.
...1...
...No!
Jones feverishly kicks out, and scrambles back to his feet, only momentarily halted by the kick. He's immediately tripped up with a leg sweep, and Trish follows up with a single leg Boston crab!
The hold doesn't last for long, though; as Jones simply overpowers Trish and kicks her away. Before he can rise, she lunges back at him, landing a double knee drop across his face and neck!
Knowing he won't be down for long, Newborn makes her way to the corner, and climbs atop the turnbuckles! The crowd gets to their feet with anticipation! Steven Jones finally rises...and catches a full cross body from way up high! Trish holds her position for the cover!
...1...2...
...No...!
This time, Steven Jones gets a shoulder up, as a portion of the crowd, seemingly in his corner, cheers. He rises, groggy, and aided by Trish, who promptly whips him to the ropes! With such a size advantage, Jones quickly reverses, and Trish flies to the ropes instead!
On the rebound, Trish whips herself around behind Steven Jones, latching on to a crucifix position! She attempts to roll back, pulling Jones into a pinning position, but again with her size disadvantage, she simply can't bring Jones down! Jones instead controls the fall, slamming to his back hard, turning Trish's attempted crucifix into a lower-held Samoan drop!
Jones with the cover!
...1...
Kickout for Trish! Steven Jones crushed her hard to the mat, but Trish isn't done with either!
Standing, he brings the pain by yanking Trish quickly back to her feet, and smashing knee strikes into her head and face!
The audience seems somewhat put off by this, but Jones gestures to them, shrugging, as if to ask what he's supposed to be doing. He throws her to the ropes, and quickly follows, blasting Trish and himself powerfully over the top rope with a high roundhouse kick.
Jones seems to lose some momentum on the landing, however, as he appears to land hard and awkwardly on his side, while Trish, in spite of taking that ferocious kick, hits with her feet first, and tumbles much less stiffly to the floor.
The two get to their feet about at the same time, and Jones charges at Trish, looking to annihilate her with another MMA style blow. Instead, Trish ducks at the last minute, but grabs Jones as she moves, pushing even more force into his momentum, which drives him hard into the ring steps! He crashes with a harsh clang, which leaves him stunned on his feet. Trish quickly maneuvers around him, and drops him again into the steps with a DDT!
In time, Jones slumps against the corner, looking almost completely out of it, as Trish shoves him back into the ring under the bottom rope. He rolls in, slowly crawling to all fours, when Trish vaults from the apron, over the ropes, and onto him with a legdrop across his back!
Trish seems to size Jones up as he slowly rises, still a bit glazed over in his eyes, before she leaps to the ropes and springs back at him, blasting him back to the mat with her trademark Air Trish kick! She appears to contemplate a cover, but decides against! She helps Jones to his feet...only to set up and drive him back to the mat hard with the Californian Kiss! She goes for the cover! ...1...2...3!
The referee calls for the bell and raises Trish's arm in victory, while her music begins to play. She bounces on the ropes, celebrating her successful debut match in Sin Wrestling, as the audience appears to finally be completely behind her, cheering wildly.
Winner: Trish Newborn
...What the fuck?
Uno: El gato dos gordita~!
The always on the case Ace Rodgers pops into view almost immediately and approaches Uno with worried tension.
Ace Rodgers: What the hell, man? I thought you were dead! What are you doing alive?
Uno: Que?
Ace shakes his head and curses underneath his breath.
Ace Rodgers: Don’t start that. I’m pretty sure you killed yourself in prison!
Uno: I have a penis like a tube of tennis balls.
Uno’s dialect and accent interestingly shifts to that of a Caucasian.
Ace Rodgers: Screw it. I’ll find out who you really are right now!
Ace, filled with nerdy courage and Red Bull, reaches up and attempts to unmask Uno! Uno quickly swats Ace’s hand away and follows up with a backhand smack to the side of Ace’s cheek. Ace staggers clumsily back into the wall and holds his face, in shock.
Ace Rodgers: Hah! I know hookers that smack me harder than that!
Uno raises his hand up in Ace’s direction once again, but this time Sin Wrestling’s resident geek screams like a girl and runs away.
Uno: Idiot.
We cut away this absurdity pretty quickly.
Fans cheer him more from a distance, but he's unresponsive as he carries his duffel bag, his eyes never lifting. It's as if his depression alone is keeping the fans away. All except for...
Ace Rodgers: Carson! Hey, Carson!
Carson just stops in place while Ace waltzes up to Carson with a cameraman and a microphone. Ace seems rather giddy actually.
Ace Rodgers: Carson, are you okay? Are you here to kick some ass for what happened last week?
Carson's head doesn't lift. Ace just hops in place like a puppy.
Ace Rodgers: Well? Are ya are ya huh huh?
Carson finally puts his bag down as Ace shoves the microphone closer...
Chris Carson: ...
Ace Rodgers: Well?
Chris Carson: No.
Ace Rodgers: Say wha wha?
Ace frowns a little, then seems to want to laugh it off while Carson looks to pick his bag up again.
Ace Rodgers: Come on now. You hunted down Cas last time for...uh...well, you know what he did.
Chris Carson: ...
Ace Rodgers: And...and when Mike Phantasy threatened your wife years ago, you snapped! You remember that, right?
Chris Carson: ...
Ace seems to look a little bummed and whines like a kid.
Ace Rodgers: Come on, Carson. You always hunt your opponents down. Don't you want to find the person who burned your house down and...well...hospitalized your family?
Carson finally lifts his head to look at Ace, looking more hurt than mean.
Chris Carson: I just want to come here, get paid, and go home. I need to pay for Junior's medical bills. So just...let me go, Ace...
Carson lowers his head again and starts to walk away, only for footsteps to tag the ground behind him. Carson falls like a bag of hammers when Casanova clocks him in the back of the head!
Casanova: How was the barbecue last week, Carson?! It's too bad I wasn't there for the display!
Carson crumbles to the ground as Casanova continues to beat the living tar out of him. The vamp stomps a hole in Carson's stomach, only to finally be escorted away from Carson by NSA officers and airport employees.
Casanova: There! Three time's the charm, Creep! I'm done with you, you fucker!
After Casanova makes his departure, Ace helps the cameraman swing towards Carson. Carson, however, takes a moment to recover, then slides to his knees, coughing blood. He groans as he stands up, his head still bowed.
Ace Rodgers: Come on, Creep! Go after him!
Carson just shakes his head again.
Chris Carson: He's right. He's done with me. I can't beat him. I'm just here to take a beating and go back to Boston...
Carson walks away from the interview, leaving Ace befuddled.
Round 1
"This is the Renaissance" echoes throughout the arena. Q-Tip's "Move" hits the speakers and "rain" falls from the bottom of the SW-Tron. Tj Jones walks out from the back a smile on his face as he walks right through the water. He walks to the ringside area, stopping occasionally to slap fans hands and the like. He rolls into the ring, posing on the middle rope for the crowd. He hops off the middle rope, ready for his match to begin.
The referee signals for the bell, but TJ decides to flaunt his style first. He slides out of the ring and slaps hands with a few fans first, despite the referee already going into a slow ten-count. Jay decides to go straight for the jugular and bounces off the far ropes, launching herself over the top rope with a diving headbutt that surprises Jones!
While she manages to hit her first attack, Jay pauses and rubs her head, still a little dizzy. She manages to kick at Jones a few times, then rolls into the ring to stop the ten-count. Jones is soon up again, rolling into the ring after Jay.
Jay goes for a high kick to Jones once he's back to his feet, only to completely miss, as TJ has bent back, one hand on the mat. With Jay spun around, he straightens back up and nails a snap kick to Jay's back, bringing her down to a knee. With Jay at the right level, TJ leaves his feet and hits a "gamengiri" kick to Jay's chin!
TJ takes his shot at a quick pin...
...1...!
Jay manages to slither her shoulder up, although she's still holding her forehead from the kick. TJ stands behind Jay, brings her up to her feet, then plants her again with a lungblower to her back!
TJ seems to have the right idea, and he bounces off the rope to tumble to the mat, a Koppou kick to the top of Jay's head. He takes a moment to grin and point to the fans, more in a groove than anything. After getting a real good look at jay sprawled out on the ground, he slides over for a pin...
...
...but even through her fog, Jay attempts a sudden reversal!
...1...2...!
Thankfully, TJ is able to kick out right at the two-count, realizing he almost let Jay sneak a cradle on him.!
Red-faced, Jones looks a little more embarrassed than anything, but gets to his feet with a little more focus. He sneaks up on Jay once again, Jay getting to her feet with another tipsy rise, but Jones snatches Jay from behind and whips her over his head in a clutch German suplex, not letting go of the first slam.
With Jay rattled, TJ brings her back up, then pauses to grab Jay right in the balloons, obviously planning to do this the entire time. The crowd hollers in approval, and before Jay can protest, Jones lifts Jay up, then drops her with a quick twisting cutter--his "Revolution 909" finisher!
TJ crawls over for the pin...
...1...2....3!
The bell rings, and TJ Jones advances in the Television Title Tournament!
Tj makes his way to his feet, looking down at Jay. He points at her, and then at himself, and then taps his temple. With a wink and a grin, Tj exits the ring leaving Jay in it, stunned.
Tj backs up the ramp, smiling as the camera shows Jay in the ring, looking defeated... only to be attacked by someone dressed as former SW wrestler, Uno!
"Uno" beats down Jay, kicking and stomping her, even belly-to-belly suplexing her! Ripping off the Uno mask, the person reveals himself as... Corey Ashton, who has snuck into the building, despite being suspended! Right away, he locks an ankle lock onto Jay, trying to break her ankle and heel, screaming and yelling at her, much like how he did to Morgana, last week!
A flurry of officials soon flood the ring, dragging him to the back, but not without him decking some referees, knocking them over. Finally, after some time, they pull him to the back, leaving a wave of chaos behind.
Winner: Tj Jones
Suddenly, someone else steps into view. It's a newcomer to Sin Wrestling -- a trench coat wearing man, known as Jackson.
Jackson: Pssst... hey... hey, good sir.
"The Creep" pulls his hair out of his face and looks up at the visitor, giving him an awkward glare.
Jackson: I can help you in finding the miscreant that burnt your house to the ground. How about it?!
Remaining silent, Carson gets to his feet, pulling his hair out of his eyes, yet again. With an ominous tone, he spokes up, very annoyed.
Chris Carson: Get the hell out!
He points to the door, making Jackson appear glum.
Jackson: Well, fine! Don't say I didn't ask!
Shrugging his shoulders, Jackson walks out of "The Creep"'s dressing room, looking dejected, while Chris Carson sits back down, thinking about things.
Beethoven Virus plays on the speakers and Jackson appears at the top of the stage, wrapped in a tight trench coat. He strolls towards the ring at a casual pace, easily eyeing up the crowd, as he walks up and slides into the ring, where he removes off his trench coat by hurling it into the corner.
The bell rings, as the crowd seems somewhat muted, responding somewhat more to Tiago, with a match already under his belt in Sin Wrestling, than to Jackson, who seems entirely fresh to them.
And enigmatic, too. The audience doesn't seem to know what to make of the slight-built detective, who steps right up to Don Tiago, who towers over him. Jackson gives him a hearty shove, starting off the match, to which Tiago responds with a shove that flings Jackson right across the ring.
This hardly stops the underdog, who gets right to his feet, and goes wild, flinging Ol' Lefty and Righty into Tiago with near reckless abandon! The bigger man seems stunned for a moment, clearly caught off guard as he's backed into the corner. He regains his composure quickly, however; again throwing off the smaller Jackson, and this time, charging after him, as well!
Jackson quickly slides out of the ring, clearly knowing he won't be the better one off in that collision. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he slides back in, and moves for a grapple with Tiago.
Don Tiago welcomes the grappling chance, quickly using his strength advantage to clamp Jackson down with a headlock, and then whipping him wildly from side to side, jarring Jackson's neck with each wrenching motion. He finally tosses Jackson away, and shakes his head, almost amused at the smaller man's efforts, as Jackson slowly climbs to his feet with the aid of the corner.
Taking advantage of the situation, Tiago rears back, gaining a full head of steam before charging into the corner with a huge avalanche splash! Jackson dodges! Tiago crashes, only meeting turnbuckles for his effort! Jackson finally gets a chance to do some damage, stomping away at his stunned opponent!
With Tiago slumped in the corner, Jackson grabs one of his arms, yanking it around the rope before torquing it as much as possible. Tiago howls, but Jackson breaks the hold as the referee demands, but continues to deliver the damage by kicking the wrapped up arm before Tiago gets it free of the ropes!
The crowd begins to shift away from Don Tiago, as the feisty Jackson begins to take control, pulling Don Tiago from the corner, and again wrenching the same arm with a hammerlock, and then finishing it off by again kicking that arm. Tiago staggers away, favoring that arm, but Jackson follows after, and drops the bigger man right in the middle of the ring with a back drop suplex!
Without any hesitation, Jackson takes to the corner and climbs the turnbuckles, before leaping off, and dropping his Widower elbow across Don Tiago's throat! He goes for the cover!
...1...2...
...Kickout! Don Tiago somehow gets a shoulder up, which deflates the crowd a little, rooting strongly for the underdog.
In reply to this, Jackson quickly moves to throw some punches at Don Tiago before he gets up, but Tiago kicks away at the small man, and then shoves him away again and again, thwarting Jackson's best efforts. Once Tiago's to his feet, he finally lets Jackson close within striking distance, but he blocks the upward shots from the smaller man, and finally catches Jackson by the wrist!
Looking to be in a world of hurt, Tiago uses his free hand to strike again and again at Jackson's ribs, before finally mashing a downward elbow smash right into the detective's face. He doesn't release him yet though; not before a final elbow smash drops the small man to the mat, clutching his face in pain!
Having won back a bit of the audience, Tiago smirks toward Jackson, who slowly rises to his feet. Tiago motions for the crowd, gesturing to his fists, before striking with two mighty blows to Jackson's head, each of which rock the smaller man greatly! Tiago rears back, looking for the final shot of his devastating Gutter Mouth punch combo!
But Jackson ducks it! Don Tiago's momentum spins him right around...and Jackson's there to take advantage, lifting and atomic dropping Tiago with the Final Clue!
Don Tiago staggers in the middle of the ring, clutching his coccyx, when Jackson begins hammering him, with punch after punch! The audience gets louder and louder, and Jackson continues the whalloping until...
BOOM! With a stellar final roundhouse punch, Jackson's Fisticuffs leave Don Tiago out on his feet! He crashes like a falling tree, and Jackson goes for the cover!
...1...2...
...
...3!
The referee calls for the bell, as Jackson's arm is raised in victory! He seems to relish the moment for a second, before sliding out of the ring and putting his trenchcoat back on, before making his way back up the entrance. Meanwhile, Tiago finally comes to in the ring, in near disbelief as the referee informs him of the decision.
For Jackson, it's a rather impressive way to start a career.
Winner: Jackson
Roxana Morrison-Casandra: I can't fucking believe Trish would have the nerve to sign with the company. She's like a goddamn bug -- no -- a fucking cockroach that just won't die. I-...
Roxana glares at her husband, and something off-camera. She takes out her knife.
Roxana Morrison-Casandra: GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!
Appearing from under the camera is a young, black-haired woman, rushing quickly away, covering her mouth. Camera switches to Keeper who doesn't look pleased.
Hell's Keeper: So, she found another job where we are happening to be at... I have my own bug problem tonight. Death won't do for this bug I have other plans for it that will send a message to all the other bugs. Time for a little old-school that will make those pricks fear the very name of me, even moreso. This... thing has never been witnessed in the history of Sin Wrestling. I want to feed off their fear, as they watch what happens to Crux tonight. Speaking of feeding...
He gets up.
Roxana Morrison-Casandra: Where are you going?
Hell's Keeper: Like it's any of your business, but I plan to get some more young things since you interrupted my fun-time as champion. I'll be back later for my match. Try not to piss me off more, or I'll handcuff you for days without food, again.
The presence of the fearsome man leaves as Roxana falls on the couch, revealing cut marks all down her arm. Grabbing a knife, she begins gliding it down her, her eyes closed, as the blood drips onto the floor.
Fade to darkness.
Official: What happened?!
Official #2: It's Sebastian York... someone attacked him!
Official #1: Who attacked him?! What the God?
Official #2: I have no idea. He was just found like this...
Several medics gather around him, attempting to help him to his feet, but it proves to be difficult as he remains barely conscious.
Official #1: This is fucked up.
Official #2: Yeah, I know...
Sebastian York: Cas... Casan... Casanova...
He utters the name of the man he beat for the title belt...
Sebastian York: That son of a bitch...
And the image fades out.
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. The newcomer has to look up to look his opponent in the eyes, however, as Crux is easily dwarfed by Keeper!
Keeper tosses his title to the side, waiting for Crux to make the first move once the bell rings. The hooded wonder nails Keeper right in the stomach with a fist, but even that seems to have been the wrong first move, as Keeper flinches slightly, then laughs down at Crux.
Crux seems a little uneasy, even flicking his hand a little, not expecting to hit the equivalent of a brick wall. He eyes his black folding chair and tries to make a run to grab it, only for Keeper to grab Crux by the shoulders and whip him into the corner.
In response, Keeper starts stomping at Crux's chest, making the ring quake from the final stomp, getting Crux down into a seated position. Seconds later, Keeper lifts Crux up again and hits him with a right hook that makes Crux leave his feet a moment, his ski mask shifted around to make his ear stick out.
Laughing, Hell's Keeper laughs at Crux's expense, getting a hiss from the crowd, even after he helps fix Crux's mask in mock-sympathy. Crux, however, falls to the mat and hits a two-footed kick to Keeper's knee, then rolls out of the ring to safety!
The larger man, Hell's Keeper, doesn't appear too pleased that his prey is getting away, but Crux has already used his speed to his advantage. He dashes out of the ring and partially into the crowd, some of whom are waiting for their planes to come.
Keeper taunts the ref a moment, then slides out of the ring, but Crux just starts to toss American Touristers and Samsonites at the giant, each one missing but keeping Keeper away! With Keeper forced to avoid the luggage, Crux manages to slide back near the ring and hits another two-footed kick to Keeper's knee, trying to at least injure him the hard way. With Keeper down on one knee, Crux quickly slides into the ring, trying to win with a ten-count!
The referee doesn't seem to be sure how to score things, not yet disqualifying anyone for using foreign objects, as none had hit as of yet, but he's on six when Crux reenters, the ref a notoriously slow counter. ...1...2...3...4...5...6...
Keeper is quickly to his feet...
...7...8...9...
...and gets in at nine, the crowd booing at the ref's sluggish count.
Crux now starts to rain fists against Keeper's face, the crowd suddenly abuzz as the ski-mask'd-one gains the upper hand! He hasn't gotten Keeper down yet, but after a few fists manage to daze the big man, he grabs Keeper and starts biting at his bald head! Annoyed, Keeper finally manages to shove Crux away, but the giant's left with a cut where Crux's teeth sank into skin. The ref warns Crux that this isn't an Ultraviolence Title match, but lets this one slide.
Crux decides that charging back in for an attack might work, but he gets his head almost taken off by a huge clothesline! Keeper gets back onto his feet and lumbers towards Crux, inspecting his hand after wiping blood onto it. He pauses as he sees the chair that Crux came out with, then decides to go back to work. He pulls Crux up and lifts the smaller man up, then plants Crux's back right across his knee!
Keeper falls to the mat for a pin, with the referee making the count...!
...1...!
One...
2...!
...two...
But Crux pops his shoulder up! Keeper can't believe Crux was able to power out!
Right after this, Hell's Keeper gets to his feet and grabs at Crux, but gets a chop to the throat, in return. Frantically, Crux starts to back Keeper into the corner and chop at his knee with kicks, then he starts to rain punches against the side of Keeper's head, mounting the turnbuckles in the process!
With Keeper dazed, Crux snaps off of the turnbuckle with a leaping bulldog, bouncing Keeper's head against the mat! Crux looks for the upset, as he tries hooking a leg...!
...1...2...!
...No...!
At the right time, Hell's Keeper manages to toss Crux off of him and sit up, obviously pissed that he's been toyed with so easily. He finally stands up and looks down at Crux's ringside chair. Despite warnings from the ref, once again that it's not an official match, Keeper slides out of the ring and seizes the chair. He waits until Crux comes to the ropes, then cracks it hard over Crux's skull! Crux falls to the mat, holding his head in pain, but the ref finally has had enough of the underhanded moves, calling for the bell!
The crowd rains boos down on Keeper once again, the match officially going to Crux by DQ. Keeper has long not cared, however; climbing back into the ring to nail more hits against Crux's ribcage. After a few jams of the chair against his opponent's windpipe and a few more weak threats from the referee, Keeper bores of the violence and drops the chair over Crux's prone body.
Smirking, Keeper grins to himself as he grabs his title and slides out of the ring. He turns his back to the ramp entrance and backs up the ramp holding his Ultraviolence Title in the air, while Crux drapes himself over the middle rope, trying to recover from the hailstorm of chairshots.
He may have been bullied, but Crux will fight another day. Possibly with that Ultraviolence Title on the line, too.
Winner: Crux (via DQ)
Corey Page: Holy balls, what the good Christ is going on here?!
He notices Corey Ashton in the middle of the carnage. Out of nowhere, Corey Ashton throws a random referee in Corey Page's direction, forcing him to step to the side, making the referee fall onto the airport floor.
Corey Page: Was that necessary?!
Corey Ashton: Fuck yeah it was! Just like attacking Jay and setting that bitch on fire is necessary!
Corey Page: You haven't set her on fire, though!
Corey Ashton: Give it time -- and get these morons away from me, I will! Not until I'm unsuspended and placed in the Television Title tournament. Yeah! You heard me, motherfucker!
Corey Ashton clocks another random official in the face.
Corey Page: Stop that!
Corey Ashton: I told you...
He gives another official a punch, then follows that up by throwing two security guards at each other.
Corey Ashton: Not until I am reinstated and placed in the Television Title tournament! I swear...
He ducks beneath an incoming official, backdropping him, sending him flying at the feet of Corey Page!
Corey Page: Jesus Christ! Fine! You want back in, fine. No more of this pretending to be dead wrestlers... no more of these ridiculous attacks. You want back in, then stop assaulting my staff!
Corey Ashton grabs hold of another referee, grabbing him by the collar, shaking him.
Corey Ashton: ...and...?
Corey Page: And... well...
Corey Ashton shakes the referee once, twice...
Corey Page: Stop! Look! You've injured Morgana... you've injured Jay... and now you're injuring my other employees. If reinstating you and letting you in the TV Title Tournament gets you to stop, then fine! I'll do it. Just freakin' stop!
The shaking of the referee suddenly stops. The security guards around Corey Ashton back off, thanks to Corey Page calling them away and Ashton "fixes" himself.
Corey Ashton: Now that's what I like to hear, Mister Page. Now couldn't we have worked this out in an easier way?
Looking around at the downed officials, Corey Ashton points out the carnage he has caused.
Corey Ashton: If certain people didn't get in my way, they wouldn't be where they are now. Morgana had it coming. These stupid officials had it coming. And Jay had it coming for setting me ablaze, along with Declan Turner. Now, out of my way.
Still decked in the "Uno" gear, Corey Ashton cockily walks away, leaving a gigantic mess of unconscious bodies behind him.
Round 1
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. Arkangel 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...
"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.
Looking across the ring from each other, both competitors circle around, looking for an opening. When the time is right, they lock-up, with The Masked Day Laborer pushing "Arkangel" into the corner... only to armdrag him out.
Popping back up, they lock-up once more... this time with Cameron Blake pushing TMDL against the ropes. The man known as "Arkangel" goes to swing a strike at his head, but has The Masked luchadore ducking beneath the attack, slipping around and then waistlocking him. Out of nowhere, Blake responds with some elbows to the face and...
...Casanova slides into the ring, bringing both of them down with a spear!
...Say what?!
Angry, Casanova licks up Cameron Blake, throttles by the throat with both hands and lifts him in the air. Volting forward, he throws "Arkangel" over the top rope and to the floor, making him land with a sickening sound. Turning around, Casanova views The Masked Day Laborer getting to his feet, but Buck Travis slides inside, trying to block him.
Bam!
Casanova with a running big boot to the face of Buck Travis, knocking him to the outside, as well!
In a rage, The Masked Day Laborer shakes the cobwebs off and attacks Casanova from behind, mad at his attack. However, the former World Champion and vampire fires back with an attack of his own, as he nails a rolling-forearm to the head of The Masked Day Laborer! Furthermore, he lifts him up... and nails Destiny Calling onto him!
Throwing The Masked Day Laborer to the outside, Casanova stomps into the corner, reaches out and requests the microphone, which he snatches from the announcer's hands. Stepping ito the center of the ring, he begins to angrily speak.
Casanova: I'm here and I want this goddamn match to start now! Stevie Swing, you're supposed to be my partner -- get out here! Chris Carson, you old fuck, get out here. Sebastian York, you greasy douchebag, get out here!
Throwing the microphone to the floor, Casanova stands in the ring, patiently waiting for the match to start. However, there's still one more segment...
Winner: n/a
Corey Ashton: Creep? Creep! Holy shit, my man! What’s up?
Carson doesn’t bother with a response. Corey tilts his head for a second in bewilderment, but goes back to celebrating by himself.
Corey Ashton: Did you see that shit out there earlier? I got that bitch again! Just like old times!
The Creep just keeps to himself, in a world somewhere else. Ashton looks a little uncomfortable, rubbing the back of his head, then finally grabs Carson's shoulder.
Corey Ashton: Look, Chris. I know you’re going through some bad things right now. I haven’t been a real big help with any of it.
Chris Carson: ...
Ashton clears his throat.
Corey Ashton: Look, man. You’re the only friend I have here. With the whole hospital thing and all.
Chris Carson: ...
Ashton finally steps in front of Carson and grins.
Corey Ashton: Tell you what. If you give me the word, I’ll pull the trigger and make sure the person that did this to you suffers.
Ashton mimics a gunshot through the head.
Corey Ashton: Just like old times. Just like I did to Morgy and Jay. Just give me the word.
Carson finally decides to stand up, head still hanging.
Chris Carson: Just...give it a rest, kid. I'm tired.
Corey Ashton: Dude?
Chris Carson: I'm just gonna go out there, get the tar beat outta me, then get my paycheck. I got a kid I gotta get back to.
Cor-Ash just sits there a moment, then pffts to himself.
Corey Ashton: Yeah, whatever, man. Do what you want. I'm outta here. Gonna party with some UConn whores! You give me a call when you're done, m'kay?
Carson just shrugs off Ashton and gets back to getting ready for his match. Ashton shrugs off in response and exits stage left.
Stevie Swing bursts through the vagina to pyro and the booing of the crowd, looking on with disdain, as she heads towards the ringside area, joining Casanova, who is already inside. Rolling into the ring, she side-steps her partner, only to stand next to the ropes, waiting for the brawl to begin.
All My Life I been searching for something...
Something never comes, never leads to nothing...
Nothing satisfies, but I'm gettin close...
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
The words MADE FOR TV appear on the screen as the lights in the arena slowly began to dim and "All My Life" by the Foo Fighters progresses on. An array of baby blue lasers shoot into various directions, moving about, in time with the rhythm of the music.
As the song drops in, explosions go off, as Sebastian York makes his way to the top of the ramp, with the World Title held high in the air, rocking out to the music. He hops up and down atop the ramp before bursting into a full sprint towards the ring.
Stopping just a few feet short of the ring, he hands his World Title over to an attendant, knowing better than to slide into the ring, with the numbers against him. With the World Title handed off, looking revenge for his earlier attack, York turns around, waiting for his partner, Chris Carson.
The fans turn to the entrance, expecting "The Creep" to come stomping out to his music, but what they get is quite the opposite. Instead of his normal roaring music, Chris Carson solemnly walks out from the back, still getting much fanfare, but there's no music playing. Instead, he heads straight to the ring, where he slides inside, with York going side-by-side with him.
Right away, they target Stevie and Casanova, ready for a fight.
Just as their opponents slide into the ring, Casanova and Stevie are quick to pounce. They both kick and stomp Carson and York as they enter, hoping to render them unconscious with stomps to the back of the head. However, both "The Creep" and York fight off the blows and get to their feet. They begin striking with rights and lefts, catching Casanova and Stevie off-balance, swinging momentum back in their favour.
Within seconds, everyone is brawling inside the ring, bringing forth the fact that this is a tornado tag match to the forefront. Casanova is paired off with Sebastian York, who are sending fists back-and-forth to each other; while Chris Carson and Stevie Swing are exchanging chops, pokes and fists.
Casanova whips Sebastian York into the ropes, while "The Creep" sends Stevie. Both York and Stevie return, seeing their rival hunched over, looking for a backdrop. Thinking quickly, Sebastian York nails a kick to Casanova's face, whereas Stevie Swing hits "The Creep" with a kneelift. Turning quickly, though, York instantly takes Stevie off her feet with a rapid clothesline attempt!
Much to the joy of the fans, Sebastian York stands on his feet, the only person to do so, inside of the ring, hovering around Casanova. Like a vulture, he swoops in, while Casanova tries climbing to his feet in the corner. Striking with some kicks, York soon begins chopping away at the former champ's chest, eventually whipping him across the ring and into the opposite corner.
Grabbing Stevie Swing, Sebastian chops her and whips her in after Casanova, smashing against them. With the roar of the fans, he charges in, expecting to nail a running clothesline into the corner on both opponents, only to have Casanova push Stevie out of the way, resulting in York running straight into a Bicycle Kick from an angry Casanova!
Gloating, Casanova steps around the ring, giving Sebastian York an occasional kick. However, he doesn't notice "The Creep" get back to his feet, allowing him to swing Casanova around and then clobber him with a right hand! From here, Chris Carson latches on to Casanova's tights and flings him forward, heaving him up-and-over the top rope, landing heftly on the floor!
Seeing this, Stevie Swing stands behind "The Creep", waiting for him to turn back around. Once he does, she dashes forward, with him looking to lob her head off with a sudden clothesline. She has other plans, though; as she ducks beneath this attack, jumps onto the middle rope and springboards back, twisting her body around, nailing a Swinging DDT that drives Chris Carson's skull into the canvas!
Stevie swiftly goes for a cover...
...1...
...only to have the count halted by Sebastian York, who gets to his knees, reaches up, grabs Stevie's ankles and pulls her off. The fans, thankful for this, stand and cheer for York, who pulls Stevie up with him. Unfortunately, he isn't expecting the lowblow from Stevie, which brings him to his knees.
Stepping to the outer portion of the apron, Stevie springboards off the top rope, soars through the air and connects with a seated-dropkick to the back of York's skull, sending him spilling forward, facefirst into the canvas! Getting right back up, Stevie calls for Casanova to get back inside.
Obviously, Casanova doesn't listen to orders, as he gets in under his own means.
Right away, he focuses on Sebastian York, whom he feels stole the World Title from him. Along with Stevie Swing, they pluck York to a standing base, corner him and begin an all-out assault on him in the corner. Whipping Sebastian chest-first into the opposite corner, Casanova watches as he stumbles back, giving him the chance to waistlock him from behind. He goes to attempt a German suplex, but he holds on, waiting for Stevie Swing. Seeing this, Stevie Swing and Casanova actually display some semblance of teamwork, as Stevie bounces off the furthest set of ropes and returns with a burst of speed, allowing them to nail a combination of a dropkick and German suplex!
And yet Casanova hangs on, letting him roll through, still clutching onto York. Remaining in the waistlock, York can only watch as Stevie bounces off the ropes for a second.
...except he uses a last ditch effort to duck...!
Thanks to this miscue, Stevie flies directly into Casanova's face, dropkicking him and sending him flying through the ropes, where he lands on the floor!
Looking confused, Stevie stands, trying to figure out what just happened. Unfortunately for her, she walks directly into a half-hearted superkick from Sebastian York, which stumbles him backward.
The kick may not have gotten her cleanly, but Chris Carson is soon to remedy that. As Stevie turns around, he stumbles to his feet, moves in and nails the "Ripcord Powerbomb"! With the fans in a frenzy, he makes the cover on Stevie Swing...
...1...2...
...
...No!
At the very last moment, Stevie Swing pops her shoulder off the canvas, continuing the matchup!
Standing up, Chris Carson seems enthused about keeping Stevie down, offering her some quick stomps to the face, chest and gut. A second later, he heads towards the ropes, hoping to bounce off them and land an elbowdrop. Alas, his attempt is thwarted by Casanova, who had been waiting on the floor. Jumping up, Casanova pulls down the top rope; resulting in Chris Carson spilling all the way to the floor, landing with a thud.
Upon seeing this, Sebastian York immediately reacts. Stepping onto the outer portion of the apron, he notices "The Creep" and Casanova brawling, opting to use his body as a weapon. Strolling forward, he leaps off the apron with a somersault, knocking down both Casanova and his partner, Chris Extreme, as if they're bowling pins!
Stevie Swing, who is holding her ribs from the previous powerbomb, will not be outdone. Sitting up, she sees York somersault off the apron, deciding to get in on the action herself. Crawling into the nearest corner, seeing the three other men on the floor, she begins using the ropes and turnbuckles to steady herself and stand to her feet. In time, she ascends to the top rope, watching and waiting for everyone to turn around.
Wasting no time, she dives off, going for a top rope Shooting Star Press from the top rope -- all the way to the outside, crashlanding on both Casanova and Sebastian York! Luckily for "The Creep", he was able to see this dive, allowing him to step to the side, avoiding danger!
Grabbing Stevie by the hair, he pulls her up, slaps her across the jaw and then bounces her face off the ring apron -- not once, but twice! Rolling her inside, he gives a kick to Casanova and slides in after his other opponent.
Hands clenched into tight fists, Chris Carson stands above a cowering Stevie Swing, who tries slithering back, like a venomous snake, still holding her ribcage area. Wisely, she tries to go for a straight boot to the midsection, hoping to kick "The Creep" in the balls.
Sadly, it backfires.
"The Creep" catches Stevie's foot and pulls her up. With one leg, she hops about, while Chris has the other. Thinking quickly, she abruptly goes for an enziguiri.
It's a bad idea.
Chris Carson ducks this shot and Stevie lands on her face! Seconds later, "The Creep" applies "The Silencer", but he can only have it locked in for a second before Stevie begins writhing and churning, grabbing onto the ropes and yanking herself to the floor -- free from Chris Carson's clutches!
As Carson reaches out, grabbing Stevie by the hair, he goes to pull her back inside. This results in Casanova being able to slide back in the ring, pushing Sebastian York away from him, and focusing on "The Creep". Using a high-knee to the back, he blitzes Carson from behind, catching him by complete surprise, allowing him to nail a backdrop-driver!
Casanova immediately goes for the cover...!
...1...2...
...Only to have "The Creep" kick out at two!
On the floor, Stevie Swing continues to hold her ribs, while staggering around, breathing hard. Nevertheless, Casanova is able to take control of things by lifting Chris Carson to his feet and hammering him with a stiff right hand.
Likewise, he's able to negate an attack from Sebastian York, who springboards off the ropes with a flying double-axehandle by merely using a side-kick to stop him in mid-air. Landing on his feet, York groans, while Casanova hooks onto him, swinging him around into a neckbreaker postion. At the same time, he reaches on to "The Creep"'s head, nailing both the neckbreaker and a DDT onto his two opponents!
Before he can do anything to continue the punishment, Stevie Swing furiously rolls into the ring and makes another cover on "The Creep"!
The referee counts...
...1...2...
No! "The Creep" kicks out!
Looking over his shoulder, Casanova can't believe Stevie Swing has tried to steal the pinfall. Nevertheless, he allows for Stevie to stand, letting her kick and stomp on "The Creep". Lifting him up, he kicks Carson into the corner, while Casanova hoists Sebastian York up and proceeds to gutwrench-suplex him!
Getting back up, Casanova turns back to Chris Carson, who is now getting pummeled by Stevie Swing, while backed against the ropes. In union, Stevie and Casanova whips Carson across the ring, join hands and attempts a double-clothesline. Rebounding back, "The Creep" ducks and heads straight for the next set of ropes. Bouncing off these, he stampedes back, leaps into the air and catches both Casanova and Stevie Swing with a jumping-clothesline!
Meanwhile, Sebastian York is back on his feet and he goes after Casanova, giving him some stomps, while "The Creep" focuses on Stevie Swing. York and Carson lift their opponents up, back them into the corner with punches and then whip them towards each other, having both men collide in the center of the ring!
Blindly stumbling back, Casanova walks directly into a lungblower from Sebastian York, while Chris Carson kicks Stevie in the gut. Pulling her in with a standing-headscissors, "The Creep" hoists Stevie Swing up onto his shoulders, looking for the Guillotine Backdrop, but she squirms and wiggles, allowing her to slip out behind him!
Landing on her feet, she waits for Carson to turn around... and goes for The Last Dance!
...but "The Creep" ducks!
Instead, Sebastian York moves in, nailing a superkick of his own on Stevie, almost lobbing her skull off! He drops down and makes the cover!
The referee counts...
...1...2...
...
At the last second, Casanova crawls across the ring, nailing Sebastian York across the head with a punch! The count is stopped and everyone is on their feet, waiting for things to unfold!
Seeing Casanova break the pinfall, Chris Carson moves in, headlocking him and then nailing him in the forehead with a fist to the skull. Trying to fight "The Creep" off, Casanova swings his arms wildly, pushing him against the ropes, even nailing him with some elbows. Soon enough, Sebastian York joins in, trapping Casanova against the ropes, striking him with some kicks and punches, making sure to keep him down.
Finally sitting up, Stevie Swing shakes the cobwebs out of her head and rolls to the outside, exiting the ring. On one knee, she looks up, staring into the ring and then shakes her shoulders, giving up on the match.
Confusion is abound as Stevie literally waves her hand, as she begins walking to the back.
Back inside the ring, Casanova is getting beaten down by Chris Carson and Sebastian York, who are using their numbers advantage to take control of things. Despite this, Casanova mounts a momentary comeback, nailing Sebastian York with a back-elbow and "The Creep" with a big knee to the face! Butting York's and Carson's head together, he looks for help from Stevie Swing, only to notice that Stevie has officially walked to the back, leaving the match, escaping from York and Carson.
Angered, Casanova hammers Carson with a bionic-elbow, throws him into the corner and keeps him in there by stomping the hell out of him. Turning around, he views Sebastian York teetering around, trying to keep a standing base... only to charge at him and spear him off his feet!
Casanova makes a cover...!
...1...2...
All alone, he almost gets the victory, but not quite! Before the referee can slap his hand off the canvas for a third time, Chris Carson speeds out from the corner and hits a running kick to the face of the former World Champ!
Infuriated, Casanova rises to his feet, grabs Chris Carson by the head and smashes his face off the nearest top turnbuckle pad. Grabbing Sebastian York, he begins punching at him, hoping to have Chris Carson subsided, for now.
Holding York up into a vertical suplex position, the ex-champ soon slings him across the top rope, trying to his best to defeat both men, while all alone. With York hanging across the top rope, Casanova bounces off the adjacent set of ropes and comes springing back... only to have Chris Carson charge out from the nearby corner, striking with a lariat!
Nearly having his head chopped off, Casanova is immediately lifted back to his feet, only to have Chris Carson reverse-suplex him, dumping him on his head! Furthermore, "The Creep" pulls him in, going for a piledriver... only to have Sebastian York step into view and aide in spike-piledrivering Casanova!
The beatdown continues, with Sebastian York plucking Casanova up, hitting him with "The Hunger"!
There's no cover made, though. This time, "The Creep" lifts him up.
"The Creep" delivers "The C.C. Bomb" onto him!
There's still no cover made!
Casanova is rolled right back up, in a daze, having been dumped on his head several times in a row.
"Made For TV" by Sebastian York onto Casanova!
Seconds later, Chris Carson has "The Silencer" locked in, while Sebastian York also applies his version of a Sharpshooter!
The fans are going nuts, happy to see this injustice done to Casanova, who does his best to fight back, trying not to submit. With Chris Carson at his head and neck; and Sebastian York at his legs, Casanova is bent like a pretzel, dizzy from being dropped on his skull, having no other choice but to tap out, shocking everyone!
The referee calls for the bell, giving Sebastian York and Chris Carson the victory. After the match, Sebastian York is awarded his World Title, while Chris Carson stoically exits the ring, having his job done. Walking to the back, "The Creep" leaves Sebastian York inside, allowing him to soak up the cheers.
Eventually, York also leaves the ringside area, leaving Casanova a fallen and defeated man. He's left alone, in the center of the ring, holding his head and the middle of his back. Slowly, but surely, he gets to his knees, where he actually gets several cheers from the fans, after fighting the match, even with his partner walking out on him.
He stands in the center of the ring, looking around at the crowd, having no idea how to proceed from here. Confusion is in his eyes, but the applause actually begins to grow, as the fans appreciate his effort. Will this be the final time Casanova is in a Sin Wrestling ring?
The fans seem to think so.
And the applause continues, giving him a standing ovation, alone in the ring; but does he appreciate it? Does he accept it?
No one really knows what it comes to Casanova.
The image fades out, last showing Casanova alone in the ring.
Winner: Sebastian York/Chris Carson
Stevie Swing: I've got better things to do that be some partner to Dracula...
She boards the plane, getting her ticket viewed.
Stevie Swing: Such as rebuilding my life.
Stevie begins looking for her seat. Turning around, she glares into the camera.
Stevie Swing: That; and laughing at the fact that I burnt down Chris Carson's house.
She pretends to be shocked.
Stevie Swing: "Whoops". Did I say that? Good. I wish your entire family had to burn, "Creep". Just fuckin' burn. I don't care about you, your family or your homosexual manservant, Corey Ashton. It was you that took everything from me, now I take everything from you, old man.
Stevie Swing finally takes her seat on the plane and buckles up.
Stevie Swing: So, fuck this match. And fuck you, Chris Carson. Fuck everyone. Eat my cunt.
Giving the middle-finger to the camera, she calls out to a stewardess.
Stevie Swing: Oh, stewardess, can I have my drink now?
Stewardess: Uhm... sure.
Walking through the curtain on the plane, she heads off to get Stevie Swing's drink.
Stevie Swing: About fucking time.
The curtain ripples, with Stevie expecting to get her lips wet.
Stevie Swing: I'm fucking thirs-- you! What the hell are you doing on this plane?! Security! We have a terrorist! He has a bomb!
Pointing in front of her, she fearfully points at Chris Carson, trying to get him kicked off the plane. With a grin, he looks harshly at her.
Chris Carson: Thanks for the confession.
"The Creep", fresh off his match, moves in on Stevie Swing, about to beat the life out of her. Unfortunately the camera angle switches to the outside, showing the plane that they are on departing!
Stevie Swing: Terrorist! Terrorist!
Outside of the plane, we can only hear smashing and crashing.
...and it pulls off, into the sky...
Fade out.