The two disheveled Wifeys, Morgana and Adora, arrive in the backstage area, Morgana wearing her World Title; while Adora looks almost naked and empty without the Television Title. They both appear bruised and exhaunted, feeling the after-effect of their match against Casanova and Shane Donovan. Morgana, who suffered her first official Sin Wrestling loss at the last event, is the first to break the silence between them.
Morgana: Well, at least we beat Shane Donovan down so bad, that he isn't here yet tonight.
Adora: Mehhh.
Morgana: Of course, I still have to face that douchebag JNX tonight... God, what he did to Leah was awful.
Adora remains aloof and distant, while Morgana continues to perch around their locker-room, thinking hard about the past event and tonight's show.
Morgana: But hey, we're in Disney World! Let's have some fun, eh?
Adora: I'm in no mood.
Morgana: Hmph.
Trying hard to put the best face on things, despite her loss, Morgana fiddles with her thumbs, trying to think things through.
Morgana: You know, you have a rematch with Casanova tonight. This will be the perfect opporunity for you to come back out on top.
Adora: I suppose so.
Shrugging her shoulders, Morgana almost seems to give up on making things better, stopping only when she sees a rose lie on their table, with a tag on it. Picking it up, she reads it over and scrunches up her face.
Morgana: This is for you.
Adora: Oh god.
Handing the rose and card over to Adora, Morgana steps to the side, watching as her friend reads the words written on it.
Adora: "To Adora, my one and only love... I'm here tonight. Be ready."
Morgana: Sounds fucking creepy to me.
Adora: Eh? This is just too retarded for me, anyhow. Screw this.
Taking the card and the rose, she heaves it into the garbage.
Adora: I'm sorry, but this is a little too much. Whoever this person is that's stalking me, they need to reveal themselves immediately.
Morgana: Seriously. This is just creeptastic.
The camera begins to fade out; but not before showing the rose and the crumpled card in the garbage.
The lights in the arena go completely dark, as the fans all stand and direct their attention towards the entrance ramp. Suddenly, the thrashing sounds of "Schism" by Tool plays over the PA system, but the arena is still plunged into darkness. The only bits of light come from the flash bulbs from cameras and the soft glow from camera phones. Suddenly, the SW-screen comes to life and shows various dark images of Rhuin standing outside of a gothic-style church, another where he is in a cemetary and yet another, where he is seen praying over an open casket.
Then, Rhuin looks at the camera with his pale face and wild eyes penetrating into the soul of the fans in attendance. A chill, cool air blows over the fans as Rhuin begins to laugh on the video. Then the lights fade up and Rhuin walks out, with the cowl of the hooded robe over his head. He slowly walks down the aisle, ignoring the mixed reaction of cheers and jeers that he receives from the fans as he finally climbs into the ring.
The loud sounds of Against Me's! "Sink, Florida, Sink" hit the sound system, like the sound of thunder. The crowd is silent for the most part, apart from the usual drunken screams and ignorant cheers. Through the curtains, out steps Corey Ashton, bearing a smug look on his face and showing no attention to the fans, ignoring them as if they weren't even there. His only attire is a pair of black traditional wrestling boots, white wrist tape and a pair of black Muay Thai style shorts.
Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring, weighing in a sleek two hundred sixteen pound and standing at five eleven! He hails from Seattle, Washington! Corey Ashton!
Corey slides into the ring from the bottom rope and stands up quickly. Going to a corner immediately and waiting for the match to kick off with a determined look on his face as the fans boo loudly.
The bell rings and the two immediately take to one another; with Ashton lunging forward with a knee lift to Rhuin’s chest, which staggers him back. Rhuin attempts a few swings, but Ashton pounds him down with kicks and punches in the corner, following with repeated stomps, once Rhuin is on the mat. In one smooth motion, Ashton yanks Rhuin to his feet by one arm, following it right to whip him into the ropes. On the return, Ashton latches Rhuin and smacks him to the mat with a hard belly-to-belly suplex. Ashton slides across Rhuin for the quick cover!
...1...2...
Kickout! Rhuin gets a shoulder up, not ready to lose the match just yet.
Corey Ashton seems unflustered by this, simply lifting Rhuin to his feet, before clamping down a wrenching headlock on Rhuin. Ashton pulls back and forth, as Rhuin drops to his knees, the referee checking to see if he’ll submit.
No dice, though, as Rhuin finally lunges forward, bringing Ashton with him, still locked in the hold, but making his way to the ropes.
Rhuin rests on the ropes for a second, appearing to try and catch his breath, but again, Corey Ashton has no intention of letting him relax for even a moment. Ashton stomps Rhuin several times, before driving several hard kicks into Rhuin’s ribs. The coup-de-grace is delivered as Corey Ashton lifts Rhuin’s head and neck across the bottom rope, only to leap upward and double stomp on the return, smacking Rhuin’s temple against the mat, loudly, as fans cringe in the audience. Ashton kicks Rhuin disdainfully away from the ropes, toward the middle of the ring, before going for a cover.
...1...2...
This time, there's no kick ou; but Ashton lifts Rhuin’s shoulder off of the mat himself, sneering at the fans and referee for a moment, before shaking his head that this isn’t over just yet.
He lifts the semi-conscious Rhuin to his feet, before driving a stiff kick into Rhuin’s abdomen, hunching him over. A standing headscissors follows, before Ashton lifts Rhuin skyward, runs a few steps, and powerbombs him back to the mat with his finishing move, Love Special No. 9! Ashton stays in the seated pinfall position as the referee goes to make the count!
...1...2...3!
The bell rings as Corey Ashton rises in victory, sneering down at Rhuin, and slapping away the referee when he goes to raise Ashton’s arm in victory. Ashton spits on Rhuin, before making his exit, engaging in several verbal exchanges with belligerent fans on the way out.
Winner: Corey Ashton
Fade in.
Nikita: Morgana! Hey, Morgana!
Nikita sprints down the hall to catch up with Morgana, who is trying to speed walk far away from her enemy. With a clipboard and a pen in hand, Nikita runs in front of Morgana, forcing her to either turn around or stop walking away.
Morgana: ...yes?
Nikita: Listen, I know we're not best pals. But I'd like to think we'd be there for each other if we needed it, you know?
Morgana: Uh...n--
Nikita: So I'm on strike, as you know, because you're a wonderful, observant person.
Morgana: But I don't ca--
Nikita: And I'm starting a petition so we can form a union. I mean, we do some dangerous work and can get screwed by Page any moment if we don't have a union! This isn't cool, Morgy. This isn't cool!
Nikita speaks passionately, waving her clipboard in the air. The camera catches a piece of paper on the clipboard with "Petition" scribbled across the top, and no named signed.
Morgana: Are you don--
Nikita: So will you sign my petition?
Morgana: After some long hard thought, no.
Morgana shoves Nikita out of her way and continues walking. Nikita, catches up to Morgana again and once again stops her.
Nikita: Okay...I understand...
Morgana: Well, good.
Nikita: But while we're here, I've always secretly been a fan of yours...and well, I'd love to have your autograph.
Morgana instantly begins blushing and her eyes start sparkling, flattered that her long term enemy wants her autograph. Nikita pulls the "petition" paper off the clipboard, crumbles it up and tosses it on the floor and hands Morgana the clipboard with a fresh piece of lined paper and a pen. Morgana signs her autograph with a big smile smeared across her face, hands back the clipboard and walks away.
Once out of sight, Nikita scribbles "Petition" across the top of the paper and skips off.
Casanova can be seen selling popcorn in the crowds. People flood around him as soon as they noticed who he is.
Kid: Can I get an autograph!
Casanova: Look, do you want some popcorn?
Kid: I just want an autograph! PLEASE!
Casanova: Why don't you just take some popcorn, I've touched it. It's like having a goddamn autograph.
Kid: Okay!
Casanova hands the kid a bag of popcorn. The kid takes it and starts happily munching on it.
Kid: I got popcorn from Casanova! Yay!
Casanova: No, no, no. That's not how it works, kid. Now you have to pay me for it.
Kid: Pay you? Isn't it like an autograph? MOMMY! Casanova is trying to charge me for an autograph!
Mother: You are charging my daughter for an autograph?!
Casanova: No! It's popcorn!
Kid: But you said it's like an autograph!
Mother: What kind of wrestler are you?
Casanova: A good one! But it's popcorn; not an autograph!
The mother and daughter walk off into the crowd without paying.
Casanova: Corey is going to bitch smack me if these numbers don't line up.
Roxy taps Casanova on the shoulder. Casanova turns around.
Roxy Erikson: Oh! That's real nice; can't even give the poor girl a fucking autograph!
Casanova: It's popcorn!
Roxy Erikson: Whatever Nova?
Casanova: What did you call me?
Roxy Erikson: Nova, that's your name right?
Casanova: No, it's...
Roxy interrupts him.
Roxy Erikson: Look, Nova, I've got a letter saying we were going to be teamed up. So here are the rules. Number one: No coming on to me; I'll let you know when I want you. Number two: No staring at me. And number three: No touching the goods.
Casanova: What?
Roxy Erikson: You heard me.
Roxy walks off, knocking over a tray of popcorn and candy Casanova is carrying.
Casanova: Fucking crazy bitch.
Casanova goes back to work.
Casanova: Popcorn... get your popcorn here.
The image fades out.
While the commentators are still getting over the last match, the fans in the far left corner, who are still pumped up as it is, start cheering wildly.
Lex Robinson: What's going on over there?
Steve Hebert: How the hell am I supposed to know, am I over there?
Lex Robinson: I was just asking... apparently we're getting cameras in position now...
We cut over to the aforementioned section of the crowd, where five very hot women in bikinis are walking throughout the fans, handing out t-shirts. One of them, a stunning blonde in a cut-off t-shirt similar to the ones that are being handed out, blows a kiss to the camera; while another, who's barely even wearing the tiny bikini she's squeezed in to, starts making out with one of the more attractive male fans.
Steve Hebert: Holy crap, it's Christmas!
Lex Robinson: ...it's June.
Steve Hebert: Shhhh, don't tell them that!
The fans continue screaming out for more free shirts and the girls seem more than happy to continue passing them out as they make their way around the crowd. Steve removes his headset and stands on the desk, crying out for a shirt to be thrown down to him, and possibly asking for phone numbers, as well; but with the chaos in the arena, it's hard to make out exactly what he's saying...
Lex Robinson: Would you sit down?
Finally, one of the girls throws him one of the shirts and he sits happily down and unrolls it, a shocked expression on his face when he sees the logo on the front for the first time.
Lex Robinson: What? What's on the shirt?
Steve Hebert: Well, it's the Order of Chaos...
Lex Robinson: The who?
Steve Hebert: They were a tag team, pretty good by all accounts, but they broke up last year, I thought. Maybe somebody else is using the name?
Lex Robinson: What's on the back?
Steve Hebert: "I came to Sin Wrestling and the OOC gave me this awesome shirt". Are they debuting here or what?
Lex Robinson: "How the hell am I meant to know, I am over there?"
Steve Hebert: ...do that again and it'll be the last words you ever say.
Despite the fact the fans are still going wild for more shirts, the girls appear to have run out and the mad frenzy for free merchandise slowly dies down, as we return to a state of normalcy...
"Direction" by The Starting Line hits and Angel Ryann Felicity makes his way out towards the ringside area, where he slides inside, waiting for his match to begin.
"Last Resort" by Papa Roach erupts over the sound system. The crowd boos heavily as Vodka walks out from the back. He shakes his head in disgust as he slides into the ring.
Ding, ding, ding!
The bell rings and the match starts, with the duo making haste in starting things. After Vodka's after-match attack on Angel at Dead End Road, Angel Ryann Felicity will definitely be looking to gain some vengeance. However, thanks to Vodka's cheap tactics, his mission instantly falters, as he drops to one knee, resulting in a kick to the groind from Danny King.
From here, Vodka begins striking with a plethora of knees to the side of Angel Ryann Felicity's head, most likely rendering him immobile. Vodka instantly rises Vodka up, punches him into the ropes and then goes to whip him out. Upon Angel's rebound though, he ducks beneath a clothesline attempt from the man known as Vodka, and bounces off the opposite set of ropes, storming back with a spin wheel kick.
Popping back up, Angel Ryann darts towards Vodka, who tries to slide out of the ring, despite Angel kicking, stomping and then punching at him. Eventually free from Angel Felicity's attack, Vodka slides to the floor, trying to clear his head, not realizing that he is just seconds away from being a victim from an attack by Angel Ryann Felicity.
Angel bounces off the furthest set of ropes and springs back, heaving himself over the middle rope and connecting with a suicide dive headbutt out onto Vodka, which knocks him back against the railing. Out here, Vodka and Angel exchange more blows, striking each other hard in the temple with various forearms, punches and other strikes.
During this fracas, Vodka is able to send a knee to Angel's gutt, crippling him over, smashes his face off the railing and then whips him into it. Of course, the referee is counting both men out, while they brawl on the floor.
...1...2...3...4...5...
Angel Ryann Felicity tries to fire back with a chop, but Vodka ducks it and instead clothesline him to the floor.
...6...7...8...
Vodka lifts Angel Ryann Felicity up, hammers him with some punches to the back of his head, only to receive a jarring blow to the gut from Angel, knocking him backward. Popping up, Angel strikes Vodka with a leaping dropkick that knocks him onto his back.
...9...10!
The referee calls for the bell, officially counting both men out. Ignoring this, both men continue to brawl, sending fists back-and-forth into each other's face, stumbling each other to the back, until they disappear behind the curtain.
Winner: n/a (Double Countout)
The cameras open up to the backstage area, showing Casanova decked out in his little apron, still forced to sell things for Corey Page. To his side is Stevie Swing, who happens to roll on-and-on, blathering out random things, which an agitated Casanova seems to ignore. As the camera looms closer, the details of the conversation can be picked up.
Stevie Swing: I can't believe Corey Page is making me wrestle already! I'm the number one contender to the World Title. I should be getting a rest until I get my shot! Isn't that something? I know, I'll just pretend to be injured tonight; that way, I'll get out of my match. What do you think?
Casanova, who had just made a deal with a family, featuring a mom, dad and three kids, turns to Stevie Swing and scrunches up his face.
Casanova: You're still here?
Stevie continues on.
Stevie Swing: I mean... I have Morgana, the pink goddess herself to fight. I deserve a little rest after winning that tournament! I'm undefeated so far in Sin Wrestling... which Morgana can no longer say!
The person who actually owns the longest undefeated streak in Sin Wrestling, Casanova, pipes in, with an air of insolence.
Casanova: You're telling me.
The sound of shoes stomping across the corridor can be heard, as the camera whirls towards Corey Page, who is headed towards Casanova, making sure that his vendor for tonight is doing his proper work. Stevie, upon seeing Corey Page arriving, holds his left ankle, standing on one foot, hollering out in pain.
Stevie Swing: Ow, God, my poor ankle. It hurts so bad!
Initially, Corey looks at Casanova, making sure the work is being done.
Corey Page: How is everything? Are you doing your work? This is just a check-up.
Casanova mumbles a sullen response, which is barely audible to Corey's ears. This allows for Stevie to continue complaining about his left ankle.
Stevie Swing: Oh, Corey... oh Jesus... God... my ankle... I can't go on tonight.
The owner of Sin Wrestling looks at the number one contender to the World Title, watching as he hobbles across the corridor, trying to get Corey's attention.
Stevie Swing: My ankle... I think it's sprained!
Corey Page: Really?
Stevie Swing: Really.
Casanova: Really.
Both Stevie and Corey look at Casanova, who just shrugs and returns to work.
Stevie Swing: I really can't wrestle tonight... I... I... I'm sorry. The match will have to go on without me.
Corey Page: Well shit, that's not good. You're Stevie Swing; the hottest thing going in Sin Wrestling today.
Stevie perks up, smiling upon hearing Corey say those following words.
Stevie Swing: I am, aren't I?
Seeing Stevie pop up, Corey questions him, asking if he's okay.
Corey Page: It's a miracle! You can walk!
As soon as Corey spurts that, Stevie instantly doubles-over and holds onto his right ankle, which is ironic since the "pain" was originally in his left ankle.
Stevie Swing: Oh God... the pain... it's back!
Corey Page: I thought the pain was in your left ankle?
Stevie Swing: I... uh...
Corey Page: Fine, whatever. Have the night off. I don't care. Christ.
Corey Page walks off, allowing Stevie Swing to properly stand up.
Stevie Swing: Whoa, really?!
Stevie does a little dance, but ironically twists his ankle.
Stevie Swing: Ow! Jesus, that hurt.
The image fades out; showing Stevie Swing hobble off, having a night off.
Stevie Swing: This plan will work out perfectly.
Stevie's whispers fade into obscurity as he walks away.
Walking through the backstage area, Savage Youth makes a sudden stop.
Savage Youth: Yo!
The image of Daffy Duck and Daisy Duck having anal sex in the corner is seen, forcing Savage Youth to rub at his eyes, trying hard to decipher what he is seeing.
Savage Youth: Yo, man, shit... I gotta stop eatin' those mushrooms. They don't make me big like Mario, at all!
Shaking his head, he walks away, trying to figure out what he just witnessed. However, he again stops, as he looks down and sees a red rose thrown into a trash can; the same rose that Adora had received earlier.
Savage Youth: Hmmm... I gots me an idea.
Savage Youth picks the flower up and sniffs it.
Savage Youth: This smells much better than that glue.
He walks away, having the red rose in his hand.
"I'm So Sick" By Flyleaf begins to blast over the loud speakers, as shots of the wrestler known as Paradox can be seen on the screen. The lights begin to flash throughout the arena, while Paradox runs down the ramp, leaving behind a trail of fire in his steps. Beating the flame to the ring, he slides under the bottom rope, gets to his feet and stands near the corner, as a bright red light shines over the arena.
"Simple Design" by Breaking Benjamin goes off and Dan Black comes out from the back and then runs into the ring. He climbs each turnbuckle, pointing to the audience and he goes to the center of the ring and stomps his right foot, which ignites pyro all around the ringside area.
The lights dim, the war-resembling sounds of "Mars" by Gustav Holst begins to echo throughout the arena and smoke begins to billow out from the stage entrance. A shadow emerges from the smoke and hesitates before making any more advances toward the ring. Pyrotechnics shoot up towards the ceiling, perfectly in sync with the song playing over the speakers and at that moment, the lights become bright again. With his best intimidating expression, Adrian Merlo hesitates no longer and makes his way to the ring.
The three opponents look at each other in confusion for a moment, as Stevie Swing doesn’t make his entrance. The three turn to the entrance, where Stevie Swing finally emerges, walking with a pronounced limp. He only makes a few steps forward, before gesturing toward his ankle, which appears to be wrapped up. Swing waves a hand, as if to get out of the match, before turning away and heading backstage. The three competitors look at each other with collective shrugs, before exploding into action as the referee calls for the bell.
Paradox lunges toward Merlo with a clothesline, which is immediately ducked, and with the return off the ropes, Paradox is flattened to the mat with a smack, as Merlo spinebusters him. Dan Black takes advantage here, grabbing Merlo by his big hair and crushing him to the mat with a lariat, and following up with several hard stomps.
Soon, Merlo reverses the onslaught with a low chop to Black’s knee, before twisting him down with a hard grip on his ankle. Merlo immediately rises far enough to snap-mare Black to the mat, before driving a knee into his spine. A flip over Black produces a jarring neck breaker, and a final low dropkick to Black’s face leaves him stunned, as Merlo rises to his feet, getting a smattering of applause for his efforts.
Unfortunately for him, Paradox has been scouting him for a minute or so now, blasting Merlo down with his punch combo, the Fists of Fury. Merlo staggers to one knee, and finally crashes face first to the mat as Paradox drops an axe-kick over his neck and head.
Merlo somehow rises back to one knee, his forehead beginning to bleed, as Dan Black lifts him further to his feet, Black and Paradox teaming up for a moment to spike Adrian Merlo’s face and head into the mat with a double DDT. Dan Black goes for the cover…
...1...2...
Merlo is saved by a hard kick across Black’s face by Paradox, as their unorthodox alliance crashes and burns. Paradox lifts Black up, spins him and then lands a hard dragon suplex, which he doesn’t let go. Instead, he rolls through, lifts Black back around, and changes his grip, allowing him to plow Black back to the mat with a German suplex this time!
Still having Dan Black locked tightly, he gets him back to his feet, and gets behind him, changing his grip for a reverse tiger suplex!
The fans begin to cheer in interest, only to be intercepted by Black’s low back kick to Paradox’s precious territory, which immediately mutes their interest, as well as breaks Paradox’s final suplex grip. As a result, Black turns, kicks and whips Paradox into the ropes and flattens him upon his rebound with a huge sidewalk slam!
He makes the cover...
...1...2...
Merlo makes the save with a hard spinning kick to Dan Black’s face, driving him off Paradox. As Dan rises, Merlo snaps him back to the mat with a spinning neck breaker, which seems to stun him for a moment, allowing for Adrian to mount the ropes and fly off, delivering a flying elbowdrop to Dan Black's throat.
With Dan down-and-out, Merlo goes for the cover...
...1...2...
Before the three, Merlo gets pulled off from the outside, by none other than... Stevie Swing, who has ran down from the backstage area, tricking everyone!
Swing yanks Merlo to the outside, before quickly jarring him against the side of the ring, leaving Adrian Merlo there, clutching his back in pain. Swing leaps into the ring, locking onto the rising Paradox and running to the corner, to flatten him with one of Morgana’s trademarks, the Fata Morgana!
Dan Black appears to be rising slowly from the mat, as Swing vaults to the top rope and halts his rise by dropping Morgana’s finisher, the Morgasm, a moonsault 450 splash, across him!
With Dan Black and Paradox completely unconscious, Stevie Swing glances around, only to see Adrian Merlo sliding back into the ring. With an echoing smack, Swing drops Merlo with his own Last Dance super kick and then and goes for the cover!
...1...2...3!
Stevie Swing rises in victory, shaking his head over his opponents, before quickly making his exit as they begin to stir. Black and Paradox are the first to rise, and begin immediately complaining to the referee, gesturing toward their ankles, and then toward the exit where Swing left.
Dan Black’s protests are cut short, as suddenly, several of Jean-Paul Lacklan’s Minions circle the ring, before sliding in after him. Black immediately makes a break for the exit, several Minions in hot pursuit. He turns suddenly right before going backstage, flattening one Minion with a hard lariat, and blasting another away with several hard punches, before finally making his way to the back.
Winner: Stevie Swing
We fade in, again.
Nikita: Casanova, my delicate flower.
Casanova: Nikita, my stupid whore.
Nikita: I love you, too. Listen, if you sign the petition, I'll take over the stand for...half hour.
Casanova looks down at his apron and at the line ahead and reluctantly agrees to sign. He rips off the apron and hands it to Nikita who gladly takes his place behind the popcorn stand. A skinny woman is the next in line.
Nikita: Sorry, we don't have celery sticks.
Woman: Actually, I wanted popcorn.
Nikita: Don't waste my time, you wouldn't eat it anyway. Don't you know there are children starving in Africa?!
Woman: Excu--
Nikita: NEXT!
Fade out.
Narrator: Yo, shit, Panther... you ain't goin' wrestling tonight?
Calmly, the Pink Panther sips from a pina colada -- the ghetto kind -- and relaxes on his floatation device.
The Pink Panther: Nope! I got my shit at the Television Title at the 100th show; I ain't goin' fucking things up by getting injured. Casanova and Adora can rip each other's dick off for all I care.
Narrator: Shit, yo.
The image fades out, showing The Pink Panther take another sip from his drink.
Savage Youth walks back into the scene, still carrying the rose he found in the trash from earlier. He is wandering around the backstage area, as if looking for something... or someone. Along his search, he passes by Casanova, who is still dressed in his apron, selling various items.
Savage Youth: Yo, dude, nice apron.
Savage Youth giggles like a horny school-girl, prompting Casanova's anger to grow. Nevertheless, Casanova continues on his job that he has been forced to do.
Casanova: Nuts... get your nuts here. Sin Wrestling brand nuts. All at a cheap price. Get 'em right here.
Savage Youth: How about a hot dog? Can I have a hot dog?
Casanova: I'm not selling hot dogs right now.
Savage Youth: But I want a hot dog.
Casanova: ...Go away.
Swinging the rose at Casanova's face in a light-hearted manner, Savage Youth tries to get the vampire to calm down.
Savage Youth: Oh, you. Fine, I'll have some nuts.
Casanova: Good. Hear, have a free pack and go away.
Savage Youth: A FREE pack?! Awesome, yo!
In a hurry, Casanova grabs a bag of nuts and heaves them at Savage Youth's face. Luckily for the man of "Yo", he is able to reach up and grab the package before it is flung into his face.
Savage Youth: Damn, yo, these are gonna be some good nuts.
Savage Youth opens the package and digs in, while Casanova returns to work. After popping a nut into his mouth, Savage Youth remembers the rose in his hand.
Savage Youth: Hey, yo, do you know where I could find Destiny Daniels?
Casanova: No. Now, go away!
Savage Youth: Dang, yo! You're one mean vendor!
Casanova: I'm Casanova! A former World Champ! The current Television Champ! A Hall of...
Savage Youth cuts in.
Savage Youth: Yeah, yeah, whatever.
Savage Youth proceeds to walk off, in search of Destiny Daniels, still holding the rose in his hands.
Casanova: I get no damn respect. This is ridiculous.
The image fades out, with Casanova muttering under his breath.
Backstage, Shane Donovan leans against a brick wall, staring into the distance as Ace Rodgers walks up to him, microphone in hand.
Ace Rodgers: Shane, we were wondering if we could get a few words on what's gone on lately, what with you and the Wifeys...
Shane Donovan: What's there to talk about? Morgana is a cowardly bitch who keeps throwing her lackeys in my way, and now Corey has decided to let me "cool my heels" for a few weeks while Morgana deals with Stevie Swing.
Ace Rodgers: Bitter much?
Shane Donovan: Believe it or not... No. This actually works out to my favor. The way I see it, if Morgana is too afraid to defend her title against me one on one, then I'll do everything in my power to make sure Sin has a champion that will. Stevie, let me tell you, you'll be doing the rest of us a favor by taking that belt off the bitch, and I pledge my support in your endeavours in taking that title. Morgana will have Adora in her corner no doubt, and I'll be in yours. No need to worry about any of their tricks, I got your back, champ.
With that Shane walks away, leaving Ace confused.
~ I Am Your Enemy ~
~ I Am .... Matthew Moore ~
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Yeah here we go for the hundredth time
Hand grenade pins in every line
Flow em up and let something shine
Going out of my fucking mind
Pyros from the edge of the entrance blaze up in red and white as the opening part of "Bleed It Out" by Linkin Park blares out through the system in the arena. Matthew Moore comes out in his attire, including a ripped, black, plain shirt and militant black pants with straps and holders all around it, and on the side a long dangling silver chain is from the right side of Moore.
Run myself out and no one cares
Dug the trench out lay it down there
With the shovel up out of reach somewhere
Moore normally walks down the aisle, ignoring the fans that want handshakes, as he approaches the ring. Moore brushes back his bangs, looks around, and rolls into the ring, under the bottom rope.
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out
Moore stands back up, as he backs up against the ropes. Once again, as he turns around, standing on the second rope, looking out at the audience in the arena. Mixed ovations become noticed, as Moore shrugs it off.
Drop your boys and the sloppy flow
Shotgun I put lock and load
Cock it back and then watch it go
Mama help me I've been cursed
Death is rolling in every verse
Candy paint on this brand new hearse
Can't contain him he knows he works
Practice hurts I wont lie
Doesn't matter how hard I try
Half the words dont mean a thing
And I know that I wont be satisfied
Moore finds himself a spot over in the corner, as he sits on the second turnbuckle, brushing his hair back once more, before awaiting his opponent.
"So Sit Back And Hold Ya Breath"
"I Don't Know About Them, I Really Ran These Streets"
"So Listen Up As Shit Get Deep"
. the doctor is in .
Trumpets and 808s shatter the surface throughout the base of the floor, as "What You Talking Bout?" by Young Jeezy blares through the speaker system. The crowd boos in utter disgust as the arena is infested with Agent Orange that clouds the audience. Between the smoke, The Doctor, Devard Orange, steps out from the back; as he stands at the entrance ramp, looking like "the man". He slowly approaches the ring at his leisure, recklessly spitting on fans that get out of line in the process.
The two circle each other warily, as Dr. Orange’s music fades, and the bell rings. They come together in a grapple, Doc Orange gaining the advantage with a tight headlock, only to be thrown off by Matthew Moore, who sends him into the ropes. Orange is greeted by a stiff enziguri upon his return, and plowed to the mat quick via a snap-DDT from Moore.
Moore quickly takes advantage, yanking one of Orange’s legs into a single-leg Boston Crab, but Dr. Orange quickly works his way to the ropes, forcing Moore to break the hold.
Dr. Orange rises slowly, as Moore uses the ropes to bounce up and aim a double knee drop onto Orange’s lower leg. Orange spots the danger, though, and moves, letting Moore bust his own knees on the mat. Orange quickly leans Moore back, delivering his trademark Breast Augmentation chops to the chest, which leaves Moore cringing and the fans “WOOing” for more. The good doctor lifts Moore completely to his feet, locking him in for a suplex, and lifting him high, stalling and turning into a 360 spin before dropping Moore on his head with the Aneurysm brain buster. Devard Orange goes for the pin!
...1...2...
Matthew Moore barely gets a shoulder up, leaving The Doctor to look down at him, not quite flustered, but somewhat irritated.
Dr. Orange lifts Moore up, before getting behind him, and sending him staggering across the ring, after planting a hard boot right on Moore’s ass. For some reason, at least one section of fans pop for Orange’s Colon Cleanse boot there, with Orange quickly following up by battering Moore down with rights and lefts and an occasional boot thrown in for good measure.
Devard Orange lifts Moore to his feet, locking in a suplex again; this time motioning for it to be the end. Moore wisely throws his weight into the lift, though, ending up on the other side of Orange, where he drops a low chop into the back of Orange’s knee. In response, Orange turns, a vicious elbow aiming for Moore’s face, but Moore ducks it, letting the momentum work for him to spin Dr. Orange into a release Northern Lights Suplex, followed by a quick leg drop across Orange’s throat.
Matthew Moore takes the chance to quickly vault to the top turnbuckle, spinning a corkscrew moonsault over Dr. Orange, who rolls to the side at the last minute! With a smack, Moore comes down empty, as Doctor Orange rises slowly, staring over Matthew Moore, who clutches his back in pain.
Right away, Orange lifts Moore to his feet, before clutching him and tossing him across the ring with a big belly-to-belly suplex. Moore rises to his feet again, looking completely stunned, as Doctor Orange locks him in a suplex position, and lifts him high, stalling him for what seems to be forever. He looks about ready to drop Moore down to finish him, but Moore throws his weight sideways, landing on his feet on the apron.
Devard Orange turns to him, swings, but Moore ducks, driving a shoulder into Orange’s abdomen through the ropes, before dropping him with a guillotine neckbreaker over the ropes. Orange is sent staggering, as Moore reaches over the ropes to drag him back toward the corner, as Moore climbs the turnbuckles.
The audience grows to a fever pitch, as Moore begins to walk Dr. Orange up the ropes, before finally positioning him in a standing headscissors, hoping to start his Brain Tumor top rope piledriver! He lifts back, but Orange throws his weight back down, and yanks back, holding onto Moore’s arms, sending him splatting to the mat under Orange’s weight. Orange holds on for a cover, having apparently operated successfully on Moore’s Brain Tumor (come on, someone had to say it).
...1...2...3!
Devard Orange rises, the referee lifting his arm in victory, as Matthew Moore rises slowly behind him, looking stunned and confused, still considerably dazed.
The "good" Doctor turns, flattens the dazed Moore with a big lariat, before straddling him and driving repeated fists and elbows into Moore’s face. With Moore almost completely unconscious, Dr. Orange finally rises, spits on Moore’s face, and then places his boot on Moore’s face and twisting with all of his weight.
Matthew Moore’s nose begins trickling blood, as well as from his mashed lips, as Dr. Orange walks toward the back, sneering and smacking around errant fans who serenade him with boos and jeers.
Winner: Dr. Devard Orange
Moments before her match commences, Destiny Daniels stands in the backstage area, contemplating her loss at Dead End Road and her upcoming match. Her concentration is soon broken by the incoming noise of Savage Youth, who hustles towards her, trying to get her attention.
Savage Youth: Destiny! Yo! Destiny! It's me, it's me!
Still with the rose in hand, Savage Youth, who is now breathing heavily, trots up to Destiny, swinging the rose in her face.
Savage Youth: This is for you, miss... yo.
Destiny, who is without her partner, Shane Donovan, looks up and snickers at Savage Youth's attempt at being nice.
Savage Youth: I jus' thought it be a friendly gest... gest... a friendly thing to do, yo.
Destiny Daniels: Awww, is that so?
She takes the rose from his hands.
Destiny Daniels: Well, isn't that nice?
Savage Youth: Yo, I know!
Destiny Daniels: You know what I think?
Savage Youth: Huh?
A wave of tension spreads over Destiny's face, as she rips the rose in half, tosses it on the floor and then stomps on it, grnding it into the ground. Watching in despair, Savage Youth's eyes widen, not believing what Destiny is doing.
Savage Youth: Oh no, yo! Does this mean I can't touch your boobies?!
Finished destroying the flower, which had originally been given to Adora, Destiny walks off, leaving a devastated Savage Youth behind.
Savage Youth: Yeah, I think she wants me. She's playing hard-to-get.
Savage Youth trails off behind Destiny, following her to the ringside area.
The scene opens up in front of a vendor selling cotton candy and caramel apples, where Morgana and Adora are trying to decide what to buy. A man in a giant Mickey Mouse costume waits impatiently for the Wifeys to order as an enormous line of crying children and their aggravated parents forms behind them.
Morgana: I want... uhh... that one!
Morgana points vaguely toward a caramel apple, and Mickey Mouse starts to retrieve it.
Morgana: Actually, no. I want... that one.
She points this time toward a red candy apple, and Mickey abandons the one she'd pointed out earlier. A small child starts to scream, which Morgy ignores completely.
Random Parent: Jesus Christ, hurry up, bitch!
Adora looks back at the man who'd just yelled at Morgana, offering a scowl toward both him and his small son.
Adora: Wifey, are you going to take that?
Morgana: Hell no I'm not! I'm not going to take shit from some random sperm donator, just like I'm not going to take shit from that faggot, JNX.
Morgy turns back toward Mickey Mouse, who's tapping his foot impatiently against the ground.
Morgana: On second thought, I think I want everything. Charge it to my credit card, my good man.
A loud groan erupts from the line as an entire stall worth of cotton candy and caramel apples are loaded into Morgana's arms. The crying of the children gets louder, but Morgy ignores it, suddenly excited. She tries to point into the distance but her arms are decidedly full.
Morgana: Holy shit, it's Ariel from The Little Mermaid! Do you think she'll give me an autograph?
Adora: She'd better, and then she'd better tell me where Princess Jasmine is, too!
Morgy and Adora run after Ariel as the scene fades to black, leaving angry parents and wailing children in their wake.
The arena goes black and a low hiss is heard.
the
destiny
show
Destiny whispers, "Your destiny awaits." and the music, "Sweet Sacrifice" by Evanescence fades in harshly, cranked up to its highest setting possible.
it's true: we're all a little insane
but it's so clear...
now that i'm unchained
Scarlet fireworks explode in chain up to the top of the entrance ramp, where the flames form a ring of fire from which Destiny emeges. She sways down the ring, an albino snake resting atop her shoulders.
fear is only in our minds
but it's taking over all the time
you poor sweet innocent thing, dry your eyes
and testify! you know you live to break me
don't deny
sweet sacrifice
Handing the snake to a stagehand, she slides into the ring, reveling in the reaction of the crowd. She tests the ropes, motions for her music to be cut, and feigns a devilish smile.
destiny
fulfilled
A "Yo!" booms out of the PA system, followed by "Y'all Want a Single" by KoRn. Savage Youth jumps out from behind the curtain and begins to hop up and down as the crowd begins to chant "Yo, Yo, Yo!" Savage Youth runs down to the ring, climbs in and makes a fool of himself in the ring in various ways, as he waits for the match to commence.
The bell rings and the match starts, with Destiny Daniels and Savage Youth squaring off in the middle of the ring. Savage Youth makes a titty-twister motion, doing nothing except for annoying Destiny Daniels, who fires a forearm into Savage Youth's face, knocking him back.
Immediately taking advantage of Savage Youth's loss of equilibrium, Destiny springs into action, leaping at Savage Youth, striking him with some chops and fists, striking him into the ropes. Next, she focuses all the energy in her body into her leg and swings her right foot forward, catching Savage Youth in the sternum with a high-rising savate kick.
Having Savage Youth hunched over, thanks to a flurry of kicks, Destiny Daniels bounces off the opposite set of ropes and springs forward, hoping to hit a spinning kick to Savage Youth's head. Seeing this, Savage Youth ducks beneath her foot, allowing her to swing around her, stand in front of her and then perform a double titty-twister onto her, startling Destiny, jousting her backwards.
Startling Destiny, Savage Youth is able to leap forward and bring his opponent down with a swinging neckbreaker, dropping her onto her back. Not only that, but Savage Youth springs upon the middle rope and flies back, hoping to hit a flying kneedrop, landing directly onto Destiny's skull, possibly concussing her.
Despite this offense, including Savage Youth even pinching her on the butt, Destiny Daniels is able to fire back, delivering a side-kick to his gut, while he stands over her. Leaping up, Destiny hits a scissors kick, driving her left leg into the back of Savage Youth's head, driving him face-down into the canvas. Traversing to the top rope, Destiny soon leaps off, hitting a somersault senton bomb onto Savage Youth, which she follows up by laying across him, trying for a cover.
...1...2...
However, at the count of two, Savage Youth becomes aware of his predicament, and surprisingly crucifix rolls Destiny up.
...1...2...3!
Using the surprise to his advantage, Savage Youth gets the pinfall over the former World Champ and current Hall of Famer.
Jetting to his feet, an unbelievable Savage Youth springs upward, jumps into the referee's arms and holds his arm in the air, not believing that he just won. He then leaps out of the ring and jumps into the fans, who are just as surprised about his victory as him.
With the aide of the fans, Savage Youth is body-surfed all around the ringside area, while Destiny Daniels remains on her knees, holding her hands on her head, trying to decipher what just happened.
Winner: Savage Youth
Ace Rodgers stands in the backstage area, in the midst of crowds that pass to-and-fro, with the people from these crowds waiting in line to get on rides, etc. He stands in place, waiting for the person he is supposed to be interviewing comes towards him, only to be interrupted by Goofy, who appears to Ace's left, leaning on his shoulder.
Ace Rodgers: Jesus Christ, you scared the shit out of me. Uh, I'm supposed to be interviewing Leah Petrelli here; do you mind?
Goofy chuckles and then walks off.
Ace Rodgers: Thank God. That bastard probably has fleas.
Just then, Leah Petrelli walks into the scene, looking quite angry and agitated.
Leah Petrelli: What the-? Did you just say I have fleas?!
Ace Rodgers: No!
Leah Petrelli: Good; because I'm sick of all of you asshole guys!
Ace Rodgers: Err... anyhow, we all witnessed what went down at Dead End Road. The situation with you and JNX is not a pretty one. Up next, he is taking on World Champion, Morgana, who is also your stablemate in the group known as S.T.A.R.S.--
Leah interrupts.
Leah Petrelli: JNX is a two-faced old gothic douchebag!
Ace Rodgers: Yes, well, but he is also the current Lust Champion; holding the title that you previously held. What is your opinion about this? In fact, how does this feel?
Leah Petrelli: Are you goddamn stupid?! Who writes those stupid-as-shit questions?! I'll show you how it feels to have a concussion!
Grabbing onto Ace's hair, Leah begins to yank and pull at his head, sending moans and groans from Ace, who desperately tries to free himself.
Ace Rodgers: Augh! Jesus! Let go!
Leah Petrelli: That's how it feels!
She finally lets go, obviously angry over the situation with JNX, showing this instability to Ace, who becomes a victim of his own irresponsible questions. Having released the interviewer, she stomps off, still upset over the dumb questions, stopping only when Goofy steps up to her.
Goofy: Hiya girly!
Leah Petrelli: Fuck you!
Winding back, Leah swings a fist at Goofy, knocking him flat on his goofy asshole.
Ace Rodgers: The bitch has gone off the deep-end.
He looks at Goofy, who struggles with trying to get back to his feet.
Ace Rodgers: Of course, things could always be worse.
In the distance, Leah passes by several Disney World patrons, arguing with them, even telling a few kids that Santa Claus isn't real.
The arena lights darken as violins can be heard playing through the arena and smoke begins to fill the stage. After a moment, a soft voice can be heard speaking.
A figure can be seen making its way through the fog; while the slow steady beat continues.
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real"
Strobe lights begin flashing, as JNX makes his way through the fog. He's wearing a pair of black cargo shorts with a black hooded sweatshirt that says "Angelic Suicide" across the front. His wrists and hands are taped up and have various words written all over them; most noticeable being the word "FATE" across both sets of knuckles.
Consuming... Confusing
This lack of self-control I fear is never ending
Controlling...I can't seem"
JNX silently stands, the music finally picking up into a quicker pace, as pyros explode all around him. He stretches his arms out in the side, as he closes his eyes, and after a moment, he opens them and makes his way down the ramp. He quickly slides under the bottom rope, stays on his hands and knees for a moment and looks around the arena. He then gets to his feet and walks over to the far side of the ring, and leans against the ropes, keeping his eyes on the entrance ramp.
The arena darkens as the first chords of "Celebrity Skin" by the Hole tear through the sound system, sparking the words "Morgana" to etch across the blank screen in bold pink script, accompanied by images of Morgana. The crowd cheers loudly as pink fireworks explode down the ramp, and Morgana saunters out from back stage, wearing a miniscule pink and black skort, black fishnets, knee-high boots and a tight black tank top, her pink hair pulled into two loose braids. Basking in the cheers of the crowd, Morgy slowly makes her way to the ring, pausing every so often to blow kisses to fans in the front row before bending to slip between the top and middle ropes. "Celebrity Skin" dies over the speakers as Morgy parades confidently around the ring, waiting for the match to begin.
JNX and Morgana stand in opposite corners, staring each other down, ready to start the match, Morgana almost wanting revenge for the attack JNX did on Leah Petrelli at Dead End Road. When the bell rings, JNX immediately dashes across the ring, catching Morgana from behind with a running double-axehandle to the back of her neck, dropping her down onto her knees, near the middle turnbuckle.
After bashing her face off this pad several times, adding in some hard-hitting stomps, JNX lifts her up, headbutts her and then throws her into the ropes. Making sure to trap her against these ropes, he strikes her with some knees to the gut, hits gutwrench suplex and then rises her back up, continuing to trap her against the ropes, thanks to some added kicks.
With gusto, he Irish-whips her across the ring and ducks down, hoping to hit a high backdrop on her; only to have things turned around, as she goes back-to-back with him, backflipping over him and landing on her own two feet. Therefore, as JNX turns around, Morgana charges at him, climbs up his body like a rabid monkey and then leaps onto his shoulders. Twisting around, Morgy hits a spinning huracanrana, rolling JNX up and then tries to get a quick pinfall over him...
...1...2...
Reaching up with both of his legs, JNX wraps his legs around her shoulders, pulling her off him. Unfortunately for him, Morgana is able to roll through this, leap to her feet and then hit a seated-dropkick to JNX's face, knocking him flat on his back.
Morgana again rises; this time, looking towards the ring ropes. Charging in at them, she uses the middle rope as a springboard, flying back, hoping to hit a twisting corkscrew moonsault. At the last second, JNX is able to rise his knees up to his chest, thus forcing Morgana to land stomach-first across his knees, exhausting the air from her lungs.
Up to his feet, JNX, the Lust Champion, turns his attention solely on Morgana, striking her with some stomps, which corner her. Lifting her up to her feet, he hits a snap suplex, which he rolls through and continues to pluck her up to a standing position. He tries for a second suplex, but Morgana is able to strike him in the head with her knee, forcing herself to be released from the Lust Champ's clutches.
Morgana, a former Lust Champion herself, is able to free herself from JNX's suplex attempts, even after he grabs onto her waist, trying for a German Suplex, which sees her battle her way out with some elbows. She then charges forward, climbs the ropes and flips backward; only to latch onto JNX's neck with her legs and tilt-a-whirl headscissors him down, sending him sprawling to the floor.
After threatening JNX with a suicide dive, JNX stumbles back, trying hard to avoid this. However, this was a clever ruse by Morgana, who decides to climb to the top rope and then hit a moonsault plancha out onto JNX, collapsing onto him, all the way to the floor.
Out here, both JNX and Morgy battle with each other, with JNX happening to get a short upper-hand,as he strikes Morgy with a stiff right fist. Having things in his favor, he places her into a front facelock, lifts her up and then positions her legs on the apron. Still with Morgy's head tucked beneath his armpit, JNX drops to the floor, hitting an elevated-DDT onto the floor, on the World Champion.
Rolling Morgana back inside, JNX, who has regained control of the match, hits a slingshot legdrop onto Morgana, re-entering the ring in the best possible way. He leans across her, looking for a cover.
...1...
Right away, Morgy places her right foot on the bottom rope, stopping the count, frustrating JNX.
With a handful of pink hair in his hand, JNX hoists the World Champ up to her feet, kicks her in the gut and then whips her into the ropes. Ducking down, he again hopes for another backdrop; and yet again, it fails.
Upon her rebound, Morgana leaps onto JNX's back, jumps into the air and descends with a legdrop behind JNX's neck, jamming his face into the canvas, much to the delight of the audience. With the crowd firmly in her favor, Morgana crawls into the corner and climbs to the top rope. The World Champ leaps off, hoping to hit a 630 degree shooting star press. Luckily for JNX, though, he is able to roll into the corner, maneuvering himself out of the way.
Feeling the impact of the crash-landing, Morgana instantly rises, trying to rub the pain off. Turning around, she sees JNX charge at her from out of the corner, causing her to instinctually drop down and duck beneath his clothesline attempt. Turning around, she motions in his direction and gives him a Fata Morgana, with some help from the top turnbuckle pad.
Now with JNX laid out in the middle of the ring, Morgana quickly walks into the corner and climbs to the top rope. She leaps off, first hitting a somersault double-stomp onto JNX's chest, rolls through that, and then hurls her body towards the opposite corner. In here, she quickly escalates to the top rope, charging up the turnbuckles with a burst of speed and then soars back, hitting the Morgasm!
Having JNX sandwiched beneath her, Morgana hooks the Lust Champion's leg, getting the cover...
...1...2...3!
Awarded with the victory, Morgana stands to her feet and is handed her World Title, which she hoists into the air, glad to begin another winning streak. Sadly, with her back turned, she is unaware of the impending danger that lurks behind her.
Holding his ribs, a displeased JNX rolls to the floor, grabs a chair and slides inside with it. He is seconds away from striking Morgana in the back of the head with it, when Leah Petrelli runs down from the back, wishing to aide her ally.
Sliding inside, Leah connects with a dropkick to the chair, foiling JNX's devilish plan, and smashes the chair into JNX's own head. Offering him a few stomps, Leah sees that JNX empties out of the ring, while Morgana turns around, finally aware of what was occuring. While JNX walks to the back, holding his Lust Title, he points at Leah Petrelli, shouting some disparaging words at her.
Morgana and Leah, in the meantime, stand in the ring, with Morgana celebrating her victory, no doubt readying herself for her next title defense against Stevie Swing.
Winner: Morgana
Cutting to the backstage, Corey Ashton is seen walking around in the makeshift cafeteria. He turns and sees a man decked out in a Goofy costume.
Corey Ashton: Oh hai, Kyle Rayner! They really spare no expense here. What the business is?
Goofy doesn't respond.
Corey Ashton: Huh? What did you say about Adora?
Goofy shakes his large head back and forth, obviously trying to keep Ashton from exploding.
Corey Ashton: FOR ROME!
Ashton proceeds to slap the mascot around a few times. Goofy tries to fight back, but Ashton manages to shoot for his legs and take him down onto his back. In the process of their scramble, the large head of Goofy comes off and...
Corey Ashton: Holy crap! Kyle Rayner REALLY is Mexican!
Ashton sends a right hand down into "Rayner's" nose.
Corey Ashton: O-LAY~!
Corey Ashton runs off towards the entrance, while the person inside of the Goofy costume rubs his bloody nose and places his Goofy head back on.
Again, we fade into the image of Nikita, holding a pen and paper.
Nikita: Sign my petition? No? How about yo--
Nikita's standing in the middle of a busy area with her trusted pen and clipboard. As random strangers walk by, she asks them, of course, to sign her petition but receives many cold shoulders and nudges to get out of the way.
Nikita: You! You look like you have nothing better to do than watch SW.
In front of Nikita stands a large, tubby man with nachos in one hand and a jumbo soft drink in the other. Under his arms, bags of candy and other snacks are tucked away.
Nikita: I, uh, mean, you look like a jolly fellow.
He just stands and glares at her, swaying to the side as if he can't support his own weight.
Nikita: Oh fuck you, tubby. Your stubby fingers probably can't hold a pen anyway.
The man frowns, and with a tear rolling down his cheek, stuffs a handfull of cheesy nachos in his mouth and waddles away. Nikita spins around and spots the perfect person to ask.
Nikita: SHANE DONOVAN!
Shane Donovan: Oh fuck me.
Nikita: Will you sign my petition?
Nikita gives Shane doe-eyes and tries to look cute. He rolls his eyes, grabbing the clipboard.
Shane Donovan: Stop that, you look ridiculous.
She cuts the act and slouches her shoulders, looking as offended as ever.
Shane Donovan: So, this'll piss off Page, huh?
Nikita: Yup!
With that, Shane quickly signs his name and hands the clipboard back to Nikita.
An angry Dan Black strolls the backstage area, throwing random chairs, plates and food around. He even goes as far as to topple over a picnic table, after chasing away a flock of kids. His frustration is about to build to an all-time high, when a familiar face walks into the scene.
In walks Chris Carson, hoping to calm Dan Black down.
Chris Carson: Dan... Dan... Dan, what are you doing?
Dan Black: I'm sick of this goddamn place. All these goths... and whores! These women are ruining this place, you know!
Chris Carson: I know, I know; that's why you've got to calm down.
Chris begins to speak some words into Dan, hoping to sooth his seething rage.
Chris Carson: We've got to band together and stop these women from running things. Do you hear what I'm saying?
Dan nods his head.
Dan Black: I hear ya.
Chris Carson: Good; because I have much more things to tell you about this place.
With that, Chris Carson nears Dan Black and the two men walk off with each other.
The lights dim slowly as a thick fog begins to cover the stage. The faint sounds of a beating heart begin at a slow pace. A strobe light soon begins to flash in time with the heart beating. The heartbeats pace quickens until the opening parts of "Heaven's A Lie" by Lacuna Coil blends with the sound. A huge blast of pyros goes off and the lights return. Leora Selene Giuliana suddenly makes her way through the fog and begins her slow stroll towards the ring, paying no mind to the screaming fans as she approaches the ring. She then uses the steel steps to enter the ring.
As "My Perogative" by Britney Spears hits, the lights dim. A spotlight flashes onto Roxy, who is Wearing a floor length leopard print fur coat and is Holding a bottle of champagne in her right hand. She shakes it up, and starts to walk down the aisle, as she uncorks it, spraying the audience with champagne; and even catching some with her mouth. She then turns her attention towards the ringside area, drops her fur coat and bottle and slides inside.
The juxtaposition of styles are shown well, as when the match begins, both ladies hook up with a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Right away, Leora applies a side-headlock, which Roxy desperately tries to escape by flipping Leora over, kicking her on her back and then positioning her on her stomach. From here, Roxy straddles Leora's back, pounding her neck and the back of her head with some vicious forearm shots.
With each shot, Leora has her face smashed off the ring apron, with Roxy's ferocity coming even more apparent, as she grabs onto Leora's hair and commences smashing her head and face off the canvas. Soon enough, a tiny trickle of blood can be seen pouring out of Leora Selene Giuliana's nose, proving that Roxy may not have great wrestling knowledge; but she can certainly beat the life out of you.
Standing up, Roxy kicks Leora until she is on her back, opting then to drop a knee across the bridge of her nose, possibly furthering the bloodshed. Grabbing onto Leora's hair, Roxy flings her across the ring with a hairdrag and then goes for a nonchalant cover...
...1...2...
However, at the count of two, Leora is able to kick out.
Slapping Leora Selene in the face, Roxy picks LSG up and heaves her shoulder-first into the turnbuckle pads. After delivering some back-elbows to LSG's face, Roxy whips her opponent across the ring, sending her scrambling into the other corner. She goes to charge in, hoping to connect with another move, but Leora uses the top rope to push herself into the air.
Having sprung herself up, Leora keeps her hands held on the top rope, while locking both of her legs around Roxy's head. Pushing herself off the ropes, she contorts her body around, thereby hitting a headscissors on Roxy, sending her head-first into the middle turnbuckle!
Capitalizing on this, Leora springs up, sends a dropkick to the back of Roxy's head and further smashes her skull into the middle turnbuckle. After this, Leora sits Roxy on the top rope and then strikes her with a forearm, making sure to keep Roxy lodged on top. Seconds later, Leora climbs up alongside Roxy and hits a top rope huracanrana, sending Roxy flying off the top turnbuckle, sending her flying across the ring!
Following up on this move, Leora climbs to the adjacent set of turnbuckle pads and leaps off, hitting a moonsault splash. She hooks Roxy's leg.
...1...2...
With ease, Roxy is able to kickout, thus continuing the match.
Lifting Roxy up, Leora delivers an elbow to the back of her skull and then applies a front facelock. Headed into the corner, Leora steps up to the second turnbuckle and attempts a swing-out Tornado DDT, only to have Roxy shove her out and force her to land on her feet.
Seeing Leora land before her, Roxy charges out and instantly hits the Roxy Ride, driving Leora's face into the canvas. Spinning LSG over, Roxy covers her challenger...
...1...2...3!
Roxy Erikson: 1; Leora Selene Giuliana: 0
Upon winning the first pinfall, Roxy stands to her feet, giving Leora 30 seconds to rise. With her back turned, she is unable to see Dan Black run down from the backstage area, holding a steel chair in his hands. Sliding inside, he comes up behind Roxy and slams the chair across the back of her skull, dropping her to the mat.
Upon seeing this, the referee immediately calls for the bell, ending the match, giving the victory to Roxy Erikson.
Despite being the winner, she doesn't look like one, as she is privy to three more chairshots from Dan Black. In fact, even Leora Selene Giuliana receives a chairshot from Dan, who now seems to focus his angst on women. Solidifying this fact, he grabs the microphone from the ring announcer and stands over the two fallen women.
Dan Black: You whores and goths are the reason why Sin Wrestling are going down the gutter! I want my purity back! I want my Purity Title! Tonight, I offiically wage war on both goths and women in Sin Wrestling.
The jeers roar in at Dan Black, who spits at both fallen women.
Dan Black: You whores make me sick.
Finished talking, Dan Black drops the microphone on Roxy's head, having a noted history with her, and gives Leora Selene Giuliana the Hospitalizer, before leaving the ring. As he walks to the back, a seaof jeers sail at him, no one liking his actions.
As a result of the damage done, both ladies are forced to seek medical help in the ring, attended by various medics.
Winner: Roxy Erikson
The scene cuts backstage, where Roxy Erikson is seen walking around with her title, trying to put her thoughts together, when out of nowhere, comes Shane Donovan, steel chair in hand. Before Roxy has a chance to react, a loud "crack" is heard as cold steel bounces off of Roxy's head, for the second straight time, dropping her to her knees. Shane turns, and spotting Casanova and his stylish flower pattern apron, Shane quickly snatches the snack tray that Casanova has been forced to carry per Corey's edict, smashing the tray over Roxy's head and scattering peanuts and popcorn everywhere.
Shane Donovan: Hello, Roxy, I don't think we've ever been formally introduced. The name is Shane Donovan, and that belt you have? It's mine. I have to wait to get my shot at the World title, but nothing to keep me from reclaiming what's mine in the meantime. Keep my title safe, next time we meet I'll be taking it back.
Shane walks off, leaving Roxy lying as Casanova surveys the damage, a grimace on his face.
Casanova: Damnit, Corey's gonna kill me if my sales aren't up to snuff...
The Purity Title, which is laid out on the floor, is zoomed in to. With that, the image fades out.
The fans are still cheering, as the ringside crew clear out the ringside area after another classic match. After a few moments, a chant starts up, mostly from the near right corner, and grows throughout the entire crowd within seconds...
Crowd: WE WANT T-SHIRTS!!
*clap*clap*clap*clap*clap*
Crowd: WE WANT T-SHIRTS!!
*clap*clap*clap*clap*clap*
Crowd: WE WANT T-SHIRTS!!
*clap*clap*clap*clap*clap*
Down at the announce table, our loyal commentary team are doing their best to keep going, despite the fans somewhat greedy request.
Lex Robinson: Well, these fans apparently didn't get enough of our lovely guests earlier tonight.
Steve Hebert: Apparently not... although, who can blame them. Not a whole lot better in between matches than bikini-clad women giving away free stuff...
Lex Robinson: For those who missed it earlier, we had five women wearing very little come in to the crowd and start giving away free merchandise, in a publicity stunt for a group calling themselves the "Order Of Chaos", who apparently intend to get over with the fans before we even see who's in this incarnation of that group.
Steve Hebert: Seems to have worked... the fans want more... well, more free stuff anyway. But then again, they always want more free stuff. This is Disney World, after all, not an awful lot of anything is free here.
The far section begins cheering wildly again, and the look on Steve's face turns from one of anger, to one of joy, at the thought he's going to get to see more hot chicks in bikinis. The cameras struggle to get back into position, and sure enough, in that same corner again, there stand our five lovely women, still in the same outfits we saw them in earlier; only this time, they haven't got any merchandise.
Crowd: WE WANT T-SHIRTS!!
*clap*clap*clap*clap*clap*
Crowd: WE WANT T-SHIRTS!!
*clap*clap*clap*clap*clap*
Crowd: WE WANT T-SHIRTS!!
*clap*clap*clap*clap*clap*
The girls show the fans the empty bags they were carrying earlier, but instead of booing, the chants change to...
Crowd: WE WANT BOOBIES!!
*clap*clap*clap*clap*clap*
Crowd: WE WANT BOOBIES!!
*clap*clap*clap*clap*clap*
Crowd: WE WANT BOOBIES!!
*clap*clap*clap*clap*clap*
Steve Hebert: Hell yeah, the only thing better than free stuff is BOOBIES!!
Lex Robinson: Very mature.
Steve Hebert: Oh shut it, just because you've never seen any up close, you virgin.
While the fans are still transfixed on our bikini-clad visitors, "Two Skins" by Soil blasts across the PA system and all the lights in the whole area dim to nothing. Some of the fans cheer, although they probably don't know why. Slowly, the lights begin to come back on, one-by-one, and as they do, we notice our bikini-clad babes now surround the ring. Standing right there, in the middle of the ring, are the new latest arrivals to Sin Wrestling, Lucas Knight and Pete Ebdon, collectively known as the ORDER OF CHAOS!
The fans cheer once again, although probably more for the fact that the girls in bikinis are now more central and easily seen than for the two men in the ring.
Steve Hebert: Whoa... it is the ORIGINAL duo, not a second-rate knock-off.
Lex Robinson: Hang on a second... I know these two. Lucas Knight, former PHW World Heavyweight Champion, who I thought was competing over in IWX, what's he doing here?
Steve Hebert: And even more impressively Pete Ebdon, former... um... just about EVERYTHING World Heavyweight Champion, who's meant to be retired!
Lex Robinson: You realize that between these men, they've held around FIFTY different championships in this business? And TWENTY of those are World Heavyweight straps.
Steve Hebert: What do you mean do I realize? I'm the one who knew who the Order of Chaos was in the first place, idiot.
As the cheers slowly start to die down, Knight and Ebdon stroll around the ring, talking to one another. Knight, seemingly loving the applause, while Ebdon just bounces off the ropes a few times, this being the first time he's been in a ring for more than six months. The more ring-aware of the duo at this moment in time, The Catalyst himself, calls for a microphone.
Lucas Knight: Well, shit, what's up Disney WORLD!?!
The fans cheer.
Lucas Knight: Now, I know what you all must be thinking - What the hell is Lucas Knight doing here in Sin Wrestling? Simple, really, IWX wasn't on the level I wanted to bring to it's fans…
Knight starts to laugh as does Ebdon, the former IWX star the first to regain his composure.
Lucas Knight: Who am I kidding, neither was the fucking talent but you see, Sin Wrestling I consider different. The talent from what this man right here...
He points at Ebdon.
Lucas Knight: ...and myself have seen so far, is impressive - not as impressive as us two, but good enough to warrant an iota of our attention!
Knight tosses the microphone to Ebdon, who holds it upside down for a moment with a smirk.
Pete Ebdon: Damn, it's been a while since I got to play with one of these in a wrestling ring. Actually, been a while since I've done anything inside this ring, I mean look at me - I go away for a few months and manage to lose ten pounds? I'd be ashamed if I thought it would make the slightest difference in my performance. Luckily for me, as old Knighty here already hinted at, there's so very few who even come close to touching the league in which we have spent the majority of our careers.
Knight nods approvingly, flexing his right arm for one of the particularly attractive women in the front row as Ebdon shakes his head, a smile spreading across his face, despite his best attempts to stop it.
Pete Ebdon: So, why am I here, you ask? I was just twenty-one years old when I won my first World Heavyweight Championship. Now, almost six years later, and I've almost lost count of how many belts I've held in this business, but there's one thing I haven't forgotten just yet. In my "old age",as the so-called "youth" in the business claim I've reached - and that's the unbridled joy that comes with standing over an opponent, as they regain their composure and realize, that despite all their talking, all their idle threats and all their arrogant machismo... at the end of the day, they got beat. And you guys want a scary fact? I'm only twenty seven years old; I've only just hit my prime...
Ebdon tosses the microphone back to Knight, who just about stops posing in time to catch it. After catching the mic, Knight stares at Ebdon in shock, shaking his head as if he didn't believe a word his compatriot just said.
Lucas Knight: No way, bruv! You're just hitting your prime, now? Jesus Christ, man, I can ONLY imagine what we're going to do here in... uh -- DISNEY WORLD!
Before Lucas can continue on, Ebdon steps over to him and pulls the mic forward for a minute second, interrupting.
Pete Ebdon: How many times do I have to tell you, man, the company's Sin Wrestling! It's based in Disney World this week, Lucas...
Lucas Knight: You serious? We're in the magical world of Walt Disney and I just thought, since there's a goat…
Pete Ebdon: No mate...
Lucas Knight: You mean...?
Pete Ebdon: Yes...
Lucas Knight: Oh man, bestiality's so wrong...
Lex Robinson: He does realize we have kids in the audience, doesn't he?
Ebdon grabs another microphone from the ringside area and walks back to the middle of the ring.
Pete Ebdon: Anyway, we could stand here all night talking about how great we are, because quite frankly, there's just so much that is great about us, but we're not going to do that. Instead Disney World, we've got a special treat for you, right, Knighty?
Lucas Knight: Damn right, bruv, we're gonna make this night truly memorable.
Pete Ebdon: And so, without further adieu, we'd like to bring out a very special guest to have his photograph taken with two true superstars. Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for being accompanied by Snow White... MICKEY MOUSE!
Some generic Disney music plays as a woman in a Snow White outfit and somebody in a Mickey Mouse suit make their way to the ring. Ebdon and Knight applaud the two and Ebdon even goes so far as to sit on the middle rope, lowering it for their two esteemed guests. The fans cheer for the globally recognizable Disney stars.
Lex Robinson: Well, this is nice. These two guys showing appreciation for our hosts. And the fans certainly seem to love it, especially the little kids who you've got to believe came to Disney World as much today to see their heroes outside of the ring, just as much as their heroes inside the ring.
Steve Hebert: Nice? Goddamn this is weak; these two want the fans approval so badly, they're sucking up to them with Mickey Mouse and Snow White? Come on...
With Mickey already having made his way into the ring, it's just Snow White left to enter, as she climbs into the ring, with Ebdon still holding down the ropes for her. As soon as she's in, Ebdon and Knight get excited, like the proverbial kids in a candy store. Knight rushes over to Mickey Mouse and begins shaking his hand.
Lucas Knight: Mister Mouse, sir, it's such an honour. I'm a huge fan of your work...
Pete Ebdon: Okay, let's get these two stars a very special treat... a photograph with two real global megastars - Lucas Knight and Pete Ebdon, the Order of Chaos! Hey, photo-guy... yeah, you with the camera... get in here and take a photo.
The fans cheer some more for this heart-warming, if not somewhat egotistical, display from our new recruits. Ebdon and Knight pose each with one arm around Mickey as the camera guy begins lining up the perfect shot...
Steve Hebert: Suck ups...
Lex Robinson: Oh c'mon, this is a real feel good moment right here.
Steve Hebert: Feel good? Please, the only thing that'll feel good about this moment is when it's over...
Back in the ring and the cameraman is almost ready. He holds up his hand for them all to get ready as well, lines up the shot beautifully... and then...
Lex Robinson: SUPERKICK ON SNOW WHITE!
Steve Hebert: Finally! Now THIS is a feel good moment!
Lex Robinson: What the hell is going on?
Mickey Mouse looks terrified - well, as terrified as a person in a huge Mickey Mouse suit can look - as Ebdon and Knight, practically fall over in the ring, laughing. The fans begin to boo loudly, as the "camera man" drops the camera and pulls off his wig, revealing a familiar face underneath to anybody who knows anything about Pete Ebdon and Lucas Knight...
Lex Robinson: THAT'S NICHOLAS JAXX! He was planted there THE WHOLE NIGHT?!
Steve Hebert: Oh sure, HIM you know, but the Order of Chaos you've never heard of? What the hell is wrong with you!?
Mickey starts backing toward the ropes, but unfortunately is unable to make a swift exit in the hugely bulky suit. Ebdon and Knight stalk him like hyenas stalking a wounded lion, closing in slowly on him with sickeningly ecstatic looks on their faces.
Mickey continues, trying to get through the ropes, but Knight grabs him and pulls him back to the center of the ring, where he delivers a few stiff kicks. He lifts Mickie into the air, placing him over his shoulder, while Ebdon grabs his head, setting him up for an elevated-DDT.
Lex Robinson: Oh, please... god no... you know, it's a WOMAN in that suit, right? Mickey Mouse is ALWAYS played by a woman, so not ONLY are they about to drive an international icon into the mat, but it's a goddamn woman, as well! This is sick!
Steve Hebert: Sounds like a good time to me. Chaos Theory on Mickey Mouse! The damn mouse had it coming!
Lex Robinson: Hell no, this is awful!
Steve Hebert: This will make headlines tomorrow! I know it!
Ebdon and Knight get back to their feet and stand over the fallen Mickey Mouse with sickening grins on their faces. Nicholas Jaxx raises both of their hands in to the air and the bikini-girls around the ring cheer them on. "Two Skins" by Soil blasts across the PA system again as security and EMTs hit the ring in an attempt to clear it out. Snow White, who's just about pulled herself to her feet now, rushes over to check on Mickey as security force the trio out of the ring.
Lex Robinson: That was sick!! What the hell was the point in that?
Steve Hebert: Well, I enjoyed it, at least!
Jaxx attempts to rush the ring again and all the security rush over to stop him, allowing Ebdon to just slide back into the ring without any obstruction and lift Snow White onto his shoulders. He grins as Knight leaps up in to the air, ecstatically.
Lex Robinson: No! Stop this!
Steve Hebert: Ego Driver on Snow White! Those seven dwarfs won't be able to wake this bitch up.
Lex Robinson: Look at these guys, they're LOVING this. I genuinely thought this was meant as a feel good moment, I genuinely thought this was a family moment!
Steve Hebert: You were obviously wrong.
Knight pulls the microphone out of his pocket and raises it to his lips one last time...
Lucas Knight: Remember, folks, don't try this at home. The Order of Chaos are trained in this level of PWNAGE, you try it yourselves you will get hurt.
Steve Hebert: ...Did he just say "Pwnage"?
Ebdon nearly falls over laughing, as the three men start to walk off, leaving the chaos in the ring behind them.
Pete Ebdon: Well, that's Mickey Mouse down, now bring on Bugs Bunny...
Lucas Knight: TH-TH-TH-TH-TH-THAT 'S ALL FOLKS...
And with that, the trio disappears through the curtain.
The scene shifts to the Disney World Teacups. In an odd image, Corey Page is shown on the Teacups, resting his head, about ready to be spun around. Before anything can begin, though, Casanova steps into the scene, still wearing the apron. In his hands, he is carrying a wad of cash, which he flips back and forth in Corey's face.
Casanova: There! My duties are done!
Corey Page: Good, good. Did you set the mark?
Casanova: Set it? I broke it! Not only am I the best damn wrestler in this place, I'm also the best damn vendor. Who would have known?!
Corey Page: Right, right.
The cash is handed over to Corey, who begins to flip through it, while sitting in the Teacups.
Corey Page: Hmmm... you really did do good. I'm surprised.
Casanova: Good. Now, I have a favor to ask... considering I did my duty.
Corey Page: Sure, go ahead.
Continuing to thumb through the wads of cash, Corey's interest is piqued when Casanova brings up the following.
Casanova: Seeing as how we're in Disney World, I want tonight's main event to be a good one. I want no rules. Falls can only count in the ring, but anything goes. What do you think?
Corey responds accordingly.
Corey Page: I like it! Now, excuse me, as I go for a nap on these Teacups.
Casanova: But--...
Corey Page: Listen, I have a raging headache. I need this.
Casanova: Uhm... sure.
Heeding Corey's words, Casanova walks off, but not before pressing the "start" button for the Teacup rides... and turning it up full-blast. Moans and groans can be heard from a still-hungover Corey Page, who is having a difficult time on the kiddie Teacups.
The torn and mangled rose lies on the floor, alone and without anyone showing any attention towards it. Soon enough, though, a pair of boots stand over the rose, followed by a hand, which scoops the remnants up off the floor.
The cameras zoom up, showing Corey Ashton holding the rose, looking at it with an ashen gaze. Snapping the rose away, he walks off, as if a tidal wave of angst pervades around him.
The repeating guitar intro for Disturbed’s “Pain Redefined” hits the sound system as the lights drop down low. Camera flashes light up the audience like strobe lights, as the main guitar line crashes onto the system, leading the lights to slowly rise to a half-bright point, all shimmering crimson. Casanova steps out from the entrance, and balefully stares over the audience for a moment, before making his way to ringside, largely emotionless, or perhaps even confused.
"Plastic" by Basia Lyjak hits and Adora promptly emerges from backstage. Stuff and shit happens, and poop flies. The end.
A tense feeling immerses itself in the air, as both Casanova and Adora stand seperate from each other, with Casanova removing the Television Title from around his waist and handing it over to the referee. As this occurs, Adora keeps a keen eye on the title that she formerly held for 120 straight days, definitely feeling seperation anxiety.
The bell rings and the two opponents step toward each other, with Casanova having the obvious height advantage. Right away, he delivers a stunning slap to Adora's cheek, snapping her head back, and then licking his fangs in glory.
Unfortunately for him, though, she immediately fires back with a stunning forearm, which captures him right on the bridge of his nose. Feeling as if his nose has been pushed back into his brain, Casanova stumbles back, holding his face, giving Adora the proper amount of time to speedforward, climb Casanova and then deliver a climbing enziguiri to the back of his head, knocking him face-first onto the canvas!
Feeling the jolt shock him, Casanova rolls out to the floor, where he tries to recover, but has Adora quickly follow after him. With his back turned, he is unable to see Adora charge up behind him and connect with a baseball-slide dropkick to his back, sending him tumbling onto the ring announcer's table.
In the ring, Adora stands up, watching as Casanova begins to rise, while standing on the announcer's desk. When he's up to two feet, Adora decides to springboard off the top rope and soar through the air, hoping to hit a huracanrana onto Casanova. The vampire, and former vendor, has other plans.
In mid-air, Adora is caught by Casanova, who instantly drives her back down, delivering a drastic sit-down powerbomb, crumbling the table beneath them, sending wood and monitors everywhere. Tonight's announcers, Steve Hebert and Lex Robinson, have long gone, vacating the premises thanks to the drama that has spilled in front of them.
With the no-disqualification rules in effect, Casanova hoists Adora up, bashes her skull off the ring railing and then hoists up a piece of the broken table. Casanova suddenly welts away on the back of Adora's head, cracking the wood across Adora's skull, drops it, grabs Adora's head and then bashes her skull off the ring apron.
Several seconds later, he scoops Adora up and rolls the former Television Champ inside, watching as she lays parallel to the corner. Hopping up onto the ring apron, Casanova begins to ascend to the top rope, climbing slowly to the top turnbuckle pad. When he reaches his destination, he leaps off, hoping to hit a frog splash; but hits nothing but canvas, as Adora is able to quickly recover and roll to safety.
Having splattered himself onto the canvas, Casanova lies in the ring, much like a wounded canine, while Adora holds her back and ribs, and then rolls out to the floor. Out here, she searches beneath the ring, finding a rather interesting item.
Much to the delight of the fans, Adora pulls out a ladder, which she promptly slides into the ring, capturing Casanova's attention. She's about to climb in with it, when Casanova leaps to hisfeet, charges over and hits a baseball-slide dropkick to the ladder, sending it smashing into Adora's face. Of course, the impact of the blow is enough to send Adora reeling back, striking the ring railing with vigor.
Grinning, Casanova wriggles his way out to the floor, watching in glee as Adora holds her back, feeling the pain swim through her ribs and spinal cord. Rising his arm above his head, Casanova quickly swings it down, hitting her with a bionic elbow and then grabs Adora by the head of her hair. Proceeding to roll Adora inside of the ring, Casanova follows suit, but falls victim to the same fate that he had done onto Adora.
Despite the pain soaring throughout her body, Adora rises; and just like Casanova, she hits a baseball-slide dropkick into the ladder, smashing it against Casanova's face and body, as he rolls into the ring. Taken aback by this, Casanova is forced to roll outside, surprised by this attack; which Adora soon takes into her favor.
Climbing to the top rope, a very battered and weathered Adora measures Casanova up, waiting for him to stand. Once he does, she negates her aching back and dives off, throwing her body through the air with a top rope tope con hilo onto the floor, taking Casanova down. Springing right back up, Adora slaps the mat in agony, disguising the pain as excitement.
She quickly rolls Casanova back into the ring, follows inside and picks up the ladder which she had originally slid inside. Holding it in her hands, she charges forward and connects with a running shot to Casanova's face, forcing him to stumble back into the corner, where the back of his head snaps off the middle turnbuckle. Holding the ladder to her side, Adora flings it in at Casanova, causing it to slide directly into his genitals, sending a raucous of pain from every male in the audience.
Watching the current Television Champion squirm around, holding his midsection, Adora wipes some sweat from her brow, walks in towards him and then starts to deliver some martial arts kick to his back and face.
Hoisting Casanova up in the corner, Adora grabs the ladder and positions it in front of him. Stepping across the ring, standing in the opposite corner, she charges out, targeting Casanova. Along her path, she does several handsprings and cartwheels, hoping to strike Casanova with an apparent avalanche splash into the corner.
Casanova, on the other hand, has more sinister plans. Seeing Adora spring towards him, he comes to life and heaves the ladder at Adora, just as she springs up. As a result, the ladder smashes directly into Adora's face, knocking her down, having the ladder crash onto her, in the process. Not only that, but Casanova positions the ladder across a fallen Adora and then climbs to the middle rope, only to dive off, hitting a second-rope senton splash onto the ladder, which smashes into Adora.
Casanova, who happens to feel some pain from the previous move, winces, throws the ladder to the side and then covers Adora.
...1...2...
Just as the two is made Adora kicks out, furthering the match!
In amazement, Casanova slowly stands to his feet, picks the ladder up and then slams it back down on Adora, who struggles to move. Laying the ladder laterally out, in the middle of the canvas, Casanova hoists her up and then backdrop-drivers her onto the ladder!
For the second time in a row, he makes a cover.
...1...2...
And just like before, Adora kicks out at the count of two, stunning everyone in attendance at thisDisney World show, including Casanova.
Obviously frustrated, Casanova lifts Adora up, headbutts her and then throws her into the corner. Grabbing the ladder, he again positions it in the center of the ring. This time, he turns around, kicks Adora in the gut and then sets her up into a standing headscissors position. Using the strength in his body, he pulls Adora up onto his shoulders, hoping to powerbomb her onto the ladder, but she squirms and wiggles her way to safety.
Sending a furious amount of knuckles into Casanova's skull, a slightly blood Adora reaches around Casanova's head and then swings her body out, where she delivers a swinging-DDT onto the ladder, dropping Casanova head-first into the rungs!
Rolling Casanova over, Adora slowly rises to her feet, kicks him in the face and then rolls him onto the ladder, which continues to lay parallel to the ropes. Making her movement known, she darts towards the ropes and uses the middle rope as a springboard. Flying back, she hopes to nail a springboard moonsault onto the ladder, but Casanova realizes his predicament and rolls to the side.
Casanova's quick-thinking allows him to escape the falling grace of Adora, who smashes chest-first onto the ladder, suffering the brunt of the blow. Seeing Adora rise, Casanova steps in, applies adouble-underarm hold and then holds Adora up. Moments later, he delivers the Second Death onto the ladder, having Adora's neck compact into the steel rungs.
Leaving behind a sick noise, as skull connects with steel, Casanova manages to roll onto Adora, placing his right arm over her chest, as she lays concussed on the mat.
The referee begins his count...
...1...2...3!
Finally getting the victory, Casanova has his hand raised by the referee, who remains seated on the canvas, trying hard to recover from a well-fought match. He is then rewarded with his Television Title, while his music, "Paid Redefined" by Disturbed plays on the speakers.
Rolling to the floor, Casanova throws the Television Title over his right shoulder and heads to the back, getting a mixed reaction from the fans. In the meantime, Adora remains in the ring, holding her back, neck and head, promising to eventually regain the Television Title.
Winner: Casanova
Before everyone goes home for the evening, the camera switches to the backstage area, where Stevie Swing is walking along, stopping only when he sees a pink suitcase. Looking around, trying to avoid suspicion, Stevie Swing enters inside of the locker-room and heads towards the suitcase, which obviously belongs to Morgana.
Smirking and snickering to himself, Stevie Swing steps inside the room, tip-toes towards the suitcase and peaks inside. His eyes widen with glee and a huge smile squirms across his face.
Stevie Swing: Oh boy, oh boy...
Reaching inside, he pulls out a pink pair of panties and a pink bra. Bunching the panties up, Stevie sniffs them and then pretends to use the bra as a slingshot.
Stevie Swing: This is good stuff!
He stuffs the panties into his pocket and then throws the bra over his right shoulder and then walks away.