Event Date: Tuesday, May 12th, 2009.
Theme Song: Strung Out - "Bring Out Your Dead"
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"The card, you dolt? The main event is still set for Morgana and Stevie Swing to take on Corey Ashton and Chris Carson, yes?"
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"What the fuck? Corey Ashton is nowhere to be found? Where the fuck is he?"
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"The main event is... what?! Morgana versus Declan... Television Title...?! I didn't book that!"
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"The Collective did that? But I'm here, sick, and they're taking control of things! How dare they-- [cough cough]..."
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"Yes, I'm still taking tests to see if it's the Swine Flu. I'm more important about tonight's card."
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"Oh Jesus, everything is awful."
Click.
Corey Page lays in a hospital bed in Anaheim, California, with IVs in his arms, refreshing him. He seems to be incubated, being the only person quarantined to his room. It's kind of like the movie 28 Days Later; just without bloodthirsty zombies.
According to his conversation, due to his absence, The Collective have take control of tonight's show. The original main event he created has now been changed, with Declan Turner facing Morgana in the main event. There's no telling how things will happen.
Corey Page: I could overdose on some Tamiflu right now.
Corey lays his head on his hospital pillow and goes for a nap.
Corey Page: Fuck wrestling. I'm too sick and awful for this shit right now.
His eyes close and the image fades out.
Suddenly, the sound of lightning strikes and thunder rolling are heard across the background of a choir. A deep voice is then heard:
"Estuans Interius Ira Vehementi..."
The volume of the music grows. The voice comes again.
"...Burning Inside With Violent Anger..."
The tempo increases, the pitch of the choir growing hectic. The voice speaks again.
"...the Voice of God is Come..."
Everything comes to a stop, nothing but silence coming forth. Then the voice screams out:
A rock version of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata plays as Jean-Paul Lacklan makes his way down the entrance ramp, the hood of his coat pulled down low over his masked face, the make-shift sledgehammer, the Knocker, in hand. He grabs a mic from ringside as he enters the ring, standing in the center and looking at the audience.
Jean-Paul Lacklan: I know... I know. It was silly. It was out of character. It was odd. Entering the ring at Over the Top Rope as the Burger King.
A small chuckle comes from the crowd.
Jean-Paul Lacklan: Yet, I could not resist. For those true fans of our sport, those true followers of the Kings of Wrestling, know that there was significance to such an action. They know that, three years ago, Stevie Swing, and his portly accomplice, did the same to me. I could not pass up the opportunity.
Lacklan pauses.
Jean-Paul Lacklan: But that is not why I am out here. I am not even out here to tell you where I have been for the past few weeks, or why I left. That is for later. Now? Now, is for a complaint. A formal complaint.
Lacklan pauses.
Jean-Paul Lacklan: Mind you, I could have made this complaint in one of my famous promotional videos. I could have made it one of my blogs, or one of my speeches to my Minions, or some other such venue. He, to be perfectly honest, and self-defecating, I want people within Sin Wrestling to actually know about this complaint. For, my exposure in this federation is, at heart, the complaint.
Lacklan pauses, while the Anaheim crowd jeers.
Jean-Paul Lacklan: For some reason, no one cares that I am here. I am the Hammer of God's Will. The Voice of God. The veritable Savior of Professional Wrestling. And no one, not one person, cares. So I am here, now, so that everyone within this federation, from every plebian in these cheap seats, to the Ever-Intoxicated Mr. Page himself, may hear this.
He pauses, soaking in the boos.
Jean-Paul Lacklan: One of the first things I did when I came to Sin Wrestling, two years ago, was to leave Dan Black in a pool of his own blood. Dan Black, Mr. Anti-Goth, the man who was somehow the inexplicable favorite amongst the back, left in a pool of his own blood! Yet no one noticed. And while I will not take away from him the fact that he repaid me on that receipt, my destruction of him was unnoticed. And when I returned, fully, to Sin Wrestling this year? I left TJ Jones in a pool of his own blood and forced him out of Sin Wrestling. Still, no one noticed.
Again, he pauses, letting the fans continue to roar at him.
Jean-Paul Lacklan: And then Casanova... a man obsessed with my legacy. A man so influenced by the actions of the Kings. I took everything that he held dear, everything that mattered to him... AND I BURNED IT TO THE DAMN GROUND!
Lacklan pauses, breathing hard after his screaming.
Jean-Paul Lacklan: And our match? One only damned match?! I took him... took HIS match... and left him... IN A POOL OF HIS OWN BLOOD!
Silence again, as he pauses, looking deep into the camera that's pointed at him, from the ringside area.
Jean-Paul Lacklan: And after that? Roxy. Dear Ms. Erikson, so popular her in Sin Wrestling. And I left her IN A POOL OF HER OWN BLOOD!
More hard breathing after the screams.
Jean-Paul Lacklan: STILL! No one notices. No one cares. Not even... not even...Stevie.
Another pause.
Jean-Paul Lacklan: Stevie Swing. Ever my enemy. Ever my friend. And when I came forward, after having dispatched Casanova, for a title match... when I declared that it should be I in the ring with Mr. Carson... the Ever-Intoxicated Mr. Page instead booked us. And what did I do?
A small smile creeps out from the mask. He raises the hand with the Knocker in it.
Jean-Paul Lacklan: I brought the hammer down... AND LEFT HER IN A POOL OF HER... OWN... BLOOD!
Deep, ragged breaths into the microphone.
Jean-Paul Lacklan: DO YOU NOTICE ME NOW... MISTER... CARSON?!
Another silence as Lacklan visually and aurally calms down.
Jean-Paul Lacklan: I have a choice for you, Mr. Carson. Come out to the ring. Now. Face me. Stand face to mask with me, with the Voice, the Hammer, the Savior. For if you do not...if you instead choose to hide behind Mr. Page and Sin Wrestling, then I shall come for you. And it shall be you that lies within the pool of blood.
Lacklan turns towards the entrance, waiting for the arrival of the World Champ, Chris Carson. "Invisible Man" by Theory of a Deadman hits and the crowd gather to their feet, watching as Carson comes out to the top of the entrance, holding the World Title over his right shoulder.
With the crowd cheering him on, Carson begins making his way down... only to stop in mid-march. Arriving from the bleachers, steel chair in hand, is Stevie Swing, who slides into the ring, behind Lacklan. Chris Carson's music comes to a screeching halt, as Stevie gets to her feet, wielding the chair above her head...
CRACK!
The chair smashes against Jean-Paul Lacklan's skull, sending him stumbling forward!
Stevie swings the chair for a second time, catching Lacklan across the upper-back!
CRACK!
This chairshot sends Lacklan sprawling to the outside, leaving Stevie along in the ring, actually getting a decent ovation from the fans. Picking up the microphone, she addresses Lacklan, who is on the floor, adjusting himself, feeling the after-effects of those chairshots.
Stevie Swing: Lacklan, for fuck's sake. NOW you're noticed. And for crying out loud, stop orgasming into the microphone. It's disgusting; and quite frankly, it's scaring the children, you sick fuck. You're booked against that old fag, Chris Carson tonight? Well, fuck you, you got me right now, cocksucker.
On the floor, Jean-Paul Lacklan steps back, licking his chops. Looking over his right shoulder, he notices Chris Carson making his way towards him, wanting to begin things; while Stevie remains in the ring.
However, an influx of referees and officials soon make their way to the ringside area, trying to get Lacklan to the back, not wanting him to disrupt tonight's opening any further.
TIME.
IS.
UP.
The limitless potential.
Living inside of me.
To murder everything.
I hope they cannot see.
I am the great destroyer.
Listen to the shit they pump into your head.
Filling you with apathy.
Hold your breath.
Wait until you know the time is right on time.
THE END IS NEAR.
The lights go out as cameras flash all over the arena. Slowly "Fuel" by Metallica hits the P.A system.
Gimme fire
Gimme that which I desire
Oh
Yeah
Turn on, I see red
Adrenaline crash and crack my head
Nitro junkie, paint me dead
And I see red
War horse
War head
Fuck 'em, man
White knuckle tight
Through black and white
Oh
On I burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burning hard
Loose and clean
The lights come on to see Scar standing there with his head down. Seconds later, he raises his head to reveal his scarred face.
And on I burn
Churning my direction
Quench my thirst with gasoline
So gimme fuel
Gimme fire
Gimme that which I desire
He slowly makes his way down to the ring and climbs inside. He rubs his face along his scars before settling down in the corner, waiting for things to get underway.
The match begins with Scar storming out of the corner like an angry lion, tackling Andrew Hurley. He mounts him, beating and pawing on his face. Hurley rolls away from him, and Scar goes in for a ferocious clothesline. Both men spill outside of the ring.
Hurley appears lost, and reciting numbers in his head. Scar goes to attack him further, but Hurley back drops him and starts stomping on his mane. The next thing the crowd knows, Scar and Mufasa/Hurley are exchanging punches up to the count of five...
...6...
...7...
...8...
Hurley attempts to slide back into the ring, but Scar slings him back with a suplex from behind.
...9....
Scar tries to make a dive into the ring, but Hurley stops him in place by grabbing a hold of his foot.
...10...!
The count-out is made by the referee, and both men are disqualified to a draw. A disappointing effort by both men.
Nevertheless, they continue brawling until they reach the dugout area. Andrew Hurley happens to throw Scar into the dugout, sending plastic cups, bottles and baseball bats everywhere.
Winner: n/a (dpuble countout)
Ace Rodgers: Morgy, I want to be the first to congratulate you on both becoming the new Television Champ and the first-ever two-time Sin Trophy winner.
Holding out his hands, Ace appears to request a handshake. Confused by this, Morgana backs.
Morgana: Is that your masturbation hand?
Ace Rodgers: I... uh... well...
Morgana inspects his hand...
Morgana: Smells like it.
Ace Rodgers: Well... uh... congrats!
Sheepishly, he retracts his hand, rubbing it against his orange shirt, and continues with the interview.
Ace Rodgers: Anyhow, I want to ask you...
Morgana: About...?
Ace Rodgers: By winning the Sin Trophy, you earned the right to challenge anyone at Vanity. And... well... you know... hint, hint...
Morgana: You want to know who I challenge?
Ace piques up.
Ace Rodgers: Yes, yes. Is it "The Creep"? You want his World Title, too, don't you?
Morgana: Hmmm... I ran his friend, Corey Ashton, out of SW. I could take his title, too. Maybe. Maybe not.
Ace Rodgers: So... yes?
Morgana: Maybe.
Ace Rodgers: So... no?
Morgana: Maybe; you'll see.
Ace Rodgers: So... yes?
Morgana: Uh, you'll see.
Ace Rodgers: Well then, fine!
He moves to his next subject.
Ace Rodgers: Maybe you'll take on Declan Turner. The Collecive scheduled him to take you on tonight. If he takes your title, then maybe...
Morgana: Yes, that's right. Maybe.
Ace Rodgers: Maybe what?
Morgana: Maybe.
Ace Rodgers: Oh, I see.
Morgana: Yep, you'll see.
With that, Morgana walks out of the scene, finished with the interview. Ace Rodgers, confused, just scratches the back of his head.
The arena plunges into complete darkness, sending the fans at ringside into a total frenzy. Some flip open their cell phones, others hold their lighters up, all trying to get a glimpse of what’s going on. After about a minute of total black, Rihanna’s “Disturbia” begins to blare through the house speakers, accompanied by a deep red strobe light.
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be- dum bum
What’s wrong with me?
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be- dum bum
Why do I feel like this?
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be- dum bum
I’m going crazy now.
The arena goes dark again, and the fans continue to go crazy, only now their response is overwhelmingly negative. A spotlight shines onto the ramp, revealing the now famous pink glass and tissue paper vagina with its familiar silhouette.
The music kicks on again, and the spotlight is replaced by the deep red strobe from before. Stevie Swing bursts through the vagina, as Rihanna sings and the fans boo and throw their garbage at her. The Ironwoman of Sin Wrestling pays them no attention, strutting down to the ring in her moon boots and ring jacket.
Put on your pretty lies, you're in the city of wonder
Ain't gon' play nice, watch out you might just go under
Better think twice, your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise
Your mind's in Disturbia, it's like the darkness is light
Disturbia, am I scaring you tonight?
Disturbia, ain't used to what you like
Disturbia, disturbia.
Disturbia, am I scaring you tonight?
Disturbia, ain't used to what you like
Disturbia, disturbia.
Stevie slides into the ring, popping up onto her knees at the center of it. While the crowd continues to boo at a deafening level, Stevie disrobes, revealing her attire—red bellbottom wrestling tights and a spandex halter top to match.
She dances around the ring, in a jerky style that befits her theme music, as fireworks go off behind her. When the song dies and the lights return to normal, Stevie paces the ring, her eyes latched on Jay.
The crowd buzzes a bit, giving Stevie a few jeers before the bell. Stevie turns to face the crowd to jaw back at them, even when the bell goes off. Jay appears to have a quick window of opportunity, dashing towards Stevie, but she is quickly taken down with a spinning toe-hold, her chin bouncing off the canvas.
Jay quickly backs her way into the corner to recover, laying against the middle turnbuckle, while Stevie mocks Jay with a Cabbage Patch dance, punctuating it with a wad of spit directed right at Jay. The crowd buries the match in boos, but Jay just wipes the spit off and gets back to her feet.
The two women circle about again and tie up in the middle of the ring. The taller Stevie twists Jay's arm behind her back and drops back, a foot up to monkey-flip Jay behind her. Jay crashes chest-down to the mat again, but Stevie this time gets on top of Jay to get her in a quick headlock.
The weight difference is not that great, however, and Jay struggles to get back to her feet. She hits a sudden jawbreaker once at a vertical base, forcing Stevie to let go. As Stevie holds her jaw, Jay advances with two stiff European uppercuts. She goes for a third, only for Stevie to get an elbow to Jay's throat. She quickly bends Jay down and hoists her up, hitting a sharp brainbuster!
Stevie goes in for a pin...
...1...2...!
The crowd ooooohs as Jay kicks out, as if expecting the match to last a bit longer. Jay sits up after kicking out, but Stevie simply stands up, hits a stiff kick to Jay's back, then bounds off of the ropes to plants a double-footed kick to her chest!
Stevie goes in for another pin!
...1...!
Surprisingly, Jay's kickout is a second earlier than the last, but it still rattles Stevie nonetheless. She hoists Jay to her feet and ducks her head down, pulling Jay onto her back for her "Cosmic Slop" vertebreaker, only for Jay to tuck her feet higher into the air and drop down behind Stevie. She slams a forearm across Stevie's back, then manages to grapple Stevie from behind and toss her to the mat with a German suplex!
Jay crawls over for a pin...
...1...
The crowd is counting along...
...2...!
...
The crowd pops in reaction, as Stevie gets a shoulder up!
She flips onto her stomach to recover, but Jay manages to crawl on top of Stevie, getting her into a Surfboard submission hold. Jay keeps the hold while standing, refusing to get onto her back out of fear she might not keep the hold in place, but Stevie is still in pain, her arms pulled hard behind her head. She shakes off any sort of submission and manages to stop the hold by twisting her body, shaking Jay off of her back.
Stevie recovers as Jay looks to slap on another hold, but Stevie surprises her with a headbutt to the stomach, following with a quick swinging neckbreaker! Stevie takes a moment to grin at the crowd's displeasure, then gets back to her feet. She drags Jay up slowly and tosses her against the ropes, aiming for an obvious Last Dance superkick...
...only for Jay to duck under her foot!
In a hurry, Jay kicks Stevie in the gut and bends her over, attempting her trademark DDT, only for Stevie to push her against the ropes. Jay's rebound is met with Stevie's own kick to Jay's gut, bending her over for a standing headscissors. She pauses a moment, her arrogance leading to a distracting argument with some people in the audience, a good ten seconds wasted from smack-talk.
Stevie finally hoists Jay up into a powerbomb position, only for Jay to slip out of it with a hurracanrana straight into a pin!
The referee counts...
...1...2...!
The fans are on their feet, counting along...
...3!
Stevie kicks out a split second too late, as Jay lets go of the pin and quickly rolls to the outside of the ring!
Most of the crowd is about as stunned as Stevie is when the bell is rung, but the reaction is positive, a delayed pop as the referee holds up Jay's arm! Wide eyed, Stevie stares on in shock, gaze latched onto Jay's eyes. She finally snaps and pounds the mat, throwing a tantrum to the audience's delight.
Jay backs her way up as she heads backstage, clapping her hands and celebrating, knowing that she's got a huge upset under her belt after a disappointing Over The Top Rope showing. Stevie just gets back to her feet and stomps in anger, blaming some of the fans with whom she had argued for her loss. Jay retreats first, followed a minute later by a bitter Stevie, egged by the mocking crowd.
Winner: Jay
PING!
Every ball field has an area for practice somewhere deep in its confines, and this ball field, in Anaheim, is no different. The player practicing in the batting cage, however, isn't part of any team, although we see only a close-up of his back...
Chris Carson: One more round.
He hears some clapping to the side, and Carson turns his head towards the side of the cage. Chris Jr. is there clapping, cheering Carson on, even waving about an "S.O.S." banner.
Chris Jr.: Go Daaaaad!
Carson laughs to himself and taps his shoes with the bat.
Chris Carson: About freakin' time we hit something like a baseball stadium. I need to release a bit of stress after the pay-per-view.
He's about to push the button, only to hear someone else approaching the batting cage. The background cheers turn into background jeers as Deuce Diamond approaches the cage. Even Junior boos loudly.
Chris Carson: Well, well. If it ain't the fuckin' King of Douchebags himself. What the fuck you want from me now?
Deuce just shakes his head and talks with Carson frankly.
Deuce Diamond: Where's Ashton?
Carson puts out his cigarette and flings the butt.
Chris Carson: How the fuck should I know? You're his big-time manager. I'm just his partner, right? He's supposed to be here on time to fight his own matches. Considering he has no match, I suppose he's out doing what he wants to do.
Deuce Diamond: You don't give a damn about your own partner?
Carson sneers at Diamond, bat tapping against the cage.
Chris Carson: I'll give a damn when he crosses paths with me! Now get the fuck out of here! I need to meditate on things for my match with the Burger King!
Diamond just grimaces to himself and shakes his head.
Deuce Diamond: He better be coming back, Carson.
Chris Carson: What are you gonna do if he doesn't? Sue me? Whatever, fuckface. Get lost. I need to concentrate.
Diamond departs stage right, and Carson stares at him as he walks away. He takes out his cell phone when Diamond's out of the area and highlights the screen. The camera zooms in to read the following, a particular Twitter.
Chris Carson: One more round...
Carson presses the button and starts up the batting cage again.
Stevie Swing: You were right.
She stops there, allowing her words to sink in with the audience, who quiet down immediately.
Stevie Swing: Each and every single one of you, the concerned parents, the marketing geniuses, the wrestling journalists, the popcorn vendors, were right to boo me, to jeer me, to spit at me as I made my way down to this ring, to laugh at me when I was eliminated from Over the Top Rope by the Burger King, and to take a collective sigh of relief when I lost to Chris Carson. You were right to hate me.
Stevie pauses to pull something from her back pocket – a copy of TIME Magazine, featuring her and Declan Turner on the cover.
Stevie Swing: The article in this magazine, which most of you have probably had force fed to you by wrestling websites and your standard “Making Of” videos, told you not to believe everything that you saw broadcast through the TV, the internet, and radio. When it comes to professional wrestling, most of you have taken that to heart – when you see a professional wrestler do something terrible to a co-worker, you assume that it’s scripted entertainment, more fake than the tits Wall Street financiers do lines of coke off of in the backrooms of $10,000 a night strip clubs. You boo me because you think I play a character who burnt down a house, stabbed her friend in the back, choked a man with piano wire, and gouged out another man’s eye on day one with the company, but the reality is that those actions were not preformed by a character, and they were not scripted. I carried out each and every one of these actions with malicious intent – and I’m sorry.
The fans, sensing bullshit, start to boo Stevie again, but she shakes her head at them and continues.
Stevie Swing: You have every right to boo me, every right, but I am serious. Arran Hayden, Sebastian York, Declan Turner, Morgana, Chris Carson – I’m sorry…for everything.
The fans continue to boo.
Stevie Swing: It’s hard to believe, I know. Two weeks ago, I was bragging about putting a man’s kid in the hospital. That’s sick. That’s not right. I know it’s not right, but I did it anyway, because I am a sick human being – that’s what my psychologist told me three years ago when he suggested that I had gender diasphora, and that’s what he told me two days ago when he told me that I may suffer from intermittant explosive disorder – I’m not right; I’m fucked up!
Stevie hangs her head in shame as the fans continue to call for her blood.
Stevie Swing: You’re right to hate me. Chris Carson is right to hate me. Morgana is right to hate me. But I didn’t come out here tonight to make excuses – my psychologist hesitates to make an actual diagnosis due to the nature of this industry. Insead, I came out here tonight to seek atonement, so if Chris Carson would please come to the ring…
Rev Theory’s “Kill the Headlights” starts to play, and a visually excited Stevie Swing watches as Chris Carson saunters out to the ring, Sin Wrestling World Heavyweight Title slung from his shoulder. He gets into the ring apprehensively, expecting, as does everybody else in the arena, an attack from his enemy. Stevie, nonplussed by Carson’s suspicions, smiles and ushers him into the ring. The fans are silent, hoping for an explosive confrontation.
Stevie Swing: Chris, two weeks ago, we met in the middle of this ring in a match for that title. People made a big deal about how our match didn’t matter because it was first on the show, but we put on one hell of a match anyhow, and you won. You didn’t beat me, because you couldn’t make me tap out and you couldn’t pin me, but you won, and I just want to congratulate you.
Stevie sticks out her hand, but Carson remains statuesque in the ring, staring Stevie down, ice water running through his vens. She takes the hand back.
Stevie Swing: That’s fine. I’ve done a lot of terrible, horrible things to you, Chris – I don’t blame you for not wanting to shake my hand, I blame myself. But I want to make up for it.
Stevie smiles another shit-eating grin, but Carson has none of it. Stevie ignores Carson’s death stare and pulls a small slip of paper from her back pocket – a check. A blank check.
Stevie Swing: Take it.
Carson does not take it.
Stevie Swing: Go on, Creep, take it. It’s a blank check. You can do whatever you want with it – pay off medical bills, buy a new house, whatever, my treat.
Carson doesn’t move a muscle.
Stevie Swing: C’mon, Chris – we all know how much your family is struggling to make ends meet. Deuce Diamond doesn’t want to finance the S.O.S. without Corey Ashton around, and Maybelline isn’t exactly looking to sign an endorsement contract with a male World Champion. Take the check.
Stevie nudges the check towards carson, who doesn’t budge.
Stevie Swing: Take the check!
She waves it in front of Carson’s face. He does nothing. Stevie goes beet red.
Stevie Swing: TAKE THE CHECK, YOU FUCKING REDNECK!
At that, the fans explode into a huge chorus of boos for Stevie, who tries to quiet them down. Carson, still standing still, cracks a faint smile.
Stevie Swing: Shut up, shut up, shut up! Carson, please, take the check. I’m trying to atone. I’m trying to make up for it. I’m going to be a mother, Chris – I don’t need bad karma hanging over my baby’s head. Please take the check.
Carson, somehow resisting the urge to start laughing, stands still. Stevie, in a move nobody sees coming, gets down on her knees and places the blank check at Carson’s feet.
Stevie Swing: There. Take it. Take it, Chris, take everything!
The fans, who don’t know if they should laugh or boo, sit in a sort of stunned silence as Stevie drops the microphone to the mat and rolls out the ring, backing away from Chris Carson in the process, emploring him to take the check the whole time. Carson, for his part, stares at Stevie, maybe a bit disapointed as she disapears behind the curtain, the blank check at his feet.
Carson, who is already in the ring, meets Lacklan in the center of the ring. The referee’s effort to separate them and go over the rules proves futile, as Carson runs his mouth to the mammoth, Lacklan, who responds by thrusting his gloved hand into "The Creep"'s throat!
Taking advantage of his stunned foe, Lacklan gets Carson into a hammerlock and runs him into the turnbuckle shoulderfirst, trying to dislocate it! Lacklan leads Carson out of the corner, maintaining the hammerlock, and does it again! Lacklan tries for a third one, but "The Creep" uses his free arm to elbow his attacker in the side of the head, forcing him to break the hold!
Carson checks to make sure his shoulder is alright before going on the attack, firing a few chops at Lacklan, who staggers back to the ring ropes with each one. Seeing that he has Lacklan reeling, Carson chops Lacklan’s chest once more, before backing up to the other set of ropes and taking a run at him. Lacklan sees it coming, though, and explodes from the ropes, picks Carson up, and drops him throat first across the top rope!
Lacklan chokes Carson against the top rope, using his tremendous upper body strength to squeeze the life out of his opponent! The referee starts to count Lacklan out, so he relents, snapping back on the rope to send Carson to the mat, flat on his back.
Upright, Lacklan stomps on Carson’s shoulder a few times before bringing the World Champion to his feet. Lacklan looks to whip Carson into the ropes, but stops, pulling on Carson’s arm and continuing to work on his shoulder. He brings the Creep in and locks a vice grip on the shoulder, which "The Creep" breaks with a simple, but effective, thumb to the eye.
Now standing, Carson uses his advantage to shove a temporarily blinded Lacklan into the corner. He charges at Lacklan, only for Jean-Paul to dodge, turn, and spew purple mist at the champion...! In a last ditch effort, Carson grabs the referee and pulls him in the path of the mist, and he goes down -- blind!
Enraged, Lacklan charges at "The Creep", who uses his slight advantage in speed to drop to the mat, pulling the top rope down with him, resulting in Lacklan flipping over the ropes and crashland on the floor!
Standing, Carson looks to the floor, tests his knees, and then runs towards the ropes, not caring much for his body...
In a move not seen in over a year, Chris Carson dives from inside of the ring, to the outside, landing on the much larger Lacklan, taking him down with a sloppy suicide dive that drives Lacklan back-first into the announcer’s table!
With the visible part of Lacklan's face showing pain, he drives forward, trying to hit Carson with an elbow in retaliation, but Carson ducks and shoves his larger opponent into the ringpost! Seeing an advantage, Carson picks up a steel chair, to the delight of the crowd. He makes his way over to Lacklan and takes a swing at him while his head is against the ringpost, and he connects! Lacklan goes down in a heap!
Before Carson can do anything to follow up on his attack, a referee sprints down the ringside area to argue with him about his use of the steel chair. Carson shrugs off the referee, who looks to call for the bell.
Before he can do so, "The Creep" whacks him with the chair, which causes the audience to explode in support!
Carson slams the chair down on Jean-Paul Lacklan’s masked face and climbs the ring apron. He looks to attempt a flying double-stomp on Lacklan’s head, but somehow he is able to throw the chair at Carson, catching him in the face! Thanks to this assault, Carson lands hard on his back!
Lacklan, a bit woozy from the chair shot, picks Chris Carson up from the ground and looks to Irish-whip him, only to change course and short-arm powerslam him onto the chair!
Sensing that he has the advantage, Lacklan walks over to the timekeeper’s table, where he grabs the small hammer used to ring the bell. Making his way back to a prone Chris Carson, Lacklan wrenches him to a sitting position and digs at Carson’s nostrils with the claw end of the hammer!
Carson screams out in pain, which only encourages Lacklan to dig harder. Finally, Lacklan relents on this attack, only so he can smash the bridge of Carson’s nose with the it!
The crowd groans with the sound of Carson’s nose giving way and the sight of blood pouring from it, but Lacklan looks content, like a music snob at the symphony orchestra. He throws the hammer aside and smears Carson’s blood on his hand, holding it up for the audience to see.
"The Creep", now suffering from what is surely a broken nose, struggles to get away from Lacklan, who is very pleased with himself. Carson wipes the blood away from his nose, as Lacklan rises to his feet, stalking Carson. The World Champion gamely stands up, as well, somehow shrugging off the pain as Lacklan roars in with an elbow, which Carson ducks!
Lacklan goes for another elbow, which Carson again is able to duck!
Instead of going for a third elbow, Lacklan looks to kick Carson in the midsection, but the Creep catches Lacklan’s foot! Before Carson can react, Lacklan blows another cloud of purple mist at him -- and this time, it connects!
With Carson blinded and swinging randomly at him, Lacklan takes up the ring bell. He measures up Carson, whose back is turned, and rams the bell into the back of his head! Now Carson goes down in a heap, but not for long, as Lacklan is quick to pick him up and roll him into the ring. Lacklan throws the steel chair in after him and, for good measure, goes under the ring and comes up with the Knocker!
Lacklan goes into the ring and drags Chris Carson to the center of it, placing the steel chair over the champion’s face. Slowly, dramatically, Lacklan takes the Knocker and raises it over his head, making ready to squash Carson’s head like a watermelon.
Fate intervenes on behalf of Chris Carson, though, as another referee sprints down to the ring and grabs at the Knocker, giving "The Creep" a chance to save himself by kicking Lacklan square between the legs!
Unable to successfully lift Lacklan up into a powerbomb, Carson opts to just lift him onto his shoulder and then hot-shot him across the top rope!
As Lacklan's head snaps back, as does his body, which crumples to the floor. Carson is quick to make the cover...
...1...2...
...
Lacklan muscles out of the pinfall attempt!
His eyes still stinging from the mist, Carson uses the referee as a prop to get back to his feet. Lacklan, a little embarrassed, picks up the Knocker and swings mightily, only to connect with the referee when he loses his balance and lurches in front of the shot!
Lacklan immediately swings the Knocker again, but Carson is able to roll out of the way of the blow! Carson dives at Lacklan and takes him down to the mat with a chop block. Working quickly, Carson grabs the Knocker and locks Lacklan in the Silencer, using the Knocker’s handle to choke Lacklan out!
With Lacklan crying out in pain, Carson looks out to the entryway, where another referee comes down to the ring. There’s one notable difference between this referee and the previous ones – this one has tits!
Carson doesn’t look very happy having to break the Silencer, and looks even less happy when he notices the referee’s big, Jewish nose.
Stevie Swing slides into the ring, pointing to her referee’s shirt as Carson raises the Knocker to attack her. He stops, maybe realizing that he and Lacklan have torn through the rest of the referees, but the distraction from Stevie is enough for Lacklan to snatch the Knocker from Carson’s hands and ram it into the small of his back! Lacklan looks at Stevie, then makes the cover!
Stevie drops down to make the count...
...1...
...
...2...
...
...Carson kicks out!
Lacklan offers a small smile to Stevie, who, in turn, looks like she wants to kill Lacklan. He brings Carson up by the hair and whips him into the corner. Lacklan charges at Carson and hits his trademark handspring elbow smash, which stuns Carson to the point where Lacklan is able to lift Carson up…and drop him to the mat with a brainbuster!
Lacklan covers him and hooks the leg. Stevie counts...
...1...
...
...2...
...
...
Carson kicks out again!
This time, Lacklan can’t believe it!
He raises Carson’s head up off the mat and slams it back down again, going for another cover.
Before Stevie can make the count, though, Carson gets his shoulders off the mat! Beside himself, Lacklan gets to his feet and stomps Carson before picking up the steel chair. Lacklan goes to use it, but Stevie interferes, grabbing the chair lefore Lacklan can smash it onto "The Creep"!
A tug of war ensues between the two, all while Carson gets up to his feet, using the Knocker as a crutch. Stevie lets go of the chair, sending Lacklan spinning in a long, spaghetti western arc. Carson swings the Knocker with enough force to smack a home run over the Green Monster and connects with the chair, smashing it into Lacklan’s face! Carson goes for the cover...
Stevie counts...
...1...
...
...2...
...
...
...No!
Lacklan gets his foot on the bottom rope! Carson can’t believe it, and looks to argue his case with Stevie, who insists that she counted fairly.
Amazingly, Lacklan is able to get to his feet, where he catches Carson off guard by hooking him up and dropping him with the Final Rite!
An exhausted Lacklan struggles to Carson’s prone body to make the cover, and is only able to drape an arm over the Creep...
Again, Stevie counts...
...1...
...
...2...
...
...
Carson kicks out! Jean-Paul Lacklan can’t believe it, but Chris Carson kicked out of the Final Rite!
Lacklan wastes no time now, rolling out of the ring and hurling aside the ring steps, where a bag has been hidden. The object he pulls out of the bag has the crowd buzzing – a crown of thorns. Lacklan throws it into the ring and slides back in after it.
He sets the folding chair in the middle of the ring and seats Chris Carson on it, before placing the crown of thorns on his head. He looks at Stevie Swing, who doesn’t make a move to stop him, as he picks the Knocker up from the floor. Lacklan raises the Knocker above his head, looking to drive the crown of thorns through Carson’s head, but Stevie unleashes a cloud of red mist, which allows Carson to make a lightning fast roll-up!
...1...
...
...2...
...
...
Again, Lacklan kicks out!
The three wrestlers spring to their feet, adrenaline pumping.
Stevie flies into a Last Dance superkick, trying to hit Lacklan, who instinctively ducks! Stevie drills Carson, who goes down hard. Jean-Paul Lacklan falls on top of Carson, and Stevie, having no other option, counts the pin fall.
...1...
...
...2...
...
...3!
Stevie regretfully calls for the bell to be rung on the match, but rolls out of the ring before raising Lacklan’s hand in victory. She backs up the entryway, her eyes locked with Lacklan, who is beat, exhausted, and has to use the ropes for support. Below him is Chris Carson who, true to Lacklan’s threat, lies in a pool of his own blood, from the broken nose, beaten due to Stevie’s potentially accidental superkick.
Lacklan watches as Stevie walks to the back, while the World Champ, having been beaten sits up, not liking the outcome of this match.
Winner: Jean-Paul Lacklan
Crux: Ow! Jesus!
Feeling the hurt, Crux hunches over, in a rack of pain.
Chris Extreme: See? That was Ultraviolent. You'll learn good stuff from me. Now let me show you what it's like to get sodomized with a baseball bat.
Hopping up, Crux adjusts himself and steps away from Chris.
Crux: No, no. I'll be fine.
Chris Extreme lubes up the edge of the bat with turpentine.
Chris Extreme: Are you sure?
Crux: Uh, yeah, I am.
Chris Extreme: Well, all right, but don't say I didn't train you. That Jimmy Luciano is a bald-headed, Italian faggot; and everyone knows Italian faggots enjoy sodomy. It was just a warning.
Crux: His head looks like a giant cock.
Chris Extreme: And remember what I told you about cocks?
Crux: They're big and slimy?
Chris Extreme: No.
Crux: They're veiny?
Chris Extreme: Well...yes; but no.
Crux: The Cock Claw?
Chris Extreme: Yes! The Cock Claw! You will use it on Jimmy Luciano's big, cocklike head. It'll be greasy, so you're going to have to hold on tight.
Chris Extreme puts a catcher's mask on Crux's head/face.
Chris Extreme: Here, this should help you.
He even hands him a baseball bat.
Crux: Good. All I need now is--...
Chris Extreme: Now, go on. Get out there. You're a killer. A slugger. You can take on anyone.
Crux: Yes, so give me the Ultraviolence Title.
Chris Extreme looks down, noticing the Ultraviolence Title around his own waist. Shining it, he reluctantly pulls it off and then hands it to Crux.
Chris Extreme: I was just warming it up.
Crux takes it, tossing it over his shoulder, realizing it's full of cum.
Crux: It's full of... semen...? What the--...?
Chris Extreme: Look, listen, accidents happen. Now get out there or Hitler will strike you down from Heaven.
With a slight shove, Chris pushes Crux ahead of him, leading him towards the entrance, walking slowly behind him.
"I'm from the murder capital, where they murder for capital..."
IMMORTAL LEGEND STATUS
THE PAST.
THE PRESENT.
THE FUTURE.
"Lucifer" by Jay-Z hits over the P.A. as the lights start to flicker until it becomes pitch black for a brief moment. Then a string of white, red, and green pyros explode as the lights slowly turn back on. The smoke clears, and Jimmy Luciano is standing at the top of the entrance ramp with his hands raised up. Luciano is wearing the usual black ring attire. He walks down slowly pacing himself. He then walks up the stairs, turns for a brief second and finally enters the ring… The crowd erupts. A “Luci” chant breaks out.
The arena falls into darkness. The music of "Head Down" by Nine Inch Nails begins to play, starting the crowd up with a mixed reaction. Crux steps out from behind the curtain and is lit up in the darkness by a white spotlight. He is decked out in the protective gear of a catcher, with the Ultraviolence Title around his waist. In his hands is a wooden baseball bat, which he swings, almost hitting some fans, apologizing upon this realization.
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
Once he has reached the ring, Crux takes off his Ultraviolence Title and hands it to Chris Extreme, who slings it over his shoulder. Out of nowhere, the bell rings and Jimmy Luciano launches himself across the ring, nailing Crux with a running forearm from behind, striking him in the neck, away from the catcher's helmet.
The bell rings, with Luciano already getting the jump on things. He wastes no time in grabbing Crux by the neck, forcing him to drop the baseball bat. Over and over, Luciano blasts Crux's face off the top turnbuckle. Even with the catcher's mask on, Crux seems shaked up, which hurts even further, thanks to some elbows to the neck from Luciano.
Turning Crux around, Jimmy chokes him and soon begins swatting his hands against Crux's shoulder. Throwing the masked champ across the ring, Luciano follows after him, hoping to second this. However, before Crux smashes against the pads, he swings himself out of the way, making Luci crash into the corner.
Right away, the Ultraviolence Champ goes to work on Jimmy, listening to the shouting and yelling requests of Chris Extreme. In here, Crux smashes Luciano's face off the tunbuckles and then climbs onto the middle rope, standing above Luci. Using an influx of forearms, Crux repeatedly slams down against his challenger's head, stopping only when a groggy Luciano recovers.
Blocking a final forearm to the head/neck, Luciano reaches back, latches onto Crux and then throws him off the middle turnbuckles, tossing him to the floor! Like a plinko ball, Crux falls on the top rope, smashes off the apron and then crashes onto the grassy field!
Chris Extreme watches on, with horror in his eyes, as Crux crashes before him. Soon, we see Luciano in the ring, pick up the baseball bat that had been brought down and smashes it across his own knee! With two pieces of the bat in his hand, he flings it into the audience, getting a grand jeer from the fans.
Exiting the ring, Luciano jumps to the floor, watching as Crux begins to stir, still with the catcher's gear on. Grabbing onto him, Luciano throws Crux into the ring steps, which certainly isn't protected by the gear. Ripping the catcher's mask off Crux, Jimmy Luciano begins to repeatedly whip and smash him with it, until Crux is stumbling away, looking for safety.
Hiding behind Chris Extreme, Crux tries fending off Jimmy Luciano, but Chris is just easily thrown aside, like a useless piece of trash. Trying to fight back, Crux tries sending a punch at Luciano's head, only to smash his knuckles against the catcher's mask!
Stumbling back, into the fould ground area, Crux holds his hand, trying to shake off the damage. With Luciano in hot pursuit, Crux is soon throw into the wall of the baseball park, his chest protector proving to be utterly useless.
Dragging Crux to his feet, using the mask to lift him, Luciano flings him throw the air with a single-arm toss, resulting in the Ultraviolence Champ falling into a pile of dirt. Kicking and stomping on Crux, Luciano continues beating him down, eventually dragging him to second base, where he powerbombs Crux onto the ground!
A cloud of dust swirls into the air, as Crux collides with the ground. Seconds later, Luciano is covering him...
...1...2...
However, at the count of two, Chris Extreme runs in, grabs Luciano and rolls him off Crux!
Obviously annoyed, Jimmy Luciano stands to his feet, looking at Chris, about to swat him with several punches. However, this allows a slightly dazed Crux to surprise Luci with a blow to the nuts! As soon as he hunches over, Chris Extreme spins him around, making him face Crux, who quickly follows up with a quick DDT onto the field!
This "Nut-Tap DDT", a move from Chris Extreme's arsenal, allows for Crux to throw his body over Luciano, looking for the count.
...1...2...
This time, Luciano kicks out, continuing the match, as he powers his way out of the pinfall.
Sitting up, Luciano grabs at Crux's mask, trying to pluck it off. In the process, he happens to gouge at his eyes, allowing him to slowly steady himself and stand to his feet.
Using his right arm, he throttles Crux by the throat and goes to chokeslam him onto second base. Thinking quickly, Crux chops at Luciano's arm, connecting at the joint, enabling him to free himself and land safely on his feet! Taking a few steps back, Crux charges at Luciano, hoping to nail something big. Alas, he is sent soaring through the air with a mighty backdrop from Jimmy Luciano, who sends him rolling towards the pitching mound!
Like a predator, Luciano walks towards Crux, hoping to beat him down even further. Unfortunately, Crux is able to successfully roll all the way to the mound, finding a bag of balls there.
In rapid motion, he begins flinging the balls at Jimmy Luciano, who has to cover himself and cower from the onslaught of baseball balls chucked at him. As a matter of fact, Crux grabs the rest of the bag and begins using them to whack and swat at Luciano, who steps back, tripping over some of the balls that had been hurled at him.
Cracking his knuckles, Crux stands over Luciano, who now has a bloody lip. With Chris Extreme encouraging him on, Crux unloads some punches on him, but soon has Luciano shove him off. Crux rises, wanting to go right back on the attack, nailing Luci with a kick to the face, just as he goes to stand.
Grabbing a leftover baseball glove, Crux begins smacking Luciano's face with it, getting blood on it, thanks to the bleeding lip. Soon, they're fighting down the third base line, with Luciano fighting back, giving some punches.
Using some quick thinking, Luciano twists Crux's mask around his head, blinding his vision. As a result, Crux blindly stumbles around, swatting at the air, allowing for Jimmy to club him from behind with a double-axehandle. Placing his hands on Crux's mask and tights, Jimmy grabs him and heaves him towards homebase, pretending to be a sliding baseball player!
Unfortunately for Crux, he goes headfirst into homeplate. Cleansing his hands, Luciano lifts Crux up and places him into a standing headscissors. After this, he hoists Crux up into a crucifix-powerbomb... only to have Chris Extreme move in and pull Crux down!
Confused, Jimmy swings around... only to bump into Crux, who then connects with "The Cutter out of Nowhere!" onto homebase! He throws his arm over Luciano's chest...
The count is made...
...1...2...3!
Awarded the victor, with his mask still spun around on his face, the referee hands Crux the Ultraviolence Title. In the meantime, Chris Extreme also comes in, going to congratulate him. However, Crux thinks he's an attacker, making him drop his trainer, Chris Extreme, with The Cutter from Nowhere, as well!
The referee accidentally bumps into Crux and he gives the ref one, too.
The scene and match concludes with Crux holding his Ultraviolence Title, while Jimmy Luciano, Chris Extreme and the referee lay on the ground. Crux switches his mask around and sees the damage he's done.
Crux: Whoops. Oh Jesus.
He pokes Chris Extreme, trying to revive him. The image goes to the back.
Winner: Crux
Morgana: I know we buried the hatchet awhile ago, but I just want to tell you something.
"The Creep" doesn't back away, as he looks at Morgy, who points at his World Title.
Morgana: The challenge I'm making? It's for that... the World Title. I want a shot.
Carson thinks to himself and calmly responds.
Chris Carson: If you want the shot... then you got it. You name the time and you name the place.
In reply, Morgana nods.
Morgana: Good... good...
She taps her own Television Title and walks away, headed towards the entrance.
"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 venue suddenly descends into total darkness, sparking the crowd into an expectant frenzy. For a long moment, the sound system is completely silent and the screen above the entrance is blank. However, above the din of the crowd, sinister circus music begins to play, crackling loudly through the speakers. The screen suddenly comes to life, an image of Morgana fading in slowly.
On either side of the entrance two pyros explode, sending columns of fire blazing toward the ceiling. The image fades out of existence and the circus music dies abruptly. The arena is thrown into silence again, save for the anticipatory rumblings of the crowd, before "Circus" by Britney Spears bursts from the sound system.
there's only two types of people in the world
the ones that entertain, and the ones that observe
well baby i'm a put-on-a-show kinda girl
don't like the back seat, gotta be first
all eyes on me in the centre of the ring
just like a circus
when i crack that whip everybody gon' trip
just like a circus
After handing the Television Title over to the referee, Morgana turns and faces Declan Turner, who remains in his corner, waiting for things to commence. As the bell rings, the two combatants step toward each other, with Morgana ducking and swinging around on a lock-up attempt from Declan.
Right away, she drops down, trying to roll him up with a schoolboy...
...1...2...
However, a wise Declan easily kicks out, continuing the match!
Springing right back up, he gets in her face and offers a vicious slap across her right cheek! Stumbling back, Morgana holds her face, while Declan goes on the attack, striking with a flurry of strikes, even adding in some knees. Backing her into the corner, he repeatedly hits more shots, eventually setting her up into a belly-to-belly suplex position.
Sending Morgy overheard, he instantly pops back up, targeting the current Television Champ. As she goes to stand, he blasts her with a running-kick to the side of her head, dizzying her. After that, he latches onto her waist and goes to release German suplex her...
...but she's able to make a complete backflip; and land safely on her feet!
Despite being dizzy, she charges forward, using Declan's back as a launching pad, as he remains on his hands and knees. Shooting forward, she lands on the top rope and then moonsaults back, catching him as he stands, bringing him to the mat!
Springing right back up, both opponents look at each other, with Morgy running at Declan, once again. Handspringing towards him, she rolls up and over him, until she is on his shoulders. Pushing herself forward, she proceeds to sunset-flip over Declan, rolling him up into another pinfall attempt...
The referee counts...
...1...2...
Again, Declan kicks out, opting to roll safely out of the attempted pinfall!
Jumping up, he goes to deliver another running-kick to a seated Morgana's face. At the right time, though, Morgana rolls back, avoiding the assault, allowing her to get to her feet. She ducks an attempted clothesline from Declan and then goes for a prawn-hold, rolling him up into another pinfall!
She reverse-jackknifes his legs and leans back, holding him down, while the referee counts...
...1...2...
...No!
Declan pushes his way out, again! This kickout sends Morgana springing towards the ropes, where she bounces off and head straight for Declan, who is about to rise.
Swinging his legs around, Declan wisely sweeps both of Morgana's legs out from under her, sending her smashing her face off the canvas! Jumping up, he goes on the attack, starting by kicking her in the ribcage, hoists her up and then gutwrench suplexes her.
Focusing on her back, which was feverishly worked over at Over the Top Rope 5, Declan rolls her onto her stomach and places his right foot on her back. Reaching down, he grabs onto both of Morgy's arms and begins pulling back, while pressing forward with his foot.
Yells of pain can be heard emanating from Morgana, as Declan recklessly pulls back, not caring much for Morgana's condition. The referee moves in, listening for a submission from Morgy, who shakes her head -- "no", denying Declan victory.
With the fans cheering her on, Morgana fights back, eventually getting to a kneeling position, with Declan now switching from his foot to his knee. Nevertheless, Morgana keeps fighting back, eventually making her way to her feet, with Declan being unable to keep grinding his knee into her back.
As Declan holds her arms behind her back, she jumps up, rolls forward and wraps her legs around Declan, rolling him up into a bodyscissors-pinfall!
Again, the referees count...
...1...2...
...kickout!
Caught by surprise, Declan pops up, grabs Morgana's right foot and drags her to the ground. Rolling her onto her stomach, he goes to drop an elbow on her spine, but she rolls out of the way.
Jumping up, Morgana notices Declan get back up and run at her. Thinking fast, she ducks out of the way and runs to the opposite set of ropes. Storming back, she charges at Declan, who retorts by trying for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, only to have Morgana slide into a guillotine front-facelock, while wrapping her legs around Declan's waist!
Having his head tucked into his chest, Declan remains on his feet, with Morgana trying to drag him down to the ground. The fans are on their feet, hoping for the best, with Morgy slowly wearing him down. Even the referee moves in, checking on Declan's status, as he slowly drops to one knee.
The referee lifts Declan's hand once...
...it falls...
He lifts it again...
...it falls...
For the third time, the referee lifts Declan's arm, checking his status.
...
Instead of dropping, Declan keeps his arm in the air, deciding to give the fans the middle finger, instead. Popping onto both feet, Declan uses all of his strength to heave Morgana overhead with a cradle-suplex into a fisherman's buster!
Slowly, Declan sits up, looking over his shoulder, seeing Morgana roll around the ring, holding her neck and back. Smirking lavishly, he crawls towards the ropes, using them to help him stand.
Leaning against the ropes, he turns around, looking at Morgana, who gets to her knees. Moving towards her, he grabs her pink hair and forces her to a standing base. Delivering several chops to the chest, he knocks her against the ropes and then whips her out. Ducking down, he attempts a big backdrop, only to be surprised by Morgana who goes back-to-back in flipping over him and landing on her own feet.
Trying to swing things back in her favour, she jumps on his shoulders, looking for a reverse-hurricanrana...
...but Declan quickly halts that by throwing Morgana forward. As a result, he's able to strike Morgana in the back of her skull with a fast-paced punch, which knocks her into the corner! As she bounces back, he lifts her up onto his shoulders, placing her in a Torture Rack position.
Trying to squeeze her down, hoping to break her in two, Declan tries to make her submit. The referee moves in and checks on her status, noticing her refuse to quit.
With no other choice, Declan roves into the corner, smashing Morgana against the turnbuckle pads, placing her in a reverse Tree of Woe. Going into the opposite corner, he charges out, full-speed ahead...
...he goes to deliver a running double-knee shot to Morgana's back, which would damage her spine even moreso...
...but she pulls herself up! Declan strikes both knees off the turnbuckle pads!
Stumbling back, holding both knees, Declan turns around, only to see Morgana leap off the top rope, delivering a somersault hurricanrana! Flipping forward, she takes Declan down and transfers right into an attempted pinfall...
...1...2...!
...but Declan is able to reverse it into a pinfall of his own...!
...1...2...!
Declan's attempt at a reversal fails!
Both of them stand to their feet, with Morgana having her back to the corner. Declan charges in at her... but she side-steps the attack and drop-toe-holds Declan, smashing his face off the middle rope!
Hoping to capitalize on this, Morgana steps to the outer portion of the apron, runs across it and swings herself around the steel ring post, delivering a swinging-kick to the head of Declan! Soon enough, Declan is on his back, laying parallel to the corner, with Morgana climbing to the top rope, looking to bring an end to things.
The crowd is on their feet and she signals to them...
She goes for the Morgasm!
...
Declan rolls away from her, moving into the opposite corner! She misses, but is able to land on her feet! She turns around... and meets a spear from a charging Declan Turner, which sends her twisting inside-out, through the air!
The fans have been quickly flatlined; and so has Morgana, who slowly stands up. Jumping upward, he runs at her again, nailing her with the Blood Money! In one fluid motion, he grabs her legs and then locks on the Bundle of Thorns, making sure to apply pressure to her neck and back!
The referee moves in, seeing that she is barely conscious!
However, the fans don't quit on her. Cheering out loud, they try to get to move towards the ropes.
Slowly, she awakens, motioning towards the ropes. Reaching out, the ropes tantalizingly stand in front of her, with Declan doing his best to apply even more pressure.
She reaches... and reaches... and reaches...
The pain is strong, but she reaches...
She's got them! She latches onto the ropes, sending the fans into a frenzy!
Alas, Declan Turner is not finished. With one great tug, he pulls her back into the center of the ring, with nowhere to go!
Her yells and screams of pain are apparent. She has no other choice but to tap out! The match is over! Declan Turner is the winner, via submission!
Declan keeps the hold applied, even after he has been announced the winner. He wants to break her, wishing to destroy her career. The referee tries removing him, but it's no use.
It isn't until Chris Carson comes running down that things change.
Sliding into the ring, "The Creep" focuses on Declan, striking him with punches, which soon get Declan to release the hold. Fists are thrown between both men, allowing for a hurting Morgana to rise, as Declan flattens Chris Carson in the corner.
Going to grab his newly won Television Title, Declan turns around.
POP!
Morgana charges at him, striking him in the temple with a John-Woo Kick! He is sent flying from the ring, being send through the ropes, landing with a sick thud on the ground!
Morgana eyes Chris Carson, who lays in the corner, glad for his help. Unfortunately, the Television Title is no longer hers. It now belongs to Declan Turner, who lays on the ground, unconscious, not moving a muscle. He doesn't even seem to be breathing.
Fade out.
Winner: Declan Turner
Ring... ring...
His phone rings and he picksit up.
Corey Page: Hello.
...
Corey Page: Say what?
...
Corey Page: Cancelled? We can't be cancelled...
...
Corey Page: What the fuck?!
...
The voice on the other end of the line hangs up, leaving Corey Page looking stunned. He has no idea how to react.