Event Date: Sunday, March 13th, 2009
Theme Song: Strung Out - "Bring Out Your Dead"
Standing in the ring is the new Television Champion, Corey Ashton, title slung over his left shoulder, holding a microphone in his right hand. Looking pleased, he disregards the jeers from the fans in attendance and begins speaking.
Corey Ashton: On behalf of the new Television Champion... and the man that crippled Morgana -- aka ME -- I'd like to introduce everyone to the new Sin Wrestling World Champion... he is my partner... my brother in arms... he is "The Creep"... Chris Carson...!
The jeers swiftly change to cheers, as Theory Of A Dead Man's "Invisible Man" charges onto the speakers. Pushing his way through the curtains, holding the World Title in the air, is Chris Carson, who walks to the ring, crippling just a tad, still feeling the after-effects of his cage match.
In the meantime, Corey Ashton remains in the ring, clapping as "The Creep" walks to the ringside area, slapping the hands of several fans, and ultimately rolling into the ring, where he gets a loud applause.
Fans: CREEP! CREEP! CREEP! CREEP!
Standing in the glow and admiration, Chris Carson soaks up the adoration. Soon, Corey Ashton interjects, forcing himself to talk over the cheering.
Corey Ashton: "Creep", I just want to be the first person, inside of this ring, to congratulate you on your title victory. So, put it here, champ.
Corey reaches out with his right hand, giving his partner a firm handshake. Still with hands interlocked, Corey speaks to "The Creep".
Corey Ashton: With all that said, you're going to let me have the first shot at that title, aren't you?
As serious as can be, Corey pops the question at "The Creep", who retrieves the microphone, trying to pull away from Corey's hand. Unfortunately, the grasp remains.
Chris Carson: First of all, I want to thank the fans for supporting me and my family. As for that title shot, well...
He finally pulls his hand free from Corey's grasp.
Chris Carson: You'll get it in due time. As for tonight, we've got to worry about Declan Turner and Casanova. We've got to team together to take them out.
Corey continues to eye Corey Ashton suspiciously. However, "Like Yeah (DT Remix) by Tech N9ne hits and Declan Turner comes walking out, holding a microphone of his own. Confused, both Carson and Ashton look towards the entrance, watching as Declan walks to the ringside area and climbs into the ring.
Declan Turner: Whoa, whoa, whoa. There'll be no one taking me out.
Declan talks in a sullen voice.
Declan Turner: You two, however; will be taken out, even if I have to do it myself. As a matter of fact, one of you are wearing something I want.
Slowly, he points his fingers at both men opposite of him, finally stopping on Corey Ashton.
Declan Turner: The World Title will be mine soon enough; but right now, I want that Television Title.
Without saying a word, Corey steps up, about to go after Declan, wanting to respond to his challenge. He is immediately halted by his partner, Chris Carson, because Casanova has now made his way out.
Walking down the ring, wrapping barbed-wire around his own fist, Casanova smirks, looking hard at his nemesis and partner for tonight -- Declan Turner. "The Creep" and Corey step back, watching as Casanova steps onto the ring steps, about to make his entrance.
Not only does Casanova glare at Declan, but he also takes a glance at the World Title held by Chris Carson. Until... Beethoven's "The Moonlight Sonata," as performed by the indy rock group Inverse, hits the speakers.
Slowly, but surely, Jean-Paul Lacklan saunters out onto the stage, stepping towards the ring, eventually getting into the ring, taking a stance opposite of Declan Turner, but adjacent to the S.O.S. members. He also has a microphone.
Jean-Paul Lacklan: Excuse me, but no one will be getting a title shot here, except for me. As a matter of fact, I seem to recall me beating him...
Lacklan points at Casanova.
Jean-Paul Lacklan: If anyone deserves a shot at any title, it's me.
Just as those words echo out from underneath his alabaster mask, “Chick Habit” by April March pumps through the P.A., sending the fans into another ruckus. The star-power at ringside is amplified by the arrival of Stevie Swing, who angrily stomps out from the back, walks past Casanova, who remains on the ring step and slides into the ring.
With haste, she snatches the microphone out of Lacklan's hand, getting into his face.
Stevie Swing: Whoa, whoa, whoa, chucklefuck. I never had my return shot. So, screw you...
Stevie points at Casanova.
Stevie Swing: Screw you...
She points at Declan Turner.
Stevie Swing: Screw you...
She points at Corey Ashton.
Stevie Swing: And, most of all, screw you!
Instead of pointing, she slaps Lacklan, her hand striking against his mask. In retaliation, Lacklan grabs onto her and begins throttling her throat with his right hand!
Next, "Critical Acclaim" by Avenged Sevenfold plays, leading Roxy Erikson to rush out, drinking from a large bottle of wine. This quick introduction forces Lacklan to release his hold on Stevie, making him turn his head to the incoming Roxy Erikson, who immediately slides into the ring, standing in front of "The Creep".
Roxy, having just returned from a stint in jail, takes the microphone from "The Creep"'s hand.
Roxy Erikson: To hell with all these faggots, I deserve a shot!
Having pushed herself away from Jean-Paul Lacklan, Stevie storms over to Roxy.
Stevie Swing: Hell no! You just came back from being prison raped! You don't deserve shit!
Roxy Erikson: Oh yeah?
Just then, Chris Carson grabs the microphone, getting an applause from the fans.
Chris Carson: Wait just a damn second. If I have to, I'll take every single damn one of you on!
This prompts a miffed look to appear on Corey Ashton's face, as he steps in front of "The Creep", shaking his head -- "no", wanting the title shot.
Corey Ashton: No! It should be me!
The fans jeer Corey's persistance. Again, they're instantly quelled by the arrival of someone else, as "Circus" by Britney Spears begins playing on the speakers.
With the fans heralding her arrival by standing on their feet, Morgana gingerly walks to the ring, showing the damage done onto her back by Corey Ashton, who stands in the ring, looking annoyed. Turning away from "The Creep", Corey stands back and watches as Morgy rolls into the ring, getting her own microphone. She looks at Stevie Swing, who makes a Jewish "speak to the hand" motion; gets looked down upon by Jean-Paul Lacklan; and receives some harsh words from Roxy Erikson, including the terms "slut", "whore", and "cumbag".
Finally, she takes her microphone, stands across from Corey Ashton and "The Creep", almost bumping Roxy Erikson to the side, and begins to talk.
Morgana: [referring to "The Creep"] I'm not out here for your title. What I'm really out here is for you
She points directly at Corey Ashton.
Morgana: I don't care about titles. I don't care about your Television Title. You tried to break my back... I'm going to try and break your face.
Boom!
Like a wild animal, Morgana drops the microphone and leaps towards Corey Ashton, much to the joy of the crowd! This search for revenge ignites a wild brawl inside of the ring, including Casanova sneaking inside and attacking Declan Turner; Stevie Swing jumping "The Creep"; Roxy jumping on Lacklan's back, etc.
This all-out raucous brings the fans to their feet, cheering on their favourites, as the brawling continues inside the ring. On the large Sin Wrestling, the face of Corey Page pops up, looking uite bothered.
Corey Page: Stop! Stop! Jesus! Stop!
No one listens to Corey's words, as the fighting continues.
Corey Page: For the love of God, fucking stop!
It still continues.
Reluctant, Corey Page pulls out a whistle and blows into it, scaring the shit out of everyone in the ring. At once, they come to a halt, looking at the screen.
Corey Page: Fucking finally! Now to get down to business.
Everyone in the ring remains still, listening to Corey Page's words.
Corey Page: First off... "The Creep". In coming weeks, we'll see who gets the title shot at your belt at the next pay per view, which, incidentally, is Over The Top Rope. That leads me to my next announcement.
He clears his throat, while stuffing his whistle back into his pocket.
Corey Page: As usual, the main event of Over The Top Rope will be a Battle Royal. This match will be for the Sin Trophy; and the winner gets the right to choose whatever match they want for Vanity.
Everyone in the ring looks joyed by this.
Corey Page: Pinfalls will be allowed in the match, which means if you're pinned, you lose your title... if you have one. Even the World Champion will be in this match, giving him or her the chance to become the Sin Trophy winner. Last year, Stevie won. The year before that, Morgana won. Heck, even Casanova, who doesn't even like the Sin Wrestling stipulations, is a winner. And I'm damn sorry about that. You want to go by your own rules? Well, I don't care. Go ahead. It's fine by me. As long as you don't kill someone, I'm happy.
In the ring, Casanova smirks, while nodding.
Corey Page: Oh, by the way, this little feud between you and Declan, Casanova... yeah, it's coming to a head at Over the Top Rope. Beat the hell out of each other. No rules. No disqualification. Blood... violence... hell, I don't care. I guess you could say you both have "unfinished business".
Having exited to the floor, Declan looks up at Casanova, nodding his head in approval.
Corey Page: Just don't blame me if neither of you can crawl to the ring for the battle royal!
Next, Corey Page turns to Corey Ashton and Morgana.
Corey Page: As for Corey Ashton, if you want a shot at "The Creep", you're gonna have to earn it.
Looking dismayed at this fact, Corey Ashton points to the Television Title.
Corey Page: And I know Morgy is pissed about your little sneak attack. So, well, both of you ramble on about endurance... then so be it. Months ago, Corey came to me in the backstage area, wanting an "Ashton Endurance Match" and I agreed to it. Unfortunately, he got barbecued, all thanks to Declan Turner.
On the outside, Declan gleefully smiles.
Corey Page: A promise is a promise. So, without further ado, I'm officially announcing Corey Ashton... versus Morgana... Ashton Endurance Match... at Over The Top Rope!
The fans let out a solid cheer, as Morgana and Corey Ashton simply go eye-to-eye, refusing to show too much emotion. In the meantime, Stevie Swing is becoming aggravated and wants information.
Stevie Swing: What about me?! Don't I deserve my rematch?! I have a clause! It should be in my contract!
Perplexed, Corey Page doesn't know how to respond.
Corey Page: I... err... uh... well... tonight, you face Jean-Paul Lacklan!
Knowing the history between the two, Stevie Swing stomps on the canvas, like a woman on the rag. She howls out in rage and anger, not liking this whatsoever.
Stevie Swing: I want that title shot!
Corey Page: I... uh... well... sorry?
Stevie Swing: That doesn't cut it!
Jean-Paul Lacklan stands amidst the fray, looking quite pleased with this announcement. Eyeing Stevie, he goes to grab onto her, but she hastily hops out of the ring, beginning to walk to the back, looking visibly agitated.
Corey Page: As for you, Roxy, you have a match right now.
The camera switches to Roxy Erikson, bottle of wine in hand, looking quite smug.
Corey Page: While it's true that you've just been sprung from jail, I gotta admit that you do deserve a title shot. That's why, if you win this match, I'm letting you go one-on-one with Crux, who won't stop trying to hug me, for some gayfully awful reason.
Looking somewhat pleased with his, Roxy nods.
Corey Page: You want to become the new Ultraviolence Champ? Then you'll face to face the devastatingly harsh reality of facing... uh...
Corey looks at his script.
Corey Page: ...Jim Cross!
A look of confusion spreads across his face.
Corey Page: Who the Jesus? Actually, nevermind. Just beat up Jim Ross and you get an Ultraviolence Title Match, okay?
Roxy abides by these plans, as she takes another drop of alcohol.
Corey Page: As for everyone, except for Roxy, get out of the ring, we have a match.
No one moves.
Corey Page: ...Please?
With that, everyone begins to disperse. The first to the back is Jean-Paul Lacklan, glad to fight Stevie Swing. The next to go is Morgana, knowing she'll have a chance for revenge on Corey Ashton, for trying to injure her.
After this, Declan Turner exits, with a scratch across his forehead, making sure to walk backwards, smart enough to keep an eye on Casanova, who still have his hand wrapped in barbed-wire. Once he passes through the curtain and to the back, Casanova exits the ring, pushing his way past his two opponents for tonight, Corey Ashton and Chris Carson. Casanova hops the ring railing, carelessly shoving fans aside, and returns to the shadows.
As for the Television and World Champ, they are the last to exit, with Carson taking time to celebrate with the fans, something Corey Ashton doesn't respond well to. Trying to pry Carson to the back, the S.O.S. members finally exit the surrounding area, leaving Roxy alone, ready for her match.
"Here Comes the Boom" by POD plays and Jim Cross comes out, walking slowly to the ring. There's no cocky bantering, no fighting with the fans, he just comes out and walks towards into ring, ready to kick some ass.
Surprisingly, however, Roxy is all ready to pounce, running toward the ropes to dive over them. While Cross is surprised by the quick maneuver, his size allows him to catch Roxy in the air. Holding her high in the air, he lumbers over to one of the turnbuckle posts to slam Roxy against the post.
Roxy, however, is rocking her body and manages to slides up and get her legs around Cross's neck. She uses her momentum to give him a hurracanrana, the big guy stumbling forward and slamming his forehead against the post!
Roxy manages to slide to her feet as the debut for Cross starts awkwardly. Roxy gets a few kicks to Cross's ribcage, her snap kicks not letting up. The bell finally rings to start the match, and Roxy gets into the ring before Cross can stir.
...1...2...3...4... The referee starts to count, but Cross, whose head has already been cracked open, blood down his nose, manages to roll in at 4.
Roxy keeps her distance, getting kicks in against Cross's ribcage again, but backs off every now and then like a karate fighter. Cross is half-blind with his own blood, but manages to lift his leg up for a big boot, only for Roxy to duck the kick, stop on a dime, and rip her fingernails down Cross's back!
Cross howls out and swings wildly behind him, only to clothesline the referee, who had been a bit too close to the action! With Cross distracted and the referee knocked out, Roxy lines up, her next kick right between Cross's legs! Most of the crowd winces in pain from the kick to Cross's cajones.
Roxy dashes over to the turnbuckles and mounts them, waiting for the bent-over Cross to approach. She leaps off the top turnbuckle and drives Cross's forehead to the mat with her "Roxy Ride"!
As she climbs onto Cross, the crowd counts the three-count for her, but there is no ref to make the call! She finally watches another ref slide into the ring for the count...
...1...2...3!
Cross manages to toss Roxy off of him, but a second too late. Roxy rolls out of the ring from the toss and lands on her feet, then gets her arm raised by the original referee. She grits her teeth in a feral grin, the crowd disinterested in her win as she walks to the back. Cross is left to adjust his eggshells, the big man still in pain from Roxy's kick. As angry as he is at the mocking crowd after his match, he hobbles up the ramp, still half-blind from blood.
Winner: Roxy Erikson
Crux: Boy, Corey, you sure were mad at everyo--
As he steps in through the door, he suddenly stops talking, once he notices newcomer, Chase Martelle, standing next to Corey. Together, they seem to be signing her contract. However, to Crux, it seems like something more lascivious is going on.
Crux: Uhm... what's going on here? Did I interrupt something?
Confused, Corey responds.
Corey Page: Uh... no.
Crux: Sure... sure... I guess you were too busy with her to train me.
Corey Page: ...but we don't even have a training scheduled for tonight.
Crux: Uh huh.
Weirded out by Crux, Chase Martelle shrugs, takes her contract and leaves.
Chase Martelle: Eh, I guess my first match is next...
Corey Page: Yup, good luck.
Chase skips off, headed towards the entrance area, leaving Crux standing next to Corey.
Crux: "Good luck"? You never say that to me.
Corey Page: Uh... okay.
Crux: Hmmph.
Scratching the back of his neck, Corey has no idea how to respond. Upon seeing this, Crux thinks he has a kink and offers a massage.
Crux: Oh, are you sore? Do you want me to massage you?!
Crux places his hand on Corey's neck, but is quickly swatted away.
Corey Page: What the hell? No!
Crux: ...Oh...
Beneath his mask, Crux looks glum, but Corey is quick to cheer him up, stifling the awkwardness.
Corey Page: Hey! You know what! You should go out there now and wrestle! You can fight her and that guy you struck at the pay per view!
Crux: What?! But that guy is a maniac! Why would do this to me?!
Corey Page: It'll be good for you! Now, go!
Crux: But... but...
Corey Page: Go!
Corey points Crux off, leading him away. Crux is unable to say anything else, as he walks towards the entrance, forced into the upcoming match.
Triple Threat Match
A soft haze of violet lights strobe throughout the arena, illuminating the etrance ramp and aisleway to ringside.
The entrance ramp is suddenly flooded with a slow-moving fog, creeping its way down the aisleway, settling at the empty passes at ring-side.
A streak of red pyrotechnics explodes in-tempo with the sudden explosion of bass and drums blaring through the venue.
"Eet the Children" is in full swing, "The Bitch" Chase Martelle exits the gorilla postion and saunters seductively to the top of the ramp. Chase peers out to the crowd, soaking in their adulation then brandishing her trademark, devilish grin in reply. She calmly strolls to the ring with a confident air in each step. As she reaches the ring, Chase slowly and deliberately slides head first under the bottom rope, lifting her butt in the air, much to the delight of the male populace in attendance. She acknowledges the crowd one final time with another seductive pose, then adjourns to an unoccupied ring corner to commence with her pre-match warm-up stretches.
HIT MY FUCKIN' MUSIC
The sounds of "Flesh and Blood" by Reveille plays on the speakers. After several tense seconds, Jacob "The Pitbull" Torruro walks out, looking to deliver a beating to whomever is in the ring. Around his neck, he carries a steel chain, which he removes once he rolls inside. Stepping into the corner, he angrily tests out the ropes, leans back like a bloodthirsty animal, and awaits the start of the match.
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 ink blot 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.
The bell immediately sounds and the competitors circle each other. Martelle goes on the offensive and charges directly at Turruro. However, Jacob is having none of that; and makes Chase eat a vicious back hand, making her hit the canvas, hard from the embarrassing slap.
Meanwhile, out of nowhere, Crux comes flying in from the side and smashes Turroro in the side of the face with a punch. Torroro shakes it off and responds with a quick leg to Crux's right leg.
The loud smacking sound emits through the arena to a pop. Crux staggers towards the rope with "The Pitbull" in tow. Turruro sends an elbow into Crux's face that takes the Ultraviolence Champion to the canvas. Martelle attempts to attack Jacob from behind, who simply throws his elbow backwards into her beautiful face.
"The Pitbull" is very impressive, so far. Jacob makes Crux eat a few more kicks and punches that keep the champion down on the mat. From here, Torruro picks up Crux, who finally mounts some offense, by raking Turruro in the eyes. J
Showing some human traits, Jacob staggers backwards in agony. Crux comes charging in quickly, only to have his arms trapped by Turruro and recieve some vicious short-range headbutts.
Crux crumbles to the mat after four or four vicious shots, with Turruro turning his attention to Chase Martelle, who has finally made it back to her feet. Holding onto her hair, Jacob yanks her down between his legs and double underhooks both her arms. Chase struggles in vain to get free as Jacob rams his knees violently into Martelle's face, striking her recklessly and repeatedly!
The official is dangerously close to stopping the match, when Crux pops up and kicks the back of Turroro's kneecap, bringing him sharply down to the mat. Therefore, "The Pitbull" releases his grip on Martelle as Crux immediately traps the former pit fighter by the head and snaps him over for a lightning fast suplex.
Floating over, the overjoyed hooks a leg and makes a cover...
...1...
No...!
Turruro doesn't even let it get to a two-count before muscling out of Crux's pinfall!
Jumping up, Crux hurries to his feet and beats Jacob to a stand. The Ultraviolence Champion takes the wind out of Turruro by thrusting his hands into his neck with a throat-chop, stumbling him backward. After being hit with a dropkick, Turruro flops into the corner, as Crux hurries to his feet once more.
However, Turruro keeps coming like a horro-slasher film. "The Pitbull" is relentless, as he flies out of the corner, while Crux is just coming in with a vicious kneelift to the body. Crux doubles over from pain and Jacob continues the assault by latching onto the champion quickly with both arms. Crux attempts to fight out of but is hoisted directly over Turruro's head and into the mat with a beautiful overhead belly-to-suplex that garners a pop.
"The Pitbull" stands up to his feet and completely ignores the impressed crowd. He locks his eyes on a recovering Chase Martelle. 'The Bitch' is being treated like one, when Turruro comes in with a fury of slaps to the face!
Chase Martelle attempts a comeback by trading punches, but Turruro is the far superior striker. The beautiful woman is taken down to the mat with a well placed punch to the temple.
Turruro doesn't let up, either. He peels Martelle off the mat and sends her over the top rope by her hair. Chase violenty hits the apron and slinks off to the floor below.
Jacob turns around, ready to continue the match, only to be met by the resilent champion -- Crux!
Crux engages in a lock up, spins around Jacob and hooks him by the waist. Turruro sends a few jabbing elbows backwards into Crux's head, but the champion hangs on. Crux finally jerks Turruro up into the air and onto the mat with a German suplex. Crux bridges for the pinfall!
...1...2...
Not tonight, baby!
Turruro angrily jerks out of the pinfall!
Both men scramble to their feet. They reach it roughly the same time. Turruro attempts a right hand, but Crux ducks it and rams his head right into Jacob's stomach, like a battering ram. Turruro lets out a small gasp as Crux flies right back in for another shot to the solarplex.
Crux stands to his feet now to the dazed Turruro. Crux goes to toss "The Pitbull" over with a hip toss, but Jacob swings around into a backslie!
The count is made...!
...1...2...!
He kicks out!
Before both men can rise, Chase Martelle resurfaces from out of nowhere. She attempts to grab Crux from behind with a waistlock, but Crux easily out0muscles her out of; and turns to kick the bitch right in the gut.
The Ultraviolence Champion then pulls Martelle between his legs and wraps her arms in a straightjacket hold. He then promptly piledrives Martelle into the mat with his straitjacket piledriver! Upon reaching his feet, Crux throws his arms into the air... but Turruro comes in from behind and clubs the back of the champ!
"The Pitbull" attempts to open Crux from behind with a few punche, but he manages to turn around to face his attacker. The champion seems to have enough of Turruro's striking and wildly starts throwing punches back. He even manages to clip "The Pitbull" with a crisp right hand! Turruro stumbles in a daze as Crux fires another punch into his face.
Crux continues his assault on "The Pitbull", dropping him to his knees, showing an improvement in his skills, even spapping in the face. In response to this, Turruro angrily punches Crux in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him! This blow forces Crux to fall on his knees, as well; making the two men begin firing away at each other!
Thanks to the exchanging shots, Jacob gets the upper hand by jerking his head forward and headbutting Crux right in the center of his ink-blot mask. Crux crumbles onto the mat while Jacob stands up, reaches down to the Ultraviolence Champion and jerks him up to a standing position. Sending a foot into Crux's mid section, Jacob grabs on and DDTs him!
...but he doesn't release the hold! Instead, he wraps his legs around Crux's body, squeezing him tight with the Guillotine Submission! Moving in, the referee checks on Crux's condition, seeing if he will tap.
Of course, with nowhere to go and with oxygen running out, Crux is forced to tap out! Right away, the referee calls for the bell, giving the match to Jacob Turruro.
The bell rings and the match is given to Jacob... but he doesn't release the hold. Yelling out some derogatory terms, Jacob continues tugging and wrenching on Crux, like an anaconda.
The referee moves in, trying to get him to release the hold... but to no avail. In the end, the referee is forced to reverse the decision, thus giving Crux the victory!
A horde of ringside officials have piled into the ring and finally get Jacob to release his move. Turruro, angered at the outcome, turns his sights on the six or seven officials in the ring. Turruro punches and kicks his way through them all.
The last thing seen is Turruro tossing one of the officials right over the top rope to complete anarchy, while a nearly crippled Crux rolls to the floor, falls to his knees and grabs his Ultraviolence Title.
The parting shot for this scene is that of Jacob Turruro knocking out an official, while Crux crawls to the back.
Winner: Crux (via DQ)
Chris Carson: You drinkin' your milk?...Good. Be sure to eat cookies with 'em too. You need sugar and meat to grow up strong.
Carson nods as he turns around, the picture of his son on the front, all while the World Title hangs on his free shoulder.
Chris Carson: Yeah, I got the drawin'. You're the best at usin' those crayons, pal. Just don't write on the walls...
Carson nods again, rubbing his forehead.
Chris Carson: Okay, don't write on the walls ANYMORE, okay? Now, put your mother on...yeah, love you, big guy. Get well soon.
Carson polishes up the gold while he waits. Chris Carson: Yeah, yeah. Hey, Jules...seriously, I'm glad you're takin' care of him. Just let him watch me on TV, okay?...Naw, I promise I'll visit. Carson shakes his head a bit more.
Chris Carson: No, no. That's not gonna happen. You're gonna see a different Carson. You are gonna see a Carson that still kicks ass in the ring and takes names when he gets called out. You are gonna see a Carson that has to pull out the stops, even if it means a cheap shot every now and then, perhaps a sledgehammer to the kneecap. But you're also gonna see an unselfish Carson. This ain't about me anymore. I'm wrestlin' for reasons other than myself.
Carson waits for Julia to say her piece.
Chris Carson: Doin' this for him, Jules. I don't wanna see him in another hospital ever again, and that starts with me. Alcohol in moderation. Cut back on the smokes...and...uh...hold on...
Carson watches as Corey Ashton finally steps out into camera shot with the incredibly sparkling Television championship wrapped around his waist. Ashton struts into the area, poses a moment, then slowly takes his title off and slings it over his shoulder with a smile. Ashton’s focus then returns to the task at hand and stares directly at Chris Carson, who just waits for Corey to speak.
Corey Ashton: Viva La Mexico! Long live the pendejos!
Carson sighs heavily into his phone.
Chris Carson: I'll call you back.
Corey Ashton: Carson! Carson, my man! The World's Television Champion stands before you, a changed man! I have a new lease on life. Chris, I want you and every to know that our win has made me see the light. From now on, it's going to be even more partying! More fornicating! More making fun of dirty tortilla eating Mexicans like these!
The Mexican crowd is even more furious now as they watch this on the screen, threatening to a Pancho Villa type revolution right then and there. Corey snaps his fingers and motions off-camera. A few beautiful senoritas come into the area with oversized hats. One of the women puts a hat on Carson and the other puts one of Corey's head as well.
Corey Ashton: Let's bailamos!
Ashton drops the sombrero onto the floor. One of the ladies turns on a boom-box, and Corey starts to Chicken-Dance around the hat to a soundtrack. He fails pretty badly at the dance, stomping a few holes in the hat, enraging even more in the crowd to the point of revolt. Ashton stops after a while and returns to serious mode, pointing a finger at Carson.
Corey Ashton: Chris, I need to know this in front of every dirty Mexican in attendance. Are we going to run wild tonight or what?!
Carson contemplates this, rubbing his chin.
Chris Carson: Look, man, if you're askin' me if the S.O.S. is ready to reunite and beat some lawyer and vampire ass, I'm all for it! Automatic crowd pop!
Chris Carson: But if you're askin' me to go all Coyote Ugly on Mexico City, I'm gonna have to pass, man. The party life's not for me tonight. I just wanna celebrate my win my way.
Corey frowns at that, walks right up to Chris and stares into his eyes. He points at the world championship with his finger.
Corey Ashton: You know, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't even be world champion. This is how you repay me?
Chris Carson: Whoa, whoa, hold on, Ash. Look, man, we can party without the tequila. Don't you want to kick Dicklan's ass?
Cor-Ash raises his finger from the belt to the picture of Chris Jr. on Carson's shirt.
Corey Ashton: This has been the problem. You would rather deal with some snot nose kid then hang out with me. Was that little kid there when you needed somebody? WAS HE THERE TO HELP YOU? No. I was. Now you want to snub me again? Where do you get off, Creep?
Carson tries to calm Cor-Ash down, finally managing to grab Ashton by his shirt when Ashton makes this about his son.
Chris Carson: Hey, hey, HEY! Look, this "snot-nosed kid" is my son, got me? He has nothin' to do with it! Now, are we gonna argue about who helped who win titles, or are we gonna celebrate bein' gold-plated with a win?!
Corey has a fierce look over his expression. He reaches his hand to Carson's and takes it off his shirt. There's a tense moment of silence before Corey smiles. He reaches his hand up and shares a high five with The Creep.
Corey Ashton: Let's do it, Creep. Let's do what we know needs to be done.
Carson finally nods warily.
Chris Carson: You do that, man. The S.O.S. is risin' again.
Corey stares for the longest time at The Creep's, before finally snapping out his gaze. Carson turns to leave, only for Ashton to grab Carson's arm a moment.
Corey Ashton: Just remember one thing. You're welcome.
Ashton and Carson share a handshake, with Corey stepping back, exiting "The Creep"'s locker room area. Not looking where he's going, he stops and almost bumps into Casanova, who is heading down the hallway past him. The vampire steps aside, nodding quickly, but not even glancing in Ashton's direction.
Ashton, meanwhile, stays in place for a moment longer, until Casanova turns into a room down the hall. Corey slowly turns that way, staring down the hall for a long while, before shaking his head, as the camera fades to black.
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. Stevie rolls into the ring, striking a haughty pose, drawing an even more rabid response from the crowd. She then dances in the center of the ring until the fireworks and music stop.
Beethoven's "The Moonlight Sonata" as performed by the indie-rock group, Inverse, plays, but there is no fanfare. No dimming of the houselights, no purple spotlight and no Minions. Lacklan walks down to the ring, alone, his cowl pulled over his masked face. As he enters the ring, he simply slumps against his corner, waiting for the match to begin. After the bell sounds, Lacklan does not immediately attack; he starts slowly, taking the cowl away from his face to show his opponent the mask and horridly burned head that awaits them.
The two appear to hesitate in starting the action, Stevie eyeing Lacklan carefully as he rises from his corner, slowly stalking to the center of the ring. The action begins with a jolt, however; as Swing lunges suddenly toward Jean-Paul Lacklan. Lacklan appear to expect this, looking to latch onto Swing, but she slides right under him, popping to her feet before he can turn around!.
Stevie follows with a dropkick, which appears to jolt Lacklan off balance slightly, as he stumbles forward. Swing takes to the ropes, and on the rebound, leaps at him with a flying cross-body!.
Jean-Paul Lacklan doesn't move at all, as Swing literally bounces off of him. She looks somewhat stunned as she sits up, suddenly finding Lacklan's massive arms clamping around her neck! Nimbly throwing a kick over her head as she slips his grip, she jolts the big man back yet again..
Quickly flipping to her feet, Stevie keeps Lacklan on the defensive with a flurry of kicks, ending with a high air Shining Wizard that finally drops Lacklan to a knee! He quickly rises to his feet again, but Stevie's aiming to end things early as the Last Dance superkick races toward Lacklan's jaw!.
And it's caught! Lacklan smoothly grabs Swing by the heel and falls backward, throwing Swing with all of their combined momentum hard into the corner turnbuckle! The audience gasps as it feels as if the entire ring jolted with the hit!.
Lacklan's quick to his feet, and when he spots Swing, he realizes that she's still in the corner, slumped over the top turnbuckle. Lacklan makes his way to the opposite corner, before flipping toward her with unbelievable grace, landing a cartwheel elbow smash right into the back of her head and neck! He grabs her by the hair and fiercely slams her to the mat, before covering her!.
...1...2...
...KICKOUT!
Swing gets her shoulder up somehow!.
She's slow to rise, though; and Lacklan yanks her to her feet, again by her hair, and whips her to the ropes, screaming all the while! She ducks a huge clothesline from him on the rebound, and instead of bouncing off the opposite ropes, she leaps and springboards off, driving a dropkick right to Lacklan's chest!.
The force sends him staggering to the corner, but Stevie, even in pain, is quick to push the momentum. She lunges into him, driving a shoulder into his abdomen, before yanking his legs out from under him, which drops him to the mat on his back, with his head bouncing off the bottom turnbuckle!.
Swing takes to the air, leaping to the top turnbuckle almost with a handstand, before swinging downward suddenly, driving all of her momentum into a dropkick to Lacklan's face!.
He seems stunned from the quick flurry of offense, and Swing again looks to end things as quickly as possible, pulling him out of the corner by his legs, and then flipping over him for a cover!.
...1....
Lacklan kicks out with authority halfway to the two count! Swing shakes her head in irritation, before battering him repeatedly with kicks to the back and chest.
Fighting her off, he rises, nonetheless, under the onslaught, but staggers back until he finally halts her offense with a stiff knee to her ribs..
He pauses to catch his breath for a moment, which appears to be a mistake, as Swing is suddenly flying at him, and catches him with a hurracanrana! Her momentum carries her over the ropes, as she flips down, and it looks as if Lacklan's going to get dumped to the outside! He holds his balance, though, and her weight alone isn't enough to bring him down! He yanks her back atop his shoulders, looking to powerbomb her to the outside, instead!
Stevie fights manically, realizing the danger, striking Lacklan's scarred head over and over, but he rears back regardless, and snaps forward, driving her all the way to the arena floor, outside the ring, on her back and shoulders! The crowd seems awestruck, unsure of whether to cheer or boo such a devastating maneuver..
Jean-Paul Lacklan seems slow to react, staring down at Swing's motionless form for a few seconds, before sliding out the ring. He stands over her, and grabs her again by her hair, pulling her off the ground, only to smash his free hand hard into her face!
...And again!
...And again! The pummeling barely ceases to stop!
Even with their disdain for Swing, the crowd quickly turns hard on Lacklan, as he crushes fist-after-fist into Swing's face! He only stops when the referee forces him off, and checks on Stevie. Her nose and lips are bleeding, and her brow is split in at least one place, leaving her a bloody mess. The referee looks as if to call for the bell to stop the match...when Swing grabs him by the wrist, shaking him off!
The crowd grows in volume, still unwilling to entirely cheer for Stevie Swing, but certainly abuzz as she somehow shakes off the fierce battering from Lacklan! As for him, he turns, glaring at her, before charging at her and smashing his mask into her face with a gory headbutt! His mask is spattered red, as she collapses, and he almost carelessly lifts and rolls her into the ring..
He takes his time entering, going up the steps, before finally dragging her to the center of the ring, still apparently unconscious, and covering her.
...1...
The referee strikes the canvas once...
...2... ...twice...
...
...KICKOUT!
Lacklan sits up suddenly, glaring fiercely at the referee, who shakes his head, only holding up two fingers!
Other than fighting that shoulder up to kick out, Swing is barely stirring. Lacklan, quickly regaining his composure, gets to his feet, slowly stalking Stevie as she comes to. It takes what seems an eternity, but she finally makes her way onto her feet... and Lacklan wraps his arms around her neck, looking to deliver his Salvation neck crank!.
The referee flails wildly, appearing to tell Lacklan that he'll be disqualified if he does, but he shakes the man off, finally shoving him hard aside after too many complaints! The referee stumbles to the mat, appearing somewhat stunned...but Swing uses Lacklan's lapse of concentration to slip free!
She almost escapes his grasp completely, but he manages to grab an arm as she yanks away, which leads to her getting forceably whipped to the ropes! She ducks the big boot Lacklan aims at her, but as she leaps at him, after bouncing on the opposite ropes, she catches a face-full of purple mist! The referee doesn't see it happen, though!
Swing flops to the mat, blinded, missing her target. She staggers to her feet, trying to gain her bearings somehow, but Lacklan pummels her mercilessly with elbows! She's backed to the corner, where Lacklan delivers a spinning elbow to her bloodied face that has her blind and apparently stunned!
Whatever the reason, she slumps in the corner, unaware, as Lacklan rears back, and crushes her with an avalanche splash. He steps back, as she stumbles haphazardly out of the corner, but a hard shove leaves her back against the turnbuckles. He rears back yet again, and drives a Yakuza kick to her upper torso that appears to hit hard enough to even leave him on the mat, favoring his leg slightly..
Swing, however; appears unconscious, as she collapses to the mat. Lacklan rises, shaking off the pain in his leg, before slowly lifting Swing to her feet, and locking her in for the Final Rite in the center of the ring. He lifts her, stalling her upside down for seconds, before releasing his grip on her tights and gesturing with that arm, holding her up by only one arm.
Then he lets his legs give out, spiking her to the mat. He rises to a kneeling position next to her, staring down at her and shaking his head for a moment, before covering her..
...1...2...
...
...3...!
After a valiant fight, Swing doesn't kick out this time. Lacklan rolls out of the ring and reaches under the apron... pulling out the Knocker! Swing's only just started to come conscious, when Lacklan takes it to her midsection, striking her in the ribs!
Stevie curls up in pain, as Lacklan towers over her, raising the Knocker high above his head! The audience gasps and jeers him mightily, but he seems to reconsider the strike...before opting instead to comparatively lightly strike her with the handle to the back of the head, knocking her unconscious.
Then he strikes again... and again... and again!
A bloody Stevie Swing lays on the canvas, unconscious, with Lacklan standing over her, a smile showing beneath his mask. Once more, he raises The Knocker, with the fans jeering him heavily... only to smash Stevie in the face!
Blood is all over The Knocker, with a myriad of officials charging into the ring, trying to protect Stevie. Jean-Paul Lacklan smirks, steps back, still wielding his weapon and exits the ring, walking to the back to a pile of jeers.
Stevie Swing, on the other hand, is helped to the back by several officials, dripping blood all over the place.
Winner: Jean-Paul Lacklan
Official: Sit there! Don't move!
As one official goesto hold a gauze up to Stevie's forehead, she quickly finds an opening and pushes him away, continuing to drip all over this Mexican landmark.
Stevie Swing: I'll find that fucker! Where is he?!
Pushing her way past several medics, she soon collapses onto her knees, unable to progress any further.
Stevie Swing: Ungh.... ughh.... holy Jewcunts, I'm bloody.
Barely able to speak any more words, she falls onto her rear-end, with more officials swarming her
For the first time in a long time, Chris Carson comes to his old music, purposeful as he marches to the ring. Corey Ashton walks a step behind Carson, taunting the audience with his title in the air. While Carson slaps hands with the audience, Ashton no-sells the fans' reaction with a smug grin and makes his way towards the ringside area, with an incredibly sparkling ring robe adorning his body. Ashton walks up the steel steps and steps into the ring quickly, where he slowly takes his robe off, folds it neatly and hands it off to a ring crew official.
Carson makes his way into the ring by the stairs afterwards, wiping his feet before he enters the ring. The two wrestlers pose on different turnbuckles, the crowd cheering for Carson, but booing for Ashton. They meet in the center of the ring and slap hands.
Thunder echoes throughout the arena as the beat to "Like Yeah (DT Remix)" by Tech N9ne starts up over the arena. As the bass builds up, Declan's voice breaks through the cheers, boos, and drums:
"I can go out there tonight-- the materials you got-- make myself $15,000. Tonight! In two hours! Can you?"
"You hear me you fuckin' faggots?!"
it's the gorilla
and if they feel ya, they screamin' like
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Like Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
mistah, mistah
quick to get wit'cha
chick, if she get the whip for this
she be like
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Like Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
The lights go out as "Scream" by Avenged Sevenfold begins playing. On the SW-Tron, an image is seen and heard faintly, showing just the legs of a man walking down a hallway, apparently dragging a steel chair along, which is covered in patches of dried blood.
Woke animal feelings in me
Took over my sense and I lost control
I'll taste your blood tonight
Casanova steps out onto the stage, glowering over the audience, before striding down the ramp and ignoring the fans. On the screen, the image slowly trails up the silhouette of the man walking with the chair, rising until it reaches the outline of his shoulders and head, the eyes suddenly visible in flashes of red, as the image shatters like glass, replaced by "Casanova," spelled out in a trail of blood.
You know I make you wanna run from me baby
But know it's too late you've wasted all your time
Casanova slides into the ring, rolling into a crouch in a corner with a fangy smirk. The screen and music fade, as he adjusts his gloves and waits for the match to start.
Stepping to the side, Declan watches as Casanova moves to the outer portion of the apron, making sure he doesn't take any last second stride towards him. Turning around, he faces Corey Ashton, who will begin things for his team.
Ding... ding... ding!
Just like that, the bell rings and Corey Ashton darts across the ring, looking to gain revenge on the man that put him out of action by setting him on fire. However, Declan notices the Television Champ storm towards him, opting to duck beneath a running forearm from Corey, letting him charge right into the corner.
Going on the warpath, Declan latches onto Corey from behind and goes to hoist him into the air with a back-suplex. Before he can drop back, though; Corey hammers away at Declan's forehead, which had been slightly busted open earlier in the evening.
Luckily for Corey, these shots release him from Declan's clutches, allowing him to fall aside, landing on his feet. Thinking quickly, Corey chopblocks Declan's left leg out from beneath him, latches onto the leg and begins kicking and stomping at it.
Dragging Declan into the center of the ring, Corey continues kicking at the leg, trying to keep him down, but Declan squirms and fires back. In reply, Declan uses his right foot to kick against Corey's chest and to push him back.
Enraged at this, Corey roars back at Declan, trying to grab his leg, for the second time in a row. However, the former World Champ quickly attacks with a right-handed uppercut, catching Corey square in the jaw!
Stumbling back, Corey holds his jaw/face, enabling Declan to rise to his feet. Thanks to this, Declan charges at Corey, leaping at him, hoping to hit a spear...
...only to have Corey Ashton step to his left, stopping the attack!
As a matter of fact, Declan sails right into the middle turnbuckle pad, smashing headfirst against it! Taking advantage of this, Corey moves in for the attack, jumping in and nailing with some knees and jumping knee-strikes!
Side-headlocking Declan, Corey hoists him up and drags his face across the top rope. Moving into the corner, having a tiny trickle of blood flow down Declan's face, Corey tags out to "The Creep", who steps inside, getting a huge applause from the fans.
Seconds later, "The Creep" wristlocks Declan -- not once, but twice. Trying to pry away from this pain, Declan rolls forward, landing on his back. Pushing his feet against Carson's chest, Declan is able to push "The Creep" off, letting him jump back up.
Just as "The Creep" goes back onto the attack, he is taken down via a drop-toe-hold from Declan, who floats over and applies a front-facelock. Getting jeers from the fans, Declan keeps the hold applied, trying to wedge and wear Carson down.
Fortunately for the fans, "The Creep" is able to fight back, eventually standing to his feet, with his head still tucked between Declan's arm. With some forearms and punches to the ribcage, he finally finds an opening, giving him the chance to push Declan away and bounce off the ropes.
Upon his return, Declan goes for a spinning-backfist... which gets ducked! Pulling Declan in, "The Creep" wastes no time and hits "The C.C. Crash"!
To the joy of the fans, Chris Carson goes for the count!
...1...2...
Declan's partner, Casanova, remains on the ringside, conspicuously not moving, or wanting to stop the count.
...!
Nevertheless, Declan kicks out, keeping the match going.
Plucking Declan back up, Carson nails some more punches, even hitting some back-handed chops, Having Declan against the ropes, thanks to some repeated fists, "The Creep" whips Declan into the ropes and ducks down, looking for a backdrop.
What he doesn't realize, though; is that Casanova had made the blind tag!
Declan rebounds, noticing Carson's ducking position, enabling him to strike with a double-knee uppercut strike. When he goes to follow that up with a standing clothesline, Carson ducks and appears to go for a Russian legsweep.
...Blam...!
Entering the ring, from behind, Casanova strikes Chris Carson in the skull, dropping him to his knees, getting a loud jeer from the fans.
Nailing Carson with a kick to the back of the skull, as he's in a kneelig position, Casanova soon turns to face his partner, Declan. With a shove, Casanova pushes him into the corner, only to return to viciously attacking Carson.
Standing back, leaning against the ropes, Declan observes the attack, deciding to shrug off the previous shove. With pleasure, he steps to the outside and watches as Casanova bounces off the adjacent set of ropes and comes roaring back with a harsh kick to the temple of the World Champion!
Casanova certainly doesn't stop the machinelike beatdown on Carson, as if taking his frustration out on him. Trapping him in the corner, Casanova hammers "The Creep" with some back-elbows and kicks, even whipping him across the ring, sending him into the opposite corner. Like a madman, Casanova follows in, ravaging "The Creep" with a furious avalanche clothesline!
Almost having his head lobbed off, Chris Carson stumbles out, his head in a daze. Moments later, Casanova claws his once-nemesis, Chris Carson, across the back and then pulls him between his legs with a standing-headscissors. Hooking onto Carson's tights, Casanova goes for a piledriver...
...but "The Creep" backdrops him, sending him tumbling upside-down into the corner!
Stumbling halfway across the ring, Carson falls to his knees, reaches out and tries to tag out to Corey Ashton, but he's too far away. Behind him, Casanova goes to stand, but Declan moves in, slaps Casanova across the back and gets back inside.
Looking shocked, Casanova is about to fire a punch towards Declan, but holds up at the last second. Smirking, he calmly steps onto the ring apron, allowing for Declan to hammer "The Creep" from behind, kicking and stomping him into the canvas.
Lifting Carson up, Declan soon hurls him into the corner, making him smash shoulder-first against the steel post. In here, Declan continues to pummel and pound "The Creep", even stepping up on him, making sure to repeatedly stomp and kick at him, wanting to do the utmost amount of damage.
Pulling "The Creep" away from the corner, Declan kicks and knees him in the shoulderblade, grabs his left arm, steps over it and then wrenches it. This hold makes Carson face Corey Ashton, each man holding their hand out for the other, looking to make the tag, with Declan holding "The Creep" back.
The referee checks on Carson, making sure the World Champ doesn't quit. With the fans cheering him on, Carson gets to a kneeling position, almost free from Declan's clutches, soon finding an opening by punching Declan in the... uh... welll... in the rectum.
Caught by surprise, Declan releases the hold, only to swing around and have Carson kick him and bring him down with a swinging neckbreaker!
Both men sit up, taken aback and opt to crawl into their own corner. Slowly, but surely, they near their partner.
Carson nears Corey Ashton, who has his hand firmly extended, while Casanova is dangling carelessly to the side, not really caring about Declan. Nevertheless, when he feels he's ready, Casanova uses the middle rope to push himself further towards Turner, slaps him across the shoulder and enters the ring.
Casanova stomps his own partner, then goes to grab onto Chris Carson...
...but "The Creep" gives one great leap, reaches out and tags in Corey Ashton!
Wasting no time, Corey climbs into the ring, focusing on the vampire. The Television Champion hammers him with fists, peppering him over and over again, until he has him backed against the ropes. Using his strength, Corey goes to Irish-whip Casanova to the ropes, but has the whip reversed at the last second.
Bouncing off, Corey storms back, ducks beneath a clothesline attempt from Casanova and proceeds to the next set of ropes. Roaring back, he runs right into a back-elbow attempt from Casanova, only to stop the blow in mid-shot. Grabbing Casanova's arm, he lifts him into the air with a sideways fireman's carry. Within a second later, he flings Casanova to the side, dropping him hard on the canvas!
Corey makes the cover!
...1...
Casanova kicks out with fair ease!
Disappointed, Corey sits Casanova up and headlocks him. Using his own power, Casanova back Corey into the opposite corner, having him near Declan Turner, who actually reaches inside and begins choking the Television Champ!
When the referee sees this, he moves in, trying to get Declan to stop this. Using this distraction, Casanova moves into the opposing corner, where he catches Chris Carson, his old rival, with a surprising forearm to the jaw, knocking him off the apron!
Falling off the apron, Carson rolls back in and is about to attack Casanova. Unfortunately, this is just as the referee turns around, returning to fairly referee the action.
Right away, he steps in front of Carson, making him go back to his corner, much to the disdain of the fans, who let in a barrage of jeers. Obviously, both Casanova and Declan capitalize on this.
With the referee's back turned, Declan Turner climbs inside and joins Casanova in kicking and stomping down Corey Ashton, surprising everyone with this unity. Making a slap sound with his hand, Casanova steps to the outside, letting Declan take over things.
As Corey Ashton is on his knees, Declan sneaks up behind him, giving him some humiliating slaps to the back of his head. With Corey on his hands and knees, Declan steps over Corey, looking for an apparent camel clutch, mimicking Chris Carson, who can only watch, while standing across the ring.
When he goes to apply it, though; Corey sneaks out behind him, trips him up from behind and then attempts an ankle lock!
Aware of this danger, Declan begins wiggling and squirming, aware of the potential danger. Getting to his feet, with his own ankle in Corey's hands, Declan rolls forward, soon transferring into a rolling Kimura!
Before Corey can submit, he rolls to the side, making sure not to fall victim to the same thing that cost him in his match against Morgana. Thankfully for him, he's able to roll atop Declan, even peppering him with some repeated elbow-shots, which soon release him.
As they both rise, looking for positioning on the other, Declan is quick to gain the advantage by nailing a stiff fist to Corey's midsection. In no time, Corey hunches over, holding his groin, thus prompting an enraged Chris Carson to come storming in.
Headed straight for Declan, "The Creep" goes to level him with a running clothesline, only to have him duck out of the way! As a result, Carson accidentally goes tumbling into his own partner, Corey Ashton, who proceeds to go sprawling into the corner that Casanova inhabits.
Upon seeing Carson's interference, Casanova also hops into the ring, pushing the referee gently to the side and wildly blindsides the World Champ from behind. Not letting up, Casanova wickedly assaults "The Creep", even straddling him, making sure to weigh him down, whilst sending a thuderous flurry of fists onto him!
Trying to fight this off, Carson gets his knees up, but a wild Casanova continues to tear him down. In the meantime, Corey Ashton dodges out of the way from an incoming attack by Declan Turner, who goes spiralling directly into the turnbuckle pads!
Locking both arms around Declan, Corey goes for a German suplex, which gets halted, thanks to Declan stifling his weight. Instead, Corey pushes Declan into the corner, stuffing him in, chest first, causing him to lose some oxygen. Seconds later, Corey is up top with Declan, looking for a German Superplex...
...only to be hit with a lowblow from Casanova! Keeping Corey up top, Casanova climbs up with the other two men; one of which being his own partner, whom he shoves off the top rope, throwing him all the way to the floor!
Only Casanova and Corey stand at the top of the turnbuckles now. Now it's him looking for a German superplex. Just like before, the move is halted when Chris Carson stumbles in, finding the strength to push Casanova off the top turnbuckle, sending him flying to the floor!
Helping Corey, his own partner, dowm, Carson and Corey look at Declan, who is regrouping on the floor. When Declan is about to slide back in, looking for more of a fight, things taken an awkward turn.
CRACK!
The sound of steel on bone is heard!
As a matter of fact, Casanova is standing before everyone, wielding a steel chair in his hands, with Chris Carson laid out before him!
Upon seeing this, the referee immediately calls for the bell, disqualifying the team of Declan Turner and Casanova. Despite this, Casanova looks devlishly debonaire, despite his loss and hard work at beating down Chris Carson with the chair.
Speaking of which...
CRACCK!
There's one more shot, for the effort, landing square across Carson's back!
Meanwhile, on the floor, Declan Turner looks belligerent at his loss. Slowly, he steps inside, about to get into Casanova's face... only to be blindsided by Corey Ashton, who nails him with a stiff forearm!
The bell rings, signalling that the match is over, but all men reject it and pay no attention. Corey and Declan brawl into one corner, while Casanova picks up a hapless Casanova, jabbing him with the chair, nailing him in the ribs!
Trying to get rid of Corey, Declan tries to heave him over the top rope, but Corey puts on the brakes, at the last second! Alternatively, he swings Declan around, knees him in the gut and then ABC-DDTs him...!
...just as Casanova brings Chris Carson down with the Destiny Calling!
Slowly, but surely, both Casanova and Ashton rise and back up... bumping into each other. One second later, they twirl around, going face-to-face, slugging away at each other with punches!
They go fist-for-fist...
Casanova with a punch...
Ashton with a punch...
Another punch from Casanova...
...who is then struck with a stiff-forearm from Corey Ashton, knocking him agasint the ropes, allowing him t spring back and nail a high-kick to the face!
This kick sends Corey springing off the ropes, only to return with a stiff-forearm to Casanova's face! Thinking he has the upperhand, Corey pulls Casanova in, going for the ABC-DDT, but the former World Champ outsmarts him, pushes him forward, kicks him in the stomach and then hits him with the Destiny Calling!
This lapse in time allows for Declan to stand, allowing him to look at the downed Ashton... only to have both of them begin kicking and stomping at him! Confusion is about as Corey is struck down, unable to get to his feet, while "The Creep" has rolled to the floor, being tended to his damage!
To make matters worse, with Chris Carson not on the scene, Corey Ashton is hoisted up by Declan, who then brings him back down with The Celtic Spike!
With no one else in the ring, an angry Declan Turner gets in Casanova's fce, having some words for him, despite the carnage they have caused.
And that's exactly where tonight's event fades out, last showing Corey Ashton laying between Casanova and Declan Turner, who are angrily eyeing each other, while "The Creep"/World Champion is tended to, on the floor.
Fade out.
Winner: Corey Ashton/Chris Carson