The sound of two walking feet striking off the ground is heard as the camera flickers on, showing the image of Sin Wrestling's newest television show, Eternity. The sound of those two feet continuing clicking and clacking, until finally, the camera switches to the backstage area, where a beaten and bruised Corey Page is shown entering the arena for tonight's card.

A bandage is taped to the owner's forehead, complete with various stitches all over his body, showing off his battlescars from his war with Chris Extreme at Illusions. He passes a random group of officials, who all greet Corey, waving to him and making notice of his wounds.

Random Official #1: Hey, Corey!

Random Official #2: Welcome back, Mister Page. It's about time that Chris Extreme is out of here! God, I hated that bastard.

Random Official #3: Me too. He worked me to the bone. And I don't even work here!

"Random Official #3" throws down his clipboard and walks out of the arena, brushing past a confused Corey Page, who just watches him exit the building.

Corey Page: Uh, thanks, guys.

By now an even larger group has circulated around Corey Page; who is making his first appearance since defeating Chris Extreme and running him out of Sin Wrestling.

Corey Page: Anyhow, I'm glad to be back and I want everyone to know that there will be some big changes around here. I've signed some new talent, I've got a new TV deal, as you all know; but above all else, all title holders will hold onto their belt. Yes, even though all your titles were won during Chris Extreme's reign, you get to keep them.

In the huddle, various SW members such as Destiny Daniels and Vincent Kane can be seen nodding their head.

Corey Page: With that being said, someone get me an icepack for my head and show me to my office. Thanks!

Filing that last-minute request, Corey stumbles off, being handed an ice-pack by a random individual. He obviously heads to his office.

Triple Threat

Draven vs. Jude Malice vs. Tony Millennia

The lights in the arena fade away, as “Remember” By Disturbed begins to play over the P.A system. The fans begin to boo as the lights dim back into a blue hue upon the top of the ramp, while the camera fixates upon the image of Jude Malice, who stands with his head down and his arms outstretched in a crucifix. Slowly, he lowers his arms, before raising his head and making his way slowly down the ramp, towards the ring. Sliding into the ring, under the bottom of the ropes, he jumps up and walks to a corner, before dropping into a crouch against the turnbuckle to await the start of this match.

Lex Robinson: The first out to the ring is Jude Malice.

Steve Hebert: One of the seven hundred new rookies!

Lex Robinson: True, except for the seven hundred part.

# i am walking through your streets #
# i am looking in your windows #
# i am elemental now #
# you'll never even know i'm there #

"Elemental" by Stone Sour hits and Draven runs out from the back, hyper and jubilant, jumping up and down at a rythmic pace to the bass line of the song. He holds his head down as he continues to jump up, making it seem like a bouncy movement.

# i am everything #
# i am anything #
# i am automatic #
# i am yesterday #

Steve Hebert: Look at him flailing around like an idiot.

Lex Robinson: Wait, is that Tony Millennia? It is!

Steve Hebert: And he’s clotheslining Draven from behind! There goes Draven's music.

Lex Robinson: But the bell hasn’t even rung yet! Does this count?!

Caught completely by surprise, Draven takes his time regaining his equilibrium. When he turns to face his attacker, Tony Millennia, he’s already prepared. Millennia scoops Draven up in a fireman’s carry and dangles him over the edge of the stage.

Steve Hebert: This is what he gets for pretending he’s having a seizure.

Lex Robinson: Oh god, Tony Millennia basically tossed him off the stage into god knows what!

Steve Hebert: God!

Already getting one opponent out of the way, no longer making this match a triple threat, Tony Millennia makes his way down to the ring, eyeing Jude Malice very intently. The bell finally rings and the two lock up.

Lex Robinson: Jude Malice manages to overpower Millennia, tossing him flat on his --

Steve Hebert: Ass. Jude follows up with a simple boot to the face.

Lex Robinson: But Millennia’s revved up tonight, he’s not staying down that easily!

Tony Millennia quickly rises to his feet and stands chest to chest with Malice. With an intense fire in his eyes, Millennia takes a step back and roughly shoves Jude down, causing him to tumble into the corner. Millennia followed up with a knee choke. After the ref counts, he’s forced to release the choke. Now, Tony begins slapping Malice in the face repeatedly.

Lex Robinson: He’s only just returned and he’s already being a bully.

Steve Hebert: Malice is getting pretty pissed off.

Lex Robinson: Ever notice that a dog gets really pissed off when you blow in their face, but in the car, they stick their head out the window?

Steve Hebert: What the Christ does that have to do with this match? Or SW for that matter?

Lex Robinson: Nothing, but Jude’s face reminds me of my dog when I blow in his face. Then he bit my face.

Steve Hebert: True story.

Tony drags Jude up to his feet by his long hair, grabs his arm and whips him into the ropes. Malice comes flying back and ducks a clothesline from Millennia. As he bounces off the ropes once more, he surprises his opponent with a big boot to the face.

Lex Robinson: And there he goes.

Steve Hebert: Jude follows up with several cheap kicks to Millennia’s abdomen.

Lex Robinson: Now he’s picking Tony up via headlock only to ram his skull back into the mat ala Evenflow DDT!

Steve Hebert: He’s going for a pin!

…1…2…

Lex Robinson: Millennia kicks!

Jude doesn’t give Millennia the time to gather himself before he pulls him up and knocks him back with several punches to the face. Still dazed, Millennia wobbles with each punch. Switching it up, Jude bounces off the ropes and comes back with a powerful clothesline, slamming Millennia back onto the mat.

Lex Robinson: Still full of energy, Jude Malice hops up to his feet and heads over to the turn buckle, sitting upon it. Malice just sits and waits for Tony to regain his footing. Just as he does, Malice leaps off the middle rope...

Steve Hebert: Millennia falls victim to the hurricanranna! Jude eagerly goes for another pin!

...1...

Lex Robinson: Millennia kicks out in just one! Jude Malice argues with the ref, before returning to the turnbuckle, but this time, climbs all the way up, facing the crowd.

Steve Hebert: Jude jumps off for a moonsault!

Lex Robinson: Millennia rolls out of the way!

Slamming his stomach into the mat, Jude quickly rolls onto his back in pain. Though, he quickly sucks it up and rises to his feet.

Steve Hebert: I don’t like his hair, but this Jude kid has got spunk.

Lex Robinson: ...ew.

Steve Hebert: Of course your homo mind would think of that. Not that I, Sin Wrestling, or anyone in, representing, or affiliated with SW have a problem with homosexuals. Well, except maybe Chris Extreme.

Lex Robinson: You saved us a lawsuit.

Steve Hebert: As I always do.

While Lex and Steve banter about homosexual lawsuits, Jude Malice dodges a tornado punch from Tony Millennia and quickly regains the advantage with a reverse neck breaker. Malice opts for the cheap shots as he begins choking Millennia in the middle of the ring with his boot. When he’s finished, he stomps Tony in the face, nearly leaving a boot print.

Lex Robinson: Tony crawls to the corner and uses it as leverage to get to his feet. He turns around just in time to see Jude Malice running towards him for a spear.

Steve Hebert: Millennia moves just in time making Jude hit the post with his shoulder.

With Jude Malice still crouched in the corner, Millennia comes up behind him, and as if he just got a burst of energy, wraps his arms around his waist, snapping back for a back-to-belly suplex. Using a front face lock, Millennia forces Jude to his feet.

Lex Robinson: Millennia hits the Ballistic DDT!

Steve Hebert: A classic sign that Tony F’n Millennia really is back!

Lex Robinson: Now he’s placing Malice into an inverted face lock. Malice gives up a fight with a few punches to Tony’s side.

Steve Hebert: Tony uses his other arm to slam his fist into Jude’s chest!

Lex Robinson: Millennia’s lifting Jude up. Is he going for an inverted brainbuster?

Steve Hebert: Nope, he’s spinning Jude’s body around. He’s going for his Starfire Deluxe!

Tony Millennia drops to a seated position, smashing Jude’s face into the mat. Trying to suppress a smile of victory, he loosely covers Jude Malice.

...1...2...3!

Lex Robinson: Millennia wins the match! What a great way for him to return.

"The Day the World Went Away (Quiet)" by Nine Inch Nails hits, signaling not only the end of the match, but Tony Millennia as the victor.

Corey Page's office. Corey stands near his desk with a look of concern on his face.

Corey Page: I just hope you prove you're worth what it took to get you here.

He is speaking to someone that's apparently in front of him, but off camera.

Corey Page: You want to make big time money here? You want shots at gold? Then show me I wasn't wrong in aquiring you for Sin.

Voice off camera: And that means?

Corey Page: Show me something to make everyone take interest.

The man responds with silence then turns to leave the room.

The camera switches into the locker-room area, showing Xander Gates sitting on a bench, hunched over, collecting his thoughts. Preparing for his upcoming match, he almost appears solemn, trying to get over his loss to Destiny Daniels at Illusions, failing to cash in on his first World Title shot in 2 years. He sits in silence; that is, until Ace Rodgers decides to make his presence felt.

Barging in, holding a microphone and pointing it at Xander Gates' face, Ace immediately begins questioning him.

Ace Rodgers: Hey, Xander, you lost at Illusions! How does that feel? How does it feel to be mean to monkeys, huh? How does it feel?!

Looking up at Ace with an awkward look, Xander remains speechless, still being hounded by Ace Rodgers.

Ace Rodgers: Oh, sure, you're Mr. Wordsmith when momentum is on your side. But, where are your words, now? Destiny beat you fair-and-square.

Upon muttering those words, Xander stands to his feet, corning Ace. He grabs the microphone from Ace's hands.

Xander Gates: How do I feel? How do you think it feels?! I screwed up my first title shot in 2 frickin' years! As for Destiny Daniels, 'm not finished with her yet. You'll see what I mean. All of you will see what I mean.

Xander flings the microphone back at Ace's chest, causing Ace to catch it awkwardly. Looking puzzled, Ace shrugs his shoulders and watches as Xander Gates grabs his towel, walks off and heads towards the ringside area.

The parking garage of the arena is less like a one-toned lifeless gray, and more like a series of grays that do nothing to create the illusion of warmth. SW wrestlers show up in irregular intervals to enter the building and put in a hard night's work. Near the entrance to the building from the garage a dirty, silver Ford Probe is parked.

A woman sits on the hood with her back resting against the windshield. The smoke from her cigarette rises slowly above her curly red hair. She has on a pair of black jeans with a black vest. A long, gray coat rests over them. From one of the large pockets, a bottle of vodka sticks out. It looks the same as the half empty one in her non-smoking hand. Her reddish brown eyes silently watch people as they head inside. Black painted lips form no true expression.

She takes a drag off her generic, menthol cigarette. Instead of exhaling, she gulps a large portion of her bottle of vodka. Smoke slowly eeks from the sides of her mouth after she pulls the bottle away from her lips. No one knows who she is yet, but she prefers it that way. Her name is Summer Ashton. She's not here to interact tonight. Just to watch. Silently she puts her cigarette out on the hood of her car as another wrestler enters the building.

One can learn alot just from watching people go about the menial task of going from car to building. She chugs the rest of her bottle before tossing it behind her car. The plastic bounces around, making more noise than she'd intended. It attracts the attention of some crew members working on their camera setup. She just glares at them. They lose interest after a moment and turn around. Lighting another cigarette she snorts before speaking under her breath.

Summer Ashton: So, when am I supposed to be impressed?

She leans back in her seat as the scene quickly changes.

Singles Match

Dan Black vs. Xander Gates

"Simple Design" by Breaking Benjamin goes off and Dan Black comes out from the back and then runs into the ring. He climbs each turnbuckle, pointing to the audience and he goes to the center of the ring and stomps his right foot, which ignites pyro all around the ringside area.

Lex Robinson: Here's Dan Black.

Steve Hebert: Word. He's pretty black.

Lex Robinson: Actually, he's white.

Steve Hebert: Oh.

"Death March" by Black Label Society strikes the speakers, thus bringing out Xander Gates, who is dressed in a black priest's robe. Standing atop the entrance, he basks in the hatred of the fans, who continue to jeer him as he makes his way towards the ringside area. Once he rolls in, he walks into a corner to keep picking on the fans, waiting for his match to commence.

Lex Robinson: This should be a pretty solid matchup. Dan Black is an up-and-coming star in SW and he is trying to leave his mark against the grizzled veteran in Xander Gates.

Steve Hebert: Yawn.

Lex Robinson: Xander is coming off a pretty big loss which took place at Illusions on Halloween, and he is looking to get back on track. A loss to the new guy could quite possibly put him out of any title contention for god knows how long.

Steve Hebert: God knows we don't want that to happen.

Lex Robinson: Well, Xander is a great competitor, even if he is a little insane.

Steve Hebert: Meh, who cares.

Lex Robinson: Everyone that isn't you, obviously. The bell sounds and the two step towards each other, slowly. Xander's face is etched in expression of determination, as he looks more ready than ever to take on Dan Black, who is looking calm, cool and collected.

Steve Hebert: Typical blacks.

Lex Robinson: The two exchange words in the center of the ring, which results in Xander pushing Dan Black with a stiff arm, which causes him to stumble back a few steps. In return, Dan Black lunges forward trying to catch Gates with a clothesline, which is immediately ducked under and returned with a stiff kick to the kidney's from Xander.

Steve Hebert: So much for that idea, eh?

Lex Robinson: A quick exchange by the two, but it seems like Black took most of the damage from that one.

Steve Hebert: Jack Black needs to be in the business a bit longer before he tries to get away with silly things like that.

Lex Robinson: Going up against a guy like Xander, he'll definitely learn a lot from this match up.

Steve Hebert: I doubt it.

Lex Robinson: You would.

While Dan Black is nursing his kidney whole holding onto the ropes, Xander seizes the opportunity and leaps onto Dan's back. He pulls him down to the mat, applying somewhat of a chokehold with one arm, while throwing hammer fists onto the chest of Black. The ref doesn't wait to long to break up the tangled mess of the two men.

Lex Robinson: Xander looks to be trying to inflict as much damage as possible in the shortest amount of time in this match up. He doesn't want to give Black any chance, he just wants to get in and out.

Steve Hebert: In and Out Burger?

Lex Robinson: What?

Steve Hebert: I'm fucking starving.

Lex Robinson: I hear ya. All I had to eat today was a bowl of spaghetti.

Steve Hebert: Oh really, I've had nachos, three hamburgers, two hot-dogs, a steak, some rice and noodles and a dog.

Lex Robinson: ...

Both men are on their feet and Xander is laying into Dan with big forearms to his chest. After having Black rattled a bit, Xander uses the ropes to get some force and leaps at Black with a big crossbody block.

Lex Robinson: Dan Black, being the bigger man, is able to catch Xander in mid-air, take a few steps around the ring, and then put all his weight into falling forward on top of Xander via a huge falling body slam! What an amazing display of power from Dan Black! This kid really does have some talent! I can see him making a name for himself here in no time!

Steve Hebert: ...You got anything to eat?

Black pops right back up to his feet, the shots from earlier have obviously faded and he's ready to fight. He grabs Gates by the head and drags him back to his feet, whipping him into the ropes and nailing a huge power slam. However, Black doesn't let go and he gets back to his feet with Xander in his arms. He's moving slowly, the weight of Xander and himself being a little too much, as he's struggling but manages to get to his feet, using the ropes for leverage.

Lex Robinson: Xander Gates, seeing an opportunity, starts kicking his feet, trying to tumble outside of the ring. He manages to do so, and both men go up and over the top rope!

Steve Hebert: Oh snap.

Xander hits the mat outside the ring hard, but Dan Black ends up getting caught up in the ropes.

Lex Robinson: Dan Black's own power and size seemed to have been used against him here. I don't know where Gates was able to get the energy to rock the man after that huge power slam.

Steve Hebert: Do you have any energy bars? I'm feeling a little famished.

Lex Robinson: ...Shut it.

Xander knows he has a few moments before the ref is able to get Dan Black out of the ropes, so he uses them wisely. He slowly gets to his feet, then proceeds to lean against the barrier, just regaining his strength. Before the ref has Black liberated, Xander takes a few steps back, then runs and leaps onto the barrier, does a 180, and then leaps off the barrier, nailing Dan right in the upper chest area with a huge springboard dropkick!

Lex Robinson: Whoa!

Steve Hebert: Holy mother of Xander!

The ropes break free and Dan and Xander both tumble to the mat. Xander is feeling it though and jumps right back to his feet and drops a few closed fits to the back of Dan's head, in rapid succession. The ref has begun his 10 count.

Lex Robinson: What an amazing display of athleticism from from Xander! That dropkick was something else.

Steve Hebert: Yeah...

Lex Robinson: ...Right.

Xander doesn't waste time rolling himself back into the ring, and just laying on the mat, while the ref is still counting out Dan.

Lex Robinson: It isn't until about 7 that Dan Black works his way back to his feet and is able to slide under the bottom rope.

Steve Hebert: About damn time.

Still moving slowly feeling the pain from the dropkick and fistdrops, Dan Black isn't able to make a move before Xander, who is right on top of Dan. Without hesitation, Xander jumps on the back of Black and locks in the Dragon Clutch.

Lex Robinson: The Dragon Clutch! This is one of Xander's old moves! This could be it...

Steve Hebert: What are you blind? He's too close to the ropes.

Dan Black is able to get his feet on the ropes and the ref breaks the hold. Xander jumps off obviously angry.

Lex Robinson: Oh.

With Dan trying to slowly get to his feet again, Xander is too busy to notice while arguing with the ref. However, Dan is able to inch his way towards Xander and try for a schoolboy roll up. The ref drops down.

Lex Robinson: Xander Gates rolls to safety!

Steve Hebert: Phew. Close call.

Xander is able to roll out of the move, causing Dan to flatten out on the mat. Scurrying quickly, Xander hops on the back of Dan and locks in the Dragon Clutch one more time.

Lex Robinson: For the second time in a row, Xander Gates has this hold locked on! Maybe this is it, now!

This time he is nowhere near the ropes and wrenches back as hard as he can, causing Black to tap out.

Lex Robinson: It's over! There's no ropes this time! Despite looking a little disheveled, Xander Gates comes out with the win.

Steve Hebert: Thanks be to Xander.

Once the bell rings, Xander Gates releases the hold and walks to the back, listening to a flurry of jeers from the fans.

Winner: Xander Gates

Nikita is seen walking around the backstage area warily. She weaves through some people very new to her. Remy Armour, Jimmy Luciano, Krystal Meth and so on. By the end of it, she's looking rather nervous until she spots Ace Rodgers.

Nikita: Ace! Thank fuck you're here.

Ace Rodgers: Wait, what? Oh...I knew you always had eyes for me.

Nikita: No, you idiot. I thought I was at the wrong arena. Looks like the roster's been taking steroids again, huh?

With her tag team title around her waist, she slings another title over her shoulder after wiping sweat from her forehead and releasing a sigh of relief.

Ace Rodgers: What the hell is that?

Nikita: Why, it's the Platinum Title, Ace. I'd figure you'd know that.

Ace Rodgers: Well, yes, but why do you have it?

Nikita: Because I never lost it.

Nikita winks at Ace and walks off. Ace begins to shout.

Ace Rodgers: But it's retired!

Nikita: Don't care!

Fade out.

Corey Page rests comfortably in his chair, sitting behind his office desk, which is still littered in Chris Extreme propaganda. Eyeing them, he uses one full swoop to swoosh everything off his desk, throwing it all to the floor. Leaning back, he rests his head against his chair, while picking at the stitches that are in his arm.

Bam!

Jolting up, Corey nearly falls out of his chair, as the door to his office slams shut. With his eyes flashing open, an ominous figure stands before Corey, who sits with his jaw gaping wide open.

Corey Page: ...You... what the hell are you doing here? I haven't seen you in months...

The figure in front of Corey slams his fists down on the desk and starts to speak.

Danny Boy Vegas: I want my damn title back!

The camera pans back and there he is -- Danny Boy Vegas, in the flesh, making his return to Sin Wrestling. His eyes are demanding, and the tone in his voice isn't too calm, either.

Danny Boy Vegas: I see that Vincent Kane fellow walking around with my title, which I never cleanly lost. Remember? You stripped me of it!

Corey Page: Ye--...

Danny Boy Vegas: And I want it back.

Corey Page: Yes, but--...

Danny Boy Vegas: I want it back, now!

Seeming angered by Danny Boy's overly assertive manner, Corey Page leaps to his feet, kicking his chair back. He gets in Danny Boy's face.

Corey Page: Look, here, Danny Boy Vegas, I've got two things to say to you. Are you ready?!

Danny Boy Vegas: Of course I'm ready! And it better involve me getting my damn title back.

Corey hushes Danny Boy Vegas with one hand.

Corey Page: No, listen to me. Number one; who does your hair? I'm serious. You have the best hair in the industry. Good lord, just look at it -- all flowing and shit.

Danny Boy Vegas: What the...? Shut the hell up!

Corey Page: I'm just sayin'! You must use one awesome conditioner.

Danny Boy sighs.

Danny Boy Vegas: What's number two?!

Corey Page: Oh. Oh yeah. It's about your title.

Danny Boy Vegas: Yeah, go on.

Corey Page: Well...

Danny Boy listens intently.

Corey Page: ...you're not getting it back.

Infuriated, Danny Boy steps back.

Corey Page: In fact, you just came back! You don't even deserve a title shot yet!

Danny Boy Vegas: No goddamn way.

Corey Page: Listen, I tell you what. You conserve your anger for in-ring purposes. Why? I'll tell you why!

Danny Boy Vegas: Spit it the hell out.

Corey Page: I know we just finished a pay per view, but we have another one coming up. December 24th, to be exact... Christmas Eve. If you're a good boy, Santa will give you a chance to earn back your title shot. I'll book you against... hmm...

Corey thinks to himself. He then snaps his fingers, as if a lightbulb has gone off inside of his head.

Corey Page: Ah-ha! I'll book you against another returning superstar... Tony Millennia!

Danny Boy Vegas: Tony Millennia?!

Corey Page: Yes, yes; and if you can beat him, you can have your shot at the title... the Lust Title... against whoever the hell holds it then. Probably Vincent Kane; maybe not, hell if I know.

Shaking his head, Danny Boy still does not seem pleased, as Corey takes a seat.

Danny Boy Vegas: I have to beat Tony freakin' Millennia in order to get a title shot, at my title, nonetheless.

Corey Page: Pretty much, yes.

Danny Boy Vegas: Son of a...

Danny Boy goes to storm off, almost ready to slam the office door, but he is halted by Corey, who tells him to stop in his tracks.

Corey Page: Hey, whoa... wait! Don't go anywhere! You can start your quest for that title right now, in a match against a newcomer to Sin Wrestling! Get to that ring and show 'em what you got!

Danny Boy Vegas: Unbelieveable!

Disgruntled, Danny Boy Vegas steps out of Corey's office and slams the door behind him, stifling Corey.

Corey Page: Ah, how I missed that.

The scene fades out.

Singles Match

Captain Isiah Morgan vs. Danny Boy Vegas

The lights cut out abruptly.

A monstrously heavy and incredibly sludgy riff explodes onto the PA system. Pale white strobelights rove the audience as static fades onto the big screen.

The monolithic form of Danny Boy Vegas steps out from behind the curtain to a resounding chorus of boos. The self-proclaimed Lord of the Four Corners glances from side to side before starting down the ramp. He cracks his knuckles as he goes, his eyes focused completely on the ring from behind his aviator sunglasses. He pulls himself onto the apron and then steps over the top rope, standing in the ring.

He pulls off his jacket and tosses it aside, cracking his neck. He then slips his aviator sunglasses off and hands them to the timekeeper. Straightening up again, he climbs up to the second rope and gives the traditional Superman pose, getting himself another round of boos from the crowd.

Lex Robinson: Danny Boy Vegas has returned, ladies and gentleman!

Steve Hebert: It's about goddamn time, too, might I add. I've missed him so, so much. Remember The Bastard Express, Lex?

Lex Robinson: Indeed I do. It was Danny Boy and Goliath... and they put on one damn good match against former Tag Champs, Zimdela Brudon and Gwenivere Jordan.

"The Seven Seas" by Captain Dan begins to play and everyone looks towards the entrance, waiting for Captain Isiah Morgan to make his debut.

Steve Hebert: Uhh... aren't we supposed to see someone?

Lex Robinson: Captain Isiah Morgan was supposed to come out. If you all remember, Captain Isiah Morgan was at Illusions dressed up as... uh... well, he was at Illusions.

Steve Hebert: Just what SW needs -- another retard.

Lex Robinson: But where is he?

With everyone's attention focused on the entrance, they do not notice Captain Isiah Morgan making his way through the balcony, eventually stopping in place. With a rope that extends from the rafters in his hands, he leaps off the balcony and swings all the way to the ring.

Lex Robinson: Holy crap, there he is!

Steve Hebert: What in the goddamn.

Lex Robinson: He's a pirate, Steve. Don't you get it?

Landing in the ring, Isiah bounces off the canvas and charges at Danny Boy, leaping into the air, hoping to strike him with a double axehandle shot. However, Danny pre-empts it by kicking him in the stomach.

Steve Hebert: Silly pirate. Don't you know the Pirates of the Carribean crze died down months ago?

Lex Robinson: It's what he is!

Steve Hebert: Sure, and I'm a flaming homosexual.

Lex Robinson: ...What?

Steve Hebert: I don't think you "get" what I'm saying.

Lex Robinson: You can say that again.

Danny backs into the nearby ropes, storms back with the force of 100 blows and delivers the Swordstroke to Isiah, nearly twisting his entire body around in the air.

Lex Robinson: Good lord! He just twisted the good Captain inside-out!

Steve Hebert: So much for acting like a pirate, then. He'll be lucky if he can act like a dead squid after this.

Lex Robinson: Danny Boy commences stomping on Isiah's head, hoping to keep him down, even bouncing off the ropes and delivering a mean elbowdrop across Isiah's neck.

Steve Hebert: Continuing with the elbows, Danny Boy begins peppering in the back of the head with those shots. Son of a bitch, that has to hurt that filthy, lice-ridden pirate.

Lex Robinson: Dragging Captain Isiah to his feet, Danny Boy back-elbows him, sending him back-first against the ropes, where Isiah tries to recover. Unfortunately, he can't rest that long, as Danny chops his chest and then whips him out.

Steve Hebert: The dreaded Irish-whip; the enemy of all pirates.

Lex Robinson: Ducking down, it appears that Danny Boy is looking for a backdrop on Isiah, but he falls victim to a kick to the face from the pirate! He maybe fighting back here!

After kicking and kneeing Danny Boy in the gut, Isiah makes his way to the second turnbuckle pad, which he jumps off, delivering a flying elbowdrop to the back of Danny Boy's neck, dropping him face-first onto the canvas!

Lex Robinson: See? He is fighting back!

Steve Hebert: If that ugly pirate wins, I'll eat my own hand hat!

Lex Robinson: But you don't have a hat.

Steve Hebert: Fine. I'll eat your greasy hair.

Lex Robinson: Deal!

Rolling Danny over, Captain Isiah tries for a pin...

...1...

Steve Hebert: Jesus, he's gotta be dumb if he thinks Danny Boy Vegas already. It's obvious that Danny Boy is gonna kick out. Hell, I'm surprised that he even kicked out at one.

Lex Robinson: I actually agree. You have to put a lot into beating Danny Boy. He's a very resilient guy.

Picking Danny Boy up, Captain Isiah strikes him with some punches and even tries biting his arm, which Danny does not like. Striking Isiah with some clubbing blows to the back, he is able to force the release of the hold, even catching Captain Isiah Morgan with a sidewalk slam.

Steve Hebert: He tried to bite him! Danny Boy Vegas isn't made out of chicken. Nor is he a fish!

Lex Robinson: Luckily, Danny Boy is able to swat him away. He should be thankful that he didn't remove a chunk of flesh from his arm.

Steve Hebert: Isiah Morgan obviously thinks he is a zombie pirate. Like in that movie... The Fog. Boy, both versions of that movie sucked shit.

Lex Robinson: Hear, hear.

Striking Isiah with a big chop to his chest, Danny Boy knocks his opponent down, only to quickly lift him back up. He whips Captain Isiah into the ropes, hoping to strike him with a big foot, but it gets ducked.

Lex Robinson: Isiah ducks beneath Danny Boy's foot! He goes for a rollup...

Steve Hebert: What the...

...1...2...

Lex Robinson: He nearly surprised Danny Boy with that rollup! He got a two-count!

Steve Hebert: But it wasn't enough!

Lex Robinson: Very true. But he's still going to keep fighting.

Steve Hebert: So is Danny Boy, who climbs to his feet, and immediately bursts towards Captain Morgan, hammering with a second Swordstroke! I think he just gave that retarded pirate a heart attack.

Lex Robinson: He clubbed him like... gosh... I don't know...

Steve Hebert: He clubbed him like a baby seal. There, I said it.

Lex Robinson: Eh, you said it, that's right. Isiah Morgan has become immobile. I think that really hurt him.

Steve Hebert: You think?!?

Lex Robinson: Hoisting Captain Isiah Morgan up, Danny Boy strikes him with a spinning chop, slapping his meaty paw against Isiah's chest, smacking him up against the turnbuckle pads.

Steve Hebert: What's funny is the giant red mark left on Captain Isiah Morgan's chest. That's just awesome.

Lex Robinson: Not for him; but maybe for Danny Boy Vegas.

Steve Hebert: Damn right. In fact, D-B-V grabs Isiah's head and bashes it against the top turnbuckle pad, knocking him senseless. First, that pirate tries to eat Danny Boy; and now, he's trying to eat that turnbuckle pad. What a silly goose.

Lex Robinson: Danny Boy has him cornered, where he delivers a furious amount of punches to Morgan's gut. He even whips him across the ring and follows in, charging in with a running clothesline, which nearly lobs Captain Isiah Morgan's head off! As Isiah Morgan stumbles out, he falls right into a flapjack from Danny Boy, which leaves him down-and-out!

Steve Hebert: I feel that the end is near for that dumb butt-pirate.

Kicking at Isiah Morgan's head, Danny Boy flips him over onto his back and places his foot on his chest. He demands that the referee start the count.

Lex Robinson: Oh, how lame.

Steve Hebert: That's awesome. He's going to beat him with one foot!

Lex Robinson: What lack of honor this is. It makes me sick.

Steve Hebert: Just don't throw-up on me.

Lex Robinson: I could throw-up all over this damn place.

The referee counts...

...1...2...

Lex Robinson: Ugh...

Steve Hebert: Wow! Captain Isiah Morgan kicks out! That's amazing!

Lex Robinson: No. That's not what happened. Danny Boy Vegas simply took his foot off Isiah Morgan's chest.

Steve Hebert: Haha, true. That was hilarious.

Lex Robinson: Sickening.

Steve Hebert: He's not finished with that pirate yet. Danny Boy came here for a shot at the Lust Title, but he was served with this retard. Unfortunately for this "pirate", he ran into the wrong motherfucker.

Pulling Isiah Morgan up by his hair, Danny Boy Vegas tucks him in between his legs with a standing headscissors. Pulling him up into the air, Danny Boy Vegas soon throws him down with full-force, dropping Isiah Morgan on his back.

Steve Hebert: A rigid powerbomb, too! Man, he's just gonna destroy the poor guy.

Lex Robinson: That asshole should have pinned him when he had the chance. Isiah Morgan doesn't deserve this. He just wanted to wrestle... and steal plunder.

Steve Hebert: A real man works for his riches. He doesn't steal it.

Grabbing Isiah Morgan for the second straight time, Danny Boy Vegas lifts him up to his feet. He delivers a stiff knee to Isiah's face and then throttles his throat with his right hand.

Lex Robinson: Danny Boy Vegas is choking Isiah Morgan, now. He even hoists him up into the air with one hand and brings him down with a sit-out chokebomb!

Steve Hebert: Ouchies. That guy has to be dead, now.

Lex Robinson: You would think...

Slowly, and with a smirk on his face, Danny Boy Vegas climbs to his feet, feeling as if he has already won the match. He walks gallantly around the ring, holding his arm in the air, almost ready to end things, when the screen flickers on.

Lex Robinson: Just cover him, goddamnit.

Steve Hebert: Uh, Lex...

Lex Robinson: What?

Steve Hebert: The Sin-Screen... it's on.

Lex Robinson: Uhm...

The lights in the arena darken, allowing for what's being broadcast to be shown more clearly. Upon closer inspection, it's the videotape of Tony Millennia at Illusions, making his grand-return and teabagging Chris Extreme.

Lex Robinson: It's the video of Tony Millennia's return... I don't get it.

Steve Hebert: Me neither.

Lex Robinson: Well, this is what we all watched on Halloween night. But why is it playing again?

Steve Hebert: Who the hell knows?!

The video feed cuts out and the lights return to normal, with Danny Boy Vegas looking disgusted and trying to figure out what is going on. Unfortunately, he doesn't realize that Captain Isiah Morgan has recovered and is now standing behind him.

Lex Robinson: Holy shit!

Steve Hebert: Oh Jesus...

Lex Robinson: Danny Boy Vegas turns around... and walks right into a kick to the balls!

Steve Hebert: That's illegal... or at least it should be!

Lex Robinson: It doesn't matter, as the referee was still preoccupied the goings-on on the screem. He finally turns around, only to see Danny Boy Vegas hunched over, and holding his midsection.

Steve Hebert: Oh God...

Lex Robinson: And that is followed by Isiah Morgan inside-cradling him...!

Steve Hebert: Sure, the referee sees that!

Lex Robinson: There's the count...

...1...2...3!

Lex Robinson: Holy shit! Captain Isiah Morgan has just spoiled Danny Boy Vegas' return to Sin Wrestling!

Steve Hebert: You've got to be fucking kidding me. He got beat by a pirate?

Lex Robinson: Indeed!

Both men are confused at what just occured, moreso Danny Boy Vegas, who climbs to his feet, with one hand holding his groin. He decks the referee and tosses him out of the ring and turns towards Isiah Morgan, who is celebrating his victory.

Lex Robinson: What a big baby!

Steve Hebert: They all deserve it!

Lex Robinson: When Captain Isiah Morgan turns around, he receives a punch to the face, as well! Goddamnit! Danny Boy Vegas whips him into the ropes and big boots him, knocking him out of the ring. There he stands, alone in the ring, a beaten abd bitter man.

Steve Hebert: Blame that stupid broadcast.

Lex Robinson: Isiah Morgan may have won the match...

Steve Hebert: [interjecting himself] Barely.

Lex Robinson: But Danny Boy Vegas stands above everyone else. He walks to the back, looking pissed-off.

Steve Hebert: I, for one, can't blame him.

The image fades out, with a furious Danny Boy Vegas retreating to the backstage area.

Lex Robinson: Hey, wait, don't you have a deal to live up to?

Steve Hebert sighs, and a second later, we overhear Steve plucking hair from Lex's head and then eating it.

Winner: Captain Isiah Morgan

Shane Donovan walks down a long hallway, the Sin Purity title in hand. He pushes past a few stagehands, completely ignoring them until he gets to a door. He stops, knocks on the door twice before leaning against it. A mumbled voice can be heard from behind the door as Shane stares down at the title in his hands.

Shane Donovan: Destiny… I know you’re in there. I just thought I’d drop by, tell you the situation flat out instead of letting things get blown out of proportion with gossip and what not. I’m going to start by making a confession Destiny: I want you.

Shane pauses for a moment, staring down at the title in front of him.

Shane Donovan: These titles, they are intoxicating, aren’t they? The power, the respect you command by having one. All the inconsistencies, the failures of the past are forgotten when you have one of these. Before Illusions, I was Shane Donovan, directionless nobody, but now I’m Shane Donovan, Purity Champion.

Rustling can be heard from behind the door, but Shane ignores it, continuing his little “confession”.

Shane Donovan: It’s a problem with perception really Destiny, the people will see in you what you wish to show them. Before Illusions, I never showed any sense of purpose, never showed the world that I meant business. I’m going to change that Destiny, I’m going to change how the world views me, and for that, I want you. I want you in the ring, and I want the belt you keep held tight. This belt I hold here is nothing more than leather and metal, but yours, your belt means something to the people out there. Here I stand, propped outside your doorway, a slave to perception. I need to change that, I need you to change that. I expect to see you soon Destiny.

With that, Shane walks away, the scene cutting to ringside.

There is a shot outside of the arena, just across town at a secluded University Hospital. The cameras open inside, where many nurses and doctors are seen scuffling around. The camera approaches room 632-A, and the door is opened by an old nurse, who comes walking out, carrying an empty syringe and a stack of papers. The camera shot continues into the room, where a man sits on his bed, coughing. The man suddenly lets out a vicious roar, and continues to sit, backwards to the camera. He reaches over and opens the drawer by his bed to the right. He pulls out what looks like one of those nicotine inhalers, and starts puffing on it. The camera moves closer, and the man holding it makes a scuffle. The man on the bed then jumps up and quickly turns towards the camera, revealing the form of an extremely-ill Travis Miller. Furious, he screams...

Travis Miller: What in the fuck do you think you’re doing here? Can’t a man enjoy his privacy while he’s not feeling good? Who put you up to this? Hmmm? Hmmm?

The man holding the camera says nothing; except he stands there, allowing Travis to continue.

Travis Miller: Corey Page? Did he do this? Did he discover my location and send you here to embarrass me? Not that he already hasn’t embarrassed me by allowing a homosexual deviant drug me and then “marry” me on the spot!

He pauses and then continues.

Travis Miller: Well, Corey Page should know this. I have filed the divorce papers and I’ve made sure that Cock will, in fact, sign them. I don’t care what it costs. For the love of God, I am not GAY. Everyone that was involved in that little scene will pay. Mr. Page can count on that. Cock has already and will continue – to pay. Tito and Dane Slice – they’ll pay. The unholy Xander Gates, yes, he’ll pay, too. And when I’m done collecting my sweet, sweet revenge, I’ll go after Corey Page himself.

Travis stops to think. He then continues once more.

Travis Miller: There might be some slight confusion as to how this will be done, I’m sure. The aftermath of my illness has delayed me from getting back into shape. Soon enough, I will be back in action. Mr. Page and everyone else at Sin Wrestling should be well aware of that, especially those mentioned. It is payback time, boys.

He pauses one last time, coughs, and then continues.

Travis Miller: As far as my contract goes, technically speaking, I was released for medical reasons, hence me being here. This means that when I am ready and able to compete once again, everyone in Sin Wrestling can bet their sweet ass that I’ll be back on television. Oh and this time? I’m running my own fucking show. You’ll all just have to wait and see. When will I strike? Where will I strike? Who will I strike first? I’ll leave you with that. ...Now, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM!

The camera is dropped, and a scuffle ensues. It’s only assumed that the man escapes, running for his life. After all is silent, Travis picks up the camera and points it at his face, where a sick and sadistic smile can be shown. Meanwhile, a woman's voice can be heard in the background.

Voice: Quit playing around, Mr. Miller, it’s time for your colon cleansing!

The camera is dropped again, and another scuffle is heard as the scene cuts out.

Non-Title Match

Nikita vs. Shane Donovan vs. Vincent Kane

The arena goes dark and whitish blue strobe lights flash to the beat of "Save Yourself" by Stabbing Westward, which erupts over the speakers in the arena. Nikita steps out onto the stage and then makes her way down to the ring.

Nikita slides into the ring under the bottom rope and jumps up before stepping onto the second rope in the corner to recieve praise from the audience.

She jumps off of the ropes and walks a small circle around the ring while cracking her knuckles, waiting for the match to begin.

Lex Robinson: Oh my God, it's Nikita!

Steve Hebert: Don't cream your pants, Lex.

Lex Robinson: Too late.

Steve Hebert: I should have known.

"The Outsider (Resident Reinhold mix" by A Perfect Circle begins to play as Shane Donovan makes his way to the ring, his eyes scanning the crowd as he walks down the aisle, sliding into the ring. Shane removes his jacket, handing it to a stagehand before taking his place in the corner, waiting for the match to begin.

Lex Robinson: Oh my God, it's Shane Donovan!

Steve Hebert: You did it again. You creamed yourself, didn't you?

Lex Robinson: ...Yes. I'm so ashamed!

Steve Hebert: As you should be.

Lex Robinson: It was just at our last card that Shane defeated two people -- Nikita and Billy Badson -- to obtain that Purity Title, too. Think he can perform the same feat tonight?

Steve Hebert: Nikita's looking awfully bitchy tonight, so I doubt it.

Lex Robinson: Go figure.

The lights dim and a red hue drapes over the arena. The sirens in the beginning of "Straight Hate" by Bloodsimple can be heard faintly for a moment, until the song begins and the hate and anger pours from the PA system. The crowd is silenced, or so it seems from the deafening roar of the lyrical massacre.

The red spotlight moves from panning the crowd to the entrance of the ramp, where Vincent Kane steps out from the back, his arms raised in the air, fists clenched, and moving down the ramp in a pretty quick fashion. The fan's reaction is still silenced by the music and it's impossible to tell if they love or hate the man. However, he acknowledges them, trying to get them into the moment.

Vincent uses the steps to enter the ring, but he paces around the outside of the ropes, doing almost a full lap around the ring. Throwing his fist into the air and obviously trying to pump up the crowd.

Kane finally steps through the ropes as the music dies down, and you can finally hear the mix of cheers and boo's from the crowd. Vincent just smiles faintly as he steps to his corner and props himself against the turnbuckle.

Steve Hebert: Finally, it's the man -- the badass motherfucker himself, Vincent Kane. Everyone witnessed his glorious victory over Flame at Illusions, where he kept his Lust Title, even pinning Flame in that godawful open grave. Speaking of which, how the hell does Flame have a World Title shot tonight?! This speaks of terrible, terrible nepotism.

Lex Robinson: Do I need to remind you? It's because Corey Page was delighted in Flame's performance at Illusions, thus he's giving him the shot. His first-ever shot, too, might I add.

Steve Hebert: "Delighted" sounds like such a patsy-term.

Lex Robinson: ...Well, that was relevant.

Steve Hebert: You betcha.

Each competitor hands their championship belt over to the referee, who then hands them off to a ringside attendant, who places them on the announcer's table.

Steve Hebert: Shiny gold in front of us. Time to stuff those belts in our pocket and pawn them off.

Lex Robinson: You wish.

Steve Hebert: Do I ever.

The bell rings and the match starts, with all three competitors slowly entering the center of the ring. Vincent Kane looks the keenest and readiest to lock-up.

Lex Robinson: Vincent is calling on both Nikita and Shane to start things... and Shane is the first to respond, as he kicks Vincent in the knee, startling him.

Steve Hebert: Eh, I guess Vincent got what he wanted.

Lex Robinson: He responds to that kick from Shane Donovan with a slap to the face. Imagine that.

Steve Hebert: And he follows that up with a wicked forearm to Shane's jaw. Nikita, however, is a bored little skank and decides to take part in the threesome, which I'm sure she's used to.

Lex Robinson: What are you talking about?

Steve Hebert: I don't even know. What a slut.

As Vincent has his back turned, striking Shane with some stiff shots, Nikita charges in from behind and leaps on Vincent's back, applying a sleeperhold to him. Still having enough strength to have her hang onto him, Vincent flings her over, spins around and connects with a discus clothesline to Shane Donovan, who had tried to capitalize on Vincent's lost mobility and sight.

Lex Robinson: The Lust Champion just took down the Purity Champion with an awful blow!

Steve Hebert: Vincent Kane is a tough motherfugger. I mean, he smashed a tombstone over Flame's head! Has that happened before? A tombstone!

Lex Robinson: Uhm, I don't think so.

Steve Hebert: A tombstone!

Lex Robinson: Yes, we know.

Steve Hebert: Some old bag's tombstone!

Lex Robinson: ...All right. Vincent is turning his attention away from Shane, whom he kicks into the corner, and now focuses on Nikita, who has risen to her feet. She tries to hold Vincent back with a kick to his stomach, but he latches onto her foot, drags her into him and then head/leg/arm belly-to-belly suplexes her!

Steve Hebert: That bitch went flying... literally. Arms and legs were everywhere.

Lex Robinson: He gets right on her, too, grinding his forearm down into her jaw, hoping to wear her down. Shane Donovan, meanwhile, returns to a standing position and charges in at Vincent Kane, clubbing him in the back of his head with a double-axehandle.

Knocking Vincent off Nikita, Shane throws the Lust Champion into the corner and starts to pound on him in here, connecting with a series of stomps and kicks.

Lex Robinson: All three of them will desperately want to win this match; as it'll allow for them to determine who they will face at our upcoming Pay Per View.

Steve Hebert: A Christmas Eve Pay Per View, too. I bet Santa will be cumming in your wife's chimney.

Lex Robinson: ...Yeah, no more of that.

Steve Hebert: Done and done.

Lex Robinson: But yes, it'll be a Christmas Eve Pay Per View; and, as of now, it's untitled. We should have the name of that event in a week or two.

Steve Hebert: We wouldn't want to be on-time or anything.

Lex Robinson: Speaking of things on-time, Shane Donovan's forearms to Vincent Kane's face are on-time, as each shot traps the Lust Champion in the corner. He whips Vincent out into the opposite corner and follows in, hoping to deliver a running double-knee to Vincent's chest...

Steve Hebert: He moves!

At the right time, Vincent falls to his left, allowing Shane to strike both knees off the turnbuckle pads, halting his attack. Falling directly onto his back, Shane Donovan lies prone to a series of stomps from Vincent Kane, who stumbles up to his feet, ready to take the fight to Shane, wishing to keep his fellow singles champ down.

Lex Robinson: Who do you think Vincent will choose to fight if he wins this match?

Steve Hebert: Hmm... well... when Vincent wins, he will want to fight Shane Donovan and take that Purity Title, as well, as the Lust Title.

Lex Robinson: I see...

Steve Hebert: Actually, no, wait... that Nikita bitch has been tormenting him lately, so Vincent will probably want to rip her tits off.

Lex Robinson: Right on.

Steve Hebert: Actually, no, he'll kill them both. Hell, I don't know.

Lex Robinson: He catches Nikita with a knee to the gut, stopping her charge at him. However, if Nikita can fight back, she could very well walk out as winner.

Steve Hebert: Considering that ridiculously harsh back-suplex that Vincent just gave her, it isn't looking very likely.

Lex Robinson: Who knows. Maybe it'll be Shane Donovan.

Steve Hebert: Wait, I thought Shane Donovan was dead?

Lex Robinson: Considering that he is currently getting to his feet, trying to shrug off the damage to his knees, I think not. In fact, he is slowly creeping up on Vincent Kane, who had been hammering Nikita with some blows. Sneaking up on Vincent, Shane applies a Cobra-Clutch, which surprises Vincent!

Steve Hebert: Contorting his body like a damn snake, he's trying to find his way out. Just hit him with a stiff elbow or something, Vincent. Don't let this douchebag overpower you.

As if overhearing Steve Hebert, Vincent tries to escape Shane's clutches with some elbow shots to Shane's abdomen, but they fail. Clinging tightly onto Vincent, Shane flings him overhead with a release Cobra-Clutch suplex, almost dropping Vincent directly on his head.

Lex Robinson: Oh shit!

Steve Hebert: Yep. Well... we'll be needing a stretcher.

Unfortunately for Shane, his celebration of taking down Vincent Kane doesn't last very long. As he rises to a kneeling position, he is quickly faced with a Shining Wizard from Nikita, who connects with a running knee to the side of his head. Having Shane dropped onto his back, Nikita looks for some redemption, as she makes a pinfall attempt.

Lex Robinson: Nikita drops down and hooks a leg, shortly after connecting with a hard knee to Shane Donovan's face!

Steve Hebert: Jesus, that came out of nowhere.

Lex Robinson: The referee is counting...

...1...2...

Lex Robinson: At the count of two, Shane kicks out, even pushing his shoulder off the mat.

Steve Hebert: Good for Shane, bad for Nikita, marvellous for Vincent Kane, who has a damn good winning streak going. He won't lose that streak to a bitch such as Nikita.

Lex Robinson: You don't know that for sure...

Steve Hebert: Don't question me, asshole.

Disgruntled, Nikita stands to her feet and starts kicking at Shane Donovan, hoping to render him useless. Upon realizing that Vincent Kane is also rising, Nikita bounces off the nearest set of ropes. Going full speed ahead, she springboards off Shane Donovan's back, using him to vault herself into the air. She then latches both of her legs around Vincent Kane's head, landing on his shoulders, hoping to huracanrana him.

Lex Robinson: Nikita flies off Shane Donovan's back!

Steve Hebert: Aw man, Shane-Do isn't gonna like that.

Lex Robinson: However, she's caught by Vincent Kane, who keeps her held into the air! He steps forward and powerbombs Nikita onto a kneeling Shane Donovan, taking them both down!

Steve Hebert: Holy shit. Talk about "hitting two birds with one stone".

Lex Robinson: Having both of his opponents grounded, Vincent wastes no time in stomping and kneeing both competitors, which he soon transistions into lifting Nikita up. He then proceeds to drop her back down onto Shane Donovan via a body slam. She now lays parallel onto Shane, with her... her ass in his face.

Steve Hebert: Fucking hot. I'm about to jerk off here.

Lex Robinson: Keep it in your pants, Steve, Vincent is about to move onto something else.

Steve Hebert: Is he ever! He's grabbing Nikita by her legs and is turning her over onto her stomach, so that her face is now directly against Shane Donovan's cock. God yes, keep it going.

Lex Robinson: Good lord.

Steve Hebert: Apparently, Vincent is Boston Crabbing Nikita, as she lays atop Shane Donovan. But I don't care. All I see is some face-to-crotch action. Meanwhile, as Vincent pulls back on Nikita's legs, he is able to slip his arms down enough so that he can grab onto Shane's head. Furthermore, he begins stuffing Shane's crotch into Nikita's face. Oh God yes, this is friggin' hot.

Lex Robinson: ...Uh...

Steve Hebert: He's yanking back... he's gonna cum... she's gonna cum... someone's gonna cum... I'm gonna cum!

Lex Robinson: ...Vincent finally releases the hold, allowing him to remove Nikita off Shane, which gives him the chance to start stomping on Shane.

Steve Hebert: But I was just about to cum!

Lex Robinson: Yes... well... yes... Shane is be hoisted up and is placed into a gutwrench position. A gutwrench suplex/throw combination by Vincent, which sends Shane sprawling across the mat.

Steve Hebert: This match needs more face-fucking.

Lex Robinson: This match needs you to shut up for a second or two.

As Vincent walks over to Shane, hoping to lift him up and continue his assault, Nikita uncoils from her seated position and leaps up. Just as Vincent hunches over, wanting to pick up Shane, she sunset-flips over the Lust Champion, rolling him up and placing her legs across his shoulders...

Lex Robinson: Nikita makes the pinfall attempt...!

...1...2...

Bringing both legs together, Vincent smashes them against Nikita's head, liberating himself from Nikita's pinfall.

Steve Hebert: That crafty bastard escapes. It was almost as good as watching him smash a tombstone off Flame's head.

Lex Robinson: You need to shut up with that, too.

At approximately the same time, both competitors roll to their feet, with Vincent Kane deciding to charge at Nikita with a clothesline.

Lex Robinson: Ducking beneath Vincent's arm, Nikita goes around him and performs a waistlock. She pushes him forward, still clinging onto him, hoping to schoolboy roll him up, but he keeps his advantage. Instead, Shane Donovan slowly rises to his feet and leaps at Vincent Kane, hitting him with a jumping high knee attack! This makes Vincent fall backwards and allows Nikita to roll him up...

...1...

Lex Robinson: One...

Steve Hebert: Hell no! Shane Donovan isn't gonna let that happen, apparently. He walks over to Nikita, who had been sitting on Vincent's legs, holding him down, and immediately double-underarm DDTs her face-first onto the canvas!

Lex Robinson: Ouch. Shane sees and opening and goes right for it. This time, it's him who sprawls on top of Nikita, even hooking a leg...

Steve Hebert: The Purity Champ might be able to pull this off...

Lex Robinson: The ref is counting, now...

...1...2...

At the count of two, Vincent Kane leaps to his feet, only to drop down and deliver a knee to the back of Shane Donovan's head, stopping the count.

Steve Hebert: Vincent Kane stops the count! Thank fucking God!

Lex Robinson: That was close! Vincent, who had just been hit with a high knee from Shane, picks the Purity Champ up to his feet and starts assaulting him with lefts-and-rights! He steps into Shane and Exploder Suplexes him! He doesn't let go of the Purity Champ, though, as he is able to roll the suplex over into a Katahajime!

Steve Hebert: A Kat-a-what-now...?

Lex Robinson: Some sort of submission move! There, is that better?

Steve Hebert: Much.

With several fans chanting for Shane to tap and others chanting for his escape, Vincent Kane clinches the hold on even tighter, hoping to make Shane pass out, or at the very least, submit.

Steve Hebert: He's gonna tap! Do it! Come on!

Lex Robinson: There's nowhere for Shane to go, as he is out in the center of the ring!

Sadly for Vincent, though, he is unaware of Nikita, who gets to her feet, runs to the ropes and bounces off the middle rope, connecting with a springboard moonsault, thus breaking the submission attempt!

Lex Robinson: Nikita, out of nowhere, launches herself onto both competitors!

Steve Hebert: So much for that goddamn submission.

Lex Robinson: Angered by this moonsault, Vincent Kane slaps the mat and stands to his feet. He charges at Nikita, hoping to clothesline her down to the mat, but bares witness to Nikita side-stepping his charge, tripping him and bringing him down face-first! She applies her very own submission hold, which she calls "The End"!

Steve Hebert: Oh no...

Lex Robinson: Oh yes... this could be it. The fans are chanting for Vincent to tap, not liking his dominance over Flame, during their brief feud.

Steve Hebert: But the ropes are just right there! All he needs to do, is to reach out and grab them!

Reaching and reaching, the ropes almost tantalize Vincent Kane, until he is able to stretch his right arm out and grab onto the bottom rope. Upon seeing this, the referee steps in and starts his five-count. However, at the count of four, Vincent Kane is able to roll forward and catch Nikita off-guard with a pinfall attempt...

Lex Robinson: Vincent Kane reaches the ropes and...

Steve Hebert: He surprises Nikita will a rollup! He even puts his feet on the ropes for more leverage! The ref is counting...

...1...2...

Lex Robinson: She's still able to kick out! The element of surprise wasn't enough to keep Nikita's shoulders down.

Steve Hebert: Show her a cock and she'll be on her back. I guarantee it.

Holding his arm, Vincent Kane gets to his feet and uses his undamaged arm to lift Nikita up by the tuft of her hair. Giving her a solid headbutt, Vincent Kane reaches back and is about to smother his fist directly into her skull...

Lex Robinson: Shane Donovan grabs Vincent Kane's arm! He swings Vincent around and knees him in the gut!

Steve Hebert: Aw, crap.

Lex Robinson: Delivering a quick snap suplex, Shane Donovan rustles up to his feet, bounces off the ropes, returning with a baseball-slide dropkick that not only rolls Vincent out of the ring, but also sees him smash hard on the concrete floor!

Steve Hebert: He landed hard on that arm that Nikita clenched down on, too! This is not cool!

Lex Robinson: Stepping a few feet back, Shane seems to measure Vincent up, hoping to hit him with a suicide dive or something. He dashes forward...

Steve Hebert: As he runs, he charges right into a spin wheel kick from Nikita!

Lex Robinson: Caught off-guard, Shane is then Majistral-Cradled by Nikita... the ref is there to make the count...

...1...2...3...!

Steve Hebert: Oh, for Christ's sake.

Lex Robinson: The element of surprise wasn't enough for Vincent Kane to defeat Nikita; but apparently it's enough for Nikita to defeat Shane Donovan!

Steve Hebert: That bastard didn't even see it coming. And poor Vincent... he was out there on the floor! How was he supposed to stop this?

Lex Robinson: He's in front of us, looking on at what occured, not knowing what to do. Suffice to say, he is stunned. Remember, the winner of this match gets to decide who their opponent will be at the upcoming Pay Per View!

The referee saunters over to Nikita and gives her one-half of the Tag Team Titles, which she drapes over her right shoulder. Looking out to the floor, she points at Vincent Kane, who was about to climb back inside.

Lex Robinson: I guess we know who she's gonna challenge...

Steve Hebert: She's friggin' nuts... didn't she see what he did to Flame?

Lex Robinson: On a side note, she did break his undefeated streak.

Steve Hebert: Yes, but... but... it's all Shane Donovan's fault! He was the one who was pinned!

Lex Robinson: A loss is a loss.

The referee holds Nikita's arm up into the air, signifying her victory. However, before Nikita has much of a chance to celebrate, Vincent Kane rolls into the ring, grabs her by the hair, yanks hard and causes Nikita to turn around.

Lex Robinson: What, now?

Steve Hebert: He kicks her in the gut! If Nikita was pregnant, that would mean he just aborted her baby! Unfortunately, she's not. But it'd be awesome!

As the crowd roars out in jeers, Vincent reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small object.

Steve Hebert: He's reaching for his cock!

Lex Robinson: Uhm, no. This is ridiculous.

Kane delivers a boot right to the side of Nikita’s head, sending her to her knees on the mat as Kane moves in with the object, only to have his wrist grabbed by Shane Donovan.

Lex Robinson: Finally! Shane Donovan stops this madness! Get that loser out of the ring, someone. Vincent Kane is just pissy because he lost his first match.

Steve Hebert: No, get that asshole out of the ring. Shane Donovan, I mean.

Vincent turns and argues with Shane, even shoving him. Shane immediately gets into Kane’s face as Nikita gets back to her feet. Shane immediately turns to Nikita, sidestepping behind her and locking her into a full nelson.

Lex Robinson: What the hell...?!

Steve Hebert: Oh God yase. Take that, bitch!

Lex Robinson: What's he doing?! What's going on?! This doesn't make sense!

Steve Hebert: Pffft... sure it does.

Kane pulls out the object again, blasting Nikita in the eyes with mace.

Steve Hebert: He just came in her eyes! Fucking awesome!

Lex Robinson: That was mace, you idiot. My God, what just happened? This is horrid.

Steve Hebert: Looks like Nikita got just what she deserves. That dirty, dirty bitch.

Shane releases her, and Nikita immediately falls to the mat, clutching her eyes and screaming in pain. Shane and Kane exit the ring, Kane grabbing Nikita’s tag title and draping it over his own shoulder, grinning as the crowd boos.

Lex Robinson: Vincent Kane is even leaving with her half of the Tag Titles, which she holds with Destiny Daniels...

Steve Hebert: He can be a double-champ, too!

Lex Robinson: Fuck this shit. It sucks!

Steve Hebert: Poser.

The image fades out, last showing Nikita desperately trying to regain her eyesight.

Winner: Nikita

In the back, Flame is shown walking towards the entrance area, only to be stopped by bumping shoulders with Dan Black, who has been in the back, waiting around for something -- or someone. Noticing that Flame has nudged him, Dan Black turns towards the World Title challenger, stopping him from stepping forward, by placing his right hand on Flame's shoulder. Whipping around, Flame stares at him, startled by Dan Black's grasp.

Dan Black: Well, Flame, it's nice to meet you. I'm Dan Black. I'm still pretty new to this place, but I still thought I'd wish you luck in your match against Destiny Daniels.

Flame retorts back with a quip of his own.

Flame: I don't need luck. I have the Goddess Hecate by my side.

Puzzled, Dan Black rolls his eyes, while Flame turns back around, ready to walk to the entrance.

Dan Black: Yeah, sure. Considering your past few matches, where you have choked, I really do think you'll need some luck. Hell, you were thrown into an open grave. That says a lot about your career.

Upon hearing Dan Black's words, Flame stops, turns around and goes face-to-face with him. Saying nothing, Flame eyes him up-and-down, scoffs at Dan and then walks away, ready to take on Destiny Daniels. Left alone, Dan Black comments on Flame's actions.

Dan Black: A loser and a weirdo. What a nice combo.

Dan Black takes a swig from his water bottle.

Dan Black: I can beat his ass any day of the week. Friggin' weirdos.

...He walks off.

World Title Match

Flame vs. Destiny Daniels

As a loud booming sound is heard, the music of "Broken" by Seether and Amy Lee hits the PA system. Suddenly, a voice can be heard being emitted from it...

"I am the one that you dream about."

On the large screen, the face of Hecate is shown, slowly fading away only to reveal her tombstone. Standing next to the tombstone is Flame, who can be seen with a tear dropping from his face, which soon turns from sorrow to pain. Without warning, the flashing stops and silence covers the arena. Once again, a booming sound is heard and fire shoots from the turnbuckle pads, revealing Flame standing in the middle of the ring, the crowd lightning up with excitement, due to his presence.

Lex Robinson: The lights are dimmed and there's intensity in the air. You know what that means?

Steve Hebert: Bathroom break?

Lex Robinson: No, it's main event time! And what an event it shall be!

Steve Hebert: How the hell does Flame deserve a title shot?! That's what I'm still trying to figure out.

Lex Robinson: You just have to look at his performances these past few weeks.

Steve Hebert: But what has he done for me lately?

Lex Robinson: Right now, he'll be challenging for the World Title. That's what.

Steve Hebert: Boo!

Lex Robinson: After all that has happened, it'd be great to see Flame come out on top. I hope he can do it.

The arena goes black and a low hiss is heard.

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Destiny whispers, "Your destiny awaits." and the music, "Maneater" by Nelly Furtado fades in harshly, cranked up to its highest setting possible.

Maneater, make you work hard! Make you spend hard!
Make you want all, of her love!
She's a maneater! Make you buy cars. Make you cut cords!
Make you fall, real hard in love!

Scarlet fireworks explode in chain up to the top of the entrance ramp, where the flames form a ring of fire from which Destiny emerges. She sways down the ring, an albino snake resting atop her shoulders.

You wish you never ever met her at all!
You wish you never ever met her at all!
You wish you never ever met her at all!
You wish you never ever met her at all!

Handing the snake to a stagehand, she slides into the ring, reveling in the reaction of the crowd. She tests the ropes, motions for her music to be cut, and feigns a devilish smile.

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Lex Robinson: However, if wants to walk out with the World Title, he'll have to defeat Destiny Daniels! And according to all statistics and beliefs, it's going to be a nearly impossible task.

Steve Hebert: Either way, I hope they both get shot.

Lex Robinson: Both competitors had hard-fought matches at Illusions; Destiny barely overcoming a close contest between Xander Gates. As you all can see, her leg is still bandaged up from the damage done.

Steve Hebert: How dumb. Now you've left Flame in on your injury. Bad idea by that emotionless, tepid bitch.

Lex Robinson: Those are some testy words. Did she turn you down on a date or something?

Steve Hebert: I am much too shy to ask her, thank you very much!

In the middle of the ring, Flame and Destiny meet and shake hands.

Lex Robinson: It's about time we have some honor and dignity here in Sin Wrestling.

Steve Hebert: Pffft... that's pansy bullshit, I say. He should have just punched her in the cunt.

The bell rings and Destiny and Flame start circling each other, looking for an opening in each other's offense and defense. Destiny decides to move in and try to grab onto Flame, but he thwarts it by applying a side-headlock.

Lex Robinson: Flame starts things by headlocking Destiny, who immediately starts trying to pry her way out of it. Unfortunately for her, Flame hangs on, but not without resistance from Destiny, who starts hammering some fists and forearms into his kidney section.

Steve Hebert: If she hit him any harder, he'd be pissing all over the place.

Lex Robinson: Backing Flame up against the ropes, Destiny strikes once more with a fist to his side and pushes him off, shoving him against the opposite set of ropes. When he returns, he bounces back, delivering a shoulderblock to Destiny, knocking her onto her back. Seeing her rise, he bounces off the same set of ropes and returns with another shoulderblock. However, this time, she avoids it by leapfrogging up-and-over Flame.

As Flame bounces off the opposite set of ropes, Destiny drops down onto her back and kicks both feet into the air, hoping to flip Flame over upon his return. However, Flame is keen to this plan, and instead, he hooks onto both of Destiny's legs and pulls her up into a wheelbarrow-suplex position.

Lex Robinson: Flame lifts Destiny up, draping her forward, only to drop down and send both of his knees into her chest, flatlining her, and knocking the wind right out of her!

Steve Hebert: Damn. I guess Flame hates women.

Lex Robinson: Uhm, no.

Steve Hebert: Yeah, right.

Immediately hoisting Destiny up, Flame applies a hammerlock and then proceeds to back-suplex Destiny, dropping her onto her back. Again, Flame rises to his feet and lifts Destiny up with him, instantly snap-suplexing her over onto her back.

Lex Robinson: Flame wastes little time in taking the damage to Destiny. He wants this; he really does. This is also his first-ever SW World Title shot, so it's something important we're seeing from Flame tonight.

Steve Hebert: He's just pissy or something, I'm sure. He needs to return to that fog he disappeared into at Illusions.

Lex Robinson: He certainly isn't in any form of fog tonight. Right now, he's up to his feet and is focuses his attack onto Destiny's injured left leg. He applies a single-leg Boston Crab, twisting Destiny onto her stomach and yanks back, hoping to do as much damage as possible.

Steve Hebert: She's reaching out for the ropes, but she's sooooo far. Haha, isn't it great?

Lex Robinson: No.

Even with Flame clinging onto her leg, trying to wear her down, Destiny slowly, but surely, crawls to the ropes and latches onto the bottom rope. Hanging on for dear life, Destiny forces the referee to move in and force Flame to release his hold. At the count of 4, Flame stands and turns his attention onto Destiny, who is still near the ropes, trying to regain her composure.

Lex Robinson: It seems as if Destiny is trying to get some feeling back in that leg of hers.

Steve Hebert: And it's all because of Xander Gates that leg is screwed.

Lex Robinson: Don't remind me.

Steve Hebert: Oh, I'll remind you. He rendered her and her retarded little kicks useless. And it's doing the same here.

Lex Robinson: We'll have to see. This is still the early stages of this match.

Flame moves in, hoping to pluck Destiny away from the ropes, only to receive a kick to the head from Destiny's right leg. Dazed, Flame stumbles back, trying to compose himself, and then turns around, witnessing Destiny using the top rope to stand.

Lex Robinson: Flame charges at Destiny, hoping to strike her with a clothesline...

Steve Hebert: That bitch pulls down the top rope! That idiot, Flame, goes spilling out onto the floor!

Lex Robinson: What a smart move by Destiny, who saw Flame storming at her, just in the nick of time!

Standing near the ropes, Destiny watches as Flame stands to his feet, using the ring railing to help him. When she finds the perfect timing, she slingshots herself over the top rope and goes flying down towards Flame, connecting with a flying dropkick to the floor, knocking Flame up against the railing.

Lex Robinson: An almost-modified version of one of her moves, which she calls "The Rattler"!

Steve Hebert: Ah, yes, she likens herself to a snake. How typical of all women.

Lex Robinson: Halt the misogyny for a second, Steve, because Destiny is currently climbing up onto the apron and then ascends to the top turnbuckle. She waits for Flame to stand and face her... moonsault plancha off the top rope and to the floor! Good heavens... she literally came from the heavens!

Steve Hebert: Let's hope they destroy each other!

Lex Robinson: Granted, Destiny may have a bummed leg, but that was still an awesome high-flying, high-impact move. Standing up, she smashes Flame's face off the ring apron and then rolls him inside.

Steve Hebert: Ugh. How awful. She's even going back up to the top turnbuckle.

Lex Robinson: Will her second straight high-impact move pay off?

Standing on the top turnbuckle pad, she leaps off once Flame is on his feet. However, he catches her diving through the air, out of the corner of his eye, and drops down to one knee, catching Destiny on the way down with a backbreaker.

Lex Robinson: Ouch!

Steve Hebert: Denied!

Lex Robinson: She lands back-first across Flame's right knee! That had to friggin' hurt!

Steve Hebert: Flame is wasting no time in attacking that bitch, either. Right away, he's up to a standing position, where he commences kicking and stomping at her left leg, wanting to take those kicks out of her arsenal. Meanwhile, I would like to stick it in her arsenal, if you get what I'm sayin'.

Lex Robinson: Flame twists her leg around his right knee...

Steve Hebert: I guess you don't get what I'm saying.

Lex Robinson: No, I do; but I choose to ignore you.

Steve Hebert: Fuck you.

Continuing to apply pressure to Destiny's left leg, Flame hopes to wear her down, even removing all of her lethal kicks from her system. Once figuring out that she isn't going to surrender, Flame releases the hold, stands to his feet, lifts Destiny up and performs a hangman's neckbreaker on her; with only one difference.

Lex Robinson: Flame gives her a neckbreaker, but in the process, he hangs onto her left leg, jamming it into the canvas! That was a pretty crafty move!

Steve Hebert: Maybe Vincent Kane's thrashing of him has finally paid off.

Lex Robinson: Flame covers Destiny, but neglects to hook the leg. Bad move right there.

...1...2...

Steve Hebert: ...or maybe that beating hasn't paid off; as Destiny kicks out at the count of two.

Lex Robinson: She's probably been one of the most dominant person in Sin Wrestling history. Quite frankly, she's not gonna go down easily.

Steve Hebert: Liquor her up and she will.

Lex Robinson: Lifting Destiny Daniels up, Flame kicks her in the gut, but this only seems to anger her! She fires back with a chop to Flame's chest!

Steve Hebert: Uh oh. Oh boy.

Lex Robinson: Flame takes offense to this, too. He fires back with a stiff forearm to Destiny's forehead, jolting her back. In return, though, Destiny returns with another chop/slap combo that echoes throughout the building!

Steve Hebert: Good Christ. Look at that mark on his chest! Flame is getting beat up by a woman! Hahaha!

Lex Robinson: A very dangerous woman, Steve. A woman that is the current World Champion.

Flame tries for a discus forearm, but his attempt is blocked by Destiny bringing both of her hands together. Instead, she knees him in the gut and then unloads with some martial arts kick to his gut with her left leg.

Lex Robinson: A series of martial arts kick from Destiny Daniels, who strikes Flame with some extremely deadly kicks!

Steve Hebert: But those are hurting her, too! That's the leg Xander worked over!

Lex Robinson: I can see that. After about five-or-six straight crescent kicks to Flame's stomach and chest, Destiny leaps into the air, spins around and offers Flame a spin kick to his jaw, knocking him on his back! That caught him good! She drops down, looking for a cover...

...1...2...

Steve Hebert: Holy Jesus no! Flame kicks out with much vigor!

Lex Robinson: Flame isn't gonna give up easily, either.

Disappointed about the lack of a three-count, Destiny sits Flame up, gives him a kick to the back of his head and then bounces off the nearest set of ropes. Upon her return, she somersaults into the air and brings Flame back down with a flipping neckbreaker. She opts not to go for another cover, but instead, lifts Flame back up.

Lex Robinson: She's got Flame back up to his feet and is forcing him into the corner with some double-handed throat-thrusts. In here, she uses her right leg to unload a barrage of kicks to Flame's stomach and chest region, winding him greatly. She even uses the middle rope to propel herself into the air and connect with a side-kick to Flame's temple!

Steve Hebert: There she goes with those stupid kicks again. She better be careful of she's gonna wind up in trouble.

Lex Robinson: As Flame holds his head, trying to find his positioning, she climbs onto the second turnbuckle and dives off. She hits a flying dropkick to the back of Flame's head, sending him rolling forward, still in a daze.

Steve Hebert: Man, Flame's gonna feel like he smoked about 100 pounds of pot. Come to think of it, that's probably a good idea.

Unable to move, thanks to Destiny's kicks and stomps, Flame is lifted to his feet, where he dizzily stands, trying to hold onto something. Unfortunately, he is quickly whipped across the ring by Destiny...

Lex Robinson: Flame reverses the Irish-whip and sends Destiny charging into the ropes. She bounces back, but ducks beneath a swinging elbow attempt and heads right on to the parallel set of ropes. Storming back, she evades a clothesline attempt by Flame, but tilt-a-whirling herself around his body, only to fling him with a headscissors takedown!

Steve Hebert: I almost got motion sickness just from watching that!

Lex Robinson: She bursts into action and leaps towards Flame, who is laying on the ground. She locks in The Cottonmouth! This could be it! She's going to make Flame submit!

The fans in the arena go back-and-forth, cheering for Flame and then cheering for Destiny. One side wants Flame to tap, the other wants Flame to fight his way out of it. Fortunately for the latter group, Flame is able to hang on and slowly get to his feet, still with Destiny holding onto him, trying to force a submission.

Lex Robinson: Flame is rising! Wow!

Steve Hebert: Someone needs to piss on him anf put him out!

Lex Robinson: Having Destiny Daniels anchored onto his left side, Flame struggles to his feet and is now up! He positions Destiny onto his shoulders, into a fireman's carry, thus negating her finishing move! She wasn't able to make him submit, and now, she lies prone on his shoulders... he hits a Death Valley Driver! This is a form of his own finisher! This could be it...!

...1...

Lex Robinson: One...

...2...

Steve Hebert: Are we gonna have a new champ?!

Lex Robinson: ...2...

...

Lex Robinson: Three!

Steve Hebert: No, you idiot! Destiny Daniels kicks out!

Lex Robinson: She kicks out before the count of three! Oh my God almighty!

Steve Hebert: Don't be so hasty!

Lex Robinson: The fans are going absolutely bonkers! This is so close! Flame can't believe it, either!

Steve Hebert: Fuck Flame! And fuck Destiny Daniels, while we're at it.

Lex Robinson: Quick to his feet, Flame rolls his shoulder, trying to un-do the damage done to him by Destiny's Cottonmouth finisher. He stomps on Destiny's chest, lifts her up and then positions her between his legs with a standing headscissors.

Pulling Destiny Daniels up into the air, Flame puts her on his shoulders into a powerbomb position. He then lifts her up over his head and places her into a crucifix powerbomb position... which he then unleashes!

Lex Robinson: Flame with a crucifix powerbomb onto Destiny Daniels! That left her all crumpled up and hunched over! So crumpled over, that Flame motions over, jackknife pinning her...!

Steve Hebert: Another pinfall. Oh joyous Jesus!

...1...2...

Lex Robinson: One... two... and...

Steve Hebert: No three!

Lex Robinson: Destiny seems to have latched onto Flame's right arm and has rolled over, applying a modified cross-armbreaker! Fans are chanting for him to tap, again.

Steve Hebert: But some other assholes want him to get out of it. Fuck you, assholes!

Lex Robinson: Flame rolls forward and... he lifts Destiny up. He drops her down with a powerbomb! She still has the armbreaker applied, though! He rolls through again! Another powerbomb!

Steve Hebert: That bitch is holding onto that like a big, black cock!

Lex Robinson: Another roll from Flame! And another short-powerbomb! He's getting testy. Luckily, he is able to break the hold a bit, allowing him to transfer it into a Horse-Collar leg submission onto Destiny...! He has that left leg of hers wrapped around his neck!

Steve Hebert: He's lifting her off the apron with that hold, as well! That bitch is going to tap. I'm calling it now.

Lex Robinson: Desperate for an escape, Destiny flings her arms and body like a wild woman! You can see the pain and agony on her face, as Flame stands to his feet, locking the Horse-Collar submission in even tighter. Wait... she huracanranas him! She transfers the 'rana into a rollup! She has his legs hooked...

...1...2...

Lex Robinson: But Flame kicks out, again!

Both competitors lie on the mat, but are soon quickly to their feet. Destiny is the first to attack; as she strikes Flame with a right-legged kick to his gut, hunching him over. Grabbing his head, she starts striking him with some rapid-fire kicks to the face, using her right leg.

Steve Hebert: Sweet zombie Jesus! She's kicking the shit out of his face. He's gonna need plastic surgery to fix his shit. Hell, he's gonna need Chris Extreme's doctor to fix that.

Lex Robinson: Those kicks have wounded Flame pretty well. He even falls to one knee, trying to regain his strength. Capitalizing on this, Destiny steps back and signals for one more fatal kick to the head...

Steve Hebert: Dumb slut, she should never have called for that!

When she swings her right leg forward, Flame is able to duck beneath it, allowing for Destiny to twirl her body around. Taking advantage of this, Flame leaps up and applies a reverse facelock.

Lex Robinson: A reverse suplex by Flame! He springs right back up and pulls Destiny in with a standing headscissors. He lifts her up into a powerbomb position, but she is soon transferred into a standing fireman's carry... Flame delivers the Flame Bomb! Oh my God!

Steve Hebert: See! That slut shouldn't have called for that kick! Look where she is, now!

Lex Robinson: Flame opts not to cover Destiny Daniels, though. Instead, he goes right to Destiny's leg and applies another Horse-Collar submission, lifting her off the ground! That's the same leg that has been worked over by both Xander Gates and Flame!

Steve Hebert: She's being swung around by Flame... this is insane...

Lex Robinson: We might have a new champion... we might... she's tapping out from the pain! She can't take it anymore! Flame wins! Flame wins! Flame is your new World Champion!

Steve Hebert: Holy fuck, now there's a statement I thought I'd never hear. Oh wait, he's also World Champion?! What the Jesus?! Time to shoot myself in the head.

Lex Robinson: We have a new World Champion! And his name is Flame!

Steve Hebert: Yep, Sin Wrestling has officially gone insane.

Once the referee informs Flame of his victory, he drops Destiny Daniels, forcing her to hold onto her left leg, which is in an amazing amount of pain. In the meantime, the referee gives Flame the World Title, which he holds triumphantly in the air, overcoming everything that has occured to him within the past year.

Lex Robinson: What a night! What a way to kick off the very first edition of Eternity! This was quite possibly a match of the year candidate.

Steve Hebert: Oh Jesus, this is horrible.

Lex Robinson: Thanks to Corey Page believing in Flame, we have a new champion!

Steve Hebert: We get it! Shut up already!

As the fans in the arena celebrate, Flame hops out of the ring and joins them in the front row, celebrating alongside them. However, as everyone's attention is turned towards Flame, no one witnesses Xander Gates storm to the ring, holding a steel chair and standing above a fallen Destiny Daniels.

Steve Hebert: Wait... look...

Lex Robinson: It's Xander Gates! And he just whacked Destiny Daniels upside her leg, damaging it even further! Stop it! She's been through enough, you sick, demented fucker!

Steve Hebert: He's not listening to your stupid words, Lex.

Lex Robinson: For the second time in a row, Xander Gates bashes the steel chair against Destiny's left leg!

Steve Hebert: And he does it again... and again... and again! He even places her leg between the chair and slides her into the corner, where he sits upon the top turnbuckle, waiting to jump off and completely shatter her kneecap! Oh boy, this should be fun. Let's listen for it.

Before Xander can leap off, though, Flame realizes what's occuring in the ring, leaps over the ringside barrier and slides inside. Seeing this, Xander Gates leaps off the second turnbuckle pad and jumps over the top rope, landing on the side of the apron. From here, he leaps down to the floor and walks to the back, laughing at the evil he just committed.

Lex Robinson: Thank God for Flame, our new World Champion. Without him, who knows what would have happened to Destiny's leg?

Steve Hebert: That fucking bastard! I hope he gets shot and raped!

The cameras show Flame and some other medics attending to Destiny Daniels, as the scene slowly fades out...

Winner: Flame

We are suddenly taken outside the arena, where we are shown footage of the parking lot. The feed comes in as black and white, the camera shaking from side to side and the sound of heavy breathing heard clearly as someone runs toward the parked cars.

As the person reaches the cars, they begin slipping from row of cars to row of cars, until finally, they find the one they're looking for. Glancing in the car, the camera shows a picture of Nikita's niece on the dashboard. At the sight of this, the cameraman snickers, before kneeling down beside the car.

For the next few moments, we watch whoever it is play around with what seems to be....C-4 -- and from the looks of their masculine hands, they are either a man or Nikita, but it's doubtful Nikita would blow up her own car. In any case, the arcanic figure soon finishes connecting the C-4 to a detonator and steps back, staring down at the tiny display screen attached to the detonator -- a screen that soon displays an all-too-familiar (\/) symbol.

As the cameraman makes his way away from the parked cars, it becomes more and more apparent who he is, as his laughter rises. At last, when he's a safe distance away from them, he reveals himself, holding the camera up to show his face, which not-so-surprisingly winds up being Tony Millennia, much to the audience's disapproval. However, their jeers are soon stamped out by an earth-rattling explosion following Millennia pressing a small button on a remote control, obviously connected to the C-4 detonator.

And Nikita's car goes byebye.