Eternity begins, showing Nikita, complete with World Title around her right shoulder, and Mike Phantasy at her side, standing at the door of Corey Page's office door. She looks confused, not knowing whether to knock of not.
Nikita: Do I knock, or what? Do I just walk right in?
Mike shrugs his shoulders, kind of apathetic to her choices.
Mike Phantasy: I guess you could just...
Nikita: Hmm...
Nikita pushes on the door, pushing it opens, its hinges squealing as it reveals Corey Page's desk... but no Corey.
Corey Page: Blech!
...Or maybe there is.
Behind his desk, hunched over, his pants covered in diarrhea, his shirt covered in vomit, is Corey Page, who is apparently stricken with the stomach flu.
Nikita: Uhh...
Mike Phantasy: Fuck that. I don't want to catch anything.
Nikita: But I was told to come here.
Mike Phantasy: Well, fine. God, what a smell of shit.
Corey roars out from behind his desk.
Corey Page: You try having the Norwalk Virus, asshole!
Mike stops in his tracks.
Mike Phantasy: Well, I'll be damned. I didn't think he could hear us over his vomiting.
Nikita: Eh...
Deciding to step forward, standing in front of the desk, Nikita and Mike Phantasy look down at Corey Page, who heaves up another crunchy, meaty spew of vomit. Taking a second to reach up, grab hold of a pen, Corey begins to write something onto a notepad, as he spits up another chunky mess into his nearby bucket. Scribbling something onto it, he finishes by placing down the pen and pushing the pad over to Nikita, who picks it up and reads it.
Nikita: "Me sick; you run things because you champ." Good grammar.
Mike Phantasy: You run things?!
Nikita: I... I guess. I don't know if I can do this. Can I? Am I up to doing this?
Just then, Corey reaches up, grabs the pen and writes another message. Again, he hands the notepad over to Nikita, who reads it.
Nikita: "Shut the fuck up." Hmmph! How rude!
Taking the notepad away from Nikita, Mike examines it, arches an eyebrow and starts to talk.
Mike Phantasy: Hey, this could be fun.
Nikita: Hmm... I'll do it!
Nikita and Mike turn around and start to exit Corey's office.
Mike Phantasy: Want to have more sex?
Nikita: Maybe!
Mike Phantasy: Cool.
Before the door can be closed, one last sound of Corey vomiting can be heard. And yup, the door shuts.
Jonathan Cage comes out to the ring first, sporting cool shades. He hops in, warming up with some karate kicks. Next to come out as is Jimmy Luciano, the Italian Stallion. The horse from Italy slides into the ring and starts to go at it with Johnny Cage in heat. Finally, Tony Millennia unexpectedly makes his ring entrance to Nine Inch Nails music, looking horny and drunk.
Laying back in the corner of the ring, Tony seems to be in some kind of haze or trance, and just stares at his two opponents go at it. Beating each other senseless, Johnny Cage then goes in for the kill, trying to hit Luciano with the Shadow Kick. Grabbing onto his leg, Luciano flips him backwards but Cage lands on his feet. Cage tries the Shadow Kick again, but misses. After a failed attempt to nail the Shadow Kick a third time, Tony charges out of nowhere and clotheslines both men off their feet. Plucking Luciano to his feet, Tony tosses him over the top rope and to the outside.
Johnny Cage stands behind Tony, preparing for a fourth attempted Shadow Kick. As Tony turns around to face him, Johnny Cage simply misses, without Tony even sidestepping him. Confused, Tony places Cage in an inverted facelock. From there, he lifts Cage up, as if to go for an inverted brainbuster. However, spinning his body around, he drops him into a seated position, planting his face into the mat with a facebuster. After the "Starfire Deluxe", Tony pins Johnny Cage.
Slithering back into the ring, Luciano is too late to break up the three count. With a dumbfounded look on his face, Tony Millennia has his hand raised in victory by the referee, and has advanced to the Over The Top Rope battle royal.
Winner: Tony Millennia
Johnnyboy: God damn it! I can't believe you forgot to pack it!
Johnnyboy was legitimately upset. He'd gone through his gym bag twice, but couldn't find this missing item. Scheduled for the big match tonight, he wanted his prematch preparation to go off like clockwork, but DJ Sancho's incompetence was hopeless.
Johnnyboy: I need it, DJ. You're going to have to go buy one.
DJ Sancho: Where do you expect me to buy this?
Johnnyboy: Don't play innocent with me. Just go out and buy it, you know where.
He handed DJ Sancho a Canadian note and sent him on his way, but not before shouting out one last request...
Johnnyboy: AND BUY THE BIG ONE!
Fade out.
Standing outside of the arena, getting some air and thinking to himself, is Ace Rodgers, Sin Wrestling's intervewer extraordinaire. He is leaning against the wall of the building, listening to some ugly wrestling fan spout off about random retarded topics.
Wrestling Fan: This is bullcrap! This isn't real wrestling! This booking needs much to be desired! Go watch real wrestling! Go watch wrestling in Japan!
Several people pass him, eye him awkwardly, not wanting to pay attention to him.
Wrestling Fan: I'm a true wrestling afficionado! Listen to what I say! to hell with SW! To hell with-- unf!
A fist slams against the nerdy guy's face, toppling him over, knocking him on the ground. Standing above him is Chris Extreme, who is carrying a noose in his hand. Trailing behind is his official Nazi-doctor, Dr. Mengele. Seeing this, Ace Rodgers sprouts from his position, glad that the wrestling fan has been taken out.
Ace Rodgers: Chris Extreme! What are you doing here?! What are you doing with that noose?! Why is Dr. Mengele here?! Oh my, I have so many questions!
Chris continues to look down at the nerdy wrestling fan, even giving him a few kicks to the ribs.
Chris Extreme: If there's one thing I hate more than blacks, it's faggots!
He looks up, catching a glimpse of Ace Rodgers.
Chris Extreme: What the fuck do you want?
Ace Rodgers: I just asked you! What are you doing with that noose? Why is Dr. Mengele here?
Standing in his boxers, Chris "cuddles" into himself, trying to distract himself from the freezing temperature. He resolves by answering Ace's questions.
Chris Extreme: Too many fucking questions. Let's just say a) I'm going to hang some negroes!, b) I'm going to hang some Flamers!, and c) I'm getting Dr. Mengele to help me figure out what a Morgana is.
Ace Rodgers: But Morgana is the Lust Champion. She used to be your wifey. Remember?
Chris Extreme: What the fuck are you talking about? Do you want to be hanged like my good buddy, Saddam?! Ace Rodgers: Uhm... no.
Chris Extreme: Then shut your hole!
Waving the noose at Ace, Chris backs off and then enters the arena.
Chris Extreme: Good Christ! This is the coldest summer, ever!
Ace goes to speak up, wanting to correct Chris on his mistake, but Dr. Mengele "shushes" him, telling him it's for the better. Confused, Ace shrugs and then listens to the wrestling fan groan in discomfort.
Wrestling Fan: Fuck this. I'm going home to play with my man-boobs and jerk off to puro!
Busted nosed and all, the hefty wrestling fan peels himself off the ground and stumbles away, possibly into incoming traffic. Nevertheless, Ace returns inside of the arena.
"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.
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 lighting up with excitement, due to his presence.
On the other hand, Ali Khadafi does anything but light up in excitment. Instead, he takes a swing at Flame with his rusty machete. However, at the last possible second, Flame manages to duck, the blade slicing a few stands of his hair off, nearly causing Flame to piss and shit flames. Angry, Flame fires back with a knife-edge chop that barely fazes Ali, but which does succeed in causing him to drop the machete, much in Flame's favor.
Not so much in Flame's favor, Khadafi fires back with a stiff elbow that gives him the advantage. Following this up with more brawling techniques, Khadafi maintains control of the match, even going so far as to wrap his arm around Flame's head and pummel him with his bare knuckles, nearly drawing blood on the former World Champion.
After releasing Flame, Ali Khadafi continues his assault, thrusting his foot into the side of Flame's knee. Flame drops down to one knee, favoring the one Khadafi just took out. However, as Khadafi moves in to extract further punishment, Flame suddenly springs into action, hitting Khadafi with a standing splash that takes him off his feet.
Not wanting to waste a second, Flame leaps into the air, dropping an elbow across Khadafi's chest. Standing up and giving a loud, "Whoo!!," of which flames nearly shoot out of his mouth, Flame wastes vital time, trying to rev up the crowd. However, with the crowd rallying behind him, it's almost as if flames ignite in Flame's eyes, as he grips Khadafi's skull and peels him up off the mat.
Taking hold of Khadafi's arm, Flame shoots him into the ropes. On the rebound, Flame goes for a standing dropkick. Unfortunately, Khadafi is one step ahead and manages to drop down to the mat, causing Flame to hit nothing but air. Furthermore, as Flame rises to his feet, Khadafi punches him right in the thigh, causing Flame's leg to throb and Flame himself to yelp in pain.
Starting to tilt the match back in his control, Khadafi springs up to his feet, greeting Flame with an eye gouge. As a result, the former World Champion turns away and staggers off. Khadafi doesn't let it end so quickly, however, coming up behind Flame and pelting him across the back of the head with another stiff fist shot. Flame goes straight down, nursing the back of his skull.
That gets him nothing but a heel to the exact same spot on his aching skull.
With Flame still down, Ali Khadafi stands over him, plotting his next attack for about two and a half seconds. Once that final half a second is up, Khadafi sets in on Flame like a rabid dog, pounding away at his kidneys with lefts and rights. On the mat, Flame thrashes around, crying out with each and every blow. Finally, Khadafi flips Flame over and plants one right on his flaming kisser, causing his lip to bleed.
At this time, the referee comes up behind Khadafi, attempting to warn him again. However, the ref steps right in Khadafi's path as he is standing up, the top of Khadafi's head impacting with the ref's jaw and taking him out. Rubbing the back of his head, it takes Khadafi a moment to realize what has happened, but once he does, he nods and reaches into his pocket.
Battling what is undoubtedly a crushing headache, Flame doesn't know what is going on until it's nearly too late. Khadafi, with the ref down, has withdrawn a blade, which he is now using to cut Flame's ear off. Thankfully for Flame, he manages to slap the blade out of Khadafi's hand before he can do any real damage. Flame, irate, drills a knee directly into the bridge of Khadafi's nose, seemingly taking a page out of his opponent's book.
With the advantage, Flame continues his assault, grabbing hold of Khadafi's head and planting his face in the mat with a bulldog. Pleased, Flame moves in on Khadafi, preparing to take him apart even more. However, it is then that Flame notices the ref is down, and this distracts him momentarily. Of course, it only takes those few moments to give Khadafi a window of opportunity, in which he fires up off the mat and nails a pair of fists into Flame's knees, instantly taking him down.
With Flame down once again, Khadafi climbs on top of him, striking him rights, lefts, rights, left, and one thunderous headbutt. Following that encounter, Flame appears to be bleeding from his nose, as well as his lip. This doesn't stop Khadafi, who then exits the ring, soon bringing back in both a steel chair and the unforgiving monstrocity that is a section of the steel ring steps.
Inside the ring, Ali Khadafi brings his gruesome brainchild to life, first setting the steel chair up. Once it's set up, he drags Flame up and lays his head across the seat. After Flame is all cozy, Khadafi turns and retrieves the steel ring steps, which he then, to the audience's astonishment, holds above his head and smashes down on to Flame's head.
Once this is over and Flame is nearly dead, Khadafi turns Flame on to his back, going for this cover. Conveniently enough, it's at this very moment that the ref awakens, counting...
...1...2...3!
As the match concludes, "True Confessions" by RJD2 blares over the PA, announcing Ali Khadafi the winner. Sadly enough, Khadafi isn't allowed to enjoy his victory too long before Chris Extreme invades the ring, taking him down with a forearm to the back of the neck. Immediately thereafter, he removes a rope wrapped around his body, which is actually a noose.
Chris Extreme first wraps the noosey around Ali Khadafi's neck, sending him over the top rope and hanging him, with Khadafi's legs kicking wildly. Once Khadafi has nearly suffocated, Chris lets him go, turning toward Flame, who receives the same treatment, hung right over the top rope. Flame, on the other hand, nearly chokes up a flame or two, before Chris finally releases the rope. "Sonne" by Rammstein soon hits, as Chris raises his arms in the air, accepting every last one of the audience's jeers.
Winner: Ali Khadafi
The World Champion, Nikita, is backstage, looking over things, trying to get things ready for tonight's show, when Billy Badson steps up to her.
Nikita: I'm a wrestler; I'm not supposed to know about all of this backstage shenadigans! In fact, I don't even know my own opponent for the pay per view! Hell, I'm setting up matches to try and choose my own opponent. This is ridiculous. This is awful. I need some Mike Phantasy.
Billy taps Nikita on the shoulder, capturing her attention.
Nikita: What?!
Seeing it's only Billy, Nikita becomes a little more level-headed.
Nikita: Oh, it's just you. Wait, didn't you die last week?
Billy Badson: No, no; I'm fine. Listen, I come to you for a favor. I know you're in charge tonight and I just want to know if I can get Arran Hayden one-on-one tonight. After what he did last week, I just want to teach him a new lesson!
Nikita fumbles over some paper, checking the match situations.
Nikita: Uhm... no-can-do. Arran Hayden is already booked for a match; against AJ Tyler, no less. We can't have you in the ring right now, due to your complications.
Billy Badson: But...
Nikita: I'm sorry. I'm gonna have to deny you friom getting in the right tonight.
Billy Badson: This isn't fair!
Nikita: I'm truly sorry.
Nikita walks away, leaving a visibly angered Billy Badson standing in her wake.
Morgana is prettying herself up backstage, touching up some makeup. Suddenly, a backstage crew worker walks in.
Morgana: Ewww! Don't you creepy people knock?
Crew Guy: Special delivery!
After the worker leaves behind a bouquet of black roses, Morgana walks over and picks out the card from the roses. It is scented with dirty scrotum smell, which makes her ill.
Morgana: Oh dear.
She reads the writing on the card: "Morgy, will you be my valentine?" signed by none other than her crazed ex-boyfriend, Chris Extreme. She sighs.
Morgana: Whyyy?
She flips the card over, reading a very special message from Chris Extreme's doctor, Dr. Mengele, written in dark blood:
"I will make him remember what you did."
Morgana is unsure of how to react. She leaves the black roses and card where they lay, and exits her locker room in pursuit of her match.
AJ Tyler makes his entrance, quickly followed by Arran Hayden. Immediately after sliding into the ring, Arran starts things off with a spear following by several punches to AJ's head, taking him by surprise and not wasting any time. After a while of this and AJ Tyler trying to block the shots, Arran gets to his feet, pulling AJ along with him and lifts him up into the air for a vertical suplex.
AJ attempts to get up, reaching for the ropes for leverage but Arran is quick to lock his arms around his opponent, yanking him up for a back-to-belly suplex. Hayden then peels AJ's head off the mat only to place him in a sleeper hold. He keeps his grip as AJ struggles for the ropes and to break free to no avail. Eventually, Arran grows bored of this and releases the hold, kneeing his opponent in the back of the head as he gets to his feet.
AJ Tyler also gets to his feet, stumbling a bit, before Arran whips him into the ropes. On his way back, AJ receives a clothesline from Hayden. Hayden is still quick to follow up by plucking AJ off the mat into a fireman's carry take-down. Having dominated the entire match, Arran Hayden finally puts an end to it with his Hayden Bomb and goes for the pin.
...1...2...3!
After destroying AJ Tyler, Arran Hayden walks to the back, feeling confident about his upcoming battle royal appearance.
Winner: Arran Hayden
DJ Sancho wasn't paying attention to where he was walking. His mind was elsewhere. It was on the item he purchased a few minutes ago. They didn't have exactly what Johnnyboy requested, but like any good Mexican, he found a cheaper alternative. He takes a glance over his shoulder to make sure nobody notices him. Likewise, Mike Phantasy wasn't paying attention where he was walking himself and both of their lack of concentration finds them bumping into each other.
DJ Sancho: I'm sorry. I wasn't looking and...
He dropped it! He was trying so hard to be discreet... DAMN! Why'd the stupid shop have to run out of shopping bags? Well, hopefully Mike Phantasy doesn't notice it.
What's he thinking?
How can he not notice it?
It's the "value-size" for crying out loud!
Maybe if he just continues making eye contact, it'll keep Mike from looking down.
Mike Phantasy: No worries. Are you okay? My mind isn't...
The object caught the corner of Mike's eye. He looks down, as does DJ.
Whew! Close call! The label's facing down.
Wait... What's this? Mike reaches for it, grabbing it with both hands and gently flips it over. The blood flushes to DJ Sancho's face with embarassment.
Mike Phantasy: "Anal-Eze, The best way to dilate your brown eye?"
DJ Sancho is met with a ridiculing stare, as he snatches for the lubricant.
Mike Phantasy: So it is true, you really are...
DJ Sancho: It's not for me; it's for Johnnyboy.
Mike Phantasy: I don't really care who's the pitcher and who's the catcher.
DJ Sancho: No, I mean...
DJ Sancho thought about explaining the situation to Mike, but Johnnyboy's match is quickly approaching, and he needed his grease. So what does he do? He runs off in search of Johnnyboy, that's what.
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, where he extends his arm and requests the microphone from the ring announcer.
Belgarath: Last week, I made a challenge to Kyphael -- I asked him to put his TV Title on the line, in exchange for some top-secret information on Morgana. And, well, my challenge has been answered; he accepted it.
The fans let out a mixed response.
Belgarath: So, with that all said and done, I want Kyphael to come out here, look me in the eye and listen to me, as I reveal this shocking secret.
Called out, Kyphael walks to the ring, sans music, holding the Television Title in his right hand. A tad confused, he rolls into the ring, where he goes eye-to-eay with Belgarath.
Belgarath: Kyphael, I'm glad you could come out. I'm also glad that you accepted my challenge. Now, let's get to the point...
Kyphael: What point? I already know almost everything there is to know about Morgana! We've had a pretty notorious history, you know.
Belgarath: Yes, but this... this you don't know!
Kyphael: Well then; what the heck is it?
Belgarath looks over Kyphael's shoulder.
Belgarath: Natalia... come on out!
Just as Belgarath speaks those words, everyone's attention turns towards the entranceway, where Natalia, a former ally, friend and partner of Morgana walks to the ring. Of French descent, Natalia was a participant in Morgana's former federation, XWW, until her mysterious disappearance, causing everyone to question her whereabouts. It isn't until now that she has made a return to the wrestling circuit.
But what for?
Helping Natalia get into the ring, Belgarath guides her towards Kyphael, who looks on, not quite sure what's going on.
Kyphael: ...I see... and...?
Belgarath: "And"... Natalia will tell everyone the injustices she faced because of Morgana.
He hands her the microphone.
Belgarath: Go ahead.
Firmly placing her hands around the microphone, as if it were an erect phallus, Natalia holds the microphone seductively to her mouth. Her French dialect is quite apparent, as she speaks into the device with a breathy wail.
Natalia: As you all heard. I'm hear to tell everyone the big secret. Let me get straight to the point.
She clears her throat, almost creating suspense. All of a sudden, she begins.
Natalia: She ruined my life! That bitch ruined my life! She took everything that was mine! Mine! I was going to become the big star; not her! She contracted herpes! Not me! Because of her lies, I was fired; never to be seen again! Until now, that is! Now, I am back and I am going to ruin Morgana's life just like how she ruined mine!
Before Natalia can finish whining, "Date With the Night" by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs hits the speaker system, thus bringing out Morgana, along with her wifey, Adora. They stand side-by-side, listening in and very amused as to what Natalia is screeching. Adora removes a microphone from the back of her pants and hands it over to Morgana, who is quite ready and eager for a rebuttal.
Morgana: Uhhh.. not to interrupt your incessant lying and moaning, but I just thought I'd clear some stuff up. Kind of like how your face needs to be cleared of the acne on your face, you smelly French whore.
Horrified, Natalis tries to cover herself up, ashamed of what Morgana just called her. Obviously, her efforts are futile.
Morgana: Everything YOU say is a lie! Not only are you a pathological liar, but you're a self-absorbed twat, too. You were fired because of the herpes scare in XWW. You were canned because you were screwing half the roster and spreading your filthy whore disease.
Disgust rains in on Natalia, who remains ashamed, growing angrier at each accusation.
Natalia: How dare you!
Morgana: Oh, I dare. I dare because I earned everything I got! From my undefeated streak in TWW, my hall of fame status in XWW, to my goddess-like status in NEW; it was all earned. And it eats you alive.
Natalia goes to hurry off after Morgana, but she is held back by Kyphael, who has a sinister smirk on his face, as he snatches the microphone out of her hands. His lips parse as he brings the mic up to his own mouth to talk.
Kyphael: This is all interesting, I'm sure. Quite frankly, I don't care who's got herpes...
Natalia: I have no herpes! No herpes! I have no herpes! None!
Kyphael: However, before my big title defense, how about both of you sluts come down here, get in the ring and take on me. I'll show you both how to ruin someone's life -- with my fists.
Morgana takes a second to think.
Morgana: A challenge? What do you think, wifey?
She turns to Adora, who nods her head, accepting the offer.
Morgana: Good idea!
Dropping the microphone and her title, Morgana rushes to the ring, with Adora at her side. Together, they slide into the ring, where they are immediately accosted by not only Kyphael, but by Belgarath, as well.
Unfortunately for Kyphael and Belgarath, their efforts are soon overcome by Adora and Morgana, who casually take each man down. Morgana hits the Fata Morgana on Belgarath, while Adora strikes Kyphael with a series of martial arts kicks, finishing him off with a somersault senton bomb off the top rope.
Having both men down, this leaves Natalia alone and easy prey for Adora and Morgana, who hover towards her, grab her by her slimy, greasy hair and drag her to the floor. Adora reaches back inside of the ring, grabs a microphone which had been dropped on the canvas and commences speaking into it.
Adora: Before I came out here, I went to Nikita, who granted me another match. Yes, I know I am taking on Dan Black later tonight; but I also requested a second one.
She slides into the ring, still carrying the microphone, releasing her grip on Natalia.
Adora: And that match... is a Television Title match! Referee, ring that bell!
Much to the surprise and delight of everyone, Adora makes the referee ring the bell, thus starting up an entirely new match.
Television Title
The bell rings and Adora motions for the referee to take notice. Right away, she turns to Belgarath, watching as he attempts to get to his feet. Standing back, she allows him to rise, only to leap into the air, contort her body around and connect with a leaping spin kick to his jaw, knocking him out of the ring.
Having one man disposed of, she turns her focal point towards Kyphael, who is dazed and is up to a kneeling position. Striking him with a front kick, she hits him in the chest, causing him to lose a large portion of oxygen, as he leaps to his feet and starts stumbling around. As he bumbles around, looking for something to help himself keep a standing base, Adora sneaks up behind him and sweeps both legs out from beneath him.
With nowhere to go but down, the wind is knocked out of Kyphael, as he lands hard on his back, allowing Adora to climb to the top turnbuckle. Up here, she receives a loud ovation from the fans and flips off. On her way down, she latches onto Kyphael's head and brings him down with the Lady Godiva Blues.
Hooking both legs, she covers him, keeping him down...
...1...2...3!
At the count of three, a new Television Champion is crowned, thanks to the impromptu match. Once receiving the title, Adora quickly slides out of the ring, where she celebrates her victory with Morgana, who still has a firm grip on Natalia's hair.
They take a few seconds to admire each other's titles, until Adora grabs Natalia, as well, and they both drag her to the backstage area.
Winner: Adora
Pushing their way past the black curtain, dragging Natalia by her hair, Adora and Morgana pass several backstage employees, who watch in awe as they tow the former French wrestler behind them.
Morgana: Here's a proper place for you, you lying cunt...
The wifeys drag a screaming and hollering Natalia towards a backstage door. Adora unleashes a lethal martial arts kick, busting it open.
Morgana: Nice kick, wifey.
Adora: Why, thank you!
As a solid unit, The Wifeys pick Natalia up and heave her through the door, forcing her to land with a hard thud on the ground outside.
Morgana: Good riddance to that trash.
They shut the door behind themselves, as the camera remains fixated on Natalia, who sits, crying her eyes out, on the pavement. As she lifts her hands up to her face, she moves her arms up and the camera takes note of the armpit hairs. Before she can cover herself up, though, Natalia notices the nearby waste disposal and the horde of rats that soon surround her.
Natalia: Herpes is a treatable disease! I'm not a bad person! I'm not a bad person!
A rat looks at Natalia, as she huddles on the ground, bawling her eyes out; with her mascara drooping down her face.
Natalia: I'm not a bad person!
In a sad state of affairs, Natalia is soon covered in rats and other vermin.
Mike Phantasy enters the ring first to the enjoyment of the crowd. Second, and last out is Konstantin Bryzgalov who receives jeers from the audience while Phantasy sits on the turnbuckle, back facing Konstantin as if he doesn't care. However, when the giant Russian steps onto the apron, he shoved Mike off, making him soar through the air and land on his stomach. Konstantin enters the ring and plucks Phantasy off the mat, hoisting him up in the air. He holds him there, showing off his strength but Phantasy slips out of Konstantin's grasp. Mike slides behind his opponent, grabbing his head and planting it into the mat on the way down.
Immediately after, Mike springs up to the top turnbuckle and quickly executes a moonsault, ending in failure as Konstantin rolls out of the way. Konstantin gets to his feet again, picking Phantasy off the mat for a powerslam, but Mike is able to wriggle away once again and execute a hanging neckbreaker. This brings Konstantin down to the mat for a few seconds. Mike bounces off the ropes, ducks a clothesline and bounces off the ropes again giving him leverage for a running STO. He goes for a pin attempt.
...1...2
Mike Phantasy flies through the air as Konstantin shoves him off. They both quickly stand up and Konstantin tries to whip Phantasy into the ropes, but the young competitor reverses it. As Konstantin bounces back, Phantasy trips him with a step-over toehold and applies a facelock. Konstantin yells out and denies Mike the win as he reaches furiously for the ropes. Eventually, he is able to drag the two of them there, breaking the hold. Again, they both get to their feet, slower this time, and Phantasy is met with a brutish head-butt. As Phantasy stumbles around, Konstantin scoops him up for a backbreaker. Phantasy writhes in pain as Konstantin goes for a pin attempt of his own.
...1...2...
But Phantasy manages to kick out, still holding his back. The Russian pulls Phantasy to his feet, whipping him hard into the ropes once more. As Phantasy rushes back, Konstantin hooks his arm in an attempt for his full nelson camel clutch finisher, a.k.a. Konstantin Lock #2, but with the momentum, Phantasy uses Konstantin's arm as a pivot point to swing in the air behind him, ramming his feet into the small of his back sending pain shooting through Konstantin's legs.
Phantasy manages to land on his feet and he awaits for his opponent to turn around. When he goes, Mike lands the Phantasize, his classic signiture, causing 284 pounds of dead weight to drop to the mat. Mike Phantasy goes for a pin.
...1...2...3!
Having won the match, Mike rolls out of the ring, feeling the after-effects of his match with the large, angry Russian. He walks to the back, slapping the hands of several fans on his way.
Remaining in the ring, Konstantin Bryzgalov slowly rises and starts to throw a fit. After chokeslamming the referee, he kicks the ring ropes, heads out to the floor and starts throwing around some chairs, gaining a loud jeer from the audience. Dejected, he is finally forced to go to the backstage area.
Winner: Mike Phantasy
Still in the back, looking over some sheets of paper, Nikita is approached by Trent Turner. Once he stands in front of her, she looks up at him, glaringly. He quickly begins talking to her, solidifying her attention.
Trent Turner: You wanted to see me?
Nikita: Ah, yes; Trent Turner, I did want to see you.
Trent Turner: What for?
Nikita: I just want to tell you that your actions last week, in the main event, were unjustified.
Trent Turner: ...And?
The World champ shakes her head in an act of displeasure.
Nikita: And I'm gonna have to take action.
Trent Turner: What the...?
Nikita: As you know, I'm running things here tonight, and that gives me the power to do whatever I please. As a result, I'm not only going to suspend you... but I'm also removing your chances at having a match, which would see you move on into the Over The Top Rope Battle Royale.
Obviously angered at the reception of this news, Trent holds his hands on his heads, trying hard to remain focused.
Trent Turner: Say what? I can't believe this!
Nikita: Well, you brought it on yourself.
Trent Turner: No! This isn't goddamn right!
Nikita: Yes... well... sorry. Say that to Trenton Pierce, whom you concussed. Thanks to you, he can't compete until he is medically cleared.
Trent Turner: This is screwed up! I... I...
Not knowing what else to say, a very perturbed and angst-ridden Trent Turner walks away, while Nikita smiles, pleased with her decision.
Shawn Samson is already in the middle of the ring, when the arena blazes "Holla" By Desiree Jackson. Pink and white lights flash throughout the arena, as Angel struts down the center of the ramp, blowing kisses to the fans, with her hair blowing in the wind, as she slaps all the fans' hands. She is wearing her Gucci tank top, black shorts, a white belt, and black fur boots. Angel then ducks under the ropes and walks towards the center of the ring and does a sexy dance routine, as she glares and smiles at the screaming fans.
Angel is quick on getting the offense started, as she bounces off the ropes and goes for a flying crossbody against Shawn Samson. Unfortunately for her, Samson is twice the size catches her with ease. Holding her up with just one arm, Samson takes his free hand, and with his index finger points at his temple, insinuating he was not only the better physically of the two, but the smarter, as well. He goes for a powerslam, but thinks better of it; and surprisingly sets Angel down, not wanting to inflict any damage to her fragile body.
Offended at this, Angel is up right away and she runs to the ropes, but not before Samson got a hold of her hair and yank her backwards, knocking her on her back. Samson then knees next to Angel's fallen body and put both hands on her throat, cutting off the oxygen to her brain.
In a show of strength, Samson then lifts Angel off her feet, with just one hand around her throat. The much smaller Angel tries to struggle her way free, but Samson's grip is too tight.
Eventually she manages to kick Samson in the balls, forcing him to bend over in pain, as she bounces off the ropes... only for Shawn Samson to bolt upwards and catch her on the rebound with a sidewalk slam. He then goes for the pinfall victory...
...1...2...
Shawn Samson picks Angel up from the mat and motions "no" with his index finger, indicating he in't done with Angel.
Grabbing a fistful of hair, Samson sneaks her head in between his legs for a standing head scissors. He lifts her up into the powerbomb position and... simulate oral sex on her. Seconds later, he throws her forward, dropping her on her neck. Rolling forward, he covers Angel...
...1...2...3!
Shawn Samson wins. Angel rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope, holding on to her injured neck while Samson's arm is raised in victory by the referee.
When Samson sees Angel retreating to the locker room, he chases after her and irish-whips her into the ring steps at ringside. He then throws Angel back into the ring and slides a table in with her. He lays some kicks into Angel to keep her down, and then sets the table up in the middle of the ring.
He then picks Angel up and irish-whips her to the ropes, and as she bounces back, she was met with The Stoner, which breaks the table on her way down. Samson then grabs the referee and forces him to make another pin count.
...1...2...3!
Smirking, he hunches over, about to picking up Angel to destroy her again, only to stop as "Plastic by Basia Lyjak hit the speakers. The crowd pops wildly for Adora, as she runs down the aisle to Angel's aide, not wanting to see him do any more damage to the female.
Seeing her, Samson leaves the ring, not allowing Adora to touch him. She watches him retreat to the back and finally pass through the curtain.
Winner: Shawn Samson
As Adora stands in the ring, watching Shawn Samson step to the backstage area, Dan Black comes from the crowd, holding the stolen Purity Title belt. He slides under the bottom rope, enters the ring and nails Adora in the back of her skull with gold.
Laughing, Dan Black throws the belt to the outside, as he keeps Adora down on her stomach, stomping her skull. Dan Black begins fighting harder throughout the match, trying to stay on top of Adora, the fast-paced woman wrestler.
Dan Black goes for an Irish-whip, which sends Adora into the ropes, bouncing her back, hoping to backdrop her. However, Adora returns with a stiff kick to Dan's jaw, allowing her to latch onto his head with a front facelock, jump upwards and then hit a swinging DDT.
Adora begins to pay the same respect to Dan that he showed her, as she begins to stomp his face and head into the ropes. She even manages to highlight her highflying ability, impressing the fans, as she nails a springboard twisting moonsault, which she seconds by rolling to her feet and proceeds to hit a standing moonsault. With Dan down-and-out, Adora traverses to the top rope, where she waits for him to stand. When he does, she flips off, hitting the Lady Godiva Blues.
She rolls Dan up...
...1...2...3!
Victorious, Adora stands to her feet, has her hand raised and is given her newly won Television Title. She walks to the back, as an angry Dan Black rolls out to the floor, grabs his stolen Purity Title, and walks to the back, very upset with himself.
Winner: Adora
"I'm glad you can finally figure this out for me."
Chris Extreme lays in the backstage area, on a medical stretcher, with several brainwave monitors attached to his skull.
Chris Extreme: It's time for me to figure out who this Morgana is. I bet she's a wonderful person.
Standing before Chris is his official doctor, Doctor Mengele, who, as we all know, is also a vampire. Flaring and licking his fangs, Dr. Mengele casually shrugs his shoulders and sticks another monitor onto Chris's forehead.
Dr. Mengele: Now, you just lean back and I'll press this button. It'll put you into a dreamlike state, where you will regain all of your Morgana memories.
Chris Extreme: Phew.
Adhering to Dr. Mengele's statement, Chris leans back, shuts his eyes and relaxes. The scene fades out, as Dr. Mengele flips the switch to his machine, which gives off a low vibrating sound.
Non-Title
Out first, without the Purity Title that is currently stolen by Dan Black, is Xander Gates, who calmly walks to the ring, sliding himself inside, ready for action, getting a pretty good applause from the fans. Of course, this applause is soon turned the opposite way, as Stryker Graff walks out, gaining a large boo from the audience. Nonetheless, he enters the ring, ready for the action to comence.
These two lock up with a collar-and-elbow tie-up, with both men dancing around the ring. Stryker Graff reaches into his bag of dirty tricks first, as he knees Xander Gates in the stomach and hits a snap suplex. He goes for the quick cover...
...1...
Xander kicks out.
Stryker Graff doesn't waste any time, as he whips Xander to the nearest set of ropes. On his way back, Xander ducks a clothesline, bounces off the far ropes and hits a lariat of his own. A stunned Stryker Graff makes his way back to his feet, but not before being met with yet another running lariat from Xander, much to the delight of the fans.
Xander charges up for a 3rd, but this time, he's met with a low blow from Stryker Graff. Stryker Graff hits a sunset flip on Xander...
...1...2...
Xander reverses it into a cover of his own...
...1...2...
Stryker somersaults backward, breaking the pin count. He bounces off the ropes and hits a spear on Xander Gates, who was just getting up.
The crowd cheers on the fight in these two men, as Stryker Graff doesn't let up on the offense, hammering away at Xander's head, after hitting a Lou Thesz press. Still some fight left in him, Xander flips Stryker, and keeps him from escaping by putting his own weight on top. He then headbutts him! Then gives him another! And another! Eventually, blood is drawn.
He gets up off Stryker Graff, but only to grab ahold of his feet, as he applies an STF. Stryker's reach is just short of the bottom rope, as he stretches, enduring more pain, in the process. Stryker Graff won't tap out and Xander Gates eventually releases the hold, but not before headbutting Stryker once more in the back of the head.
Xander applies a wastelock to Stryker Graff, lifting him off his feet. However, Stryker hits the mule kick, dropping Xander down to his knees. With a vulnerable Xander Gates down, he stomps on the mat and goes for the Final Strike superkick, but Xander sidesteps it! Instead, he goes around Stryker and hits a German Suplex with a bridge...
...1...2...
No! Stryker rolls out of it!
Quickly getting up to his feet, Stryker charges at Xander, only to receive an elbow to the gut. Leaping up, Xander goes to apply the X Marks the Spot; but at the last second, Stryker sends an elbow-strike to Xander's skull, knocking him loopy. Still right next to Xander, Stryker Graff hoists him up and then hits the Darkness Falls. He makes the cover...
...1...2...3!
Moving on to the battle royal, Stryker Graff slithers out of the ring, proud of his victory. In the meantime, the Purity Champ resides in the ring, looking disappointed with the loss; and is equally disappointed about not having the Purity Title in his possession.
Winner: Stryker Graff
Before the upcoming match in which Chris is set to wrestle, Dr. Mengele returns to the backstage area, which Chris is situated in. Just as he left off, Chris is in a dreamlike trance, snoring to himself.
Chris Extreme: Zzzzzz...
Dr. Mengele: Hum dee hum.
Chris Extreme: Zzzz... Morgana... my cock... Morgana... Cock Factor... Zzz... Oprah Winfrey... Zzzz...
Startled at the mention of Oprah Winfrey, Dr. Mengele straightens himself and goes to walk over to his machine, wishing to shut it off. However, before he can flip the switch -- "off" -- a machete rips through his body, splattering blood all over the walls, retracts, and drops then Dr. Mengele drops like a sack of bricks.
...Luckily for Dr. Mengele, he is a vampire and the only way to kill a vampire is to cut off his head. Even so, it's a major ouch for Chris's official doctor.
...Anyhow! Standing at the feet of a fallen Dr. Mengele is Ali Khadafi, happily brandishing that blood-stained machete. Seeing Chris lying on the bed, open to any sort of punishment, Ali smirks, holds the machete up to his head, taps it against his skull and thinks for a short moment.
Chris Extreme: Zzzz... Hitler... Morgana... Zzz... Mexicans... Felicia Duarte Banderrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrro... Zzzzzzz...
Haunting towards Chris Extreme, blade in hand, Ali Khadafi is seconds away from gaining revenge on Chris. He holds the machete over his head, inching his hand forward, grabbing onto Chris Extreme's testicles, aiming to slice them off, which would be an even more cryptic and horrifying image than the amputation of Nikita.
Chris Extreme: What the niggerton?!
Jetting awake, Chris eyes glaze wide open, seeing the madman in front of him, ready to neuter him. Khadafi swings the blade forward, but Chris rips the monitors off his forehead and leaps out of the bed; the rusty blade nicking the side of Chris's scrotum.
Chris Extreme: You crazy motherfucker! I'm the only one that does the murder 'round here! Not you; not some crazy niggeroo!
Blood runs down Chris Extreme's right leg, having a portion of his scrotum sliced off. He looks down, finally realizing what has happened to him.
Chris Extreme: Augh... my... my... my nutsac...
He traces his hands down to his bloody nether-regions, making sure he is still "together".
Chris Extreme: Yep... they're still there. As for you...
Chris looks up, seeing that Ali Khadafi has disappeared. All that remains is the blood and torn stained bed, complete with the tiny piece of Chris's sac that had been cut off. Picking up the slice portion of his privates, Chris examines it, looks down at Dr. Mengele, whose picture wound is starting to heal over, grabs his feet and drags him away.
Chris Extreme: I've got a goddamn match to wrestle and I have a sliced open nutsac! Now my balls are going to fall out?! At least I still have Morgana!
...
He stops, drops Dr. Mengele, leaving him in a pool of his own blood.
Chris Extreme: Morgana! Morgana! I know Morgana!
A line of blood is traced behind Chris, as he scurries off, either to wrestle his match or to find Morgana.
Wu-Tang Clan’s “Duck Seazon” hits the speakers as Monty Stice comes out to booing because he is a closet homosexual. Soon after Monty Stice enters the ring, Rammstein’s “Sonne” hits the speakers as Chris Extreme walks out and is greeted by more booing than Monty Stice, for he is a Nazi. Extreme goose-steps his way to the ring with a noose and bloody boxers, seeing as he just got a piece of scrotum removed. Before entering the ring, he punches a random Hasidic fan at ringside in the face and laughs at him. As soon as Chris enters the ring, the bell sounds and the match begins.
Chris Extreme tries to lock up with Monty Stice, but Stice runs away because he is a closet homosexual. After a few laps in the ring, Stice stops, turns around and punches Chris Extreme in the face, which halts the Hall of Famer. Monty Stice starts putting boots to Chris Extreme, but then yells out that stomping on people is gay and backs off. Chris recovers and the chase around the ring resumes.
After two more laps, Chris turns around and runs the other way, taking Monty Stice down with a forearm strike to the face. Extreme follows up with Curbstomps on Stice, repeatedly kicking at the back of Stice’s head. After a few moments of this, Extreme drags Stice away from the ropes and pins him… but only for a two count. As Stice kicks out, Extreme begins yelling at the referee.
For the next few minutes, Chris Extreme beats Monty Stice’s black ass up, stopping at random intervals to masturbate as well as shout at and taunt the crowd, wincing and moaning every time he stops to masturbate. Chris Extreme’s dominance culminates in a Power Trip Powerbomb, before which he shouts at and taunts everyone he can see. But this only gets a two-count.
Once more, Chris Extreme yells at the referee and gets into his face. So close, in fact, that the only thing separating the two men, is Chris Extreme’s erect, bloody cock. Fortunately for Chris Extreme, Monty Stice chooses this time to look up, seeing the homoerotic scene between two white men, Stice vomits all over the ring and his mask. At this point, Chris has stopped verbally abusing the referee and has turned back to Stice.
Unfortunately, vomit is an apparent turn-off of Chris Extreme, and he immediately goes limp. After a few moments of stomping and masturbating, Chris Extreme pulls Brown up and drops him again, this time with a Memory Eraser Piledriver. Unable to get himself fully erect, Chris Extreme pulls Monty Stice’s pants and underwear down and inserts himself into Stice’s anal cavity, while everyone vomits.
Thankfully, this ends in a few moments as Chris is fully erect. Raising the unconscious Monty Stice and positioning him on the top rope, Chris lowers his boxers while shouting at and taunting some fans. Finally, Chris grabs Stice’s head and jumps off in a Cock Factor, apparently ejaculating on Stice’s mask, which breaks as soon as the sperm hits it. Chris pins Stice for the win.
After the match, Extreme uses the noose he brought with him to hang Stice, shouting at him, calling him Ali Khadafi. Extreme then takes a microphone and tells Flame and Ali Khadafi to expect the same treatment at Over-The-Top-Rope, before skipping backstage.
Winner: Chris Extreme
Johnnyboy: I thought I made it clear that I wanted the good stuff!
DJ Sancho: They didn't have any KY!
Johnnyboy: Well, this'll do, I suppose. Bring it over here, help me out.
Johnnyboy grabbed the shopping bag from earlier and produced a one piece swimsuit.
Hey, whatever'll do the job, right?
Almost with a sense of experience, DJ Sancho tears off the top of the lubricant, ready to apply it to Johnnyboy's semi-naked body. When the door swung open. Standing there is Mike Phantasy, who has come to warn Johnnyboy that his match is up next, on behalf of Nikita.
Mike Phantasy: Johnnyboy... sweet Jesus! I knew it!
Johnnyboy: This isn't what it looks like!
Mike Phantasy: Uhh... sure...? I just came by to let you know you guys are going on in five... uh... if I want, I could give you "six". Wink, wink; nudge, nudge.
Mike winks at DJ Sancho and shuts the door behind him.
Johnnyboy: Goddamnit! Hurry up, we only have five minutes!
DJ finishes oiling up Johnnyboy, applying grease all over his body, before we switch to the next scene.
Lust Title Match
"Streets of Bakersfield" by Dwight Yoakam and Buck Owens plays over the arena loudspeakers. The crowd out a small cheer for the entrance of Johnnyboy and DJ Sancho, who are relatively unknown to the Sin Wrestling main event scene. A large cloud of smoke fills the top of the entranceway, as DJ Sancho appears at the top of the ramp and Johnnyboy emerges from behind him, sporting a shower cap, goggles, and a one-piece swimsuit that exposes his limbs. DJ Sancho produces a pair of sunglasses, as the spotlight hits Johnnyboy, and the entire arena is blinded by the light reflecting off him.
The spotlight dims for technical reasons, as Johnnyboy shoves DJ and points to the ring. The two are obviously complaining about something in indecipherable Mexican. They look around and under the ring, but don't find what they're looking for. Johnnyboy enters the ring and approaches the referee.
Johnnyboy: Where's the mud?
The referee just shrugs, obviously not aware of the fact Johnnyboy was expecting to wrestle in a mud wrestling match.
In stark contrast, "Date With the Night" by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs plays over the speakers, and Morgana walks out alone, having the Lust Championship wrapped tightly around her slim waist. She heads to the ring, her glare focused on her greased-up opponent. She slides inside and in a matter of seconds, the bell rings, declaring the match to start.
Right off the bat, Morgana eyes the lube that's oiled-up over Johnnyboy's body, not quite sure what to think. That doesn't stop Johnnyboy from trying to attack with a running clothesline, though. Seeing this, Morgana ducks, turns around and then prompty ducks beneath a swinging back elbow attempt from Johnnyboy, who has the raucous DJ Sancho at his side.
After missing his big strike attempts, Johnnyboy proceeds to charge himself off the ring ropes, only to bounce back and run right into a drop-toe-hold from Morgana, who quickly snaps back up, expecting Johnnyboy to use his speed to spring right back up. However, the sight before her eyes is that of Johnnyboy slipping and sliding around the ring, unable to regain his stance. Thinking quickly -- and perhaps wisely -- she runs forward and connects with a baseball-slide dropkick to Johnnyboy's head, sending him over onto his back.
Making sure to stay on her opponent, Morgana offers some stomps to the back of Johnnyboy's head, stepping back now and then to try and give him the oppportunity to stand; but each time, he slips and falls. Yawning, Morgana rests against the ropes, waiting for a chance to get in on the action. Eventually, after having some help from DJ Sancho, Johnnyboy is able to get to his feet.
Meeting in the center of the ring, Morgy and Johnnyboy lock-up, but due to Johnnyboy's greased-up body, she is unable to get a decent hold on him, thus she loses her balance and trips to the side. This allows for Johnnyboy to hit her with a dropkick from behind, sending her through the ropes and dropping her onto the outer portion of the apron. Following this up, Johnnyboy springboard off the middle rope, flies back and connects with a secondary dropkick, which then knocks Morgana off the apron.
Landing on the floor, Morgana becomes aware to a baseball-slide dropkick attempt from Johnnyboy, evading it by rolling inside. Slingshotting herself over the top rope, she glides through the air and while sailing down, she hooks onto Johnnboy's head, giving him a tornado DDT onto the floor.
Possibly concussed, a still-greased Johnnyboy is hiosted up by Morgana, who rolls him inside and leaps up onto the apron, wishing to bring the match back into the ring, after a brief scuffle on the floor. After trying a moonsault double-stomp -- but missing -- Morgana is quickly taken aback, after an oily Johnnyboy rolls to his feet, clutches onto her waist and goes to fling her with a German suplex.
She uses her acrobatic ability into her advantage, though, as she flips over onto her feet, halting any damage that can be done. Johnnyboy stands right back up, glances at Morgana, who responds by charging back at him. Unfortunately for her, she runs straight into a fireman's carry, which he transfers into the Central Valley Driver.
He makes a quick pinfall attempt...
...1...2...
Obviously, Morgana is far from finished, as she is able to kick out at the count of two, angering Johnnyboy and DJ Sancho.
Nevertheless, he keeps Morgana laid out in the ring, stomps on her head and then climbs to the top rope. He dives off, hoping to land a shooting star press; which he calls The Cherrypicker. However, Morgana notices him sail through the air, rolls towards the opposite side and gets to safety.
Much like Morgana before him, though, Johnnyboy shows great resilience, as he lands on his two feet, eyeing Morgana as she climbs back up. Unbeknownst to her, Johnnyboy remains standing, walks in behind her and grabs her around the waist, yet again.
Once more, Johnnyboy's greased-up body goes against his wishes, as Morgana is able to safelty tuck her body out of his clutches. She falls to her stomach, uses her hands to spring back up and body-scissors Johnnyboy and then proceeds to roll through his legs, rolling him up...
...1...2...
This time, it's Johnnyboy that kicks out at the last second, giving him some more time to take the advantage.
Both competitors are able to rise at approximately the same time, with Morgana using a sudden jolt of speed to leap onto Johnnyboy's shoulders, hoping to hit a huracanrana. The oil works out in Johnnyboy's favor, for a change, as when Morgana goes to flip backwards, he is able to slip her legs away from him, forcing her to land on her chest/stomach. Grabbing her by her pink hair, Johnnyboy front facelocks the Lust Champion and goes to lift her up, looking for a brainbuster, which he hits, driving Morgana's head decisively into the canvas.
Calling for the end, Johnnyboy quickly elevates himself to the top rope. Before he can ready himself, Morgana being the wise champion that she is, leaps off the mat, rushes over into the corner, and without any hands, she is able to easily climb to the top rope. Her body floats seamlessly through the air, as she leaps up, hooks both legs around Johnnboy's head and flings him off the top turnbuckle with a super-huracanrana.
Seconds later, she finds herself on the top rope and leaping off, hitting the Morgasm. Hooking Johnnboy's leg, she calmly covers him, as the referee starts the count...
...1...2...3!
Retaining her title and moving on to the Battle Royale at Over The Top Rope, Morgana is joined in the ring by Adora, who once again celebrates Morgana's victory. Adora hands Morgana the Lust Title, as DJ Sancho helps Johnnboy out of the ring, aiding him to the backstage area.
The final in-ring shot is that of Morgana holding the Lust Title in the air.
Winner: Morgana
In the back, Nikita is watching the monitor, proud of the fact that she has been able to run a successful show. A smile glows on her face, which rivals the glow emanating from the World Title. She feels a welcoming arm ease over her shoulder and neck, finding much comfort in it, thinking that the arm belongs to Mike Phantasy.
Stryker Graff: A job well done, babe.
Upon realizing who is actually next to her, Nikita jumps out of position and goes to run away, but she is held on to by Stryker, who keeps her firmly in position.
Stryker Graff: I just came to tell you that you and I'll be in the battle royal. When I win it, I'll be coming for your precious little title.
He looks at it, glaringly.
Stryker Graff: The title that I never officially lost.
He turns his attention back to Nikita.
Stryker Graff: In any event, I promise I won't hurt you too much. Oh, and I also requested he give you this one-night-only job. Such a nice guy I am, aren't I?
Nikita: You...
Stryker places a finger over her lips.
Stryker Graff: Shush, don't speak. Don't worry; we'll be together, in the ring, soon. It's just going to be just a little one-on-one lovefest between you and I, that's all.
Stryker removes his finger.
Nikita: You'll never get this title, anyhow. I don't care who I face. As long as you stay the hell away from me, I'm happy.
Stryker Graff: Now don't say such naughty things.
Stryker grabs Nikita by the hair and forces a kiss on her lips. Pulling away, Nikita scoffs in his direction, causing him to smirk just a bit. As the credits begin to roll, he walks away, having bad things on his mind. We fade out, last showing a concerned Nikita watching as Stryker tip-toes off into the distance.