The lights dim as "Line and Sinker" by Billy Talent begins to play from the sound system. With the arena still dark, a bright red spotlight focuses on the entrance, and Leah Petrelli steps into it, her hands on her hips. Her long blonde hair is pulled into two pig tails, and she’s wearing red hot pants, a fitted black t-shirt that reads "fuck art, let's dance", and black, knee-high boots with a spiked heel and pointed toe. She smiles in a cocky fashion as the crowd boos, and after a long moment she struts down to the ring, the spotlight following her the entire way. She steps between the second and third rope and scowls at the crowd as she saunters around the inside of the ring, waiting for the match to start, as the lights return to normal.
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 bell rings, and not even seconds later, Adrian is running towards Leah, attempting to grapple. Leah ducks and Adrian misses.
In response, Leah spins around and dropkicks Adrian, sending him back into the corner. In here, Adrian lays stunned for a moment, while Leah, wasting no time at all, flies at him with a Yakuza kick. Adrian, who was mostly acting stunned, grabs her by the ankle, flips her belly down onto the mat, and moves quickly into an ankle lock.
Leah bellows in agony, struggling to get out of the lock. In her struggle, she makes her way to the ropes, grabbing on tightly. Adrian eventually releases the ankle lock, with Leah using the ropes to springboard herself into a powerful kick, knocking Adrian away from her long enough to get up and scramble onto the turnbuckle. Quickly she jumps, performing a moonsault, and slams right onto Adrian’s chest.
Leah goes for the pin, laying across his chest to hold him down. ...1...2...
Adrian kicks out of the hold and rises to his feet. Grabbing Leah, he hits a belly-to-belly suplex, laying her flat into the mat.
After a moment of being stunned, both wrestlers rise to a mix of both their names being chanted in the crowd. Leah grabs the ropes pulling herself up, as Adrian stands, not blink before diving right against Leah, picking her up for a spine buster. He spins slightly, dropping her near the middle of the ring and away from the ropes.
Merlo picks up one of Leah’s legs and turns her over into a single-leg boston crab. Leah, already in agony, pounds her fists against the canvas, in a pain-filled rage. Leah continues to struggle through her screams, having the referee watch her closely, waiting for her to tap. Instead of tapping, though, she grabs the referee, using him as leverage to get to the ropes.
With all of her might, she grabs onto the bottom rope, forcing Merlo’s annoyance to grow, as soon as he lets go of her legs. He quickly drops and hits an elbow to the back of her head.
In Leah’s stunned state, Merlo drags her away from the ropes, flipping her over and going for the pin.
...1...2...
Leah kicks out of the hold!
Getting up before Merlo, she waits just long enough for him to get to a halfway-standing position, before hitting him with a scissors kick. Scrambling, she goes for the pinfall.
...1...
Before the two count hits, Merlo is up!
Frustrated, Leah gets him up and locks him in for a suplex. While beginning to lift him up, Merlo shifts his weight, blocking her attempts and going for a suplex of his own. Leah overthrows her weight to flip behind him. Following that, though, Adrian Merlo swings an elbow into Leah's cranium, knocking her back.
Watching as she stumbles backward, Adrian schoolboy-rolls Leah up, placing his feet on the middle ropes, out of the eyes of the referee, who drops down and makes the count.
...1...2...3!
Once the three is made, Adrian Merlo rolls out of the ring, stunned about his victory. Out here, on the platform, which acts as the ring floor, Adrian Merlo holds his hands in the air, overdoing his victory celebration, acting as if he has just won the World Title.
He points to the fans; and to the sky, Adrian blows kisses to the crowd, while Leah Petrelli remains in the ring, trying hard to figure out what just happened. It's feasible to think that her recent relations with JNX has led to her loss.
Winner: Adrian Merlo
His heart is racing and his palms are sweaty, forcing him to rub his hands together, trying to keep himself collected. However, he is soon joined by another figure.
Enter Stevie Swing, who has had his eye on Morgana these past few weeks.
Stevie Swing: Hey, you... you! You're not here to watch Morgana, are you, you sick bastard?
Corey Ashton: What? No, I'm here for Ador--
Stevie Swing: Yeah, right; you're here for Morgana. You stay away from her, you no-good, sick bastard!
Corey Ashton: No, I'm here for Adora. You're probably trying to trick me and you're here, trying to take Adora away from me. You're the one who is sick!
Stevie Swing: Liar!
Stevie Swing swings a fist at Corey Ashton's head.
Corey Ashton: You son of a bitch!
In exchange, Corey Ashton swings a blow at Stevie's head.
Stevie Swing: You motherf--
Corey Ashton: She's my Adora!
Stevie Swing: No, I'm here for Morg--
Again, Corey Ashton swats Stevie Swing.
Stevie Swing: That's it!
Stevie Swing retaliates with a slap to Corey's face. Actually, the fighting eventually degrades into a slap-fest, with several dozen officials forced to step in between them, yanking Stevie away from Corey Ashton.
Stevie Swing: You stay away from Morgy! I know what you're doing!
Seconds later, Stevie Swing is dragged away by backstage officials, but not they both get one last word in.
Stevie Swing: I'll kick your ass!
Corey Ashton: Not if I kick yours, first! All in the name of Adora!
Stevie Swing is pulled away, while Corey Ashton remains in position, outside of the Team Wifey room.
Ace Rodgers: Khris, tonight, you take on Sebastian York and Brandon Davis in your debut match. What is your strategy going into this match?
Young looks at Rodgers up and down, before snatching the microphone away from him.
Khris Young: I can handle it from here, Buddy Rogers.
Khris begins to speak as Buddy tries to interrupt.
Ace Rodgers: I-t’s...
Young turns his head and stares at him and Rodgers just stands with his eyebrows raised.
Khris Young: Everyone wants to know MY strategy? My strategy is not to have a strategy. Because plans don’t always work out for the best. So I go into each match and I just do my thing, move by move. Because it doesn’t matter if we’re in the swamps of Louisiana or in the sky scrapers of New York City, at the end of the night, my hand will be raised as the winner!
Young pushes the microphone into the chest of Rodgers before walking away.
Sebastian York walks out as "Can't tell me Nothing" by Kanye West begins to blast throughout the arena. Stopping to take a look at the crowd, he smiles and then saunters to the ring, slapping hands with the fans as he makes his way to the squared circle. Finally, he reaches the ring, and slides in, waiting for the bell to ring.
"To Be Loved" by Papa Roach plays, as the lights turn yellow. The crowd cheers as Brandon Davis comes out from the back. He pauses at the top of the ramp and poses as a spark waterfall falls from above him. He lowers his arms and makes his way to the ring slowly.
He goes up the steel steps, shoots through the second rope and climbs up onto the second rope, where he poses. He gets down and goes to the opposite corner and does the same, before hopping down, and eyeing Sebastian York carefully.
The screaming of "Call Me Sick Boy" by Hopes Die Last start up, as the fans start the boos. The drumming beats begin as Young walks out on stage with no expression upon his face. He stands at the top of the ramp and looks around at all of the people in attendance. Next, he looks upward and takes in a deep breath before starting down the ramp as the song continues.
Let me see what those hands hide,
Don't be scared about me,
I am here just to see you die
Khris Young walks down the ramp, shaking no hands, reaches the base of the ring and stares into the squared circle with cold eyes. He walks to the left and walks up the steel steps. Young reaches the apron and looks out to the crowd once more before stepping through the ropes. He walks around the ring, getting a feel for it, as he looks up at some of his fans, taking in all of the boos. Young runs his hands together as he focuses in on his match.
The bell rings and Sebastian York and Brandon Davis, with the crowd behind them, charge at Khris Young, flattening him with a double-clothesline. Young is splattered to the mat, as York lifts him to a seated position, only to have David plow a hard kick into Young’s spine. York follows this with a low dropkick to the face of Young, leaving him completely stunned on the mat from the onslaught, as the crowd cheers for him and Brandon Davis.
The short-lived alliance falls apart quickly, as York suddenly turns on Davis, locking him into a grapple, and snapping him down to the mat with a neck breaker. Brandon Davis rises quickly, but only ends up walking straight into a vicious snap T-bone suplex. Davis crashes to the mat, and rolls almost out to the apron, but York quickly yanks him back into the middle of the ring and covers him, looking to end the match early.
...1...
The count is ended with a bang, as Khris Young drops a top-rope elbow across Sebastian York’s neck and head, saving Brandon Davis from the pinfall.
Khris Young quickly yanks Brandon Davis to his feet, before setting him up and delivering a powerbomb-facebuster combo that leaves Davis unconscious on the mat, looking like he got hit by a truck.
Thanks to the following maneuver, Young rolls him over for a cover....
...
...but Sebastian York yanks him off immediately, firing several stomps into Young’s ribs, before landing a knee drop onto Young’s shoulder.
Sebastian York lifts Brandon Davis to his feet, delivering a snap powerbomb to drop Davis out of the ring and remove him from action.
In the meantime, Sebastian York lifts Khris Young to his feet, before locking him and snapping him to the mat with a DDT. Taking a high-risk approach, York goes up top on the turnbuckles, before leaping toward Khris Young with a big splash. Seeing this, Young rolls away, leaving York to come up empty, and favoring his ribs, as the two men quickly rise.
Right away, Young latches onto York with a grapple, before spinning him over and around to trap his arms, and sliding him down into a pinning predicament!
...1...2...
Sebastian York rolls through it at the last second, quickly stepping forward to latch his arms around Khris Young’s waist, and lifts him up for a piledriver! Young throws his weight all the way through, though, and ends up on York’s shoulders, and spins him down to the mat with a huracanrana! He locks both of York’s legs for the cover!
...1...2...!
York throws his weight back, though, and suddenly; it’s Khris Young on the mat with his legs locked!
...1...2...!
Young barely snaps out in time!
The two men rise, locking in another grapple, as Sebastian York spins behind Khris Young, wrenching his arm back with an armbar! The pain forces Young to howl, before shifting his weight, and flipping forward, sending Sebastian York careening to the ropes, as Young rises.
When York bounces back, he lunges at Young with a clothesline, but Young ducks it. On the return, Young lines up for a dropkick, but York slides under it, before latching on a sleeper hold, as Khris Young rises! Young reaches back, snap-maring York to the mat, before dropping forward with a stiff elbow aimed for York’s face! However, York puts up a stiff kick-to-the-face, which blasts Young sideways, leaving him on the mat, stunned; and York rising slowly, catching his breath.
Sebastian York is the first to rise, with Khris Young staggering slowly to his feet, as well. York locks Young in for a suplex, but Young positions his weight, dead. York attempts again, but Young throws his weight down before getting more than halfway up. Frustrated, and about to go for another attempt, Sebastian York is surprised when Khris Young drives a headbutt into his face, setting him up for his own suplex, but instead, is surprised when Brandon Davis comes back in, hoping to attack Khris Young.
Deciding to calmly heave Sebastian York out of the ring, Khris Young focuses on an attacking Brandon Davis; even ducking beneath a clothesline-attempt. Unfortunately for Davis, he turns right around, only to walk right into a kick. From here, Khris Young lifts Brandon Davis into the air; only to soon twist him around and then hit the Un-Fucking Believable!
With nowhere to go, Brandon Davis lays on the canvas, while Khris Young covers him.
...1...2...
Sebastian York rolls in and attempts to make the save...
...3!
The pinfall is made before Sebastian York can stop the count!
Khris Young wins the match, stands to his feet and looks directly at Sebastian York, who seems upset about not breaking the count in time. In any event, the two seem to show a sign of respect, while Khris Young slides out of the ring, while Sebastian York looks at a fallen and defeated Brandon Davis.
Winner: Khris Young
Paradox: I wonder if there are any sexy media females around here that I can practise my new hobby on. The hobby of raping women, that is.
The scene opens up in the swamp hosting Eternity, where Paradox is prowling around in search of someone to stick his cock into. He's pacing the makeshift backstage area, which has an entrance built over water leading to the floating ring. He's alone, muttering to himself -- until Morgy breezes backstage and heads straight for a food table that's been set up for the wrestlers, totally ignoring Paradox's presence.
Morgana: Sweet, they have perogies! Somebody up there loves me.
Paradox grins to himself when he sees his opponent in tonight's main event, and he sneaks up behind her as she picks through the food table, tapping her on the shoulder as he does so. Morgy turns around, perogies and all, and scowls when she sees who's behind her.
Morgana: What the fuck do you want? I don't fraternize with assholes, freaks, ugly people, pedophiles, the elderly and serial rapists -- ie you -- so go the fuck away.
Paradox: Don't be such a prissy bitch. I know you and Adora tag team Corey Page after every show; why else would you have the World Title? You can't do it for him and not for me. That's not fair.
Morgana: Ewww, what the fuck?
Morgy backs away, nearly colliding with the food table, but Paradox follows her, pinning her against the table and attempting to grope her breasts.
Paradox: I just want some sexy media female pussy, that's all.
Morgana: Holy shit, I'm about to throw up.
Thinking quickly, Morgy raises her knee and jabs it into Paradox's cock, and he doubles over in pain. Dropping all of the food she'd taken on his head, Morgy finally begins to scream bloody murder and runs away, as the scene fades.
"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.
Redefine by SOiL (Knight Remix) hits the speakers, as Lucas Knight steps forward, making his way down to the ring to massive boos, and slides into the ring. The lights around the arena slowly fade out as spotlights begin to search around the crowd. On the video screen, a very familiar video plays, along with a very familiar song...
The lights continue scanning the area, until they eventually find their target. Standing on top of one of the crowd dividers at the back of the arena, with his trademark black hood pulled down over his head and his arms outstretched in his trademark mock-Crucifix pose, is Pete Ebdon, who has his girlfriend and publicists to his sides.Pete Ebdon jumps off the crowd divider and begins to walk towards the ring, having security keep the fans held back. He leaps over the crowd barricade at the front, using no effort at all, and scales the side of the ring, stepping on to the outside of the second turnbuckle pad and extends his arms once again in his mock-crucifix pose. Seconds later, he rips off his hood and looks around the arena with an ominous grin on his face. Susie Matthews pulls out a microphone from her belt and holds it up, while looking at her boyfriend.
Susie Matthews: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome... being accompanied by me, Susie Matthews and by his publicist, Nicholas Jaxx... originally from London, England, but currently residing in The City of Angels... he is the MESSIAH OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING AND LORD OF THE RING, this is PETE EBDON!
Ebdon leaps down down onto the canvas and removes the robe he's wearing, throwing it over the top rope for Susie to catch, before sitting in the corner of the turnbuckles, with a grin on his face. He then leans back, puts his feet on the ropes, looking relaxed, as if he's kicking back at home.The bell rings, as the two teams work out who’s stepping in the ring first. Pete Ebdon steps out for the Order of Chaos, as Lucas Knight steps toward the center of the ring. On the other side, Danny King and Angel Felicity can’t seem to agree at all, until Vodka throws a punch to Felicity’s jaw, before kicking him through the ropes and outside the ring.
Lucas Knight takes clear advantage here. First, with an ambush on Vodka, pummeling him down with a barrage of punches and kicks, while Pete Ebdon circles around the ring, and bashes Felicity’s head into the ring steps. Knight lifts Vodka to his feet, only to blast him back into the corner with repeated European uppercuts, before finally spitting in Vodka’s face, and then choking him in the corner with his boot.
At this point, Ebdon throws the battered Felicity back into his apron, as Lucas Knight drags Vodka over to make the unintentional tag to his partner. With Felicity now the legal man, Knight drags him into the ring and over to the Order of Chaos's corner, where he tags in Pete Ebdon, and the two proceed to batter down Angel Felicity in the corner with a series of double-stomps from the two. Ebdon lifts Felicity to his feet, before twisting him into an abdominal stretch. Meanwhile, Knight bounces off the ropes, and ends the return with a vicious flying knee into Angel Felicity’s ribs.
Lucas Knight heads out of the ring, but it’s only to circle and assault Danny King, who catches a vicious clothesline, which smacks his head on the floor. In the ring, meanwhile, Pete Ebdon lifts Angel Felicity up, and blasts him back to the mat with the Ego Driver. He goes for the cover!
...1...2...
No three count! Ebdon lifts Felicity’s shoulder, not ready for this to be the end!
He motions towards Lucas Knight, who then rolls Danny King into the ring. The two lift Vodka to his feet, before crushing him to the mat with the Chaos Theory! Then they move to Angel Ryann Felicity, and blast him into the mat with another Chaos Theory! Finally, Ebdon and Knight each cover one of their opponents, as they insist the referee make the double count!
...1...2...3!
The referee raises an arm from each man in victory, as the Order of Chaos stands triumphant over their terribly mismatched opponents. A stomp to each, and Knight spitting on Vodka, and the Order of Chaos make their way out of the ring, leaving behind two unconscious opponents, with the crowd raining boos down on them.
Winner: Pete Ebdon/Lucas Knight
The scene opens up... well, in a swamp, where the eyes of Morgana and Adora can be seen peering out through a clump of bushes. They're wearing camouflage gear, effectively blending themselves into their surroundings, save for their eyes and the bright pink of Morgy's hair, which isn't under a cap like Adora's is.
Morgana: Because we're evading our stalkers and various other nuisances, that's why! Now shut up -- someone could come by and find us!
Adora: If they find us, it won't be because I'm talking; it'll be because your hair is practically a neon sign screaming "HERE WE ARE." Who, exactly, are we hiding from, anyway?
Morgana: Oh, you know -- the usual. Mr. Hwang; Corey Ashton; the gay pride brigade; Paradox; Stevie Swing...
Adora: Stevie Swing? I thought you guys were cool.
Morgana: Well, we are. But you know those panties that went missing last week?
Adora: The ones that you probably didn't even buy?
Morgana: I did buy them. I watched the tape of the last Eternity; Stevie Swing stole them.
Adora: What? Ewww. How seedy. Why are we hiding from Paradox, then? I know you're not afraid he's going to kick your ass, so that can't be it.
Morgana: No; I'm afraid he's going to rape my ass, because that's just how he do.
From another set of bushes, a rustling sound can be heard, and both Morgy and Adora freeze.
Morgana: Did you hear that?
Adora: I'll bet it was Mr. Hwang! RUN!
Abandoning their hiding spot, Morgy and Adora leap to their feet and run into the distance, nearly sinking into the dirty swamp as they do so, as the scene fades to back.
Nikita: As you all should know, I'm on strike. Corey Page, master douche of Sin Wrestling, doesn't appreciate his wrestlers! And until a union is formed, protecting all of us against his bullshit, I will be on strike.
There's a lot of noise coming from the audience, neither cheers nor boos but a lot of talk and probably confusion.
Nikita: And it officially starts here.
Nikita motions behind the curtain and out comes a few teenagers carrying bowling pins and a bunch of bowling balls. One boy quickly wobbles and falls, sending a bowling ball rolling off the "floating device" and into the swamp. The rest continue to set up the bowling pins.
Nikita: And that's another thing! What the flying fuck is with these venues? A swamp? A fucking swamp?
The teenagers finish setting everything up and scurry back behind the curtain and out of sight. Nikita's makeshift bowling alley runs from one end of the stage to the other, crossing the entrance to the ramp and ring. She grabs one of the brightly coloured bowling balls and holds it up in one hand with the mic in the other.
Nikita: So until things start changing around here, I am on strike.
Nikita sends a bowling ball towards the pins, but the floating device, obviously wobbly and floating around makes the ball roll off the platform and into the swamp.
Nikita: Err...strike.
Attempt number two, again ending in failure. Nikita stomps her foot, frustrated, and marches up to the bowling pins, kicking them all over in one kick.
Nikita: STRIKE!
Fade out.
Seething with rage, Corey Ashton soon turns away, thinking that Adora has stood him up.
~ 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.
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 plast 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.
"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 bell rings as the trio face each other warily. LSG lunges toward Dan Black with a clothesline, which he shrugs off completely. He then drives a hard head butt right back into her face, sending her into the middle of the ring, blood beginning to trickle from her nose.
Matthew Moore breaks Black’s momentum with a corkscrew moonsault, which sends both men to the mat, rolling out of the ring. Dan Black rises surprisingly quickly, though, kicking the ring steps in frustration, before sliding right back into the ring, and nearly decapitating Leora with a monstrous big boot.
He yanks her right back to her feet by her hair, and fires her into the ropes. Upon her return, he crashes her into the mat with a gigantic sidewalk slam, jamming her hard into the mat.
By this point, Matthew Moore has slid into the ring, but as soon as he takes a swing, his shot is blocked by Black, who clinches him and tosses him to the outside of the ring with a sidewinder-suplex!
Dan Black slides outside of the ring, where he lifts Moore to his feet, before grabbing him by the throat. Seemingly driven by hatred for who his opponents are, he throws Moore into the air, before crushing him on the outside with a choke slam. Sliding quickly back into the ring, he stalks the staggering and dazed LSG, before driving a boot into her abdomen, hunching her over, and crushing her to the mat with his Hospitalizer, sit down power bomb. He holds her in position for the pin!
...1...2...3!
The referee attempts to raise Black’s arm in victory, but Dan Black yanks it away, and lifts LSG back to her feet, only to drive her back down with another Hospitalizer bomb. Sliding to the outside, Black lifts Moore to his feet, before clinching him and firing him overhead with a well-aimed belly to belly suplex, which smashes Moore upside down against the ring steps and post. Seemingly satisfied for now, Black makes his exit, as fans rain down garbage and boos upon him.
Winner: Dan Black
Casanova: Think of this as a wrestling lesson. Except it’s not. Maybe it’s more like a “how to get a push” lesson. See, you have to make waves.
Roxy: Make waves, got it.
Casanova: It’s not that simple. See, you did good a while back with that whole piñata attack on Dan Black. That was really good. So let’s try that again, a good backstage attack. I’ll go first, and maybe you can do one later, okay?
Roxy: Okay…
Casanova halts beside a garbage can, burying his head in there as he rummages through it.
Casanova: First…you need a weapon. Preferably something…ooh!
He pulls a frying pan out of the garbage can.
Casanova: Preferably something good for comic relief. Such as this!
Roxy nods, looking more confused than understanding.
Casanova: Now, we just need a target. Hmm…
He looks up and down the hallway, at various locker room doors. Finally he nods, before running up the hall a few doors.
Casanova: This will do.
Roxy: The Order of Chaos?
Casanova nods.
Casanova: New guys are always a safe bet. The key is to picking the talented ones, who’ll actually put up a good fight in a match later. Good fight equals ratings. Ratings equal Corey going “Oh shit, let’s give so-and-so a title shot, or something similar.” See, it’s an easy way to get pushed up the card!
Roxy: So these guys are talented?
Casanova shrugs, shaking his head ambivalently.
Casanova: Could be. They had some big goofy ass portion of the last show where they bellowed about their badassitude for-EVER. So that’s a good bet. At bare minimum, they’ll just be pompous jackasses. And that’s always a fun time.
Roxy: I…guess.
Casanova: You’re telling me you didn’t enjoy putting Dan Black in his place?
Roxy: Hell yeah!
Casanova: Exactly! Okay…here we go. Stand back, watch carefully, and take notes. Just remember the basics of a backstage attack. Strike hard, and send a message. Right?
Roxy: Right.
Casanova: Good!
Casanova knocks on the door, shortly before he turns the doorknob just enough to unlatch the door, before kicking it hard, using the element of surprise in his favor.
As a result, Pete Ebdon is caught by the door to his head, sending him dazed to the floor. Casanova lunges inward, swinging the frying pan mightily upside the surprised Lucas Knight’s head. Knight gets clonked hard, tumbling across a bench in the locker room.
Casanova quickly straightens Knight out across the bench, before turning back to Pete Ebdon, who is now rising very angrily. A punch from him is blocked by Casanova's frying pan, leaving Ebdon clutching his fist in pain, before Casanova rams a shoulder into his abdomen, lifting him up above him, and dropping him with a spine buster across Lucas Knight, leaving both men unconscious on the floor, the shattered bench pieces under and around them.
Casanova: You come into my house, acting like hot shot big dogs, because you were so-and-so from some other alphabet soup fed? Fuck that, and fuck you! Dogs who misbehave get their noses rubbed in their own shit! This is my house…and unless you two want to spend your time here entirely in the doghouse…you’d better recognize that.
Casanova nods in contentment at his work, before turning and leaving the locker room, shutting the door behind him.
Casanova: What did you think?
Roxy: Not bad…a little heavy on the dog references, though.
Casanova: Yeah…well, the point was made, I hope.
The camera fades, with Casanova continuing his “wrestling lesson,” rambling on toward the confused Roxy.
A knock on the door is heard...
In walks temptation.
Corey Page shakes his head and rubs his eyes, surprised by the mere appearance, and slams his desk drawer shut. He quickly swings back in his chair, placing his feet up on the desk.
Corey Page: What in the hell are you doing here? [he sees with glee] Great to see you. What brings you to my humble abode, namely Sin Wrestling... in this swampy situation?
The camera pans in on a walking bottle of Canadian Club whiskey.
Corey Page: Yes, I know we are the best of friends.
The monologue between Page and the bottle of Canadian Club Whiskey ends when the Penguin enters the picture. Shaking off this latest delusion, Corey Page sulks his head.
However, another knock at the door is heard. This time, in reality, the door is opened.
Enter a familiar face...
The man in front of his desk shocks the audience. He lays down what appears to be a contract. The camera pans on the words "Jimmy Luciano". The camera then pans in on the man himself, dressed in business attire. Luciano looks directly at an estonished Corey Page, who looks up.
Corey Page: Mr. Luciano. Welcome back. How was your vacation in Italy? Sorry about the weak Sopranos ending. You get tired after two weeks watching John from Cincinnati? Nice of you to come back and actually earn a paycheck. All kidding aside... drink? Cigar?
Jimmy Luciano: Thanks, but no thanks.
Corey Page: Did that just happen? Luciano turns down a drink. I don’t know what’s more shocking... that or Tiger Woods missing a put, completely blowing the US Open.
Jimmy Luciano: Page, lets cut the shit. You know why I’m here... you kept sending me paychecks rather than release me from my contract. I renewed my contract with the new revision that both sides agreed on. I’m happy you finally came to terms and met my price. The business side is done. You know what I bring to the table, you, of all people, understand what I represent. I am here personally giving you this for a reason. All personal vendettas aside, I will elevate the level of competition at Sin Wrestling. I will once again prove to the world that I’m the best... period.
Corey Page: That’s what is expected... you have the opportunity.
Jimmy Luciano: So, I take it we’re on the same page?
Corey Page: Of course.
Page gets up from his chair and shakes hands with Luciano. As Luciano exits, Page grabs the bottle of Crown Royal and pours himself a drink. Instead of consuming the drink, he grips the bottle and downs quite a bit of liquor as the camera fades to black.
"Plastic" by Basia Lyjak hits and Adora promptly emerges from backstage. She walks down the ramp and enters the ring as she awaits The Pink Panther.
The theme to the Pink Panther plays, thus bringing out... well, the Pink Panther, along with his manager, The Narrator. They make their way to the ring, where they wait for the match to commence.
Both competitors stare each other down as the bell rings. Adora takes a shot in the mid-section, but she throws a right hand back at the Pink Panther. Adora throws the Pink Panther to the corner, forcing the Panther to stumble out, allowing Adora to hit a standing huracanrana!
Adora rolls through the move and hooks the legs.
...1...2...
At the count of two, The Pink Panther kicks out, prompting Adora to stomp on him. She tries to send The Pink Panther to the corner again, but Panther reverses it and sends Adora in, instead. The Pink Panther connects with a splash in the corner, as Adora staggers out. The feline then bounces off the ropes and goes for a bulldog, but Adora side-steps him and Panther bounces off the other side. Right away, Adora charges towards him and tilt-a-whirl headscissors him!
She goes for the quick cover...
...1...
Just as Panther kicks out, Corey Ashton walks out onto the stage area, watching with intent, as Adora jumps to her feet and quickly hits a standing corkscrew senton! Immediately, she jumps up; only to see Corey Ashton, the man that has been stalking her these past few weeks.
Sickened by the sight she sees, she turns around, only to see The Pink Panther pop back up to his feet, charging at her. Seeing this, Adora hops to the side and brings him down with a drop-toe-hold. Cartwheeling over, she lands on her feet and quickly snaps a seated-dropkick to the face of The Pink Panther, keeping him grounded.
Having him grounded, she scurries to the top turnbuckle pad and somersaults off, hitting a somersault senton bomb. Just as she lands, she rolls forward with the move and bounds to the ropes. Hopping to the outer portion of the apron, she watches as a dazed Pink Panther stands to his feet. Giving Corey Ashton an eye, she springboards off the top rope, flips through the air and hits the Lady Godiva Blues, rolling The Pink Panther up, with perfection.
The count is made...
...1...2...3!
Adora is announced as the victor, allowing her to jump to her feet and celebrate with joy. Unfortunately, her celebration is cut short, as Corey Ashton charges to the ring, turns her around and then short-arm clotheslines her, dropping her on her back.
Adora, who is set to face Casanova at 100, thanks to defeating The Pink Panther, is then stomped on by Corey Ashton, who hovers over her, screaming things into her face.
Corey Ashton: I've waited so long for this! So very long!
Grabbing her face, he hunches over and licks Adora's face, like a smitten kitty. At her side, while on his knees, he speaks once more.
Corey Ashton: Was it as good for, as it was for me?!
Giving Adora one final reassuring look, Corey Ashton creeps out of the ring, just as dastardly as he entered, leaving Adora a beaten mess.
Winner: Adora
From out of the shadows, Leah Petrelli appears, charging towards JNX with a steel chair in her hand. Enraged, she crashes towards JNX, whose back is still turned.
Leah Petrelli: Aiiiiiyyyyyyeeee!
Wham!
JNX: Arghhhhhhhh!
Leah Petrelli slams the steel chair against JNX's back, sending him flying off the wooden platform, landing with a splash. Taking the chair and leaning on it, Leah looks on, quite pleased, as a number of crocodiles swarm around JNX, who desperately doggy-paddles towards landfall.
Unfortunately for him, what he does not know, is that there are three more crocodiles waiting for him on the land. As Leah Petrelli smirks, she finally turns her back, listening as JNX is surrounded by a total of 7 crocodiles.
Leah Petrelli: Hmmm, mmm, mmm.
Leah skips off, humming to herself, listening to the cries of help from JNX.
"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.
Doctor Devard Orange stands in the ring, patiently awaiting for the arrival of JNX, the Lust Champion. However, as everyone just witnessed, he is in a terrible circumstance, which he may not be able to get out of. Nonetheless, his music plays.
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.
With everyone glaring towards the entrance, Doctor Devard stands in the ring, wondering where JNX is. Getting fed up, Dr. Devard Orange walks back and forth, waiting for his title shot, but has no one to wrestle.
Again, the camera cuts to the back. But there's no one coming.
Eventually, the referee just cancels the match, aggravating Dr. Orange, who listens to the referee's explanation. Not liking this at all, Dr. Orange balls his hands into a fist and clubs the referee against the side of his head. Furthermore, Dr. Orange plucks the referee off his feet and then tosses him out of the ring, where he then throws him into the swampy, crocodile-infested waters, joining JNX.
Angry, Dr. Orange walks to the back, realizing that the Lust Title is officially vacant.
Winner: N/A
Shane Donovan: Of course, Aquinas blows Augustine out of the water.
Casanova: True, Augustine was just Plato in Christian clothes, while Aquinas incorporated Aristotle, but also drew from a multitude of sources with a lot of original work of his own.
Shane nods in agreement, before Casanova looks up toward him from his cup, an expression of dismay on his face.
Casanova: Fuck, man…you realize we’re philosophizing?
Shane slaps his forehead, before shrugging.
Shane Donovan: True, but Adora was like a month early on that call.
Casanova nods, consoled somewhat.
Casanova: That’s right. Good. I hate ever proving those bitches right.
Shane Donovan: Yup.
Suddenly a commotion is heard, followed by a spraying sound, as Shane Donovan brings his hands to his face in pain.
Shane Donovan: Son of a bitch!
Roxy Erikson appears to the camera’s view, having sprayed Donovan in the eyes with a bottle of hair spray.
Roxy Erikson: Yeah bitch?! You like that?
She suddenly smacks him across the ribs with a crutch. Donovan hunches over, as Roxy cracks the crutch over his head, leaving him on the floor in a heap. In a rage, Roxy tips over the water cooler on him, soaking him completely. She gets down on the floor, right in his unconscious face.
Roxy Erikson: I’m not a chair-shot magnet, you ball-less bastard! Maybe you need to be taught who the fuck you’re dealing with! Because I’m Roxy fucking Erikson! And if you want to come after me, you better not forget that!
She rises, catching her breath, before turning to Casanova, who is still standing unmoved, looking balefully down at Shane Donovan.
Roxy Erikson: How was that for a beat-down?
Casanova: Good, good! You had the comic relief weapons with the hairspray and crutch, and you delivered the message…A+ work, definitely.
Roxy Erikson: Fuck yeah, this wrestling shit is easier than it looks.
Casanova: Only one problem.
Roxy Erikson: What’s that?
Casanova: Next time, please, don’t interrupt me when I’m philosophizing.
Roxy Erikson: How the hell was I supposed to know?
She stomps off, annoyed, as Casanova sighs, still staring sadly into his still-full cup of water. Now without blood OR decent conversation.
Casanova: Not to mention... where the hell did she get that crutch?
Fade out.
Chris Carson: Look, don’t give me any fucking excuses, got me?! Corey was all over my ass about that “sleeping” incident a few weeks ago. You’re not reappearing anywhere close to a TV camera, let alone a wrestling ring, until you get yourself in shape! And I mean physically in shape, not pear-shaped!
Carson hits the “end” button, then whips the cell phone into a wall after a slow five-second burn. So much for anger-management classes. He grumbles under his breath, then smooths his hair out.
Chris Carson: Relax, Carson. Don’t get so worked up about it. You bled for this guy the past two years. A few extra weeks or months can’t hurt. This isn’t why you became a trainer, just to get bent out of shape over one guy.
Carson takes a mighty deep breath, then takes a few strides, fixing his jacket a moment. It only takes a few steps before he finds someone tagging along after him. It’s Nikita, still clutching that petition of hers.
Nikita: Carson! I mean, Creep! Well, whatever you call yourself now...
Carson again pauses to collect himself, then turns to look sternly at Nikita.
Chris Carson: It’s you. What the hell do you want?
Nikita’s taken aback a little by Carson’s seething tone, but she tries to sweet-talk her way into a conversation.
Nikita: Look, I know you’re a busy man, with all of the backstage work you do nowadays and all of the training you put the guys through here, but I was wondering if I could get you to sign my petition for a women’s union here at Sin? I tried all last week to get through to you, but your cell phone seemed to be unreachable.
Apparently Carson had been angry last week too. Carson pauses a moment and takes a deep breath again, expression still gruff.
Chris Carson: Let me get the details straight, Nikky. You want to form a union to protect women’s rights here at Sin, is that right?
Nikita: Yeah. So if you aren’t busy...
Chris Carson: And you want me to add my name to the dozens or so that have already signed. Just so you don’t get screwed by Page, right?
Nikita: Well, that’s the point of a union, right?
Carson nods in a slow burn, still mulling it over.
Chris Carson: Yet...if memory serves me right, and I have a memory like a steel trap, Nikky...back in November of 2005, I recall that I wrestled my last match in Sin Wrestling. It was against Gabriel Reno for the Platinum Title. Do you recall that?
Nikita: Uh...vaguely. I mean, that’s almost two years...
Chris Carson: Well, I seem to remember it pretty clearly. Like a fucking bell. I had Reno pretty much ready for a pin, but then you come out of nowhere and knee me in the groin a few times, then take the pin right out of my hands. You walked off with the Platnum Title that night, while I got myself a nice big helping of Mike-Phantasy-plunging-some-unknown-drug-in-my-arm. And that didn’t taste very good, Nikky, if you know what I mean. I was the one screwed over that night.
Nikita looks a little frightened, as if remembering that night, but then she tries to smile sweetly about the incident.
Nikita: Oh...come now, Carson. Can’t you let bygones be bygones? I really need your help here...
Carson’s frown seems to ebb a little bit as he takes another deep breath. He grimaces a little bit, then gives a shit-eating grin and motions for the clipboard and petition that Nikita’s holding. Nikita looks a bit surprised, but grins as Carson looks ready to sign.
Chris Carson: Let me tell you what...
Carson brings the clipboard up and snaps it in half over his knee, throwing the clipped papers and two halves of the board aside. He brings his right hand up and grabs Nikita’s chin, squeezing her mouth with a pretty firm grip.
Chris Carson: If you fucking think of asking me to sign anything about a union, you’d better hope that union gives you one hell of an HMO. Because I would fucking shove that pen up your ass so far that you’ll be shitting ink, got me? You women complain about fair treatment, yet you held every freaking title at one point. You think that’s fair to the men I train? You think that’s fair to ME?! Well?! DO YOU?!
Nikita obviously can’t answer.
Chris Carson: If you ever...EVER...talk to me about fairness between men and women here at Sin, you’d better pray I don’t take things into my own hands.
Carson lets Nikita go and watches as she scatters to pick up the clipboard and papers before she runs off. Carson fixes his jacket again, then marches off.
The Electric Six's "Dance Epidemic" hits, and the fans start to boo, as Stevie Swing appears on the ramp. He smiles before busting a move at the top of the ramp, drawing more heat. Stevie then rushes the ring and slides in under the bottom rope, performing a somersault as he jumps to his feet, giving another cheesy grin to the crowd, who continue to pour on the boos. Stevie's grin fades to a look of confusion as he goes to cover his ears... the booing continues.
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 match commences, with Corey and Stevie slowly circling each other, wishing to outmart the other. As they lock up, Corey Ashton is the first to make a move, as he drives a knee into Stevie Swing's gut, hunching him over. Taking advantage of this, Corey grabs Stevie with a front-facelock and then unloads a series of knees to his head, dizzying Stevie.
Stevie, the consummate competitor, shrugs those shots off and also heaves Corey away. He then kicks Corey Ashton in the gut, causing him to crumple over, as well. It's now Stevie's turn to latch onto Corey's head and then unleash a series of kneelifts to Corey Ashton's face. In pure retaliation, Corey pushes Stevie against the turnbuckle pads, where he then starts charging his shoulder into Stevie's stomach. With things swung back into his favor, Corey is able to push himself away from the turnbuckles, sending Stevie over with a Northern Lights Suplex, with a bridge.
Having Stevie's shoulders down, the count is made in favor of Corey Ashton...
...1...
With ease, Stevie Swing kicks out, thus continuing the match.
Corey Ashton springs up, as does Stevie Swing, who is immediately struck with a forearm to the face, knocking Stevie backward. This allows for Corey Ashton to come behind Stevie and waistlock him. Attempting a German suplex, Corey's attempts are thwarted when Stevie sends an elbow to Corey Ashton's head. On top of that, Stevie is then able to body-scissors Corey and then rol forward, attempting a modified victory-roll.
The referee counts for Stevie Swing...
...1...2...
Despite the element of surprise, Stevie Swing's attempt is invalid, as Corey Ashton quickly kicks out at the count of two.
Both men get back up at approximately the same time, with Stevie Swing bolting towards Corey Ashton, warning him to never touch Morgana. Corey Ashton takes no guff, though, as he sends a chop towards Stevie's chest, prompting Stevie to cry out like a little school-girl. Right away, Corey positions Stevie for a suplex, but before he can rise Stevie off the mat, the attempt is blocked. In reverse, Stevie tries for a suplex of his own; but just like before, it's Corey Ashton who blocks the attempt.
Grabbing onto Stevie's right arm, Corey drops back and throws Stevie across the ring with a judo-throw. Rolling back up, Stevie is privy to a running forarm from Corey Ashton, which traps him in the corner. In here, Corey Ashton positions Stevie onto the top rope and then gives him a slap/chop combination. Seconds later, Corey is climbing up alongside Stevie, hoping to toss him off the top rope with some sort of maneuver, but Stevie has other plans.
Opting to strike Corey Ashton with a European Uppercut, Stevie dazes his opponent and then headbutts him, watching as Corey tries to keep his balance. Unfortunately for him, he doesn't; especially after Stevie strikes him with a second European Uppercut.
Now with Corey Ashton laid out, parallel to the corner, Stevie Swing propels himself off the top rope, hitting a somersault double-stomp onto Corey Ashton's chest, giving another ode to Morgana. As usual, he rolls-through the move and jumps right to the second rope in the furthest corner. He hopes to complete ode to Morgana, but before he can fully rise to the top rope, Corey Ashton shakes off the flying double-stomp, charges to his feet and storms into the corner, pushing Stevie off the top turnbuckle pad.
Crotched in the corner, Stevie Swing immediately suffers the consequences of not keeping Corey Ashton down, as he is immediately given a neckbreaker off the top rope, allowing for Corey to drive his neck into the mat. Like a hungry predator, Corey Ashton makes the cover.
...1...2...
However, at the count of two, Stevie Swing places his left foot on the bottom rope, stopping the count.
Not pleased with what just occured, Corey pops up, grabs Stevie's right leg and drags him into the center of the ring; but not before kicking him in the thigh. Still with Stevie's leg in his hands, Corey pulls him up to his feet, chops him and then Dragonscrew Legwhips his right leg, sending Stevie over, forcing him to hold his leg.
Smirking at the damage done, Corey circles Stevie Swing, looking to continue the damage, hovering around him like a vulture. As Stevie Swing rises, Corey stands behind him, keeping his eye on Stevie's right leg. Hoping to eliminate Stevie's infamous superkick, Corey Ashton decides to bolt forward and chop-block the leg out from beneath Stevie, sweeping him directly off his feet.
Yelping out in pain, Stevie lies on his back, allowing for Corey Ashton to return to beating on his leg. With the leg firmly held in position, Corey Ashton turns Stevie over, applying a single-leg Boston Crab. Despite the pain surging to his leg, Stevie is able to crawl to the ropes, where he forces Corey Ashton to release the hold.
After the seperation is granted, Corey Ashton goes to continue his stretching of Stevie, only to walk right into a punch combo from Stevie Swing, who then hits the Fata Morgana on Corey Ashton, hitting it out of nowhere. Still lying across Corey, Stevie makes the cover...
...1...2...
This time, it's Corey Ashton that gets his foot on the rope.
Even with the battered leg, Stevie Swing is able to rise to his feet, where he staggers towards Corey Ashton, who tries to batter his way to safety, but to no such luck. Failing in his attempts at beating down Stevie Swing, Corey Ashton is struck with another knee-to-the-face, knocking him loopy.
Pulling Corey to his feet, Stevie Swing double-underhooks Corey's arms and then butterfly suplexes him across the ring, landing him on his back. Right away, Stevie climbs back to his feet, walks into the corner and climbs to the top rope. From here, he dives off, connecting with a perfect corkscrew moonsault, landing directly on Corey. Again, the count is made...
...1...2...
At the count of two, Corey Ashton kicks out, halting the pinfall. Obviously frustrated, Stevie stands to his feet, bemoans the referee and then stomps on Corey Ashton with his injured right knee; the shots obviously not having as much of an effect as they normally would.
Plucking Corey to his feet, Stevie positions Corey into a standing headscissors; only to have Corey Ashton quickly squirm his way out of it by using a double-leg takedown.
Hoping to return things to his favour, Corey goes knee-to-knee with Stevie, jamming his own knee into Stevie's right leg. He hunches over and tries for a figure-four leglock... only to have Stevie reach up and inside-cradle him...
...1...2...
However, Corey Ashton kicks out! He rises to his feet, only to have Stevie Swing sweep his feet out from beneath him. Using one leg, Stevie leaps up and hits a standing moonsault. Another cover is made by Stevie Swing!
...1...2...
Again, Corey Ashton kicks out, not wanting to lose his first Sin Wrestling match.
Steve Swing, who also has no loss on his SW record, hops to his feet, tries to shrug off the damage to his leg, and then connects with a single-leg dropkick to Corey Ashton, knocking him out of the ring. Inside of the ring, Stevie rises, watching as Corey also stands. This prompts Stevie to slingshot himself over the top rope and land on Corey's shoulders, hitting a huracanrana out onto the floor!
While on the floor, the two men battle some more, with each of them desperately trying to gain the upperhand; ie: Corey Ashton bashing Stevie's head off the ring railing, Stevie Swing DDTing Corey on the floor; and even Stevie Swing flapjacking Corey Ashton across the ring railing, almost dumping him into the swamp water. It's when Stevie Swing attempts to finish Corey Ashton off on the floor, that things go awry.
Seconds after dropping Corey Ashton stomach-first across the ring railing, Stevie Swing plucks his opponent off and then gingerly tosses him to the floor. With Stevie standing over Corey Ashton, a last-ditch plan comes into Corey Ashton's head.
Reaching back, Corey Ashton pulls a pair of stuffed panties out of his tights, instantly capturing Stevie Swing's gaze. Upon seeing the panties, Stevie's eyes widen, knowing that they are the same pair he took from Morgana's gym bag at the last Eternity. Not knowing what to do, Stevie Swing tries to calmly negotiate with Corey Ashton.
Stevie Swing: Okay, okay... it's fine. Now where did you get those?
Saying nothing, Corey Ashton smirks and proceeds to rub the panties against his crotch, sickening Stevie Swing. Suffice to say, the calmness that surrounds Stevie Swing is no longer apparent.
Stevie Swing: How dare you! I was going to give those back to Morgy! Now give those to me!
Corey Ashton: Fine, then go get 'em.
Taking the crumpled pair of panties into the swampy water, Corey Ashton then proceeds to roll back into the ring. Stevie Swing, on the other hand, leaps over the ring railing, jumps into the murky, gaseous, swampy water. A crocodile sticks its head up out of the water and goes to chew on the panties, only to have Stevie Swing jump on him.
Stevie delivers a flurry of punches to the crocodile's noggin', trying to rip the panties out of its snout, but the rowdy animal fights back. The crocodile and "The Dancing Machine" see-saw back-and-forth, trying to claim the pink panties, with the crocodile even knocking Stevie Swing down.
He cannot be defeated, though, as Stevie springs from the water, delivering an outstanding punch to the crocodile's head. The impact of this blow is enough to jar the crocodile's jaws open, allowing him to reach inside and pluck the pink panties out of the wild animal's gaping maw.
...Unfortunately, he may be successful in defeating the crocodile for the panties; but he isn't successful in returning to the ring. As he turns around, he sees the referee hold Corey Ashton's hand in the ring, having counted Stevie Swing out.
Standing next to the concussed crocodile, Stevie Swing cannot believe he has just suffered his first Sin Wrestling loss. Nevertheless, he has the panties in his hands and wades through the water, walking to the back, while Corey Ashton enjoys his second straight victory.
Winner: Corey Ashton
Ace Rodgers: Hey -- or should I say say, "Yo"?
Savage Youth: Yo!
Ace Rodgers: Well, yes.
Robo-Teddy shakes his head and then slaps his forehead.
Ace Rodgers: Anyhow, Savage Youth, you have been on quite a surprising steak, as of late. First, you squeak out not one -- but two -- wins over Arran Hayden; but then you even get one over Destiny Daniels, the former World Champion, and current Hall of Famer! That's something. As a result, you have been rewarded with a Television Title shot tonight. What are your thoughts?
Savage Youth scratches his chin, as if he is thinking hard.
Savage Youth: Yo, Ace, yo. I aon't got no worries. I'm gonna walk into that match and beat that old Vampy, yo, you know? He ain't got poop on me; I beat that t'at Hall of Fama and everything 'n' shit, yo!
Ace Rodgers: I... uh... I have no idea what you're talking about, but I agree! Now, what's your opinion on Destiny Daniels? Rumors circule that she wants a rematch, will you grant it to her?
Savage Youth: Yo, I'm 'fraid of no old wimmins. I am gonna grab them boobies and pinch that ass... and then roll t'at beeeyatch up for the pinfall, yo! Just like last week! Yo!
Ace smirks.
Ace Rodgers: Yeah, I still have no idea what you're saying.
Just then, Robo-Teddy chimes in.
Robo-Teddy: On behalf of Savage Youth, I accept Destiny's rematch. Why?
Confused, Ace responds to the robotic teddy bear, who is quite articulate in his words.
Ace Rodgers: Uhm... why?
Robo-Teddy: Because I'm gonna cut her tits off! I'll cut ya, Destiny! You heard me, bitch! I'll stab you in the vagina and I'll...
Savage Youth covers Robo-Teddy's filthy mouth.
Savage Youth: Yo, you can't say that on TV. Bed, RT, bad!
As Savage Youth walks off with Robo-Teddy, he is bitten on the hand by the teddy bear; all while Ace Rodgers watches in amazement.
Ace Rodgers: I still have no idea what just happened!
The image fades out, with Savage Youth arguing with Robo-Teddy.
Like everyone else on the roster, LSG -- aka Leora Selene Giuliana -- is prowling around in the swamp, mostly for lack of anything better to do. She steps through sticky mud and over snakes slithering around her feet in search of JNX, her ~unrequited love~, and fails to notice Morgana lurking in the bushes -- still in her camouflage gear and watching LSG's every move like a creepy paparazzi.
LSG: JNX? Can you hear me?
LSG walks through the swamp, along the edges of the water -- and stops when she sees a group of crocodiles together in the water, holding JNX hostage.
LSG: JNX, oh my God! I'll go get help!
Morgana: Nah.
While LSG had been screaming over JNX, Morgana snuck up behind her, tapping LSG on the shoulder much like Paradox had done to her earlier. A frantic LSG spun around, nearly colliding with the much-shorter Morgana as she did so.
Morgana: Remember that one time when you said that no one cares about my opinion or wants it, like you're anything special, and that I'm the champion of this company yet have no respect?
LSG: Yes, but those crocodiles have JNX, so we need to go get help!
Morgana: Shut up for a minute, alright? I'm tired of bitches running their mouths, yet those same bitches come here, lose a whole lot and then fade into obscurity -- kind of like you're about to!
LSG: What are you talking abo--
Before LSG can finish her sentence, Morgy reaches out and pushes her into the swamp, joining JNX in the pool of crocodiles. LSG starts to scream as she becomes completely submerged in the slimy water -- and when she rises back to the surface, she's covered in giant leeches. They're attached to her face, hands and body!
LSG: Ow! Save me, JNX!
But, of course, JNX is in a predicament of his own. Cackling to herself, Morgy casually strolls off as the scene fades, with LSG's pained screams echoing through the swamp.
Corey Page: You know, I may have turned into an old drunky, but it's okay; because I shhh-till have you!
The camera pans out, showing that Corey Page is talking to a cardboard cutout of his ex-girlfriend, Kitty Extreme. He is about to make a move on the cutout, when the door to his office swings open, with an angry figure popping inside.
The person stands before Corey's desk, having kicked the cardboard cut-out of Kitty Extreme down to the floor. Before long, the person, who turns out to be Angel Ryann Felicity, stands before Corey, looking quite angry.
Angel Ryann Felicity: You know, Nikita is right! This place is ridiculous! You team me up with some Nazi to take on The Order of Chaos... and what do you expect? That stupid Nazi flakes out of me! I demand my release... or a raise... or a title shot... or something!
In a drunken haze, Corey shuffles through some papers.
Corey Page: Oooooohhhhhh, kay! Leora Selene Giuliani... or Giuliana... the former mayor of New York's daughter... or whoever has gone missing. We have an open slot in the Purity Title match. Good luck, man!
With a burp, Corey gives Angel Ryann Felicity the open slot in the Purity Title match at the upcoming pay per view.
Angel Ryann Felicity: Good... and I want...
Angel Ryann Felicity stops and thinks about what he has just received.
Angel Ryann Felicity: Wow. Well then, that was pretty easy. I like! It's a deal.
Having himself booked in the title match, Angel Ryann Felicity happily walks away, allowing Corey Page to take another swig from his bottle of alcohol.
Shane Donovan: God, I hate whores.
Dan Black: Hey, didn't you say that you were going to take the Purity Title from Roxy?
Having gained Shane's attention, Dan perks up.
Shane Donovan: Yeah, why do you care?
Right after saying that, Shane Donovan is struck with a stiff right hand from Dan Black, who, ironically, has a set of brass knuckles strapped around his fist. In any event, Dan hovers over the fallen Shane Donovan and hollers at him.
Dan Black: Because that title is fucking mine!
Dan gives Shane one last stomp before walking off, but not before saying one last thing.
Dan Black: You know, I hate whores, too.
Dan then walks off, presumably to an unknown destination.
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
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 bell rings as Roxy and Destiny make their way to the middle of the ring, with Destiny holding her hand out as a showing of good faith. Roxy looks around at the crowd, unsure of what to do, so she shrugs and reaches for the hand. However, just as she does this, Destiny Daniels pulls it back and turns around, mugging to the crowd, getting a heated reaction.
Smugly, Destiny turns around... only to have the audience cheer in delight, as Roxy waffles her with a bitch slap across the face. Wiping the slap off her face, Destiny takes a step back and goes towards Roxy, who has a delighted smirk on her face.
Seeing Destiny angrily charge her, Roxy backs up until she bumps into the turnbuckle. With nowhere left to go, she puffs up her chest and puts her hands up against Daniels, who stops and chuckles at the fighting stance. Roxy continues to hold her hands up, wondering what's wrong, when Roxy suddenly throws a left that swats Destiny to the side. She jabs a right and Destiny just lets it glance off her shoulder. Roxy cocks up and throws a haymaker, but Destiny ducks and connects with an uppercut of her own, following by a swinging back-fist!
Destiny gloats over Roxy and looks down, seeing Roxy look as if he is out cold. She laughs and then mocks her, like she's signaling for the medical team to come check her out. All of a sudden, Roxy's eyes pop open and she grins, allowing her to kick Destiny in the crotch!
Roxy throws herself atop of Destiny and throws a flurry of blows that are mostly blocked, as Destiny curls up for protection. In time, Roxy wears herself out and stands up, allowing for Destiny to meet her at her feet, giving them a chance to lock-up. Seconds later, Daniels overpowers Roxy and whips her to the ropes, with Roxy bouncing back, landing a crossbody-block!
Thanks to the blow, Destiny rolls of the way and leaps to her feet, showing off for the crowd, she turns around and gets taken down, by Roxy, who delivers a Spear!
Roxy climbs the turnbuckle real quick, but it's too soon, as Daniels is back on her feet. She bounces off the ropes and Roxy falls down crotching herself on the turnbuckle. Pondering the vaginal bruises, Roxy looks down at the turnbuckle and shakes her head, while Destiny argues with the fans. Unfortunately for Destiny, she forgets that vaginal bruising doesn't last long; as Roxy flies off the top rope, hitting a flying facebuster, driving Destiny's head into the canvas!
Next, Roxy pulls Daniels up to her feet and locks up with her, landing a snap-suplex, which she rolls through, giving her the chance to double-underhook Destiny's arms. Soon enough, Roxy has a cross-armbar locked-in.
Using her snake-like movements, Destiny squirms out of the hold and pushes off Roxy. On her feet, Destiny shakes her arm, only to have Roxy quickly lock-up with her, again. In a rush, Destiny knees her in the gut and then hits a jawbreaker, forcing Roxy to roll around the canvas, holding her jaw, in utter pain. Destiny shows no compassion for Roxy's sake and quickly starts laying the boots onto her. After stomping and kicking the life out of her, she lifts Roxy up and whips her into the ropes. Upon the rebound, Roxy is able to duck beneath Destiny's clothesline; but she is unable to duck away from the impending dropkick, which hits with perfect extension!
Staying on top of things, Destiny picks Roxy up and throws her down with a scoop-slam. She bounces off the ropes and drops an elbow to her kidneys. Again, Destiny gets up and soccer kicks her in the gut, keeling Roxy over in pain, looking like she might just pass out. Destiny pulls her up to feet and starts yelling something at her, prompting Roxy to spit in her face and then headbutt her!
Destiny staggers back a few feet and Roxy, with blinding speed, enziguiris her, with the impact literally flipping Destiny over, dropping her hard on her back. After hitting this, Roxy goes to stand, but she is still worn-down from the previous offense done onto her.
The referee begins to count both women out...
...1...2...3...4...
Destiny starts shaking her head, as Roxy is still slumped over, breathing heavy.
...5...6...7...
Destiny gets to her knees, while Roxy starts to scraggle near the ropes.
...8...9...
The referee waves his hands, as Destiny makes it to his; thus the match goes on.
On her feet, Destiny rushes Roxy and throws herself at her with an Avalanche in the corner! As a result, Roxy slumps down, and Destiny grabs the ropes, and throws a few boots to her midsection for good measure. She drags Roxy to her feet with a handful of hair and hair-whips her across the ring, resulting in the referee stepping in to warn her about it.
Shrugging off these warnings, Destiny picks Roxy up, DDTs her and then administers a Triangle-Chokehold, which sees Roxy frantically gasp for air. Again, the referee steps in, forcing the hold to be broken.
Destiny gets to her feet and drags Roxy up, as she staggers around a bit. Destiny calls for the end to the crowd and throws two jabs, which sees Roxy wobble a bit. Not taking these shots lightly, Roxy retorts with some shots and jabs of her own, knocking Destiny off-balance.
In response, Daniels throws a lazy left, which Roxy side-steps, allowing for Roxy to drop Destiny with an attempted Roxy Ride! However, Destiny masterfully avoids it, turns Roxy around, knees her in the gut and then hits The Mind Blower! Turning Roxy over, Destiny then proceeds to lock in her second, more-infamous finisher, The Cottonmouth. Pulling back, Destiny soon forces Roxy, the Purity Title Champion, to tap out.
Sliding outside, Destiny Daniels walks to the back, over the platform, and cockily brags about her defeat over the Purity Champion. As she passes through the door to the backstage section, Dan Black charges out from the back and slides into the ring, where he watches as Roxy Erikson rises to her feet, in a daze.
Thanks to having her back turned, Roxy is met with a harsh running big boot to the back of her skull, dropping her onto her face. Not only that, but Dan hoists Roxy up and commences to powerbomb her onto the canvas. He's about to hit another move, when Shane Donovan, of all people, charges out and rolls into the ring.
He attacks Dan Black from behind, striking him with a high knee, knocking him into the corner, where he commences kicking and stomping at the man who hates goth and women. In the meantime, Roxy rises to her feet, only for Shane Donovan to turn around and then lariat her off her feet!
Next, Angel Ryann Felicity, the fourth and final participant for 100's Purity Title match, runs to the ring.
An all-out brawl occurs, forcing ringside and security officials to pilfer into the ring, trying to restore order. Thanks to the people involved, it looks like it's going nowhere.
Winner: Destiny Daniels
Nikita: Doo dee doo.
Waddling through the muck, sounds of her sloshing to her destination are heard.
Nikita: This better be better than trying to get that douchebag, Chris Carson, to sign.
Upon closer inspection, Nikita views Paradox near the wooded, swampy regions, practicing... something. Nevertheless, she proceeds forward, hoping to get another name on her list.
Nikita: Hey... you...
Paradox overhears Nikita sludging towards him, forcing him to turn around.
Nikita: Will you sign this?
She hands a pen over to Paradox; but drops it when Paradox reaches out and grasps her around the throat, shoving her against a tree. Holding her up with one hand, it's obvious that Paradox wants nothing to do with Nikita's petition.
Nikita: [coughs] Let me go...
Dropping Nikita into the mud, Paradox calmly walks away, presumably ready to take on Morgana. Nikita, in the meanwhile, tries to clean herself off, but to no avail. She remains a muddy mess, wallowing in her own pity, upset at what just occured.
Nikita: That asshole...
The image fades out, finally showing Nikita peeling mud off herself.
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 repeating guitar intro for Disturbed’s “Pain Redefined” hits the sound system as the lights drop down low. Camera flashes light up the audience and into the swamp water, creating flashes of lights all around the area. Soon enough, Casanova emerges from the back and heads towards the ring, holding the Television Title around his waist.
When he slides inside, he stands to his feet, un-straps his belt and then focuses on Savage Youth, who is still playing to the crowd. In a matter of seconds, Casanova darts forward, blindsiding Savage Youth with a blistering attack from behind.
Having Savage Youth keeled over in the corner, with his head laying against the middle ropes, Casanova commences kicking and stomping on the back of his back and head, hoping to wear Savage Youth down for good. Moments later, he grabs Savage Youth by the hair, positions him against the ropes and then whips him out.
Upon his rebound, Savage Youth runs right into a powerslam attempt from Casanova, who then jets to his feet and bounces off the ropes. When Casanova returns, he leaps into the air and lands on Savage Youth, hitting a backs-splash, which keeps "Youth" down and out.
Proceeding to stand back up, Casanova yaps at the crowd that watch on from the sides of the swamp, who jeer back at him. Shrugging these insults off, the Television Champ turns around, stomps on Savage Youth's head and then stands him right back up. Scooping Savage Youth up, Casanova drops down, delivering a shoulder-block onto Youth, who feels the pain soar through his body like an electric current.
As if toying with Savage Youth, Casanova quickly cranks Savage Youth back up, kicks him in the gut and then bounces off the ropes, hopefully hitting the Bad Omen. Savage Youth, despite being a playful character, is able to see this and immediately swith into offensive mode.
Side-stepping the attack, Savage Youth delivers a clothesline to Casanova; and another, and then one more, as Casanova pops right back up. When Casanova rises again, Savage Youth backs him against the ropes, thanks to some punches and chops, and then Irish-whips the Television Champ across the ring. When Casanova bounces back, he charges right into a spin wheel kick to Savage Youth, who maintains his offensive behavior.
With the fans firmly behind him, Savage Youth climbs to the top rope, waiting for Casanova to stand. Having the champ in place, Savage Youth leaps off and hits a missile dropkick that sends Casanova rolling across the ring.
Shouts of, "Yo, yo, yo!" fill the air, as the crowd summons Savage Youth to his feet, hoping that he will continue to takedown Casanova, who is in the corner, trying to stand to his feet. Their hopes are further bolstered, as Savage Youth runs in at him and hits a seated-dropkick to the chest, squishing the TV champ against the bottom two buckles.
Having Casanova right where he wants, Savage Youth climbs to the top rope, with an abundant of applause from the fans. He leaps off, hoping to hit a corkscrew moonsault... but fails, as Casanova rolls towards the ropes, avoiding it, like the plague.
Sensing the ability to regain control, Casanova hoists Savage Youth up and then hits a Blue Thunder Driver on him.
But that's not all!
Casanova whips Savage Youth into the ropes and follows in, connecting with a harsh running clothesline into the corner, which nearly lobs Savage Youth's head off. He then locks on a side-headlock and rushes out from the corner, hitting a picture-perfect bulldog.
Listening to the jeers roll in, Casanova stands to his feet, mocks the crowd and lies in wait for Savage Youth to rise. As he does, he swarms in, hitting the Bad Omen; seconding that by pulling him in and then hitting the Second Death, his version of a double-underhook spike piledriver. Casanova rolls atop of Savage Youth, looking to get the easy pinfall. Licking his chops, Casanova shows off his fangs, as he smirks delightfully. The count is then made...
...1...2...
However, before the referee can slap the canvas for the "three", Casanova yanks Savage Youth up. To the surprise of everyone in attendance, Casanova stands Savage Youth up and then throws him against the ropes.
It's here, that Casanova goes to the outer portion of the apron with Savage Youth, bearhugs him and then holds him up. Taking a page out of former World Champion, Zimdela Brudon's, book, Casanova leaps off the side of the apron, glides through the air and comes crashing down on the ringside barrier, smashing Savage Youth's spine.
With Savage Youth hanging halfway off the barrier and into the water, Casanova stands back to his feet, wipes the grin off his face and then slides back inside, allowing the referee to administer the count.
In due time, the match is over and Casanova officially retains his Television Title via countout. The referee awards him his title and he casually walks off, knowing that he has to face Adora at the next pay per view, entitled "100".
Savage Youth, in the meantime, looks to rebound from this loss, as he will go one-on-one with Destiny Daniels, who will look to gain some revenge on Savage Youth.
Winner: Casanova
Chris Carson: You know, Cas, just because Adora has her Television Title shot back, does not mean she can beat you for the title. In fact...
Chris Carson stalls for a moment, letting the suspense build up.
Chris Carson: She was the one who brought the ladder into your last match with her. Just imagine if you one-upped her and beat her at her own game. Think how great that would be.
With a pat on the back, Chris Carson smirks and then walks away, letting the thought latch into Casanova's mind.
"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.
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.
Once inside, Morgana lurches into her corner, while Paradox hungrily watches her enter. Licking his lips, he strolls forward, wanting to do delicious things to Morgana. Seconds later, the bell rings and the match begins, with Paradox headed straight for Morgana, who drops her pink World Title and braces herself for an attack from Paradox.
Ducking to the right, she allows for Paradox to slam chest-first against the turnbuckle pads, spins him around and starts to unload with a series of kicks to his gut. Climbing up to the second rope, she climbs-and-pounds on Paradox, striking her fist over-and-over again against Paradox's cranium.
Fighting back, Paradox shoves Morgana away, knocking her back to the ring. Using the momentum, she is able to roll backwards, rising up to her feet, where she ducks beneath a charging clothesline attempt from Paradox, who rushes out of the corner. Flighting up the turnbuckle pads, she is able to vault back, knocking Paradox down with a corkscrew body press.
She then makes the cover, hoping to make the quick count...
...1...2...
At the count of two, Paradox kicks out, continuing the match.
Springing up to her feet, Morgana kicks and stomps Paradox, forcing him up to his feet, where she then charges towards the ropes. Springboarding off the middle rope with a moonsault, she flies back, landing on Paradox's right shoulder; except he refuses to go down. Thinking wisely, she is able to contort and swing her body around Paradox, eventually satelitte headscissoring him and then bringing him down with an armdrag-takedown!
Paradox jumps back up, angered at the takedown; only to walk right into a wheel-barrow body-scissors from Morgana, who then pushes herself off the mat, swings her body into the air and then nails a perfect bulldog onto Paradox! Having Paradox down, Morgana looks towards the corner and sprints up the ropes.
She flips back, hoping to hit a moonsault press, but Paradox is able to roll to safety. Thanks her rapid thinking, Morgana is able to land on her feet and watch as Paradox stands near the corner. Charging in, she leaps onto his shoulders, as he faces away from her.
Spinning around, Morgana instantly tries for a swinging huracanrana, but Paradox maintains his position and stands still. Unable to bring Paradox over, she is able to whip herself back up onto his shoulders, vault over his head and then take him down with a sunset-flip bomb! With his legs hooked, the count is made...
...1...2...
Kicking out at two, Paradox goes to stand, only to have Morgana deliver a seated-dropkick to the side of his head, knocking him absolutely loopy. Whipping back up, Morgana bounces off the ropes and returns with a satellite headscissors... except she makes two more rotations, completely spinning Paradox out! Finally landing on her feet, she grabs onto Paradox's head and applies a 3/4 facelock and then leaps back, hitting the Fata Morgana!
Paradox lies on the canvas, knocked unconscious, as Morgana quickly springs to the top rope. In a matter of seconds, Morgana leaps off, swirling her body through the air with maximum grace, landing directly onto Paradox, nailing the Morgasm! Hooking the leg, she makes the pin...
...1...2...3!
Soundly defeating Paradox, Morgana rises to her feet and is then rewarded with her World Title. Holding it into the air, she enjoys her victory... only to see Stevie Swing walk towards the ring.
Thanks to his earlier soiree in the swampy waters, he is still drenched and looking kind of filthy. Nevertheless, he carries Morgana's pink panties in his hand and slides inside with them. He goes face-to-face with Morgana, who doesn't say a word, just watching as he drops the panties at her feet.
When all is said and done, Eternity #13 ends with a staredown between Morgana and Stevie Swing, who reaches out for the World Title, admiring both the championship belt and Morgana.
Fade out.
Winner: Morgana