In the opening match of the night, AJ Tyler defeated perennial loser, J2K, with ease. He was even able to hit his move, the Twistsault, allowing him to gain the easy victory, which is pretty good for a debut.
Winner: AJ Tyler
Born Justice, who also made his debut, easily took down the grandiose eating-machine that is Booger. Even though Booger's girth was too much for Born Justice to hit his finisher, the Corruption of Society, several chairshots were enough to bring the big fellow down, allowing Born to cover him for the three.
Winner: Born Justice
When Summer Ashton enters, she waits in the ring for her opponent, yet another newcomer, who goes by the name of Shawn Samson.
...Well, despite her waiting, he doesn't show up, angering her. Even though she is awarded as the winner, by default, she becomes angry and clocks the referee before exiting the ring. Finally, tonight's show can get under way.
Winner: Summer Ashton
The first Eternity show of 2007 comes to air and it begins by revealing the image of Lust Champion, Vincent Kane, laid out on the floor; his Lust Title draped over his head and unconscious. A tiny lake of blood flows from his skull towards the backstage door.
Random Backstage Official: Holy Jesus! What happened here?!
Shocked, the nerdy official whisks off, finding security and other SW members. In due time, a crowd has gathered around; including Sin Wrestling owner, Corey Page.
Corey Page: Holy Jesus! What happened here?!
Random Backstage Official: That's what I said!
Pushing his way to the front, Corey hunches over and checks in on Vincent Kane, who remains lifeless.
Corey Page: He's supposed to have a World Title shot now?! What am I going to do?
As if on cue, Nikita walks into the scene, observing the fallen Vincent Kane. Yes, her hand is still bandaged, but luckily things are slowly returning to normal for her mangled limb.
Nikita: Oh, I know what you can do! I know how you can fix this problem!
Standing up, holding Vincent Kane's Lust Title in his hands, Corey Page glares at Nikita.
Corey Page: I can put you in the match, too!
Nikita: Uhh... well, I was going to suggest that you give me the Lust Title. But sure! That works, too!
Corey Page: Well, you did give me a good present for Christmas. Remember Christmas? I miss Christmas. Mmmm... turkey.
Nikita: Yes. So... I'm in the World Title?
Corey Page: Yup!
Nikita: How 'bout the other title?
Corey Page: What other title?
Nikita points to the belt in Corey's hand.
Nikita: That one.
Corey Page: Oh. I know! We'll have a one night tourney; where the winner will walke out as the new champ!
Nikita: Poor Vincent Kane. I wonder who took him out?
Stifling a chuckle, Nikita walks off, proud to have a World Title shot.
Corey Page: Hmmm.. that's what I'd like to know. Perhaps it's time to play... GOOD COP... BAD COP!
Dun, dun, dunnn!
Corey Page: ...Or maybe not.
Corey turns his attention back towards Vincent Kane, who is finally being loaded onto a stretcher. He has a collar in place, disabling his neck from moving, and ever-so-slowly, he is carted away.
Corey Page: Hmmm... but Arran Hayden has a title shot at this title, too... hmmm...
Scratching his chin, Corey thinks to himself. The camera then fades out, allowing for the opening credits to roll.
Welcome to 2007.
"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.
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.
Your soul has suffered such abuse
But I am not your savior
I am just as fucked as you
Nikita slides into the ring under the bottom rope and jumps up before stepping onto the second rope in the corner to recieve praise from the audience.
I can't even save myself!
She jumps off of the ropes and walks a small circle around the ring while cracking her knuckles, 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.
Once in the ring, Flame unstraps his World Title belt and hands it over to the referee, who then hands it off to the ring announcer. Both of his opponents – his nemesis, Xander and Nikita, one of his allies – circle around him, looking for an opening, but Flame stands still, not showing a weakness.
When the bell rings, the trio steps into the center of the ring, knowing the importance of this match. Right away, Flame and Xander lock-up, while Nikita steps back, watching as the duo fights for supremacy. Deciding to dart forward, she is taken aback when Xander and Flame duck down, thus sending Nikita up-and-over with a double-backdrop.
Of course, she lands on her rear-end, while Xander steps in and manages to armdrag Flame, sending the World Champ over onto his back. Stepping back up, Flame is then brought back down with a clothesline from Xander, who then turns towards Nikita, who had been trying to get back to her feet. He lifts Nikita up into a vertical suplex position, only to lose his grip on her, allowing her to slip out behind him.
In perfect position, Nikita is able to leap into the air and dropkick Xander, sending him front-first against Flame, knocking the World Champ back off-balance. Keeping on top of things, Nikita goes to bulldog Xander, as he bounces off Flame's body, using her feet to also wrap around the champ's head. In a combination headlock takedown and headscissors takedown, Nikita brings down both competitors, gaining the adoration of the fans. Springing back up, she immediately targets the middle-rope and springboards off it, sending her body flying through the air with a springboard moonsault, again taking down both men.
In a rush, she covers Flame, hoping to catch him off-guard with a pinfall.
…1…2…
At the count of two, Flame kicks out, which is pretty dubious of a World Champion. Of course, Xander Gates isn't going to allow for Nikita to continue with the pinfalls, as he stands to his feet and tackles Nikita, striking her in the back of her head with a harsh kick.
After sending Nikita against the ropes with an equally harsh uppercut, Xander kicks Nikita in the gut and whips her across the ropes. Upon her return, he lifts a boot into her gut, bounces off the adjacent set of ropes and storms back with a swinging neckbreaker, which he then follows up by hooking onto both of Nikita's legs and hoisting her up. Deciding to drop back, he goes to slingshot her up-and-over the top rope and then onto the floor.
Unfortunately for Xander, Nikita has differing plans. As she is flung through the air, Nikita is able to catch herself on the ropes, regain her stance and then rebounding back with a back-springboard huracanrana, toppling Xander to the canvas.
Just as Nikita stands, though, the World Champ, Flame, charges at her, wanting to knock her down with a clothesline. As a result, she ducks and Flame bounces off the opposite set of ropes, springing back only to see Nikita leapfrog over him. Thinking quickly, Flame steps into Nikita, grabs her by the waist and then powerbombs her to the mat, striking the back of her skull off the canvas.
He instantly drops down, hooks a leg and looks for a cover on the girl that was his ally at Santa's Revenge.
…1...2…
However, Xander Gates quickly crawls over, punches Flame in the skull and stops the count from continuing, resulting in a roar of boos to emit from the fans, who want either Flame or Nikita to win.
Taking a second to insult the fans, Xander picks Flame up, backs him into the corner and unloads with some charging shoulderblocks to his gut. Using his right shoulder to hoist Flame onto the top turnbuckle pad, Xander sends a fist to Flame's painted face and then commences climbing up alongside him.
As Xander tries for a superplex, which gains major jeers from the audience, Flame hangs onto the top rope, keeping him in position, disabling Xander from removing him from the top turnbuckle pad. During this top-rope struggle, Nikita is able to shrug off the previous powerbomb from Flame, rise to her feet and witness the battle on the top turnbuckle pad.
With a gallant burst of speed, Nikita races forward, climbs the turnbuckle pads and leaps into the air behind Xander. On her way down, she is able to hook onto his head with both legs and reverse huracanrana him off the top rope, sending him all the way down to the canvas, driving his head into the mat.
As a result of Nikita's resurgence, the fans go nuts, thinking Nikita has a chance to walk away as the victor. However, she decides against a pinfall attempt, and instead, focuses on Flame, who is still trapped on the top turnbuckle. Climbing up with him, in the same position Xander Gates was in earlier, Nikita gives him a super huracanrana, flipping Flame off the top rope, sending him crashing all the way down onto Xander, who has Flame's entire weight smother him.
Having the fans in excitement, Nikita runs off the set of ropes and bounces back, baseball-slide dropkicking Flame out of the ring, allowing her to focus primarily on Xander Gates.
Xander leans over the middle rope, gasping for oxygen, unaware that Nikita is sneaking up on him, ready to pounce. Using the second rope, Nikita leaps into the air and comes crashing down across Xander's upper-back with a double-stomp, further choking him across the rope, much to the rejoice of the fans. Even with her hand still bandaged, she strikes Xander across the back of his neck with various rabbit-chops, hoping to leave him in a half-choked/half-dazed state.
Hooking onto Xander's left foot, Nikita drags him parallel to the nearest turnbuckle and decides to use her affinity to high-flying, again. A little slower than usual, Nikita gets to the top turnbuckle, watching as Xander begins to move, almost ready to dive onto him. Before she can launch herself, the World Champ hops onto the ring apron and shoves her off.
Crashing onto the floor and up against the ring barrier, Nikiita's face smashes against concrete and steel, enabling Flame to find his niche in the match. He goes to climb in over the middle rope, but Xander spots this and swings his body forward, smashing his body against the middle rope, thereby crotching Flame.
The World Champ almost feels his testicles rise to his throat, as he collapses into a ball, at the feet of Xander Gates, who measures Flame up, only to drop a fist down into his skull. He procedes to choke Flame, using both hands, wanting to see Flame lifeless and drained. Stepping in, the referee demands that Xander release his grip, which Xander regretfully does.
However, he isn't going to allow Flame to lay low and let him rest. Taking advantage of the current situation, he plucks Flame to his feet, wristlocks him and then attempts a quick version of his finisher, X Marks the Spot. Realizing this, Flame's eyes spark wide open and he sends a flurry of offensive elbows to the side of Xander's head, finding freedom.
Hitting Xander in the stomach with a stiff kick, Flame pulls Xander Gates in with a standing headscissors. He then promptly lifts him up onto his shoulders, about to transition him into perfect position for the Flame Bomb. Before it can be executed, Nikita clears the cobwebs from her head and slides inside. Taking several seconds to size-up the situation, Nikita dashes forward, clipping Flame's right leg out from beneath him, forcing both him and Xander to fall onto the mat.
Grabbing onto Flame's right leg, Nikita twists her own leg around it, applying as much pressure as possible onto it, even managing to strike it with a few kicks and stomps. She managles to clich back, applying the hold even further, ducking beneath a clothesline from Xander Gates, in the process. As Xander passes her by, she reaches back, grabs onto his neck and drops back; giving Flame an Indian Deathlock submission, while sending Xander Gates down with a neckbreaker.
Rolling over, she covers Xander...
...1...2...
But Vincent Kane's replacement cannot get the pinfall over Xander, as Flame is able to hook onto her hair and yank her off. With great furor, Flame lifts Nikita up to her feet and then swings her into the corner, cracking her shoulder against the ring post.
Laying against the post, on top of the middle turnbuckle pad, Nikita is waistlocked by Flame, who drags her 1/3 of the way out and prepares to German suplex her. In the midst of doing so, Xander Gates also rises to his feet, walks up to Flame and waistlocks him, as well. Soon enough, Xander Gates sends Flame over with a release German suplex, while Flame flings Nikita.
Luckily for Nikita, though, she is able to completely flip over and land on her feet. Looking ahead, she is aware of Flame on his hands and knees, giving her the idea to propel herself forward, launching herself off Flame's back. As she sails through the air, she latches onto Xander Gates's head with her legs and then tilt-a-whirl headscissors' him.
Not only is she able to make one rotation, but she makes two!
On her second go-around, she lands on her feet and then brings Xander Gates down, applying her move, The End.
A raucuous of applause erupts from the fans, as they shout out in glee, knowing that Nikita has won. Even with the cheers for Nikita, Xander reaches out for the bottom rope, hoping to grasp onto it, wanting to keep things going. But alas, he has no other choice but to tap out, thereby ending the match and also crowning a new World Champion.
2007 begins the crowning of Nikita as World Champion.
Winner: Nikita
After the match, Nikita is rewarded with the World Title by Flame, of all people; finally earning her place amongst the top, despite the hard road she has travelled. Through gruelling matches and confrontations with Destiny Daniels, Stryker Graff and Mike Phantasy, Nikita finally stands tall in the center of the ring, holding the Sin Wrestling World Championship Belt above her head.
Nikita looks up, only to see Shane Donovan slide into the ring, wearing street clothes and carrying a steel chair. Before Nikita is able to get her arms raised for protection the cold steel cracks against her skull, dropping the newly-crowned World champion like a rock. The former champion, Flame, gets to his feet and charges Shane, only to get the chair rammed into his midsection, as well; followed by the steel smashing into his back, knocking Flame back to the mat. Finally, Shane drops the chair and turns his attention to Xander Gates, grabbing the erstwhile challenger and lifting him into the air, dropping Gates head-first onto the chair with a vertebreaker. The roar of disapproval from the crowd is almost deafening as Shane grabs a microphone from a stagehand, a sick smirk on his face.
Shane Donovan: Congratulations Nikita, you’re the new Sin World champion. I just thought I’d come out to make sure that I was the first person to congratulate you for such a hard-won victory. I’m looking forward to the day where I will get the chance to take that belt from you, or whoever else has possession of it. That’s not the only reason I am out here, however…
Shane motions to Xander and Flame, who are still lying prone in the ring. The crowd continues to get louder, and several objects are thrown by fans towards the ring.
Shane Donovan: I’m out here to tell you two that your night is going to be a wash. You might have failed tonight in being the Sin World champion, but I’ve decided to offer the two of you something to help soften the blow of that. After I deal with Dan Black tonight, I get to choose who I defend my Purity title against next. Next Eternity, we’re going to have some fun. I hope you two are ready to try something new, because if you two compete next week like you did here, this defense will be quick and painless for me.
Dropping the microphone, Shane picks up the World title, staring at it for a moment before draping it over Nikita and exiting the ring.
Just as Shane passes the ring curtain, the screen goes fuzzy and the following words roll across the speakers...
Around, all around, the dark memories gather.
My dread grows as the angry hand of Heaven falls against my heart.
It crushes me, and darkly my essence drips to the wicked earth that is my prison.
In my madness I cry out, Why?! while Hell continues to surrounds me.
Now alone, my cry of mercy falls upon uncaring ears.
My life as I once knew it is now over while the Hell I've tried to escape is now in clear view.
This is because of you...
Because of you I've been made to suffer.
Because of you I will never be able to get a moment's rest.
And now... Because of you...
Darkness will finally return...
In the ring, Nikita looks around, appearing confused. Nevertheless, she staggers to her feet, trying to regain her balance from the previous attack and straps the World Title around her waist. She exits the ring, slaps the hands of several fans on her way to the back. What an explosive way to start off the New Year.
A very dazed and confused Chris Extreme makes his entrance in the backstage area, looking disheveled and unwashed. He is mumbling incoherently to himself, making him look even crazier than usual.
Chris Extreme: Morgana... Morgana... Morgana... Morgana...
That name is repeated over and over again, until Chris bumps into a Mexican.
Chris Extreme: F'n spi--
Before Chris can finish, a redneck steps into the scene.
Buck Travis: Hey, ain't you that guy we be facin' tonight?
Chris Extreme: ...Morgana...
Seconds later, Johnnyboy, Buck Travis's partner speaks up.
Johnnyboy: Hey, this is the guy we're facin'!
Chris Extreme: Morgana.
Buck Travis: Hmm...
Chris Extreme: Morgana!
Slinging his arm back, Chris swings his arm forward, striking Johnnyboy in the face, dropping him to the floor.
Buck Travis: Hey! You can't do that!
Chris Extreme: The Morgana I can!
Buck Travis and Chris Extreme soon begin a brawl, exchanging left-and-right fists over the fallen body of Johnnyboy. Knocking Buck Travis down with a harsh punch to the skull, Chris then picks up the Mexican and whips him into the trash, sending junk everywhere.
Chris Extreme: Right where you belong, you filthy Mexican!
Rising back up, Buck Travis attacks Chris Extreme, who has been preoccupied with the Mexican. Striking Chris in the back of the neck, the duo continue slugging fists back-and-forth, eventually leading them towards the entrance area. Only a few seconds later, Chris Extreme and Buck Travis make their way out to the top of the entrance, fighting all the way down to the ring, with Johnnyboy following closely behind.
For whatever reason, the bell rings while The Streets of Bakersfield are double-teaming Chris Extreme with various strikes on the outside, forcing Chris up against the ring apron. Chris, being the wily veteran that he is, quickly ends their momentum with a swift kick to the crotch of Johnnyboy and a poke to the eyes of Buck Travis. Extreme then knocks Johnnyboy down with a punt to the face, and whips Buck Travis straight into the steel barricade. “Lord Nazi” follows this up by some good old shouting and taunting, as well as some rubbing of the genitals.
While Extreme wastes time infuriating and disgusting the audience, Johnnyboy recovers and rushes Chris Extreme from behind with a dropkick aimed at the back of the former World Champion’s knees, at the same time Buck Travis lunges forward and nails Extreme with a lariat, finishing their high-and-low move and sending the newly crowned Hall-of-Famer to the ground. Instinctively, and stupidly, they both cover Chris Extreme, only to be told by the referee that pinfalls would not be counted on the outside, and that they were about to be counted out. Upon hearing this, Johnnyboy, being the faster of the two, dives back into the ring.
Buck Travis quickly follows him, but rolls back out in order to refresh the ten-count. By this point, Chris Extreme is back up to his knees and attempting to clear his head by rubbing his genitalia again. Buck Travis tries to charge Extreme with a knee to his head, but Chris ducks and grabs Buck’s crotch, locking in the Testicle Claw. While Buck writhes in pain, Chris gets back up to his feet, only to be taken back down after Johnnyboy dives over the ring ropes in a Moonsault, causing a car wreck on the outside.
Buck, getting the least of the Moonsault makes his way back to his feet first. While massaging his crotch, he returns to the ring and saves his team from a count-out. Chris and Johnnyboy get up several seconds later with Chris hitting a quick backhand slap on the Bakersfield resident and calling him a “dirty, slutty, Mexican yvonnezapata.” Chris follows with a few jabs and finishes his combination with an uppercut, screaming “ewww, I touched a Mexican!” in a shrill voice, before stomping Johnnyboy’s head into the ringside mat.
During this time, Buck Travis nursed his injured genitals back to passable status. Travis shouts at Chris Extreme and taunts him, grabbing Chris Extreme’s attention and infringing upon his gimmick. Buck Travis quickly retreats back inside the ring and bounces off the ropes in hopes of another Lariat… which Extreme promptly ducks and reverses into a kick to Buck’s balls, after which he shouts and taunts for a bit, and hits a Stunner, completing the Ashtonator. Chris goes from a cover, but only gets two.
Chris, mad at the “slow count” gets into the referee’s face while jerking himself off, apparently preparing for his Cock Factor finishing maneuver. Once that disturbing scene ends, Extreme lifts Buck Travis up and prepares to seat him on the top turnbuckle. However, at the very last minute, Chris Extreme once again nails Buck Travis in the crotch and rushes into a rope to crotch a now-recovered Johnnyboy on the top turnbuckle. Extreme, smirking at his brilliance, turns his attention back to Buck Travis and leads him out of the corner, toward the one Johnnyboy has been impaled upon.
Once there, he gives Buck Travis a quick Nut Tap DDT, and stands up working himself to a full erection while smacking Johnnyboy in the face. Finally, he climbs the turnbuckles and pulls down his boxers, spitting in Johnnyboy’s face before leaping off into a devastating Cock Factor, landing right on Buck Travis. Chris Extreme follows his finisher with a lax pinfall, getting the three. He then rolls out of the ring, and prances to the back for no real reason, while the Streets of Bakersfield regroup.
Winner: Chris Extreme
The scene opens to the back, where Vincent Kane is shown to be strapped to a gourney, lying all alone, waiting to be put into an ambulance. The sound of tapping feet can be heard, as Corey Page walks into view, carrying the Lust Title, which belonged to Vincent Kane, in his hand. Corey stands over Vincent, stops and looks down at the title.
Corey Page: I guess I'm left with no other choice but to vacate it. You were a good champ... son-of-a-bitch.
Corey notices Vincent's tongue hanging out of his mouth, promptly shoving it back in, to make things seem less awkward.
Corey Page: There we go. Much better.
Hoisting up the title, Corey goes to walk off, almost ready to complete vacate it, thus setting up tonight's mini-tournament. As he turns away, he walks off, but stops, only to see a black young man leaning against a wall. This guy looked familiar to him, he knew he had seen him elsewhere; but where?
Corey Page: Hmm...
Still standing in one spot, Corey thinks out loud to himself, watching as the dark-skinned man says nothing, nor does he even make note of Corey's existence in front of him.
Corey Page: I know you!
As if a light had suddenly jolted on his head, the name of the man standing before him swirls straight to his attention.
Corey Page: You're from NEWA! You're that Ali Khadafi guy, aren't you?
Still no reply; or movement, for that matter.
Corey Page: Wait, we signed a contract, didn't we?
Nothing.
Corey Page: I... uh...
Corey waves his hand in front of Ali Khafadi's face, but still gets no response.
Corey Page: What the Jesus?
Cursing and swearing, Corey looks this awkward gentleman over, even waving his hand in front of his face.
Corey Page: Woo-hoo, are you there?
Khadafi, who remains against the wall, has his head down, thinking peacefully to himself. Not even the motions from the Sin Wrestling owner can disturb his gaze.
Corey Page: Eh, fuck this. I've got a title to officially vacate!
Corey looks into the nearby camera and holds up the Lust Title.
Corey Page: Hello, everyone. I am officially vacating this title due to severe injury to Vincent Kane.
...Awkward pause.
Corey Page: ...Yep, so that's that.
Corey walks off, bringing the title with him.
Corey Page: Maybe Ali Khadafi wasn't really there? Maybe he was just a ghost? Yeah, that's it. I was obviously seeing things, that's why he didn't respond. He's not real. Yep. I believe it.
The sounds of Corey's muttering soon fade from the viewer's ears. They soon notice Ali Khadafi prying himself away from the wall, though. With his head up and his eyes focused on Vincent Kane, who stil lays on the gourney, Khadafi makes his way over to him. Reaching into his boot, Khadafi pulls out an icepick, stands above the former Lust Champion and stops.
Without saying a word, Khadafi jabs the icepick into Vincent Kane's gut, sending a splatter of blood out of the wound, onto the stretcher and onto the arena walls. Leaving behind a trail of blood, Ali Khadafi walks away, leaving the icepick in Vincent Kane's gut, clotting up the blood, perhaps saving him from bleeding to death on the stretcher.
As Khadafi walks into the shadows, Corey Page, still holding the Lust Title, walks back into view, having his head down, his gaze leaning straight forward.
Corey Page: Ah, yep, someone's going to win this title tonight. Either Morgana, Belgarath, Kai Aiden, Konstantin Bryz-- Bryzga... Konstantin, or Trenton Pierce. Yep, one of them. And yes, I am putting Trent Turner and Trenton Pierce into a match on purpose. I am a genius.
Corey walks by Vincent Kane, who still has the icepick stabbed in his gut. This, of course, forces Corey to halt in his tracks, whisk his head to the side, bulding his eyes wide open.
Corey Page: ...I... uh... someone better find OJ Simpson, because I didn't do it! Uhm... security! Medics! We've got a problem!
Chasing off to find some help for Vincent Kane, Corey walks away with the Lust Title, while the camera peers in at the weapon that is still stuck in Vincent's stomach.
The arena darkens as the first chords of "Date With the Night" by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs tear through the sound system, sparking the words "Morgana" to etch across the blank screen in bold pink script. The crowd cheers loudly as pink fireworks explode down the ramp, and Morgana saunters out from back stage, wearing a miniscule pink and black skort, black fishnets, knee-high boots and a tight black tank top, her pink hair pulled into two loose braids. Basking in the cheers of the crowd, Morgy slowly makes her way to the ring, pausing every so often to blow kisses to fans in the front row before bending to slip between the top and middle ropes. "Date With the Night" dies over the speakers as Morgy parades confidently around the ring, waiting for her opponent.
The lights dim as "Black Label" by Lamb of God plays over the PA.
A single light illuminates a smoke-filled stage entrance, as the silhouette of Belgarath can be seen in the doorway. He has his head down, wearing his long, black trench-coat and his hair is dripping, with his fists clenched. As the music builds up, the light dims in the doorway, with nothing but the image of a bleak shadowy figure standing in the there.
The music explodes into the full frenzy of gritty guitars and pounding drums, The lights burst on and bright pyros explode from the stage, as Belgarath quickly emerges from the doorway with his arms raised high and screaming at the top of his lungs.
The lights dim a little and the runway and ring are flooded in deep red light. Belgarath briskly makes his way down the ramp, throwing his shades into the audience as he walks past the crowd. He slides into the ring and makes his way over to the adjacent ring post, climbing it, and throwing his arms out to the side, in a crucifix position as the vocals kick in over the PA...
Compression of my space made complete.
I would rip out my own entrails by hand just to be alone.
Inanity rolls total through this sphere... "
He climbs down and makes his way over to the other ring post and does the same.
The music still blares on, as he climbs down and makes his way to the center of the ring. The lights raise back up, and the music cuts out as Belgarath stares at Morgana, who is yawning in a corner at Belgarath's long entrance.
The referee checks for weapons. He feels Belgarath up and down quite quickly, then walks over to Morgana. Slowly, he rubs his hands around Morgana's chest, down her side to her hips, feeling around the outline of her arse, and down her legs. Confused, Morgana steps away after being molested by the referee, who calls for the bell.
Standing before Morgana, Belgarath looks like a giant in comparison to her tiny stature. Being a prick, Belgarath playfully pushes her down like a bully. Belgarath laughs and the crowd boos, not believing their beloved legend was man-handled. Stepping closer to her, Belgarath is shoved backward with the strength of Morgana's legs. Caught offguard, Belgarath falls right on his ass. He is clearly shocked at the hidden strength in his opponent's legs.
Knowing she must use her speed to her advantage, Morgana quickly runs and splashes onto Belgarath with a front flip. Hooking a leg, Morgana only gets to a count of one before Belgarath shoves her off of him. With a premature cover, Morgana is exhibiting ring rust, and Belgarath can sense it.
Both man and woman stand to their feet. Belgarath charges with a clothesline, but Morgana ducks it, swiftly bounces off the ropes and dropkicks his back before he can turn around. Stumbling forward, Belgarath stays on his feet by landing over the ropes at the opposite side of the ring. Sprinting toward him, Morgana stops and grabs his legs, then with all her strength, flips him upside down out of the ring. Falling to the outside, Belgarath is shocked as the crowd cheers. The referee begins to count him out.
In the meantime, Morgana blows kisses to little boys in the crowd and teases them. The little boys instantly hit puberty; one even starts to grow a beard around his testicles. Sliding back into the ring, Belgarath has returned to to redeem himself. Morgana sprints at him and looks for a flying crossbody or something of that nature. Catching her body and keeping his footing, Belgarath lifts her up onto his shoulders. Morgana throws punches at his head as Belgarath stumbles around on his feet. To avoid anymore shots to the head, Belgarath extends his arms and lifts her above his head. Pressed into the air, Morgana nervously looks down at the canvas below. Belgarath drops her behind him as she goes splat!
After the body press drop, Belgarath falls onto his splattered opponent and pins her.
...1...2...
Morgana kicks the fuck out. Grumbling to himself, Belgarath drives a few elbows into her bosom before plucking her to her feet and shoving her face into his crotch and between his legs. In a standing headscissors, Belgarath lifts her onto his shoulders. Looking for a powerbomb, Belgarath fails to execute it as Morgana reverses it with a hurricanrana. Like a bunny, Morgana bounces back up to her feet and hops to the top rope in a flash. Feeling froggy, Morgana ribbits before diving off and landing a frog splash!
She pins... 1... 2...
Belgarath lifts up his left shoulder and kicks out. Skipping around the ring, Morgana waits for Belgarath to stand back up. Once he is to his feet, Morgana pounces at him but nearly gets her head taken off by a powerful clothesline. With her wind knocked out, Morgana lays on her back as Belgarath covers.
...1...2...
Once again, Morgana kicks out. She can hear the Lust Title calling for its master. "I want you to have me," it says inside of her head. As if he heard the Lust Title's voice, too, Belgarath growls and attacks Morgana by stomping the fuck out of her head. He drops a big elbow into her stomach, killing the baby inside of her if there was one. Using his meaty, sweaty arms, Belgarath grabs Morgana by her shoulders and raises her up forcefully. He flings her into the corner and she crashes against the turnbuckle padding. Belgarath charges toward the corner in an attempt to destroy her, but gets a knee right to his crotch.
Falling backward and holding his big, bruised balls, Belgarath groans in pain. Backflipping up to the top of the turnbuckle, Morgana is now seated in her sweet spot. Blowing a kiss of death to Belgarath who resides below her feet, Morgana launches off her own feet and into the air. She twists what would be a moonsault into a 450 splash, landing the Morgasm! Spit and sweat squirts everywhere as Morgana pins Belgarath.
...1...2...3...!
Morgana advances to the main event to compete for the Lust Title. She has her hand raised by the referee who molested
her earlier, who gazes stupidly at her.
Winner: Morgana
from the window
Go back to sleep
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,
See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do.
At this moment, Konstantin Bryzgalov comes marching out from the entrance, down to the ring in a ring jacket, with Brody Reno following behind him. He quickly gets to the end of the aisle and stands there.
Count the bodies like sheep
Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Finally, Konstantin rips off his ring jacket and rolls into the ring.
As the slow melodic chords of "Zombie" by the Cranberries starts playing, the crowd falls to a hush, awaiting for the one-man Irish army, Kai Aiden, to step out. The referee inspects Konstantin Bryzgalov's ring attire, making sure it's meets regulation.
//Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken?//
Kai Aiden steps from the entrance way as the crowd applauds and sways in unison. The seemingly souless Kai Aiden makes no attempt to recognize the crowd and he makes his slow pace to the ring.
//But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying...//
Kai Aiden enters the ring and walks over to the ropes and stares out into the crowd aimlessly as the camera pans into his expressionless face.
//In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou...//
As the music fades out, Kai stops pacing in the ring and heads to his corner.
The referee walks over to Kai Aiden's corner to inspect his ring attire, as well. With the ref's back turned, Konstantin Bryzgalov looks to get the early advantage by attacking the unsuspecting Kai Aiden with a running clothesline. The alert Kai Aiden ducks the failed attempt; however, leaving Bryzgalov to hit the top turnbuckle, chest first.
As all of this unfolds, though, the attention of every fan is turned towards the entrance, watching as Trent Turner charges down to the ringside area, stopping just short from sliding into the ring. He stands on the floor, hoping to get a better view of the action, confusing everyone as to what his actions are.
Turning his dazed attention back to the center of the ring, Konstantin is met with a right hook to the jaw, as Kai Aiden begins wailing away on Bryzgalov's head. The referee steps in between both of them and calls for a clean break, scolding Kai Aiden in the process.
With the referee's back turned, Turner grabs ahold of Bryzgalov's ankle, trying to trip him. He slides in under the bottom rope and applies an anklelock to which Bryzgalov reacts to by clawing his way across the canvas, hoping to grab hold of the bottom rope.
Not wanting any help in the form of Trent Turner, Kai Aiden runs over and kicks Trent behind the shoulder, forcing him to release the anklelock on Bryzgalov. Bryzgalov rolls out from under the bottom rope as Kai Aiden picks Trent Turner off the mat. Aiden irish-whips Turner to the far ropes but telegraphs an attempt to flip Turner over.
In reverse, Turner meets the bent over Aiden with a kick to the gut, forcing him to stand straight. Turner picks Aiden up for a fireman's carry and hits the True Talent!
Aiden rolls out of the ring and Turner turns his attention to the referee, who skips out of the ring. Turner follows behind him, but gives up the chase and makes his way towards Lex Robinson and Steve Hebert's table and demands a microphone. He's given the ring announcer's mic and enters the ring and addresses the crowd.
Trent Turner: I want a Lust Title shot, too, damnit! I worked my ass off at Santa's Revenge and I got beaten because I underestimated my opponents! Nevertheless, I want another shot to prove myself!
He drops the mic and heads back to the locker room.
With both Aiden and Bryzgalov injured and unable to continue, the referee rules the match a "No Contest."
Winner: No Contest
Spotlights illuminate the screen and smoke pours from the entrance. Lights flash all around the arena, as the focus of attention turns towards the Sin Wrestling screen, which now has words written on it:
THE RETURN
A few seconds later, the cameras stop rolling and the lights stop swirling around. We're then left with the preceding image, which soon fades out, as we continue with tonight's events.
The lights dim and an ominous chill is felt throughout the arena, as the opening riff to "Vigil" by Lamb of God plays over the speakers.
"Making his way to the ring... he is from Atlanta, Georgia... weighing in at two hundred fifty-five pounds..."
As the announcer finishes, a voice comes over the PA system.
Then, an explosion occurs, as the ramp bursts into flames, as Jonathan Cage walks out from behind the curtain. He stands at the top of the ramp, looking out towards the fans.
"He is... "THE SHADOW" JOOONNAATHHAANN CCAAAGGGEEE!!!!!!!"
Cage steps over the flames at the top of the ramp and sprints to the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope, stands up, goes to one of the turnbuckles and salutes the fans. He climbs off the turnbuckl and leans up against it, as "Vigil" fades away.
The scene focuses on the entranceway, where we suddenly here the riff of a guitar from "The End of Heartache" by Killswitch Engage. The crowd rises to their feet, showering the man they know as Alexis Anderson with boos, as he appears from behind the curtain. He begins to strut down the ramp, smiling on his way down. Once he reaches the ring, he slides in grabs a microphone and starts to talk arrogantly into it, before dropping it to the floor, pointing at the crowd and then takes a spot in the corner.
The lights dim and the blue spotlights emerge, illuminating the darkness. Smoke begins to billow out from the entranceway, as the fans continue to scatter cheers and taunts. The thrashing beginning of "A Certain Shade Of Green" by Incubus finally kicks in and the arena pops as expected for any entrance. Passing through the curtains, as the crowd takes to its feet in anticipation, stands Christian Wright. He stands atop the rampway, amidst the cloud of smoke, clad in his usual attire. The only thing he holds is a look of determination upon his face. His eyes are closed, as he pauses, embracing the reaction from the fans around the world -- inside the arena and out. He finally begins to walk towards the ring, awe-struck at the state of the crowd, as he mouths the words to his own entrance music. He finally enters the ring, pulling off a few rope pulls, before standing in his corner.
"True Confessions" by RJD2 explodes over the P.A. and Khadafi comes out dressed in a pair of tattered blue jeans and blocky, blood stained, work boots. A cigarette dangles from his mouth and in his left hand he carries a rusty machete, while in the other, he carries a masus. Resting atop his head he has a black SWF starter cap, tilted to the right. He makes his way down to the ring, where he takes swipes at members of the crowd who are booing him relentlessly.
But rather than getting in the ring, Ali Khadafi chooses to remain on the floor, arms crossed, as the bell rings for the match to begin.
Jonathan Cage is the first to strike with a quick punch to Alexis Anderson's throat. As Alexis stumbles bacj, Christian Wright decided to join in with a superkick to Alexis' head. As Alexis falls to the mat, Christian Wright moves in on Jonathan Cage with a kick to the gut and a DDT. He then hurries to the turnbuckle, which he climbs up upon and hopes to execute a moonsault on Jonathan, but at the last minute, Cage pulls his knees up, having Christian crack his ribs over them on his way down. All the while, Khadafi still stands out on the floor evidently choosing not to take part in the match.
Jonathan Cage is quick to his feet, just in time to meet the recovered Alexis with a tornado double arm DDT out of no where. But with his guard down for a moment, "The Rookie" Christian Wright matches Cage with a springboard missle dropkick. Hoping to take advantage, he goes for a very early cover that gets him merely a one count before Cage kicks out. They both leap to their feet with Cage visibly angry. He takes it out on Cage with what seems like dozens of fists and boots to his abdomen, before lifting him up and cracking his back over his knee.
Alexis rolls off of Cage's knee and onto the mat, gripping his ribs. Satisfied for now, Cage turns his sights on Christian Wright when he executes a springboard shining wizard. After this, Cage tries to lock his submission move, Black Death, onto Wright, which he does successfully. Wright begins writhing and yelling out in pain but refuses to submit the match. Luckily for him, Alexis comes back to life, kicking Cage in the back of his head. This breaks the submission move and allowes Alexis to attempt and belly-to-belly on Cage, but Cage counters with a simple headbutt, breaking Alexis' locked hands, giving Jonathan Cage the perfect opportunity to execute his finisher, Oblivion, a seated muscle breaker on his opponent Alexis Anderson. Cage goes for an effortless pin...
...1...2...3!
The ref rings the bell immediately signalling Cage the winner of the match. After having his hand held in the air, he absorbs the cheers for a moment before exiting the ring while at the same time, Khadafi finally enters. Alexis sees this, looks up in fear and quickly exits the ring as well leaving Khadafi alone with Christian Wright.
Khadafi slowly approaches a frozen Christian Wright and, out of nowhere, stabs him right in the calf, causing him to screech out in agony. At this point, officials and paramedics run down to the ring but stay on the outskirts in fear of the psycho Ali. Their failure to intervene gives Ali the change to scratch and tear away at the skin on Wright's forehead, leaving him bleeding like a pig all over the mat, all the while, Wright's still screaming out.
Looking satisfied, Ali Khadafi slowly rises to his feet, calm and collected, and exits the ring, making his way to the back as if nothing had happened.
Winner: Jonathan Cage
A row of women walk into view, with Dan Black walking behind them. Walking away from the ladies, Dan walks straight into a nearby locker-room, disregarding the idea that someone may be busy inside. Of course, the cameraman follows him, entering, to show Dan Black standing in front of Shane Donovan, who is not yet aware of Dan's presence.
Shane Donovan: Goddamnit... I'm all alone... again. Danny Boy's injured, as is Vincent Kane. In fact, I have no idea what happened to him. This is screwed.
Folding his arms, Dan Black lets out a little cough, watching as Shane is looking for something inside of his locker.
Shane Donovan: What the...?
Wham!
When Shane turns around, he is met with a meaty fist from Dan Black, knocking him on his back, dropping not only the Purity Title; but also dropping a clear water bottle, which topples onto a nearby table.
Shane Donovan: Unf...
Being picked up, Shane is thrown into the locker, which is followed up by Dan standing over him, looking him squarely in the eye.
Dan Black: Sorry 'bout that. I was just trying to rough you up a bit before out match. You don't mind, do ya?
Placing his arms behind his back, Dan Black pulls out a bottle of some substance and returns to a hunched-over position, above Shane. He then takes the bottle, opens it up and forefully pours the contents into Shane's mouth, punching him, making him drink it down.
Dan Black: Drink up, Shane, and bring that title with you.
Placing the bottle back into his pants, Dan points at the fallen Purity Title and then walks off, leaving Shane breathless, trying to cough up the liquid that he was just forced to swallow.
"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.
"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.
Dan Black smirks at Shane Donovan as they circle around the ring after the bell rings. The two lock up with the bigger Dan Black forcing Donovan back into the ring ropes. However, before Black breaks the tie-up, Donovan slips behind him and applies a side headlock, dragging Dan Black back to the center of the ring and taking a knee, to apply pressure. This, however, doesn’t last long as Black uses his strength to bring Shane to his feet and make an attempt at escape by bouncing Donovan off of the ropes. But Donovan, being the more technically sound of the two, takes Black to the mat in a side headlock takedown, floating over for a quick pin to get a one count.
Shane Donovan quickly and effortlessly scrambles to his feet, and retreats to a corner to prevent a counterattack. Dan Black slowly gets to his feet, seemingly surprised by Shane Donovan’s speed. Black and Donovan circle around the ring again. Donovan again attempts the lock-up but Dan Black blocks with a knee to Shane’s gut. With Donovan doubled over, Dan Black rebounds off of the ropes and launches a boot at Donovan’s head, which misses. As Dan Black stumbles, Donovan hits a roundhouse kick to the small of Dan Black’s back, which Dan Black shakes off.
As Black turns around he is met with a flurry of forearms, elbows, slaps, and punches from Donovan, who forces Black into a corner. Donovan’s assault is stopped by the referee, who gets between Black and Donovan. Dan Black’s face expresses his disbelief regarding the course of the match as he rests in the corner; he is heard saying “this isn’t supposed to happen.” Finally sick of the referee, Donovan pushes the referee out of the way and surprises Dan Black with a running boot to the face in the corner. Unhooking his leg from the top rope, Donovan backs up for another one, only to be caught by Dan Black, who backs him up and draws him into a Belly-To-Belly Suplex, for two.
Finally seeming to get into the tempo of the match, Dan Black rolls over and grabs Donovan’s leg, turning the Purity Champion into a Half Crab. However, Donovan is far to close to the ropes and latches onto one of them for safety, using his first rope-break, which is promptly pointed out by the announcer. Black breaks the hold, but holds on to Shane’s leg, pulling him away from the ropes. Black drives an elbow into Donovan’s back, twice. On the third attempt, Shane Donovan rolls away and out of the ring, needing a break. Dan Black gets up again and taunts Shane. Black turns around apparently to rest in a corner, but Donovan sneaks up behind him to roll him up for the first three count in the match.
Dan Black: 0 Falls
Shane Donovan: 1 Fall.
As the 30 second break for 2/3 Falls Matches commences, Shane Donovan doubles over and begins to cough violently, holding his ribcage in pain. Dan Black merely looks on, smirking. Donovan’s cough subsides 20 seconds into the break.
The bell rings for the second time, indicating that it is time to start the second part of the match. Black and Donovan circle around the ring again, with Donovan feigning a test of strength attempt, hitting Black in the face with a flurry of forearms. Finishing his flurry, Donovan runs off of the ropes in a flying forearm attempt, which Dan Black easily turns into a Samoan Drop, getting a two on Shane Donovan, who contorts himself into the fetal position and attempts to get out of the ring.
Dan Black quickly stops this attack with stomps to the head and body of Shane Donovan. Black finishes this assault with a kneedrop into Shane’s ribs. A pin from Dan Black gets a two count.
Dan Black grabs Shane Donovan by the hair and drags the Purity Champion to his feet, throttling the smaller man and attempting a Chokeslam, which Donovan reverses into an extremely weak-looking Complete Shot. Donovan tries to roll over to cover Black, but ends up rolling to his side and gripping his ribs, once again adopting the fetal position. Dan Black stands back up, seemingly unfazed from the Complete Shot. Black grabs Donovan’s arm and lifts him up in a pump handle, which Donovan Lady-of –the-Lakes into a cover only getting a one-count.
Thoroughly embarrassed, Dan Black stand up and positions Shane Donovan for a Hospitalizer. Donovan, however, drops to his knees and crawls through Black’s legs, rolling the bigger man up again, now getting a two count. Dan Black gets up first once again, now irate. Black lifts Donovan up and positions him for a Death Valley Driver, which Donovan also slips out of.
On his way down, Shane hooks Dan Black’s head and drags him to the mat, setting up “The Clincher.” However, at the very last moment, Donovan succumbs to another coughing fit. Now coughing up blood, Shane Donovan unhooks his legs to free Dan Black. While the referee checks on Donovan, Dan Black rolls out of the ring and snatches the Purity Title from the timekeeper.
After staring at the title for a moment, Black looks back at Shane Donovan with a smirk. Dan Black then retreats through the crowd as the referee, who has finally noticed his absence, counts him out of the match, awarding the victory to Shane Donovan, making him Champion of Purity, even though Dan Black stole the title.
Winner: Shane Donovan (via countout)
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 lights in the arena go completely black. Suddenly, blue and yellow strobe lights begin to flash in the arena. “Build Your Cages" by Pulse Ultra hits the system, along with a large shot of pyro. The fans in the arena shoot out of their seats as Trent Turner makes his way through the curtain. Trent raises his arms and looks out at the crowd. The music begins to build up as Trent remains at the top of the ramp. Continuing the music, Trent begins to feel the build-up of the music. Finally, the music explodes and another large shot of pyro goes off as Trent raises his head and begins to walk to the ring. The fans are feeling the electricity from the entrance; as Trent climbs the steps to to stand on the apron. He turns to face the audience with a blank stare, anticipating his match, when a bright yellow spot light lands on him, as he glares out at the people. With the strobes and music still playing, Trent enters the ring and walks to the opposite side of the ring, using the ropes to stand on as he holds his arms into the air, listening to the audience cheer for him.
Pierce and Turner circled each other in the center of the ring. Neither made a move, they just exchanged glances. Finally, they tied up. Pierce gained control and shoved Turner into the ropes. Turner bounced back and reversed whatever Trenton had in mind with a hurricanrana. Trenton landed on the other side of the ring and Turner wasted no time. He clutched Pierce’s ankle and twisted it. Pierce attempted to reach for the ropes, but Turner pulled him away from them. Before Turner could apply more pressure, Pierce flipped himself to his stomach. He stood up on his other leg and spun it around. It connected with Turner’s face and he fell backwards into the ropes.
As Turner sprung off the ropes for the second time, Pierce ripped him in half with a monstrous spear. Both of their bodies were about to crash to the mat, but somehow Turner achieved a huge DDT. Both men weren’t down for long though and found themselves hammering away at each other with right hands. Turner caught Pierce off guard with a hard left to the jaw. Pierce stumbled back and Turner fired himself off the ropes and dropkicked him in knees. He didn’t go down and Turner tried again. This time Pierce buckled to his knees and Turner dropkicked him in the face. Pierce landed hard on his back. Turner climbed the turnbuckle and landed a shooting star press.
He pulled Pierce’s leg up and pinned his shoulder.
...1...2...
Pierce rolled out of the pin and had Turner pinned instead.
…1…2…
They continued back and forth, until Turner rolled himself to his feet with Trenton’s legs in his hands. He stepped in between them and twisted Pierce into a sharpshooter. Not allowing it, Pierce powered himself underneath Turner’s legs. He pulled them from under him and Turner landed to the mat. From there, Pierce pulled Turner up into the air and delivered a snap power bomb.
Turner held his head in pain and Pierce retreated to the corner. He hyped the crowd up and waited for Turner to stand to his feet. Once Turner did, Pierce nailed him in the jaw with super kick. Pierce watched as Turner fell to the mat. He then picked him up and went for the Under Oath.
Turner struggled out of it and kicked Pierce in the gut. He attempted to go for the True Talent, but Pierce came out of it with a spinning DDT. He picked Turner up again and finished him with the UnderOath. Trenton quickly covered him, not wasting a second.
...1...2...3...
Once the three is made, a large man runs down from the backstage area, with Arran Hayden leading him out. Arran, of course, points to the ringside area, where Trenton is shown slowly rising to his feet.
Sliding into the ring, the man with "Severus Wolfe" written on his shirt attacks Trenton from behind, immediately causing the bell-guy to furiously ring the bell. With Arran Hayden looking on, the unknown man starts punching and kicking on Trenton, targeting his back and ribcage region. He even slides out of the ring, with agreement from Arran Hayden and brings in a sweel chair. With recklass abandon, the man slams the chair across Trenton's back, while soon using the edge of it to dig into his ribcage.
Eventually, Arran calls the man off, leaving Trenton in a damaged pile. Arran and the man walk to the back, while the referee, and even Trent Turner, checks on Trenton Pierce.
Winner: Trenton Pierce
The sound of a shower can be heard sprinkling in the distance. As the camera pulls away, it shows Chris Extreme standing outside of the locker-room door. Just like earlier, he is talking out loud to himself.
Chris Extreme: Morgana... Morgana... Morgana... Morgana...
As Chris goes to open the door, hoping to catch a peep of whomever is inside, showering, someone taps him on the shoulder, surprising him.
Chris Extreme: What the Morgana?!
Standing there, in front of Chris Extreme, is former World Champion, Flame, who lost his World Title earlier in the night.
Flame: What the hell are you doing?
Chris Extreme: You're not Morgana!
Flame: ...What?
Chris Extreme: I want Morgana!
Flame: ...This is Nikita's locker-room. I came to congratulate her, even though she beat me. As for you, I have no idea what you're doing here.
Chris Extreme: Morg-- hey, wait, you're that guy who loses everything! Matches, titles, everything! How does it feel to be the worst World Champion in Morgana history?
Flame: What the...? Morgana history?
Chris Extreme: Don't tell me what to do, you fucking gothic faggot!
Flame: But, I-...
Chris Extreme: I said don't...! I just want to see Morgana!
Chris Extreme leaps forward like an angry cat, throttles Flame's throat and holds him up against the wall. Having been in a tight struggle earlier, Flame finds it difficult to even squander the energy to fight back.
Chris Extreme: You little fucker! You little faggot! You little bitch! You little queer! You little Morgana! I'll choke you!
Suddenly, the locker-room door bursts open, showing Nikita standing in a towel, having the World Title strapped around her waist. Hey, for all you know, she showered while wearing it.
Nikita: What the heck?
When Chris hears Nikita, he scurries away like a rodent.
Chris Extreme: Morgana... Morgana... need a Morgana...
The World Champ, Nikita, aides Flame in getting to his feet.
Nikita: Are you okay?
Flame: I have no idea... What a sick fuck.
The camera fades out.
"Plastic" by Basia Lyjak hits and Adora promptly emerges from backstage. Stuff and shit happens, and poop flies. Then she slides into the ring and awaits her opponent.
"Love Is Not Enough" by Nine Inch Nails sputters to life, sending the crowd into an uproar. With every single light dead, smoke rises from beneath the stage. Rising from their dormant state, golden lights ignite all over. Shining down on Tony Millennia, who steps out from behind the curtain, a bright golden spotlight leads him down the aisle.
but underneath we're not so tough
Rolling inside the ring, Millennia criss-crosses the ring passed Adora, climbing one corner and then the adjacent one. Hopping
down from that corner, he twirls around in the ring and points up to the rafters. Simultaneously, sparks and fireworks shoot
off from the ringposts.
Soon, the gold washes away as the rest of the arena lights rise from the dead. Meanwhile, Tony Millennia paces around Adora, his mind racing a million thoughts a minute, none of which shine through his intense, yet blank stare.
After Tony Millennia's long, epic entrance, the bell rings and it's down to business. Both opponents know each other well, having teamed up in past federations, but not liking one another. Now they meet in singles competition. They lock up, with Tony using his strength to push Adora away from him. Adora comes back at him, sending punches to his forehead. Blocking one, Tony strikes back with punches of his own to her head, before striking her in the gut with a knee. Adora bends over and Tony drills her with a Tony DDT. It hurts.
Tony covers...
...1...
Adora kicks out. Tony stomps on her, before choking her neck with his boot. The referee breaks up the dirty tactic, warning him. Adora rolls her body toward his feet, trying to trip him, but Tony jumps over her. She rolls at the back of his feet this time, but once again, Tony jumps up and down, avoiding it.
Standing back up, Adora dropkicks Tony and he falls down. She spreads his legs and drops a knee into his groin, killing the Millennia seed. Holding onto his legs, Adora flips into a pin with a bridge.
...1...
And the Millennium Man kicks out. Tony rises his upperbody, but not his legs. Before he can, Adora bounces off the ropes and knocks his head back with a high knee. Driving two more knees into his head, Tony can be seen exhibiting a bloody nose. Adora covers him.
...1...2...
Sliding away from Adora, Tony stands to his feet. Getting to her feet as well, Adora ducks a Tony clothesline, and locks her arms around his waist from behind. As if she is looking for a german suplex, she can't lift Tony off his feet who stays grounded. He sends a few back elbows to her head, prying her off. Turning around, he is tackled to the mat by an Adora spear. Adora pins...
...1...2...
Tony kicks out. Adora quickly mounts the top rope, as Tony stirs below her. She launches off her wifey pad and goes airborne. Standing up, Tony is not quick enough to sidestep her aerial move, and is taken back off his feet with a Swanton Bomb from above! Adora, feeling a little wind knocked out of herself as well, rolls over Tony for the cover...
...1...2...
...kickout! Adora stands back up and begins to argue with a fat woman in the front row. The fat woman is wearing a huge shirt with a letter M printed on it. As Adora taunts the woman for being grossly obese, Tony manages to crawl away from his opponent and stands back to his feet. When Adora turns around, she sees Tony sprinting at her with full force.
Ducking beneath his clothesline, Adora leaps up onto Tony's shoulders, looking for a victory-roll type of pinfall, but she has no luck. Instead, Tony stands his ground, tosses Adora in front of him, forcing her to land on her feet, full-nelsons her and then lifts her into the air. To some, it may seem like Tony is going for one of his signature moves, but alas, he has other plans. Having Adora high into the air, Tony soon twists her body around, forcing her to the mat with a full-nelson slam.
Taking a deep breath, he refuses to go for the cover, opting to slowly rise to his feet and taunt the fans. Having Adora laid out, he heads towards the ropes, preparing to bounce off them, looking as if he is merely seconds away from dropping an elbow, but something odd happens.
A crackling is heard over the speaker systems, and soon, the entire arena is plunged into darkness, except for the SW-screen, which, similar to earlier, remains turned on. The following words appear, also being whispered over the speakers, behind the crackling noises.
no one can see your tears...
In the darkness,
no one can see your fears...
In the darkness,
there is no one to love you...
In the darkness,
there is only sorrow with you...
To seek and find a reason to be,
to hunt like a hound, your destiny to see...
My only love, once found, now lost,
for my cowardice, that was the cost....
Inside my heart, to pieces, I am shattered,
all those pieces, in darkness, now scattered....
To seek end in the dark,
it is my destiny...
To weep alone in the dark,
it is my destiny...
To die all alone without your love,
it is my destiny...
My return to darkness,
it is my destiny...
Confused, Tony stands, looking at the screen, not knowing what to do. The lights soon return in the arena, showing that Adora has now removed herself from her previous position, which Tony is not aware of; as he has his back turned.
Alas, Adora has risen to her feet, sneaks up behind Tony, jumps onto his shoulders for the second time and instead of rolling forward, she rolls back; driving Tony's head into the canvas with a reverse huracanrana! Snapping back up to her feet, Adora's instincts immediately kick in, despite not stepping into the ring for years.
Right away, she ascends to the top rope, waits for Tony to rise, and once he does, she somersaults off. On her way down, she grasps her legs around Tony's head, bringing him down with the "Lady Godiva Blues!" Rolling him up, even tying down his legs, Adora makes the cover...
...1...2...3!
A successful debut for Adora, who learns of her victory and leaps away from Tony, who looks puzzled and shocked about
what just happened.
Winner: Adora
Ace Rodgers stands in the back, next to Billy Badson, who is dressed in his wrestling gear, ready to make his return to in-ring action. He looks pumped-up and ready-to-go, despite his recent heart attack... and despite being older than everyone else on the roster.
Ace Rodgers: I'm here with Billy Badson; and Billy, it's great to see you back!
Billy Badson: It's great to be back, Ace! First off, I want to thank all of the fans that sent me get-well soon cards and were there by my side while I recovered...
Ace Rodgers: That reminds me... how is your ticker doing?
Billy Badson: My ticker is fine, Ace. Fine enough to wrestle, that's for sure.
Ace Rodgers: Well, that's--...
Before Ace can continue, Arran Hayden walks into the scene, wearing a pair of sunglasses. He has a cocky smirk on his face, as he steps in front of Billy.
Arran Hayden: Badson... why couldn't you have just died? It's time for the newer, younger generation of stars to step up. People like me. Your kind just needs to retire and die in a gutter somewhere because--
Billy interjects himself.
Billy Badson: You listen here, kid. How dare you disrespect me! You need to learn some respect!
Arran Hayden: Oh, really? Who's going to teach me? You? Don't make me laugh.
Billy scrunches up his face... and then slaps Arran across the jaw, sending his shades flying.
Billy Badson: I told you to learn a bit of respect, you little punk kid.
Arran Hayden: We'll see about this, you old bag.
The two get into a shoving match, which is soon broken up by various officials. In the midst of it all is Ace Rodgers, who looks squished and deflated. We may as well go to the next scene.
Billy Badson stared up the entrance ramp, as “I Stand Alone” by Godsmack finally blared over the arena’s sound system. Phayze hadn’t even appeared from the backstage curtain, but Badson slowly rolled under the bottom rope to exit the ring anyway. He walked up the entrance way and as he reached the top, Phayze snatched the curtain back. He received a small pop, but Badson didn’t allow him to soak it in. He delivered a drop toe hold and Phayze landed face first into the stage.
Before Phayze could even react to the pain, Badson dropped to his knees and locked him in an abdominal stretch. Phayze inched himself up off the ground, but still struggled to gain his footing. Badson had somehow managed to keep the maneuver applied. Finally up, Phayze slammed his elbow into Badson’s midsection a few times and escaped the hold. Wasting no time, Phayze tried to capitalizing but left himself open. Badson took the opportunity and rushed forward with a hard clothesline. It worked, but not how he wanted. The impact from the blow knocked Phayze back just a little, but he still stood on his feet. He looked at Badson with an angry look on his face.
Badson didn’t hesitate. He lunged at Phayze, but this time he hoped off his feet and soared through the air. His shoulder connected perfectly with Phayze’s chest and Phayze found himself floored again. Badson landed next to Phayze. Regaining his composure, Badson pushed himself up to his feet. He walked around to Phayze’s legs and lifted them up. His stepped his leg in between them and twisted Phayze into a Sharpshooter.
Phayze screamed out in pain and Badson ignored the referee running up the ramp. Finally reaching the two men, he tried breaking the hold Badson had on Phayze but it was no use. More referees ran from the back and tried convincing Badson to release Phayze. He just shook his head no in response to them and instead stretched Phayze’s legs back farther to apply more pressure.
Releasing the hold, Badson picked Phayze up and took him down to the ring. The referee for the match followed him and watched as he rolled Phayze into the ring. Badson rolled in and clutched Phayze’s head legs into a Sharpshooter again. Right after the referee called for the bell, Phayze tried pulling himself to the rope. Almost reaching it, Badson pulled him back away from it. Phayze found himself in the center of the ring screaming out in pain. He raised his hand to tap the mat and his hand came down making a thunderous sound echo throughout the arena.
He wasn’t submitting; he was pulling himself closer to the ropes. He successfully grabbed a hold of the ropes and Badson released him. Phayze didn’t stand to his feet, instead he reached down at his legs. Seeing this, Badson dragged him away from the ropes. He picked him up and a headlock followed. Phayze prepared himself this time and pushed himself out of the lock using an Irish Whip. Badson bounced off the closet rope and Phayze grappled him, but Badson rolled him up into a pin. The referee hit the mat and started the three count.
1...
2…
Badson raised Phayze’s shoulder himself and then another headlock. The referee walked over to raise Phayze’s hand. He raised it.
1…
2…
3…
4…
5…
6…
7…
8…
9….
Phayze’s arm started to twitch to life and as he was about to shake Badson, it fell back to his side.
10!
Badson released Phayze for the final time and stood to his feet. The referee pointed at him and raised his arm in the air. Mixed reactions came from the crowd, as Badson exited the ring and walked to the back. Phayze still laid in the middle of the ring.
Winner: Billy Badson
In the back, Kyphael is shown sitting on a bench, admiring his new Television Title, which he won by defeating Trenton Pierce in the finals of the TV Title Tournament. He is in deep thought, possibly thinking about his upcoming match against Jimmy Luciano, who earned the title shot at Santa's Revenge. His thoughts are soon broken by the sounds of a familiar cackling and laughing. He looks up and sees pink.
Kyphael: Well, well, well, if it isn't an old friend. What the hell are you doing here?
Standing in front of Kyphael is Morgana, along with her pal, Adora, who is fresh off her match with Tony Millennia.
Both Wifeys stop their laughing once they come across Kyphael, who stands to his feet, glaring both women down; most noticeably Morgana, his old rival.
Morgana: My, my; aren't you a tessellate of angst. All I'm doing is passing-by, just to get ready for my... main event match. Have you been in the main event yet... "Kyphael"?
Not saying a word, Kyphael takes a step backand props up his Television Title.
Kyphael: No, but I have this.
He smirks, hoping to get beneath Morgana's skin. At Morgana's side, Adora rolls her eyes and chimes in.
Adora: Whatever. This is lame, and so are you.
Obviously, Adora points towards Kyphael and then starts walking away.
Adora: I'll talk to you after the main event, Wifey; after you walk out with the Lust Title.
Putting emphasis on "The Lust Title", Adora walks away, leaving Kyphael slightly peturbed.
Kyphael: You know, why don't you go away? Go bother someone else! I've had enough of you years ago.
Feigning a frown, Morgana begins to slowly step away, pretending to hold back tears, even adding some faux-sniffles to her cause.
Morgana: Fine... "Kyphael"... I'll go. [she sniffs] I'm sorry for bothering you before your big match. [she sniffs, again] I'll never both you again. [one final sniff]
Kyphael: Yeah, good. Go on; shoo!
Hoisting the Television Title over his right shoulder, Kyphael pats it and watches as Morgana walks away.
Kyphael: Hmmph.
...Wait. Morgana steps back into the scene.
Morgana: Before I go, there's one thing I want to do. And I've been wanting to do it ever since Santa's Revenge.
Kyphael: Oh, yeah?
Morgana: Yeah, let's see here...
She trails off, as she reaches forward, places both hands on Kyphael's bald head and commences rubbing it. Flustered and annoyed, Kyphael steps back, flinging his arms everywhere, wanting no part of it.
Kyphael: What... what the hell?!
Morgana removes her hands.
Morgana: Yup, I knew it. You really are just like a dickhead.
Snickering, Morgana skips off,leaving Kyphael angry, ruffled and flustered; which is not good, considering his upcoming title defense is just around the corner.
"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.
( Jay-Z voice over... )
"This is a state of emergency..."
( All of a sudden, the following flash on the screen... )
IMMORTAL LEGEND STATUS
THE PAST.
THE PRESENT.
THE FUTURE.
( "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 and the match gets underway.
Jimmy Luciano runs across the ring towards Kyphael, but the quick-thinking Kyphael hits a drop-toe-hold. Luciano falls on his face and bleeds at the nose, as Kyphael follows up with a single leg crab. Luciano forgets about his bleeding nose for the moment and crawls to the nearest bottom rope, forcing Kyphael to break the submission hold. Kyphael allows Luciano to get up to his feet, but Luciano is slow to get up.
"The Wrestling Heretic" Kyphael helps Luciano up to his feet by draping Luciano's arm around his neck and delivering an atomic drop, forcing Luciano to grab hold of the family jewels and retreat to the corner. Continuing on the offensive, Kyphael hits an overhead belly-to-belly, dropping Luciano in the middle of the ring.
In a rush, Kyphael climbs to the 2nd rope and drives an elbow to Luciano's windpipe. Luciano clutches his throat, as he tries to scream in agony, but Kyphael doesn't give Luciano a chance to catch a breather, as he grabs Luciano's feet and slingshots him back into the corner. In a rage, Kyphael once again keeps on the attack, as he applies a waistlock to deliver a german suplex.
This time, Luciano has different plans, as he hits a mule-kick, forcing Kyphael to release the waistlock and grabs his own testes. He then steps into the corner, trying to regain his breath.
Rather than taking advantage of the hurt Kyphael, Luciano ducks and rolls outside of the ring, as he tries to get his wits about him. He paces around the ring, slapping his own face trying to awaken his senses. He even snatches a beer out of a fan's hand, but rather than down it, he splashes it on his face and slides back into the ring.
Kyphael is quick to attack Luciano, however, as he lays a stomping to Luciano's upper back. Luciano grabs onto one of Kyphael's kicks and pulls it towards him, forcing him to lose his balance and fall on his back. He doesn't let go of Kyphael's foot, as he twists it, forcing Kyphael on his belly, but Kyphael uses Luciano's own momentum, in flipping Luciano over completely and drops him to the mat.
Kyphael gets up this feet first, but not before Luciano can make it up to his knees. Luciano bumrushes Kyphael, forcing him backwards against the ropes. Luciano grabs the middle rope and drives the shoulder to Kyphael's midsection.
Still the least hurt, Kyphael manages to free his own hands and delivers an axehandle to Luciano's upper back dropping Luciano back to his knees. Kyphael delivers another axehandle smash to Luciano and wraps his legs around Luciano's head with a standing leg scissors. He lifts Luciano up and delivers a Powerbomb in the center of the ring and goes for the cover. The referee drops and slaps the canvas...
...1...2....
Luciano gets the shoulder up. In response, Kyphael claps at the referee to make a faster count.
Next, he picks Luciano up and whips him to the ropes and sets up for a hip toss... but Luciano blocks the attempt! He steps around Kyphael and attempts a hip toss of his own, delivering it with ease.
A hip toss won't keep Kyphael down, as he just grabs his lower back and rises up to his feet. Luciano hits a knee to the breadbasket and applies a front facelock, adjusting it, before lifting Kyphael off the ground vertically. Kyphael won't have any of it, though, and weighs his lower body down, forcing Luciano to lower him again.
As wise and as dirty as ever, Kyphael drops to his knee and delivers a low blow! Kyphael keeps the arm tucked in between Luciano's legs as he lifts him up with a fireman's carry. Kyphael delivers the Starlight Extinction, driving Luciano's head to the canvas. Luciano lies motionless as Kyphael doesn't even attempt to hook the leg and covers Luciano in a non-chalant manner...
...1...2...3!
The referee calls for the bell as Kyphael gets up off his fallen opponent. As the ring announcer goes to declare Kyphael as the winner of the match, the referee attempts to grab Kyphael's arm and raise it in victory, but Kyphael pulls it away and raises both his arms under his own power. As Kyphael walks towards the locker room, Jimmy Luciano begins to come to his senses, obviously not realizing why he's in the ring.
Winner: Kyphael
Nikita's seen standing over a table backstage, grabbing a bottle of water. However, her privacy is interupted by a one Tony Millennia who comes up from behind and grabs her mostly healed hand. He wrenches it back, forcing Nikita to arch back in an attempt to lessen the pain.
Tony Millennia: How's that hand doing?
Tony's taunting is put to a halt when a man runs into the picture brandishing a tire iron and wraps it around Tony's throat. From behind, the man wrenches back on Millennia's neck, forcing him to release Nikita and attempt to fend off the mysterous person choking him out. Tony's face quickly turns red, then purple, before he is dropped to the floor where he graps his neck. Finally, the man flips his long hair behind his head and looks at Nikita, revealing himself as Mike Phantasy.
Mike Phantasy: I'm back!
Nikita pauses and stares at Phantasy with a slightly arched brow. She tilts her head and smirks before grabbing her bottle of water. With Millennia writhing around and gasping for air, Phantasy places his arm tightly around her shoulders and they walk away together, stepping over a heap of Millennia in the process.
Mike Phantasy: You know, it's good to be back.
Fade out.
The bass guitar work of Dave Novotny from Saliva pulses throughout the arena and fills the ears of the fans, a guitar riff follows and then Josey Scott yells “Yeah!”. The drummer, Paul Crosby, breaks in and lead-guitarist, Jonathan Montoya, picks up right behind him. An explosion in the background of the music occurs and flames ignite within the entrance area.
With these words, Arran slaps the backstage curtain out of his way. He pauses under the video feed screen, smirks, and uses his fingers to imitate pistols. He closes his eyes and lowers his head. He fires once...
bang...!
...and more flames erupt around him.
He fires again...
bang...!
Even more flames ereupt.
He does it three more times...
bang... bang... bang!
...Which causes three strings of flames to burst up from the walkway area.
A place where no one follows me, I walk alone!
Huh!
I’m sick of all these people talkin’ out their heads.
I’ve never understood a damn thing that they said.
From words to actions never knowing what they’re about!
I guess I’ll have to chew them up and spit them out!
And I'll say!
I walked for miles inside this pit of danger!
I've swallowed down a thousand years of anger!
The weight of the world is falling on my shoulders!
A place where no one follows me, I walk alone!
Huh!
Arran slowly opens his eyes and looks up. The crowd starts to boo, even though an assortment of camera flashes light up the arena, as he makes his way to the ring. Sliding under the bottom rope, Arran stands to his feet, only to slide out to the announcer's table. He signals for his music to be cut and it fades out to silence. Arran grabs Lex Robinson's headset.
Arran Hayden: The most villainous man in the history of Sin is now in your presence!
Arran throws the headset up against Lex's head and goes to re-enter the ring, only to stop, look beneath the apron and pull out a briefcase. The same briefcase that contains the money for the hit on Trenton Pierce. Walking over to grab the microphone from the ring announcer, he goes to speak in it.
Arran Hayden: Ladies and gentleman, you all saw Trenton Pierce get taken out tonight! And it's about time that someone stepped up to the plate and took this money! Severus Wolfe... this money is yours!
Before anything else could be said, though, "I Will Be Heard" by Hatebreed blares over the speakers.
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, showing signs of discomfort from the wailing he received earlier from Severus Wolfe, who debuted by attacking Trenton.
Everyone in attendance is shocked by Trenton's bravery, as he makes his way down to the ringside area, holding his ribcage, and sliding into the ring. As he does this, a very peturbed Arran Hayden slides in, as well, still carrying the briefcase and goes to clock Trenton with it. However, Trenton is aware of this incoming attack, so he ducks down, resulting in Arran missing him.
From behind, Trenton unloads on Arran with a flurry of punches, kicks and stomps; even though the third competitor, Morgana, has yet to even make her way out. After a quick discus punch, Trenton drops Arran, who incidentally also drops the briefcase, as he sends it flying over the top rope and onto the floor.
Walking over to the ropes, Trenton seems almost ready to go out of his element with a tope, only to have the third entrance make her presence felt, stopping him.
The arena darkens as the first chords of "Date With the Night" by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs tear through the sound system, sparking the words "Morgana" to etch across the blank screen in bold pink script. The crowd cheers loudly as pink fireworks explode down the ramp, and Morgana saunters out from back stage, wearing a miniscule pink and black skort, black fishnets, knee-high boots and a tight black tank top, her pink hair pulled into two loose braids. Basking in the cheers of the crowd, Morgy slowly makes her way to the ring, pausing every so often to blow kisses to fans in the front row. Before she can enter the ring, Arran Hayden rolls back in, getting to his feet behind Trenton Pierce, who has since changed his focus to Morgana. When the time is right, Arran vaults forward and strikes Trenton with a stifling forearm to the back of his neck, dropping him onto his knees.
Pulling Trenton up, Arran strikes him with some knees, kicks and punches, eventually holding Trenton close, locking his arms behind him, while demanding that Morgana enter the ring by hitting Trenton with a flying dropkick. Seemingly obliging with Arran's wishes, Morgana hops onto the apron and quickly ascends to the top rope. She doesn't leap off right away, though, as she opts to blow some more kisses to the crowd. When she figures that the time is right, she soars off, pushing her feet forward, hoping to hit a flying dropkick.
...Except she strikes Arran Hayden, as Trenton Pierce is able to regain his wits in time, allowing him to break free of Arran's clutches.
Kicking right back up to her feet, Morgana watches as an angst-ridden Arran Hayden rolls back to his feet and charges at her. Thinking quickly, she ducks beneath his clothesline-attempt, only to have him walk right into a huge spear that literally turns Arran 360 degrees in the air.
Acting as a unified team, Trenton and Morgana hoist Arran up and then whip him across the ring. Upon his return, Morgana drop-toe-holds him, while Trenton drops down to a knee, driving Arran's face squarely into it. Seconds later, Trenton lifts Arran back up and then snap-suplexes him back down, quickly floating over into a pinfall attempt.
...1...2...
Shocked at Trenton's attempt at such an easy pinfall, Morgana focuses on his already injured ribcage and then stomps on him, breaking the count. As Trenton rises up onto his knees, feeling the pain from the stomp, Morgana bursts off the ropes and returns with a baseball-slide dropkick, also allowing her to senton onto Arran Hayden.
Again, Morgana snaps right back up, keeping crosshairs targeted on Trenton Pierce, who rises to his feet, trying to regain his balance. She charges at him, jumps onto his shoulders and goes for a huracanrana; but he has other plans. Keeping her help up in the air, despite Morgana's best attempts at dropping herself, via some fists to his skull, Trenton soon brings her crashing hard onto the mat with a strict, stiff powerbomb.
Stumbling back, Trenton shows signs of the injury he obtained earlier by using the ropes to keep him afloat. Eyeing this, Arran Hayden is keen to take advantage of things, using this lapse of time and concentration to get back to his feet and charge at Trenton. Extending his right arm, Arran Hayden clotheslines both Trenton and himself over the top rope and onto the floor, knowing full-well that there are relaxed rules in Lust Title matches, hoping to use this to his advantage.
Out on the floor, Arran picks up a steel chair, which he grabs from the ringside area, and uses the edge of it to smack into Trenton's ribs/back. He even opens up the chair, sits Arran on it and then climbs up onto the apron, where he makes a throat-slash signal. In a matter of seconds, Arran is rushing forward, leaping off the side of the apron and giving a sit-down splash onto Trenton's shoulders, thus smashing him and the chair into a crumpled heap.
As Trenton and Arran lay prone on the floor, Morgana rises to her feet in the center of the ring, gaining a large ruckus of applause from the fans. Feeding off this energy, she bounces off the furthest set of ropes, springs forward and then springboards off the top rope of the nearest set of ropes. Setting her body asail, she is able to contrort and twist her body several times, ala a trained gymnast, and land hard on both Arran and Trenton with a modified corkscrew shooting-star press/splash.
Yes, of course the fans rally into a loud "holy shit!" chant.
All three competitors lie on the floor, semi-conscious, with Morgana being the first to get up. Knowing the relaxed rules of Lust Title matches, also, Morgana picks up the announcer's chair, eyeing it nicely. Waiting for Arran to rise, she throws it in his direction when ready. However, instead of him catching it, he ducks; and instead, Trenton Pierce latches onto it. Realzing this, Arran Hayden whips his body around and punches the chair into Trenton's skull, knocking him backwards.
...Unfortunately, it also does some damage to Arran's own hand, which Morgana capitalizes on.
With Arran's back turned, Morgana dropkicks him, sending him chest-first into the nearby ring post, forcing him to topple over Trenton Pierce. Grabbing his pretty-boy hair, Morgana lifts him right back up, grabs his hand and then smacks it off the ring apron. Furthermore, she retains her hold on Arran's hand and then bounces it off the ring post, creating a sickening thud, as it meets the cold, hard steel.
Not being one to actually want to aide Arran, Trenton rises to his feet and watches as Morgana continues to bash his swollen, throbbing hand all over the ring. In due time, he picks up the steel chair, wields it close to his body and soon unloads with a wickedly violent chairshot to the back of Morgana, dropping her to the floor. On top of that, he even holds the chair above his own head and brings it crashing down onto her back for the second time in a row.
Arran Hayden goes to thank him for the help, but Trenton Pierce repays him with a chairshot to Arran's own temple, dropping him, as well. Picking Arran Hayden up, Trenton wastes little time in rolling him back into the ring, sliding in behind him. On his own two feet, Trenton holds his ribcage, while unleashing a series of kicks and stomps onto Arran, who slowly crawls into the corner, hoping to evade the attacks from Trenton. Arran even goes as far as to request a time-out, but to no avail; as Trenton moves in closer, continuing with a large flow of kicks.
One-by-one, Trenton kicks Arran in the chest, hoping to wind him, wanting revenge and justice for everything Arran Hayden has done to him. Likewise, Arran Hayden wants vengeance on Trenton, which he hopes to find, by reaching forward and using his right arm to lowblow Trenton, stopping his attack.
Like a snake, Arran slithers to his feet, bashes Trenton's skull off the top turnbuckle and pulls him into the center of the ring, where he atomic drops Trenton. Arran bounces off the ropes, hoping to storm back with some sort of attack, only to have Morgana get back to her feet, reach up and then trips Arran as he charges out.
Hopping onto the apron, Morgana fends off an attack from an angry Arran Hayden by leaning back, using the middle rope as a support. This allows Arran to leave a gaping hole in his defense, which Morgy capitalizes on, as she charges her shoulder forward, catching him in the gut with a stiff shoulderblock. Hunched over, Arran is easy prey for Morgana, who slingshots herself into the ring, sprnigboards off Arran's back and then flies through the air, latches onto Trenton's head and huracanranas him!
Again, Morgana gets another loud cheer thanks to her daredevil tactics, which she uses to pump her up, as she climbs back to ehr feet, ducking beneath a running clothesline from Arran Hayden, who is still angry. Having Trenton out of it, she is able to catch Arran on the rebound with a quesadora, grab onto his head and then try to bulldog him onto the mat. Unfortunately, Arran is aware of her plan and uses the momentum against her, slamming her hard onto the mat with an atomic whip.
Hoping to downgrade momentum, Arran walks around to Morgana's legs, grabs onto both of her feet and then grapevines her left around his left; and her right leg around his right leg. He then decides to reach forward, whilst applying pressure on her legs/thighs, and butterfly-locking her, cutting off the oxygen to her brain.
Desperately wanting her to tap out, so that he can win, Arran sits back, clinching the hold in even further, allowing Trenton Pierce to recover on the side of the apron. Nevertheless, Arran's attention remains solely focused on Morgana, who makes several cries of anguish, while Arran literally tries to turn her into a pretzel.
Struggling for freedom, Morgana tries punching Arran in the ribs and arms. It isn't until she is able to reach around and apply a submission lock onto his previously damaged wrist, that she is able to find a safety net. Squeezing his wrist, she results in him feeling a tingling shock go up his entire arm, forcing him to release the hold on her.
Rolling to the side, she is able to rise to her feet, where she wristlocks Arran, hoping to do even more damage to his hand, but is driven to the mat when Trenton Pierce enters and totally obliterates her with a running clotheslines. Again, Arran Hayden applauds Trenton, thanking him for the help; and yet again, the same outcome occurs -- feauturing Trenton striking Arran Hayden with a stiff punch to the nose, dropping him onto his back.
Wiping a small trickle of blood away from his nose, Arran rises up to his feet and angrily gets in Trenton's face, causing both men to get into a staredown and then a shovefest. This concrentration fault allows for Morgana to stand to her feet behind Trenton and charge at them.
Grabbing onto Trenton's head with a 3/4 facelock, Morgana climbs up Arran Hayden and pushes off his chest with her right foot, hoping to hit the Fata Morgana onto Trenton Pierce. Her desire is thwarted, though, as Arran grabs onto her foot, while Trenton holds her steady. As a unit, Trenton and Arran charge towards the ropes and fling Morgana over the top rope, forcing her to crash over the guard railing and into the front row!
Left alone in the ring, Trenton and Arran return to trading lefts-and-rights, eventually seeing Arran duck beneath a swinging punch from Trenton, allowing him to half-nelson Trenton, knee him in the gut a couple of times and then drive him down into the canvas with a fisherman's buster.
He goes for the cover...
...1...2...
But at the count of two, Arran stops the count and pulls the severely injured Trenton Pierce up to a sitting position, laughing at his expense. Dropping down, Arran slides out of the ring and stands on the floor, confusing everyone. He drops down again and searches beneath the ring apron once more. Unlike the first time, when he pulled out a briefcase, Arran Hayden pulls out a small, shiny, silver object.
Handcuffs.
Grabbing the chair that had been used earlier, Arran rolls back into the ring with the cuffs and the chair, passing right by Morgana, who has since slid over the ring railing, landing back on the arena floor.
Once inside of the ring, Arran holds the handcuffs over his head, getting a major jeer from everyone in attendance. He sets them down, only so he can focus on Trenton Pierce, who is slowly rising to his feet. Tip-toeing over to Pierce, Arran receives a shot to the gut, but that isn't enough to completely faze him, as he fires back with a kneelift to Trenton Pierce's face.
Bloody nose and all, Arran hoists Trenton up, pulls him in between his legs and then hits him with not one; not two; but three consecutive powerbombs -- a move that he likes to call the Hayden Bomb. It's obvious that it has done major damage to Trenton's ribs, which had already been injured thanks to Severus Wolfe.
Using his one uninjured hand, Arran hooks onto Trenton's left arm and begins tubbing him near the ropes, finding it kind of difficult thanks to Trenton's lifelessness. Lifting Trenton Pierce up, Arran slings him against the ropes, holding him there, punching him and then picking up the handcuffs. Soaking up the jeers, Arran wipes some blood away from his nose, which is now leaking like a blood-red faucet, and places Trenton's left hand into one of the cuffs, hooking the other cuff into the top rope.
He looks towards the other portion of the ring -- where the dented chair is located. Picking it up, he smirks and looks at Trenton Pierce, who is beyond repair. The chair is risen...
Smash!
With one sick smack, Arran Hayden cracks the chair off the top of Trenton Pierce's skull, busting him wide open.
He rises the chair again.
Smash!
For the second time in a row, the chair is blasted against Trenton's skull.
It's lifted up for yet another chairshot.
Things change this time, as the attention of the fans turn towards the entrance, where Billy Badson is shown jogging to the ring. As Arran Hayden hoists the chair above his head, Billy slides into the ring, grabs the chair out of his hands and saves Trenton Pierce from getting whacked.
Upset by this interference, Arran gets into Billy's face and commences arguing with him. They go chest-to-chest, huffing and puffing, until Arran winds back and goes to punch Billy. The older, wiser Billy Badson has others plans, though.
Ducking beneath Arran's fist, Billy turns around, still with the chair in his hands and clocks Arran upside the head with it, much to the delight of the fans. Seeing what's happening inside of the ring, Morgana gets to her feet on the floor, climbs onto the apron and then elevates her way to the top turnbuckle pad.
As Billy exits the ring, while the fans are going nuts, Morgana decides to jump off the top turnbuckle and soar through the air, landing atop Arran Hayden with the Morgasm. The referee drops down, ready to make the count, with the fans counting along...
...1...2...
......3!
Handcuffed to the top rope, Trenton Pierce is unable to break the count; even though he is barely conscious from the chairshots. "Date With the Night" by the Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs plays over the speakers and Morgana is awarded with the Lust Title by the referee.
Shortly after the three is made, she is joined in the ring by Adora, who was also victorious tonight, as she defeated Tony Millennia. Adora congratulates Morgana on her win and they both leap to the floor, continuing their celebrations with the fans, while Arran Hayden remains down and Trenton is handcuffed to the top rope.
However...
...
it is my destiny...
To weep alone in the dark,
it is my destiny...
To die all alone without your love,
it is my destiny...
Sin Wrestling's Return to Darkness,
After the last message is displayed, the screen goes to static and the arena lights start to flicker on and off. Everyone around the ringside area stands confused, not knowing what's happening.
Finally, Stryker Graff appears and starts his march down to the ring, making his grand debut to Sin Wrestling, ever since leaving back in October.
Once in the ring, Stryker immediately takes out all-comers, including the referee and several other officials, who had removed Trenton Pierce from the 'cuffs. When all is said and done, Stryker is the only one left in the ring, while Morgana, along with Adora, stands on the floor, wondering why he ruined her victory celebration.
Stryker Graff even looks up at the entranceway to find the Sin Wrestling World Champion, Nikita, staring back at him. Everyone is well-aware of their prior feud and she stands, aghast, just like everyone else.
To end the show, Stryker just points at the World Championship making it knownthat he is coming back for the championship he never lost.
Fade out.
Winner: Morgana