Event Date: Tuesday, February 3rd, 2009
Theme Song: Strung Out - "Bring Out Your Dead"
Soon, the image switches to the back, showing Corey Page's office, which is comprised of a desk sitting in a snowbank, with a snowman built next to it. Corey is standing to the side of the snowman, decorating it, even putting a carrot nose on it, when a figure swathed in black walks up to him.
Corey Page: Huh...? Hmmm...
Circling some boobs in the snowman, Corey looks up from his artwork, and his eyes go wide.
Corey Page: ...Lacklan...?! What the...
Indeed, the figure swathed in black before him is Jean-Paul Lacklan, former SIN wrestler. He wears a long black robe that hangs to his booted feet, the sleeves hanging past his arms. His head is mostly obscured by a a hood, but it is obvious that his face is covered by an alabaster mask.
Jean-Paul Lacklan: Good day, Mr. Page.
Corey Page: Um... aren't you hot? You know, wearing a black robe during the day, and all? I mean, I know it's winter and everything, but come on!
Lacklan looks at Page, his expression unreadable behind the mask. After a moment, he responds, changing the subject.
Jean-Paul Lacklan: You need me, Mr. Page.
Confused, Page cocks his eyebrow.
Corey Page: ...Huh?
Lacklan turns his head to the left, and then to the right. Slowly, after taking in the carnival, he brings his gray-eyed gaze towards the Sin Wrestling owner.
Jean-Paul Lacklan: You need me, Mr. Page. Your federation? In dire straights. Your champion, your representative? Pathetic. I have returned, Mr. Page. Allow me to help you, to bring your federation to the heights it truly deserves.
Page looks at Lacklan for a moment.
Corey Page: ...Didn't we leave you on a mostly deserted island?
Lacklan's lips curl into a half-smirk beneath the mask.
Jean-Paul Lacklan: That you did, and I thank you for it. But that is another story. Tell me, Page: Will you accept my help?
Not knowing what to say, Corey shrugs his shoulders, while looking at Lacklan.
Corey Page: For half your wage from before.
Lacklan's smirk grows.
Jean-Paul Lacklan: Money is, as always, no object. It is agreed, then.
Lacklan makes a small bow to Page and departs. Shuddering, Corey turns back to his snow-woman.
Corey Page: Ughhh... that guy scares me. I bet he can breathe fire and shoot flames out of his eyes, too.
Concerned, he pats his snow-woman on the back.
Corey Page: But it's okay, I won't let him hurt you.
Grabbing a handful of snow, he patches some more of the creamy, milky, white, fluffy stuff onto her body.
...Oh, and he puts the snow on her, too.
"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 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.
Under the hot lights that hang above the ring, the trio of men, including newcomer Gio Gambino, circle around each other, waiting for things to begin.
Ding... ding... ding...!
And there it is! The bell, which signals the three men to step toward each other, looking to begin things. Crux and Tj Jones are quite familiar with each other, having gone face-to-face a few weeks ago, with Crux narrowly coming out on top. Gio Gambino, on the other hand, has no idea what to expect, as he steps up to both men, runs his hand through his greasy hair and seemingly flings the grease towards both competitors.
...This obviously doesn't go over too well. Both Crux and Tj glance at each other and then glare back at Gio, who beckons them both... and then receives a punch from each men for his efforts!
Gio falls down, but Crux strikes him with a punch; as does Tj Jones. Gio stumbles about, but Crux punches him again; as does Tj Jones. Finally, Gio Gambino ducks beneath another attempted punch from Crux... only to walk into a kick to the gut from Tj, who follows that up with a rapid-fire enziguiri, blasting him across the back of skull, much to the joy of the audience!
In a daze, Gio Gambino rolls to the outer portion of the apron, holding the back of his head, while Crux and Tj turn to each other. Remembering the bad blood from their previous match, they instantly lock-up.
Right away, Tj armdrags Crux, who leaps up, only to blindly walk into a hip-toss from Tj. Again, Crux jumps right back up, but Tj is quickly on him, peppering him with some quick kicks. Backed against the ropes, Crux is whipped out, only to reverse the whip. Ducking down, he expects Tj to rebound into a backdrop.
Unfortunately for Crux, his inexperience proves evident, as Tj calmly bounces back, nails a kneelift, grabs the back of Crux's mask and then guides him face-first into the canvas! Seeing Crux on the canvas, holding his face, a high-risk move pops into Tj's head.
Running towards the ropes, Tj jumps onto the middle rope and goes for a springboard moonsault...
...but Crux rolls to the left...
...while Tj flips completely around, safely landing on his feet!
Watching Crux rise, Tj jumps towards him, nailing a jumping spin-kick, which dislodges Crux from his feet, sending him rolling out to the floor. Getting the fans pumped up, Tj jumps in place and goes to bounce off the furthest set of ropes, attempting a plancha. However, as he turns around, he is met with an indecent slap from Gio Gambino, who has gotten back to his feet.
Hoping to take control of things, Gambino nails a second slap and then a punch. He throws Tj into the ropes and goes to clothesline him. It misses; and Tj ducks underneath his arm and goes full-speed towards the next set of ropes, eyeing Crux on the floor. Pretending to be a missile, he vaults himself over the top rope... but Crux eyes him, opting to turn away from him, thinking Tj will plummet to the floor.
Sadly, this is yet another mistake from the rookie.
Tj lands on the apron, changing the direction of his plancha, in mid-leap. Noticing Crux turn away, Tj nails a back-kick and goes to follow-up on that... but Gio Gambino moves back in, hoping to knock Tj off the apron with a stiff punch. Alas, Tj blocks the punch, nails a high-kick of his own and then moonsaults off the apron, taking Crux down with a backflip plancha!
With the crowd cheering him on, Tj gets to his feet, with a big smile on his face, hoping to avenge his loss to Crux a few weeks prior. Climbing back onto the apron, he is immediately accosted by Gio Gambino, though.
Out of nowhere, Gio nails a throat-thrust, catching Tj by surprise and then grabs him by the head and drops down, guillotining Tj's throat across the top rope. Leaving Tj out to dry, Gio gets back up and is about to level him off the apron, when Crux gets back to his feet, making his presence known.
From the outside, on the floor, Crux grabs ahold of Gio's feet and sweeps his legs out from under him, resulting in Gambino landing on his face. Using all of his might, he pulls Gio out to the floor, bashes his greasy head off the ring apron and then throws him into the ring steps. Jumping back onto the ring apron, he eyes Tj leaning across the top rope, holding his throat and trying to breathe. Right away, Crux side-headlocks him, noogies him and then commences elbowing Tj across the back of his neck.
Using a snap-suplex, Crux brings Tj over, dropping him onto the hardest portion of the ring apron, making Jones roll to the outside, holding his lower-back. Gaining support from his own cheering section, Crux -- who won last week to Hell's Keeper via DQ -- runs across the apron, using his body as a missile, as he launches himself through the air.
Landing in a messy pile on the floor, Crux crashes atop Tj, smashing them both against the railing which seperates the fans from the ringside area. Grimacing, he stands to his feet, holds his arm into the air and listens to his own fans cheer for him, slightly coming out of his own shell.
Nevertheless, he grabs Tj by the hair, lifts him to his feet, elbows him across the middle of his forehead and then rolls him back inside. Crawling onto the apron, he soon elevates himself to the top rope, taking his due time.
Adjusting his mask, he leaps off...
...but misses! Tj Jones rolls out of the way, resulting in Crux going face-first onto the canvas!
Tj, who is not a dim-witted man, hurriedly takes advantage of this with a Majistral Cradle!
The referee counts...
...1...2...
Aware of the dangerous, Crux kicks out!
Getting up, Tj is quick to elbow Crux in the back of his head/neck and push him against the ropes. In here, Tj nails some swift kicks to the gut and whips his masked opponent across the ring. Throwing his arm out, he goes for a clothesline, but is surprised when Crux grabs onto his arm and tries bringing him down with an armbar-takedown.
Remaining on his feet, Tj keeps his balance, despite Crux trying to drag him down to the canvas. Looking forward, he sees the human oil-slick himself, Gio Gambino, roll inside and charge at them. Thinking quickly, Tj ducks down, still with Crux holding onto his arm, resulting in both of them backdropping Gambino to the canvas.
Using this distraction to his advantage, Tj rolls forward, and remains on his back. Placing both of his feet together, he pushes his legs up, mule-kicking Crux, officially releasing himself from the grasps, enabling himself to jump back up.
Right away, Tj nails a corkscrew-elbowdrop on Crux, steps back up and then ducks beneath a clothesline from a running Gio Gambino. Spinning around, he keeps his focus on Gambino, leaps into the air and nails a perfect Gamengiri kick to the back of Gio's skull, sending him hard onto the canvas!
Following Gambino over, Tj rises, hooks both of Gio's arms over his kneecaps and then rolls Gambino forward, into a pinfall attempt, so that his shoulders are placed on the mat.
The referee bursts into action, making the count...
...1...2...
However, Crux notices this, adjusts his mask and jumps to his feet.
Racing over, he half-nelsons Tj and rolls him up with a half-nelson cradle! Tj's pinfall on Gio has been halted and now Crux tries for a pinfall of his own...!
...1...2...
...No!
This time, it's Tj Jones that kicks out of an attempted pinfall!
As Tj goes to stand, hoping to go after Crux, he is instead surprised by his masked opponent, who hits a jumping knee to his back. Sent into the corner, Tj turns around, only to be on the receiving end of a running double-knee to the chest from a charging Crux! Stumbling out, Tj walks right into the "Fuck Off!" from Crux, who then bounces off the nearest set of ropes, hitting a single-handed bulldog on Tj!
Crux goes for the cover...
...1...2...
At the count of two, however; Tj is able to slip out from beneath Crux and stand to his feet, Matrix-style!
Surprised, Crux goes to rise... only to have Tj swing around and nail a devestating kick to the back of his skull -- a move that he calls "Code Black"!
Pulling Crux up to his feet, Tj applies a full-nelson, looking to hit the Soul Destroyer. Before anything can occur, Gio Gambino gets back up, greasy and confused. Walking up to the two men, Gio tries to interject himself, but is privy to allowing Crux to climb up his body, using his feet to push off Gio's chest! As a result, Crux is able to flip backwards, over Tj's shoulder and land safely on his feet. From behind, Crux pushes Tj into Gambino and schoolboy-rollups Tj, on the rebound...
The referee counts...
...1...
Gio groggily sits up...
...2...
Gio notices Crux going for the pinfall...
...
Gio hastily latches onto Crux's right foot and yanks him off Tj, stopping the count!
Stunned, Crux gets to his feet, stands in front of Gio and then hits "The Cutter out of Nowhere!" He immediately goes to lock on "No Hope!"...
However, Tj Jones plucks Crux away, much like Gio before him. Just like Crux, Tj goes for his own version of a leaping-cutter... but Crux stands on his feet, blocking the attempt! Instead, he throws Tj into the ropes, making him bound back. Crux goes for "The Cutter out of Nowhere!" on Tj...
...it's blocked! Tj remains on his feet!
Turning around, Crux goes for a forearm-shot, but Tj slides back, doing yet another Matrix-like maneuver! He follows this up with a backflip-kick, striking Crux right in the noggin'! Immediately after this, Tj goes to stand, but Gio Gambino gets in the way, striking him with a stiff right hand.
As he goes for another shot, Tj is able to rush underneath this blow, allowing him to full-nelson Gio and then front-legsweep him, driving him face-first into the canvas! Keeping the full-nelson applied, Tj tries to make Gio tap, but Crux leaps at him, nailing him with a single-leg dropkick, knocking him away.
With Tj dangling out onto the floor, Crux turns around, patiently waiting for Gambino to stand. Once he does, he nails another "Cutter out of Nowhere!" and applies "No Hope!" for the second time around! Unfortunately, he doesn't notice Tj Jones having risen to his feet, climb to the top rope and leap off, nailing "The Renaissance" onto both men!
Rolling Crux aside, Tj hops onto Gio Gambino, hooking his leg, keeping him down...
...1...2...
Crux attempts to stop the count, rolling over, reaching out to Tj...
...3!
...But it's too late! Tj Jones has won the match!
Getting his arm raised by the referee, Tj Jones holds his hands in the air, a great way to go into his Television Title match at Five Years Gone. Exiting the ring, he leaves behind Crux, who wipes some of Gio Gambino's hair grease into his mask and slaps the canvas in frustration.
Rolling to the floor, Crux leaves Gio Gambino behind. His oily locks may be spectacular, but Gio is not.
Winner: Tj Jones
Chris Carson: Where the hell is the chocolate? I promised Junior some high quality candy. A city named after chocolate should have the shit everywhere...
Carson continues his quest for the chocolate bar for his son. His search is interrupted by Corey Ashton, who walks into the shot with beers in both his hands.
Corey Ashton: Hey Creep! I had a wild ass week. What's up, man?
Chris Carson: Hey kid. Carson actually breaks a smile at the younger man's antics. The two share a handshake after Corey hands off one of the beers to The Creep.
Corey Ashton: I know you've been down in the dumps lately, but I've got two bitches waiting for us to pound that coochie with our twizzlers.
"The Sultan of Swing" points directly at two rather attractive ladies -- one white and one black, that are standing by the ticket booth. Both of the women seem to be oogling Corey.
Corey Ashton: Come on, Creep. Don't you want to make S'mores with the whores?
Carson lets a laugh come from his lips. His face shows that of a tempted man.
Corey Ashton: Come on, Creep. I promise I won't film the shit this time.
The Creep finally shakes his head and hands the beer back to a visibly bewildered Corey Ashton.
Corey Ashton: Huh...
Chris Carson: I can't do it, kid. I've got to get Junior some candy. Maybe next time.
"The Creep" merely pats Corey on the shoulder, while walking away. Ashton stares at the two beers in his hand and then at the exiting Chris Carson, furrowing his eyebrows, with just a little bit of frustration.
Corey Ashton: You've gotta loosen up, Creep! Oh well, more whores for Cor-Ash!
Corey smiles happily and prances his way over to the two giggling whores by the ticket stand.
At the front of this line is Sebastian York, who is seen taking pictures with various fans, until this one Gothic kid approaches.
Gothic Kid: Sebastian York?
Sebastian York: Hey, how ya doin, little man, wanna take a picture with the champ?
The goth kid shakes his head.
Sebastian York: You don't want to take a picture with the champ?
The goth kid shakes his head again. Sebastian chuckles to himself, as he kneels down in front of the kid.
Sebastian York: Then, why in the hell did you wait in this long line, kid?
The kid flashes a fanged-grin, and before Sebastian could even move, a wad of spit splashes onto his face.
Goth Kid: That's for Casanova, faggot! Why'd you have to do that to my hero?! Why?!
Before Sebastian can even respond, a group of carnival security guards have shown up and they club the little goth kid upside his head and start dragging him away. During this fracas, someone hands Sebastian a napkin, enabling him to wipe the spit off his face, as he chuckles.
Sebastian York: Little bastards got some balls. Too bad his idol didn't have enough balls to beat me!
Sebastian yells into the direction that security drags the kid off, causing several fans in line to chuckle.
Sebastian York: But anyway, BACK TO THE PICTURES! WHO WANTS TO TAKE PICTURES WITH THE CHAMP?!
The people in line start cheering, as Sebastian takes his place in front of the booth and tells the photographer to continue.
Red pyro explodes in the form of two fiery upward torrents from the stage, as Theory Of A Dead Man's "Invisible Man" charges onto the speakers. However, instead of Chris Carson, rabid fans, numbering triple-digits easily, stampede from the entrance and surround the ring, just about all of them making the ring quake as they stomp to the tempo.
I always know where you are
You never know where I am
You got me sneaking around
Like the invisible man
Carson comes out onto the ramp in mid-chorus, barebacked and oiled up, wrestling tights sharp in a fire-red/ice-blue design. The crowd around the ring, and in the stands as well, respond to Carson's double middle-finger salute with a roar.
You'll never know where I've gone
You've gone and done it again
You've got me sneaking around
Like the invisible man
Another pyro explosion, and Carson starts shoving his way towards the ring, not acknowledging the support he gets from his supporters yet. He climbs the stairs and turnbuckle, posing in front of the the audience and the crowd of "Creepheads" and letting out an intense roar. He turns to teh referee and stares a hole through him, then at his opponent, as the tidal wave of supporters retreats backstage.
The referee's barely called for the bell when Hell's Keeper charges out of his corner, smashing "The Creep" into his own corner with all of his strength! Carson appears stunned for a moment, which Keeper takes full advantage of, driving repeated knees into Carson's ribs, before finally pulling him out of the corner and blasting him to his knees with a crushing blow to the back of Carson's neck!
The crowd chants hard for Carson, trying to stem the quickening tide of punishment turning against "The Creep", but to no avail! Hell's Keeper backs up a few steps, charges forward and plows a boot into Chris Carson's face!
Hell's Keeper goes for a cover!
...1...!
...KICKOUT!
"The Creep" definitely isn't done yet, even though he's been rocked and reeling thus far!
Standing up, Hell's Keeper continues the onslaught with several stomps, and proceeds to yank Carson to his feet, before throwing a harsh chop to his throat, staggering him yet again. Carson recovers, only to feel a huge hand clamped onto his neck!
Hell's Keeper is definitely earning the fans' enmity as he lifts Carson up for a chokeslam, but Carson slips the hold! Falling behind the huge man, Carson drops to the mat, going for a roll-up!
No dice, as Keeper holds his position, and shifts his weight to drop an axehandle like a hammer down right across Chris Carson's head! "The Creep" looks stunned, as Hell's Keeper yanks him back to his feet, looking for that chokeslam again!
Again, Carson fights off the impending doom!
Somehow, he gains the strength to drive a few elbows into Hell's Keeper's ribs, and finally, he throws the hand away that was clamped onto his throat! To the joy of the fans, Chris Carson reaches down, taking advantage of the moment, and lifts Hell's Keeper right off of the ground! He quickly drops the huge man across his knee with a backbreaker, before collapsing to the mat himself, even as the fans resoundingly applaud his strength.
Unfortunately for "The Creep" and his fans, Carson is slow getting back to his feet, that same feat of strength having apparently drained him considerably, as well. By the time he gets up, Hell's Keeper already has him scouted, and scoops him right up for a slam of his own; this one sending Carson spinning over Hell's Keeper's head with a fallaway slam! The Creep crashes to the mat and rolls right out of the ring from the momentum!
Hell's Keeper sneers at the fans for a moment, who respond by firmly booing and jeering him, before he slides out of the ring, looking to continue the pain for Chris Carson.
He finds Carson slumped against the guardrail, desperately trying to get to his feet, all while favoring a good bunch of sore spots on his torso from Keeper's slam and various strikes. Keeper approaches, looking quite pleased at Carson's condition, but the Creep rallies, rocking the big man with fist-after-fist to his jaw and abdomen, even without rising completely yet!
Just as the audience starts getting excited again, "The Creep" is devastated by a mammoth clothesline from Hell's Keeper. The blow just about sucks the life out of the audience, as well as Carson, who appears almost completely stunned on the floor.
With the fans almost silent, Hell's Keeper stomps viciously down on Chris Carson's knees, one after another, before finally throwing him back into the ring.
Next, Carson painfully drags himself up in the corner, as Hell's Keeper steps into the ring; and when Keeper charges at him, Carson dodges a huge avalanche, which allows Hell's Keeper to crash harmlessly into the turnbuckles! As he staggers back, "The Creep" leaps up on him from behind, clamping the bigger man with a full nelson!
The hold looks short-lived, as Hell's Keeper flails wildly, nearly breaking Carson's grip, but the Creep leaps upward, and wraps his legs around Keeper's waist, before both men crash down to the mat! Keeper bellows in pain, as Carson wrenches him with all his might, his legs viced on Keeper's midsection while the nelson forces Keeper's head awkwardly forward.
The fans are on their feet, looking for the giant to tap, but the bigger man struggles mightily, with Carson simply unable to keep him away from the ropes!
Reacing out, he tries desperately to grab onto them...
Nearer...
Closer...
Finally, Keeper gets the bottom rope!
Carson milks the hold for all it's worth, though; holding on as the referee counts, and even after the five count, testing just how far he can get away with, before finally breaking the hold.
Again, unfortunately for Carson, the giant isn't long for the mat. He's quickly rising, as he stretches his neck, and Carson gets up quickly, as well, looking to press the momentum.
Before Keeper can gain his bearings, the Creep bears down on him, ramming a knee into the small of Keeper's back, and then Carson clinches a rear-waistlock on the beast, trying his best to keep Hell's Keeper from making it up. He clutches tight, digging his shoulder into Keeper's back, before the big man finally rams an elbow into Carson's face, sending the Creep back and seeing stars!
Hell's Keeper lunges at the Creep with a huge punch, but Carson ducks it, and Keeper gets lifted and dropped with a huge backdrop suplex!
Getting louder again is the crowd, who definitely senses the advantage falling decisively to Chris Carson! Hell's Keeper rises again, looking as if nothing will slow him for long, but the Creep is quickly on him, yanking his arms back with a modified surfboard stretch! Once more, the big man howls, before flexing with one huge effort, and breaking Carson's grip!
The Creep and the audience look stunned by the show of strength by Hell's Keeper, but the Creep is quick to his feet, and he raises a hand like an imaginary gun... he's calling for the Silencer! Hell's Keeper gets to his knees...and a low dropkick drives him back to the mat, as Carson quickly steps over him and locks in the Silencer! Keeper's trapped in the middle of the ring...Carson's leaning back, all of his weight...
...but the giant simply won't tap! He forces his way up a bit, and Carson responds by breaking the hold just long enough to sit-down drop onto Keeper's back, before clamping on the Silencer again!
Yet again, Hell's Keeper holds on for what feels like forever! Carson simply can't get enough strength out of his own battered back and body to overpower the strength of Hell's Keeper! Indeed, Keeper even begins to rise, lifting Carson off his feet for a second!
Chris Carson seems unimpressed, as he quickly releases the hold and throws his weight forward while shoving down hard on Keeper's head! The giant ends up flipped, Carson face down on the mat with his legs pinning Keeper's arms down with his legs in the air! The referee makes the count!
...1...
The referee slaps once...
...2...
...twice...
...3!
And three times!
Afterwards, "The Creep" gets to his feet and raises his hand in victory. He quickly slides out of the ring, leaving a very angry looking Hell's Keeper to deal with the loss. Carson looks satisfied as he steps away from the ring, pointing a finger to his head as if to show he outsmarted, rather than overpowered, possibly the strongest single competitor in Sin Wrestling today.
Suddenly, running past the vacating Carson is Crux! He slides into the ring with a light tube...and smashes it vengefully across Hell's Keeper's face!
...
But Keeper remains on his feet, seemingly unfazed by it all!
Clubbing the small man back with huge blows, Keeper nails him with another strike, which sends Crux tumbling wildly over the top rope! Hell's Keeper quickly follows after him, definitely looking to take out the anger of his loss on the brazen attacker! Crux throws some blows back, but he's clearly getting the worse end of the deal as the two brawl all the way back up the entrance and to the back!
And all the while, they end up brawling right past the victorious Chris Carson, who still remains on the entrance, shaking his head at the exiting brawlers, before making a final pointing gesture to his head, and then shrugging, before heading to the back.
Winner: Chris Carson
As you know, Hell's Keeper is stepping after him, like an angry predator.
Grabbing Crux by the mask, he lifts him up to his feet, and then throws him onto the steel steps, which lead up to another steel platform. Going back and forth, bashing Crux's face off both railings, Hell's Keeper is sure to pull Crux atop the platform, which looms dangerous in the air.
Battering Crux with some fists and forearms, Hell's Keeper pulls Crux close and presses him into the air. With a roar, he flings Crux off the platform, sending him sailing through the air; and like slow-motion, gravity pushes down on the masked kid, sending him flailing to the ground.
SMASH!
Having been thrown off the top of the platform, Crux goes smashing through the windshield of an SUV, having his legs dangle through the window, laying on the white hood!
The camera zooms in on Crux, as a bevy of officials and medics immediately circle around, trying to check on Crux's status. In the meantime, Hell's Keeper remains atop the platform, his arms held high in the air, giving a celebratorial growl at the expense of Crux, who remains motionless and covered in glass, inside of the automobile!
Jackson: Hello, fair madam.
His hand remains hanging, Trish not reciprocating.
Jackson: I offer you good luck in our upcoming matchup.
Pulling his hand away, he alternatively grabs her hand and kisses the back of it.
Jackson: My fair maiden, I am sorry you do not accept my well-wishes.
Disgusted, Trish quickly pulls away.
Trish Newborn: Ewwww!
Jackson: [aghast] Well, that was not nice!
Trish Newborn: Whatever, dude. We've got a match to wrestle. No more of this silliness.
Shoving Jackson aside, she exits her room, leaving Jackson behind, quite befuddled.
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.
Vanilla Ninja's "Dangerzone" plays through the sound system and Trish Newborn comes out, slapping the hands of the fans, as she walks down the ramp, but before she can enter, Jackson gives the lil' lady a sporting smile and pulls the rope down to let Trish enter the ring.
While Trish graciously accepts, albeit quite suspiciously, she actually earns a kick in the side from Ashton, who rudely interrupts! As Trish recovers on the outside of the ring, Jackson starts to turn his violence towards Ashton, not taking his lack of sportsmanship kindly, giving Ashton a few quick punches to the ribs!
Ashton staggers back into a corner and grabs the ropes defensively, making Jackson stop his attack. Jackson gets backed up, only for Ashton to explode out of the corner and lay a lariat across Jackson's neck! He goes for a quick cover...!
...1...
...only to get shoved back off at a one-count!
Ashton grabs Jackson by the neck and drags him back to a standing position, hitting him with a modified leg-sweep, a half-nelson clobbering Jackson across the neck again! He goes into another quick pin...
...1...
...but only gets a two-footed stomp from Trish, whom Jackson thinks tried to save him.
In the meantime, Trish gets backed into the corner and out onto the apron, while Ashton decides to mock her, standing up to face her. Trish lashes out with a slap to the face, nails digging into Ashton's face! Corey yelps in surprise and staggers into elbow to the face as Jackson springs off the ropes!
He quickly gets into a roll-up!
...1...2...!
...No!
At the count of two, Corey kicks out and holds his jaw in surprise, only for Jackson to quickly ground Ashton again!
He slaps on an arm bar to get Ashton limp in the middle of the ring, with Corey crying out in pain as Jackson pulls back a finger, threatening to dislocate it! Ashton gears up and rears back, hitting a desperation punch to Jackson's jaw before the tall guy can hold the lock in for good. Ashton takes the moment to leap for the corner, tagging Trish in for a breather.
Trish jumps up to the top turnbuckle and snaps off a quick hit to Jackson's head, although the kick does little to drop him. Jackson just grins kindly at Trish, apparently not really looking to hurt the lady. Trish looks a little surprised, then starts to go to work cautiously on Jackson, wailing him in the ribs with a few sharp kicks!
Like a gentleman, Jackson kindly absorbs the kicks as much as possible, all while grimacing in pain. Almost voluntarily, he is struck with a quick DDT from Trish, who floats over, going for the cover...
...1...2...!
Ashton's no fool, however; stopping the count with an elbow to Trish's back!
Obviously, he gets chewed out for the move, but once he's back onto the apron, he leans over to get a blind tag to Jackson. He charges into the ring and attempts another lariat, only for a roundhouse kick to catch him in the chin! Trish quickly gets back up and onto Ashton, only to be tossed off at one.
Ashton looks flustered, growling as he retreats to the corner. Trish rushes at Ashton and attempts a monkey flip, only for Ashton to quickly reverse the move hitting a powerbomb on Trish!
He goes into the cover, again!
...1...!
The referee slaps his hand down once...
...2...!
...twice...
However, Jackson's quick to save the day like Superman, as he leaps through the air, another close call for Ashton!
He retreats into the corner, as well; then accepts a tag from Trish. He quickly jumps over the ropes and ducks a clothesline from Ashton, sliding around and hitting an Atomic Drop on Cor-Ash! When Corey staggers to his feet, he starts to hit a series of hard fists, sizing Corey for a knockout punch, but his finisher--"Fisticuffs"--misses!
In reply, Ashton goes for another move, only to get a big right hook from Jackson!
Jackson looks to pin Ashton, but then looks over at Trish, who his blinking her puppydog eyes at him. Jackson just grins to himself and gives Trish a friendly tag, pointing at Ashton, as if letting Trish take the credit for now. However, Ashton's not ready to take the pin, quickly hitting the ropes to crotch Trish!
Jackson whirls around, stunned his punch didn't completely work, but Ashton tosses him quickly out of the ring! He approaches the ropes and climbs them, then headlocks Trish firmly. he takes a step back, whirls Trish into the air, and devastates her with an ABC-DDT in the center of the ring!
The boos pour down as Cor-Ash goes for the pin!
...1...2...
Jackson tried to slide back in, wanting to stop the count...
...3!
It's too late! Corey Ashton is moving on to face Tj Jones for the Television Title at Five Years Gone!
Having his hand raised by the referee, Corey Ashton exits the ring, but not before taking his time to argue with several fans. Walking to the back, he finally passes the curtains, leaving Jackson and Trish Newborn inside.
In here, Jackson offers his hand to Trish, wishing to aide her in standing, but she just brushes him off, upset at the loss.
Winner: Corey Ashton
Corey Page: Where the hell is the rest of my change?!
Worker: Sir, I gave you your change!
Corey Page: Liar! I gave you a hundred dollar bill! And all you give me back is a $1.50! What kind of makeshift concession stand are you running here?!
The worker looks at Corey Page as if he were crazy.
Worker: Sir, you did not give me a $100. You gave me a $5.
Corey stops to think for a moment.
Corey Page: Really?
The worker nods her head and Corey just shrugs.
Corey Page: Well, fine; maybe I did. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt on this one, but best believe, I'll be watching you, young lady!
The worker rolls her eyes.
Corey Page: So, can I get your number?
The worker walks away to attend to other customers, no longer paying Corey Page any mind. He grabs his beverage off of the counter and turns around, only to bump into the Sin World Champion, Sebastian York.
Sebastian York: Corey Page, just the man that I needed to see.
Corey Page: What do you want? Make it quick, Sebby, there's a fine female behind the counter that should be having my ba-baby ba-baby in about 9 months.
Sebastian York: You went to go see the Notorious movie I take it.
Corey Page: Good lord, no; I'd rather eat shit. Now what do you want?
Sebastian York: I was wondering when we were going to have my hall of fame induction ceremony.
Corey Page: Hall of Fame?
Sebastian York: Yes - Hall of Fame! Don't you think I deserve it?
Corey Page: Eh, I'm not too sure about that.
Sebastian York: Not too sure about it? What in the hell do I have to do? If someone like Adora can be there with hardly ANY credentials at all, then with everything that I've accomplished, I should be the poster boy for the Hall of Fame!
Corey Page: We'll see; we'll see.
Sebastian York: We'll see? You say that to everything.
Corey Page smiles and pats York on the shoulder.
Corey Page: Yeah, we'll see. Now excuse me.
Page pushes past York and goes about his business, leaving Sebastian standing there.
Sebastian York: We'll see, alright, Mr. Page. We'll most definitely see.
York then goes on about his business.
Corey Ashton: I'm moving on! Going right for the Television Title; and then to the World Title! This is just the beginning! Whooo, mo'fuckers!
Cornering a scared official, Corey Ashton terrifies the man, who knows very well of Corey's behaviour.
Official: Y- yes, sir. Good for you, sir.
Corey Ashton: Are you questioning me?!
Official: N- n- no, sir...
Corey Ashton: Good! When I step into the ring with that nappy-haired motherfucker, I'm going to snap him in half! Just like how I did to Jay... just like how I did to Morgana... and...
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Corey Page walks into the scene, wearing a parka and a pair of black and blue mittens.
Corey Page: You!
This, of course, grabs Corey Ashton's attention, prompting him to turn around, staring at Corey Page.
Corey Ashton: What?!
Corey Page: I've got big news for you. You're booked for the pay per view.
Corey Ashton: Well, obviously. I just won my match to advance to the Television Title. Did you see it?! I fucking dominated those morons!
Corey Page: Well, yeah. But, uh, I'm talking about something else.
Corey Ashton: What?!
Corey Page: You're booked for another match.
Corey Ashton: ...What?!
He swats the sandwich out of Corey Page's hand, peturbed about this latest news. Corey Page, acting defiant... and missing his sandwich, grimly replies.
Corey Page: Hey! That was my sandwich!
Corey Ashton: Screw your sandwich, what are you talking about?! Another match?! I've already got Tj Jones, you moron. How can there be another match?
Corey Page: Well, y'see... it was signed beforehand. Before you even advanced. And, well... the match will occur immediately before your Television Title match.
Corey Ashton's annoyance grows, not liking these latest developments.
Corey Ashton: What?! Against who?! Is this even legal?! Where's my contract?!
At first, Corey Page hesitates to respond, looking sheepishly at his sandwich, which lays in a snowbank.
Corey Page: You're facing... Morgana.
Corey Ashton's face reddens, as he begins to snarl.
Corey Ashton: Are you kidding me?! Morgana...?! Morgana...?!
He goes to place his hands on Corey Page, wanting to wring his neck; but he thinks again.
Corey Ashton: ...Morgana...
A smile appears on his face.
Corey Ashton: ...Morgana... I'll break her in fucking two pieces. Yes, then I'll beat Tj Jones...
He steps away from Corey Page.
Corey Ashton: I'll show her that I have the endurance. That I can break her pretty little skull. At the end of the night, I'll snap her in two... and become Television Champion. This is the best news I've ever heard.
Smirking, he awkwardly slaps Corey Page on the back and walks off, thinking about ripping Morgana apart.
Corey Ashton: This will be excellent...
As Corey Ashton walks off, Corey Page picks up his sandwich, looks at it and contemplates eating it.
Corey Page: Maybe just one bite...
...
Corey Page: Naahhhhh...
Sadly, Corey Page sneaks one bite, heaves the sandwich into the trash and then walks off, as well.
It is also a shame for the man swathed in black, the newly reinstated Jean-Paul Lacklan, as he was looking for them, as well. Lacklan walks up to their belongings, noting the small gym bag, which has a picture of Stevie Swing doing her best goatse impression on the outside of it.
Lacklan pulls his right arm out of his sleeve, showing a folded piece of paper. He unfolds it, looking at the writing inside. It reads, as follows...
Lacklan refolds the paper and places it with Stevie Swing's bag and walks away.
4-Corner Strap Match
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, where she rolls into the ring, listening to the rabid jeers and taunts from the crowd. Arguing with the fans, she soon turns back around, allowing for the referee to tie one end of the leatherstrap around her wrist, while waiting for the World Champ.
All My Life I been searching for something...
Something never comes, never leads to nothing...
Nothing satisfies, but I'm gettin close...
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
The words MADE FOR TV appear on the screen as the lights in the arena slowly began to dim and "All My Life" by the Foo Fighters progresses on. An array of baby blue lasers shoot into various directions, moving about, in time with the rhythm of the music.
As the song drops in, explosions go off, as Sebastian York makes his way to the top of the ramp, rocking out to the music, showing off his World Title. 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, removing his title, which Stevie glares hungrily at. Handing off the title, Stevie holds out his right hand, allowing the referee to tie the other end of the strap to his wrist, officially bonding he and Stevie together.
This time, there will be no escape for Stevie Swing, who is standing across from York, ready to do battle, waiting for the bell to ring. Once it does, she jettisons across the canvas, running towards York, who instantly ducks underneath a swinging double-axehandle blow from the former World Champ.
Spinning around, York looks to do damage to Stevie, but is surprised when she doubles up a portion of the strap and uses it to swing at his head, trying to slap him across the face. Thinking fast, York ducks below the leather whip and spins around for the second straight time, allowing him to knee Stevie in the gut, making her halt her attempt at trying to whip him. Furthermore, he kicks her legs out from under her, dropping her on her back and then lifts her up, only to place her across his left knee, smacking and slapping her rear-end, much to the raucous cheering of the crowd!
When he releases her, she angrily goes to roll out of the ring, but is stopped, all thanks to being strapped to York, who pulls her back inside. Slapping and chopping her across the chest, York places her against the ropes and whips her out. Luckily, there's enough slack for her to bound all the way towards the ropes, where she jumps onto the middle rope and goes to leap back...
...only to have Sebastian abruptly put an end to that, as well!
With a great tug, York flings Stevie back, not allowing her to fly, dropping her hard onto the canvas! Picking her up, York scoops her into the air and bodyslams her back down. Bouncing off the adjacent set of ropes, he returns with a falling-forearm drop and then proceeds to pepper Stevie with fists!
Standing to his feet, Sebastian looks into the corner, following one of the rules of the match -- that you must touch each of the 4-corners in succession, if you wish to be the victor. Slapping the first corner, he heads towards the adjacent corner, wanting to tap that one, as well.
...but it isn't enough! As Sebastian steps over the strap, Stevie lifts upward, crotching him with the strap!
Biding her time wisely, she charges towards York, hops on his back and begins strangling him with the strap. This clever attack is good enough to catch York off balance, while holding his crotch, bringing him down to a kneeling position. Grabbing him by the hair, Stevie pulls him into the corner and yells at him.
Stevie Swing: You want to touch the turnbuckle? Here you go, you crusty-haired douchebag.
Bam!
She smacks his face off the middle rope, keeping him trapped against the corner. In here, Stevie kicks York across the back of his skull, even using the middle rope to propel herself into the air, nailing him with a second kick to the neck/back! After delivering a few more knees, she stumbles out, proud to have York doubled-over, in the corner.
Moving into the opposite corner, Stevie happily slaps it and goes for the second buckle.
Nonetheless, Carson sets the chair upon the entrance area and sits on it, watching the match with great detail.
On the other hand, this allows for Sebastian York to recouperate, giving the World Champ the ability to charge out of the corner, nailing a spin-wheel kick! Both York and Swing fall to the canvas, with Sebastian being the first to rise. Right off the bat, he lifts Stevie up and begins whipping her with the strap, forcing her against the ropes, where she tries to escape.
Jumping over the middle rope, Stevie tries to go to the floor, attempting to run away from York's offense, but it's not good enough. The World Champ pulls back, with Stevie doing her best to yank back. Placing both feet on the apron, she hangs off the ledge, trying to pull York to the outside. However, that's when York simply decides to... let go.
PLOP!
Thanks to the increase of slack, Stevie Swing plummets to the floor, landing on her back, getting everyone to laugh at her expense, including Chris Carson, who joyfully watches Swing fall on her asshole. The champ wisely begins pulling on her back, lifting her back to her feet, dragging her back into the ring, where he connects with some kicks and stomps.
Lifting Stevie to her feet, York makes sure she remains on the outer portion of the apron, allowing him to make his rounds, tapping the turnbuckle pads.
York touches one...
...makes his way to the second turnbuckle, which is adjacent to the first, and slaps it.
Moving to the next adjacent corner, York slaps that one, as well; leaving one more.
Reaching out, York tries to tap it, but it's to no avail; Stevie has herself pretzeled around the ropes, disabling him from advancing. Instead, he turns around, opting to charge towards Stevie, who is just now dislodging herself from the ropes. Thankfully for her, she sees him coming, allowing her to snake out of the way, knocking him against one of the turnbuckles he has already touched!
Re-entering the ring, Stevie runs around in a circle and then charges towards York, nailing him with a running-dropkick into the corner! Flipping off York's chest, Stevie leaps to the outer portion of the apron, landing on his feet. Before wrapping the strap around York's neck, Stevie points at "The Creep" and winks at him.
Unable to breathe, York kicks and convulses, trying to free himself. Sadly, Stevie hangs from the ring, choking York until froth trickles from his mouth. In a desperate attempt to fight back, Sebastian York sends some elbows to Stevie's head, trying to pry her claws off him, but she continues to choke him.
Not liking this, Chris Carson stands from his seat and begins making his way down towards the ringside area. Getting closer and closer, "The Creep" is near the ring, when Stevie reluctantly turns around, trying to kick him away. Fortunately for the World Champ, this allows him to get a quick dosage of oxygen, provoking him to wrap a portion of the strap around Stevie's neck and forcefully yank her into the ring!
Using a stiff kick to the head, York dizzies Stevie and lifts her up. Pulling her near, he proceeds to lift her up into a standing fireman's carry position, looking to hit the "Made For TV"!
At once, Stevie begins writhing around, trying to slide out of his grasps. In the heat of things, Stevie commences recklessly kneeing York in the side of his head, coupling that with some MMA-like elbows! Dazed, Sebastian York has no other choice to throw York out, looking for his move. At the last second, though; Stevie wraps the strap around York's neck and rolling snap mares him to the canvas!
At the same time, both competitors pop back up and run toward each other. Ducking beneath a clothesline from York, Stevie traverses into the corner and slaps her hand off one of the turnbuckle pads.
Seeing Stevie tap the buckle, York rushes in at her. Steve is also aware of this, making her wisely jump onto the middle turnbuckle, springboard back, land on York's back and then jump off. Using this momentum, she is able to run directly into the opposite corner, where she slaps her hand off the second turnbuckle pad.
Trying to create more slack on her strap, she runs into the adjacent corner and slaps the third turnbuckle. Just one more to go.
Looking across the ring, at the last remaining turnbuckle pad, she decides to run. It's a bad decision, as York comes charging out, spearing her off her feet, sending her twirling through the air!
Grimacing on the floor, "The Creep" soon turns this painful expression to joy, watching as Sebastian York picks Stevie up and whips her into the ropes. Once she returns, he hops into the air, turns around and nails a leaping back-elbow, catching her in the face, knocking the former champ onto her back!
Slowly rising, York stumbles over to Stevie, grabs both of her feet and begins using the leatherstrap to tie both of her legs together. Using all of his might, he now begins dragging her across the ring, enabling him to touch the first turnbuckle, to much fanfare.
He continues to drag her to the adjacent corner, where he slaps the second turnbuckle pad.
Turning again, he looks to his left, seeing the third turnbuckle pad. Exasperated, he begins dragging her across the ring, with Stevie figuring out her predicament, prompting her to start squirming and wiggling once more.
Even so, Sebastian York drags her from one end of the ring to the other, slapping the third buckle.
With one corner to go, he looks at the final turnbuckle and goes to progress towards it. Unfortunately for him, Stevie Swing has grabbed a firm grip on the bottom rope, relenting to release her grip. Extending his arm, York tries to slap the fourth turnbuckle pad, but Stevie fights it off...
Opting to turn around and face Stevie, York grabs her feet, which are still tied together and attempts tp pluck her away from the ropes. Instead of hanging on, though; Stevie shows resilience!
With her feet bound together, Stevie uses this to mule-kick Sebastian York in the chest, sending him stumbling backward. Furthermore, Stevie jumps to her feet, untangling herself from the strap and bounds towards York, striking him with "The Last Dance"!
...which, unfortunately, sends him stumbling into the fourth and final corner, allowing him to tap the top turnbuckle, getting the victory!
When the announcement is made, Stevie Swing jumps to her feet, outraged at the result. Nailing the referee with "The Last Dance", she charges in at Sebastian York, who is laying against the turnbuckles, in a haze. Going nuts, she strikes with repeated fists, even using the strap as a whip, wanting to exact revenge on the current World Champ.
Strike after strike, she wallops York; only to be stopped by Chris Carson, who slides into the ring, catching Stevie with a vicious clothesline to the back of her neck! Much to the joy of the fans, Carson halts Stevie Swing, who immediately tries to flee the ring; but thanks to the strap and still being connected to Sebastian York, she can not escape. As a result, "The Creep" begins beating the hell out of Stevie, much to the delight of the crowd, who are on their feet, watching Carson gain some revenge.
His angst shines through; especially when he literally rips the strap off Stevie's and York's arm, using it to strangle her. With the strap around Swing's neck, Carson begins beating and punching her; eventually dumping her over the top rope, tying one end of the leash to the middle rope, resulting in Stevie being hanged!
Kicking and screaming for life and for oxygen, Stevie cannot run away. She can only face the brunt of "The Creep"'s blows, as he reaches over the ropes, continuing to kick the snot out of her.
In the midst of all this, Sebastian York has also gotten back to his feet. Seeing Stevie hang, he motions in, wanting to get some, too. He attempts to move in, wanting to strike Stevie, but "The Creep" pushes him away.
For the second time, York tries to shove his way into the mix, wanting to strike Stevie Swing.
But "The Creep" pushes him aside, once more, resuming his attack on Stevie.
For the third time in a row, Sebastian York steps in front of "The Creep", which officially pushes Carson over the edge. Turning around, "The Creep" wallops Sebastian York with a stiff-punch, kicks him in the gut and then lays York out with "The C.C. Bomb"!
By this time, a myriad of officials have come down to the ringside area, trying to get under control. Despite winning the match, Sebastian York -- the World Champ -- has been laid out by Chris Carson, who has also left Stevie Swing literally hanging.
The final image of tonight's show is that of Stevie Swing's feet slowly coming to a stop, unable to receive any oxygen, as she is slung over the top rope, hanging by her neck.
Winner: Sebastian York
