Before things can get underway, Arran Hayden stands outside of the building where tonight's Sin Wrestling event is set to take place. He watches as random cars and passers-by enter the area, driving along in their automobiles, including Adora and Morgana, who both arrive in a pink car. A secondary car drives behind them, nearing the building, capturing his attention, when suddenly...
Stevie Swing: Whoops!
From behind Arran, Stevie Swing appears out of nowhere, seeming to accidentally push him from behind, into the path of the incoming car, which is being driven by the unstable duo of Leah Petrelli and *******.
Leah Petrelli: Let me drive!
*******: No!
Leah Petrelli: Come on!
Leah tugs on *******'s hair, forcing her to swerve to the side, clipping Arran Hayden, sending him up-and-over the bonnet of the car. They stall for a moment, looking around, trying to figure out what just happened.
Leah Petrelli: Did we just hit a moose?
*******: A gay moose!
Leah Petrelli: Hooray!
The two ladies drive off, leaving Arran Hayden writhing on the pavement, while Stevie Swing looks on, in apparent shock. A crowd gathers around, trying to figure out what's happening, prompting Stevie to detail the previous occurences.
Stevie Swing: It was an accident! I didn't see him! I swear!
Several medics and officials swarm around Arran Hayden, checking his health and trying to bring him conscious.
Lit's "My Own Worst Enemy" plays and Mike Moore walks out from the backstage area, rolling inside the ring, when Buck Travis follows out behind him, ready for his match. Finally, Savage Youth makes his grand return to Sin Wrestling, as he walks out from behind the curtain, giving a big "Yo!" to everyone in attendance. Yo'ing his way to the ringside area, Savage Youth slides inside, readying himself for the action to start.
When the bell rings, Savage Youth is immediately the first person to burst out from his standing position, having him stomp across the ring, attacking a confused Mike Moore with a high knee to the face. Like an overly-energetic hyena, Savage Youth begins to viciously bounce up and down on Mike Moore's chest, using the ropes to help propel himself into the air; all while Buck Travis looks on, obviously confused.
Deciding that he wants to make an impact, Buck walks in, taps Savage on the shoulder and gets him to turn around. Bewildered, Savage Youth jumps off Mike Moore, giving him one more knee before he can turn. Unfortunately, as he rotates, Savage Youth walks right into an eye-poke from Buck, who quickly takes advantage of this situation, as he chops Savage Youth into the ropes and whips him across the ring.
Upon Savage Youth's rebound, Buck Travis drop-toe-holds him, forcing Savage Youth to fall directly on his face. Popping back up, the wiseer, older Travis gets to his feet and looks to drop an elbow across the back of Savage Youth's head. However, before he can land it, Savage Youth rolls to his right, thereby causing Buck's elbow to smash into the canvas.
Holding his arm, Buck rolls around on the ground, holding onto his arm, allowing Savage Youth to get to his feet. Just as he rises, though, he is met with a clothesline attempt from Mike Moore, which Savage Youth is able to block by putting up two hands. He then swing an arm of his own towards Mike's head, but that is ducked, prompting Savage Youth to charge backwards, towards the ropes and springboard off the middle rope with a back-elbow attempt.
Aware of the previous attempt by Savage, Mike Moore drops down to the canvas, hoping to avoid any sort of damage... but Savage Youth is ironically aware of this. Stopping before he springboards back, Savage Youth remains standing on the middle rope, turns around and then leaps off, hitting a legdrop to the back of Mike Moore's head.
Turning Moore over, Savage Youth tries for a pinfall...
...1...2...
However, Buck Travis crawls over, striking Savage Youth in the ear with a clap/punch.
Having his ears rung, Savage Youth rises to his knees, in a daze, while Buck Travis covers Mike Moore.
...1...2...
Seeing this, Savage Youth becomes shocked and yanks Buck off Mike, pulling him off Mike Moore by his ears. This leaves both men kneeling over Mike Moore, exchanging punches, chops and girlie-slaps, with Savage Youth doing most of the slapping.
Eventually, Buck Travis gets the best of Savage Youth, striking him with an uppercut to the jaw, raising him to his feet, where he is able to snap-suplex him up-and-over, with Savage landing on top of Mike Moore. Buck goes as far as to place Savage Youth on top of Mike Moore, laughing as he places them in a 69 position, with Savage Youth getting a face-full of Mike Moore's crotch; and Mike Moore getting a face full of Savage Youth's.
Having Savage Youth turned over, Buck Travis is able to lock in the first portion of his maneuver, the Hog-Tied submission, tangling Savage Youth's legs around his own, while on top of Mike Moore. Buck bridges back, hoping to apply to the second part of the submission hold, the rear-bridging-chinlock, but Savage Youth fights back, swishing his arms to-and-fro, disabling Buck from grabbing his neck.
Thanks to wildly swinging his arms about, Savage Youth is able to get Buck Travis away from grabbing his neck, which therefore allows him to regain his footing, giving him a chance to stand. As he rises, he notices Buck Travis wobbling around the ring, holding his face and thus decides to charge in at him. However, Buck is able to see him coming, enabling him to side-step Savage Youth's charge, forcing him tp bump into a rising Mike Moore.
As the two collide, Buck Travis decides to capitalize on his opportunity and roll Savage Youth up...
...1...2...
But Savage Youth kicks out; and this time, Savage Youth propels Buck Travis forward, shoving him off with all of his might. Ironically, Buck collides with Mike Moore, as well, resulting in Buck sprawling from the ring to the floor.
Stumbling around the ring, Mike Moore wafts his fists through the air, connecting with nothing, while Savage Youth stands, noticing that Mike is out of his wits. As Mike stumbles forward, Savage Youth ducks in at him and hoists him up with a standing fireman's carry. Seconds later, he has mike Moore swinging forward, driving him down to the mat with the Yo-Yo Driver!
Rolling onto Mike Moore, Savage Youth gets the cover.
...1...2...3!
Surprised about the victory, an overjoyed Savage Youth leaps to his feet, celebrating his victory. He even goes as far as to jumping into the arms of the referee and then stagedives into the audience... who move out of the way.
After falling on his face, Savage Youth stands, dusts himself off and continues his celebation, despite his missed dive attempt. In any event, he walks to the backstage area, slapping hands and shaking babies. Left in the ring, Mike Moore revives, trying to figure out what happened, while Buck Travis remains on the floor, looking displeased about the result of his match.
Winner: Savage Youth
The scene opens up in front of a row of slot machines, where Adora and Morgana are trying their hand at a pair of machines. The quarters in Morgy's bucket begins to dwindle rapidly as she goes round after round without success. An elderly man beside her hits the jackpot, nearly causing him to have a heart attack, and the Wifeys sigh enviously.
Morgana: This sucks. I'm used to making money, not losing it like some kind of... I don't know, poor person.
Adora: I know, man. We're not even winning enough to give us a false sense of hope and security... we're just straight up losing.
Morgana: Serious. I've blown $10,000 so far but I can't really bring myself to stop. Time to develop a gambling addiction!
The banter of the Wifeys is interrupted, however, by a commotion behind them that's attracting the attention of nearly all of the casino's patrons. They swivel around in their chairs only to see Leah Petrelli and ******* at each other's throats, each with a set of cards in their hands.
Leah Petrelli: Stop cheating, you stupid bitch!
*******: I wasn't!
Leah Petrelli: Don't lie, whore! I caught you! I have superpowers!
*******: Nigga please. If I was ever cheating you'd never know it, because I'm fucking crafty like a fox. You're just mad that I'm rocking you like a hurricane.
Leah Petrelli: I'll kill you!
Leah lunges at *******, attempting to grab her by the hair, and the crowd lets out a collective gasp. ******* sidesteps Leah, however, acquiring an eerily blank look in her eyes before slowly lurching toward her, garbling insanely in Spanish.
Leah Petrelli: Don't Los Ganados me, bitch! I'll blow your face off!
Morgy and Adora observe the scene with shock, exchanging bewildered glances with one another. The most surprising part of the entire encounter was the fact that security hadn't broken it up yet. Morgy and Adora rise at the same time, pushing their way through the circle of people that had formed around Leah and *******. Morgy attempts to step between the two, who are surrounded by fallen buckets of change and their cards, and ends up being bitten by a possessed *******.
Morgana: Okay, okay, break it... ow! Bitch bit me! Fuck this.
Adora grabs onto ******* while Morgy pulls Leah off of her, effectively separating the two. A few men in the crowd groan and the group dissipates now that two hot chicks are no longer groping each other.
Adora: Seriously, yo; what's with all the fighting? You'd get so much more done if you plotted and schemed together, like we do, instead of trying to wreck each other.
Morgana: So true. And you guys are lucky we like you, because I think I just had an idea.
Morgy flashes Adora a toothy grin, and they lead a confused Leah and ******* away as the scene fades to black.
“My Violent Heart” by Nine Inch Nails begins playing through the casino speakers, as Nikita makes her way into the ring, through the throng of fans who linger around what was recently the site of so many slot machines and blackjack tables, and now holding an SW ring. “Say Goodbye" by I Killed the Prom Queen hits the sound system next as her opponent, Vic Damon, makes his way through the fans to the ring as well, getting cheered by the audience, but not quite as loudly as Nikita.
The bell rings and things quickly look bad for Nikita, who is staggered back into the corner via a flurry of hard fists by Vic Damon. Damon plants his shoulder against her ribs, before repeatedly spearing Nikita, and after a few of those finally lifts her atop his shoulders, before quickly mounting the turnbuckles. Damon lunges back, looking to crush Nikita to the mat with a top rope Samoan Drop, but Nikita spins downward behind Damon, and instead causes him to roll himself backward right into a pinning predicament!
...1...2...
Vic Damon kicks out authoritatively, leaping to his feet with anger in his eyes. He charges Nikita, looking to pound her down again, but Nikita ducks his first punch and grabs the much larger man from behind in a waistlock. She lunges forward with all of her weight, just barely casting Damon into the ropes. He flings himself off them and back with a lunging Yakuza kick, but instead receives a high dropkick to his face from Nikita for his efforts!
Vic Damon rises to his feet again, slightly slower this time, only to be greeted by the sight of Nikita running to and bolting straight up the turnbuckle. She twists and spins, crashing over Damon with a twisting moonsault, before reaching back to hook one of Damon’s legs.
...1...2...
Kickout again! Damon somehow summons the strength to sit up, as Nikita grabs him by the head, attempting to lift him fully to his feet. Damon thwarts her with an eye gouge, which staggers Nikita for just long enough so that Damon can fire a roundhouse punch directly between her eyes! Somehow she spots it coming though, and catches the punch, twisting Damon down onto his chest, as she wrenches the arm back! The audience goes wild at The End, as Vic Damon only can stand for a few more seconds before tapping against the mat with his free arm.
The referee raises Nikita’s arm in victory, as she takes a bow for the crowd, before exiting in the same fashion she arrived, leaving Vic Damon to stare after her in frustration, while clutching his shoulder and arm.
Winner: Nikita
We cut to the back where we see Casanova sitting in a room, alone. He is stretching for his match, feeling his unnatural strength flow through his body. But something in the room changes; he feels something, someone. Without looking up, a word escapes his lips.
Casanova: Lacklan.
The camera pans back to see that, yes, Jean-Paul Lacklan stands in the doorway. The masked wrestler has his cowl pulled low so that only the bottom of the mask can be seen.
Jean-Paul Lacklan: Casanova.
The two are silent for a moment, but then Lacklan speaks.
Jean-Paul Lacklan: What do you yearn for, Casanova? What do you fight for? What do you...bleed...for?
Casanova doesn't answer right away.
Casanova: Nothing you can give me.
A small half-smile rises on Lacklan's face below the mask.
Jean-Paul Lacklan: I would not say that, dear Casanova. I have...vast...resources.
Casanova slowly rises to his feet, coming face to mask with Lacklan. They are the same height, but Lacklan is much wider. Regardless, there is no fear in Casanova's eyes.
Casanova: The only thing you could give me is a chance to pay you back. I still have a receipt to cash in, after all.
Lacklan's smirk grows.
Jean-Paul Lacklan: Contact me when you are finished worrying about a woman wearing a pink belt...and some midcard hack from a forgettable federation. Mine is not the only mask that may appear in SIN. And that other mask can, if I choose it to be, be given upon a silver plater.
Lacklan walks away, leaving a thoughtful Casanova behind.
Coming to the ring, dressed in black spandex tights and pads is Adrian Merlo, who is new to Sin Wrestling, who wants to make a quick name for himself within the ranks of SW. After Adrian, Remi Bonneau storms out to the sound of "The Energy" by Audiovent playing in the background. Remi bonneau, who is well-charted and well-traveled around the wrestling world, is making his Sin Wrestling debut and also looks to walk out victorious. However, he'll have another obstacle/person in his course. That person being Rash, who, along with the other two men, is making his debut, as well.
A blast of orchestra music blurts across the speaker system, thus leading Rash towards the ring, dressed in a set of tight-fitting spandex clothes. He looks ready to perform, which is extra-accentuated by his rush to the ringside area.
The bell rings and the match quickly gets under way, as Adrian "Mount" Merlo gets things started with a Flying Spin Kick to Rash... but Rash ducks and it looks like Merlo will hit Remi Bonneau instead. Alternatively, Bonneau catches him, places him down, only to then hit a Fisherman Buster instead! He goes for a fast cover...
...1...
Rash hits a running leg drop to Bonneau's bridged body, breaking the count.
With a handful of hair, Rash helps Bonneau to his feet and Irish-whips him to the ropes, but Bonneau reverses the whip, sending Rash flying over the top rope and to the outside. Meanwhile, Merlo is up and hits a superkick to Rash's chin, knocking him out outside, as well.
The crowd gets behind the Mount Merlo, whom acknowledges them, allowing his opponents a chance to get to their feet. Using the top rope, he catapults himself with a flying cross body to the outside! But he's caught in mid-air by Rash and Bonneau, who team up to halt his flow. The two of them team up and deliver a double-team consisting of a DDT and a wheelbarrow drop, splattering Adrian Merlo face-first into the cement floor!
Before Remi Bonneau can get back into the ring, Rash insists on continuing the punishment and so Bonneau switches things whips Merlo in to the guard rail. Deciding to attack the guy that just aided him, Rash grabs Remi, punches him in the neck and then bashes his skull off the apron. He then proceeds to stand back, charge forward and then hit a running bulldog, on the floor, onto Remi Bonneau!
With both of his opponents considerably hurt, Rash risks it all, elevates himself onto the apron and steps inside. He then flies to the outside with a slingshot plancha, hoping to crash onto both men. Unfortunately, Merlo regains his waits, shoves Bonneau out of the way and then side-steps the dive, sending Rash into the ringside railing, sending a wave of excitement through the fans.
Realizing he won't get a win outside the legal confines of the squared circle, Remi Bonneau shrugs off the prior damage done to him and re-enters the ring, soon followed by Adrian Merlo. As Merlo re-enters, he is met with some quick stomps to the shoulder from Remi, who next stomps and kicks Adrian in the head and back. Stunned, Merlo helps himself up with the aide of the ropes, only to have Bonneau gives him a stiff kick to the gut, doubling him over.
Remi applies a front facelock on Adrian Merlo, hoping to hit a swinging neckbreaker. However, as the swinging motion is made, Adrian is able to free himself, kick Remi in the gut and hit a swinging neckbreaker of his own, catching Remi Bonneau by surprise!
As if only by instinct, the dazed Remi Bonneau makes it to his feet but Merlo doesn't ease up the punishment as he applies a waistlock. As this happens, Rash starts to awake, while on the floor, as Merlo lifts Bonneau off the ground, flips him back and hits a stunner! The Face of the Mountain!
He makes the cover, while Rash regains his composure...
...1...
Rash climbs onto the ring apron...
...2...
Rash dives, trying to break the pinfall...
...3!
Rash is late to break up the pin and victory belongs to Adrian "Mount" Merlo, who gets the three-count victory!
Alerted of his pinfall, Adrian quickly squirms out of the ring, raising his arm into the air, in victory. Adrian charges to the back, proud of his first ever SW win, while Rash stands in the ring, looking disappointed at Remi Bonneau.
Winner: Adrian Merlo
Ace Rodgers ambles happily around the casino, appearing to much enjoy the scenery, when his eyes suddenly go wide. Sin veterans all know this look, it?s right before Ace inevitably corners one of the roster with his idea of journalism. In this case, the unfortunate roster member is Casanova, who is leaning against a railing, staring over a section of the gambling floor. Ace quickly runs over, completely bumping into the vampire, and almost knocking him over. Ace goes from excited to fearfully apologetic in a split-second.
Ace Rodgers: Oh my Jesus, I'm sorry, Cas! Please, I just need a few questions answered?
Casanova steadies himself against the railing, rolling his eyes as hard as physically possible, before slowly turning toward Ace. He rubs his head, as if warding off the mother of all incoming headaches.
Casanova: Shoot, Ace. I have a few spare minutes of my life that need to be painfully excised from anything resembling amusement.
Ace Rodgers: Exci-exercised?
Casanova: Shut up, Ace, and throw the questions my way.
Ace quickly regains his composure, and glances toward the clipboard in one of his hands.
Ace Rodgers: The world begs to know, Cas, are you really a vampire?
Casanova: Does the Pope shit in the woods, Ace? Come on, next question.
Ace Rodgers: Wait a second... so...?
Casanova smirks as he glances toward Ace?s clipboard, which now has penciled in the margin, "Pope shits in woods?"
Ace Rodgers: Damn. Which pope? You know, we've had a changeover recently? Hey now. Was that a rhetorical question?
Casanova stares balefully over the gambling section again, ignoring Ace's rambling. Finally, Ace seems to take the hint and moves on to another question.
Ace Rodgers: Morgana and Adora, two competitors that seem to be on everyone's mind. We've heard a quite a bit from you about them before your match at The Next Wave. Has your opinion on them changed at all?
Casanova?s hands tighten over the railing, as he shakes his head ever so slightly.
Casanova: No... not at all. They still epitomize to me everything that is wrong with this era of Sin. Morgana, a world champion, content to guest referee a match? As the complete extent of her participation in that event?
Casanova spits the words, anger obviously growing on his features.
Casanova: Bullshit. I don't care who wrote that god damn card. If I?m the world champion, I'll go to Corey every week and DEMAND to defend it. The curse of Sin is primarily these title reigns which seem soooooo impressive in length, but then one realizes that the champion only defended the belt a time or two. That's not a title reign, that's someone hiding behind a belt.
Ace Rodgers: But Morgana?
Casanova: She hasn't defended her belt yet in this new incarnation of SW. And that is pathetic.
Ace Rodgers: In all fairness...
Casanova raised a hand with blinding speed to Ace's face. Ace nearly drops his clipboard in surprise, but Casanova?s fist stopped short of Ace's face, instead leaving just a finger waving before his eyes, to silence him.
Casanova: No, Ace. It's bullshit. Anyone can be dominant when they get two or more weeks off from competing between matches, or don?t have the pressure of title defenses?ever. That?s the hallmark of Morgana?s title reign. And that's also the hallmark of some of the deepest ebbs and valleys in SW ratings and competition. That'll only change when me, or someone who shares my oh-so-radical conception of a FIGHTING CHAMPION, wins that belt.
Ace Rodgers nods, jotting notes down, before looking further down his sheet for another question. He glances up, ready to ask, but Casanova has already gone, and is now nothing but a figure in black receding down one of the side promenades of the casino.
THe lights dim and an angelic light shines towards the entranceway, spotlighting itself onto Michael, who marches steadily to the ringside area and slides inside, waiting for his match to commence.
The repeating guitar intro for Disturbed’s “Pain Redefined” hits the sound system as the lights drop down low, thus leading Casanova's entrance from the backstage area, amidst flashing lights from cameras and various slot machines. Sliding underneath the bottom rope, he winds up sliding haflway across the ring, keeping a cold, wide-eyed stare on Michael, who doesn't budge.
The bell rings and the match starts, with Casanova quick to take the advantage by striking Michael in the gut with a kick. Following up, he strikes Michael with some elbows to the neck, has Michael dazed, allowing him to knee him in the gut, bounce off the adjacent set of ropes and return with the Bad Omen kick-to-the-temple.
Knocked down to one knee, Michael has nowhere to go, as Casanova continues to throw himself to the opposite set of ropes and return with a swinging neckbreaker, dropping Michael down. Instead of going for a cover, Casanova opts to hover over Michael, striking him with some punches and elbows to the skull. Before too long, Casanova stands, rising off Michael, giving him a chance to stand.
Unfortunately for Michael, this period doesn't last very long, as Casanova bounces off the set of ropes behind that are behind him. Storming back, Casanova sweeps down and clips Michael's left leg out from beneath him, sending Michael flipping back into the air. Not only that, but Casanova quickly rises and goes to work on Michael's leg, keeping him down with stomps to the leg, leglocks, and even heaves himself off the middle rope with a kneedrop to Michael's leg.
After focusing on Michael's leg, Casanova attempts another submission, as he grapevines Michael's left leg around his very own right leg, trying for a leg-twist submission, bending Michael's leg around his own.
Fortunately for Michael, he is able to use his right leg to push Casanova off, incidentally kicking him straight into the corner. When Casanova bounces off the turnbuckle padding, Michael tries to schoolboy roll him up...
...1...2...
However, at the count of the two, Casanova throat-thrusts Michael, stopping the count.
Popping right back up, Casanova goes back to work, kicking and sweeping Michael's left leg out from under him. In fact, he even lifts him up, holds onto the leg and then dragonscrew legwhips him back to the mat. Having Michael down-and-out, keeping him in perfect position for Casanova to hook onto that same leg and turn Michael over, applying a single-leg Boston Crab onto his opponent, pulling back to apply even more pressure.
Roars of angst and pain erupt from Michael's voice, still with enough strength to crawl forward and hook onto the bottom rope, getting the referee to move in and try to get Casanova to release the hold. Nevertheless, Casanova doesn't relent, forcing the referee to start a 5-count.
...1...2...3...4...
Before the 5 is made by the ref, Casanova yanks on Michael'sleg, pulling him into the center of the ring, pulling harder back on Michael's left leg, while jamming his right knee into his neck, as well. With nowhere to go and pain surging throughout his body, Michael is forced to tap out, giving the victory to Casanova.
When told of his win, Casanova forcefully drops Michael's leg to the canvas, bashing it even more. Looking around, he sees the audience jeering him, enticing him to give Michael one more stomp to the back of his head. Exiting the ring, Casanova walks sullenly to the back and passes through the curtain.
Winner: Casanova
A cover of “Moonlight Sonata” by Inverse begins to play, as Jean-Paul Lacklan makes his way toward the ring, accompanied by several Minions. The rest of the crowd boos loudly, as the Minions bow and then leave, as Lacklan steps into the ring and throws off his hood and robe. “Simple Design” by Breaking Benjamin hits the sound system, and Dan Black steps through the audience, slapping away some fans who reach too close to him. He slides into the ring as the music fades, glaring at Jean-Paul Lacklan.
The two men circle each other warily, as the crowd rains boos on the both of them. Finally, they collide with a grapple in the middle of the ring. Black appears to be overpowering Lacklan, until Lacklan spins him around in an arm bar, and drives a hard elbow into Black’s shoulder. Dan Black staggers forward, before turning around only to receive a wicked enziguri to the jaw. He falls to a seated position, stunned, as Lacklan freezes before him, simply letting himself fall freely forward to drive his mask into Black’s face. Lacklan rolls onto Dan Black, hooking a leg.
...1...
A strong kickout from Dan Black!
Black rises to his feet quickly, even as Lacklan drives repeated boots and knees into him. Lacklan seems to finally stall Black with a hard European uppercut, but as he draws close with what appears to be an elbow smash to the face, Black torques himself hard, and sends both him and Lacklan flipping quickly over the top rope with a massive clothesline!
Jean-Paul Lacklan seems to take the brunt of the fall, as Black tumbled over him on the way down. The two men are slow to rise, but Dan Black gets to his feet first. He reaches over and grabs Lacklan by the arm, whipping him to the other outside corner of the ring, where Lacklan smashes against the ring stairs, back first! The crowd gives a smattering of applause at the hideous clang, but they descend back into booing both men as Dan Black steps over the Jean-Paul Lacklan, slowly lifting him to his feet, before smashing his face against the ring steps several times!
With each smack, the crowd oohs, and then even moreso, where after several hits, Lacklan rises and sidesteps Black, before driving him to the casino floor with a Russian leg sweep. Lacklan readjusts his mask, which apparently gave him some protection from the ring stairs hits, before rolling quickly into the ring and back out, wisely breaking the referee’s count.
As Lacklan slides back out of the ring to deal with Dan Black, Black rises, and immediately locks and delivers a belly-to-belly suplex, which sends Jean-Paul Lacklan crashing through a metal guardrail, which was erected to separate the fans from the action. Black seems to ignore this totally, as he lifts Lacklan to a crouch, only to smash his head back into the now horizontal guardrail with a DDT.
Jean-Paul Lacklan doesn’t get up, instead he slowly crawls towards the ring, his eyes somewhat glazed over through his mask. Dan Black shakes his head in amusement, watching Lacklan, before stepping further into the crowd, where a bizarre sound is heard as Dan Black rips a slot machine right out of its base!
He holds the slot machinie above his head, as the crowd seems to collectively hold their breath. With a thwack, he tosses it down onto Lacklan’s back, breaking the handle off as it smashes into Lacklan’s back and ribs. The audience seems to approve of the violence, as Dan Black smirks, before dragging Lacklan back to the ring and sliding him in. He leans over Lacklan.
...1...2...
Kickout!
Lacklan thrusts an arm up a split second before the three count, sending Dan Black shaking his head in frustration to slide outside the ring, bringing the broken slot machine back toward the ring with him. Jean-Paul Lacklan slowly rises to his feet, his eyes growing wide as he turns, seeing Dan Black barreling toward him with a broken slot machine above his head.
The referee warns Black to drop it, but the ref clearly isn’t interested in taking the shot by the machine himself, either. Lacklan fires a hard boot into Black’s solar plexus, a second before Black would have smashed him with the machine. Thanks to the kick, Black drops to a crouch, but the slot machine still in his hands, though against the ring, as well. Lacklan rears back to the ropes, before blasting Black with a shining wizard to the back of the head, which finally causes Black to drop the slot machine, as he stands there, almost out on his feet.
Jean-Paul Lacklan grabs him by the arm, twisting him around, before locking him in an inverted headlock. Lacklan lifts Black high up, stalling him to rush the blood to the brain, before dropping him with the Final Rite, right onto the already broken slot machine! Lacklan goes for the cover!
...1...2...3!
Lacklan rises in victory as the bell rings, with the audience definitely not cheering, but still in a state of awe from the finish of the match. Lacklan heads outside the ring, before sliding back in with Dan Black’s Purity Title. Lacklan stares at it for a moment, before dropping it across Dan Black’s unconscious chest, and sliding out of the ring.
Winner: Jean-Paul Lacklan
Having just cashed in her chips, Roxy stands, waiting for her money to be handed out to her. Finally, the teller passes out several one hundred dollar bills, which Roxy gladly stuffs into her pocket; even going as far as to shove some bills down her top. Some grumbling can be heard from her, as she stuffs some more bills into her top.
Roxy Erikson: I can't believe this! I didn't think it was real! I didn't think they'd actually hurt me! That big, weird guy just heaved me off the top rope, for Christ's sake! That shirt hurts!
Some more change is handed to Roxy via the teller.
Roxy Erikson: But I'll show him. What's his face... with that dumb mask...
The teller responds to her bickering and questioning.
Teller: Uh... Jean-Paul Lacklan?
Roxy Erikson: Yes! Him! That weirdo! Next week, I'll answer Dan Black's challenge to fight a freak or a weirdo. And I want that retarded title on the line, too. What is it called? The... uh... pure title...?
Teller: The Purity Title?
Roxy Erikson: Yes! That! I'll force Dan Black to put that belt on the line; something Jean-Paul Lacklan, or whatever his name is, never got a chance to obtain.
Teller: I see.
Roxy rolls her eyes, realizing that she is talking to someone who doesn't give a shit.
Roxy Erikson: Ah, who asked you, anyhow?!
Grabbing the last bit of her money, she stuffs some more bills down her top and walks off, headed towards the ring entrance.
"Streets of Bakersfield" by Dwight Yoakam and Buck Owens hits the speakers, thus bringing out The MAsked Day Laborer, who is being followed by Buck Travis, his partner. The Mexican wrestler rolls in underneath the bottom rope, getting stuck for a minute, thanks to the ropes getting in his way. Nevertheless, he eventually gets inside, rises to his feet amd waits for Roxy Erikson to arrive.
The aforementioned Roxy does come out a few seconds later, carrying wads of cash, even having some bills stuffed down her shirt, and is carrying a bottle of alchohol in her right hand. Getting a decent applause from the fans, Roxy climbs anxiously into the ring and requests the microphone.
Roxy Erikson: Hey, Mexican...
She motions towards The Masked Day Laborer, who actually looks over his shoulder, making sure she is talking to him. Reassured, The Masked Day Laborer turns his attention towards Roxy, who pulls some bills out of her shirt.
Roxy Erikson: Here, take this money...
As she flings the bills in his direction, The Masked Day Laborer bends over, picks up the bills and examines them.
Roxy Erikson: Take this money and go mowmy lawn, you dirty Mexican. And then learn some real fucking English.
Having a handful of money in his hand, The Masked Day Laborer consults with Buck Travis, nods his head and then goes to exit the ring, presumably to mow Roxy's lawn. However, before he can exit, Roxy lifts her right hand, which holds the bottle of alcohol, and smashes it over the back of the Masked Day Laborer's head, splintering glass shards everywhere. As a result, The Masked Day Laborer collapses to the mat, holding his head, allowing Roxy to quickly scramble and try for a pinfall.
...1...2...
Before the three can be made, The Masked Day Laborer pops his shoulder up, stopping the pinfall. Peturbed by this, Roxy lifts The Masked Day Laborer up, taking things a lot more serious than she did at the last Eternity card.
Standing to her feet, she immediately takes it to the Day Laborer, striking him with kicks and stomps, battering him until he is huddled into the corner. She lifts him up and goes to whip him across the ring, only to have the whip reversed. Instead, Roxy is flung across the ring, where she smashes against the turnbuckles on the opposite side.
Having things now in his favor, especially after a running avalanche splash, The Masked Day Laborer whips Roxy into the ropes, catches her upon her rebound and Samoan Drops her... which he properly renames the Mexican Drop. From here, he even hoists Roxy up and Russian Legsweeps her; which is also cleverly known as the Side-Mexican Legsweep,
After a Mexican Uppercut strikes a standing Roxy Erikson, The Masked Day Laborer stands to his feet, ducks beneath a clothesline attempt from Roxy, who tries to fight back, only to turn around, waistlock Roxy and then flings her with a bridging Mexican Suplex!
The count is made...
...1...2...
Aware of her awful predicament, Roxy Erikson rolls to her side, disrupting the counting. The Masked Day Laborer, who seems upset with this lack of a pinfall, rises to his feet, kicks Roxy in the back of his head and then rolls to the floor, where he grabs his yellow hard-hat.
Rolling back inside, complete with the hat on his head, The Masked Day Laborer kicks Roxy in the shin and then goes to headbutt her. He's about to strike, when the referee intervenes, warning The Masked Day Laborer that it'd disqualify him. Fortunately for Roxy, this is exactly the opportunity that Roxy needs.
Having the Day Laborer stopped, Roxy is able to swing a jarring slap and chop to the side of his face and head, knocking him back in a daze. Next, out of the sight of the referee, Roxy lowblows The Masked Day Laborer, forcing him to hunch over and grab onto his testicles. This allows Roxy Erikson to charge forward, bounce off the set of ropes and storm back, hitting the Roxy Ride on The Masked Day Laborer!
With the cover made, Roxy, who manages to duel her way on top, hooks The Masked Day Laborer's leg...
...1...2...3!
Victorious, Roxy Erikson stands to her feet and has her hand raised in glory. Crawling out of the ring, she exits to the backstage area and passes through the black curtain, knowing that she will be challenging for the Purity Title at the next card.
Meanwhile, in the ring, Buck Travis slides inside and checks on The Masked Day Laborer... only to be attacked from behind by Johnson and Pixie Jackson, who charge to the ring, before their match later in the night, beating down both Buck Travis and The Masked Day Laborer. Royal Gothica, getting revenge for what occured at the last show, combine a lethal attack on both members of the Streets of Bakersfield, hitting them both the Martydom Decapitation.
As they stand in the ring, a chorus of jeers flow in from the audience, giving their disapproval.
Winner: Roxy Erikson
David Cage, the current Lust Champion, is in a backstage hallway, removing his title out of his gym bag and placing it over his shoulder, when the lights start to flicker. Confused, David starts to look around, trying to figure out what's going on.
David Cage: What the...
The eerie flickering continues, with a horrid buzzing sound now being emitted from the light fixtures, which, incidentally, causes sparks to start fire out of them. The Lust Champ remains standing, now understanding the weird happenings around him.
David Cage: Is someone playing a prank...?
Just then, the lights actually go out.
David Cage: Someone turn on the goddamn lights! Assholes.
For several seconds, David Cage stands alone in the cold darkness, unable to see anything in front of him. A shiver is sent down his spine, thwarted only by the flames that spark on the wall, printing out a very familiar word.
The name is of former World Champion, Flame, who was hung at February's pay per view, OVer The Top Rope, and was then presumed deceased. In front of the flames, David Cage stands, confused and startled, having his Lust Title slung over his right shoulder. The lights finally flicker back on, with the previous name on the wall being extinguished, leaving David in a confused state. He heads towards the entrance, still trying to figure everything out.
David Cage walks out to the ring for his first defense of the Lust Title, “Murder is Masturbation” blaring behind him. While he didn’t pick up the win in last week’s first round tournament match, holding on to the Lust Title must be of supreme importance. He holds it up high before handing it to a ringside worker, waiting for his opponents.
The Live Action Sailor Moon Theme hits, and out comes ******, ready for war. She slides in the ring under the ropes and looks set to explode on Cage, but somehow restrains herself. “Line and Sinker” is the next song to play, signaling the arrival of Leah Petrelli, who largely ignores the fans as she walks down to the ring. Lastly, “Love is Not Enough” plays, but ****** and Leah pick up exactly where they left off as a team last week by pulling at each other’s hair, clawing, and biting at one another. David Cage is content to watch, as are 95% of the male viewing population, but he is quickly caught off guard by Tony Millennia, who came down to the ring virtually undetected!
Millennia trips the Lust champion up and slides him out of the ring, blasting him with a hard right hand. Millennia quickly grabs David Cage’s head and rams it into the steel ringpost. He looks to follow up, but a Leah Petrelli hair toss sends ****** flying through the ropes and into Tony, who catches her, but stumbles into the announcers’ table. Leah gets a running start and clears the ropes…a plancha just destroys the three of them, their weight being enough to crumple the announcers’ table, Millennia’s back catching the most impact from the fall. David Cage stumbles over and goes for the cover on ******...
...1...2...
******* kicks out, just in time!
Cage attempts to get ****** to her feet, but she clutches for the timekeeper’s table, blocking the attempt. Cage finally rips her free, only to get the ring bell hammer square to the nuts! Cage doubles over in obvious pain, allowing ****** to dump him over the barricade and into the crowd of casino patrons in a manner most unceremonious.
Tony Millennia gets up and heads to ******, catching her off guard with a kick to the gut. He goes for a powerbomb, but his back gives way a little bit, sending the two back against the ringpost! ****** wraps her legs around the post and starts to squeeze! Autoerotic Asphyxiation is applied! Millennia struggles against the bizarre hold... and succeeds in breaking it, before half throwing/half collapsing into a powerbomb on ******!
Leah just now takes her opportunity to get up, and decides to go after David Cage, who is getting up in the crowd. Petrelli goes over to the barricade, and Cage haphazardly chucks a chair at her. She catches it…and throws it right back, nailing Cage between the eyes like a Justin Verlander fastball. Cage goes down, and Petrelli goes up onto the guardrail and hits a flying legdrop legdrop! She goes for the cover, now, too!
...1...2...
Yet another kickout!
Leah gets up from the mess of abandoned chairs she created and watches as Cage attempts to crawl away from the scene. She stalks after him, putting a well placed boot here and there, which slows him down.
Meanwhile, Tony Millennia tries to get some offense in on ******, but she’s making it awful hard, as she swings wildly with the timekeeper’s hammer, connecting with Tony’s chest more than a few times. She swings wildly once more, and Tony ducks. From here, he lifts ****** up into a fireman’s carry and he nails the Spiral Out onto the fabulously carpeted Casino floor!
It's now Tony's time for a pinfall attempt...
...
He rises to his knees, looking around, but the referee is in hot persuit of Leah and David Cage, who are brawling to the Blackjack tables! Before Tony has time to complain, he is met with a hammer right between the eyes!
We catch up with Cage and Petrelli, who are brawling by a blackjack table. Cage grabs poker chips and tosses them at the challenger, temporarily blinding her with their magic blinding ability. This allows David to set up... Double Arm DDT onto the plush carpeting!
He goes for the cover...
...1...2...!
A kickout! Cage can’t believe it! He complains to the ref, and we go back to the ring, where Tony Millennia and ****** are vying for control of the hammer, which Tony wins!
Boom!
Tony hits ******* right between the eyes, knocking ******* silly! He looks to the blackjack tables, where Petrelli ducks a wild right from Cage, allowing her to kick Cage down to a knee, allowing her to hit a shining wizard! She hooks the le...
...1...2...!
Only a two, as the Lust Champ kicks out!
Showing signs of frustration, Petrelli picks Cage up and rolls him onto a blackjack table, sending the gamblers scurrying off without their chips, cards, drinks, purses, Blackberries, and other high rollin’ objects. Cage starts to stir, but one of the chairs at the table being brought down on his head silences that. As a result of the chairshot from Leah, she points up... up to the second floor of the establishment that looks over the blackjack table and walks towards the escalator!
Seeing this, Tony Millennia starts going towards the Blackjack tables, only for ****** to latch on to his leg and start biting him, as if she were some kind of zombie!
Leah appears again on the balcony and climbs on top of the safety rail. She measures Cage…and leaps off with the Godsend, which connects, sending cards, chips, and splinters of wood everywhere! What goes nowhere though, is Leah Petrelli, who landed the move perfectly on top. While Millennia struggles with ******, the referee makes the count...
...1...2...3!
The referee hands Petrelli her newly won title, which she holds up in the air, managing to sit up and listen to the cheers from the fans, who have come to adore her weird... personality, along with *******. Speaking of which, ******* finally stops biting Tony's leg, wobbles over to Leah and notices she has won the title.
Instantly jealous, ******* tries to pluck the title out of Leah's hands, but Leah pulls back. The two women continue this tug-of-war until they pass through the curtain and enter the backstage area. Tony Millennia, in the meantime, stands on the casino floor, shrugging his shoulders, not liking what happened; while the referee checks on David Cage, the former champ.
Winner: Leah Petrelli
The toothpicks went flying through the air in slow motion, and through the magic of television we could hear each individual toothpick as it crashed to the floor. The waitress bent over to pick them up, much to Buck Travis' and The Masked Day Laborer's amusement. Not having learnt the art of being discreet, The Masked Day Laborer motioned as if he were to grab the waitresses' behind and grope the wonderfully shaped bottom. The waitress turned to look in time to catch The Masked Day Laborer's perverted behavior. The Masked Day Laborer panicked and turned his attention back to his tag team partner.
Waitress: YOU PERVERT!
The waitress turned to their table and slapped the back of The Masked Day Laborer's head.
The Masked Day Laborer: !!!
Waitress: ...Freak! What the hell's wrong with your friend?
She turned her attention to Buck Travis. Being a quick thinker he replied.
Buck Travis: Oh... he's umm... special?
Waitress: Special?
Buck Travis: Uhh... yeah. That's why he wears the mask. Yeah, he's much too underdeveloped to have impure thoughts like what you thought there.
Waitress: Oh?
Buck Travis: Yeah. He was actually counting the toothpicks you dropped. YEAH! And he was telling me he counted ten.
What a quick-thinker that Buck was... Best of all the waitress bought it and began counting the toothpicks on the floor. By God... IT WAS TEN!
Waitress: Wow, that's pretty impressive! I'm sorry. I thought you two were just two more degenerates.
The waitress excuses herself, but she wasn't wrong. She was right about these two being degenerates. And the degenerate Mr. Travis had an idea.
Buck Travis: I gots me an idear! Come with me!
And Buck Travis pulled The Masked Day Laborer off his seat and with him in tow, headed for the nearest gift shop.
Sin Wrestling's World Champion, Morgana, stands at the blackjack table, trying to win lots of moneys, but unfortunately for her, things don't seem to be going her way.
Morgana: Hit me.
Dealer: Bust!
Morgana: Aw, fuck.
Dealer: Next round!
The dealer calls for the next round and everyone around the table pays their way in, including Morgana.
Morgana: Hit me.
Just then, a voice comes in from behind Morgy.
Pixie Jackson: Hit you? Why, I'd love to.
Turning around, Morgana eyes Pixie Jackson, who glares back at her, holding her hands at her hips.
Morgana: What the hell do you want?
Pixie walks up to Morgana, places her hands on the table and winces.
Pixie Jackson: I'm just here to wish you luck before our match, later this evening.
Morgana: Luck? I need no luck.
The dealer lays out his next card.
Dealer: Morgana... bust.
Morgana rolls her eyes.
Morgana: Son of a bitch.
Hearing this, Pixie chuckles at the World Champion's expense.
Pixie Jackson: Aw, poor Morgs-...
The World Champion immediately kicks her way in, interrupting Pixie.
Morgana: What did you call me?!
Blammo!
Morgana's fist smacks directly into Pixie Jackson's face, knocking her into a row of people.
Morgana: My name is More-gone-uh, you dumb, ugly bitch.
Finished toying with Pixie Jackson, Morgana turns to walk away, fed up with playing Blackjack. However, she immediately bumps into one of her crazy, stalker fans, who seems way too hyped-up on sugar... or meth... or something.
Fan: Hi Morgy! My name is Ryan Fjord and I'm your biggest fan!
Ryan Fjord, dressed up like a viking, grabs onto Morgana's hand and starts to drag her away.
Ryan Fjord: I love you! I love your work!
Morgana: I, uh... I...
Ryan Fjord: I love you so much! Let's play some Roulette!
Morgana: Well, okay, but...
Again, she stifles Morgana; only by hoisting up a gun and pointing it at her own head.
Ryan Fjord: Russian Roulette! I'll go first!
She pulls the trigger before Morgana can do anything to stop her.
BANG!
The bullet empties from the gun, enters Ryan Fjord's head and pierces through the other side of her cranium, splattering blood and brain chunks everywhere. In fact, one chunk of brain spews into one elderly patron's drink.
Morgana: Oh jesus, not again.
Morgana runs off, trying to cover her eyes. As for everyone else, they stand around, unwilling to believe what just happened, as Ryan Fjord's cold, lifeless body smashes to the ground. Seconds later, everything returns to normal, with people walking over her dead body, and the elderly patron drinking the brain out of his glass.
“Dance Epidemic” by the Electric Six hits the casino sound system, as Stevie Swing steps through the fans, busting a move, much to their apparent dismay, before sliding into the ring. “I Walk Alone” by Saliva plays next, as Arran Hayden limps through the fans, barking at them angrily, before painfully stepping up the rings steps and into the ring.
One of the officials offers him a microphone, for his usual entrance, but he slaps the microphone away, instead limping right up to Stevie Swing, who seems somewhat amused, and immediately clamping him in a headlock, pounding fists into Swing’s face!
Stevie’s amusement dies quickly, as he whips Arran into the ropes, letting him splat on the mat with a sudden drop-toe-hold. Hayden favors his legs for a moment, but upon rising to his knees, he’s blasted back by a running-dropkick from Swing! Before Hayden’s even hit the mat, Stevie Swing’s already vaulted to the top rope, where he strikes a pose for the audience and then quickly launching himself for what looks to be a frog splash onto Hayden. Hayden says "no" by means of an elevated boot, which catches Swing's jaw, which drops him to the mat, holding his face.
Arran Hayden rises to his feet, looking a bit battered but certainly determined. He lifts Stevie Swing up, before pushing his chin against Hayden’s raised knee, and then stomping that leg down, jarring Swing’s jaw against his knee. Hayden kneels to the mat next to Stevie Swing, who is laying on his stomach, clutching his chin and neck.
Arran bellows in Stevie’s face, before yanking him upward by the hair, and then smashing his face against the mat. Hayden gets to his feet, before grabbing Swing by the ankle and twisting hard! Stevie hollers in pain, before furiously clambering around the ring on three limbs. Reaching for anything resembling a ring rope, he comes up empty, as Hayden skillfully turns, pulling him out of reach.
Swing seems in complete agony, before bending his free leg totally forward, and firing it back, connecting straight with one of Hayden’s kneecaps. Much of the hold’s torque is immediately removed, and Hayden breaks the hold by yanking Stevie’s leg up and then smashing his knee to the mat, before letting go to favor his own knee.
After a few moments, both men seem ready to go again, on their feet as Hayden approaches Swing for a grapple. Stevie ducks Hayden’s lunging grasp, before dancing carelessly a wide arc around the rest of the ring, acting as if he completely befuddled Arran. The crowd collectively yawns, as Swing acts hurt, before turning back to deal with Arran Hayden.
Stevie lunges toward Hayden this time, as if to feint for a grapple and then duck the response, but Arran simply catches Stevie around the waist and twists him up and over to flatten him to the mat with a gourdbuster. Swing quickly snaps to his feet, as if flustered by the feint reversal, but he walks right into a tiger suplex from Hayden! Again, Swing leaps to his feet, ducking quickly to avoid whatever suplex Hayden had in mind next.
Swing rises from his defensive crouch, just in time for Hayden to return from his bounce off the ropes and flattens him to the mat with a big clothesline. The audience actually momentarily cheers for “the most villainous man in Sin Wrestling,” most likely simply amused by the prior sequence of moves.
Arran Hayden lifts the dazed dance man to his feet, before locking his leg and attempting the lift up into a fisherman’s DDT. Stevie Swing fights it back, barely, throwing his weight back down as Hayden lifts him. A hard knee lift to Stevie’s abdomen breaks his resistance, as Hayden drops him on his head with the DDT, and keeps the leg hooked for the pinfall attempt.
...1...2....
Somehow, Stevie Swing kicks out with his free leg!
Hayden looks annoyed, prompting him to lift Stevie to his feet and then applies a waistlock. He then arches back, hitting a bridging German suplex!
...1...2...
Stevie breaks the count again, this time by actually arcing himself back, until one of his boots hooks the middle rope!
Hayden nods in seeming respect for a moment, before stomping Swing down mercilessly. He slowly lifts Swing to his feet, a smirk growing on his face, perhaps expecting a finale soon. His wishes aren’t granted, as Swing rolls him into a small package before even rising to his feet!
...1...2...
Hayden breaks the package open, but just barely!
Rising furiously, and immediately attempting to batter Stevie Swing down, Arran goes on the attack, but Swing ducks and runs from the barrage, finding the energy to backdrop Arran to the floor.
Out here, Arran stumbles around, trying to calm himself down, but Stevie Swing quickly runs at him, baseball sliding through the ropes, where he, in one motion, hooks Hayden in a huracanrana and spins him to the casino floor!
Stevie Swing steps to his feet with a little dance for the crowd, who seem to still dislike him, but are at least impressed with his previous maneuver. Arran Hayden, meanwhile, is slow to his feet, but furiously grabs hold of a metal guardrail, which he manages to drive into Stevie’s ribs, just as Stevie turns to face him. Hayden sneers at Stevie, before crashing the guardrail over Swing’s back. Hayden drags Swing back into the ring, before covering him.
...1...2...
Kickout!
Somehow, Stevie gets a shoulder up, even as he appears to cough some blood up. Hayden looks furious, dragging Hayden again to his feet, only to be stalled by a vicious kick to the knee. Hayden brushes it off, but Swing drops out of his grip, with a weird falling variant of a dropkick, which blows Hayden’s leg right out from underneath him.
Swing rises slowly, favoring multiple battered spots, when Hayden gets up, stalking him like a predator. Hayden smirks and takes a step forward, towards the hunched over Stevie Swing, only to walk right into a sudden jolt. Out of nowhere, Swing rockets toward him with The Last Dance!
However, before he can connect with it, Hayden catches his leg! He yanks Swing into a capture suplex, before snapping him back to the mat! Hayden finally rises confidently, and lifts Swing to a standing head scissors, before flicking off the crowd, signaling for the Hayden Bomb! He lifts Swing high into the air...!
BAM!
Swing seems to go limp, as Hayden pauses, gathering strength for the next power bomb. The referee even begins to count for a pinfall on Swing...
...1...
But Hayden signals that things are not over and that he wants to inflict more punishment. He hoists Stevie Swing up, positions him between his legs with another standing headscissors and then hoists him up into another powerbomb position. This time, Stevie Swing senses the impending danger, though.
Wrapping his legs around Arran's head, Stevie takes Arran down with a rollup-huracanrana, ultimately surprising Arran! The pinfall is made...
...1...2...3!
And it makes Stevie Swing a winner!
Swing springs up, collapses on the mat, lifting only his head, in a look of shock, as Hayden slides out of the ring, his face frozen with anger. He returns to find Stevie rising, but brings him down with a hideous CRACK from the chair Hayden brought back into the ring with him! Stevie collapses in a heap, as the referee attempts to stop Hayden from further action, signaling again for the bell!
But Hayden cracks the referee, as well, before taking the chair over and over and OVER again to the skull of the fallen Stevie Swing!
Medics begin to rush the ring, but no one dares get close to Arran Hayden, who is literally bending the chair in the shape of Swing’s head! Finally, Arran Hayden smirks in satisfaction, before whipping the chair into the audience, where it takes out several fans.
He marches away in personal triumph, as medics attend to the mess that is the victor, Stevie Swing, a victim of 17 chairshots to the skull.
Winner: Stevie Swing
In the back, Pixie Jackson is shown walking up to Johnson Jackson, holding and wiping her jaw, trying to regain feeling after being punched by Morgana. Pixie, obviously disturbed and angered at the assault, notices that Johnson is carrying two dolls -- a Morgana doll and an Adora doll.
Pixie Jackson: I can't believe the nerve of that bitch!
Johnson doesn't reply, instead he quietly hands the Adora doll over to Pixie.
Johnson Jackson: Here, take this.
Pixie Jackson: What is this? A doll?
Johnson Jackson: Yes. You'll see...
Next, he pulls out a crucifix and hangs the Morgana doll over it, symbolizing the death of Morgana. Realizing this, Pixie nods her head, in agreement with Johnson's actions.
Pixie Jackson: Ah, now I get it. Let's just hope that none of those sheepfuckers from the Streets of Bakersfield interrupt our business, though.
Johnson Jackson: Let's just focus on Morgana right now. It's time to back our talk up with actions.
Pixie Jackson: Good; because if I ever have to see that ugly, smelly man, Buck Travis, again, I'm going to shoot somebody.
Johnson Jackson: Perferably Morgana. Now, c'mon, let's go.
Johnson hands a crucifix to Pixie, allowing her to do the same to her Adora doll that he did with the Morgana doll. They both head towards the ring, walking past some patrons that roll some dices on a table.
"Edgecrusher" by Fear Factory hits and the tag team known as Royal Gothica make their way out. Royal Gothica, of course, is composed of Pixie and Johnson Jackson, who, for the past few weeks, have said some negative things about the Wifeys. Together, they come out, holding matching Wifey dolls, having Adora and Morgana hung on crosses, symbolizing something dreadful for both women.
In response to Royal Gothica's entrance, "Date With the Night" by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs hits the speakers, thus bringing out an enraged Morgana, pink World Title and all. Her thin frame slips in beneath the bottom rope, allowing her to stand, drop her title to the canvas and immediately meet Pixie and Johnson, who charge at her.
Pixie is the first to meet Morgy, but Morgy ducks beneath an attack, allowing her to go straight towards Johnson Jackson, kicking him in the gut. As he hunches over, holding his midsection, Morgana uses him as a springboard, as she leaps onto his back and kicks off, hitting a vertical moonsault onto Pixie, who turns around to see a big ball of pink flying towards her. Cowering over Pixie, Morgana begins hammering her with a series of fists, only to be accosted by Johnson Jackson, who grabs Morgy's pink hair and lifts her up.
With a handful of her pink hair, John chucks the World Champion across the ring, turns his back on her and checks on his sister, Pixie, who shoves him away to focus solely on Morgana. Pixie stomps over to the World Champ, hovers above her and threatens her, only to receive a kick to the face, sending her spiralling backwards.
Taking over where Pixie failed, Johnson runs into the corner, keeping the champion cripples with a running boot to the stomach and chest. After some kneelifts in the corner, he wraps Morgana's left arm around his neck, hoists her up into a vertical suplex position and then snaps her forward, hitting a slingshot suplex.
After dropping a few knees across Morgana's head, Johnson Jackson hoists her up, bounces off the ropes and hopes to hit a boisterous lariat, but Morgana ducks, resulting in him running directly into Pixie, who can't seem to get anything going for her. The result of the clothesline knocks Pixie Jackson out of the ring, leaving a stunned Johnson Jackson inside, looking down at his fallen sister.
While he tries to apologize for what just happened, Morgana returns to a standing base, realizing that Johnson isn't on his game. Running forward, she leaps onto the middle rope that is in front of Johnson and springs backward, latches onto Johnson Jackson's head and swinging Tornado DDTs him, driving him head-first into the canvas! Not only does she deliver that lone DDT, but she maintains her grip on his head, rolls back up and charges at the ropes, springing off them, hitting a secondary Tornado DDT, driving him immediately back down.
Hooking a leg, the World Champion goes for a cover...
...1...2...
Before the three is made, Pixie Jackson springboard legdrops Morgana across the back of her neck, finding a proper way to return to action inside of the ring.
Having broken the pinfall, Pixie lifts up Morgy and strikes her with a punch to the jaw, no doubt getting revenge for what occured earlier in the evening. Morgana tumbles back, leaving her wide open for a continuing attack from Pixie, who stomps her into the corner, sitting her against the bottom turnbuckle pad. Aided by Johnson, who has risen to his feet, Pixie is whipped into the corner, where she connects with a baseball slide dropkick to Morgana's chest, smashing her against the corner.
As a unit, Royal Gothic, Pixie and Johnson Jackson, lift Morgana up to her feet, with Johnson pressing her above his head, while Pixie gets down to one knee, leaving the other knee open. This allows for Johnson to heave Morgana forward, sending her chest-first across Pixie Jackson's knee, swatting all the oxygen out of her lungs.
They go for a pinfall attempt...
...1...2...
But the champ shows why she is the champ, as she kicks out with ease. Feeling angered and frustrated, Pixie and Johnson look at each other, with Johnson telling Pixie to lift Morgana up. Next, he instructs her to toss her towards him, which she also complies with.
Soon enough, Johnson hoists Morgana up into another vertical suplex position, only to lower her down, placing her legs on Pixie Jackson's shoulders. Johnson throws Morgana up into the air, flipping her over and hoping to catch her with a powerbomb while gravity does its work and pummels her towards the ground.
Things don't go as planned, though.
On her way down, Morgana hooks onto Pixie's head, applies a 3/4 headlock, while wrapping her legs around Johnson Jackson's head. She then kicks off his chest and springs backward, going up-and-over Pixie, hitting the Fata Morgana on her, catching everyone off-guard.
Having Pixie's head smash into the mat, Morgana springs back up, ducks beneath a charging shoulderblock from Johnson and forces him to swing around. She springs towards the ropes, having Johnson in hot pursuit, and jumps through the second and top rope. While holding on to both ropes, she uses the momentum to swing back around into the ring and delivers a massive kick to Johnson's stomach, sending him staggering backwards, tripping over Pixie Jackson's fallen body!
Now that both opponents are laid out, side-by-side, in the center of the ring, Morgana, who is on the side of the apron, quickly escalates to the top rope and wastes little time in diving off with a Morgasm, landing on both members of Royal Gothica.
She covers Pixie and Johnson...
...1...2...3!
Getting the three-count on both members of Royal Gothica, Morgana rises to her feet and is given her pink World Title, which she casually wraps around her waist. Her hand is raised by the referee and she exits to the back, proud of her latest victory.
In the meantime, as Pixie and Johnson get back to their feet, trying to figure things out, they are quickly struck from behind by both members of the Streets of Bakersfield, who wield trashcans. Buck Travis strikes Pixie Jackson with a trashcan, while The Masked Day Laborer also gives a trashcan shot to the back of Johnson Jackson's head.
Looking for redemption, the Streets of Bakersfield stomp and kick on Pixie and Johnson, glad to have redeemed themselves.
Winner: Morgana
Standing in the backstage area, Ace Rodgers holds his usual microphone, watching as various casino members pass to and fro. He is in front of a locker-room, about ready to interview someone...
Ace Rodgers: I'm here, standing in the back, waiting for Nikita to come out. Previously tonight, she defeated Vic Damon and is looking to advance to the next round of the World Title contendership tournament. If she continues on her winning streak, she could possibly get a rematch for the World Title, which she has yet to obtain.
With that said, Nikita passes by Ace. Right away, Ace confronts Nikita, halting her forward progress.
Ace Rodgers: Nikita, it's Ace. I'm wondering what are your thoughts about moving on to the next round of the tournament? On top of that, who would you rather face, Destiny Daniels or Julian Brown?!
Nikita turns her head towards Ace, not saying a word to him. Casually, she walks away, leaving Ace stunned.
Ace Rodgers: But I had more questions! This is awful!
As Ace whines in the backstage area, a ruckus is heard coming from his left. Out of nowhere, Savage Youth bursts out of the scene, riding Betsy the Goat.
Ace Rodgers: What the hell?
Savage Youth: Yo. Dis iz a crae-z ride, yo!
As if riding a wild, ornery bull, Savage Youth gallops off.
Ace Rodgers: What the yo?
Ace covers his mouth, realizing what he just said. With that, the scene fades out.
Julian Brown is out first, looking like a warrior scorned, wishing to move on to the next round of the contendership tournament. With his eyes transfixed at the entrance, he watches as Destiny Daniels, the former World and Television Champ, emerges from behind the curtain and heads towards the ring, where she slides inside, ready for a battle.
As soon as she slides inside, slithering beneath the bottom rope, Destiny is caught by a pre-emptive attack from Julian Brown, who instantly stomps and kicks at her head, lifts her up and corners her against the ropes. He Irish-whip her out, attempting to hit a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, only to have her reverse the flow of things by applying a headscissors with her legs and then flips him onto his back.
Both contenders leap back to their feet at the same time, looking to be the first to strike the other. Destiny swings a Roundhouse Kick at Julian's head, but Julian pulls a move out of The Matrix and bends backward, allowing her foot to graze over his chest and head. Unfortunately for him, as he foot lands back on the mat, she retorts by firing her other leg/foot around, sending it swinging at Julian's head, knocking him down.
Deciding to go quickly on the attack, Destiny bounces off the ropes, bounces back and goes for a rolling splash, which Julian avoids by rolling out of the ring. Seeing this, Destiny halts on the splash, watching as Julian gathers himself on the floor.
Not wanting him to come up with a plan of his own, Destiny grabs onto the top rope and goes to slingshot herself to the floor. However, halfway through her rotation, Julian again side-steps out of the way; and once more, Destiny catches it. She lands on the side of the apron, saving herself from a disastrous crash, watching intensely as Julian scatters.
She calmly turns around, watches as Julian turns around, facing her, and then leaps off the ring apron with a running huracanrana, bringing him down on the floor. With Julian laid out, she leaps back up onto the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps off, hitting The Rattler, connecting on Julian Brown, all the way to the floor.
Lifting Julian up, she strikes him a few times with some chops, finally rolling him inside of the ring, where she follows in. Climbing onto the apron, she waits for Julian to rise; and when he does, she uses the top rope as a springboard and flies throughout the air, looking to hit a dropkick. Unfortunately for her, she dives right into Julian's clutches, allowing him to powerbomb her into the canvas.
He quickly follows through with the powerbomb with a jack-knife pinning roll, hoping to get a surprise victory.
...1...2...
At the count of two, Destiny kicks out, Julian almost getting a three-count, thanks to the element of surprise.
Slapping the mat in anguish, Julian lifts Destiny up by the hair, takes a moment to kick her in the face with his shin, and then twirls her around. Reverse waistlocking Destiny, he throws her backwards, hitting a picture-perfect German suplex, with a bridge. The count is made...
...1...2...
Destiny rolls to safety, allowing her to remove herself from danger.
Julian gets back to his feet, chops Destiny a few times and then backs her into the corner turnbuckles. In here, he starts to kick and punch at her, cutting her off from pursuing an attack, eventually placing her on the top turnbuckle in a seated position.
Following her up, he gives her some uppercuts to the jaw and attempts to a hit an apparent exploder superplex, but to no avail, as Destiny manages to hang on for dear life. As she wraps her legs around the top rope, preventing her from being flung through the air, she aggravates Julian, who cannot toss her. Crafty, she begins to strike him with some stifling blows, eventually releasing herself from his clutches.
Up here, her shots ring through the air and she's soon able to knock him down a rung. Using her head, she gives him a headbutt, sending Julian falling off the turnbuckle pads, landing hard on the canvas, hitting with a thud. Seeing him lay parallel to the corner, she decides to turn her back to him, looking to hit a moonsault or something similar. When the time is right, she backflips off, hoping to splash-land on Julian...
However, Julian senses Destiny turning around, forcing him to think quickly.
Launching himself up to his feet, he immediately waits for Destiny to flip off. When she does, he leaps into the air, connecting with a moonsault, interrupting her moonsault attempt. Not only does it interrupt her attempt, but it also causes her to fall to the canvas like a sack of bricks.
In an attempt to one-up Destiny, Julian climbs to the top rope. Having his back turned on her, this time, Julian looks to hit a moonsault version of his own. Before he can leap off, though, Destiny is able to regain her strength and stumble into the corner, knocking Julian off his two legs, crotching him.
Reaching ahead, grabbing onto Julian Brown, she yanks him back, positioning him into a Tree of Woe. Stepping halfway across the ring, she halts and then charges full-speed ahead, hitting a baseball-slide dropkick into Julian's face, squishing his head into the corner.
Pulling his legs off the ropes, she position him in the center of the ring and drops down, looking to apply The Cottonmouth. With each attempt she makes, Julian still manages to shrug her off, using his fists and elbows to slip himself away. With Julian rolling to safety, a frustrated Destiny chases after him, even giving him a stomp or two, only to hoist him up and knock him against the ropes with some martial arts kicks. She attempts a leaping spin kick, but Julian is aware of this, as he ducks beneath her foot, giving him the chance to motion around her, spin around and then whip her across the ring.
With vigor, Destiny springs off the ropes, only to see Julian swing a back elbow at her. Thinking quickly, she ducks his elbow and continues forward, bouncing off the opposite set of ropes. Again, she returns; this time with Julian throwing a clothesline attempt at her. For the second straight time, she ducks his arm, bounces off the original set of ropes and returns with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors, paralleling the earlier part of the match.
Things are a little different this time around, though.
Instead of headscissoring Julian, she continues through with another rotation, eventually spinning all the way around and dragging Julian Brown to the mat with an armbar-takedown. From here, she immediately applies The Cottonmouth, having Julian in proper position, in the middle of the ring, where he soon begins to tap out.
With the match won, Destiny Daniels rises to her feet. Feeling a little more sadistic than normal, she kicks her fallen opponent in the back and walks off, refusing to allow the referee to raise her hand. With things on her mind, she quicklty exits to the back, deciding not to shake the hands of any fans, while Julian Brown rises to a kneeling position, feeling his first Sin Wrestling defeat.
Winner: Destiny Daniels
Even in a casino, the Wifeys have their own private dressing room. The scene opens up in said dressing room, where Adora and Morgana are sitting across from Leah and *******, staring awkwardly at each other.
*******: So, uh, did you bring us here for a reason? Because I just left a bunch of money I want to buy coke with downstairs. I mean... puppies. I want to buy puppies. White, powdery puppies.
Leah Petrelli: And I'm missing Heroes!
Morgana: What are you complaining for? I'm sure our dressing room is nicer than yours, and we've got kick ass food and video games in here.
Adora: But if you really want to get to the point, even though we've got cake and cookies and Resident Evil, we thought it might be worth our while for the four of us to... I don't know, what are the kids calling it these days?
Morgana: Basically, we want to not hate each other... and stuff.
*******: Can we form an unholy alliance the likes of which the world has never seen?
Adora: Why yes! Only it'll be less gay than that.
Leah Petrelli: DOESN'T ANYBODY CARE THAT I'M MISSING HEROES?
*******: HEROES IS ON?
Leah and ******* begin to wrestle for the TV remote, and Morgy and Adora shift their eyes crazily as the scene fades to black.
Buck Travis: And that there is the magic of card-countin'. So ya ready?
The Masked Day Laborer nodded as Buck Travis threw the deck of cards he'd recently purchased into the bathroom toilet. He'd just gone through a crash course in counting cards and if The Masked Day Laborer was as bright as he'd proven, he could afford all the decks of cards he could ever want.
They headed towards the nearest blackjack table and took two seats. He had The Masked Day Laborer produce two 50 dollar bills and exchange them for chips. Buck Travis placed the bets for the both of them and the cards were dealt.
Buck was dealt a 5 and a 6 and The Masked Day Laborer an 8 and 9. The dealer showed one King for himself.
Buck Travis: DOUBLE DOWN!
Buck exclaimed loudly at his luck and doubled the wager by placing twice as many chips on the table. Following suit, The Masked Day Laborer did the same as Buck. Buck slapped his forehead at The Masked Day Laborer's actions.
The dealer dealt Buck a Queen bringing his card's total to 21 as Buck pumped his fist. The dealer then dealt The Masked Day Laborer a 7 busting his hand. The dealer flipped his whole card revealing another King, forcing him to stand. Buck Travis won twice as much in this hand, but The Masked Day Laborer lost twice as much too. Buck Travis had done such a great job of explaining the art of card-counting, he forgot to explain the rules of blackjack.
Buck Travis: Next time you get an 8-9, you stand. Okay?
The Masked Day Laborer nodded. The cards were dealt and Buck Travis was dealt an Ace and a Jack. BLACKJACK! The Masked Day Laborer was dealt an 8-9 once again, and rose from his seat.
Buck Travis: What're you doing?
The Masked Day Laborer stood there, looking like a total idiot. He rolled his eyes and pointed at the 8-9 he'd been dealt. Buck Travis understood what he meant and instructed the dealer he'd stand on the 17. The dealer dealt himself a 10 and 5, and was forced to hit and drew a 4. Nineteen to The Masked Day Laborer's 17. Once again Buck won, but The Masked Day Laborer lost.
Buck Travis: D.L., the object of this game is to keep hitting until you get to Twenty One.
The Masked Day Laborer nodded once again as the cards were dealt. Buck Travis once again hit Blackjack. Meanwhile, The Masked Day Laborer got two Aces. Before he could even ask, Buck was already a step ahead.
Buck Travis: Split and hit them both.
The Masked Day Laborer was confused. He scratched his head and tried to make the best of the situation. He pondered the instructions and shrugged. He reared back and connected with a stiff punch to the dealer's nose. As security swarmed on them, The Masked Day Laborer dropped to his knees and hit two Mexican Uppercuts! Buck Travis picked up all the chips and high-tailed it out of the casino.
Buck Travis: SPLIT! SPLIT! SPLIT!
The lights in the casino shrink to a dusky low, with the blinking lights being the only thing that is prevalent. Everyone's attention turns towards the entrance, where Shane Donovan makes his way out, a chorus of boos raining down upon him. Ignoring these taunts, he rolls into the ring and awaits for the arrival of the Television Champ, Adora, who is set to have a non-title submission match.
"Plastic" by Basia Lyjak hits and Adora comes out, without her wifey, Morgana, having her Television Title strapped around her waist. She heads straight to the ring, props herself up onto the apron, but is forced to jump down when Shane Donovan makes a jump towards her.
Circling around the ring, she-unstraps her title and makes another attempt to get inside, but it has the same result, with Shane trying to grab her. Unfortunately for him, as he motions forward, Adora is able to slide into the ring, between his legs and get to a standing position behind him. Right then, she jumps into the air, connects with a dropkick to Shane's back, which knocks him up-and-over the top rope, tumbling him out to the floor.
Before she can make a slingshot dive onto Shane, on the floor, he turns around, grabs onto her ankles and trips her up, knocking her on her back. Pulling her out, Shane begins to unload some punches and forearms on her, even smashing her face off the side of the apron. He goes to whip her into the ring railing, but as she is thrown forward, she grabs onto the ring post and pushes herself up and around it, using the momentum to swing around and kick Shane Donovan in the head!
Stumbling around, Shane Donovan is privy to some kicks from Adora, which trap him against the ring railing, finishing him off with a spin kick, which knocks him against the railing. When Adora steps back, she soon decides to charge forward. However, as she steamrolls forward, Shane is able to clear his head, grab onto her and then fling her overhead with a release belly-to-belly suplex. Incidentally, she is thrown back-first against the railing, further damaging her back, which Shane worked over on the last Eternity.
After battering Adora on thefloor some more, Shane rolls her in and slides in behind her, where he starts kicking and stomping on her. Lifting her to her feet, he chops her into the ropes, where he whips her out, catching her upon the rebound with a California Roll. Immediately popping back up, Shane sits Adora up, knees her in the lower-back a few times and then applies a rear-chinlock, while digging his knee into the Television Champ's back.
Moving in, the referee checks on Adora's condition, asking her if she submits, but she insists that she does not. Discontent at Adora's lack of submission, Shane stands up, delivers a kick to Adora's back and then stands her back up, but not before scooping her up and dropping her across his knee with a backbreaker. He keeps her in this position, grinding her down across his knee, looking for her to quit, but to no avail. As usual, she does not quit, forcing him to drop her down and try for something else.
Hunching over Adora, about ready to pick her up to presumably do more damage to her back, he is met with a sudden kick from her, striking him at the top of his head. As he stumbles back, Adora kips-up, but in doing so, tweaks her back just a little. Nevertheless, she turns her attention towards Shane, whom she begins to batter with a series of martial arts kick, knocking him against the ropes, thanks to some kick to the thigh, charlie-horsing him.
Wrapping Shane's leg around the middle rope, Adora begins to kick and stomp on it. She even manages to bounce off the furthest set of ropes and return with a dropkick to the leg, as it remains wrapped around the middle rope. Popping back up, she bounces off the ropes and returns with a second dropkick to his leg, wishing to pop his knee out of place.
After she hits a Tornado DDT, which takes Shane out of the corner, she heads towards the ropes and springboards off the middle rope, swinging back with a springboard moonsault, with an added twist. However, as she sails towards Shane, he is able to get his knees up, resulting in her landing back-first across both knees.
Shane rises to his feet, hoping to take advantage of Adora's mistake and to take advantage of her injured back. He whips her across the ring and catches her upon her return with a tilt-a-whirl side-slam, driving her hand into the canvas. Turning Adora over, placing her on her stomach, he heads to the outer portion of the ring apron and elevates to the top rope. After several tense moments, he dives off, hoping to hit a frog splash onto Adora's back.
...
But he misses!
Furthermore, Adora is able to roll to safety, thus causing Shane to crash into the canvas!
Now with the advantage turned towards her, Adora goes to work, as she sits Shane up into a kneeling position. Here, she begins to strike at him with some more martial arts kicks, following those up with a running baseball slide dropkick to Shane, knocking him backwards.
Before his back can hit the mat, Adora creeps up behind him and locks on a Dragon Sleeper, going as far as to lock both legs around his waist, looking for a submission. Even with Shane's strength, he is unable to fend off the submission from Adora, so within several minutes, he is forced to tap out, the lack of oxygen interrupting his thought process.
Unfortunately for Adora, she is unable to celebrate her victory, as Destiny Daniels (!) slides into the ring, holding a chair, and starts to kick and stomp on Adora, forcing her to release the hold on Shane. Destiny then starts slamming the chair off Adora's chest and ribcage, smashing the edge off her ribs to keep her down.
Sitting the chair in the center of the ring, having it open, Destiny picks Adora up and is about to hit a double-underarm DDT onto the open-chair, but is halted when the World Champion, Morgana, storms down to the ring, hoping to help her partner. From the corner, Morgana bursts out with a lightning bolt of speed, connecting with a John-Woo Kick to Destiny's chest, releasing her hold on Adora and knocking her over the chair.
Both the chair and Destiny tumble to the ground, while Shane Donovan gets to his feet and is about to attack Morgana from behind. Before he can reach her, though, a rejuvenated Adora suddenly springs forward, cutting his attack off. She connects with a leaping single-leg side-kick, knocking him onto his back, joining Destiny on the canvas.
In unison, Destiny Daniels and Shane Donovan roll out onto the floor, while The Wifeys congregate inside of the ring, making sure the other is feeling all right. The credits begin to roll as Adora and Morgana stare at Destiny and Shane, who retreat to the back, offering threats to the World and Television Champions.
Winner: Adora