Before tonight's even can get underway, Phayze and AJ Tyler make their way out to the ring, where they will participate in a match before the fans in attendance. When both men are in the ring, the bell rings and Phayze immediately tries to get things in his favor by using his power. However, AJ Tyler has other plans, as he is able to use his speed advantage.
In fact, as Phayze goes for a running powerslam from out of the corner, AJ Tyler is able to slip his way out of Phayze's clutches and dropkick him into the opposite set of turnbuckles. When Phayze bounces off the pads, he stumbles back into a back-cracker from AJ, which he calls the High Defintion. Having the big man, Phayze, perfectly laid out, AJ Tyler climbs to the top rope and hits the Twistsault, landing hard on Phayze.
He proceeds to cover him...
...1...2...3!
After being declared the winner, AJ Tyler has his hand raised, proud to finally have a spot full-time on the roster.
Winner: AJ Tyler
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, wearing her newfound World Championship title around her waist.
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!
While walking down to the ringside area, she slaps the hands of several fans, allowing them to rub against her and her World Title. Walking around the ring, she heads over to the timekeeper's area, grabs the microphone from the ring announcer and rolls into the ring, proudly displaying her new belt by raising her arms into the air. She soon steps into the center of the ring, where a spotlight rains down on her, allowing her to commence talking.
Nikita: I...
Before Nikita can continue, she receives a standing cheer from the audience, who applauds her effort, congratulating her on her rise to the top.
Nikita: Thank you! Thank you all!
Again, more applause.
Nikita: First of all, I want to thank all of you for staying by my side; even when no one else would. You all know who and what I am talking about.
The crowd jeers.
Nikita: I want to thank Corey Page for giving me this opportunity.
The fans cheer.
Nikita: And...
Again, Nikita is cut-off; this time by Tony Millennia, who comes out to the top of the entrance, holding a blindfold and some shackles, signifying the position in which Nikita will be in tonight.
Nikita: Oh great. What do you want? I'll deal with you later. This is my time now. So, you, Stryker Graff, Shane Donovan, or anyone else can go to hell.
Just as she says his name, Stryker Graff appears in the upper-balcony, where a spotlight shines down onto him. His arms are folded and he has a shrill smirk on his face.
Nikita: Now what?
Keeping her eyes glazed on Tony, while trying to make sure Stryker Graff doesn't come down to the ringside area, Nikita is taken aback when Shane Donovan enters from the crowd. Dressed in his street clothes, and without the Purity Title, which was stolen from him by Dan Black, Shane slides inside, holding his own microphone.
Nikita: I'm not afraid of any of you.
Unaware that Shane Donovan is stalking her down from behind, Nikita becomes alarmed when he taps her on the shoulder. Jumping up, Nikita becomes wide-eyed, seeing Shane standing in front of her. He begins to speak.
Shane Donovan: No worries. I'm not here to attack you. I'm here to make sure you know something. Let me get to the point: as you can see, my Purity Title isn't here; some guy has stolen it. Do I care? No! And why not?
He smirks.
Shane Donovan: Because I'm coming for that.
He points to the World Title around Nikita's waist.
Shane Donovan: And I'll get it, too. Whenever I want. It could be later tonight, tomorrow, or two weeks from now. But keep in mind, that I am coming after it. Do you understand me?
Nikita: I...
Once more, Nikita is cut-off.
Shane Donovan: Do you understand me?!
Rolling her eyes, Nikita says nothing, as she bites her lower lip.
Nikita: Fine.
Shane Donovan: Good. Now, as I can see, I am interrupting something here, so I'll step out, now.
Smiling, Shane rolls out of the ring, watching as Tony Millennia slides in on the opposite side, attacking Nikita from behind, much to the amusement of Stryker Graff, who watches from the rafters. On the floor, Shane Donovan climbs back into the crowd, turning around, just to watch as Tony attacks Nikita from behind, dropping her down to her knees. having the World Champ down, Tony goes to shackle her, in preparation for his upcoming match, but is stopped when Mike Phantasy, along with a chair, runs down to the ringside area, slides in and chases him off.
The fades out, last showing Mike Phantasy holding the chair, aiming at Tony Millennia, forcing him to back-off and retreat. He even points to Stryker Graff, who manages to return to the shadows. Mike aides Nikita in getting back to her feet before the camera fades out.
At the last card, Shawn Samson no-showed, thus giving Summer Ashton the default win. This week, however, he does show, as "Takin' Ova" by Tommy Tee hits, bringing him down to the ring. Seconds later, "True Confessions" by RJD2 hits and Ali Khadafi, fresh off a dubious appearance at the last card, makes his entrance.
When the bell rings, Shawn Samson and Ali Khadafi staredown in the center of the ring. Khadafi, of course, doesn't step away from Shawn Samson's gazes, even after Samson slaps him. Grinning, Khadafi continues to glare down Shawn Samson, who decides to bounce off the ropes, trying to shake Khadafi with a running forearm to the face.
But it fails.
Khadafi remains standing, angering Shawn Samson, who bounces off the ropes for a second time, only to run right into a harsh kick to the gut from Khadafi. Falling on his back, Shawn Samson can only watch in horror as Ali Khadafi unloads a fury of stomps onto him, kicking him into the corner, until Shawn Samson is forced to flee to the outside.
Obviously, Khadafi follows him out here, which results in both men brawling back-and-forth, Khadafi not even bothering to execute any sort of wrestling move. After fish-hooking Shawn Samson's mouth, Khadafi heaves him face-first into the ring ropes and then rolls him back inside, following him in, like a voracious animal.
In here, Khadafi tries to literally kick and stomp Samson's teeth down his throat, even grabbing his tongue, pulling it as far as possible out of his mouth, and stomping on it. Despite Khadafi's eager to hurt and maim, and even stomp on his tongue, Shawn Samson is able to fight back.
After Ali Khadafi misses what appears to be a clothesline -- no, wait -- an overly eager punch, Shawn Samson is able to duck down and bounce back off the opposite set of ropes and return with a Thesz Press, knocking Khadafi down. He straddles Khadafi's chest, wounding him with some punches and forearms, hoping to keep the sadistic madman down.
He goes as far as to allow Khadafi to return to a standing position, only to kick him between the legs a second later. Shortly following that, Shawn Samson pulls Ali Khadafi between his legs, standing headscissoring him. He nails a leaping piledriver, which he hopes will keep Khadafi down, as he rolls back to his feet, smiling at the damage he's done. Sadly, though, Khadafi gets up, smirking at Samson's lack of offensive damage.
Returning the favor with a blow to Khadafi's skull, thanks to his right fist, Shawn Samson goes to give him another piledriver. This time, his attempt is thwarted by Khadafi, who uses his skull to headbutt Shawn Samson in the groin a couple of times.
Crumpled over, kneeling down, Shawn Samson is easy prey for Khadafi, who bounces off the ropes and returns with a running knee to Samson's face, striking him directly in the nose. Khadafi hoists Shawn Samson up and everyone expects him to drop him with another punch, but surprise echoes across the arena as Ali Khadafi applies a wristlock.
Of course, this wristlock came from the confusion of having his eye poked by Shawn Samson. Nevertheless, Ali Khadafi soon makes a keen transition of a wristlock attempt, into biting Shawn Samson's forehead, creating a tiny trickle of blood to stream down his face.
Angered at this, Samson makes a swing at Khadafi, who ducks -- and to everyone's surprise, yet again -- and atomic drops Shawn Samson. He then kicks Shawn Samson in the testicles and bashes him in the skull with an elbow.
In a scene that would make Billy Badson cringe, Khadafi commences kicking at Samson's face, bruising him up, forcing him to crawl back into the corner. Once they are near the buckles, Khadafi goes to knee Shawn Samson in the face, but the battered Samson blocks the knee-shot. Instead, he double-leg takedowns Khadafi and pushes all of his weight down into a jackknife cover, while placing his two feet on the middle rope.
Seeing this, the referee counts...
...1...2...3!
Obtaining the quick and cheap victory, Shawn Samson quickly rolls out of the ring, hoping to find safety from the savage that remains in the ring. Shawn decides to walk to the back, leaving the referee to the mercy of Ali Khadafi.
Angered at the loss, Ali Khadafi removes a fork from his boot, grabs the referee by the collar and then starts assaulting him with the fork. We're soon left with a massacre in the center of the ring, with Ali Khadafi hovering over the referee, leaving a trail of blood behind him, as he walks to the back.
Winner: Shawn Samson
It's a cold blustery day in Montreal, Quebec, when Adora is shown walking into the arena for tonight's Eternity broadcast. In her hand, she is carrying a bag, containing... something. Either way, she walks straight ahead, coming close to the arena's backstage entrance. As she comes closer, she brushes off the winter freeze that is attacking the city and is about to push open the door, but stops when she overhears someone grumbling to himself.
Adora: Who the...
Adora looks to her right, spotting Chris Extreme looking inside of a trash can.
Chris Extreme: ...Morgana... Morgana... what is a Morgana? Where is a Morgana?
Outside, in the freezing cold, wearing nothing but a pair of white boxers, Chris Extreme stops his trashcan-gazing and looks to his left, noticing Adora looking at him in awe.
Chris Extreme: Hello, ma'am, can you point me in the direction of a Morgana?
Surprised, either because she wasn't expecting Chris there, because he doesn't recognize her, or because of his general pleasantness, Adora just shakes her head and pushes open the door.
Chris Extreme: Bitch!
Stepping inside, she continues shaking her head, shrugging off Chris Extreme's insult. Shutting the door behind her, trapping the cold outside, along with Chris and his boxers, Adora enters the building. Right away, the first person she comes across is Morgana, the new Lust Champion.
Adora: You'll never believe who I just met... Chris Extreme.
Morgana: I heard!
Adora: How could you have ever fucked him? Ewwww! What a disgusting creep.
Morgana: Mmmhmmm. Anyhow, we've got more important matters tonight. I have my first-ever Lust Title defense, in a monstrous gauntlet match, no less. I'll probably even have to face that metrosexual, Stryker Graff. Did you see that guy?! He needs to figure out if he's a man or woman. Who does he even think he is -- interrupting my victory celebration! And you... you have to wrestle that literal dickhead, Kyphael.
Smirking, Adora pipes in.
Adora: Speaking of which...
Adora reaches into the bag and pulls out a picture.
Adora: Look what I got.
Morgana: Oh boy.
The camera doesn't show what the picture is, but needless to say, according to Morgana's reaction it is something filthy.
Adora: This will get that "dickhead" so pissed, it's not even funny.
Morgana: [cackles] You better believe it!
Without showing the camera what the image is, the two ladies skip away...
Seconds later, Chris Extreme pops open the door and steps inside, holding a rope.
Chris Extreme: Morgana... are you in here?! I'll find you and capture you!
With a grin, he sneaks off, as well. In fact, he even skips off in his white boxers.
A Perfect Circle's "Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm of the War Drums" starts playing, as the arena's lights dimmed in red light. The entrance flashed to the beat of the song as Konstantin Bryzgalov came down in a straight jacket. He simply entered the ring and ripped himself out of it with all of his might. Shortly after, Trent Turner wastes no time to come rushing down to the ring. The big man, Konstantin, though, takes him out quickly with a gigantic belly-to-belly suplex across the ring. From that moment, Konstantin starts to dominate, so to speak.
Soon enough, Trent Turner starts to overcome the big man and his strength. Turner unleashes some hard blows to his head and strikes him even harder with a big knee to the gut, which takes the breath out of him. Trent Turner eventually gets Konstantin down to the mat, on his belly, as Trent Turner catches Konstantin's, trying for an ankle lock.
Konstantin shows that he isn’t impressed with Trent's tactics, after he gets back to his feet. Konstantin simply proves his point by delivering a huge, quick power slam that leaves Trent Turner out cold on the canvas.
Konstantin begins to climb up to the middle rope, taunting the fans, as they boo him, while Trent Turner slowly gets to his feet and reaches Konstantin. As a result, Konstantin slips on the ropes, as he goes to the top, feeling his man-hood reach his throat. Trent makes it to the middle rope, getting a hold of Konstantin, landing the Death Valley Driver off the top rope.
Almost putting Konstantin Bryzgalov through the ring, Trent rolls over and covers the large man, who put up a valiant effort, but wasn't enough.
...1...2...3!
Having the match won, Trent rolls out of the ring, goes over to Lex Robinson, who had been announcing, and snatches the headphones out of his clutches. He puts them on his own head.
Trent Turner: Tonight, I overcame the much larger man; and then later, I'll show you all a little surprise that I have in store. After the humiliating loss at the last Eternity, I will show you all why I am better than Trenton Pierce and that I deserved to have the win over him!
Throwing down the headphones, Trent Turner walks away, listening to his music play in the background.
Winner: Trent Turner
Rope in hand, Chris Extreme walks through the backstage area, asking random crew members about the location of a "Morgana". Fondling the rope, as if stroking his own cock to thoughts of Morgana, Chris slowly begins to make a noose at the end of the rope.
Chris Extreme: What is a Morgana?! I need to find a Morgana!
He looks to his right, seeing Flame's dressing room.
Chris Extreme: I bet he knows a Morgana! He was trying to take the Morgana away from me last week! I will capture a Morgana and I will capture Flame!
Grabbing a chair, Chris Extreme climbs onto it, enabling him to reach up to the ceiling, allowing him to attach the rope and noose down.
Chris Extreme: With this noose, I will capture a Morgana! Barring that, I will capture Flame and force him to take me to Morgana!
As he stands on the chair, a pink rat squeals and scurries off, running past Chris and the chair. With his eyes sprung wide open, Chris leaps off the chair and chases after the pink rat.
Chris Extreme: Is that... is that...?
The rat squeals again.
Chris Extreme: Morgana!
Chris chases after the rat, running down the hallway, toppling over the chair, in the process, but leaves the noose hanging. We fade out, with the camera last showing the noose.
Hooded Man: Don’t just stand there. Go ahead and ask me, before I change my mind.
The voice belongs to none other than Arran Hayden himself, who leans up against the rental car registered to Billy Badson. His head was down and he held a carton of cigarettes in his hands. He removes the hood and lifts his head up to look Badson in the eyes. He smirks and adjusts his new shades.
Arran Hayden: Smoke?
Hayden twists the seal off from around the top of the box and pulls the remaning plastic from it. He takes a cigarette out and tries offering it to Badson. He then remembers one thing and pauses in his action.
Arran Hayden: I almost forgot, old man.
Instead of handing the cigarette to him, Hayden slid it in between his lips and chuckled lightly. He then shoves his index finger repeatedly into his own chest.
Arran Hayden: Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Hayden struck a match off of the rental car and scratches the paint in the process. He takes a long drag off the cigarette and then flicks it to the ground. He snarls at Badson, then out of nowhere, spears him to his back. Hayden stands to his feet and smirks.
Arran Hayden: You should've asked for a ride when you had the chance, old man.
Hayden picks Badson up and slams him head first into the side door of the car. The impact left a dent and Badson holding his head. Hayden doesn't stop there,either.
He continues the assault by smashing Badson's head through each window of the car. Upon smashing Badson's head through the last window, Hayden realizes he had finally busted him open. He chuckles to himself and pulls Badson from the window. He watched as Badson's body slumps to the ground.
Arran Hayden: Remember what I promised you!
Arran kicks Badson in the head.
Arran Hayden: Remember!
Hayden clutches Badson into a sleeper hold and squeezes tightly.
Arran Hayden: Rest in peace, old man.
Hayden continues to hold Badson in the lock, until he is unconscious. He pulls his cell phone from his pocket and dials a number.
Arran Hayden: Hi, my name is Arran Hayden. I just wanted to call you, so you'd know who is responsible for the death of your husband. Bye, bitch!
Arran snapped his cell phone shut and looks down at Badson. He strokes his chin and then signals to someone.
Arran Hayden: Is he dead?
A group of EMT's lift Badson onto a stretcher and hooked him up to a heart monitoring device. Signs are positive and Hayden yelled obscenities. Hayden plugs Badson's nose and covers his mouth. With Badson fighting to breathe, he slowly succumbs and his lines went flat. Hayden lets him go.
Arran Hayden: Give me the defibrillator.
Hayden yanks them from one of the EMT's. He rubs them together and pressed them down into Badson's chest.
Arran Hayden: Clear!
Badson's body pulls up and slams back down onto the stretcher. His vitals come back. Hayden jumps up-and-down, outrageously.
Arran Hayden: Holy shit! It worked! Haha!
Hayden throws the paddles to the ground and gets close enough to Badson, so that he could hear him.
Arran Hayden: Billy Badson versus Arran Hayden! Old versus New! In a handcuff match! The only way to win is to handcuff your opponent to the ring ropes. And when I do that, I will beat you to death, only to bring you back to life again. I control your fate, old man. Yoiu should never have interfered in my business!
And with that, Arran walks off, but not before kicking over the stretcher that carries Billy Badson.
A loud bang is heard in the arena as Belgarath makes his way to the ring while the fans boo. Black Label by Lamb of God continues to play as Belgarath makes his way to the ring slowly. When he reaches the ring, Belgarath slides under the bottom rope to enter and quickly gets to his feet. He wastes no time posing and stands in one corner of the ring, waiting for his opponent.
Once again the fans are treated to Lamb of God as Jonathan Cage makes his way through the curtain after a short pyro display. Cage appears pumped as he is jumping around, receiving a better ovation than his opponent. Cage hurries to the ring and climbs the steps to enter. Once in the ring, he climbs to the second rope and lifts his arms into the air. The fans acknowledge him and he jumps down as his music fades and the lights in the arena come up.
The bell sounds and Belgarath moves in for a clothesline that is ducked by Cage. Jonathan turns around and throws a few punches to the big man. Belgarath once again tries for a clothesline and this time successful, knocking Cage to the ground. Belgarath does not continue his attack, he is distracted by the boos of the audience.
Belgarath slowly approaches Cage and attempts to pick him up, but Cage grabs him by the trucks and throws him through the second rope and to the outside of the ring. Jonathan wastes no time getting to his feet and moving to the edge of the ring. He waits for Belgarath to get to his feet before launching himself over the top rope and onto Belgarath on the outside of the ring. Cage connects perfectly as he and his opponent land hard onto the concrete of the floor.
The referee begins his count as the competitors lay motionless on the outside of the ring. The fans in the arena are cheering, hoping to see movement out of either of the superstars. Jonathan Cage is the first to get to his feet as the referee reaches a count of six. Cage moves toward Belgarath and attempts to pick him up to his feet. Belgarath drives his shoulder into the stomach of Cage and whips him hard into the steel ring steps. The referee reaches a count of eight as Belgarath slowly approaches the ring.
Just before Belgarath is able to climb completely into the ring, Jonathan Cage grabs his right boot and pulls him back to the outside of the ring. The two men exchange heavy punches as the referee reaches a nine count. The men continue to throw punches, ignoring the count of the referee as he reaches a ten count and signals for the bell.
Jonathan Cage and Belgarath continue fighting on the outside of the ring as the bell continues to ring. The fans boo this contest and a mob of officials emerge from the back to break up the fight.
Winner: No Decision (Double Countout)
Newcomer, Monty Stice, is making his way through the hallway, wearing his steel mask, with his head down, thinking about his upcoming match. As he passes Flame's dressing room, he comes across a hanging rope and noose. Thinking about the racist overtones and symbology, Monty Stice takes a step back, obviously angered.
Monty Stice: What the fuck is going on here?!
Seconds later, Monty is joined by Ali Khadafi, who is also surprised about what he sees.
Ali Khadafi: The fuck is this shit? Some nigga's gonna pay for this shit.
Monty Stice: You damn believe it.
Monty and Khadafi both storm off, angered about the seemingly lack of respect shown towards them, believing that Corey Page has set this up.
Monty Stice comes out first, to a booing crowd. Johnnyboy enters next, sporting a Montreal Canadiens jersey and a goalie mask. He is without DJ Sancho, his man-slave. He poses for the crowd, while the camera explores Stice’s face/mask.
In the opening minutes of the match, Johnnyboy and Stice slug it out in the ring, each hitting the other’s mask, doing absolutely no damage. This continues until Stice shoves the referee and knocks Johnnyboy down. From this point, it is all Stice.
At least until the referee gets incapacitated by a wild shot. Several moments later, a person in a goalie mask jumps the barricade and slides into the ring. He distracts Stice, and attempts some lucha-style offense, which Stice doesn’t sell. Finally, the goalie-masked person springs off the ropes and lands a “1080 Golden Fire Kick To The Cock of Monty Stice” on Monty Stice, from which the raped non-wrestler goes down.
The referee gets back up to see Johnnyboy connect with his “Cherrypicker” and score the pin on Stice.
Post match, the other guy in the goalie mask rips his mask off and reveals himself as DJ Sancho, Johnnyboy’s man-slave. They frolic in the ring.
Winner: Johnnyboy
Corey Page is in the back, seated behind his desk, doing some paperwork, while Kitty Extreme sits on his lap. Kitty, as usual, is horny and is grinding her ass down onto Corey's cock.
Corey Page: Goddamnit, woman! I'm not a machine!
Kitty Extreme: Sowwies.
Corey returns to work, only to be startled by the thumping of the door splintering wide open.
Corey Page: Who -- or what -- the Christ?!
Stomping inside is Ali Khadafi and Monty Stice, who immediately step up to Corey's desk.
Ali Khadafi: Yo, what the fuck is goin' on with that noose? You trying to discriminate against "our kind"?
Monty Stice: Shit, for real. Are you trying to hate on us? What do you got going on here?
Puzzled, Corey Page has no idea how to respond.
Corey Page: what
Ali Khadafi: You know what we're talking about. There's some funny shit going down here; and we believe you're in on it.
Corey Page: Funny shit? The last I saw you, you were jabbing an icepick into Vincent Kane! Who are you to say what's funny?
Monty Stice interjects.
Monty Stice: Whoa, whoa, whoa. We're the new talent. You should listen to us. The way you treat new talent is shit, son. Especially with that noose you got hanging up there by Flame's door!
Corey arches an eyebrow.
Corey Page: ...A "noose"?
Monty Stice: Shit, yeah.
Corey Page: Why, the only person that can be responsible for this is... Chris Extreme! Not me!
Ali Khadafi: Chris Extreme, you say? Ain't he that white dude with the bald head, walkin' 'round with his cock swinging out all the time?
Corey Page: Yes, that's him. Please jab an icepick into him for me.
Ali Khadafi: Hmmm...
Monty Stice: Chris Extreme, hey? I'ma rape that motherfucker. Let's go find him!
Upon Monty Stice's words, both Ali Khadafi and Monty back away, apparently ready to find Chris Extreme.
Corey Page: Well, that was fucked-up.
Monty Stice returns.
Monty Stice: And when I'm finished buttfucking that whitey; I'ma come back and rape that bitch on your knee, too. What a hot piece of booty.
Kitty's jaw drops and her eyes twinkle, showing signs of disgust and joy. Monty Stice exits once again.
Corey Page: I... uh...
Kitty Extreme: I'm horny.
Corey Page: K!
The image fades out, showing Kitty Extreme rubbing her tits.
"Kyphael".
The name of the Television Champion is shown on the locker-room door, which is soon pushed open by Kyphael, himself. Looking gruff and intense, he is soon caught up by Ace Rodgers, who approaches him from the side, dressed in an orange shirt and holding a microphone. As if catching Kyphael by surprise, Ace taps Kyphael on the shoulder, whippng him around.
Kyphael: What?!
Started himself, Ace replies.
Ace Rodgers: I'm just wondering if I can have a short interview with you.
Thinking quickly to himself, Kyphael soon hurriedly responds.
Kyphael: Fine. Follow me. I'm headed towards the entrance, waiting to be called for my match.
Ace Rodgers: Fine, fine.
Ace follows Kyphael towards the entrance area, leaving his door wide open... but not for long.
When the area is empty, Adora and Morgana walk into the scene, with Adora still holding the bag that she brought into the arena earlier. Giggling to themselves, the Wifeys enter Kyphael's locker-room and shut the door behind them, locking the cameraman out.
Out first, holding the stolen Purity Title, is Dan Black, who calmly enters the ring, knowing that Mike Phantasy hasn't wrestled in a while. Leaning back against the ropes, he lies in wait, watching as Mike Phantasy walks to the ring, as well, getting an actual cheer from the audience; something that is actually foreign to Mike.
Mike Phantasy starts this one off with a side headlock takedown. Dan Black is quick to his feet only to walk into a snapmare. After this, Mike pulls Dan to his feet, shoves him into the ropes and launches him to the other end of the ring. When Dan comes running back, he's taking out and down by a monstrous clothesline. For a quick moment, Phantasy soaks up the cheers from the crowd before going back to work on his opponent with a dragon sleeper.
Dan Black fights to stay in the game as he reaches for the ropes which he eventually gets a hold of, forcing Mike to break the maneuver. While Dan sits, facing the corner of the ring, in hopes to catch a few breaths and recollect himself, Mike Phantasy dashes to the opposing corner and goes for a baseball slide, hoping to hit the base of Dan's spine. Unfortunately, Dan quickly moves, making Mike slide into the corner post. In a panic to stop the slide, Mike ends up grinding his knees into the post rather an his feet.
Black hooks his arm around Phantasy's head, dragging him out of the corner and to his feet. Still having Mike in a headlock, he immediately goes for a DDT. Following the DDT, Dan Black pulls Mike up for a superplex. After this, he decides to work on the knee Mike had rammed into the post earlier with several kicks. He grabs Phantasy's foot, flipping Mike onto his stomach in the process. He then lifts up his leg to ram his knee into the mat several times, each time making Phantasy cringe in pain.
After receiving a chorus of boos from the crowd, Dan grabs both of Mike's legs, flips him back over and applies a sharpshooter. Mike writhes in pain and yells out, but not submitting. Slowly, he begins to inch towards the ropes, dragging Dan Black with him ever so slowly but Dan manages to pull him back away from the edges of the ring. This doesn't deter Mike, though, as the fans cheer him on eventually allowing him to get to the ropes and cling to them.
Hesitantly, Dan Black releases the hold and rises to his feet. Mike goes straight to nursing his knee before Dan yanks him to his feet by his hair. With the two face to face, Phantasy locks his hands behind Dan's head, going for his move Sweet Dreams, an inverted lungbuster. With them both now laying on the mat, Dan Black gasps desperately for air and Mike hurries to his feet, limping a little. He waits patiently as Black gets to his feet and walks blindly into a Phantasize, causing him to drop flat onto the mat, giving Mike the perfect opportunity to pin him, and he does!
...1...2...3
After soaking up even more cheers from the crowd, Mike Phantasy smugly makes his way to the back, leaving Dan Black to roll out of the ring and grab the stolen Purity title before storming off to the back in a huff.
Winner: Mike Phantasy
The glare of lights off the Television Title is quite evident, as the camera shows Kyphael standing next to Ace Rodgers in the entrance area. As usual, Ace is holding the microphone and he is holding near Kyphael's face.
Ace Rodgers: Kyphael, tonight, you face one half of Team Wifey, Adora. Sure, your title is not on the line, but she is related to your nemesis, Morgana. What is your opinion of that?
Kyphael: Listen, Ace, they're the same person.
Ace Rodgers: Huh?
Kyphael: You heard me! They're the same damn person. They are both little idiotic girls. And one thing I love to do is beat up little girls.
Stunned, Ace speaks up.
Ace Rodgers: Uhhh...
Kyphael: I'll teach those two skanks who's boss. I'm a goddamn wrestler, Ace. I'm not a little girl!
Confused, Ace scratches his head.
Ace Rodgers: Okay then.
Kyphael: And another thing... sure, my title is NOT on the line tonight, but that doesn't matter. I'll stillbeat that bitch from corner-to-corner. I guarantee it!
Ace Rodgers: Sounds good, then.
Kyphael: And you know what else... I hope Morgana shows up at ringside. If she does, I'll smack her in her pretty little face. I'd love to do it.
Ace Rodgers: I guess we'll have to wait and see.
Kyphael: Pfffft.
Ace Rodgers: With that, I'll let you go and enter the ring. Good luck, Kyphael.
Kyphael scrunches up his face.
Kyphael: Luck? I don't need no stinkin' luck! I'll wrestle that old bag to death, if I have to.
Kyphael shoves Ace Rodgers to the side and walks away.
Walking through the curtains, with his music playing in the background, Kyphael walks to the ring, holding his Television Title around his waist. Once he reaches the ringside area, he un-straps it and rolls inside, waiting for Adora to make her appearance. Once she does, she skips gleefully down to the ring, wanting to take on Kyphael, someone who has been an annoyance to her and Morgana.
Once she slides inside, though, she is quickly met with an attack from Kyphael, who pounces on her, hitting her with punches, kicks and stomps. After grabbing her by her hair, he lifts her up, spins her around and then release German suplexes her, sending her body swirling through the air, forcing her to land stomach-first on the canvas.
He is fast to continue this brute-force attack, too, as he follows in after Adora, beating on her before she can even regain her balance. After whipping her across the ropes a few times, he even manages to Samoan Drop her, crushing his weight down on her. Applying a chinlock, he goes to transfer it into a Dragon Sleeper, but Adora thinks fast.
With her arms and hands fluttering everywhere, she reaches up and starts rubbing, patting and slapping Kyphael's bald head, flustering him so much that he releases his grip on her. Able to recover, Adora jets to her feet and unleashes an offensive flurry of martial arts kick to the Television Champ, confusing him so much that she knocks him to the floor, where he stumbles around, trying to regain his footing.
He isn't able to find much balance out here, either, as Adora bounces off the furhtest set of ropes, handsprings across the ring, cartwheels, and then leaps out onto Kyphael, catching him on the way down with a huracanrana, which knocks him off his feet. Out here, Adora knocks Kyphael up against the railing, sending a flurry of kicks to his ribs and stomach, forcing him to lose oxygen after each strike.
When she feels that the damage is sufficient, she grabs him by the airs, kicks him in the arse and then rolls him inside. Rolling in behind him, she is fastidious with more kicks, wanting to strike him in the proper areas, including one kick to the head, which knocks him back. She is about to strike him with one final kick to the jaw, which would have surely dazed him, but he motions forward, grabs onto her foot and Dragonscrew legwhips her, driving her down to the ring.
Noticing the damage he just unloaded onto her leg, Kyphael maintains his focus on it, leglocking it, twisting it, stomping it and trying to bend it in various positions. At one point, he even applies a modified single-leg Boston Crab, hoping to drain her leg with all power, including the spring-like kicks which she often unloads.
Eventually, Adora makes her way to the bottom rope, but Kyphael doesn't release the hold on her foot/leg. As she uses the ropes to stand, he still holds onto her leg, and ducks beneath an enziguiri attempt. Hollering out, he believes he has outsmarted her, but she has the last laugh, as she lands on her feet and springs back around, delivering a reverse enziguiri to Kyphael's head.
Using a Majistral Cradle, Adora can only get a 2-count on the Television Champion, who leaps to his feet, trying to fight off Adora's advances. As he stands, Adora leaps onto his shoulders, trying to huracanrana him, but he holds her steady and soon changes the hold into a second single-leg Boston Crab, focusing on the same leg from earlier.
Just like before, Adora reaches the ropes, angering Kyphael, who starts to viciously stomp and kick on her leg, hoping to permanently injure her, or so it seems. Lifting her up, he tries for an ankle-breaker on her left leg, but she is able to squirm her way over his left shoulder and sunset-flip him...
...1...2...
Again, Kyphael kicks out at two, prompting him to jump back up, only to bring her back down with a stiff clothesline. Wasting no time, Kyphael quickly stands, lifts Adora up onto his shoulders, looking to hit the Starlight Extinction. As he goes to flip her out, she is able to contort her body around, resulting in her landing on her feet, surprising Kyphael with a superkick to the jaw.
Stumbling around, Kyphael tries to regain his stance, allowing Adora to climb out onto the side of the apron and use the top rope as a springboard to re-enter the ring. Unfortunately, her leg is still too damaged for a proper leap, so as she goes to somersault through the air, wanting to hit the Lady Godiva Blues, she falls on her back.
Seeing this, Kyphael bursts out in laughter, stomps over towards Adora and goes to pick her up. However, she then surprises him once more by wrapping him up in an inside-cradle.
The referee counts...
...1...2...3!
At the sound of three, Adora springs to her feet, stumbles out of the ring and tries to regain feeling in her left leg. Taking the victory, she walks to the back, slapping the hands of several fans as she disappears behind the curtain, proud to have given Kyphael his first Sin Wrestling loss.
The Television Champion, Kyphael, meanwhile, remains in the ring, looking surprised. He looks at the referee, who informs him of his loss, hops out of the ring and grabs his Television Title. He then walks to the back, looking very displeased.
Winner: Adora
As the show comes back to air, we are brought to the backstage area, where the former World Champion, Flame, is shown on the screen.
Flame: Last week, I lost the Sin World Title; but not to someone whom I despise, but to someone I consider a friend. Possibly the only friend I have. She was the only one to came to see Hecate at her grave to give her remorse.
The crowd begins to chant.
Flame: Each and everyone one you here tonight knows who Hecate was. She was more than just a person, but a former Sin Wrestling champion.
Flame looks deadly into the camera, as he begins to yell.
Flame: SHE WAS ONE OF US!
The vein in Flame's neck begins to buldge out, his skin turning dark red.
Flame: I may not have her anymore, but one thing is for sure. Everyone that fucks with fire gets burned, and tonight, I will prove that against Shane Donavan and Xander Gates!
The crowd pops off yet again as Flame continues.
Flame: Before all of you here tonight, you will witness two things. You will see the best in this ring wrestling for their honor, as well as gold.
Flame paces a bit, looking down at the floor, and slowly back to the cameras, with his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His eyes roll back into his head, as lightning flashes are made inside of the arena.
Flame: Tonight, you will see a whole new side of Vincent Summers!
With that, Flame walks to his right, exiting to enter the entrance area.
The image of Hecate is flashed over the screen, as Flame comes out of the smoke and heads down to the ring. The former World Champion steps inside and walks to the middle as flames emerge from the corners of the ring. Out next is Xander Gates, dressed in a black robe. The priest uses the stairs and enters the ring, confronting his new atheist nemesis, Flame. Seconds later, Shane Donovan comes strolling out without his Purity Title that was stolen by Dan Black. The crowd that cheered for Flame and booed for Xander simply yawn at Shane out of boredom. Finally, the very special referee, Chris Extreme, comes out in zebra striped boxers, taunting the crowd that jeers him.
The action starts out with Xander and Flame tangling up. Shane relaxes in the corner as Flame overpowers Xander and scoops him up, slamming him down. Xander seems almost apathetic, if not suicidal, and lays down without moving. From behind, Shane attacks Flame by taking him down with a bulldog. Rising right back up like Frankenstein, Flame rocks Shane's head with punches, then big boots his face, causing his head to snap back. Shane falls and holds his bashed in nose.
With Xander back up and going toe-to-toe with Flame, he summons some strength back. After various lariats and DDTs, Xander locks on a dragon clutch. Meanwhile, Shane is resting against the ropes, watching the action from afar, waiting for his opponents to weaken themselves.
As he does, Nikita sneaks out of the crowd with her newly won World Title, and tip-toes toward the ring apron. Reaching underneath Shane's legs, she drives the chunk of gold into his groin. Caught offguard, Shane stumbles forward and falls, holding his injured groin.
At the sight of this, Flame breaks away from the dragon clutch and knocks down Xander with a clothesline. Following this, he dives onto Shane and pins him, after delivering the Flame Bomb. Chris Extreme, wanting the match to be over sooner than later, makes a quick count.
1, 2, 3!
Flame has elimination Shane Donovan; therefore, there will be a new Purity Champion by the end of the match!
Seeing this, an irate Xander goes nuts, chopping wood across Flame's chest. After every chop, Flame's chest burns hotter and hotter, until it is steaming. Eventually, Xander slips Flame into the standing headscissors, and executes a near skull-breaking, stump piledriver! Xander covers, but only to a fast count of two, when Flame furiously kicks out.
Standing up, Xander gets into the referee Nazi's face, telling him to count even faster. Chris just spits back at the priest, but before Xander can retaliate, Flame locks his arms around his waist from behind. After a German Suplex, Xander goes flying.
Looking for the kill, Flame mounts Xander onto his shoulders and crushes him with the Flame Bomb! Xander rolls around like he's on fire, and Flame covers him and hooks a leg. Again, Chris wants this match to be over, so he makes yet another fast count.
1, 2...
However, at the count of two, Chris stops and stands up, after a second thought, asking Flame about the location of Morgana.
Confused and heated, Flame stands up and gets in the Nazi's face. Talking dirt to each other, Chris unexpectedly kicks Flame in the balls and drops him with a mini Fear Factor in the center of the ring! After the old school finisher, Chris rolls a knocked out Xander over Flame and quickly counts...
1, 2, 3!
Xander Gates is the new Purity Champion!
Before Flame can re-awaken and avenge himself in the name of Hecate, Chris Extreme wisely weasels out of the ring and runs backstage in a hurry, looking for someone or something. Brought back to his senses before Xander, Flame exits the ring, and chases after Chris.
Moments pass and Xander now stands in the ring, celebrating his victory without the Purity Title. Coming down to the ring to join the celebration is Dan Black, holding the stolen Purity Title over his shoulder, acting like it is his. Xander reaches out his hand, asking for it. Playing a game, Dan Black pretends to hand the title belt to him, only to cock it back and clock him over the head with it.
Grinning, Dan Black walks to the back, leaving the new Purity Champion knocked out, much to the confusion and disdain of the fans.
Winner: Xander Gates
Flame returns to the backstage area, shrugging off the damage from his previous match. He looks bruised and beaten-down, which further escalates when Chris Extreme haunts him from behind, striking him in the back of his head, knocking him down to his knees.
Chris Extreme: You faggot!
Chris starts to throttle Flame's throat.
Chris Extreme: Where is she?! Where is Morgana?!
Flame: I have no idea what you're talking about!
Flame manages to barely sputter out the prior words, thanks to Chris having his hands wrapped around his neck. Chris's beating doesn't last too long, though, as both Ali Khadafi and Monty Stice sneak up on him from behind, jumping him and punching and kicking him. Ali grabs Chris's right arm and Monty takes Chris's left, where they commence smashing him up against the wall and literally destroying him, until Chris is left in a crumpled heap.
Ali Khadafi: It's time for you to pay up, nigguh.
Ali Khadafi removes a switchblade out of his boot. However, the hustling of incoming crew members is enough for Monty Stice to tell Khadafi to stop and get away.
Monty Stice: Man, we better get out of here! The feds are coming!
Ali Khadafi: Fuck that. I'm a get even with this faggot.
Monty pushes Ali Khadafi, forcing him to get away.
Monty Stice: Go!
Luckily for Chris Extreme, cops and security arrive on scene, therefore sending Khadafi and Stice away.
Nikita comes down, carrying hew newly-won World Title, which she obtained at the last Eternity, defeating Xander Gates and Flame.
Tony Millennia makes his way into the ring and waits in the corner, never taking his eyes off Nikita who nervously awaits being blindfolded, handcuffed and shackled. The ref steps into the ring with all three in hand and approaches Nikita. First, he applies the handcuffs, securing her hands in front of her, then the shackles on her feet. Growing increasingly angry and nervous, Nikita dodges the ref when he goes for the blindfold but submits when he goes for the second attempt.
The ref signals for the bell as Nikita stands dead still trying to listen carefully to where Tony is. Slowly, he begins pacing back and forth in front of her, eyeing her down. Before you know it, the camera zooms into Tony's crotch which shows that he's much more excited about the match than he should be. Millennia spends a while just circling Nikita, jerking to make a move and changing his mind. Eventually, though, after neither of them make a move for a few minutes, Tony decides to go for a clothesline which connects with Nikita no problem, sending her flying onto her back. After laying prone for a moment, she rolls onto her knees and pushes herself back up to her feet. Tony goes for another clothesline but somehow Nikita is able to duck under it, turn around, and use the chain on her handcuffs to choke Millennia. This brings Millennia down to his knees where she knees him in the back of the head.
Doing nothing, Tony sits there and wobbles giving Nikita a minute to find her way to the front, jump up, and dropkick him in the face. Millennia flings back, but sits back up immediately and gets to his feet.
Tony Millennia approaches Nikita, face to face, and Nikita senses this and backs her head up a little. Tony decides to lay a big kiss on Nikita who succumbs to it at first, before kneeing him right between the legs making him drop to his knees. While he's gripping his balls, Nikita flips over Tony's head, wrapping the handcuffs around his neck in the process and pulls his body down to the mat, thus pinning his shoulders to the mat.
...1...2...
Tony merely sits up to break the pin, pulling Nikita up along with him. Since her handcuffs are caught around his neck, her arms wrench back in a painful manner causing her to cry out. Tony leans back and reaches behind him, pulling Nikita in front of him like a rag doll and into a seated position. Face to face again, Nikita headbutts him and scurries to her feet.
Slightly irritated, Tony tosses her into the ropes so when she bounces back, she trips over the shackles and lands flat on her face. He then scoops her up into a fireman's carry takedown, flattening her out on the mat. He takes a few steps away and leans against the ropes to watch her writhe around, trying to rebalance her surroundings. Still, it's apparent that the crotch of Tony's pants are tented.
After a while, Nikita makes her way up to her feet and staggers in circles not being sure what to do next. Tony approaches her and throws her over his shoulder to do god-knows-what but Nikita manages to pull herself up onto Tony's shoulders to execute a hurricanrana. With Millennia flat on the mat, Nikita crawls around blindly, trying to find him, but when she gets close, he kicks her away, hard, in the ribs. Millennia stands back up and approaches a lost Nikita but is taken aback when the crowd goes into an uproar of cheers. Tony looks around for the cause of this and comes to face Mike Phantasy who immediately lifts him up for a cradle suplex into a snap spiral bomb; Phantasy's Crescent Driver. Mike then grabs Nikita and quickly has her pin Tony before helping up the ref he had knocked down on his way in.
...1...2...3
With the sound of the bell, Nikita rips off her blindfold and scrambles to her feet. Mike Phantasy, keys in hand, unlocks her shackles then goes for the handcuffs before smirking and changing his mind. Together, they walk to the back leaving Tony Millennia confused as to what the shit just happened.
Winner: Nikita
Returning from his match, looking distraught and distatched, but still holding the Television Title, Kyphael stands outside of his locker-room door. He gives a hard kick to the door and shoves it open, revealing nothing but darkness on the inside.
Kyphael: ...The hell?
Not knowing why the lights in his locker-room are off, Kyphael steps in, reaches for the switches and, soon enough, light pervades around his entire room. Unfortunately, the light shows off a horiffic image... or images, if you prefer.
Plastered all around the walls of Kyphael's locker room is dicks. To be more precise, it is pictures of dick heads; aka the heads of various penises. Disgusted, Kyphael steps back, cover his eyes and his bald head and goes to run out of the room, stopping to see "From Team Wifey" written on the wall in pink lipstick.
Kyphael: This is awful!
He pulls various images down off his wall.
Kyphael: Disgusting!
Having enough of this, Kyphael storms out of his room, only to bump into Belgarath, someone else who has a score to settle with Team Wifey. As everyone remembers, it was Morgana that disabled Belgarath from advancing in the Lust Title mini-tournament.
Belgarath: I see that you are having trouble with "them", as well.
Kyphael: This is disgusting! This is awful! I hate those two whores!
Belgarath: Calm down and listen to me.
Kyphael: What? What is it you want?!
Belgarath: Just listen to me. I have information on Morgana that can help you immensely.
Kyphael: No, you listen to me. Morgana is my enemy and I know everything there is to know on her. So, you don't have to remind me of anything.
Kyphael tenses up, while Belgarath winces and smirks.
Belgarath: Are you sure of that?
Calming down just a tad, Kyphael rubs his head and thinks to himself.
Kyphael: I... I... what is it?
Belgarath chuckles.
Belgarath: Tell you what... you give me a shot at that title of yours, next week, and I'll give you the information. So, how about it?
Kyphael: Hmmm...
Belgarath: Actually, I'll let you think about it. Believe me, you won't believe what I'll tell you.
Belgarath pats a much-calmer Kyphael on the back and then proceeds to walk off. The final camera shot is that of Kyphael watching Belgarath walk away, thinking about his next move.
Match #1
Billy Badson is out first, his wrists taped up, looking ready for a fight, wanting to bring the Lust Title around his waist. It isn't long that he is in the ring, when Arran Hayden's music hits and he comes out, to a mass array of firecrackers and fireworks.
Slowly, he walks to the ring, keeping his eyes peeled on Billy Badson. When he rolls into the ring, there is no time wasted by Arran, who almost instantly charges at Billy, knocking him into the corner, where they both begin to exchange some severe punches. Ducking beneath a lethal punch from Arran, Billy is able to whisk about Hayden, who smashes his head against the top turnbuckle pad, and is then turned around to face an onslaught of forearms and punches from Billy. He is then Irish-whipped across the ring, forcing Billy Badson to charge in behind him and hammer him with a running clothesline into the corner.
As Arran Hayden stumbles out, Billy flips him over with a snap suplex and then applies a side-headlock, which Arran hurriedly tries to slip away from. Rolling to the floor, Arran stalls the flow of the match, resulting in a loud jeer from the fans, whom he turns around and talks smack with. This idea turns out to be bad, though, as it gives Billy Badson the chance to step outside, as well,
Leaping off the side of the apron, Badson axehandles Arran Hayden, knocking him up against the ring railing, where he is pounded on by Badson and his taped-up fists. Billy even goes to deliver an extremely hard haymaker, hoping to send a message to Hayden, but Arran ducks beneath the blow and backdrops Billy Badson over the ring railing and into the front row.
Crawling over the ring, Arran proceeds to bash Billy's skull off the ring apron and then suplexes him on the cold, hard, unforgiving floor. After a series of stomps, Arran listens in on the count being delivered by the referee and thinks quickly. From his boots, Arran pulls out a roll of duct-tape and shows it off to the crowd. He then grabs Billy Badson's right arm and tapes him to the ring railing, using it as if they were a pair of handcuffs.
Over-and-over, he wraps the tape around Badson's wrist, duct-taping him to the railing. When the count is at "9", Arran rushes in over the railing and slides inside, disabling Billy to chase after him.
...9...10...
A microsecond before the 10 can be counted, Arran is able to slide back into the ring, thus coming out unscathed, while Billy Badson is counting out.
Winner: Arran Hayden
Match #2
Various officials come down to the ringside area and help Billy Badson get untangled from the railing, using a box-cutter to free him. Just as Billy receives a bit of freedom, he tries to charge back into the ring, but is held back by the officials, who drag him to the back, keeping him away from Arran, who smirks at Billy's demise.
Unfortunately for Arran, he doesn't realize that Trenton Pierce has also slid into the ring to continue the gauntlet match. As Arran turns around to jeer the fans, he is met with a hard running clothesline from Trenton, a noted nemesis of Arran Hayden. Right after that, Arran rises back to his feet, only to be taken down once again by a second clothesline. Just like before, Arran tries to escape to the floor, but Trenton grabs onto his wrestling gear and pulls him back inside, where he commences stomping and kicking at him.
After sending Arran face-first to the canvas with a flapjack, he follows things up by dropping an elbow across Arran's throat, which he even holds there, hoping to choke him out.
Nevertheless, Arran is able to perservere the attacks from Trenton Pierce, as he is able to negate a backdrop attempt by giving him a facebuster to his knee. He then fisherman DDTs Trenton, driving Trenton's neck straight into the canvas. It's at this point that he tries for a cover.
...1...2...
At the count of two, Trenton is able to slide his shoulder up, stopping the count, frustrating Arran.
Arran walks around the ring, trying to slow things down a bit, hoping to get some oxygen. He thinks about things and walks around to Trenton's legs, wanting to wail away on them, except when he reaches down for them, he receives a hard-hitting mule-kick to the chest. The force of the blow is so hard, that it knocks Arran into the turnbuckles, causing him to bounce back into an inside-cradle from Trenton, who tries the same pinfall used on Kyphael earlier in the night.
The referee slaps the mat...
...1...2...
But when the referee hits the mat for the second time, Arran slides out of Trenton's grasps, rolls to his feet and stomps on Trenton, punishing him for the attempt at a pin.
At Arran's feet, Trenton seems to grovel, thinking about all the damage Arran has done to him these past few years. Except grovelling soon turns to trickery, as Trenton slides Arran's legs out from beneath him and slingshots him into the turnbuckle pads, forcing him to smack his head off the steel ring post.
As Arran stumbles back, he is school-boy rolled-up by Trenton Pierce...
...1...2...
However, Arran kicks out at the very last second.
At the same time that the count is made, Trent Turner starts to walk down the entrance ramp, watching as the match unfolds. He walks around the ringside area, taking a look at Trenton Pierce, who is slowly regaining his energy, using the ropes to help him stand.
Once he reaches the announcer's table, Trent Turner grabs a headset from ring announcer, Lex Robinson, and places it on his head, prompting him to speak into it.
Trent Turner: Last week, I was beaten by Trenton Pierce. I know I could do better! I know I can beat him if I really tried! I know that I can make him a victim to "The Experience"! And I know that I can easily take him out. You know what, Lex...
Trent stops, removes the headphones and throws them at Lex Robinson, who looks confused. Meanwhile, Trent Turner grabs a steel chair from the front row, walks over to the ring, while Arran Hayden rises and grabs the attention of the referee.
As the referee's back is turned, Trent Turner, from out on the floor, cranks the chair back and slams it forward, striking Trenton Pierce across the back of his head with it, knocking him on his face. Walking away, carrying that same chair, Trent Turner heads up the entrance, hearing a pile of jeers rain in on him, while Arran smiles and walks over to a fallen Trenton Pierce.
Lifting Trenton up, Arran standing headscissors him. He powerbombs him once... twice... and then three times, giving him the Hayden Bomb. He drops down and makes the cover on his rival...
...1...2...3!
The referee, along with a feisty Arran Hayden, roll Trenton out of the ring, dropping him on the floor, while Arran awaits for the arrival of his next opponent, halfway through the gauntlet.
Winner: Arran Hayden
Match #3
The lights in the arena go dark and a single spotlight shines towards the entrance, illuminating Stryker Graff and his walk towards the ringside area. When he reaches the ring steps, he slowly walks up them, stands on the ring apron and steps inside, going face-to-face with Arran Hayden, who has survived two opponents, thus far.
Arrogance reigns supreme with Arran, who mouths some words to Stryker, only to get punched in the face, in retaliation.
Knocked on his back, Arran gets back up, but walks straight into another fist from Stryker, knocking him up against the ropes. Deciding to charge forward, Stryker extends his right arm, hoping to hit a clothesline, but walks directly into a backdrop from Arran, dumping Stryker from the ring, all the way to the arena floor.
Climbing out onto the apron, Arran waits for Stryker to rise before leaping off, hoping to hit some sort of dive. However, as he sails through the air, Stryker is able to get his forearm up, sending a harsh blow into Arran Hayden's gut, knocking him over, crashing him against the ring railing.
Speaking of the ring railing, it is used in Stryker's next attack, as he bashes Arran's skull off it and then hoists Arran up into a vertical suplex position. Instead of dropping back, he sends Arran forward, dropping him stomach-first across the ring railing, knocking all the oxygen out of Arran Hayden's lungs.
Finished on the floor, Stryker drags Arran off the railing and slides him back inside, joining him, unleashing a barrage of stomps and kicks onto his opponent. He goes to lift Arran up, waistlock him and goes to hit a Blue Thunder Driver; but as he swings Arran around, Hayden is able to also swing his left leg around, resulting in him striking Stryker Graff in the jaw with his knee.
Dropped on the canvas, Arran finds a new opening and decides to capitalize on it.
As a result of the knee-to-the face, Stryker Graff now has a bloody lip, which Arran focuses on by delivering various knees, punches and kicks to. He even gives Stryker a front-facelock, using his right arm to wedge across Stryker's face.
Stryker, however, opts to fight back. Mustering up all of the strength that he can find, Stryker flips Arran Hayden over with a Northern Lights Suplex. Oddly enough, Arran keeps the front-facelock applied, thereby allowing Stryker to make a pinfall attempt.
...1...2...
Arran wisely lets go of the hold, allowing him to find an opening from the pinfall and escapes.
Feeling an aura of surprise about the latest pinfall attempt, Arran snaps to his feet and headlocks Stryker Graff, trying to think of a new approach. Unfortunately for him, Stryker still has enough gas left in the tank, enabling him to hoist Arran up and back-suplex him, releasing the side-headlock.
At this point, Stryker has full control over Arran, even slapping him as he lays prone on the canvas. After delivering a pancake-piledriver onto Arran, Stryker again lifts Hayden up, this time putting him in prime position for the "Darkness Falls"; his version of a uranage. He lifts Arran up into the air, but Arran, finding a last-second inch of life and energy, is able to swerve his body around Stryker and Okana Roll him, holding onto Stryker Graff's tights, in the process...
Dropping down the referee counts...
...1...2...3!
Having his return to Sin Wrestling spoiled, Stryker Graff kicks out past the last second, knowing that he has just lost out on his opportunity to become the new Lust Champion; or even compete for it. Disappointed, Stryker Graff rolls out of the ring, leaving a very gassed Arran Hayden alone, ready to face the champion.
In this final bout, Arran looks to go the distance and win the Lust Championship from Morgana, the same girl that beat him at the last Eternity.
Winner: Arran Hayden
Match #4 -- The Final Bout
Morgana's name is shown over the screen and out she walks, holding the Lust Title over her right shoulder. Hoisting it into the air, showing it off to everyone in attendance, she skips to the ring, ready to defend her title against a tired, agitated and beaten-down Arran Hayden, who has defeated everyone in his path to get to where he currently is.
When she hands off the Lust Title, she rolls into the ring, where she is instantly accosted by Arran Hayden, who attacks her with some kicks, stomps and knees to the back. From behind, he grabs both of her arms and interlocks them with his own, lifting her up to her feet and then sending her flying with a release Dragon-suplex, dropping her onto her neck and back.
Standing over the pink-haired vixen that is Morgana, Arran Hayden stomps on her, wanting redemption for his last loss against her. He finds it by placing his left foot on the back of her neck, bending over, grabbing some of her hair and then yanking back on her hair, while pushing forward on her neck.
Yelps of pain and terror come from the petite Lust Champion, who can barely escape Arran's clutches. It's not until the referee intervenes, that Arran is forced to let go off the hold. Once he does, he gives Morgana no time to recouperate, as he lifts her to a standing position, backhands her across the jaw and pushes her up against the ropes.
Charging in, delivering a kick to the stomach, he hopes to break her uterus with one more devastating kick. Bending her over, he butterflies her arms and then release-butterfly suplexes her, glad to have the advantage, despite being worn-down.
Sneaking up on Morgana like a serial rapist, Arran Hayden sits her up, bounces off the ropes and returns with a deadly kick to her upper-back, putting the world's most famous soccer player to shame, striking her with a kick so vicious and hard. He doesn't lapse there, either. Straddling her neck, sitting on it, he reaches forward, grabs onto both of her legs and places her in a "stump puller", which sees him sit on her neck, while yanking upwards on both legs.
Completed with that move, he drops her legs, leaps into the air and crashes down with a sit-down splash onto the back of her neck, driving her spine into the canvas. Taking another handful of her hair, the sweaty Arran Hayden easily picks her up, but she desperately fires back, hitting him with a hard punch to the face.
Sadly, though, this does little to obstruct Arran from continuing. As she tries for a fourth punch, he blocks her arm and then drives her down to the mat with an STO. Still with a handful of hair, he brings back up, drives her back down with a second STO, and continues with the same momentum. He looks to give her a third STO, but he stops, knees her in the stomach and arrogantly shoves her down, trying to "put her in her place".
Having recovered some steam and momentum, Arran walks around the ring, inhaling a deep breath of oxygen and then turns around, seeing Morgana fighting her way back to her feet. Amused by her insolence to his offense, he picks her up, headbutts her and then scoops her up. Positioned in a Tombstone-Piledriver position, Arran mocks Morgana, even pretends to rub his crotch in her face. As he goes to leap into the air, wanting to drive her skull into the canvas, Morgana gets the upper-hand and uses this momentum against him.
Using her gymnastic ability to contort her body, she bends back and then rolls forward; not only releasing herself from Arran's tombstone, but removing herself entirely from his grip. As she rolls forward, she looks over his shoulder, notices his stunned expression and then rolls back, does a head-stand, reaches up with her legs, neckties him with her feet and then pushes herself off the mat, allowing her to spinning headscissors him, displaying a great amount of agility.
Before Arran Hayden can even rise, trying to figure out his whereabouts, Morgana sneaks up on him, applies a 3/4 facelock and delivers the "Reinventing Timothy Ashton"; a move named after her husband.
Stunned, Arran is knocked silly, allowing for Morgana to cover him.
...1...2...
As the referee reaches two, Arran Hayden shows miraculous effort, as he slips his shoulder off the mat, thus continuing the contest.
Even Morgana is surprised at Arran's insistence to continue the match. Standing up, she runs towards the ropes, does an upside-down handspring off the nearest set, returns to an upright position and then lands onto Arran with a standing corkscrew 630 degree senton splash. Leaning back, Morgana tries for another cover...
...1...2...
However, Arran avoids the three-count by latching onto Morgana's arms and then crucifix-rolls her for a cover of his own...
...1...2...
Nanoseconds from winning the Lust Title, Arran Hayden becomes more frustrated when Morgana kicks out.
Surprised, Morgana rolls to her feet, trying to survey what just happened. In her sights, she watches as Arran slowly rises to his feet, fighting off the damage that has been done onto him tonight.
Morgana isn't dumb. She isn't going to allow him to recover. Sensing his ability to stand as being potentially dangerous, Morgana climbs to the top rope, measuring Arran up. She leaps off, hoping to hit a flying huracanrana...
...But Arran actually realizes this and catches her, dropping her hard onto her back with an extremely stiff powerbomb. But it's not only one powerbomb; it's another. He then goes to hit his third powerbomb, to complete his move that he calls "The Hayden Bomb".
Before he can complete the move, though, Morgana is able to buckle backward, rolling Arran up with a huracanrana! She hooks his legs, keeping him down ont the mat...
...1...2...
Before the three is counted, Arran kicks out, stunning everyone yet again, as he shows great resilience. As Morgana stands, Arran tries to rise, as well; but he is forced to use the ring ropes to aide himself. Realizing this, Morgana moves in for the kill, helping Arran up to his feet and then chopping away at his chest. She whips him across the ring, but at the last moment, the whip is reversed and she is sent into the ropes, instead.
On her way back, she encounters Arran ducking down, hoping to flip her over, but she stops, kicks him in the face, and immediately hits the Fata Morgana, placing him squarely in the center of the ring. She looks towards the corner and elevates herself up to the top turnbuckle pad. With gusto, she leaps off the top rope and spirals through the air, landing a picture-perfect Morgasm onto Arran!
Hooking the leg, she tries for another pinfall attempt...
...1...2...3!
Having successfully defended her title, Morgana gets to her feet, is rewarded with her title and stands in the ring, celebrating her victory, much to the delight of her fans and to Adora, who has joined her at ringside area.
Arran Hayden walks to the back, disappointed about coming so close, but falling just short. He passes the curtains, leaving Morgana and Adora prancing around the ring, celebrating Morgy's Lust Title defense.
Winner: Morgana
Frustrated over losing the Purity title, Shane Donovan is seen in the back going absolutely beserk, knocking over tables and throwing chairs and generally making an ass of himself.
Shane Donovan: Damnit, I blew it...
Shane continues his rampage until he's tapped on the shoulder, causing him to turn around and come face to face with Corey Page.
Shane Donovan: What is it?
Corey Page: Oh nothing, but these guys seem to want to talk to you real bad.
Shane looks confused until several men in blue suits jump out from behind Corey and grab Shane. Shane struggles a bit until one of the men slap a pair of handcuffs on him. Shane stops struggling, and it becomes clear that the men are police officers.
Police Officer: Mr. Donovan, you are under arrest for the attempted murder of Micah Matthews. You have the right to remain silent, as anything you say can be used against you in a...
The voice drowns out as the men haul Shane out of the arena, leaving Corey standing alone, perplexed by the whole situation.
Corey Page: ...Damn, I guess this means I can't market his action figure...
DRAMA!
Corey Page: Wait a fucking second, who will face Nikita at the next pay per view, now? What the Jesus?
The camera fades out, last showing Corey Page brainstorming.