Dark Match

Konstantin Bryzgalov vs. Victor Jace

Before tonight's events can get underway, Brody Reno returns to Sin Wrestling, in front of the only the fans, and introduces his new protege, Konstantin Bryzgalov. Right away, Bryzgalov is challenged by fellow newcomer, Victor Jace. Despite Victor Jace's best attempts, using his strength, Konstantin Bryzgalov's technical prowess is enough to dazzled Jace, resulting in Bryzgalov getting the submission victory, thanks to a Full Nelson/Camel Clutch combination.

Eternity comes on the air, first showing Corey Page sitting behind his desk, playing with the action figures of everyone involved in the upcoming pay per view's War Games match. There are two rings side-by-side and, as already stated, action figures are spread out all over them.

He lifts up a Nikita action figure, peaks under her skirt, and then lifts up a Tony Millennia action figure.

Corey Page: Arrrrgh! Take that, Tony Millennia!

He slams Nikita down on Tony, crushing him with a dreaded foot to the face. He follows that up by picking up Danny Boy Vegas' figure.

Corey Page: But here is Danny Boy Vegas! Even though he's on your team, he's going to attack you because you can't trust anyone!

He throws Danny Boy Vegas down onto Nikita, popping her head off. He then lifts up Vincent Kane and Shane Donovan's action figure, forcing them into a face-off with Danny Boy Vegas. He mimics them.

Corey Page: "We're on opposite teams... let's gang up on Nikita!"

Now, he mimics Danny Boy Vegas.

Corey Page: "Good idea!"

He goes to throw all figures out Nikita, ala a massive Nikita gangbang, but is interrupted by the camera, who coughs, hoping to grab Corey's attention.

Which he succeeds in doing!

Looking up, Corey notices the camera, blushes and puts the action figures down. He speaks up.

Corey Page: Welcome to the latest edition of Eternity, everyone! In just a few seconds, not only will you learn about the stipulations concerning the upcoming ay per view, but you will also find out the name of this event.

Upon saying that, Corey looks under his desk and pulls out a poster, revealing a "Santa's Revenge" image.

Corey Page: Here it is! This Christmas Eve, Sin Wrestling rings in the holiday season with carnage, blood loss and presents! Yay presents!

He stalls.

Corey Page: ...but I'll get to that later tonight. Right now, I am dedicating this opening segment to giving complete details on the War Games matchup that we have scheduled.

First of all, Corey holds up a chart, which will aide him in giving details about the match.

Corey Page: For the past few weeks, I have been questioned numerous times about the details of this match. And quite frankly, I am goddamn tired of answering these questions. Do you hear me, Flam E.?

He stops to think to himself.

Corey Page: Hmm... that's not fair; let's just call him... F. Lame. Anyhow, because I am sick and tired of answering these ridiculous questions, I, Corey Page, shall go over every single detail of this match... despite me telling everyone at least 20 times in the backstage area.

He clears his throat.

Corey Page: Let's begin, shall we? Cameraman, roll that tape.

Once that goes off screen, the camera shot returns to Corey Page, who looks relieved in getting all of that aside.

Corey Page: There! Now you have it! Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

Cameraman: ...Uh, Mister Page, Thanksgiving was last week.

Corey Page: ...You're shitting me.

Cameraman: Nope, I'm not... unfortunately.

Corey Page: Well, fuck. What do I know? I'm Canadian! Get to the ring.

Cameraman: All right.

Before anything else can happen, Corey Page returns to playing with his toys.

Cameraman: Uh, Mister Page, we haven't cut to ringside yet.

Corey Page: Oh, for fuc--

Cut out.

Television Title -- First Round

Trenton Pierce vs. Frankie Yayo vs. Gabriel Reno

The lights are dimmed as the Miami Vice theme begins to play through the arena sound system. White spotlights begin to move throughout the crowd in the arena. Then smoke begins to emanate from the entrance. A few seconds after that, Frankie Yayo appears from the smoke. He looks out at the crowd and then begins his trek down the aisle. He climbs up the steps and onto the ring apron. He ducks between the middle and top rope and enters the ring.

"Show Me What Ya Got" by Jay-Z hits the speakers, thus bringing ou Gabriel Reno, who is well-known to Sin Wrestling. After some posing, he makes his way to the ring, rolls inside and waits for his match to begin.

Those three words on the Titantron can only mean one thing, the arrival of Trenton Pierce...

The crowd jumps to their feet to cheer on the incoming legend. Trenton Pierce walks onto the stage to an array of fireworks that pump up the crowd even more. He descends to the ring, catching as many of the audience members as he can with a simple hand slap on the way. Once he gets to the ring, he steps up on the apron and throws his right fist into the air before stepping between the ropes and into the ring. He jumps at the far turnbuckle and raises his hands in a celebratory manner, even hitting every turnbuckle before beginning his pre-match warm-up. He stands in the corner, waiting for the match to start.

The match gets underway, and without hesitation, the action begins.

Gabe Reno nails Yayo with a huge dropkick, which sends him up and over the top rope and landing hard on the mat below. Just watching the action, Trenton picks his spot and knocks Reno to the ground with a big shoulder tackle. Following that, Gabe gets back to his feet, only to be met with a quick armdrag sending him sliding across the ring.

Yayo is making his way back onto the ring apron, only to catch an elbow from Pierce that sends him reeling to the outside.

Hardly shaken by the quick flurry from Trenton, Gabe is back to his feet and waiting for Pierce to turn around. Just as he does, Reno leaps into the air and lands a big standing dropkick to Trent's jaw, knocking him to the canvas. As a result, Pierce gets up slowly, and as he reaches one knee, Gabe bounces off the ropes and drives his knee into Pierce's face, sprawling him back to the mat, holding his jaw in pain.

Yayo has finally made his way back into the ring and slides under the rope, hoping to not have drawn the attention of Reno. However, he isn't so lucky, as Reno lunges across the ring and hits him with a huge Shining Wizard kick.

Yayo is out face down and Reno sees an opportunity to get a quick win, as he ties Yayo up in a Surfboard submission hold. Wrenching back, Yayo seems to be on the brink of tapping out, when Pierce comes out of nowhere and drops a huge elbow onto the upper body of Yayo. The weight of the two men causes Reno to let go of the hold while Yayo and Pierce both land on top of him.

Not giving either of his opponents time to recouperate, Pierce stomps down on Yayo's chest before lifting Reno to his feet and whipping him into the ropes. Trent uses the ropes himself to get some momentum and then crushes Gabe with a huge spear, that Peirce follows through with by plowing his opponent into the mat. Clutching his chest, Reno rolls to a corner and begins trying to catch his breath.

During this fracas, Yayo finds his way to his feet for the first time, but it doesn't last long; as Pierce snaps towards him and sends him right back to the mat with a monstrous clothesline. Having complete control, and both of his opponents down, Trenton takes a moment to work the crowd getting them into the action.

Before losing focus and letting his opponents get back into the mix, Trenton heads over to Yayo and stomps his chest a few times to make sure he isn't getting back up. Though in the process of doing this, Reno has gotten back to his feet and darts towards Peirce. As he gets close he leaps into the air in a flying heel kick attempt. However, Trenton is more then ready for it and catches Reno with ease. Holding him for a second and pacing around the ring, he tosses Reno over his shoulder, takes a few steps, and then slams him down in a huge falling powerslam.

Yayo has managed to get back to his feet once again, as well, and tries to catch Pierce off-guard, but to no avail. He begins to lunge at Pierce a second too late and isn't able to pull off any fashion of move, and Trenton is able to easily toss Yayo out of the ring with a huge over-the-top belly-to-belly suplex.

Feeling the rush of the crowd and the huge blast of momentum he has, Trenton gets right back to his feet and lets out a quick yell of approval to the crowd. Being caught up in the moment gets the best of Trenton Pierce, though, as it gives Reno just enough time to get back to his feet and catch Trent off-guard with a big swinging neckbreaker.

Finally gaining some momentum of his own, Reno finds it in himself to pop back to his feet, run towards the ropes and springboard off them and land a big 180 leg drop across the throat of Pierce. Not wasting any time, trying not to give him a chance to recover, Reno locks in a tight sleeper hold in an attempt to wear down his opponent.

Once again, Frankie Yayo has has the time to get back to his feet and get his bearings straight. However, this time, being a bit more sneaky outside the ring, and getting behind the two men and then making his way back into the ring. Assessing the situation and trying to find a way to make the best of it, he decides climbing to the second turnbuckle is his best option. After a moment of hesitation, he takes a giant leap and lands a flying shoulder charge into Gabe Reno's back, breaking the sleeper hold.

Trenton rolls out of the action and to the outside, holding onto the ring apron trying to get his breath back. Yayo, for the first time in the match has control, somewhat. He takes the opportunity and begins dropping some quick elbowdrops onto Reno to ensure that he stays down. After a minute, he isn't quite sure of what to do next and just kinda stands above Reno, oblivious to everything.

Trenton Pierce sees his chance and takes it. Sliding back into the ring, using the last of his strength, he locks up with Yayo and quickly executes his UnderOath pedigree and climbs on top of Yayo, getting the three count.

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

Succesful in his bid to move on to the next round in the Television Title tournament, Trenton Pierce has his hand raised and then walks to the back. Gabriel Reno, in the meantime, looks displeased about his loss, glaring harshly at Frankie Yayo.

Winner: Trenton Pierce

The image is inside of a church, which soon shows Xander Gates standing behind a podium, ready to deliver his latest speech. Fixing the microphone, he clears his throat, ready to talk.

Xander Gates: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. I am here today for two reasons, and two reasons only. Number one, I want to speak to you, Flame.

He stares hard at the camera.

Xander Gates: I am watching you. I own you. Everything you do, I can do it better. You're nothing but a fluke champion. Come December 24th, that World Title will be going around my waist, when my team destroys your team. Let's face it, look who I have -- Vincent Kane, Shane Donovan and Tony Millennia. Vincent and Shane are current singles champions; and Tony is a two-time World Champion. I can't be beat.

Xander changes his tone just a little.

Xander Gates: And who do you have? Danny Boy Vegas, Nikita and...

He holds back a chuckle.

Xander Gates: Destiny Daniels, the former World Champion. You see, everyone talks about Destiny, saying that she will be back at War Games better than ever. But, to that, I have to laugh. Wanna know why?

He motions for the camera to draw closer.

Xander Gates: This is why...

Next, he pulls out some x-ray photos.

Xander Gates: You know what these are? These are the photos of the fracture to Destiny's leg! The fractures that I put there! Me! I'm the one that cost her that title! I'm the one that cost her career to down the shitter! I'm the reason why she won't make it to War Games! How do you expect to win when you have a cripple on your team, Flame?!

Now, he laughs.

Xander Gates: But it's okay. You won't have to wonder much longer. Time's a-ticking, Flame, time's a-tickin'.

Xander holds up a clock and the camera fades out.

The scene cuts to ringside, where J2K makes his way to the ring, waving to fans a bit before sliding into the ring, to the absolute confusion of everyone.

Samhain's "Mother of Mercy" begins to blare over the PA system and J2K stares slackjawed at the entrance ramp as Danny Boy Vegas slowly waltzes down the ramp, a smug look on his face as he watches J2K and takes in the sound of the boos he recieves. J2K gets prepared to defend himself from DBV as Vincent Kane and Shane Donovan slide into the ring behind him, with Kane quickly leveling J2K with a monsterous clothesline. DBV slides into the ring, quickly putting his massive boots to the back of J2K's head before pulling J2K off of the mat. DBV then drapes J2K over the corner turnbuckles in a tree of woe while Kane slides out of the ring.

Kane grabs a chair, slides into the ring and shoves it between the ropes, using it to prop J2K up as Shane climbs to the top rope, leaping off and nailing J2K with a double stomp square in the chest, driving J2K's back into the chair. J2K howls in pain as he collapses to the mat. DBV grabs a microphone as the music cuts, the crowd booing wildly at the display.

Danny Boy Vegas: Boo, boo, boo, boo. That's it. Keep it coming.

The crowd obliges him, continuing to hurl negativity down on the ring. Danny looks unfazed, leaning against the turnbuckle and yawning. His compatriots look about at the crowd as well, waiting. Finally, their boos begin to die down.

Danny Boy Vegas: What impact do you think that has? Really? You boo us from the stands and what? What are you gonna do? Can I get a "Not a goddamn thing"?

Shane and Vincent happily oblige him as the crowd goes for another round of boos. Danny shakes his head, walking to the center of the ring.

Danny Boy Vegas: Look at all of you. All of you, sitting in the stands. If you wanted to, you could jump down here and just beat the ever-living crap out of us.

Shane and Vince fake looking scared.

Danny Boy Vegas: I mean, there are a ton of you guys! No sweat! But you won't, and you know why? You won't 'cause you're scared.

Danny chuckles.

Danny Boy Vegas: Every single person in the stands tonight is the biggest crybaby I've ever seen. Won't do a damn thing. In fact, if I wanted, to, I could pick you. You, you there.

Danny points to a guy in the front row.

Danny Boy Vegas: Yeah you, John Doe. I could yank you over the rail, stomp the shit out of you, bash your brains out. I could steal that cute little girlie off your arm, take her back to my place, and loosen her up a bit. I could spit in your mother's face and I could kick your dad in the nuts and you'd just look at me and you'd cry and you'd get your lawyer.

Danny looks around at the crowd.

Danny Boy Vegas: But you know something, Johnny!? Lawyers are always… always… late. They're not gonna stop me from crushing your face in. They're not gonna stop me from fucking your girlfriend.

Danny shakes his head and hands the microphone off to Vincent Kane. Kane paces around the ring a bit, head down.

Vincent Kane: I know all of you… you get up in the morning and you worry your asses off. You walk out of your house, you worry about if someone's gonna rob you, if they're gonna crash into your car, if this and that's gonna happen.You're afraid and you can't pin it down. Well, you see, we've got it.

Vince glances up.

Vincent Kane: We're what you're afraid of. We're not the thing that goes bump in the night. We're what you wish you could be. You're all bloodthirsty sons-of-bitches. You want to see people get hurt because it makes you feel good inside, but you're too cowardly to do it. So what happens when someone goes out and actually starts to do all that, start to beat the fuck out of people?

Vincent arches an eyebrow.

Vincent Kane: You piss your pants.

The crowd boos loudly once again!

Vincent Kane: Shut the hell up. You all just make me sick. But that's it, we're tired of all these… restrictions. All these codes of conduct. We're going to hurt people because we want to, because we can, and because it helps us. We're not the bad guys. You fucks are the bad guys. We're… well, we're just productive members of Society.

The crowd continues to rain down the jeers on the three members of Society as Kane hands the mic over to Shane Donovan.

Shane Donovan: I just want to get one thing straight here. Xander, I hope you don't go around thinking too much of yourself because Corey randomly picked you to be the "team captain" of this "War Games" crap. You need to stop and think for once in your life...

Shane mockingly taps his temple with his index finger before continuing on over the fans.

Shane Donovan: If you did that, you'd realize that you're "team captain" in name only. You're only going to be around until Kane and I don't see anymore use for you, then Danny here...

Kane points over to Danny, who flexes with a smug look on his face.

Shane Donovan: Danny is going to put you out of your misery and out of our match. You had your shot at the World title, you blew it against Destiny. None of us plan on blowing our shot. One of the three men in this ring right now will walk out of War Games with the Sin World title. Cross us Xander, and we'll put you back into retirement.

Shane drops the mic as "Mother of Mercy" strikes up once again and the three members of Society exit the ring.

Darkness falls over the arena, while smoke fills the entrance way. "Two Skins" by Soil blares over the system and Arran Hayden appears from behind the smoke. He still has the briefcase cuffed to his wrist. While making his way down the ramp, jeers break out. Reaching the ring, Arran falls under the bottom rope. He stands to his feet and quickly hops onto the turnbuckle closest to him. From there, he holds up the briefcase and smirks. More jeers are directed toward him and he lowers the briefcase to point out a few angry fans. He shoots a middle finger in their direction and an assortment of camera flashes capture it. Jumping off the turnbuckle, he grabs a microphone.

Arran Hayden: Three years ago some of you may have known my name. Tonight, you'll remember it forever. Because I'm giving each and everyone of you pricks, along with the superstars in the back a chance. A chance to...

Crowd: PRICK! PRICK! PRICK!

Arran Hayden: A CHANCE to become the next instant millionaire. Yes, inside this case is one million dollars of my own money.

The crowd is confused, not knowing why Hayden would have 1 millions bucks.

Arran Hayden: Now, you must be wondering just exactly what you have to do for all these Benjamins. Well, I'll tell you. There is a man here tonight who ruined my life. Because of him, I was in a wheelchair for one whole year. He's now the only man in this building worth a million bucks, besides Corey and me...

Somewhere in the backstage, Corey Page can be overheard saying "True". In the meantime, the crowd continues with the insults.

Crowd: ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!

Arran Hayden: SHUT UP! Hayden is trying to speak!

The crowd boos loudly and Arran lowers the microphone from his lips and smirks. After the crowd quiets down, Hayden finished.

Arran Hayden: If anyone here can take out Trenton Pierce and bring him to me, you'll be a certified millionaire.

Everyone thinks Arran Hayden has "lost" it. Nevertheless, he speaks one more time...

Arran Hayden: The Degeneration of the Elite is now upon us. Hayden has spoken!

He throws down the microphone and waits for his opponents.

Television Title -- First Round

Phayze vs. Summer Ashton vs. Arran Hayden

The lights die in the arena as Godsmack's "I Stand Alone" starts pouring through the PA system.

## Now I've told you this once before
You can't control me
If you try to take me down you're gonna pay
Now I feel your every nothing that you're doing for me
I'm picking you outa me
you run away
I stand alone ##

Two small red lights pulsate near the rafters at the back of the arena, then quickly shoot along a diagonal path over the crowd and to the entrance. As they reach the top of the rampway, they seem to explode, with the whole entrance area being covered in a pyro glare. The glare and smoke quickly disappear, leaving only the massive form of Phayze standing atop the entrance ramp with his head held downward.

## You're always hiding behind your so called goddess
So what you don't think that we can see your face
Resurrected back before the final fallen
I'll never rest until I can make my own way
I'm not afraid of fading
I stand alone ##

Phayze slowly makes a stride towards the ring, never raising his head to acknowledge the crowd for any reason. As he gets to the ring, he climbs upon the ring apron, turns towards the crowd and finally raises his head towards the fans. He extends his arms outward at his side as a quick series of pyros explode around the ring.

"Shitlist" by L7 blares throughout the arena. The screen flickers for a moment and in black and white, with red blood spots, it says across it: "Your pain is my pleasure". Summer steps out slowly and begins walking to the ring. Though she looks calm on the outside, the intensity beneath the surface is noticeable in her eyes and clenched fists.

The screen shows why she was kicked out of L.A. Derby Girls. The scene is in black and white, except for the blood covering the face of the woman beneath her. Her eyes in the film appear crazed as if she was in some kind of blood-thirsted frenzy. Repeatedly the other skater's face is slammed into the inside of the track, deeply ripping open the flesh on her forehead with each blow till bone is exposed in a few spots. Several other skaters from both teams grab her from behind and try to haul her away. In a last ditch effort she kicks out with her skate and connects with the back of the bloody woman's head.

The screen goes black as Summer climbs into the ring without any gestures or motions. It's as if she hasn't noticed the audience or anyone else. An island unto herself. Silently she waits for her opponent. Her face twitching slightly as she starts to lose her mask of patience.

The bell rings and the match starts with the three competitors standing in seperate ring corners. Out first, Phayze and Arran Hayden stare each other down, while Summer Ashton remains in her corner, watching as the two men lock up. With the collar-and-elbow tie-up applied between both men, who struggle for positioning, Summer decides to charge out of her corner, hoping to swipe an attack at both men.

...Unfortunately for her, they both see her coming, and while locked together, they duck down and backdrop her to the other side of the ring. Of course, this allows for Arran Hayden to take the advantage via a cheapshot knee-to-groin attack onto Phayze, which buckles him over.

Deciding to focus his attention purely on Phayze, at first, Arran begins striking him with elbows to the neck, accompanying those with some knees to the chest. Turning around, he switches focus onto Summer Ashton, who again charges at him. This time, though, he drops down and drop-toe-holds her face-first into the canvas.

Whipping himself up, he's about to continue his assault on her, only to see that Phayze shakes off his previous attack and is charging at him with a clothesline. Ducking beneath this attack, Arran turns around, kicks Phayze in the gut and then double-underarm DDTs him.

Because Arran had been preoccupied with Phayze, Summer Ashton is able to peel herself off the mat and climb to her feet. She jumps on Arran Hayden's back, hoping to choke him out with some sort of sleeperhold, only to throw her over his shoulders, landing hard on Phayze's back. He plucks Summer Ashton up and throws her shoulder-first into the ring ropes, turns around and maintains his attention on Phayze, who is returning to his feet againm, showing true resilience.

Appearing upset at this latest turn of events, Arran runs at Phayze, hoping to knock him off his feet with a clothesline, but to no avail, as Arran's arm just slaps off Phayze's chest. For the second time in a row, Arran bounces off the ropes and returns with another clothesline attempt, only to have Phayze duck it, full-nelson him, lift him up into the air and then drop him down with a full-nelson slam!

Phayze follows up by covering a surprised Arran Hayden, hoping to have the victory...

...1...

He can only muster up a one-count, though, as Summer Ashton returns to the center of the ring and stomps on Phayze's skull, stopping the count.

Angry, Phayze gets to a kneeling position, not liking this stoppage, whatsoever. He can't stay angry too long, however; as Summer unloads onto him with some kicks to his chest, which slightly wind him, leaving a red mark around his biceps. Upon the fourth kick attempt, Phayze grabs her leg, making her hop on one foot. She decides to switch things around, though, as she leaps into the air and connects with a vicious enziguiri kick to the side of Phayze's skull.

Dropping to the mat, Phayze nearly falls on top of Arran, who manages to roll out of the way, just in time. Shaking the cobwebs off, Arran rises to his feet and focuses on Summer Ashton, who was smirking over taking Phayze down. Applying a waistlock on this new femme fatale, he shoves her up against the ropes and returns with an Okana Roll, allowing him to push his body down on her legs, trying for a pinfall...

...1...2...

At the count of two, Summer pushes Arran off, resulting in him being throw towards the ropes. When he bounces off, she leaps to her feet and then gives him a quesadora-into-an-armdrag, sending him sliding across the ring. Just as he stands, she goes to follow up with a running kick, which he avoids by catching her foot. Throwing her backwards, he causes her to moonsault, hoping to land on her feet; but what waits behind her is something she does not like.

As Arran aides Summer in a backflip, Phayze stands behind her and catches her. It's no time longer that he drops down with a reverse-piledriver, dropping her on her head, much to the pleasure of Arran Hayden, who gives Phayze zero time in getting to his feet, before striking him with a leaping kick/knee attack.

Seconds after Phayze's back hits the mat, Arran stands to his feet and starts kicking and stomping at Phayze's legs, hoping to keep him grounded and unable to use his strength and brawling abilities. Arran even decides to grapevine Phayze's right leg around his own left leg, while hunching over, taunting Phayze with several slaps to the jaw. Soon after, Arran hooks onto Phayze's leg, drags him into the corner, slides to the floor and wraps Phayze's leg around the ring post; even going as far as to leg-whip him into the steel.

While this happens, Summer Ashton remains on the other side of the ring, trying to regain her wits. Once she does, she watches as Arran Hayden does a number on Phayze's leg, liking what she is seeing. ...But then again, she doesn't like it that much, as she decides to charge forward, catching Arran during his attack on Phayze's leg, with a baseball-slide dropkick that knocks him up against the ring railing.

After using the second rope to throw herself into the air, Summer smashes down onto Phayze's chest with a double-stomp, and then uses him to propel herself into the air and onto Arran Hayden with a crossbody plancha.

On the floor, Summer continues pounding away on Arran Hayden, striking him with a deadly barrage of fists, hoping to keep him down-and-out of this match. Sadly, her attack is stopped by Phayze, who rolls out onto the floor, wobbles over to her, grabs her by her hair and clocks with her with a stiff punch to the skull, dropping her on her back. He lifts her up, swats her face off the ring apron and then rolls her inside and is about to rejoin her, when Arran Hayden crawls towards the side of the ring and latches onto Phayze's foot, disabling him from getting inside.

Obviously, Phayze tries to shake him off, but with one full tug, Arran yanks Phaze off the ring apron, causing him to smash his face off the canvas, as well. Right away, Arran applies a side-headlock and goes to charge forward, wanting to bash Phayze's skull off the ring post, but things don't go as planned. Alternatively, Phayze shoves Arran away from him, sending him chest-first into the post, knocking the wind out of him.

However, as Phayze turns around, he is met with a flying Thesz Press from Summer Ashton. Thinking quickly, he is able to catch her, and just like with Summer Hayden, Phayze is able to send her into the ring post, as well.

With everyone out on the floor again, the referee starts his count, willing to count everyone out, which startles Arran Hayden, who gets up and slides into the ring, which also brings Phayze in behind him. Phayze gives Arran a stiff shoulderblock that knocks him on his back and goes to follow that up with some sort of running maneuver. Incidentally, as Phayze goes to bounce off the ropes, Summer Ashton gets to her feet, reaches up and pulls down the top rope, which causes Phayze to topple over the ropes and onto the floor.

Seeing that Phayze has just been taken out of the match, Arran Hayden quickly snaps to his feet, runs over to the ropes, grabs Summer by her hair and drags her into the ring. After delivering a swift kick to her gut, Arran pulls her into a standing headscissors, lifts her into the air and quickly drops her back down with the Hayden Bomb!

Jack-knifing her legs, he rolls over on top of her, getting the pinfall...

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

As the bell is rung to signal the end of the match, Arran Hayden gets to his feet, celebrates his victory and walks to the back, knowing that he has advanced in th tournament. Inside of the ring, meanwhile, enters Phayze, who looks on, not liking what just happened.

In any event, the screen fades out, as we go to our next segment in tonight's show...

Winner: Arran Hayden

Backstage, Vincent Kane walks into his locker room where the lights, oddly, are off. He turns to the wall to find the light switch and flips them on, revealing Nikita behind him with the same crowbar she used on Tony's car last week. Once oblivious to her presence, Nikita makes it know by bringing the crowbar to the front of his neck and yanking back, bringing him to the ground. Keeping her grip, Nikita continues to choke him.

Nikita: You and your friends won't get away with this shit.

Nikita throttles him for another second before mercilessly kneeing him in the nape of his neck. After dropping him down on the floor, she leaves the locker room, crowbar in tow.

FADE IN:

A picture of the Union Jack appears on the screen. "God Save The Queen", the British national anthem is playing. A figure steps up in a black suit. His blond hair is parted to the right, giving him a public school-boy look.

Charles Minister: Ladies and Louts of this violent, trashy stretch of land you call the 'United States of America', may I have your attention. My name is Charles Minister and I am an upstanding citizen from the small island across the pond called England. I look at your country from an outsiders point of view and do you know what I see? I’ll tell you...

He continues on.

Charles Minister: I see a nation of weak boys playing with toys their parents should have locked up. I’m talking about your wannabe gangsters who shoot each other and fight supposed wars for reasons that most consider meaningless. I mean, is respect really worth dying for? Is your taste in music worth taking a bullet for? I think not. Your great leader, George W. Bush, is a man who oozes respect. He started a war for the right reasons. He saved us all from mutually assured destruction. Weapons of mass destruction… that is what wars should be fought over. Whomsoever holds the weapons of ultimate destruction holds the world. But your petty nation of gangbangers… they have no clue as to what real respect is.

A smarmy look spreads across his face.

Charles Minister: Respect is earned with more force than a bullet can muster. That is fear, not respect. Fighting hand-to-hand against superior opposition; standing up for your values on life, no matter how old fashioned or traditional they may seem to others; that garners my respect. And that is how I lead my life: by fist and values. Sin Wrestling will learn to respect me. It’s followers will follow my values. I bring a new kind of war to the SW. A war where the body, the fist, the unrivalled skill and technical ability in the ring are my weapons of mass destruction.

He looks to his right.

Charles Minister: Long live the English Empire.

Charles Minister stands straight with his right hand over his heart. He lifts his chin proudly as the national anthem continues to play.

Fade out.

A door in the backstage area slowly peels open and giggling can be heard. Soon enough, a flock of females -- the ones which were supposed to wrestle at the last Eternity card -- enter the building, with Johnny Downer following behind them.

Johnny Downer: Ladies, ladies, I'm a burn victim. Burn victims know how to treat their women.

As Johnny says this, the women giggle some more, playing right into Johnny Downer's words. Before he can say anything else, though, he is interrupted by a pirate.

Yep, you guessed it. It's Captain Isiah Morgan and he's not happy about Johnny Downer stealing his "wenches".

Captain Isiah Morgan: Arrrrr, matey! You're here just in time, as yer match is comin' right up.

Johnny Downer: Good, good.

Johnny goes to step forward with his ladies. However, he is halted by Isiah Morgan, who taps him on the shoulder.

Captain Isiah Morgan: But those 'wimmins' you got, they are mine.

Shock spreads over Johnny's face, as if Captain Morgan has no right saying that. He even wraps his right arm around one of the ladies, drawing her in closer.

Johnny Downer: Excuse me?

Captain Isiah Morgan: Those are my ladies -- my wenches! One of them will be my future bride! They are my treasure!

Johnny Downer: Whoa, whoa, whoa! You're freaking wrong! These are my ladies! You saw the acts we performed in the ring, at our last show!

Captain Isiah Morgan: But... but...

Isiah Morgan grabs one of the ladies.

Captain Isiah Morgan: Mine! My wife!

Johnny grabs back, slinging her back around his waist.

Johnny Downer: No, mine, you weirdo!

Again, Isiah Morgan yanks back.

Captain Isiah Morgan: Mine!

Eventually, the girl is pushed aside, while Johnny Downer and Captain Morgan get in each other's face. What they don't realize, though, is that Dan Black is stepping into the scene. Upon seeing him, the ladies awe in his presence and immediately swarm around him, unbeknownst to Johnny and Isiah.

Christina Dark: Oooh... la la la. Who might you be?

Trenton Pierce: Dan. Dan Black is my name.

Krystal Meth: Ohhh... I see..

Hands rub over Dan's body, while Johnny and Isiah continue to argue, not realizing what is happening. As they go back-and-forth with their insults, Dan Black walks off, leaving with the flock of ladies that once accompanied Johnny Downer into the building.

Captain Isiah Morgan: They are my wenches!

Johnny Downer: No, retard, they are mi-- wait a second. Where are they?

Out of the corner of his eye, Johnny notices Dan Black walking away with his ladies, instantly startling him. He goes to chase after them, but again, he is stopped by Captain Isiah Morgan.

Captain Isiah Morgan: Aye, matey; you've got a match to get to.

Appearing agitated, Johnny stops himself from trailing after Dan and the women, turns around and heads towards the entrance area.

Johnny Downer: Goddamnit...

Johnny walks off, leaving a snickering Captain Isiah Morgan behind.

Captain Isiah Morgan: I told you they're my wenches!

He walks opposite of Downer, apparently in search of his ladies.

Television Title -- First Round

Jimmy Luciano vs. Xander Gates vs. Johnny Downer

Hurt's "Rapture" starts to play as Johnny Downer heads out towards the ring, while the crowd goes silent. After he gets in the ring, he smiles and waits for his next opponent.

"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.

( Jay-Z voice over… )

“This is a state of emergency…”

( All of a sudden, the following flash on the screen... )

"Show Me What You Got" 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 bell rings as the three men look at each other, then Xander and Downer charge the "Italian Stallion", each hitting him with forearms! They back Luciano to the ropes, whip him across, and bend down for a double backdrop, but Jimmy jumps over, grabbing both men and rolling them up in a one-on-two sunset flip!

...1...2..

Both men kick out simultaneously, rolling back and hitting a double low dropkick on the seated Luciano! The fans briefly clap for the two's teamwork, but then they go right into trading punches, forearms, and chops on one another! Gates gets the upper hand, and grabs the wrist of Downer, twisting it and then hitting a short lariat! He holds onto Downer's wrist, however, and pulls him back up, locking him into and then hitting a northern lights suplex!

...1...2..

Luciano breaks it up by stomping directly into the stomach of Xander Gates! He pulls Gates up and tosses him through the ropes to the floor. The "Sicilian Assassin" then turns his attention to Downer, pulling him back to his feet and then kicking him in the stomach, doubling him over to deliver a DDT! Downer is visually out, and Luciano smirks, seeing an opportunity to end it early!

But he can't capitalize, as Xander Gates leaps back into the picture with a springboard dropkick to the back of Jimmy Luciano! Gates then takes two steps back, watching both men to see who gets up first! Downer somehow pulls himself up, and turns directly into a superkick attempt! Johnny Downer ducks, however, and jumps up, catching Gates with an enzuigiri as he turns around! Downer gets up, grinning, but he does not see Luciano stepping up from behind and lifting his opponent up, hitting a sidewalk slam on him! Luciano stays on top and hooks the leg!

...1...2..

But Gates dives on top just in time to break the pin! He pulls Luciano up, and immediately attempts to go for his X Marks the Spot finisher, but Luciano elbows out of the hold, and spins around, now next to Gates as he pulls his head and arm back, before pushing it back forward, all the way to the mat with the Reverse Russian Legsweep! Just before he can make the pin attempt, however, Downer attempts to roll up Luciano!

...1...2

Luciano kicks out just as the referee's hand hits for a second time! Downer gets up, frustrated, and pulls Luciano up, taking him into the corner to attempt Going Downerward! He can't get Luciano up, however, and "The Notorious One" reverses the position of the two men, putting Downer on the top rope facing away from the ring! Gates runs over and attempts to break the situation up, but Luciano gives him a double-arm DDT, laying Gates out! Luciano gets back up, and lifts Downer into the crucifix position, stepping over Xander's prone body before tossing Downer into the air and bringing him down with the powerbomb! The ref slides into position, Luciano nodding his head with each count!

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

Luciano scoots out of the pin as "Show Me What Ya Got" hits the PA and the referee raises his hand! Luciano pulls his hand away, getting out of the ring and calmly walking to the back. Xander Gates follows behind, holding his head and stumbling slightly as the ref checks on him. Johnny Downer, however, comes to fairly quickly and pounds the mat in anger and frustration. A few fans in the front row are laughing at him, but he simply yells at them for a second before leaving.

Winner: Jimmy Luciano

The cameras return to the backstage area, where Ace Rodgers is standing inside of a locker-room. Upon closer inspection, it is shown to be the locker-room of Kyphael, formerly Kyle Rayner of New Era Wrestling. Ace is standing next to Kyphael, who is hunched over, seemingly readying himself for his upcoming match. Nevertheless, Ace decides to interject himself.

Ace Rodgers: Mr. Rayner... Kyphael... it's been a while since we've all seen you... up until last week, anyhow. Last week, you came out on top in a triple-threat debut match, against Phayze and Trenton Pierce, and boy, you looked good! In fact, you seem to have put on some muscle-mass since the last time you were in NEW...

Ace points the microphone in Kyphael's direction, but gets no response, as Kyphael remains hunched over, towel on his head, preparing himself.

Ace Rodgers: Do you care to comment on your whereabouts these past few years?

Still no response.

Ace Rodgers: Uhm... okay. Well, you're in the Television Title Tournament and your match is up next. You're against Dan Black, a promising future SW star, and Tony Millennia, someone you should know very well. Your throughts...?

Again, Ace points the microphone towards Kyphael, but gets no response.

Ace Rodgers: Well then...

Suddenly, a jolt of energy bursts through Kyphael and he stands to his feet, whipping the towel off his head and throwing it onto the bench. Giving a slight grunt, he walks off, seemingly very intense and prepared for his match.

Ace Rodgers: Well... that was... intense...? Hell, I don't know.

Noticing that Kyphael has left his towel behind, Ace picks it up and goes to chase after him, but stops. Instead, he looks around and proceeds to ball it up, allowing it to fit into his pocket.

Ace Rodgers: Oh yeah. I'm cool now.

Having the towel in his possession, Ace walks off and the view switches back to the ringside area.

The camera follows Shane Donovan as he strolls backstage looking smug as ever. Unbeknowst to him, though, Nikita silently catches up to him, and walks behind him for a few feet. Finally, she taps him on the shoulder and he swings around in response. Just as he does so, he's met with a crowbar straight to the temple, knocking him out cold. She begins to walk away, but turns around to face Shane's lifeless body, only to spit on him and continue on her way.

Television Title -- First Round

Kyphael vs. Tony Millennia vs. Dan Black

"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.

"I Dare You" by Shinedown plays and Kyphael simply walks down to the ring with a towel draped around his shoulders. Upon reaching the ring, to a flickering of lights, he discards the towel into the crowd and enters the ring, starting to warm up by doing squat thrusts.

Some distortion hits the speakers, thus bringing out Tony Millennia, who walks to the ring.

Dan Black is the first to make an attack as he dashes forth and clotheslines Tony Millennia. With Tony on the mat, Dan turns around and tries to go for the same on Kyphael and fails miserably when he’s met with a spear. Kyphael sits up and begins throwing punch after punch into Dan Black’s face relentlessly. That is, until Tony Millennia makes his way to the feet and hits Kyphael with a double axe handle right between his shoulder blades.

Before Kyphael has a chance to make a quick recovery, Millennia repeats the attack before yanking him up and placing him in a headlock. Millennia throws back, ramming Kyphael’s head into the mat with a perfect DDT. He leaps back up to his feet to an oncoming Dan Black and punches him square in the throat. Black stumbles into the corner with Millennia in pursuit who stomps him into the corner until he’s huddled down on the mat. During this, though, Kyphael recovers and locks his arms around Tony’s waist. Snapping back, he suplexes him out of the corner.

Quickly making his way to his feet, Kyphael pulls Tony to his own only to stomp him to the gut, setting him up for a powerbomb. Kyphael pulls Tony up onto his shoulders and slams him down onto the mat, but it doesn’t stop there. Keeping his hands locked, he pulls Millennia up again for a second powerbomb, where this time, he actually lets go. Kyphael drops to pin his opponent.

…1…2..

Simultaneously, Millennia kicks out and Dan Black kicks Kyphael in the back of his head forcing the count to stop anyway. As Tony slithers out of the way, Black moves in on Kyphael with several blows to the face and chest before pulling him into a spinebuster which he successfully pulls off. Black pulls Kyphael to his feet and whips him into the ropes. When he bounces back, Kyphael goes for a clothesline but Black ducks it. Bouncing off the opposing ropes, Kyphael is caught with a boot to the face by Dan Black. He drops and goes for the pin.

…1…

But, having none of this, Tony Millennia goes for a baseball slide into Kyphael’s face. When the slide stops, he makes sure he doesn’t leave Black out and kicks him in the face, too. The first to their feet is clearly Tony Millennia who picks Black for his next assault. Plucking him up by his hair, Millennia lifts him into a jackhammer. Following this, Millennia pulls Black to his feet once more only to lift him above his head, showing off his might, and tossing him outside of the ring; not onto the mat, but onto the stairs.

Turning around, Millennia catches Kyphael going to punch Millennia, probably the back of his head at the time but Millennia counters this by hooking his arm and locking him into a full nelson. Millennia hoists him up, going for the Millennial Descent! Pleased, Millennia goes for the pin.

…1…2…

But Dan Black is up to his feet outside of the ring and pulls Kyphael’s foot onto the bottom rope, stopping the count. Millennia leaps up and begins arguing with the referee while Black slides back into the ring. Ignoring the immobilized Kyphael, Black immediately goes after Tony Millennia looking for a back-to-belly suplex. Unfortunately for him, Millennia manages to elbow Black repeatedly in the face until he released his lock around his waist. Tony turns around goes for an illegal attack, a boot to the groin, but Black catches his foot and spins Millennia around. Mr. Millennia completes a 360, opposing Dan’s efforts, grabs his head and head butts him. Dan stumbles away and with an added kick in the ass, literally, by Millennia, falls flat on his face.

By the time this is done, Kyphael is already to his feet, recovering from Tony’s Millennial Descent. Tony basically walks in to a inverted DDT ala Kyphael. Like some animal, though, Tony merely sits up, shakes it off, and gets to his feet where Kyphael is waiting. Dodging a clothesline, Millennia kicks Kyphael to the gut and hoists him up for a powerbomb, but Kyphael manages his way out of it with several fists to the cranium. As he slips off Tony’s shoulders, he grabs Millennia’s head, ramming his face into the mat.

Kyphael now forces Millennia to his feet. Along with Dan Black, they lift him up into a vertical suplex and fall back, slamming his backside against the mat. Still double teaming, Black and Kyphael stomp Millennia up and down his body before plucking him up and whipping him into the ropes. As he bounces back, they both deliver a double clothesline, throwing Millennia straight onto the back of his neck, rendering him completely motionless. Black viciously shoves Kyphael down and across the ring, and drops to get the count on Tony Millennia.

…1…2..

Kyphael jumps back into action and jumps up beside Dan, landing with his knee right into his neck. Kyphael pulls Dan Black to his feet, lifts him into a fireman’s carry and drives his head into the mat with his finisher, Starlight Extinction. He drops to his knees and then goes for the pin.

…1…2…3!

With both of his opponents flattened out in the ring, Kyphael’s hand is raised in victory by the ref.

Winner: Kyphael

Once again, the camera returns to the backstage area, focusing in on Sin Wrestling owner, Corey Page, who has two boxes in front of him, which are in the process of being wrapped. One of the boxes, purple in color, with a dark blue ribbon around it, is laid aside, while Corey grabs a piece of paper and begins scribbling on it.

Corey Page: Here, go fetch these people.

He hands the note off to a... snout. A goat snout, to be more precise.

The camera pans back, revealing the form of Betsy the Goat, who has returned to her secreterial role, which gets a loud cheer from the fans. In her mouth, she carries the note that was handed to her from Corey and she huffs off, presumably in search of "these people".

Corey Page: You know, it's a good thing that it turned out to be her Uncle Warren that Draco and Casanova blew up. All this while, it turns out Betsy was on vacation in Haiti. Who would have known?!

Several seconds go by and the room remains empty. It's not until we hear the clicking and stomping of feet do have some action in the room. The door to Corey's office opens up, and in walks the following wrestlers: Gabriel Reno, Summer Ashton, Phayze and Victor Jace, a Sin Wrestling newcomer.

Corey Page: Hello, Summer. Nice to see you again, Mr. Reno. Take a seat, Mister Jace. Ah, Phayze... there you are. I see you're taking things quite well in Sin Wrestling. Nikita, I see... wait...

Betsy re-enters the room.

Corey Page: I didn't request Nikita!

Betsy shrugs, while Nikita steps inside.

Nikita: Bring back the Platinum Title! And give me a restraining order against Tony Millennia now! Now, damnit, now!

Corey Page: I'm busy; go away! Go smash Tony's Batmobile.

With a huff, Nikita is lead out the door, having her requests denied, for the time being, being shoved away with the retired Platinum Title still slung over her shoulder. Corey pats Betsy on the head, gives her a treat and then shuts the door, only to return to the area behind his desk. He motions for the four wrestlers to come forward, wanting them to crowd around his desk.

Corey Page: Come closer, everyone.

As per Corey's requests, they all inch closer to his desk, where one box lays, already half-wrapped.

Corey Page: Here...

From beneath his desk, Corey Page pulls out a second box; this one wrapped in red wrapping, with a purple bow tied around it. He firmly lays it down on his desk, setting it right next to the other gift.

Corey Page: In these boxes, there's a special prize. A prize that people in your position...

He glares at the four people standing in front of him.

Corey Page: ...will deeply desire.

Gabriel Reno goes to grab onto the box with the red wrapping; only to have his hand swatted away by the SW owner.

Corey Page: Stop that. Hands off... at least until Christmas Eve. Now let me explain.

The four competitors listen in.

Corey Page: At Santa's Revenge, both rings will have one of these boxes hanging from a pole in the corner. Your role will be to climb the turnbuckles, reach out and grab these boxes, pull them down and open them. Once you grab a box, bring it down and open it, you're officially declared a match winner and you'll obtain what's inside.

All four seem pleased with this announcement, as they share a sharp glare back and forth each other.

Corey Page: Obviously, because there are two boxes, we will have two winners. Once you pull down a box and open it, you're out of the match and will be a co-winner with the person that pulls down the second box. Got it?

He holds both boxes in his hands.

Corey Page: Trust me. You'll want what's inside. Two of you will win; two of you will lose. It is a mystery.

Dun dun dun...!

A buzz goes through all four wrestlers, as Corey lays the boxes on his desk.

Corey Page: Yep. Now everyone get out of my office.

Just like that, Corey Page leads everyone out, dusts off his hands and starts decorating his office for Christmas.

Non-Title Match

Flame vs. Shane Donovan

"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.

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.

The second Flame enters the ring, Shane charges in at him and begins the onslaught. The two exchange punches back-and-forth, before Shane finally ends it with a kick to the gut, followed by a quick facebuster that drives Flame's face into his knee. Flame pops right back up to his feet from the impact and Shane attempts to put Flame back down to the mat. However, he's able to dodge Shane's oncoming attack and toss him up and over the top rope to the mat below with one hand via a hip-toss.

With a hard thud, Donovan nails the concrete on the outside and rolls, ending up on one knee. Inside the ring, Flame is taking the time to recover from the quick flurry of moves from Donovan.

Shane is using the 10-count the best he can, as he waits till eight before getting back into the ring. Unfortunately for him, Flame is right there and plants a huge boot into Shane's back. Even through the stomp, Shane continues to get to his feet.. Just slowly.

After dropping another foot into the small of Donovan's back, Flame gives up and assists Donovan to his feet, where he is met with a huge chop from Shane that rocks the World Champion. Almost more surprised than effected, Flame returns with a chop of his own, which rocks Shane back into the corner. Quickly following up, Flame takes a few big steps and attempts for a big splash, while Shane is held up in the corner. Fully aware of what's happening, Shane is able to duck down and send Flame's face into the turnbuckle.

Shaking off the big chop and the almost crushing weight of Flame, Donovan scrambles to his feet and lifts Flame up with him, following through with a hard Irish-whip. Shane runs the other direction, and the two meet in the middle, with Shane able to get enough height in order to land a huge somersault neckbreaker type move onto the big man.

Shane immediately gets back to his feet and shouts a big "FUCK YOU" before dropping down on top of Flame, in an attempt to get three count.

...1...2...

Flame kicks out with such force that it sends Donovan almost halfway across the ring. A bit shocked from the force of the kick out, Shane is slow to get to his feet and destroyed by a huge boot from Flame, which seemingly came out of nowhere. A bit worked himself, Flame isn't too quick to capitalize on his clear advantage. Resting himself over the ropes taking a few breaths, and nursing his neck, he waits for Shane to almost be to his feet before lining up his next move.

With Shane in the hunched over position, while getting back to his feet, Flame makes his way over to him and stops the process. Quickly throwing Shane's arm around his neck, the big man hoists Flame up in suplex-fashion and just holds him there for a moment, letting the blood rush to his opponents head. Flame finally snaps downward with a jackhammer/brainbuster maneuver, causing Shane to look down and out.

Seeing that he has complete control at the moment, Flame gets back to his feet and looks over the crowd, who cheers in approval. Still having Shane down on the mat, not moving, he tries lifting him up by the hair to get him back to his feet, but it doesn't work. Thinking the match is over, Flame drops to a knee and puts his hand on Shane's chest. The ref drops for the three count.

...1...2...

Just before the ref's hand meets the mat for the three count, Shane is able to get his foot on the bottom rope, breaking the count. Annoyed by the action, Flame drags Shane to his feet and whips him into the ropes, meeting him back in the middle with a massive tilt-a-whirl slam. The high impact of the move results in Shane jolting back to his feet, taking meaningless steps around the ring, before being met with a stiff clothesline from Flame, which sends him back to the canvas without any signs of getting back to his feet without assistance.

Once again bringing Donovan to his feet, Flame seems to have complete confidence in the way the match is going. However, all of that ends not a split-second later, when Donovan comes out of nowhere with a hard uppercut right to the nutsac of Flame, which goes beyond the sight of the referee.

Getting back to his feet and reassessing the situation, Shane takes a moment to get back into the swing of things. With Flame still down on the mat, holding his junk, Shane finds an opening and takes a page out of Vincent Kane's book, locking on the Back Mounted Kamura that his stable mate calls Hell's Ditch. Having the submission hold locked in tight, the ref is watching for the tap out -- a wrong twist or turn could easily dislocate or break a bone. Wrenching back on the hold, as hard as he can, Shane views that there is no chance of Flame tapping out, so he reluctantly releases the hold and drops a few boots to Flame's shoulder.

In an obvious attempt to wear the arm and shoulder down, Shane locks on a sitting armbar, yanking on Flame's appendage in ways that were never meant to be. Even through all of Donovan's weight being put on his arm and shoulder, Flame somehow manages to get to his hands and knees, trying to get Shane off him. Despite his efforts, Shane has his hold locked on and he's in position. With Flame in a vulnerable spot, Shane takes a chance and spins around and rolls into Flame causing a school boy type pin.

...1...2...

Flame barely kicks out and Shane looks quite annoyed by this.

Jumping back to his feet, Shane lays a few more boots into the shoulder of Flame, which he is vigorously trying to protect, but is only having minimal success. Through the onslaught of boots, Flame is attempting to get back to his feet on his own power, but Shane doesn't give him the chance. Quickly throwing a few quick jabs into the side of Flame, he lets him up in Russian Legsweep fashion. However, he has modified it a bit in order to have Flame's arm extended out in front of him. After making sure the arm is secure, Donovan rears back, then jolts forward in a reverse Russian Legsweep onto the extended arm of Flame. Jumping back up to his feet quickly and gazing down at Flame cradling his arm, a smile creeps across Shane's face.

Reeking with arrogance, Shane goes to a corner and just props himself up against the ropes, just watching Flame nurse his arm and attempt to get back to his feet, in no rush whatsoever. Once Flame is almost aware of his surroundings, Shane moves back into the fight and grabs Flame by the hair, pulling his body so it's arched backwards and then dropping down in a reverse DDT.

Just as he hits the mat, Xander Gates steps out of the back and comes halfway down the entrance ramp. Shane sees him, but pays no mind.

Slowly, but surely, Flame is getting back to his feet, and Shane has propped himself up on the top rope. just waiting and watching his prey. Once Flame grabs hold of what's going on, he notices Xander at the entrance ramp. His eyes fill with rage, as he turns quickly to find Shane, only to be met with a huge huracanrana that Shane sets up perfectly to land Flame hard on the outside mat. However, all doesn't go as planned, as Flame finds it in himself to land on his feet and race up the ramp towards Xander, who immediately turns and runs to the back.

Confused, Shane just paces around the ring not quite sure what to think of the events as the ref counts Flame out.

Winner: Shane Donovan

Nikita slowly walks down a hall checking the names on each door she passes. Finally, she spots the one she wants and sits contently on a table that's just in front of the door. She waits patiently, letting her feet dangle freely, and twirls the crowbar in her hands.

Finally, the door opens and Danny Boy Vegas steps out. The two locks eyes and Nikita smiles, still twirling the crowbar. She goes to throw it at his head, but just as she does, he slams the door shut having the crowbar smack against the door and fall to the ground. Nikita shrugs, slips off the table and walks away, most likely towards the stage area.

However, she doesn't realize that Tony Millennia is hiding in the shadows, lurking behind a corner, watching, waiting and stalking...

No DQ; Falls Count Anywhere

Nikita 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.

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.

Once at ringside, she grabs a chair, tosses it into the ring and slides inside, starting the match right away. Rolling inside, Nikita quickly rises to her feet, wishing to unleash a flurry of damage onto Danny Boy Vegas, only to see that Danny Boy has lifted up the chair and is now charging at Nikita, deciding to take things into his own favor.

Aware of this, Nikita gives Danny Boy a seated-dropkick to his right knee, dropping him down front-first, his face landing on the steel chair that clangs on the canvas. Grabbing the chair, slipping it out from beneath a fallen Danny Boy, Nikita holds it high above her head, only to swiftly smash it down across the broad of Danny Boy's back. From here, she then continues to strike Danny Boy with several more chairshots -- this time, focusing on his legs, wishing to remove the size and strength advantage he has.

Despite all of this, Danny Boy struggles to fight back, hitting Nikita with a throat-thrust, but it isn't enough to send her reeling. Still with the chair in her hand, she fires back, keeping Danny grounded by jabbing the chair into his ribcage, holding it above her head again, and then smashing it down across his back.

Taking the edge of the chair, she holds it above Danny Boy's throat, wanting to prepare herself for her Lust Title shot, which is set to occur at the next Eternity card. She takes all of her frustrations out on Danny Boy's chest, kicking and stomping at him, while the chair is pressed against this throat, wanting revenge against everyone that has turned against her.

She sits him up a little bit, spits in his face, slaps him and then sits him on the chair, which she sets up in the center of the ring. Climbing to the top rope, she looks over her right shoulder, making sure that a wounded Danny Boy is still in position. When the time is right, he moonsaults off, smashing both herself and Danny through the chair.

With a handful of his hair in her hands, she viciously unloads some punches across his temple and covers him, looking for an early victory.

...1...2...

Of course, with a count of two, an early victory just isn't in the cards for Nikita. Instead, she opts to pick up the mangled chair and give Danny Boy some time to recover, wanting him to stand.

With his back turned, Danny Boy stumbles around, trying to collect his wits, trying hard to believe his lack of luck thus far in the match. He turns around, watching as Nikita charges at him with another attempted chairshot.

He stops, thinks quickly to himself and suddenly clutches both hands together. From a swinging position, he halts Nikita's chairshot by delivering a wicked "Swordstroke", which smashes the chair back into Nikita's face, therefore sending her swirling through the air.

The crowd jeers his turn-around, which he responds by taunting them, taking his time to recollect his thoughts, as he stumbles around the ring, watching Nikita, his ironic partner for Santa's Revenge, hold her face, trying to wish away the pain.

Having a handful of Nikita's raven hair, Danny Boy Vegas headbutts her, further opening up the cut that had been made on her forehead, thanks to the misguided chairshot. Smirking, he casually whips Nikita into the corner and follows in, delivering a running back-elbow to her chin/face, snapping her head back. His newfound strength enables him to turn around, grab the chair, jab it into Nikita's gut, step back and then hurl it directly at her head, forcing her to collapse through the ring ropes and land on the side of the apron.

Standing back, he soaks up the boos that rain in, giving Nikita some time to stand to her feet. Once she is up, with her back turned, trying to figure out her surroundings, Danny Boy Vegas vaults forward, sending a running forearm to the back of Nikita's skull, knocking her off the apron, sending her spiralling into the guardrail around the ringside area.

Soon after Nikita smashes up against the railing, Danny Boy Vegas follows her out, picks her up and then drops her throat-first across the railing, hoping to collect on the "Falls Count Anywhere" portion of this match. Having her down-and-out, he commences stomping on her skull, grinding his foot against her head, which also grinds her head against the railing, which is something the fans don't like.

Nevertheless, Danny Boy picks Nikita up, smashes her bloody-face off the ring post, grabs her left arm and then whips her over the ring railing, sending her into the front row, levelling several fans that scramble to safety. Stepping over the railing, he joins her in the audience, picking her up, grabbing her by her hair and mouthing some bad words at her, which she takes offense towards.

Firing back after Danny's choice of words, Nikita strikes him with a harsh right fist, snapping his head backward. She even decides to charge forward, nearly taking out another row of fans, by striking Danny Boy with a flying forearm smash, which knocks him up against a rotund lady. Bouncing off her, he stumbles back, only to walk right into a climbing enziguiri from Nikita, allowing her to kick Danny Boy directly in the back of his skull.

Having been knocked down to a kneeling position, Danny Boy uses his hands to keep him afloat, giving a bloodgeoned Nikita the chance to pick up another chair and heave it at him; this time striking him in the skull.

It isn't enough for him to go down, though, thus she continues to pick up another chair and throw it.

Still nothing.

Again, she picks up another chair, flings it, another chair, throws it at Danny's head, and then picks up another chair, bashing it across Danny Boy's skull.

As a result, a streak of blood runs down Danny Boy's forehead, much like Nikita, forcing him onto his back, while Nikita stands next to the ring railing, taking advantage of the fact that the fans have spread everywhere, looking for safety. She springboards off the ring railing, hoping to hit a springboard moonsault, but as she flies through the air, Danny Boy picks up a nearby chair and heaves it at her head, striking her in mid-air.

This allows Danny Boy to roll out of the way of a falling Nikita, forcing her to land square on her face, colliding next to the chair that had been thrown at her.

Standing to his feet, Danny Boy Vegas looks at the crowd that has formed around them, flips them off and returns his focus towards Nikita, once more picking her up by the hair. After striking her with some closed-fists, he Irish-whips her into yet another row of seats, sending chairs spilling everywhere. Following in, with his fists clenched, he targets the cut on her forehead and proceeds to open it up even further via several punches to the skull. The referee moves in, trying to get him to break it up, but he responds by threatening to hit the referee and informing him that there's no rules.

As the match continues, Danny Boy hoists Nikita up, throws her up against the wall of the arena, smearing blood all over it. He lifts her up onto his shoulders via a fireman's carry and then swings her around, smashing her up against the solid wall, which does not budge against Nikita's tiny frame.

Smashing to the floor, Nikita is easy prey for Danny Boy Vegas, who covers her, looking for the three...

...1...2...

However, Nikita is able to kick out at the count of two, saving herself.

Appearing disjointed about the pinfall disruption, Danny Boy Vegas stands to his feet, threatens the referee, turns around to like Nikita up, only to receive a lowblow. Hunched over, he is then privy to a kick to the face from Nikita, who springs to her feet, steps back and charges at Danny Boy Vegas, throwing her body at him, tackling him through a nearby fire-exit, which briefly turns the fire alarm on.

As they roll down a small flight of padded stairs, they arrive in the backstage area, where they continue slugging away and punching at each other. Having received some knees to the gut from Danny Boy Vegas, Nikita stumbles back, allowing for Danny Boy to recollect himself.

Watching Nikita stumble away, he backs up and then charges forward, much like Nikita did a short while ago. Unlike Nikita, though, he doesn't throw his body at her; alternatively, he tries to club her down with a running clothesline, only to have it ducked. Therefore, he comes inches away from crashing into another door -- the same one that Johnny Downer entered from earlier.

Out loud, he gives a big "whoa" of relief, but has his back turned, which means he isn't aware of Nikita speeding at him and connecting with a running dropkick to his back. Like a firecracker, he plows forward, bursts through the door and goes rolling out onto the cement, sending some fans that couldn't get a ticket to tonight's show into a frenzy.

In this parking lot, Danny Boy rolls around, tries to regain his balance, even using someone's car to help himself up. As he stands, Nikita walks out through the door, runs at him, but receives a backdrop onto the car bonnet from Danny Boy Vegas, who sees her dash towards him, just in the nick of time. Wrapping his hands around her wrists, he pulls her off the car and drops her on the cement, kicks her and climbs atop the dented car bonnet.

Up here, he shouts at the mob of fans that have gathered around and then leaps off, hoping to hit "The Hotel Drop"! Unfortunately, the skin on his arm comes into direct contect with the pavement, as Nikita rolls out of the way, sending Danny Boy hard to the ground with a wicked thud.

Rolling back, Nikita is aware of the pain that Danny Boy faces and hopes he succumbs to a pinfall attempt. She covers him...

...1...2...

Before the three can be made, Danny Boy gets his shoulder up, despite the blood that now flows from his face and his arm. In the process of popping his shoulder up, Danny Boy flings his arm into the air, which Nikita notices and instantly grabs on to. Applying her move, The End, she hopes to make Danny Boy tap-out.

The referee moves in close, checking on Danny Boy, who refuses to quit, even going as far as to rise to his feet, with Nikita still clinging onto his arm. Holding her up into the air, he is finally able to get her to release her grip by powerbombing her onto the car bonnet, smacking the back of her skull off the car. He even tries to cover her on it...

...1...2...

But again, the three-count is avoided by Nikita kicking out, allowing her to slide off the car and land on the ground. Stepping down next to her, Danny Boy places a foot over her throat, choking her out, hoping to wear her down even more for her future Lust Title match, which surely Danny Boy is jealous that Nikita even has a shot at it.

Grabbing Nikita by the hair, he slaps her across the face and then presses her above his head, high into the air. He threatens to fling her head-first into the wall of the arena, but as he stumbles forward, Nikita is able to slip away from his clutches, land behind him and shove him face-first into the arena building. As he stumbles back, Nikita picks up a plank of wood and smacks it against Danny Boy's back, striking it against the back of his skull.

Tugging on his hair, she backs him towards the same car, gives him some swift chops and slaps across his chest, picks up the wooden plank and tosses it at his skull, knocking him back onto the hood. Giving him some stiff elbow shots, she decides to keep him there, as she turns her back, noticing the fire escape that is attached to the arena, which leads to the second deck.

Scurrying over to this black structure, she immediately begins climbing it, eventually reaching her destination, while Danny Boy remains laid out on the car's hood. Slingshotting herself over the second deck railing, she soars through the air, extending her leg out for a flying legdrop. However, at the last second, Danny Boy Vegas rolls off the car's bonnet, thus making Nikita smash tailbone first on the car's hood, causing a great smashing sound to occur, complete with a vicious moan from Nikita, who feels the pain tremor all the way up her spine.

On his knees, Danny Boy smears some of the blood away from his eyes, stands to his feet, grabs Nikita by her hair and drags her off the car hood, again. This time, he leads her out into the street that leads into the arena. Out here, he scoops her up, swings around and then body slams her onto the cold, hard cement, forcing her spine to jar even more.

Not giving her a chance to rest or recover, he stomps her, picks her up and then pulls her in with a standing headscissors. Pulling her up, he looks to attempt a piledriver, but Nikita flees from it by giving Danny Boy Vegas another lowblow -- this time she headbutts him in the groin.

Crumpled over, Danny Boy Vegas receives a leaping high knee from Nikita that snaps his head back, which she follows up by delivering a series of stiff elbows that connect to Danny Boy's jaw, finishing off with a discus forearm shot. She's about to hit a second, when the screeching of tires stops her in her tracks.

Turning around, she views the headlights aimed at her and Danny Boy Vegas, listening as the engine from the nearby car revs itself lightly. Suddenly, the person driving the car puts the pedal to the floor, giving the automobile a grand burst of speed, as it heads all-out towards Nikita and Danny Boy.

Seconds before the car strikes her, Nikita is able to leap to the right, avoiding a serious injury. Unfortunately, Danny Boy is still stunned from Nikita's attack, leaving him in proper position for the car to smack right into him, knocking him up over and the hood and then onto the ground. The car speeds ahead just a little bit and comes to a stop.

Using this lapse, Nikita rolls forward, crawls on top of Danny Boy Vegas, forcing the referee to count the three.

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

With the match won, Nikita doesn't stick around for long. Instead, she opts to find out who just tried to run her over.

Walking towards the car, things become clearer, as the "(\/)" on the back comes into view. Nearing the driver's side door, she uses her elbow to smash out the window, splintering glass everywhere. As she goes to reach inside, wanting to grab Tony and inflict damage onto him, she soon realizes that he is nowhere to be found inside.

Why?

Because he now stands behind Nikita, somehow able to sneak out of the car without her knowing. Her back is turned, as he begins to talk, jarring her...

Tony Millennia: So, you think you can ride around on your ugly little bike and destroy MY shit, do you?

Reaching into a sack hanging from his side, he removes... a katana, its steel blade and golden hand guard reflecting the lights from the pole lights shining down on the road. Gripping the black handle wrap, adorned in silver diamond-shaped palm ornaments, Millennia swiftly withdraws it from its bronze sheath, swinging it through the air as he screams at the top of his lungs.

Tony Millennia: DO YOU!??!

He steps toward Nikita, who whips around, her jaw dropping, as she takes a step back.

Tony Millennia: Well...here's a real katana for ya.

Without hesitation, he lunges at Nikita, swinging like a madman, but with keen precision. As Nikita raises a hand to protect herself, he cleanly slices through three of her fingers, the ring, middle, and index of her right hand. At first, it's like Nikita doesn't realize, as she continues backing away. However, as blood squirts out of the stumps that were her fingers, sprinkling crimson droplets across the ice and patches of snow below, she does -- and she howls like a wolf in heat.

Unfazed, Millennia simply smiles, picking up each of her fingers, one-by-one, and stuffing them into the pocket of his long trenchcoat.

Tony Millennia: Now fuck on that, you deformed cunt.

With that, Tony Millennia takes off toward his Katana. Hopping on, he brings the engine to life, soon roaring off from whence he came and leaving Nikita on her knees in the middle of the road, a pool of blood forming beneath her as the seconds fly by to the end of Eternity.

Winner: Nikita