Before the night's festivites get underway, the fans located in the area get to see a match, featuring the debut of two new SW talents. Out first is Belgarath, a large, arcane man that looks prompt and ready for action. Following him, of course, is Booger -- a large man... a large, fat man. In fact, Booger looks hungry and ready to eat...
Nevertheless, Belgarath kicks the shit out of Booger in this match, using Booger's obesity against him, wearing him down and tiring him out with ease. Even though Booger is much too large for Balgarath to hit his finisher, The Belgarath Bomb, he is able to get the victory using his secondary finisher -- a spear that catches Booger totally off-guard. Therefore, Belgarath gets the easy victory in his very first Sin Wrestling match.
Winner: Belgarath
Eternity goes on the air, but the screen is black. Instead of the shows usual music, the British National Anthem plays, complete with the British flag. Soon, it fades to Ace Rodgers, who is backstage with Charles Minister. Behind them is a Union Jack Flag background. Ace looks at the camera and licks his dry lips.
Ace Rodgers: Welcome to another show of Eternity! We're here with Charles Minister, who is officially making his SW debut tonight, against another SW rookie, might I add.
Ace turns to Charles.
Ace Rodgers: Welcome to Sin Wrestling, Charles. How are you feeling before your first match? Nervous? Pumped up?
Charles Minister: Are you going to answer the question for me? Do you want to do this interview by yourself? I’ll just leave shall I? No! I am not nervous. I have the English Empire running through my veins. As a nation, we owned a quarter of the planet. Do you think we achieved that by being nervous? Of course not! Balls of British Steel throughout the empire. And that Irish Republican Arsehole that calls himself SOS better come to the ring with a game plan; because, as a nation, we have a ton of experience dealing with the “crazy” Irish. Experience that flows through me. There is no way on God’s green earth that I will lose to a Irishman.
Ace Rodgers: How are you finding it at Sin Wrestling? Cosy? Welcoming?
Charles Minister: What did I say about answering my questions?
Charles snatches the microphone from Ace’s hand.
Charles Minister: Where can I find your wife, Ace? Do you know where she is right now? I heard she’s a bit of a goer – nudge, nudge, wink, wink, know what I mean? A nod’s as good as a wink to a blind bat. Do you think I could have her phone number?
Ace flushes with humiliation and anger.
Charles Minister: How do you feel in Sin Wrestling? Does Corey Page make you feel welcome? Did he introduce you to his goat? Did you play with his goat, Ace? Did you like it? Was it good? Yeah, I feel welcome. This place is a laugh.
Charles hands Ace the microphone and walks out of shot. A red faced Ace puts the mic to his mouth to speak when Charles comes back into shot and raises both fists in the air.
Ace Rodgers: We have that match coming right up. We also having that and much, much more. Stay tuned, everyone!
Fade out.
"Youth Gone Wild" by Skid Row blasts from the speakers; as green, white and orange smoke bellows from the crowd, representing the colors of Ireland. SOS emerges from the crowd, wearing a green and white pair of trunks, white boots and green and orange kneepads. With his fists taped-up with white tape, his bright red hair and goatee soaked with water, and his pale skin shining from the lights, as he emerges from the backstage area, walking quietly to the ring, looking focused. Sliding inside, he props himself against the top turnbuckle, readying himself for the match.
The English national anthem, "God Save The Queen", resounds through the arena. Charles Minister appears from behind the curtain and stops. He looks around the arena, his nose turned up disapprovingly at the rabble of peasants gathered before him. Charles slowly raises a hand in a self-important wave and a well-timed explosion of fireworks blast up from the stage on both sides of him and he begins his approach to the ring.
As soon as Charles Minister enters the ring, SOS starts the match immediately by locking up with his opponent. They struggle with each other briefly until Minister lifts a boot into SOS's gut until he takes a few steps away. Following through, Charles moves forward, locking his arms around SOS and tossing him back for a belly-to-belly suplex. Minister leaps up and begins stomping SOS into the mat.
Minister backs off and takes a breather, allowing SOS to recover and get to his feet. As soon as he does so, he charges towards Charles hoping for a clothesline, but Charles ducks while hooking his opponents arms for a full nelson bomb. Unfortunately for SOS, this gives Charles Minister the opportunity to deliver his finisher, Head of State, and then goes for the pin.
...1...2...3
Having the victory, Charles Minister gets to his feet, has his hand raised by the official and cockily walks to the back, proud of his first Sin Wrestling victory.
Winner: Charles Minister
Corey Page's office, occupied by the one and only Corey Page, which makes sense because it is, after all, his office (else, why would we give him an apostrophe-S?). He sits behind his desk, involved in drawing complex diagrams or doing his taxes or something else that involves a lot of pen-and-paper interaction. The scribbling and some mutterings from the SW owner are the only sounds in the office.
And then the pounding.
Corey blinks, glancing up at the door. It rattles under the force of the incessant knocking. It shakes. Corey sits up straighter, a puzzled expression on his face.
Corey Page: Who's a what?
THEN THE DOOR BREAKS OPEN IN A SHOWER OF SPLINTERS.
Corey Page: Good heavens.
Read: Whoever it was realized that the door was unlocked and just pushed it open.
Corey Page: Whoops.
And whoever it was is Danny Boy Vegas, storming into the office. His face is crimson with anger and his eyes are goring into Corey Page like a predator's.
Corey Page: Danny Boy! Sup?
Danny Boy Vegas: YOU GOATFUCKER! What the fuck is wrong with you!?
Corey Page: Huh? What are you talking about?
Danny Boy Vegas: This match! What the hell possessed you to book me tonight!?
Corey Page: You're on the roster, Danny. Why wouldn't I?
Danny Boy Vegas: I don't know, common fucking sense, maybe?
Corey Page: Yeah. Common sense says that you're on the roster, you get booked.
Danny Boy Vegas: Were you even watching last week? Did you not see Tony Millenia fucking run me over?
Corey Page: Look, that doesn't change anything. You didn't call a doctor so—
Danny Boy winces.
Danny Boy Vegas: There's no way I'm walking out there tonight, not with this knee. Flame can go fuck himself. I'm not doing it.
Corey Page: Danny, don't get smart with me. I own your contact, so I—
Danny Boy Vegas interjects.
Danny Boy Vegas: And don't you dear tear up that contract, because if you do, I will break your face guaran-damn-teed. Just because you beat some pansy-ass Chris Extreme doesn't mean I can't rip your neck off.
Danny turns on his heel, flipping Corey off as he storms back out, just as quickly as he had come in. By the look on his face, Corey can't decide if he should be bewildered or blindingly angry; he's apparently trying to be both at the same time. Sighing, he decides to go back to his papers.
Corey Page: Damn it, that son-of-a… spat all over my work! Geez, talk about say it, don't spray it...
Corey leans back in his chair, as the scene fades out.
Standing in the ring, Victor Jace awaits the arrival of Phayze, who comes out, much to the delight of the audience. He walks casually down to the ring, where he steps inside, ready for his match.
As soon as the bell sounds, Phayze begins his onslaught and attacks Victor Jace with numerous clotheslines, until Jace can no longer get back to his feet. Not giving up any advantage to the sap, he makes sure to pull him back to his feet and capitalize with a long stalling verticle suplex, which he turns into a pinfall attempt by floating over onto SOS.
...1...2...
However, Victor is able to kick out before the two count. Being too early to break his concentration, Phayze keeps going with his onslaught, striking his opponent with a series of punches.
After a short exchange, Jace is able to block a punch and then get the upper hand, striking Phayze with a throat-thrust. Whipping Phayze into the ropes, Victor goes for a dropkick, only to have Phayze clutch onto the top rope, thereby causing Victor to smash into the canvas. With Victor Jace slowing getting back to his feet, Phayze takes a minute to re-group, before setting Victor up into a piledriver position. Showing his strength, Phayze takes a few steps around the ring before falling back, crushing Jace's head into the canvas.
Having his opponent down and seemingly out, Phayze works his way towards Victor's feet and locks in a tight Sharpshooter submission. Unfortunatly, it doesn't take much for Victor to reach the ropes and break the hold...
With the ref pushing Phayze away from Victor Jace, it allows Jace some time to pull his way back to his feet, using the ring ropes, but it isn't long before Phayze comes charging in at him, wrecking him back down to the mat via a crushing spear. With Victor down on the mat, clenching his chest, Phayze realizes it was time to end the match and signalls to the crowd for his finisher. Without wasting another second he Victor back to his feet and sets him up for The Phayze Out.
Hoisting Victor Jace up into the air in powerbomb fashion, Phayze takes a few running steps forward and slams Victor straight into the turnbuckle pads, with the result of the blow so bad, it snaps Victor's head back. Dropping down, Phayze immediately hooks a leg and goes for a cover...
...1...2...3!
Phayze gets his first victory in SW, stands to his feet, listens to the applause from the fans and walks to the back. Unfortunately, Victor Jace doesn't have the same luck, as he ceases to move in the ring, prompting officials and random medics to charge down to the ringside area, bringing a stretcher with them. It isn't too long after that Victor Jace is positioned on the stretcher and is then wheeled to the back, amongst concerns over a possible broken neck.
Winner: Phayze
The camera's return to the backstage area, where Ace Rodgers can be seen with former Sin wrestler, now manager, Brody Reno, and his client, Konstantin Bryzgalov in the background, doing push-ups beside him.
Ace Rodgers: This week, your client, Konstantin Bryz... um... your client from Russia will be making his televised debut in a triple threat match. What can we expect from him tonight, Brody?
Brody Reno looks at Ace Rodgers with a confused look on his face, and then points at his client, who is still doing push-ups on the floor.
Brody Reno: What can you expect? Look at that! Tell me if you have never seen such dedication to physical perfection in Sin Wrestling! I've searched this entire world looking for the most gifted, toughest wrestler to bring to SW, and Konstantin Bryzgalov is that man!
At this moment, Konstantin Bryzgalov stops doing his push-ups, stands and grabs the microphone away from Ace Rodgers.
Konstantin Bryzgalov: I came from halfway across the world to show Sin Wrestling that I am the greatest fighter in the world. Unlike my opponenets, Johnny Downer, and Dan Black, I have given every bit of myself to become the skilled wrestler I am today. Tonight... I will hurt them, I will make them tap, because my name is Konstantin Bryzgalov and....I WILL BREAK YOU!
Konstantin hands the mic back to Ace Rodgers and storms off, as a smiling Brody Reno follows behind him.
Ace Rodgers: Wow... well, that just made me gay. I wish I had a body like that.
Ace looks off screen.
Ace Rodgers: Wait, what did I just say?
He glares into the camera.
Ace Rodgers: Ah, screw it. Go back to the ringside area.
Indeed, Ace, indeed.
Dan Black walks into the locker room and comes face-to-face with Johnny Downer, who is still sulking over his lack of whores.
Dan Black: Johnny, do you want to know why I am going to win our match tonight, and why there is no chance that you're even going to get your women back from me?
Before responding, Johnny responds.
Johnny Downer: Why; because you think you're so tough? Don't make me laugh! I could beat you blindfolded!
As Dan goes to respond, someone comes in fromt behind Johnny and lowblows him. He falls to the floor, holding his testicles, while the camera reveals one of the women that Dan walked away with a week ago.
Dan Black Actually, it's because your women are on my side! Now, if you'll excuse me, there is a whole room of women waiting for me to satisfy them before our match, and I better go get started.
Dan and the woman leave the locker-room and the scene fades with the camera focusing on Johnny, who is still in a lot of pain.
Konstantin Bryzgalov, along with former SW'er, Brody Reno, comes out to the ringside area first, listening to a mixed ovation of jeers and cheers. The large Russian stands in the corner, watching as Dan Black comes out, surrounded by his horde of women. They are soon joined by Johnny Downer, though, as he stumbles out, holding his testicles, angry at what just transpired in the backstage area.
In this triple threat match, all three men are surrounded by the women that stand on the floor, a precursor to the upcoming threeway at Santa's Revenge, in which Dan Black, Johnny Downer and Captain Isiah Morgan will wrestle in a "Lumberwench Match"; a match where not only does the winner walk away with all the sexy ladies, but the ladies also serve as lumberjacks for the matchup.
When the bell rings, it's officially Konstantin Bryzgalov that starts things out by focusing his attack on Johnny Downer, who is still reeling from his damage testicles. Using his strength and power to his advantage, Konstantin is able to level Downer with a series of stiff blows, including forearm shots, clotheslines and punches. He even manages to military press Johnny Downer into the air and then throw him at Dan Black, ala a Russian missile.
Dan Black, being a powerhouse of his own, manages to catch Johnny Downer in his arms and launch him back at Konstantin. In fact, both men take turns throwing Downer back-and-forth at each other, with Dan Black finally deciding to end things by release Blizzard-suplexing Johnny Downer across the ring.
Unfortunately for him, this gives Konstantin Bryzgalov the chance to attack him from behind, and soon enough, these two large men are trading stiff blows back and forth, until Dan Black catches him with a knee-to-the-gut. Hoisting Brygalov up onto his shoulders with a fireman's carry, Dan hopes to hit a Death Valley Driver, but Bryzgalov returns fire by striking him with a series of elbows to the temple.
Landing safely on his feet, Konstantin instantly locks on a bearhug, ala a Kodiak bear, wishing to break Dan Black's back, wearing him down for good. Clapping his hands together as hard as possible, Dan Black attempts to free himself, but to no avail, as Konstantin clutches the hold in even tighter. It isn't until Johnny Downer is able to get himself back into the match that Dan Black is able to free himself; and it's only because Konstantin sees him jumping off the top rope.
As Johnny flies through the air, he tries to hit a flying tomahawk chop, but Konstantin side-steps it and instead flings him overhead with an Exploder Suplex. Of course, this lapse in concentration is perfect for Dan Black, who is able to sneak up behind the Russian, sending him backwards with a backdrop driver, forcing him onto the top of his head.
Dan Black goes for a cover...
...1...2...
...But it's broken-up by Johnny Downer, who slaps him across the head, angering him. Getting up, Dan Black chases after Johnny Downer, who slides to the floor, runs around the ring and even tries to accost one of the ladies; which Dan will have no part of, as he grabs Johnny's head and smashes it up against the ring post.
As all of this occurs, Konstantin Bryzgalov is ableto rise to his feet in the ring and let out a vicious roar, signalling that he is ready for more action. Overhearing Konstantin's roars, Dan Black turns his attention away from Johnny Downer, slides inside and goes face-to-face with the large Russian, starting a huge slugfest between each other.
With Johnny Downer unconscious on the floor and Dan Black in the midst of a war with Konstantin Bryzgalov, neither man is aware of Captain Isiah Morgan, who the spotlight focuses on, as he traverses the upper-deck regions of the arena. Holding a rope in his hands, he finally comes to a stop parallel to the ring, steps out over the barricade and swings through the air, flying all the way to the ringside area, where he swoops in and snatches the ladies.
Now at the ringside area, Captain Morgan releases his rope, gathers the ladies and walks with them to the back, unbeknownst to Dan Black, who manages to duck beneath a running clothesline attempt from Konstantin Bryzgalov. When he turns around, he notices that the ladies are missing, soon looking towards the entrance area, where he witnesses Captain Morgan exit to the back with them.
Angered, Dan turns around, ducks beneath another clothesline attempt from Konstantin Bryzgalov, kicks him in the gut and drops him down with the Hospitalizer. He quickly climbs atop Konstantin for the pinfall...
...1...2...3!
After the count is made, Dan Black rolls out of the ring and rushes to the back, hoping to catch up with Captain Isiah Morgan and the girls, while Johnny Downer remains laid out on the floor. Brody Reno, meanwhile, rolls into the ring and helps a dizzy Konstantin up, only to be shoved away by the angry Russian.
Winner: Dan Black
(In an interview done over a week ago...)
A camera zooms in on the iconic, hated face of Chris Extreme. His bald head shines under the light bulb in his apartment ceiling and his goatee is dried up with blood. Since Illusions, he has yet to shower. The camera zooms out to reveal his body which is bruised, scarred, stitched, and bandaged. He lounges, half-naked, in his white swastika boxers on a lazy chair. Sitting directly in front of him on a fold-out chair with a camera man off to his side is Ace Rodgers. They are prepared for their sit-down interview, which is not supported or paid for by Sin Wrestling. Ace is freelancing behind Mr. Corey Page's back, just for the extra cash.
Ace Rodgers: Hello Chris, how are you doing?
Chris Extreme: Shut the fuck up.
Ace Rodgers: Okay, well... how am I supposed to conduct an interview with you if I shut up?
Chris Extreme: That was a ridiculous greeting, Ace. Just get to asking some real questions, you stupid little shitbox.
Ace Rodgers: You are so polite. Okay then... um... how do you feel after your loss to Corey Page at Illusions?
Chris Extreme: How do I feel? How do I feel ?
Ace Rodgers: ...Uh... yes, I do believe that is what I asked.
Chris Extreme: How do you think I feel?!
Ace Rodgers: I don't know... that is why I was asking...
Chris Extreme: I will tell you how I feel!
Ace Rodgers: That's what I wanted to know! Good grief.
Chris Extreme: I feel... I feel...
Ace Rodgers: ...You feel what...?
Chris Extreme: I feel exactly how I knew I would feel when this match was over. Simply because I expected to lose. Not because Corey is the better man, but because of an intervention I would like to call... politics.
Ace Rodgers: ...You are kidding me, right?
Chris Extreme: This is a conspiracy, Ace, and I was cheated and robbed. Tony Millennia was in on it, so I bet that means his bitch of a girlfriend -- Nikita -- was in on it, too. As well as former wrestler, Zimdela Brudon, and the entire federation! Going into this match, I had no chance of winning. Face it; due to legal reasons, ownership of SW was going back to Corey Page no matter what. Nobody wanted to see me destroy SW.
Ace Rodgers: Whatever. The court decided for SW to put the law in their own hands and settle it in an Auschwitz Prison Match, remember? And how the hell was anyone involved in a conspiracy to screw you over? Corey Page won fair and square!
Chris Extreme: Fair and square?! What about those fucking goths who attacked me at the beginning of the match?! How about Tony Millennia teabagging me?! How about the planted car driven by Zimdela Brudon to take me out?! Why was Zimdela even at the show?!
Ace Rodgers: I'm not sure, but on that note, time for my next question. How does it feel to be teabagged by Tony Millennia?
Chris Extreme: Squishy... sweaty... nauseating... down-right repugnant.
Ace Rodgers: I see. Will you be going about your revenge like you promised at the end of the show?
Chris Extreme: If I wanted, I could easily run rampant through the roster and murder everyone. Let's be realistic; nobody would be able to stop me. If I can defeat death two or three times; who's to stop me?
Ace Rodgers: Well... there is...
Chris Extreme: No one!
Ace Rodgers: It doesn't matter, anyhow. Corey Page has perma-banned you from within 100 feet of a Sin Wrestling event. You will never be allowed back through the doors.
Chris Extreme: Is that so? Flame nearly destroyed Corey's company once and now he's World Champion! I will get around this little loophole.
Ace Rodgers: So you are coming back? How will you go about getting a return ticket?
Chris Extreme: Through an open challenge, Ace. Precisely why you are here, and why this interview was arranged.
Ace Rodgers: An open challenge to who? Corey Page? He's going to reject you; he is done with you and has nothing to prove. Tony Millennia?
Chris Extreme: I have no desire for revenge against Teabag Millennium. If you remember, I defeated him in Morgana's Bedroom. Remember that match, Ace? We are even.
Ace Rodgers: Then who? Dan Black?
Chris Extreme: Not in my league. I'm also through with destroying black people.
Ace Rodgers: Flame?
Chris Extreme: No more goths or flamers.
Ace Rodgers: Nikita?
Chris Extreme: I repeat... no more goths.
Ace Rodgers: Then who? I give up.
Chris Extreme: No one, specifically. All I know is that when I lost to Corey Page, I lost some of my spice and spunk. My ego was bruised a little bit and I lost a few dollars in the value of my name. Most importantly, I lost heat.
Ace Rodgers: So what now? You want to restore your reputation by beating someone new up?
Chris Extreme: New, old... it does not matter. What matters is that it be a wrestler, on or off the SW roster that has never faced me before in singles competition. Not just any Joe Schmo, though, for that will do me no justice. I need someone who is of my caliber; top notch competition and main event material. I want to go toe-to-toe with another ring legend.
Ace Rodgers: Do you think anyone will be man enough to accept your challenge?
Chris Extreme: Man enough?
Chris winks into the camera.
Ace Rodgers: So how long are you going to keep this open challenge out there for?
Chris Extreme: Until my challenge is accepted. Whether it be at the next supershow... a supershow six months down the calendar... or never, I will keep my challenge open at all times.
Ace Rodgers: I see. Good luck.
Taunting Ace and the camera man, Chris whips out his erected cock. He points to it. Ace and the camera man shudder.
Chris Extreme: You know what that is, boys? That's my cock. And it needs some action, because it hasn't had action in a long time. A Cock Factor is due; an epic one.
Chris jerks off onto the camera. Jizz smears the screen. Fade out.
The crowd gives a mixed reaction when Kyphael comes out, still as intense as ever, waiting for his opponent, Arran Hayden, to come out, as well. Once he does, Kyphael tests out the ropes, wanting to test out Kyphael.
The bell rings and the match starts with both men dead-center of the ring, immediatly tying up with eachother, with neither man having the upper-hand at first. However, Kyphael is able to lock in a tight side-headlock on Arran, which he soon escapes from, sliding out and then pushing Kyphael into the ropes. Kyphael returns with enough force that Arran attempts a backdrop, only to have Kyphael use his ring smarts to stop himself short. As a result, he is able to deliver a hard kick to the face of Arran. Arran stumbles around for a moment, nursing his face, before turning around and walking smack-dab into the forearm of Kyphael.
After a quick exchange of attempts and reversals, Hayden somehow pulls out a hip-toss, putting Kyphael down on the mat for the first time in the match, which he soon tries to take advantage of. Arran locks in a tight sleeperhold, trying to wear Kyphael down, but after a few moments, Hayden releases the hold and gets back to his feet, eyeing the situation to try and figure out where to take things next.
This lapse enables Kyphael the chance to regain his stamina and get back to his feet. As Hayden moves in for his next flurry of moves, Kyphael quickly counters with a strong European-uppercut, followed by a snapmare takedown. With Arran in a daze and in the sitting position, Kyphael uses the ropes to his advantage and lands a hard kick right to the small of Hayden's back.
As Arran is sprawled out, holding his back in pain, Kyphael drops down with a hard fist right to his face distributing the punishment on multiple parts of Hayden's body. Not wasting any time, Kyphael brings Hayden to his feet and locks him up in a side bearhug, wrenching back as hard as he can, trying to make Arran tap-out.
However, Arran has too much fight left in him, as he sends several punches to Kyphael's head, trying to free himself from his clutches. Unfortunately for Arran, though, Kyphael turns the bearhug into a huge belly-to-belly suplex, which sends Arran almost halfway across the ring. Scrambling back to his feet, Kyphael jogs over and flips Arran onto his stomach and applies a tight ankle lock for another submission attempt.
Having no luck, Kyphael falls victim to a mulekick from Arran, which sends him stumbling back into the corner. Struggling back to his feet, Arran Hayden throws some elbows and knees to make sure Kyphael is worn down before propping him up onto the top turnbuckle.
Landing another forearm shot to Kyphael's head, Hayden locks him into the Fisherman position and then falls backwards into a devastating super fisherman buster. Knowing very well he could have the win, Hayden covers the downed Kyphael.
...1...2...
Kyphael is barely able to kick out, but nevertheless, Arran looks quite annoyed and gets back to his feet, where he complains to the ref. Unfortunately for him, this gives Kyphael proper time to get back to his feet and catch his breath once again.
When Arran turns around, he notices Kyphael back on his feet, so he charges at him, only to be met by a hard spinebuster that knocks the wind out of both men. Neither man moving, the ref begins his 10 count.
At about the seven count, Kyphael is able to find his way back to his feet, allowing him to roll back inside and break the count. Hayden in't too far behind him and after a moment of each man pacing around the ring, Arran is the first to attack; sending a series of punches and forearms to Kyphael.
Seemingly, the flurry looks weak and worn down and doesnt have much effect behind them, as Kyphael manages to take them, hardly being fazed, his intensity shining through. As Arran rears back to try for one last punch, Kypheal is able to counter and use his strength to pull Arran into him and up onto his shoulders in fireman's carry position. After pacing around the ring with Arran on his shoulders, Kyphael landed his Death Valley Driver known as the Starlight Extinction. He rolls over onto Arran...
...1...2...3!
Officially declared the winner, Kyphael stands to his feet, knowing that he is moving on to the finals of the Television Title Tournament. Who will he face? Will it be Trenton Pierce or Jimmy Luciano? That is all there is left to know.
Winner: Kyphael
Again, we're backstage, located in Corey Page's office, which strangely enough, has been decorated for Christmas. On his desk stands a tiny green tree that illuminates the entire room with the lights and bulbs on it. He leans back in his chair, removing a box that is underneath the tree. This black box is swiftly unwrapped by Corey, who dives inside, wondering what he has opened.
Corey Page: Hmm... what do we have here...
Paper flies everywhere, as Corey dives inside, removing...
Corey Page: A sandwich! Awesome! It's what I've always wanted!
Corey removes the sandwich from inside of the box, and avoids the fact that it's probably over-a-week old. But that doesn't matter to Corey, as he bites into it, enjoying the taste.
Corey Page: Mmmm... sweet, sweet mold.
All of a sudden, there's a knock at the door, which forces Corey to drop his sandwich on his desk and sit up, brushing some crumbs off his chest.
Betsy: Merrr.
The door slowly opens and there stands Betsy the Goat, the SW secretary.
Corey Page: Thanks, Betsy, now bring him in.
As Corey speaks, Betsy steps aside, allowing Phayze to walk into view. He proceeds to walk into Corey's office, where he stands in front of Corey's desk, which now has a sandwich, two gift boxes and a Christmas Tree laying on it. With his hands at his side, Phayze waits for Corey to explain why his presence is needed in his office.
Corey Page: Phayze, I'm glad you came.
Phayze: Yeah, what do you want?
Corey Page: Well, I just wanted to inform you that there's a few changes in your match for Santa's Revenge.
Phayze: And?
Corey Page: Well...
Corey looks at the boxes that will be used for the first-ever Christmas Gift Match.
Corey Page: These two boxes will still be in play. Your opponents, however, will be different.
Phayze: I see... why's that?
Corey Page: Well... you kind of broke Victor Jace's neck.
Phayze smirks.
Corey Page: Which, of course, means he is out of the match. But that's okay! Because I've found someone to replace him! I've also found someone to replace him. Two people, actually.
Phayze: Who?
Corey Page: One of them is someone you just saw in the ring... Arran Hayden. He lost his qualification match, so he'll have to fit into your match. The second person will also be the loser of their Television Title semi-finals match. Either Jimmy Luciano or Trenton Pierce. We'll see, eventually.
Phayze: All right; is that all you had to tell me?
Corey scratches his head.
Corey Page: Hmm... uhm... sure...
Phayze goes to walk out.
Corey Page: Oh, wait, there's one more surprise opponent! You'll see! Just stay tuned for the upcoming match!
Phayze: Right.
Finished talking, Phayze finally walks out, shutting Corey's door on his way.
Corey Page: With that out of the way, I can now go back to eating my "sammich".
Taking a big bite, he starts chewing on the sandwich, until his face turns green and shrivels. With a shriek, he spits a piece of the sandwich out, sending something flying out onto the floor.
Corey Page: What the Jesus?
Upon closer inspection, a finger flies onto the floor, disgusting Corey.
Corey Page: Son of a bitch! People have got to stop losing body parts around here! It's just getting ridiculous and disturbing! This is even worse than having to listen to Shane Donovan whine and complain about SW.
Nevertheless, he takes another bite out of his sandwich.
Corey Page: Damn, this is a good sandwich.
...And we fade out.
The camera returns to the ringside area, where Gabriel Reno has just entered, as he is standing on the second rope, doing a pose for the audience. Summer Ashton has already entered, and when Gabe hops down, the bell is immediately rang.
The two, who are scheduled to hook up in the Christmas Gift Match at Santa's Revenge, instantly lock-up, with Gabriel Reno getting a side-headlock onto her. She manages to batter his ribcage with forearm shots, backing him against the ropes, and then shoves him off. Sadly, though, he still has his arm wrapped around her head, not letting her go, at all.
...Well, that is until a third figure joins them in the ring.
As Gabriel Reno sees this person enter, he immediately releases the hold on Summer's head and runs towards him, only to get a drop-toe-hold, forcing him onto his face.
Getting up, the man turns to the camera and reveals himself to be...
A returning Trent Turner!
Trent Turner soon focuses on Summer Ashton, striking her with a running European uppercut, which snaps her head back, giving her a proper jolt. Soon enough, he grabs both Summer and Gabriel, brings them near each other and then double-headbutts them. He then tosses Summer out of the ring, while lifting Gabriel Reno up onto his shoulders. Turning around, with Gabriel on his shoulders, Trent receives a decent ovation from the fans and then Death Valley Drivers Reno.
Getting up to his feet, Trent stomps on Gabriel Reno, rolling him out of the ring and then requests the microphone, which he promptly receives. Standing in the middle of the ring, he acts as if he has got to get something off his chest.
Trent Turner: These two won't be competing in the Christmas Gift Match...!
The fans are shocked.
Trent Turner: You know why?
Why?
Trent Turner: Because I'm taking their place!
With a final stomp to Gabriel, Trent drops the microphone, much to the joy of the fans, who roar their approval of Trent Turner's return.
Winner: n/a
In Corey Page's office backstage, the owner is joined by a man in a cowboy-getup, complete with bolo-tie and all. He's flanked by two men of Hispanic origin.
The taller of the two, which isn't saying much, seeing as how both are vertically challenged, sports a black blazer. He lacks a matching pair of trousers, opting with the counterfeit Levis five-sizes too big, instead. Underneath his blazer he wears a wifebeater and the black Nike Cortez tennis shoes complete his ensemble. With a black beanie in his grasp, he folds both his hands before him as he remains quiet.
The shorter of the two sports a blue Dodgers cap that is flipped backwards. The pair of super dark shades on his face definitely put him out of place, considering it's neither bright or sunny inside this cozy office. Further ridiculing his appearance, he wears a heavy plaid flannel shirt accompanied by a pair of blue denim shorts. His footwear matches his partners.
Corey Page: Why, it shall be a pleasure working with you Mr. Travis!
Corey speaks sarcastically.
Travis: Call me Buck. All my friends call me Buck and I'd like for this to be a friendly relationship.
Corey Page: Why, that's the gayest thing I have ever heard in my entire life. Anywho...
Page smiles and pulls out two forms from his top drawer.
Corey Page: I'll just need you to fill these out here. These are just a formality, thus making you exclusive to our organization and... this here is really important... I'll need you to initial these waivers.
He addresses the two latinos in his loudest voice, enunciating every syllable, as if they'll better be able to translate his english in this manner.
Corey Page: INITIALES. COMPRENDE? NO INSURANCE. YO NO. Now you'll excuse me, I have a matter to attend to; but I will leave you to fill these out.
Corey Page steps from behind his desk and makes his exit.
Travis: You heard the man, muchachos. Fill these out and we'll have you rasslin' quicker than you can say, "I had no idea we was related."
The forms sit before the aforementioned cowboy. The two latinos behind him shrug at each other and pick up a form apiece.
Latino #1: What's this, esse?
Travis: That there's a job application, Johnnyboy.
Johnnyboy stares at him blankly as if our cowboy is speaking a foreign language.
Travis: Boy, ain't you ever applied for a job before? Well, I reckon you don't, filling out a job application mustn't be a requirement when you work in the field and all; no offense. Here, gimme this thing. Lemme help the both of yous fill this out. Of course that'll be a fee. Lets see here. Name...
End scene.
Getting a decent amount of applause, Trenton Pierce walks out from the backstage area, slowly making his way towards the ring, where he slaps several hands on his way down. Comparatively, Jimmy Luciano is out next and on his way down, he gets nothing but jeers from the crowd, whom he flips off, before entering the ring.
With them both in the ring, Trenton Pierce extends his hand for a handshake and Jimmy Luciano graciously takes it, only to pull him in for a sucker punch. With that, the bell rings. Pierce stumbles back as Luciano continues with several more fists to the head. After this, Luciano whips Pierce at the ropes, having him come bouncing back right into a clothesline. Jimmy pulls Trenton to his feet and flings him back down with a german suplex. Jimmy follows up by dropping his knee onto Trenton's throat. He goes for an early pin but only gets a two count.
Jimmy Luciano is quick to his feet and allows Trenton to recover. Slowly making his way up, Trenton stumbles right into a powerbomb attempt but is able to turn it into a facebuster of his own. Pierce jumps up to his feet, readying himself for Jimmy's recovery. Once Jimmy gets to his feet, Pierce charges forward for a spear, but Luciano dodges it, allowing his opponent to ram his shoulder into a corner post. When come comes stumbling out of the corner, holding his shoulder, Jimmy catches him in a headlock for a DDT, but Pierce fights his way out with a barrage of punches. Piece then stands up and clotheslines Jimmy hard onto the back of his neck.
Jimmy is quick to recover, but walks into a superkick from his opponent, sending him back to the mat. Pierce plucks him up into a jackhammer. Continuing the assault, Pierce picks Jimmy up once more for a snap powerbomb. Proud, Pierce circles the fallen Jimmy Luciano, waiting for him to get to his feet again. Luciano, still dazed, tries to gather his surroundings, but is spun around by Trenton Pierce, who stands back to back with him, locking arms, and pulls him over his back, perfectly executing his finisher, UnderOath. With that, Pierce drops to the mat for the pin.
...1...2...3!
Getting the upset victory, Trenton Pierce has his hand raised, knowing that he takes on Kyphael in the finals of the Television Title Tournament. He walks to the back, leaving Jimmy Luciano on his knees, wondering what just happened. In any event, Jimmy Luciano will not be involved in the upcoming Christmas Gift on a Pole Match at Santa's Revenge.
Winner: Trenton Pierce
The camera switches to the backstage area, where Xander Gates is shown walking towards the entrance section. In his hands are the X-Rays of Destiny Daniels' left leg, which he has taken claim to destroying. A smile is on his face, as he stares into the camera.
Xander Gates: So, here I am, walking to the ring, with my partner nowhere to be found. Now, normally, I'd be pretty pissed-off; but tonight, things are much different. You see, I still have these...
He holds up the X-Ray images.
Xander Gates: And these show the truth about our upcoming War Games brawl, Flame. The truth is... your team will be outnumbered.
His smirk continues, as he walks.
Xander Gates: There's no chance in hell that she'll be inside of that cage come December 24th. No one's that vain and stupid. Besides, even if she did show up, I'd just break her leg again... hell, I may even break both of them.
He winks.
Xander Gates: But none of that is going to happen, anyhow. Christmas Eve is the re-birth of Xander Gates.
He goes to walk off camera, but stops.
Xander Gates: And you can quote that from the gospel of Xander Gates.
With a shove, he pushes the camera and the cameraman away and heads to the entrance area.
Victor Jace is shown backstage, lying on a stretcher, still severely injured from his match with Phayze. He is laying alone, crying out in pain and agony, wanting someone to comfort him, when Booger walks into the scene.
Booger: Soooooo hungry.
Booger sniffs the air, getting the smell of fresh meat.
Booger: I smell fresh meat!
Overhearing Booger, Victor Jace speaks out loud.
Victor Jace: Who's there? Who are you? Are you going to help me into the ambulance? Are you...
Before Victor Jace can finish, though, Booger steps up to him, wearing a bib, and pours some barbecue sauce on him.
Victor Jace: Hey, wait, what's that? I can't feel my legs.
Booger: Yummy.
Starting at Victor Jace's feet, Booger slowly begins digesting the fallen lad, who is unable to feel anything below his neckline.
Victor Jace: What's going on?!
Booger now has Victor's legs ingested.
Victor Jace: What the...? Hey! Stop eating me!
Booger is now up to Victor Jace's waistline... now Victor's chest-deep into Booger's mouth.
Victor Jace: Oh God no... oh God... this is terrible... no...this can't hap-- mmmmphphppppphhhh...
Now fully digested into Booger, Victor Jace can no longer move or talk. Like a snake eating its prey, Victor Jace is shown entering Booger's belly, still with slight muffles coming from him, crying out for help.
Booger: That was good eatin'.
Booger lets out a loud burp and fart.
Booger: Uggghhh... I'm still sooooo hungry...
From somewhere inside Booger's belly, Victor Jace complains about being eaten, mocking the fact that Booger is still hungry, even after eating him. With that, Booger lets out another large fart and the scene fades out.
A ball of fire erupts and Flame comes out with the World Title wrapped around his waist, throwing fireballs at the crowd and shooting fire out of his eyes. He rolls inside, waiting for his Team Flame co-partner, Danny Boy Vegas, to come down. Eventually, Danny Boy hobbles out, holding his injured leg, looking pissed that he is being forced into this match.
Seconds later, Xander Gates comes down, holding the X-Ray copies, walks to the ring and looks towards the entrance, awaiting for his partner, Tony Millennia to come out. Tony, who was nowhere to be found earlier in the night, actually makes his entrance, but he looks dazed and half-asleep, as if he has fallen off the wagon.
Deciding to start things off, most likely for the safety of his team, Xander goes face-to-face with Flame, who is on fire with rage. Nevertheless, Flame is shoved aside by Danny Boy Vegas, who decides to start things.
The bell rings.
"Ow, fuck, I can't wrestle! You get in there, Flame, you dirtfuck asshole!"
Danny Boy points to his leg, confusing the hell out of Flame, who glares an eye of fire at Danny Boy, who is booed by the audience. Danny Boy Vegas steps to the floor, holding his leg, informing everyone of his injury. Xander Gates, meanwhile, capitalizes on this. As Flame's back is turned, he sneaks up on Flame, clubs him in the back of the skull, thus starting the match.
Still with the World Title strapped around his waist, Flame is backed up against the ropes, where Xander unloads an unmerciful amount of punches, chops and kicks on him, even doing his best to stall the match in his favor, going as far as to keep Flame grounded with a Russian legsweep into a side-armbar.
Despite Xander hanging from Flame's arm, the World Champ makes his way to his feet and fights back, setting Xander on fire with punches. He even manages to powerbomb Xander, thus releasing himself from the armbar submission. Striking Xander with a running boot to the face, as Xander is sitting on his rear-end, Flame is keen on keeping the advantage in his favor.
Sending Xander down with a big shoulderblock, Flame wants to maintain things for himself, only to have Xander slip out of a powerbomb attempt. He goes to tag in Tony at his end, but stops once he realizes that Tony is in no shape to compete. Instead, he opts to turn around and bring Flame down with a running STO.
The entire match progresses this way, too; with Tony and Danny Boy being the men-out for their match. After Xander misses a moonsault attempt, Flame quickly rises and tries for the Flame Bomb, but sees his finishing move fizzle out, as Xander again slips out of his clutches, stands behind Flame and then drives him to the mat with "X Hits the Spot"!
Rolling over, Xander makes the cover...
...1...2...3!
Getting the victory over the World Champion, Xander Gates has his hand raised; as does Tony Millennia, who gets the miraculous victory in this match, despite doing nothing. Shaking his head, Xander walks to the back, celebrating his win, while Society member, Danny Boy Vegas has harsh words for the World Champ, whose days as champ may be numbered.
Winner: Xander Gates/Tony Millennia
A hooded man sits up against the locker room door of Trenton Pierce. He has his leg stretched out and one arm lying across his knee, while he taps his foot nervously. He pushes himself into an erect position and proceeds to scan the area. No sign of him yet. He can wait, though. The million dollar reward was definitely going to be his. Nothing would stand in his way; except for Trenton Pierce, of course, who comes around a hallway corner at full speed. Someone was chasing him and they were right on his tail.
The Man: Holy shit!
The man readied himself, but Trenton was aware and ripped through him with a monstrous spear. The man'; body breaks in half and Trenton recovers, continuing on around the next corner. The people chasing him do so, as well. Some even manage to get a hand on him, but they meet defeat, as Trenton manages to throw them through some doors.
Only two hooded-people manage to keep up. Reaching the exit, Trenton realizes that the exit has been chained shut. The two men behind him smirk and Trenton turns to face them head on.
Men: Sorry, this is just business.
Trenton Pierce pushes a cigarette between his lips and lights the tip. He takes a long drag, dropps it to the floor, and puts it out. He cracks his knuckles and smirks, signalling for them to "bring it on".
Men: Pierce, it doesn't have to be this way. You could just surrender and come with us.
Trenton Pierce: And you were thinking it'd be easy.
Neither man responds, instead one of them takes their hands from behind their back to reveal a 12-guage shotgun. He waves it back and forth at Trenton, reloads it and pumps back the handle. An empty cartilage flies from the chamber and hits the floor with a clink, followed by a hollow sound.
Men: Fine, have it your way, Mr. Pierce.
The unarmed man rushes Trenton.
CRASH!
Talk about anticipation. The man finds himself on his back inside of the parking garage. Trenton stands over his body, smirking.
Trenton Pierce: Now for your friend.
Before Trenton can turn around, the other man is already at his head with the 12-guage. Trenton slowly puts his hands up into the air and makes no sudden movements.
Man: Who knew becoming a millionaire would be all too easy.
The other man slowly stood up and pulled the hood from over his head. It was Arran Hayden. The other man did the same. It was Brett Cordova.
Arran Hayden: Is this textbook enough for you?
Trenton chuckles at Arran's words, and in doing so, Brett clocked him with end of the shotgun. As Trenton falls to one knee, Cordova quickly presses the weapon up against his temple.
Brett Cordova: Co...
Arran Hayden: You always were witty.
Brett Cordova: Fuck this, Arran! Let me kill him! Let me fucking kill him. He deserves it for ruining both of our careers!
Arran Hayden: Calm down.
Brett Cordova:No fuck you and our deal! Pierce will die tonight; whether you want him to or not...
Cordova went to squeeze the trigger and… BLAST!
Arran Hayden manages to force the gun away from Pierce's direction and to the ceiling. Concrete from the parking garage ceiling came falling down. Trenton uses this to his advantage, as he knocks the shotgun away from Cordova and Hayden both. He spears Cordova into a nearby wall and Arran tries to run, but Pierce grabs onto the back of his hood. Shaking his head, he lets Arran run in place for a few seconds before he realizing he is caught.
Trenton Pierce: Such a shame.
Arran Hayden: Pierce what in the hell are you doing! I saved your fucking life.
Trenton Pierce: This isn't for me, Hayden. It's for my daughter.
Trenton looks around at all the different cars and spots a black Carerra GT out of the corner of his eye. He scoop slams Arran onto the hood and it dents in.
Arran Hayden: This is a nice car, I have one? NO! FUCK NO! TRENTON YOU SON OF A BITCH!
Trenton climbed onto the hood of the car and smirks. He picks Arran up and turns him in the opposite direction. He locks his arm with Hayden, who unsuccessfully struggles to break the hold. Trenton lifts him over his back and delivered an UnderOath on Arran through the windshield of his Porsche.
Sliding off the car, Trenton walks away, proud of the damage done.
Disheveled. Angry. Annoyed.
These are all words to describe Vincent Kane upon his entrance to the ring, holding the Lust Title over his right shoulder, knowing that he cannot have anyone interfere on his behalf, or else he'd lose the Lust Title to Nikita.
Speaking of our amputated friend, Nikita walks out when Vincent enters the ringside area. As she passes through the black curtain, she glares at the ring, shows off the bandage that is wrapped around her hand, which holds the fingers that have since been sewed back on.
Having the fans cheer her on, Nikita makes her way to the ringside area, slides into the ring and is instantly attacked by Vincent Kane, who wants to waste no time in getting things started tonight. Nikita can barely even get to a kneeling position, before Vincent Kane charges at her, smashing his knee into the side of her face.
After sending Nikita flying across the ring, with a release belly-to-belly suplex, Vincent Kane goes right after Nikita's injured hand.fingers, stomping on them and even slamming her hand off the canvas. Like a vicious dog, Vincent Kane stomps Nikita up against the ropes, where he commences taking advantage of the no-DQ clause, as he drives his knee into Nikita's throat, hoping to choke her out.
Of course, he still keeps attacking Nikita's injured hand, as he slides out of the ring, grabs her hand, holds it up and then slams it into the edge of the ring apron. Furthermore, he climbs up onto the side of the apron, stomps on her hand and then leaps off, delivering an elbow, squishing her hand between his arm and the mat.
Deciding to walk towards the announcers, Vincent Kane grabs the microphone, which has a wire hanging from it, and wraps it around Nikita's hand, hoping to tug her sewed fingers right off. Fortunately, though, she does not go without a fight; as she also takes advantage of the lack of rules in this match, taking the opportunity to claw Vincent in the eyes and then bite his nose, angering him greatly.
This angst slightly knocks Vincent off his game, as he storms around the ring, tossing chairs around, having his mind off Nikita, who holds her hand into her body, trying to relieve the pain. Deciding to climb to the top rope, she takes a risk by diving off the top turnbuckle pad with a corkscrew moonsault, landing hard on Vincent, who had just turned around.
With her bandage a tad blood-drenched, Nikita rises to her feet, kicks Vincent in the back of his head, knocking his skull against the ring railing and reaches over the railing, requesting a chair from a fan. First, she tells the fan to hold up the chair, which he obliges, allowing Nikita to hoist Vincent up and smash his face off it. She then receives the chair from the fan, holds it above her head and bashes it around his skull, knocking him back-first onto the floor. She obviously doesn't stop there, as she continues smashing Vincent with the chair, using it to smash against his body, until the entire thing is completely dented.
Drained from whacking Vincent, Nikita slides the chair into the ring, kicks at Vincent's bleeding forehead, helps him up to his feet and rolls him inside. Before she re-enters, she nurses her injured hand and uses the ring steps to climb up onto the ring apron. Unfortunately, this gives Vincent the slight chance to recover, allowing him to crawl over towards the ropes, where Nikita is entering.
Before she can get inside, Vincent catches her with an uppercut, dazing her, knocking her back out onto the apron. Luckily, she is able to hang onto the bottom rope, allowing her to keep her balance, while Vincent Kane smudges away some of the blood, turns towards Nikita, grabs her injured hand and then guillotines it across the top rope.
Right away, she jerks her hand back, feeling the shock of having it guillotined across the top rope. She's unable to lurch away from a charging forearm shot, though, as Vincent Kane leaps up, catching her in the jaw, knocking her off the apron, sending her flying onto the ring announcer's table.
Taking a deep breath, Vincent drops down, grabs onto the chair and rolls out onto the floor, where he fully shoves Nikita onto the announcer's tables. Clinging onto her hand, he rises it up into the air and brings it down onto the table, smashing it hard onto the edge, resulting in Nikita screaming out loud, in a furious amount of pain.
Still with the chair in hand, Vincent Kane holds out Nikita's hand, slapping her to make her remain still. He lifts the chair above his head and slams it down onto Nikita's hand, sending a squirt of blood from underneath her bandage onto the table, much to the displeasure and disgust of everyone in the arena.
Tossing the chair aside, Vincent hops up onto the table, standing above Nikita, grabs her hair and mouths some dastardly words to her, which do nothing but upset her. As a result, Nikita contorts her body around and kicks Vincent between the legs, hunching him over, holding his testicles.
Soon after, both competitors fight on the table, despite Nikita's bleeding hand, forcing her to use her free, uninjured and unscathed hand, which she smacks upside Vincent's head, dizzying him. While on the table, she leaps into the air, hoping to hurricanrana him off it, but sees a reversal of fortune, as Vincent is able to swing her around and then powerbomb her off the announcer's table and onto the floor, having her back smash off the concrete.
Eventually, both competitors lie in a massive heap, trying to be the first one to retain their wits and energy, with Vincent Kane being the first to do so. Taking the chair he had cast aside, he hoists it up and smashes it against Nikita's hand, as he holds it against the ring post, sending a sickening and resounding thud all around the arena.
Collapsing to her knees, Nikita holds her hand close to her chest, trying to get them to safety, but to no avail. Each time she tries to avoid Vincent's incoming attacks, he latches onto her arm, pulls her hand out and smashes it some more. Ten dreaded chairshots come after each other, hitting Nikita directly in the hand.
Blood gushes out of her hand, turning the bandage from white-to-red, which just seethes Vincent Kane's lust for damage. Stepping in, grabbing onto her hand, he starts unwrapped the bandage, soon showing the entire world Nikita's mangled hand, which had been torn into chaos by Tony Millennia. Ravaging her hand with some fists and bites, he begins smashing it even more, going as far as to even stomp on it on the cold, hard floor.
Vincent Kane holds the chair above his head, hoping to strike Nikita's hand once more, but the referees views that she has passed out from the pain, forcing him to step in, stopping the attack and calling for the bell, offiically declaring Vincent Kane the winner.
Nevertheless, despite the referee's insistance, Vincent slams the chair down onto her hand, splattering blood everywhere -- onto the floor, the chair, the camera lens, and probably onto some fans. Cries of despair can be heard emanating from several fans, who wish to see this madness end, eventually bringing out Flame, who wields a chair, hoping to chase Vincent Kane away.
Sadly, Society members, Shane Donovan and Danny Boy Vegas -- who, incidentally, is also on Flame's War Games team -- come to the ring and take Flame out. Seconds later, Tony Millennia silently slithers his way to the ringside area, where he starts a brand new attack on Nikita, kicking and stomping at the wound Vincent Kane has opened.
Everyone for Santa's Revenge's War Games match is inside of the ring, except for Destiny Daniels. With that, we fade out, giving a brief preview of the upcoming Pay Per View.
Winner: Vincent Kane (by referee stoppage)
Can Destiny Daniels make it to the pay per view, even with the known injury she has sustained?
Can the injury prone team of "Team Flame" even make it to the arena?!
Will titles change hands? Will Flame still walk out as the World Champion?
Mrs. Claus has stopped putting out, so tune in on December 24th for...
