The image for Eternity appears on the screen, fading away to an outdoor event, where hundreds of fans are circled around the ring. The camera then pans to the back of the area, showing a cotton candy machine, some carnival games and even a petting zoo. Several Sin Wrestling employees stand in the back, gathering around, playing some games; with people such as Glen Fischer and Pain petting random goats and sheep.
Off to the side, Dan Black is beating up some carnie, who tries to rub his Purity Title, while Destiny Daniels plays some sort of ring-toss game against Shane Donovan, getting all of the rings onto the prizes with great ease.
Suddenly, a commotion is heard coming from the far-left, scattering a crowd of people, as something crashes in their direction.
Corey Page: Waaahhheeeyyyyyyyyyyyyy... is Kitty here? Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty.
Smelling of alocohol and vomit, Corey collapses in a pile, having him surrounded by various crew members, who try to help him up with a combined effort. Embarassed, one crew member literally tries to slap some sense into Corey, who can barely stand on his own two feet, still reeling about Kitty Extreme breaking up with him.
Crew Member: Nothing to see here, folks! Enjoy the show! We have a lot going on tonight!
Even various SW members watch as Corey is carried away. He then collapses to his knees, rips off his shirt and roars into the sky.
Corey Page: Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttttttyyyyyyyyyyy!
He is then dragged away, while being consoled by the officials.
Crew Member: It'll be all right, Corey. There's more fish in the sea!
The crew member finally seats Corey Page on a stool, grabs a bucket of water, which was used to feed the animals, and dumps it over his boss's head.
Crew Member: C'mon! Snap out of it!
As a result of the ruckus, everyone's attention is focused on Corey and the crew member, prompting the assistant to turn around and greet everyone.
Crew Member: Uh, let's get things rolling! Rock on!
On cue, everyone shrugs their shoulders and return to what they were doing.
In the first match of Eternity #8 from an outdoor carnival in Buffalo, New York, Al Kayda and Julian Brown are going to lock horns, to gain a pass to the next round of the World Title Tournament.
Hell's Kitchen native, Julian Brown, heads towards the squared circle, donning his black/blue wrestling pants, followed by Al Kayda, wearing a red/white stripped mask and blue starred pants, to effectively wear the American flag. As the bell rings, Brown and Kayda circle each other, trying to find an opening. Kayda is the first to find one to strike, and he pounces on Julian, locking him into a DDT-position.
Julian Brown shrugs off this attempt and pushes Al Kayda away, allowing for things to continue; mostly in Julian's favor. Using his martial arts background, Julian Brown uses his lethal judo and sambo skills to effectively wear down Kayda, who is much larger than him, breaking him down in an almost machine-like fashion.
After this, it is really one sided. A string of kicks, hurricanranas and a brutal DDT weaken the obviously unprepared Al Kayda to the point of trying a springboard moonsault, after he catches Julian off-focus with a clothesline.
Sadly, this moonsault is executed poorly and Kayda falls to the floor. The ref begins to count...
...1...2...3...4...
Al Kayda begins to stir...
...5...6...
Kayda brings himself to the edge of the ring, and slips through the bottom rope, but is met by a vicious Julian Brown knee charge, which brings him undone. Unable to shake off taking Julian's finishing move, Kayda stumbles into the ring, in perfect position for "Yours To Keep".
Julian hits it and makes the cover...
...1...2...3!
Julian Brown rises, not surprised of his victory, moving one step closer to Morgana's now personally tagged World Title. Al Kayda, obviously disappointed with his match, lies motionless for about half a minute, then rises, and slowly walks away.
Winner: Julian Brown
As everyone gathers around, the camera focuses on Buck Travis, who is petting random animals, including a horse that sneezes on him, getting snot all over his right hand.
Buck Travis: Aw, darn.
He backs up, but accidentally knocks against Johnson and Pixie Jackson, who seem disturbed.
Pixie Jackson: Ewww, this place is disgusting. Look at these gross people.
Buck Travis: Sorry, ma'am.
Pixie Jackson: Ugh! See? I can't believe I'm at a place like this! Look at this ugly animal that just bumped into us, Johnson!
Buck Travis: Who you callin' ugly?
Pixie Jackson: Go away, you weird man!
Buck Travis: Ah, h'yuck, watch yer mouth missy!
Before anything can occur, Johnson Jackson steps in between his sister and Buck Travis.
Johnson Jackson: Whoa, hey, now. Leave Buck alone, Pixie, he's just here, waiting for his partner... who probably isn't even real. Let him be; we have more important matters here.
Hearing this, buck Travis chirps back.
Buck Travis: Not real, hey, we'll be seein' 'bout that!
Johnson Jackson: Good. Now run along!
Buck Travis: Hmph!
Storming away, Buck grumbles to himself, leaving the brother and sister behind.
Pixie Jackson: How dare he touch me!
Johnson Jackson: Listen, we've got more to worry about things in Sin Wrestling. I mean, look at Morgana, the World Champion. She's ripped the balls from wrestling and thrown it to the dogs. A pink title? For fuck's sake, I would rather bathe in acid than go for a title like that! It's just some pigskin fashion accessory. I know I won't win it, but as long as that nut-licking slut doesn't have her hands on it, I'll be pretty fuckin' happy.
Pixie Jackson: She's just a bitch, anyhow!
Johnson Jackson: Damn right.
Pixie Jackson: She's as ugly as Buck Travis, too.
Johnson Jackson: Let's not go that far.
The image fades out, as a sheep "bahs" at Pixie, startling her.
When the cameras return to the ringside area, they show David Nistiero entering the ring, making his return to Sin Wrestling. On the other side of the ring is Michael, who made his debut at The Next Wave, now trying to move on in the number one contendership to the World Title tournament.
Before the bell can even ring, David Nistiero bursts across the ring, catching Michael from behind, blasting him with a running double-axehandle to the back of Michael's head, dropping Michael face-first into the middle turnbuckle pad. Grabbing Michael's head, David Nistiero repeatedly smashes his opponent's face over and over again off the middle turnbuckle. He lifts Michael up, hammers him with a back-elbow, which is enough to keep him cornered.
After Nistiero whips Michael across the ring, Michael crashes against the turnbuckle pads, leaving him open for an imprending attack from David Nistiero, who charges across the ring like an out-of-control train. Before he can land, though, Michael steps to the right, allowing David to crash into the corner. Right away, Michael latches onto Nistiero with a waistlock, prompting Nistiero to furiously flutter his arms, hoping to strike an elbow or two.
It doesn't work.
In fact, David Nistiero, despite having the size advantage, is lifted up by Michael and is then dropped on his back. From here, Michael straddles the big man, striking him with some punches. He even allow David Nistiero to stand, giving him the chance to bounce off the ropes, springing back with a swinging neckbreaker, dropping the big man, once more.
Even with David's attempts to fight back, including him on his knees, trying to hit Michael with some stomach punches, Michael does not stop his onslaught of assault. After bringing Nistiero up to a kneeling position, Michael sends some bionic elbows to the back of Nistiero's neck, stands back and then allows him to rise.
Once he is up, David stumbles around, noticing Michael charging at him, with his right arm extended, looking for a running clothesline. Seeing this, David gets his right foot up, dropping Michael with a big boot, bringing a big grin to David's face.
...However, Michael immediately leaps back up, feeling zero effects from the big boot. Turning around, David Nistiero sees this and stands prone, being knocked off his feet with a tremendous spear. As a result, Michael rises again, waits for Nistiero to rise and immediately puts on the Crucifixion, allowing him to roll Nistiero up...
...1...2...3!
Victorious, Michael stands up, being congratulated by the referee. Michael walks to the back, knowing what he has moved on to the next round, wondering who he will face next -- either Xander Gates or Casanova.
Winner: Michael
The scene cuts to show two men carrying what seems to be a carnival booth. One of the men is wearing a white t-shirt with iron-on letters that spell out "Mount Merlo." The letters don't exactly look professional, and they are slightly peeling from the fabric. The other man is definitely more toned than his partner, and his tight t-shirt and black slacks give more evidence of this. Both men have chaotic hair that sprouts from their head in every which way to give the shape of an afro.
The two men finally scuttle the booth to their chosen spot, which happens to be in the middle of a heavily populated area in the carnival.
Man in Black Slacks: Chyo, Hector! Tell these peoples to get out of our way. They are going to mess up my debut!
Hector, the man wearing the "Mount Merlo" t-shirt, calmly looks around at the people moving around their booth.
Hector: I told you, man. Nothing's going to mess this up for you. You are Adrián "Mount" Merlo. No one can mess up a mountain such as yourself, chya know?
Adrián stares at Hector for a moment, and then shrugs his shoulders.
Adrián Merlo: You're right. But are you sure that the carnival peoples will let us keep our booth here?
Hector: Cool it, bro! I got it all under control. This is what managers are for, ya know?
Hector disappears underneath the booth before Adrián can respond. He quickly reappears with a boom box in one hand and a tape in the other. Adrián sees the tape and immediately looks shocked.
Adrián Merlo: Hector, man! I told you to get a CD! No one wants to listen to those fuzzy tapes you keep buying!
Hector pays no mind to this and proceeds to insert the tape into the boom box. He turns the volume knob to it's maximum level and presses play.
As soon as he hits play, "Mars" by Gustav Holst hits and people start looking over at these two strange men playing their strange music. Hector takes this as his cue to stand up onto the booth and yell at the top of his lungs.
Hector: LADIES AND GENTLE PEOPLES!
As the carnival attendees walk by the booth, with stares of confusion, Hector begins to shout things in their general direction.
Hector: - HAVE YOU EVER STARED AT THE FACE OF THE MOUNTAIN!!?? HAVE YOU EVER SCALED GIGANTIC MASSES OF ROCK!?!?!? WELL NOW IS YOUR CHANCE!!! I GIVE YOU...THE ONE...THE ONLY...THE ADRIAN "MOUNT" MERLO!!!!!!
Adrián looks bewildered himself, but tries to do his best to look intimidating. People take a few moments to try and comprehend what their motives are, before deciding that both men on drugs. Pretty soon, everyone is ignoring Hector's feeble attempts to attract people to his client.
Adrián pulls Hector down from the booth and angrily shouts in his ear.
Adrián Merlo: Hector! I told you this wouldn't work! No one knows about my true strength yet! We have to wait until the peoples see the Mountain inside the ring.
Hector, who seems to be hurt by his failure, pushes Adrián out of the way. He storms off into the crowd with tears billowing up in his eyes. Adrián shakes his head in disbelief and then proceeds to move after him.
The music of Lit's "My Own Worst Enemy" plays to the bewilderment of the crowd. A man with black hair and stubble on his chin enters the entrance area, pauses and looks around at the fans in attendance. This familiar face soon begins to walk towards the ring, slapping the hands of several fans as he steps forward. Upon further inspection, the camera reveals the person to be Mike More, the former Ultraviolence Champion, who held the former title for a brief period of time back in 2004. Making his first appearance in about 2-3 years, Mike walks to the ringside area, receives a mixed reaction from the fans, slides into the ring and receives a microphone from the ring announcer.
Grinning, he steps into the center of the ring and begins to talk.
Mike Moore: For those who don't know I am, my name is Mike Moore, and I'm back in Sin Wrestling.
The fans give a mixxed reaction, mostly cheers due to the mentioning of Sin Wrestling.
Mike Moore: But before I talk about why I'm back, let's take a look back to when I first arrived. Let's go back all the way back to 2004.
He pauses for a moment.
Mike Moore: Mike Moore has just entered the Sin Wrestling company, after a unsucessful stint in a place called CMW. Right... Well, anyhow, Mike Moore joins Sin and shoots off like a bottle rocket, winning his first match, and beating five other people in his first pay-per-view to become the first ever Hardcore champion.
The fans cheer.
Mike Moore: But to be honest, the rest of my Sin career is a blur.
Boos begin to pour in.
Mike Moore: Okay, so maybe I do remember some things; like the Mchoot Brothers...
The fans cheer.
Mike Moore: And Flame...
The fans go silent and Moore drops his head and makes a cross over his body.
Mike Moore: But enough about the past. Let's talk about the future... about my future in Sin Wrestling. The fans cheer.
Mike Moore: See, I may have left Sin in shame, but I will return in a blaze of glory! I'm making a vow right now to destroy anyone they put in my path! To my road to the most coveted prize in Sin Wrestling, The World title.
Lick puppets, the fans cheer.
Mike Moore: So until then, Sin Wrestling, consider yourself offically on notice.
"My Own Worst Enemy" by Lit plays as Mike Moore drops the microphone and leaves.
The match starts off with Pain and Jean-Paul Lacklan already in the ring. Roxy Erikson however is outside the ring taking pictures with female teeny bopper fans and perverted males. The stalkers take advantage of Roxy's fan-friendliness and grope Roxy while she poses for the Kodak moments. The flashes reflect off her shiny metallic bikini that resembles more a disco ball than it does wrestling attire. Platform shoes with goldfish in the heels complete the outfit.
The bell rings and Lacklan charges at Pain and hits a running Yakuza Kick. It takes Pain a second to get up, but by the time he's up, Lacklan is bouncing off the ropes for yet another Yakuza Kick. Pain, however, will not fall for the same move twice and catches Lacklan's kick. The smarter man, Jean-Paul Lacklan, is two steps ahead and hits an enziguiri to the back of Pain's head, knocking him out.
Next, Jean-Paul Lacklan goes for Roxy, who's still outside, posing for pictures, and grabs her by the hair and rolls her under the bottom rope and into the ring.
Quite upset, she gets up right away and awaits Lacklan's arrival with a slap across the face. Lacklan, takes it like a man and asks for another. Roxy smiles and happily obliges and lays another five-finger greeting to Lacklan's other cheek, but Lacklan only grins in enjoyment of the treatment. Roxy goes for yet another slap, but this time, Lacklan catches her forearm in mid-slap and with considerably more strength, begins to overpower Roxy and brings her to her knees, twisting her arm all the way around.
Roxy thinks quick and hits a low blow to Lacklan forcing him to let go and tend to his nether regions. The crowd cheers and Roxy turns around and flexes her muscles for the crowd.
Almost immediately, Pain rolls up Roxy from behind...
...1...2...
Lacklan hits an double arm axe-handle breaking up the pinfall. He Irish-whips Pain, but Pain has other plans and goes for a clothesline, which Lacklan ducks. Roxy leaps into the air as Pain bounces off the ropes at the other end of the ring, anticipates Pain's charging clothesline and ducks. However, Lacklan runs and uses Roxy's bent over body as a step and hits a Shining Wizard to Pain's skull!
Gaining full control, Lacklan instructs Roxy to climb the turnbuckle to hit the Roxy Ride as he picks up Pain's beaten carcass off the mat. With the fans on her side, Roxy climbs the turnbuckle and Lacklan goes to pick up Pain... only to have Lacklan charge at Roxy, who, up until now, has been taking things not so seriously. As a result, Roxy flies off the top rope -- dropping all the way to the floor, where she smashes her head off the ring railing!
With only Pain left in the ring, Lacklan turns around, hovering over his opponent. Lifting Pain up, Lacklan applies a reverse facelock and then holds Pain up into the air, dropping him to the side with a stalling reverse brainbuster, which he calls The Final Rite! He makes the cover, getting the pinfall on the obviously delirious Pain.
...1...2...3!
Lacklan celebrates his victory, much to the fans' disapproval.
On the floor, Roxy comes to, and goes to confront Lacklan for his dirty gamesmanship. As she gets in Lacklan's face, he grabs her by the cheeks, telling her that he will give her purity, and then throws her back, smashing her into the corner. Bending over, he yanks off Roxy's boots, smashes open the heels and frees the golfish in her soles. Dropping the fish onto the canvas, Lacklan stands over them, rises his own foot and squishes them beneath a stomp.
Exiting the ring, he leaves a horrified Roxy behind, realizing that things are much more serious than what she originally figured.
Winner: Jean-Paul Lacklan
A drunken Corey Page remains seated in the backstage area, still depressed over his recent breakup with Kitty Extreme. The loss remains persistent with him, dropping his spirits so low, that he is now forced to convere with random animals that are on display.
Corey Page: Come heerrrrrrrrrre little lambchop. C'mon over to Corey. Do you know Betsy? Yes you knows Betsy don'tcha?
Managing to incoherently slur out the previous words, Corey Page, the Sin Wrestling owner, is no longer by himself. To his right, unbeknownst to him, Corey Page is directly next to Shane Donovan, who has a grin on his face and a pen in his hand.
Shane Donovan: Why hello, Mister Page.
Disturbed, Corey swings around, spotting Shane, who is in line for a Television Title shot tonight.
Corey Page: Hello thurrrrrrrrr... you... what's your name, again?
Rolling his eyes, Shane dispells Corey's previous words and then hands him over the pen.
Shane Donovan: I have something for you.
Corey Page: You do? Is it Kitty? God, I miss her so, so, sooooooooooo much.
Shane Donovan: [grumbling] No, it's not Kitty; it's something better.
Corey Page: Oh boyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
Shane Donovan: Yes, now stop being an oversized, drunken kid and sign this...
From his back pocket, Shane removes a piece of paper; a contract, perhaps. He hands it over to Corey Page, who doesn't even look it over before scribbling his name on it.
Shane Donovan: This...
Noticing that Corey has already signed it, Shane stops in mid-sentence and devilishly smirks.
Shane Donovan: Wow, that was fast.
Corey Page: Here ya go... now where do I get my free wings?
Shane plucks the contract away from Corey and gleefully looks it over. Without saying another word, he leaves a drunken and rambling Corey Page behind.
Corey Page: So, wait, no chicken wings? Hello? Hello?! Oh, look, a duckie.
A duck quacks up next to Corey Page, diverting his attention away from the prior meeting with Shane.
We cut to the Tilt-a-Whirl, where riding in the same car are Sin Wrestling’s resident interviewer Ace Rodgers and Sin Wrestling’s resident... dancing guy... Stevie Swing. The car spins around, Swing having a good time, Ace looking a little queasy. Never the less, when the ride is over, Ace composes himself and tries to conduct an interview…
Ace Rodgers: Stevie Swing, tonight, you take on David Cage in one of many first round matches in a tournament to determine a #1 Contender to Morgana’s World Title...
Stevie Swing: And you want to know my strategy going into the match, right? Freakin’ predictable interview guy. Look…I’ll tell you what my strategy is…simple enough, it’s to win quickly and get the hell out of here, alright? I don’t need to be hanging around this joint all night…
Ace Rodgers: You wouldn’t happen to be running from anybody, would you?
Stevie Swing: Running? Heck no! From who?
Ace Rodgers: Arran Hayden.
Stevie Swing: What? Him? No. Walking at a brisk pace…maybe. Running... never!
Ace Rodgers: You’re aware of the chance that you two will be meeting in that ring next week, right?
Stevie Swing: Yeah. So?
Ace Rodgers: You blinded him in one eye... there’s a strong possibility that he wants revenge, and here you are, looking to get out of here as quickly as possible. Are you…afraid of Hayden?
Stevie Swing: Look, Jack... reports of my cowardice have been greatly exaggerated. I ain’t afraid of Arran Hayden. If I do face him, then it’ll be because he is standing between me and a shot at the World Title; not because he wants his stupid revenge.
Ace Rodgers: So if you do face Hayden...
Stevie Swing: Then I’ll beat him like I did Booger, and like I’m about to with David Cage. Wrestling wouldn’t miss some pretty-boy jackass, hiding the same amount of treasure beneath his cool, rugged exterior as Al Capone’s vault. Mark my words, Ace... Arran Hayden may want a piece of me, he may get a piece of me; but by the end of this month, he and every other wrestler in here will be scratching their heads as the main event of the next Pay Per View is announced as Stevie Swing vs. Morgana. That’s what I want, that’s what I’m concerned with, and come hell or high water…that's exactly what’s gonna happen. Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s an opening in the Bumper Car line.
Stevie walks away from Ace as the Tilt-A-Whirl starts again, leaving the intrepid reporter stranded.
Glen Fischer is out first, holding a barbed-wire baseball bat, screaming random obscenities towards the fans. After he rolls into the ring, Arran Hayden comes out, much to the disdain of the fans, getting a well-earned jeer, prompting him to close his eyes and cover his ears, not liking what he is hearing.
Arran slowly opens his eyes and looks up. The crowd starts to boo, even though an assortment of camera flashes light up the arena, as he makes his way to the ring. Sliding under the bottom rope, Arran stands to his feet, only to slide out to the announcer's table. He signals for his music to be cut and it fades out to silence. Arran grabs Lex Robinson's headset.
Arran Hayden: The most villainous man in the history of Sin is now in your presence!
Arran throws the headset up against Lex's head and slides back into the ring, but is greeted by furious boots from Venom Fischer, who batters him down before tossing him into the corner to continue the barrage. Venom pauses for a moment to rear back, charging and Hayden with a nasty spear, but only gets a turnbuckle to the shoulder for his effort. Hayden slides around Venom to snap him back with a hard German suplex. But he holds on, repeating it through again…and again! And again, for a third suplex, before finally breaking his grasp! He hooks a leg, looking for a quick finish to the match.
...1...2...
But Venom kicks out strongly, and an eye gouge sends Hayden back, as the two trade blows for the better part of a minute. Fischer comes out on top, staggering Hayden for just long enough to crouch low and lift Hayden up onto his shoulders, before flattening him to the mat with an Alabama Slam! Venom sneers to the crowd, before sliding to the ring corner to retrieve his razor wire baseball bat! He lunges past the referee to swing at Hayden, who has staggered to his feet by now. Hayden ducks the swing, though, and drives several shots to Fischer’s kidneys, until Hayden is able to wrest the bat away from Fischer! He raises it high above his head, ready to strike down on Fischer, but the referee is motioning him off, threatening him with disqualification!
Hayden slowly lowers the bat, but doesn’t let go of it, instead arguing furiously with the referee, apparently about Fischer bringing the bat in the ring in the first place. He seems to be almost intentionally stalling…
As Shane Donovan slides into the ring, behind Glen Fischer! Shane locks Fischer upside down from underneath and behind, until he is upside down hanging behind Shane’s back! Hayden appears to intentionally distract the referee by playing tug of war with the baseball bat, as Shane crushes Fischer head first to the mat with a vertebreaker! The referee remains totally intent upon fighting the bat away from Arran Hayden, who finally shrugs and relinquishes it easily. Him and the referee turn, only to find Fischer unconscious on the mat. Hayden shrugs, before lifting Fischer back to his feet. As if just for certainty, Hayden blasts Fischer to the mat three times with the Hayden Bomb! He goes for a cover, with the slightest of nods to Shane Donovan, who is walking away backward, clapping lightly amidst the boos of the crowd.
...1...2...3!
Saliva hits the sound system again, as the bell rings and the referee raises Arran Hayden’s arm in victory. Hayden slides under the ropes and out of the ring, following Shane Donovan’s exit moments before.
Winner: Arran Hayden
The scene cuts to the backstage area, where Shane Donovan is standing with Ace Rodgers, who looks rather nervous about being there. Ace is flanked by two police officiers, who are standing guard by Destiny Daniels, who is sitting in a chair nearby.
Ace Rodgers: ...Um, well...
Shane Donovan: I don't suppose you'd be interested in doing your job now would you?
Ace looks over to the guards nervously while Shane rolls his eyes before looking over to Destiny, who merely shrugs.
Shane Donovan: Okay, I thought I'd try this the standard Sin Wrestling way, but that's not going to work. Get him out of here.
The two men grab Ace and drag him off, leaving Shane alone in front of the camera.
Shane Donovan: Let me make this clear to everyone out there tonight. What you're going to see happen once I get into the ring I have no excuses or apologies for. I thought I had made my demands clear at The Next Wave, but it's obvious the people that need to be listening aren't, so I will say it again. The World title will be mine. None of this silly tournament crap, I will be the next person to face Morgana for that belt, and I will be taking it from the bitch. I really don't care that Corey decided to throw Morgana's bimbo Barbie fashion accessory doll sidekick at me, I'll tear her apart if that means I'm going to get to Morgana quicker.
Shane pauses for a moment, while in the background Destiny takes a drag of a cigarette.
Shane Donovan: I don't want any excuses, Morgana, I don't want to hear any crying or whining about how none of this is fair to you. It's annoying enough that you've managed to talk Corey into letting you play "referee" while your friend gets tossed to the hounds, but I'm not going to give you any excuses. Destiny will not be joining me at ringside, nor will I be at ringside for her match. Unlike you and Adora, Destiny is a big girl and she can take care of herself. If you want to attack me that's fine, that's your perogative, but I will not be giving you any excuses other than your own fear of what I would do to you and your friend if you don't. Ready yourself bitch, like it or not you'll be facing me sooner rather than later, and that pretty little belt you carry will be my prize for putting you in your place. If Corey wants to have his little tournament that's fine, I'll be more than happy to oblige to that, but I am going to dictate who I want to defend against once I take that belt from you. Sin Wrestling is in need of a wake-up call, and I'm the one to do it.
With that the scene cuts to ringside.
The video feed cuts out to pre-taped footage, featuring Brody Reno and Konstantin Bryzgalov, in what appears to be the warehouse that The Next Wave was held in. Brody stands over Konstantin's fallen body, fresh off crashing through a double-stacked set of tables, after falling from the upper-deck. He has Konstantin's right hand, helping him up to his feet, way after everyone has left. Konstantin, in a daze, questions Brody.
Konstantin Bryzgalov: Did I win, Brody?
Brody Reno: Uhm... uh... yes...
Konstantin looks around, checking for the Lust Title.
Konstantin Bryzgalov: Then where is my title, you silly American?
Brody Reno: Uhm... uh... well... it's getting washed.
Even in a daze, Konstantin catches onto Brody's lie.
Konstantin Bryzgalov: Are you lying to me, Brody? Are you lying about me being the champion?
Brody Reno: Uh... well... yes.
Visibly angered, Konstantin shoves Brody away.
Konstantin Bryzgalov: How dare you lie to me, American scum...
Retorting back, though, Brody is quick to give Konstantin an update on things.
Brody Reno: It wasn't me! It was that goddarn Tony Millennia! Blame him! He struck you with a crowbar, from behind! He's the one that caused you to fall to the floor! It's not my fault!
While Konstantin walks away, he hears the name "Tony Millennia", stopping him in his tracks.
Konstantin Bryzgalov: What did you say, Brody?
Brody Reno: It was Tony! Tony Millennia! He did this! It's his fault!
With his back turned to Brody, Konstantin's hand forms into a fist.
Konstantin Bryzgalov: Tony Millennia...
Konstantin walks away.
Brody Reno: Where the heck are you going?
Ignoring the original question, Konstantin changes the subject.
Konstantin Bryzgalov: I am headed back to the homeland, for now. I will be back, Brody Reno.
Brody Reno: Wait, what? What are you going back to Russia for?!
Konstantin Bryzgalov: I will be back.
Brody Reno: Uh...
Konstantin exits the warehouse.
Brody Reno: Okay then!
Brody looks blankly on, not knowing where or why Konstantin has left.
"Love Is Not Enough" by Nine Inch Nails hits and Tony Millennia walks out through the curtains, slithers into the ring and waits for his opponent.
"Say Goodbye" by I Killed the Prom Queen hits the loudspeakers, and Vic Damon makes his way out onto the entrance to the applause of much of the audience. Damon wastes little time in getting into the ring, where Millennia eyes him carefully. The two circle each other as the bell rings, before finally slamming together in a grapple. Millennia quickly wrenches Damon with a wrist lock, before twisting him back around and driving him to the mat with a clothesline. Millennia attempts to clamp Damon in a single leg lock, but Damon fights him off and stalls him with a kick to Tony’s knee.
The momentum seems to tangibly shift as Vic Damon rises, lacing into Tony Millennia with rights, lefts, kicks, simply a barrage of blows that back Tony back into the corner, futilely attempting to block Vic’s shots. Vic whips Tony to the opposite ring corner, before crushing him with a flying avalanche. He attempts to repeat the trick, whipping Tony back to the original corner, but Millennia reverses it! Tony instead twists around Vic Damon and grabs in him a front facelock. A crushing knee to the groin and a downward snap brings Damon head first to the mat with a Ballistic DDT from Tony Millennia! Tony goes for a cover!
...1...2...
Kickout from Vic Damon! Damon is dragged to his feet, still clutching his testicles, as Millennia clamps him from behind in a cobra clutch, and then snapping him back with a suplex. Damon seems stunned, as Millennia drags him yet again to his feet, and locks him in a full nelson. Tony screams out to the crowd, before lunging Damon upward for the Millennial Ascent! But Damon lifts a leg back on the way up, and repays Tony for the earlier blow to the groin! The Ascent in foiled, as Vic Damon quickly lifts Tony up and lashes him to the mat with a snap power bomb! Damon goes for the cover!
...1...2...
And Tony kicks out! Damon rises, a little frustrated at hearing the fans’ letdown sighs. He stomps Tony several times, before leaping to the top rope and crashing over Tony with a frog splash! He covers Tony again, this time hooking the leg!
...1...2...
Damon rises, indignant, asking the referee where the 3 count was. But the referee points at Tony Millennia’s other leg, which he stretched out to lay across the closest bottom rope! Damon lifts Tony to his feet, laying into him with several punches in frustration. He looks to set up Millennia for a brain buster, but is foiled by a eye gouge from Tony! Tony whips Damon to the ropes, and Damon returns, finding Tony ready to back body drop him! Damon halts his momentum, instead lifting Millennia over his head with a power bomb lift, before blasting Tony to the mat with his Black finisher, a power bomb face plant! Vic goes for the cover, this time rolling Tony up, as well as reaching out and grabbing a rope for more support out of the referee’s eyes!
...1...2...3!
The bell rings as the referee raises Damon’s arm in victory, though the fan reaction is a little mixed thanks to his use of the ropes. Damon makes his way out of the ring, as Millennia finally rises, frustrated at his loss.
Winner: Vic Damon
Pixie Jackson is sitting in the back, getting herself acquainted with the SW environment, when Ace Rodgers approaches her, holding a microphone in hand.
Ace Rodgers: Pixie, welcome to Sin Wrestling!
Pixie Jackson: Hey honey, looking for a good time?
Pixie cocks a leg up, trying to get into Ace's pants, he begins to quiver.
Ace Rodgers: W...wh...why are you here?
Pixie puts her leg down, obviously familiar with the personal love-life of Ace.
Pixie Jackson: Well, I'm here with Johnson, he's my brother. And... I was sort of forced to come here after I said the stuff about the champ. Well, I was sort of expecting it.
Ace Rodgers: What was said? Surely it wasn't that bad.
Pixie Jackson: No, not really, I just said that she acted like a porn star slut to get the gold...or pink, if I go from what Johnson has told me. You know what? This sort of thing makes me sad, because it proves nothing at all.
Johnson is seen walking out to his match.
Johnson Jackson: Hey, sis, what do you think I'll be making this week?
Pixie Jackson: Black pudding!
Ace Rodgers: Uh... Thanks, Pixie.
Just then, Ace scratches his head and the image returns to the ringside area.
"Simple Design" by Breaking Benjamin plays off through a radio which is amplified by a microphone to reach the carnival crowd. Dan Black walks through a curtain and quickly makes his way to the ring. As soon as he slides in, he pops to his feet and stands in the middle awaiting Johnson Jackson. “Edgecrusher” by Fear Factory plays shortly after as Johnson Jackson and his lovely sister, Pixie Jackson; walk out to a mild applause. Pixie circles the ring and finds safety behind her brothers side of the ring as Johnson steps into the ring and stares down Dan Black.
Dan and Johnson immediately go after each other, laying on punch after punch. Dan gains the upper hand and punches Johnson back into the corner. He grapples with Johnson and tosses him towards the other side of the ring. Dan runs and leaps into the air, connecting with a clothesline on Johnson. Johnson stumbles out of the corner and Dan kicks him in the gut and lays him out with a DDT. Dan hooks the leg.
...1...2...
Kickout!
Dan rolls off Johnson and pulls him to his feet. He grapples with Johnson again but this time is surprised as Johnson uses a burst of energy to push away from Dan and put him on his back with a strong clothesline. Johnson’s forward momentum carries him to the ground with Dan. Pixie begins slamming her hands down onto the ring apron, hoping to stir Johnson and bring him to.
Dan, being relatively uninjured, is the first to his feet, but Johnson quickly follows. The two exchange blows once more, with Johnson eventually gaining the upper hand. Johnson tosses Dan towards the opposite side of the ring, where Dan rebounds off the ropes towards him. Johnson attempts a dropkick which Dan side-steps.
Dan bounces off the ropes once again and delivers a dropkick of his own to Johnson, just as Johnson was getting up off the mat. Dan hooks the leg, while making a cover.
...1...2...
Another kickout!
Pixie slams her hands down onto the mat once again, as Dan picks Johnson Jackson up to his feet.
Dan locks Johnson into a sleeper hold and goes for the submission, which sees Johnson falling to his knees and eventually looks as if he’s about to pass out. The referee attempts to raise his hand, but is knocked away as Johnson springs to life.
Johnson puts a few elbows into the gut of Dan and gives one last hard shot to get Dan off him. Johnson runs against the ropes and ducks an oncoming clothesline. He rebounds off the other side and catches a surprised Dan Black with a hard spear. Both men collapse to the ring, Johnson’s arm draped over the lifeless body of Dan. The referee drops to the mat.
...1...2...
Right before the three, Dan manages to kick out.
In protest, Johnson slaps the mat and jumps to his feet. He picks Dan up and pushes him into the corner, where he begins to throw a combination of kicks and punches to the body of Dan, who slides to the mat in the corner.
The referee forces himself between Johnson and Dan and begins to argue with Johnson. Pixie grabs Dan’s Purity Title and runs to the corner, where he is sitting. She slides into the ring, just as Buck Travis appears from the backstage area, running out from behind the curtain.
Buck slides into the ring and chases Pixie out. He eventually catches her, on the floor, and pulls her by the hair to the side of the ring, to keep her under surveillance. Becoming aware of his surroundings, Dan uses the ropes to pull himself up to a standing base, and sneaks up behind Johnson. Johnson turns around and receives a kick to the gut. Dan pulls Johnson into a powerbomb position and then lifts him into the air before slamming him back down with the “Hospitalizer”. Dan hooks his leg.
...1...2...3!
And with that, the match is over.
Buck rolls Pixie into the ring before walking away to the backstage area of the small carnival. Pixie tries to tend to her fallen brother, who pushes her away, before getting up and arguing with her. The two walk out of the area, arguing back and forth, as Dan Black slides out of the ring. As he walks towards the back a camera follows him. He looks into the camera and speaks.
Dan Black: Next week, another Goth joins the hit list!
He says this before disappearing into the backstage area.
Winner: Dan Black
The scene opens up in front of a trailer, where Ace Rodgers is standing before its closed door reading “Morgana” in pink script. Ace -- who is holding a caramel apple in one hand and a microphone in the other -- looks at the name on the door, then at the camera behind him, almost in a conspiratorial manner.
Ace Rodgers: I’m standing here outside the personal trailer of Morgana – uh, as you can see – hoping to catch her before she referees tonight’s main event between Adora and Shane Donovan. She doesn’t know I’m here because she doesn’t think I’m a good journalist, so she never lets me interview her, but tonight is going to be –
Suddenly the door opens, cutting Ace off in mid-sentence. He looks toward the door, expecting to see Morgana standing there, but is greeted instead by Jennifer Craig, her unfortunately-named, sometime publicist and agent.
Ace Rodgers: …Oh. How did you know I was here?
Jennifer Craig: We could hear you. What’s your business? Morgana is busy preparing for her job as referee tonight.
The camera zooms quickly over Jennifer’s shoulder, where Morgana can be seen in the background, wearing a tight pink referee shirt over fitted black pants. Noticing the camera’s focus, Jennifer blocks the doorway, effectively cutting the view off.
Jennifer Craig: I said, what’s your business?
Ace Rodgers: Oh, right. I wanted to ask Morgana how she felt about all of the new additions to the roster taking shots at her – especially Johnson and Pixie Jackson.
Without replying, Jennifer disappears inside the trailer, shutting the door for a moment. A confused Ace looks back at the camera, clearly confused.
Ace Rodgers: Uhhh…
Without warning the door opens again, and Jennifer appears, carrying a large fruit basket and several autographed pictures of Morgana in both hands.
Jennifer Craig: Well, Morgana apologizes for the inconvenience, but she’s too busy being World Champion to worry about new kids who have yet to pay their dues. Here’s a fruit basket and some autographed pictures for their troubles, and maybe some day – MAYBE – she’ll have time to acknowledge them herself.
Without another word, Jennifer shoves the pictures and basket into Ace’s already full hands, steals his caramel apple, and slams the trailer door as the scene fades to black.
David Cage comes to the ring to the sound of "Murder is Masturbation" by Nothingface, while Stevie Swing follows him out to the sounds of "Dance Epidemic" by Electric Six. Stevie steps up onto the ring apron and somersaults in, lands on his feet and sends a cheesy smile to everyone in attendance.
As the bell rings, the two combatants circle the ring briefly and then lock shoulders. David Cage starts things off with a boot to the stomach of Stevie Swing, who is having his first-ever on-screen match, and then irish whips him off the ropes. He holds his arm out, looking for a clothesline, but Stevie ducks and flies into the opposite set of ropes, storming back with a leaping shoulderblock, taking Cage off his feet.
Right away, both men get back up, only to have Swing hip-toss David Cage, the Lust Champion, who immediately scrambles back to his feet... only to be hip-tossed a second time by Swing... and again... and again! As David Cage rises again, Stevie Swing steps into him and applies a wristlock, twisting Cage's arm briefly before propelling Cage into the ropes, allowing Swing to whip him out. Upon David's return, Stevie Swing spinebusters David, driving him into the canvas. Swing scrambles for a pinfall...
...1...2...
However, David Cage is able to kick out with ease, allowing him to fight back and trade punches and forearms with Stevie, who blocks a punch and tries for a headbutt, which connects and sends David stumbling backwards. Seconds later, Swing applies a side-headlock, only to have it reversed by David Cage, who applies a headlock of his own.
Locked into position, Stevie can only push David Cage forward, resulting in David climbing up the turnbuckle pads and then flipping behind Stevie. From behind, David latches his hands around Stevie's head and drops him back, hitting a backcracker/lungblower, setting Stevie parallel to the turnbuckle pads.
Climbing to the top rope, having his back turned to his opponent, David leaps off, attempting to hit a corkscrew moonsault, but Stevie rises his knees up to his chest, resulting in a hard landing for the Lust Champ, as his torso lands with a hard impact. This allows for Stevie to regain some composure, as David rolls into the corner, trying to keep himself together,
As Cage gets up, still staggering, Swing charges him and jumps into a standing handscissors, arm bar combination, also known as the Stevie Night Fever! Cage is surprised by the maneuver and falls back to the ground, but in the process sweeps his back leg underneath the charging Swing and is able to turn the maneuver into an awkward looking, but potentially effective roll-up pin.
...1...2...
Stevie kicks out, just in time. Startled, he rises and tries to quickly end it all with a sudden Super Kick. Seeing this, David Cage ducks, and notices that his momentum is carrying him towards the corner. He runs up the set of turnbuckles, as Swing makes chase, allowing him to hit a perfectly-timed vertical moonsault. He makes a second cover...
...1...2...
Swing musters up enough strength to kick-out again.
Stunned, David Cage climbs the same corner, wanting to hit a flying headbutt. Seconds after he dives, though, Stevie actually rolls towards the corner, thereby sending David Cage smashing headfirst into the canvas.
Feeling that this has been a blessing in disguise, Stevie uses the top rope to help himself to his feet, watching as David Cage stands, trying to become aware of his surroundings. Unfortunately for the Lust Champ, he turns around, only to walk straight into The Last Dance superkick from Stevie, having his head snapped back from the force of the blow.
Collapsing to the canvas, David Cage is easy prey for Stevie, who covers his opponent...
...1...2...3!
Victorious, Stevie Swing gains his second career Sin Wrestling win and has his hand raised by the referee, who then mentions him moving onto the next round in the tournament to crown a number-one contender. Walking to the back, Stevie celebrates his victory in style, while David Cage remains in the ring, having his Lust Title handed to him, feeling glad that this wasn't a title match.
Winner: Stevie Swing
Adora, the Television Champion, stands in the backstage area, near the feeding docks and she is surrounded by a horde of children that are looking for autographs. Despite being busy, Adora takes time out of her schedule and starts signing various sheets of paper for random kids.
Random Child: Adora! Adora! Sign my autograph!
She obliges the wishes of the kid, signs the autograph and then passes the sheet of paper back.
Adora: Here you go.
Up next, another kid bellows out to the Television Champion.
Random Child: Adora! Me! Me!
Again, Adora signs an autograph and then hands it back to the kid, but not before another kid rings out a deafening roar, looking to have an autograph.
Random Child: Me! Me! Jesus merciful, me!
Yet another autograph is signed by Adora, who gladly hands the newly signed sheet towards the happy child. However, a gloomy, ominous shadow soon spreads over Adora and the children, sending them scattering away.
Adora: What the... unnnhppphhhhhh...
Before she can finish, the words hardly whistle out of her mouth, as a chair connects to the back of her skull, dropping her face-first onto the cement floor. Taking advantage of this situation, the person standing over her, Shane Donovan, her opponent for tonight, hunches over, grabs her hair and lifts her face off the ground.
Shane Donovan: Tonight, you may think you have an ace up your sleeve, considering who'll be refereeing our match tonight. But guess what... I have an ace up my sleeve, as well.
Releasing Adora's hair, Shane straightens himself up and stands to his feet. He removes the contract that Corey Page signed earlier in the night and snickers. He walks away, leaving Adora down-and-out, with a tiny trickle of blood flowing from her lip/mouth.
Buck Travis had a grin stretching from ear to ear. The Masked Day Laborer probably did, too, but we wouldn't know, afterall he IS masked. Corey Page wasn't smiling, however, as he is drunk off his ass.
Buck Travis: Now law states a signature, no matter how foreign the language it may be, is STILL a signature. And my pardner's signature is right there on all them forms and that accounts to him now being an employee of Sin Rasslin'.
Staring at the bunch of documents before him, Corey Page mindlessly shuffles through them.
Buck Travis: Now, we never said my pardner had to have already been employed under said company. All that was agreed upon was that I find a pardner or a tag team. And darn if it I ain't found one. And... and we got hundreds upon hundreds of witnesses to our agreement what with all the PPV buys and all and... heck Mr. Page, I ain't one to be going through the legal systems and whatnot but...
Corey Page glares at Buck Travis, not really buying his threats. He opens the top drawer of his desk and reaches inside for...
Buck Travis: Now listen... Let's be gentlemen about this whole affair. A deal's a deal. I've fulfilled my end of the bargain. Now its you who must man-up and hold up your end of the deal. So put 'er there, pardner!
Buck Travis extends his arm, offering a handshake, but instead of Corey Page embracing it with his own, The Masked Day Laborer does.
Buck Travis: I didn't mean you, D.L.
Corey Page's gaze turns into a smile as his hand is produced from his pocket with a... a stamp on his hand. He stamps the top sheet "SIGNED." He then proceeds to file the contract away when...
Buck Travis: Why, thank you Mr. Page. You won't regret this for...
Corey Page: Do you know where Kitty is?!
Confused, Buck Travis and The Masked Day Laborer exit the area.
The ill-fated movie, From Justin to Kelly, plays on the screen.
...
Yes, that's right.
Anyhow, the camera pulls back showing *******.
(Beep).
...
Ahem. Let me restate that.
The camera pulls back, revealing J-- *******.
...
One more time, with censors.
The camera pans back, showing ******* is glaring lovingly at the screen, watching as the horrifying movie plays on a television set that is hung on a carnie's wall. She licks her lips, enjoying Justin Guarini's hair bounce in the wind, while she is soon accosted by Leah Petrelli, another newcomer to Sin Wrestling.
Leah tugs on *******'s arm.
Leah Petrelli: C'mon! We have to go! We have to do that wrestling thingie!
Leah gets no reply, as ******* remains transfixed on the screen, watching Justin Guarini do a gay little dance.
Leah Petrelli: Hmph! Any day now!
Leah taps her foot on the ground, waiting for her friend to accompany her to the ring. Even after Leah tugs on her some more, ******* does not motion away from the screen, watching with extreme intense as Justin Guarini's cock tears into Kelly Clarkson's asshole.
Trust me, it's the X-Rated version.
Fed up with the lack of a response... and the lack of a partner, Leah walks to the left, out of sight of the camera.
*******: Waaaaaaaaaaahgphhpfffffff!
The camera turns left, showing Leah Petrelli standing behind a water pistol, shooting ******* in the face.
*******: My face! You dirty, dirty bitching whore of a slut!
Chasing after Leah Petrelli, ******* goes to attack the girl that squirted her, but steps once she views the second water pistol. Soon enough, she grabs it and returns fire at Leah.
Leah Petrelli: Hello, this is where you die.
*******: No, you will die, my friend.
Leah Petrelli: Oh, is that so?
*******: Yeah.
Leah Petrelli: Oh, really?
*******: Yeah.
Leah Petrelli: Is that so?
*******: Yeah.
Leah Petrelli: Is that you really think?
*******: Yeah.
Leah Petrelli: Really?
*******: Yeah.
Leah Petrelli: Are you serious, you can't be serious? Are you serious?
*******: Yeah.
Leah Petrelli: Oh.
A crew member walks up to both ladies, washing as they squirt themselves.
Crew Member: Uh, ladies, your match is next.
*******: FUCK YOU, DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!
Leah Petrelli: Yeah! You tell him! Save the cheerleader, save the world!
In unison, they both turn their guns toward the crew member, soaking him with water, cackling with laughter, while he just stands still, soaking it up. Yes, the pun is intended.
Crew Member: I hate my life. I really should reconsider suicide.
He walks away, leaving Leah and ******* alone.
Leah Petrelli: Hey, we should go beat up some Mexicans.
*******: Yes, ma'am!
Leah Petrelli: FUCK YOU, DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!
Leah grabs ******* by the hair and drags her towards the entrance area.
Buck Travis walks out to “The Streets of Bakersfield,” looking behind him every so often as the Masked Day Laborer walks out behind him, careful to remain 10 steps back at minimum. Buck rolls into the ring and readies himself for the match as the Masked Day Laborer climbs onto the apron and waits in the corner. Their opponents, ******* and Leah Petrelli, come out next. Well... they’re pretty much dragging each other out, tugging at each other’s hair. The two, locked in pseudo-catfight, finally bump into the ring, ending the hair pulling session, as they slide into the ring. Buck Travis smiles at the two women, who look at each other and spit back. Leah steps through the ropes, content to let ******* start the match as the bell rings.
At first, Buck seems a little wary to hook up with a woman. ******* and Buck look at each other for a short spell…but a huge smack from ******* ends the tension. Buck grabs *******’s face, but quickly recoils, as ******* bit him! Buck shakes his hand…and doubles over as ******* kicks him right in the groin! The referee tries to reprimand her, but to no avail as she covers Buck Travis…and gets a two!
******* tags out to Leah, allowing Buck’s manhood time to recover. She spits at the fallen cowboy, enraging him to the point that he lunges from his kneeling position, taking Petrelli out with a lariat! He looks down at the woman and goes to his corner, spits into his hand, and smacks it into the chest of the Masked Day Laborer. MDL enters the ring and runs at Leah, snapping off an elbow drop. He goes for a cover…one count only.
The Masked Day Laborer brings Leah up to her feet, before whipping her into the ropes. She bounces off, with ******* getting a blind tag, and rolls under a clothesline attempt. MDL tries to grap at Petrelli, but is taken out by a springboard dropkick from the apron, delivered by *******! ******* jumps on MDL, but he slides out and lunges…tagging Buck Travis’ boot!
Travis gets into the ring and lunges at *******, only for her to duck under, turn, and rake his back! Travis staggers forward, and ******* runs past him, bouncing off the ropes. She leaps at Travis, looking for a flying forearm, but it gets reversed into a powerslam! Buck hooks the leg…and gets a close two count! Buck pounds the mat and tags in the Mexican Day Laborer. The two pick ******* up by her hair and whip her into the ropes…she ducks a double clothesline attempt and leaps…Leah Petrelli is tagged in!
Leah quickly climbs the ropes, waiting for opponents to turn around. Buck Travis is the first to do so…and he receives a flying clothesline! The cowboy stumbles back and through the ring, crashing to the cold, hard, carnival ground. The Mexican Day Laborer tries to get at *******, only to be kicked in the groin! ******* and Leah make like a two person Voltron as MDL falls to the floor, with Leah putting her head between *******’s legs. Leah reaches through her legs, allowing ******* to pull with one quick ripcord action, sending Leah to the top turnbuckle... 450 splash on MDL!
She stays on top for the cover…1…2…3! ******* and Leah pick up the victory!
After the match, Leah and ******* celebrate their victory by punching each other in the nose and pulling on each other's hair.
Winners: Leah Petrelli and *******
"Sweet Sacrifice" plays as Destiny Daniels walks into the ring. She stands there, waiting for Paradox to come out and he does! He creeps to the ring, and waits for the bell.
When the bell rings, Paradox charges across the ring, hoping to strike Destiny Daniels with a lethal attack from behind. Aware of this, Destiny easily sidesteps the attack, thereby sending Paradox crashing into the turnbuckles. It's in here, that Destiny unloads with a series of martial arts kick to Paradox's upper-torso, finally finishing off by propelling herself into the air via the middle rope and then strking him with a kick to the jaw.
Stricken with pain, Paradox stumbles from the corner, only to have Destiny swinging backsweep his legs out from beneath him, dropping Paradox onto his back. Seemingly more vicious than ever before, Destiny is quickly back up, striking Paradox with a series of stomps to the chest and face. He even springs off the middle rope, propelling himself back and landing with both feet into Paradox's chest.
Rolling around, in an obvious amount of agony, Paradox holds his ribs and chest, unable to recover, thanks to Destiny maintaining an all-out attack on him. She lifts him up, holds him by his hair and then unleashes some rapid-fire kicks to Paradox's head, finishing him off with a leaping spin kick to Paradox's jaw, knocking him back into the turnbuckles.
Taking a page out of Adora's notebook, Destiny charges in to the corner, uses the top rope to push herself into the air and then connects with a single-leg kick to the side of Paradox's head, dazing him. Paradox, the brother of now-deceased former SW Champion, Flame, stumbles out of the cornerm trying to stay on his feet.
Falling to one knee, Paradox comes face-to-face with Destiny, who is flying through the air, attempting to hit some airborne move. Ducking to the side, he parries his way away from a flying strike to the throat from Destiny, spins her around and then knees her in the gut. He wraps her left arm around his neck and hoists her up, trying for a vertical suplex; but Destiny, as always, is quick to shift things in her favor.
Slithering like a snake, finding an escape behind Paradox, Destiny lands on her feet, strikes him with the Serpent Strike, hooks onto his left arm and then drags him down to the mat, applying The Cottonmouth. Within seconds, she has Paradox tapping out, ending the match.
Awarded the victory, Destiny stands to her feet, has her hand raised by the referee, only to whip her arm away from his grasps. Walking to the back, she actually ignores the fans cheers, leaving everyone in a state of confusion.
Winner: Destiny Daniels
Passing his way through a gate, slinging a blue gym bag over his right shoulder, Trent Turner enters the area, noticing the camera that is catching him making his entrance. Halting in his tracks, he looks down at the camera, drops his bag and begins to talk.
Trent Turner: I told you I'd be here. How could I miss this night?
He cocks his neck, sticking his nose in the air.
Trent Turner: I mean, how could I miss the chance to make my return and get even with someone else who is also making their return.
He pauses for a moment and smirks.
Trent Turner: Yes, I'm talking about you, the beloved Nikita DeLore -- or should I say Nikita Graff?
Trent smirks at the camera, knowing that last comment will grate into Nikita's skin, angering her, probably even forcing her to lose focus on the upcoming match.
Trent Turner: It was you, Nikita, that suspended me, thus rendering me unable to be a part of the Over The Top Rope event. It was you, Nikita, that stole my chances of moving up the Sin Wrestling ladder, taking away my spot, and giving away my chance to become the Sin Trophy winner. Hell, you even took away a chance for me to face you. But tonight...
Giving a slight "heh", Trent's focus remains on the camera lens.
Trent Turner: Tonight things change. You're no longer the World Champion. You're making a return from a lengthy absence. You don't even hold my fate in your hands. No, because tonight, fate is in my hands. And fate will allow me to bypass you and move on to increase my chances on moving up within the ranks of Sin Wrestling.
Finished talking, Trent picks up his bag and walks towards the entrance area.
Trent Turner comes out to the ring first, the crowd watching with little more than apathy as he climbs through the ring ropes. He climbs said ropes and raises his arms, looking for the fans to cheer for him despite dispositional roles, and gets maybe a golf clap out of sympathy. Nikita’s entrance couldn’t be more different though, as the raven haired woman comes out to quite an ovation upon her return to the ring. She slides into the ring and looks at Trent shortly before cracking her knuckles in anticipation. The bell rings.
The two lock horns briefly, Trent trying to get some kind of leverage, succeeding only briefly as he shoots his opponent into the ropes. Nikita catches him off guard though and jumps into the ropes, using them as a springboard into a moonsault…and a two count! Nikita shrugs the near fall off and brings Trent to his feet, only for Turner to fire back with some offense. Trent goes for the dreaded Various Suplexes, only for Nikita to flip out of it, landing on her feet! Trent is stunned, allowing Nikita to roll him up…another two count!
Trent immediately gets to his feet, embarrassed now, and levels the former World Champion with a brutal clothesline! A few stomps later, and he brings her to her feet. Another flurry of punches sees Trent look to follow it up with another clothesline…and it is again successful! Trent waits for Nikita to get up again, perhaps looking for a third lariat. She rises and Trent charges…only to be taken down! Nikita quickly slaps on her famous cross armbreaker, and Trent has no alternative but to tap out to the End!
The bell rings, and the fans cheer as Nikita gets to her feet to have her arm raised by the referee. Looks like somebody is moving on to round two.
Winner: Nikita
The combination of pink and white stripes never looked so good. Not until they were donned by the World Champion, Morgana, who is wearing a pink and white stripe referee shirt, signifying her role in tonight's main event. She is walking through the backstage area, ignoring the whistles and cat-calls from various horny carnies, rolling her eyes at each of their sexual suggestions. Noticing a group of officials swarming around someone, she walks over, trying to inspect the situation, shock and dread spreading over her when she realizes that the officials are huddled around Adora, who is having her health checked by medics.
Morgana: What the... Wifey, what happened?!
Shoving various officials aside, she steps next to Adora, grabbing her hand, checking on her, hoping she is okay.
Adora: I... I'm okay. It was that bastard... Shane Donovan.
Morgana: Figures. What's his problem, anyhow? It's not like we actually did anything to him.
Adora: Apparently, he's on some self-congratulatory crusade against us, saying that he wants our titles.
Adora manages to squeak out a response, while holding her neck, rubbing it ever so gently.
Adora: He even taunted me, saying something... but I forget what...
Morgana: Gay. I'm sure he's just making up for his tiny penis, anyhow.
Adora: No doubt.
The Wifeys look at each other and then burst into a No Doubt song.
Adora/Morgana: Don't speak! I know what you're thinking!
All of the random medics and official look at each other, sharing an awkward glance, as the two Wifeys walk away together; Adora apparently feeling better from the attack.
5 hours earlier...
Much earlier in the evening, before everything can be properly setup and hours before anyone can stand in attendance, two men sit on chairs, in the center of the ring. On one side, looking suave and debonaire is Lex Robinson, Sin Wrestling's head announcer and analyst; opposite of him, is Xander Gates, who is not yet dressed for tonight's festivities and no longer wears gold around his waist.
Lex, who remains seated across from Xander, begins the questioning period.
Lex Robinson: Xander, you called me here for this interview for a reason. I don't want to beat around the bush or anything, but what is that reason?
Sitting up in the chair, Xander nods his head and holds up his right arm, showing a cast around it.
Xander Gates: As you can see, Lex, I'm broken down. I've lost the Purity Title, I've lost my will to compete and I'm losing my health. Little by little, day by day, things worsen, but I keep going; and for that, the fans stand firmly behind me. For that, I thank them.
Lex Robinson: I see. Makes sense, yeah.
Xander Gates: However... things must come to an end.
Lex Robinson: Huh?
Xander sits back, wishing to further explain himself.
Xander Gates: You see, tonight, I face Casanova. As you, I, and everyone else knows, we ave quite the history with each other, even ranging all the way back to NEWA. I will admit it, I respect Casanova. I think highly of him; he's a well defined person... thing... or vampire... or whatever the hell he is.
Lex Robinson: Uh huh. You respect Casanova...
Xander Gates: I respect Casanova, but I have to beat him. My time for competition is coming to an end; much sooner than expected. If I cannot defeat Casanova and advance to the next round of the World Title Number One Contender Tournament, I'll...
Xander pauses a moment, reflecting on what he's seconds away from spurting out.
Lex Robinson: You'll what?
Xander Gates: I'll hang up my boots.
Lex Robinson: Say what?
Xander Gates: You heard me. If, tonight, I cannot beat Casanova, in this very ring, I, Xander Gates, will retire. Not only will I retire from Sin Wrestling, but I'll retire from wrestling, all together. I need to prove this to myself, Lex. I know I can do it. I know I can be the one to drive the final stake through his heart.
Lex Robinson: B- b- but what happens if you... you know... you don't win?
Another pause from Xander garners more reflection from him.
Xander Gates: Then you will see the end of Xander Gates in a wrestling ring.
Upon saying those words, Xander Gates rises from his chair and exits the ring, leaving a much bewildered Lex Robinson behind.
Lex Robinson: Wow... I can't believe it. Can he do it?
The image fades out.
"Pain Redefined" by Disturbed plays over the speakers, thereby bringing out Casanova, who marches towards the ring, looking almost drained, but ready for a fight. After he slides into the ring, the music switches to "Death March" by Black Label Society, thus bringing out Xander Gates, whose prior interview was recently played. Knowing that if he does not defeat Casanova and does not advance to the next round, that he will retire, Xander Gates solemnly enters the ring, ready for some action.
The bell rings and the match begins with Casanova and Xander immediately meeting in the center of the ring, going face-to-face with each other. To start things off, Casanova strikes Xander with a slap across the face, startling the former Purity Champ, knocking him back. Of course, Xander is quick to retaliate, as he swings a forearm towards Casanova's face, forcing the vampire back.
These two continue to exchange blows, going strike-for-strike in the center of the ring, until Xander decides to strike Casanova with another discus-forearm shot, dizzying Casanova, who is then prone for a climbing inziguiri from Xander Gates.
Xander continues the original onslaught, kicking and stomping Casanova into the canvas, eventually knocking him against the turnbuckle pads, where he unloads a barrage of chops and slaps into Xander's chest, soon placing him into a seated position on the top rope. Climbing up alongside Casanova, Xander gives him some more punches, fighting for his career and attempts a superplex. However, before Xander con complete the move, Casanova fights back, even striking Xander with a headbutt, stirking him with such regularity that it knocks Xander off the top rope and onto the canvas.
Taking advantage of this, Casanova stands on the top rope and then leaps off, hitting a picture-perfect flying dropkick that connects with Xander's face and chest. Now with things in his favor, Casanova focuses his attenton on Xander Gates, wanting to be the one that ends his career.
Having Xander cornered, he bashes his face off the top turnbuckle and then whips him across the ring. He charges in, hoping to hit a running clothesline, only to have Xander roll out of the way, thus causing Casanova to crash face-first into the turnbuckle pads. Using the rebound potential, Xander ducks down and schoolboy-rolls Casanova up...
...1...2...
At the count of two, Casanova steadily kicks out, pushing Xander off his legs. Springing right up, Casanova disrupts an attempt to stand from Xander Gates, kneeing him upside the head with a stiff blow. On top of this, Casanova then lays out Xander with a package-piledriver, dropping Xander directly on his head.
Climbing to the top rope, Casanova measures Xander up, hoping to nail him with a flying legdrop; but just as he shoots off the top turnbuckle, Xander rolls to his right, forcing Casanova to land with blunt force. Wishing to take advantage of this, Xander sneaks up on Casanova, applies a half-nelson cradle-rollup and tries to get a quick victory.
...1...2...
But again, Casanova resumes the match by kicking out!
Despite lifting Casanova up and hitting him with a michinokou driver, Xander errs when he attempts a second-rope springboard moonsault, as Casanova rolls to safety, just in the nick of time. This results in Xander crashing onto his face, giving Casanova a proper amount of time to rise to his feet, waiting on Xander to rise, acting as if the former Purity Champ is some sort of prey.
When the time is perfect, Casanova charges forward, hitting one of his moves, The Bad Omen, confusing Xander Gates, sending him into a stumbling mess. Casanova then grabs Xander, hoists him up into a vertical suplex position and then drops him stomach-first across the top rope, leaving him out to dry. Seconds later, he springs ahead, only to knock Xander off the ring apron with a running European Uppercut.
Collapsing off the ring apron, Xander hurdles to the floor, his back crunching against the ring railing that surrounds the ring. Allowing Xander Gates to rise, Casanova escalates to the top rope and then dives off, hoping to hit a flying crossbody to the floor onto Xander; but fails, thanks to Xander stepping aside, resulting in Casanova crashing hard into the steel railing.
The two men continue their battle on the floor, with several scenes showing Xander ramming Casanova's head into the ring post, Casanova fighting back and bashing Xander's skull off the ring railing; and even Xander Gates ducking beneath a clothesline attempt, only to hoist Casanova up into a back-suplex position. Up next? You guessed it. Xander drops Casanova crotch-first over the ring railing, sending a shockwave of terror through everyone in attendance. Jumping onto the ring apron, Xander takes a few steps back, steamrolls forward, leaps off the apron and then flying clotheslines Casanova, knocking him off the ring railing rather violently.
The duo soon return inside of the ring, exchanging some more blows, with Xander getting most of the upperhand, being granted this after Casanova misses a spin wheel kick. After having applied a stump-puller for a few short seconds, the action continues, seeing Xander block a comeback attempt from Casanova, who tries for a back-elbow. Thinking wisely, Xander ducks the elbow, swings Casanova around and then attaches himself to Casanova's side, looking to hit the "X Marks the Spot".
Aware of this, Casanova blocks the attempt and sends another elbow to the side of Xander's head, striking him in the temple. Rolling back, he cradles Xander, allowing for a pinfall attempt.
...1...2...
Seconds before the referee can slap his hand off the mat once more, Xander rolls out of danger, thus halting the count and saving his career, for now.
Even with the kickout, the same side-by-side attachment is made, with Xander and Casanova rising to their feet at the same time, still interlocked with each other. Again, Xander tries for the "X Marks the Spot", but once more, Casanova outwits him by plaving his right foot over Xander's leg, stopping the flow of the maneuver.
With nothing else to do, Xander releases the hold and attempts to lariat Casanova, but he ducks beneath Xander's arm. When Xander swings around, he walks directly into a kick to the gut from Casanova, who then pulls him into a standing headscissors attempt and hits him with a double-underhook piledriver; a new move from Casanova repertoire, which he calls "Second Death"!
Rolling over onto Xander Gates, Casanova makes the cover...
...1...2...3!
Having the three-count delivered, Casanova stands to his feet, proud of his victory and negates the referee from hoisting his hand in victory. Calmly, he walks to the back, without saying a word, leaving Xander Gates in the ring.
Sitting up, Xander looks around at the audience, who chants his name.
Fans: Thank you, Xander!
They clap and cheer, watching as Xander rises to his feet, having lost the match and now being forced to retire.
Fans: Thank you, Xander!
Xander Gates accepts the cheers from the fans and then quickly goes to exit the ring, only to receive some jeers from the fans, who don't want him to leave just yet.
Fans: One more time!
Accepting the request of the fans, Xander Gates stands in the center of the ring, bowing for the last time in a Sin Wrestling ring.
Winner: Casanova
Shane Donovan is shown walking to the entrance area, holding the same contract he had signed earlier in the night. Before he reaches his destination, Ace Rodgers races up behind the bright-eyed, wide-smiling Sin Wrestler.
Ace Rodgers: Shane... Shane... hey, Shane, wait up!
Placing his right hand on Shane's shoulder, he gets the former Purity Champ to turn around, immediately questioning him on the document in his hands.
Ace Rodgers: What is that? What is that thing that Corey Page signed for you? You attacked Adora earlier in the night, claiming you had an ace up your sleeve... well, what are you talking about?!
Emotionless, Shane's eyes gleam in the spotlight, smirking as he holds the contract up to Ace's face.
Shane Donovan: You want to know what this is?
Ace Rodgers: Yes!
Ace both nods and replies.
Shane Donovan: Fine. I'll tell you.
Shane begins to talk with a hushed, emotionless tone.
Shane Donovan: This, my friend, is a contract that states the following. I'll paraphrase it for you: "If Morgana touches me, or tries to screw with the match in any way; Adora will not only lose the match, but she will lose the Television Title -- to me!"
Following the declaration of his match's stipulation, gives a snarky smirk and then walks away, leaving Ace Rodgers stunned.
"The Outsider (Resident Reinhold mix)" by A Perfect Circle hits the speakers and this brings out Shane Donovan, the former Purity Champion, who still has the document that was signed earlier in his hands. Slowly, he walks to the ring, showing a calm demeanour, not really worried about the fact that the numbers are against him. When he enters the ring, he steps over to the referee and hands the sheet of paper to the referee, who is aware of the new stipulation to the match.
In contrast with the previous entrance from Shane, "What Is Love?" by Haddaway hits the speakers, bringing out Team Wifey members, Adora and Morgana, who are the Television Champ and the World Champ, respectively. Morgana, decked in her pink and white striped referee shirt is the first person down, as she slides into the ring, keeping a keen eye on Shane Donovan, forcing him to back off while Adora climbs inside.
Seconds after everyone is inside of the ring and after Adora hands off her Television Title, Morgana calls for the bell, officially starting the match.
Ding, ding, ding!
Having heard the bell, Shane Donovan does not move from his corner, leaning against the turnbuckle, as his grin grows from ear-to-ear, only seething Morgana's and Adora's rage. Nevertheless, when he feels the time is right, he saunters into the center of the ring, meeting Adora with a collar-and-elbow tie-up. From here, Shane instantly locks on a headlock, taking control of things, as he flips Adora over, taking her down with a headlock-takedown.
Not liking her predicament, Adora uses both legs to reach up, wrap around Shane's head and force the release of the hold. Kipping-up to her feet, Adora puts herself in proper positioning for Shane, who also rises, but he does so much slower and much more careful than his predecessor. When he is up, again, Shane lurches towards Adora, looking to grab onto her head for a second time; but Adora ducks beneath his advances, forcing him to turn around, only to move right into a swift kick to the leg from Adora.
Following that kick, Adora unloads with a swinging kick to the side of Shane's skull, knocking him onto his back, dizzying him, rendering him unable to stand. Up to one knee, he attempts to rise, only to have Adora try a Shining Wizard, which he ducks.
Despite missing Shane's head with her running knee attack, Adora is able to land on her foot, stand behind Shane, and then return her foot, striking Shane in the back of his skull with a modified version of an inziguiri. Both competitors immediately rise, looking to attack the other one, with Adora sending a swinging kick to Shane's head... which he ducks!
Using this ducking momentum, he shoots himself right off the ropes, springing back with a running forearm attempt, which Adora also ducks and then sends herself running towards the ropes. Doing a handstand, she allows her back to bounce off the ropes, springs back onto her feet and then flips back, hitting a spinning roundhouse kick to Shane Donovan's head, knocking Shane out of the ring, where he throws a borderline-fit on the floor.
In the ring, Morgana congratulates her wifey, Adora, on a job well done, knowing full-well that she cannot do anything to attack Shane. Adora then prompts Adora to start a quick count on Shane, who remains on the floor.
..1..2..3..4..5..6..
Having no time to recover or relax on the floor, Shane instantly pops up onto the apron, breaking the count, only to be met with a baseball-slide dropkick from Adora, which knocks him back down to the floor, for the second time in a row. As he stumbles around on the floor, Adora slingshots herself over the top rope, gliding towards Shane, landing on his shoulders and then huracanranas him onto the floor, all the way from inside of the ring!
As Adora lands on the floor, Morgana stops her count, watching as Adora climbs over the ring railing, watching as Shane rises. Using the railing as a springboard, she jumps onto the rail and prepares to sail through the air. When she does, Shane immediately jumps up, extends his arm and nearly lobs off Adora's head with a massive clothesline, knocking her on her back, resulting in a large exhale of oxygen to be emitted from her lungs.
A harsh expression spreads across Morgana's face, as she can only watch as Shane Donovan stands and starts to unload an unmerciful amount of body shots, punches and knees onto Adora. Scooping the Television Champion up, he turns towards the ring post and hurries towards it, smashing Adora's back into it and then nonchalantly releases his grip on her, allowing her to fall to the flook like a sack of bricks.
Slithering back into the ring, Shane taunts Morgana, telling her to count-out Adora, yelling and screamng at her to do so. He even gets in her face, reminding her of the newfound rule that disables Morgana from touching him, or else Adora will lose and the title will go to Shane.
Eventually, Adora will rise, thanks to some additional help from Shane Donovan, who bashes her face off the ring apron before rolling her back in. After deivering a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, he goes for a cover, which Morgana refuses to count.
Angst-ridden, and probably rightfully so, Shane Donovan gets to his feet, cocks his fist and threatens to hit Morgana; but she fires back with some words of her own, forcing Shane to halt his attack. As this discussion happens between Morgana and Shane, Adora slowly regains her wits and slides up behind Shane, rolling him up with a schoolboy-rollup.
Dropping down, Morgana starts an immediate count...
..1..2..
Kicking out, nano-seconds before the three can be made, an enraged Shane springs to his feet, hollers into Morgana's face, but stomps on Adora's head and back before she can try another prank. Visibly upset, Shane turns his back on Morgana, who snickers at Shane's expense.
Her snickering doesn't last too long, as she is forced to watch as Shane hoists Adora up and drives her back down to the mat with The Brokedown, a pump-handle powerbomb type move. A big grin is shown on Shane's face, as he swiftly scurries up to the top turnbuckle, about to dive through the air with The Phoenix Stomp. However, before he can launch himself, Morgana, the referee, hurries over, grabs onto Adora's arms and pulls her to safety. Anger obviously pervades throughout Shane's body, as he easily leaps off the top turnbuckle, getting back into Morgana's face.
Of course, Morgana shows sign of glee, as once again, she screws over Shane Donovan, without breaking any of the stipulations he put into play. Frustrated, Shane turns his attention towards Adora and starts pounding her in the corner, even striking her with a series of rapid-fire kneelifts. He even goes as far as to butterfly superplex Adora off the top rope and then goes to cover her, giving Morgana a nasty look to Morgana before the cover.
As expected, Morgana drops down and makes an ultra-slow count.
......1...........2............
The fans jeer Shane Donovan as he rises to his feet, angered at Morgana's lack of a pinfall. Turning around, he lifts Adora to her feet, whips her into the corner, and upon her rebound, catches her with a powerslam, furthering damaging her back.
Taking a moment to taunt Morgana about the damage done to her friend, Shane sits The Television champ up and proceeds to wail away on her back with some football kick, each shot hammering Adora's back like a hammer-to-a-nail. From here, Shane lifts Adora up, positions her into a standing headscissors position and then slams her back down with a powerbomb!
Giving a throat-slash signal, Shane instantly plucks her back up, places her between her legs with another standing headscissors and then hoists her up into the air, having her in another powerbomb position. Seeing this, Morgana, leaving behind her fair referee duties, steps forward and stands behind Shane, allowing her to reach out and hold onto Adora's hands, not allowing her to be powerbombed to the canvas. Unaware of this, Shane does his best to plunge Adora down, but she fights back, striking Shane with some fists to his skull and then, with an extra push from Morgana, is able to huracanrana Shane down, rolling him up nice and tightly.
Morgana drops down, making the pinfall...
...1...2...
But again, Shane quickly kicks out, continuing his quest for the Television Title. Rising up just as quickly as he went down, Shane stands before Adora can and knees her in the face, seconding that by hitting a fisherman's buster, hoping to keep the champ down.
Not only does Shane use a fisherman's buster to try and keep Adora down, but he then lifts her up by her hair, positions her over his right shoulder and then gives her an Air Raid Crash, driving her neck, head and back into the canvas! Hooking onto Adora's right arm, Shane rolls the champ onto her stomach, stands over her and then slaps his chest, winking and pointing at Morgana.
Bending over, Shane locks on The Clincher, position Adora so that she is in plain sight of Morgana. As soon as it is applied, the fans start to rally behind Adora, who is being choked out by a vicious Shane Donovan. Morgana steps in, checks on her friend, trying to make sure she is still in the match and to see if she gives up; but Adora constantly relents.
In fact, Adora's will is so strong, that even though Shane clings to her, trying to choke her strength out, she is able to make it towards the ropes, allowing her to place her left foot on the bottom rope. Seeing this, Morgana starts a 5-count, which will force Shane to release the hold.
...1...2...3...4...5...
Morgana steps in, announcing that she will disqualify Shane if he does not release the hold.
But Shane smirks like a devil and wrenches the hold on even further. Again, Morgana counts...
...1...2...3...4...5...
Once more, she tries to remove Shane from Adora, but no luck. Screams of agony and pain emit from Adora, who is nearly being choked to death by Shane, who continues to lock "The Clincher" tight.
With Shane not following her demands of release, Morgy calls for the bell, thus disqualifying Shane, giving the victory to Adora. Despite this loss, Shane continues to apply The Clincher, even with the match over.
Fearing for Adora, Morgana begins kicking and stomping on Shane, but he still does not detach himself. It isn't until Morgana rolls out to the floor, grabs a chair and re-enters with it, does Shane let go off the hold. Upon seeing the chair, Shane releases his hold, rolls to the outside and walks to the back, having a grin plastered all over his face.
The final image of the night is that of World Champion, Morgana, standing over her fallen ally, Adora, who remains the Television Champ, and is declared the winner via DQ. Despite his loss, Shane looks pleased and points to Morgana before the cameras fade out.
Winner: Adora (by DQ)