Knock, knock, knock. A bunch of kids knock on the arena door, awaiting for someone inside to open up. Within seconds, the door swings open and the kids immediately respond. The Kids: [in unison] TRICK OR TREAT! Unfortunately, standing before them is the form of Chris Extreme. But he doesn't look like the Chris Extreme that everyone has come to know-and-love these past few weeks. Gone is the steel chair wrapped around his head; gone is the filthy clothes that clung to his body; and gone is the terrible odour that poured from his body. Instead, Chris Extreme stands in front of these kids that are dressed for Halloween, wearing a pink wig, a pink dress and pink stockings. Chris Extreme: Hiiiiiii kiddies! Greeting them with ultra glee, he grabs a bag of candy and starts dumping treats into each of their bag. Dropping a bar down the bag of a girl that has dressed up as a princess, Chris grabs a bag of chips and tosses it to a kid that is dressed up like Batman. Up next, he views a kid who has dressed up as Hitler and pours the entire contents of the "goodie"-jar down his bag. Chris Extreme: Aren't you just the cutest little Hitler! What's your name?! Kid: My name is Chris. Chris Extreme: Chrishy! Just like me! Do you like my costume?! Kid: Who are you dressed up as? Chris Extreme: I'm dressed as that hot slut, Morgana. I am Morgana. Look at my hot tits... feel my pussy... rub it! Horrified, the kids that had been standing in front of him go running back to their parents, telling them what they just saw. Blank-faced, he stands, showing off his makeup. Chris Extreme: Nooooooooooooooo. What did I do now?! Standing up, watching the kids disperse, Chris is startled when a kid about 10 years old tugs on his dress. Kid #2: Hey, mister, can I have some candy? Chris Extreme: Hewwo, kid, but I'm all ou... heyyy... Looking down, Chris realizes that the kid is dressed like Corey Page, his eternal enemy. Chris Extreme: Actually, I've got something for you... Stepping back into the arena, Chris grabs a bag of something and steps back out. He pulls out an apple with a razor stuck into it and drops it into the boy's bag. Chris Extreme: Run along, now. Kid #2: You asshole! Chris Extreme: Fuck you! Before the kid can get too far away, Chris grabs the boy by the neck, picks him up and throws him away from the arena. He dusts his hands off and steps inside, noticing the camera is on him. Chris Extreme: Hey, at least it wasn't a goth. Uggghhh... He shuts the door behind him, allowing a bunch of kids to "egg" the arena door. With that, "Psycho Sideshow" by Mad Sin plays and the video for Illusions rolls, detailing all of the matches on tonight's card.

Nikita is seen sneaking down the hallway in a skimpy Tinkerbell outfit, with wings and all. On her way, she sprinkles fine, white glitter in a trail behind her all with a devious look on her face. Holding out a pillow case that somewhat resembles Santa's bag, she stops in front of a locker room door and knocks. Soon enough, the door is answered by Shane Donovan who quickly looks at Nikita with confusion. Nikita: Trick or treat! Shane Donovan: ...what? Shane just gives her a look that screams "you're insane." Nikita: Er...trick...or treat? Or did you never do that as a kid? Does poor Shaney have a sad, sad childhood? Shane Donovan just shuts the door. Nikita: Oh come on! After a minute of waiting, Nikita takes a few steps back and pulls an egg carton out of her pillow case. One by one, she begins hurling them at Shane's door until it opens again. Shane steps out, only to receive an egg in the face. Donovan slowly opens his eyes through the gooey egg yolk to find Nikita holding a roll of toilet paper with her teeth and her arm wound back to launch another egg. She spits out the toilet paper roll. Nikita: Oh. Candy? After receiving a cold stare, she leaves.

Singles Match -- #1 Contender to Purity Title Nikita vs. Shane Donovan "The Outsider (Resident Reinhold mix)" by A Perfect Circle begins to play as Shane Donovan makes his way to the ring, his eyes scanning the crowd as he walks down the aisle, sliding into the ring. Shane removes his jacket, handing it to a stagehand before taking his place in the corner, waiting for the match to begin. Lex Robinson: Holy crap! We're on the air and we're ready to start things off with a number one contendership match. A number one contendership match to the Purity Title, that is. Steve Hebert: Yup. What a friggin' night we have, too. This is, like... what... our 10th annual Illusions event, which we have every Halloween? Lex Robinson: Uhm... no. Try again. More like our 3rd annual Illusions. Steve Hebert: Eh, close enough. Lex Robinson: Yes, and by the end of the night, we're gonna have the ownership situation solved; all of that and so much more. But for now, let's go to the ring, where Shane Donovan has just entered. The arena goes dark and whitish blue strobe lights flash to the beat of "Save Yourself" by Stabbing Westward, which erupts over the speakers in the arena. Nikita steps out onto the stage and then makes her way down to the ring. I know that you've been damaged Your soul has suffered such abuse But I am not your savior I am just as fucked as you Nikita slides into the ring under the bottom rope and jumps up before stepping onto the second rope in the corner to recieve praise from the audience. I can not save you I can't even save myself! She jumps off of the ropes and walks a small circle around the ring while cracking her knuckles, waiting for the match to begin. Lex Robinson: Everyone should remember that this match came to happen as a result of scheming from Mike Phantasy, who has seemingly disappeared off the face of the planet. Steve Hebert: I miss him, too. Lex Robinson: I'm sure you do, Steve. Steve Hebert: The match wasn't originally a number one contender's match, though, remember? Lex Robinson: True. It was originally supposed to be a sole one-on-one match. However, when Billy Badson injured Trent Turner, this match was turned into a number one contendership match. Steve Hebert: See? Chris Extreme isn't so bad, afterall. Lex Robinson: Well, it was Corey Page who did that. Steve Hebert: Fuck you. The bell rings and the match begins, with Nikita and Destiny stepping into the center of the ring. Right away, Nikita applies a side-headlock, which results in Shane being flipped with a headlock-takedown. However, he quickly jumps to his feet, once realizing he is on his back. He charges at Nikita, wanting to revenge being brought down, only to be dropped with a drop-toe-hold. Lex Robinson: Nikita's starting this match out by using her speed to overpower Shane Donovan. A wise idea, if I do say so. Steve Hebert: That bitch probably has herself all oiled up. Lex Robinson: Hey, now, that wouldn't be a bad idea. Steve Hebert: Come to think of it, you're right! Both compeitors spring right back up, with Nikita ducking beneath a clothesline attempt from Shane, who turns around, only to receive a dropkick to his knee. Crippled over, he falls down to one knee, allowing Nikita to try and hit him with a Shining Wizard. Lex Robinson: Nikita goes for a running knee... but misses! Steve Hebert: Come to think of it, I hope these two just batter each other senseless... and then go on to face Billy Badson, who dies of a heart attack in the middle of the ring. Lex Robinson: This lapse is enough for Shane Donovan to regain his footing and climb to two feet. However, this allows for Nikita, from behind, to jump on his shoulders, allowing her to try and spin something out. Steve Hebert: Yeah, but Shane will have none of that. Instead, he throws her forward, but she lands on her feet. Having none of this, Shane latches onto her waist, wrapping both arms around her pettite frame, giving her a massive release German suplex! Lex Robinson: Ironically, she is able to backflip and land on her feet! Holy hell; what back-and-forth action we have here. Snapping up, Shane is aware of his German suplex failure, allowing him to be prime and ready for Nikita, who charges at him with a clothesline. Ducking beneath her right arm, he hooks onto her, applies a half-nelson, lifts her up and then half-nelson backbreakers her down onto his right knee! Lex Robinson: A dangerous backbreaker by Shane Donovan finally floors Nikita! Steve Hebert: That oughta keep the bitch down. Lex Robinson: He brings her right back up, though. Plucking her in, he butterflies her arms and then drives her head-first into the canvas with a double-underhook piledriver! What a combination of moves! Steve Hebert: She's gonna be dazed, that's for certain. Picking Nikita off the canvas, Shane places her on his shoulders via a standing fireman's carry, twirling her around in a helicopter spin until he becomes too dizzy. Eventually placing her down, he stumbles a bit, watching as Nikita fumbles into the corner, trying to regain her balance. Steve Hebert: Holy shit! Helicopter spin! I think this is the first time that move has ever been performed here! It's about damn time, too. Lex Robinson: I honestly cannot recall it ever being used before, so who knows. Needless to say, though, both Nikita and Shane are quite dizzy. Steve Hebert: That's not stopping Shane from towering in towards her, though. Grabbing her by the hair, he places her in the corner and delivers a series of wicked chops to her chest, possibly knocking her titties into the third row. What a travesty that'd be. Lex Robinson: Let's be serious here, now. Steve Hebert: I am being serious! Lex Robinson: Shane Irish-whips Nikita across the ring, giving her a hard slam into the opposite corner. Following in, he connects with a running forearm smash to Nikita's jaw, almost ripping her head off her body. He then sits her on the top rope, throat chops her and motions to the fans, signalling for something big. Steve Hebert: He walks in... but receives a kick to the jaw from Nikita. So much for that. Lex Robinson: She applies a front-facelock... and twirls out, looking for a Tornado DDT. However, Shane overpowers her, does a 360 and faces the corner, where he drives her back in! Steve Hebert: Hah! He's even got her propped up on the top turnbuckle pad, again. Lex Robinson: Indeed he does. Stepping up to the second turnbuckle, Shane fancies the thought of hitting Nikita with a superplex, only to have Nikita hold onto the top rope for dear life. Teetering back and forther, Shane obnoxiously decides to climb to the top rope, proving it to be a bad idea, once Nikita strikes him with a backhanded chop to the jaw, knocking him off the top turnbuckle pad and crotching himself on the top rope. Steve Hebert: Haha, his testicles have officially jumped into his mouth! I guarantee it. He'll be eating from a damn straw. Lex Robinson: Who knows. As he has nowhere to go, Shane lies prone on the top rope, feeling the pain shoot through his... well... his testes. Steve Hebert: Haha, that's great. Lex Robinson: Realizing she has a pretty good opportunity, Nikita stands to her feet and launches herself like a rocket off the top turnbuckle pad, connecting with a flying dropkick to Shane's chest, knocking him off the rope, onto the apron and then bounces onto the arena floor! Steve Hebert: He should look on the bright side: at least he isn't strung-out by his nuts, again. Lex Robinson: Ah, a good point indeed. Alone on the floor, but not for too long, Shane Donovan wobbles around, holding his private section, while Nikita climbs to the top turnbuckle pad. Lex Robinson: On the top turnbuckle, Nikita is obviously going for something big here... Steve Hebert: And there she goes... Lex Robinson: A shooting star press off the top rope and to the floor onto a prone Shane Donovan! Wow! Holy crap! Steve Hebert: They're both down! If this continues, neither of them may be able to move on to face Billy Badson, the Purity Champ. Outside, Nikita slowly rises to her feet, while Shane Donovan tries to recover from the previous move. During this time, Nikita kicks Shane, picks him up, bashes his skull off the ringside railing and then whips him into the adjacent railing. She goes to follow him in by charging at him, but he ducks down, resulting in her being backdropped into the front row. Lex Robinson: On the floor, the action continues... and Nikita was just sent flying into the front row, knocking over a pile of chairs, nearly taking out a row of fans, as well. Steve Hebert: Good. Those fans are pretty useless, anyhow. Lex Robinson: On the opposite side of the railing, Shane helps Nikita to her feet, but that aide doesn't last much longer, as he pops her in the jaw with a forearm. Following that, he wraps her left arm around his neck and suplexes her up-and-over the railing. Steve Hebert: Now that's some assistance. Lex Robinson: He takes Nikita up by her hair and then rolls her back inside, stopping the count. Rolling inside after her, Shane picks Nikita up, wraps her left arm around his neck again and pulls her up into the air, into a vertical suplex position. Stepping forward, he wastes no times in dropping her stomach-first across the top rope! Ow! Steve Hebert: She's left hanging out to dry. Lex Robinson: Pretty much. This allows Shane to climb onto the second rope and adjust his kneepad. What's he up to? Steve Hebert: Shane dives off the turnbuckle, striking Nikita with a flying knee to the side of her head, that's what happens! Still hanging on the top rope, Nikita holds her head, unaware that Shane Donovan is coming back for more. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he removes her from the ropes and hoists her up into a powerbomb position. Spinning around, as if changing the move to a spinning powerbomb, Shane is taken aback when Nikita turns the move into a huracanrana. Lex Robinson: Shane's powerbomb is reversed by Nikita, who now transfers it into her version of an armbreaker, which she calls "The End"! Holy crap, she might have him here! Steve Hebert: Good lord, she may make Shane tap. Lex Robinson: He's fighting it, though. He's.... he's rolling out of it. He's free! Steve Hebert: And he is pissed, too. Lex Robinson: They both get up, with Nikita hitting Shane with a dropkick, fighting Shane off. Staggering back, he tries to clear the cobwebs from his head, but soon bares witness to Nikita springboarding off the middle rope with a moonsault. Thinking quickly, he stands his ground and catches her on his left shoulder. He goes to vault her forward, but she hangs onto his hands and armdrags him down to the ground! Steve Hebert: Boy, he's not gonna like that. Lex Robinson: Shane immediately rises and faces Nikita, who is now storming towards him with a clothesline. Side-stepping the attack, Shane catches her arm, twists her around and then pump-handle powerbombs her! The name of that move is the Breakdown! He's hooking her shoulders down, trying to get the pinfall... Steve Hebert: This could be it... The referee counts... ...1...2... Lex Robinson: Nikita kicks out! Reluctantly, Shane stands stomps on Nikita, keeping her down on the ground and ascends to the top rope. Steve Hebert: He likes to use a double-stomp from here, so Nikita better beware... or not. Hell if I care. Lex Robinson: Well, yes, he calls it the Phoenix Stomp. Steve Hebert: Him and his fancy names. Lex Robinson: There he goes...! Realizing that Shane is flying through the air, Nikita rolls towards the turnbuckles, forcing Shane to miss the stomp. Rolling through the landing, Shane gets to his feet, as does Nikita, who uses the ropes to help her stand. With full speed, Shane bursts forward, hoping to drive a vicious forearm into Nikita's face, only to have it ducked. Spinning around, Nikita leaps up onto Shane's shoulders and reverse huracanrana's him, driving him head-first into the canvas. Lex Robinson: A reverse huracanrana by Nikita! Steve Hebert: She might have him here. Lex Robinson: Damn right. She makes a cover of her own... Again, the referee counts... ...1...2... Steve Hebert: Holy Christ, Shane places his right foot on the bottom rope, stopping the count. Lex Robinson: I guess this match continues. Much to Nikita's disappointment, too. Frustration sets in on Nikita, as she picks Shane up by his head and starts peppering him with some forearm shots to the skull, hoping to knock him dizzy. Pulling him up to a kneeling position, she kicks him once in the face and then decides to bounce off the ropes. When she returns she drops down, connecting with a perfect baseball-slide dropkick that sends Shane out of the ring, where he collapses on the floor, trying to get some oxygen. Lex Robinson: Again, Shane drops to the floor. Will Nikita follow up like she did the last time? Steve Hebert: I definitely think we need more of this flippidy-doo stuff. Lex Robinson: Definitely. Steve Hebert: And there she goes! Bopuncing off the opposite set of ropes, Nikita charges towards Shane, who is on the floor and dives through the ropes with a suicide dive. Seeing this, however, Shane takes a step back and clubs Nikita in the head with a stiff forearm, stopping her in her tracks and dropping her hard on the floor, face-first. Lex Robinson: Oh Jesus! What a shot by Shane! Steve Hebert: Yep, that bitch will be needing new teeth or something after that. Lex Robinson: I wouldn't doubt that, at all. Sheesh. Grabbing Nikita by her raven dark hair, Shane plucks her off the floor, smashes her face off the ring apron and rolls her back inside. Hopping up on the ring apron, Shane steps back inside, lifts Nikita up and starts kneeing her in the face, hoping to knock her out. Nikita, meanwhile, fights back and fires away with several forearms, which daze Shane, stopping his advances. Lex Robinson: We now have quite a brawl between these two. After hitting Shane with a discus forearm, Nikita bounces off the ropes and returns with a crossbody block. Steve Hebert: Yeah, but Shane catches her. In fact, he tosses her up onto his shoulders, into a fireman's carry position, and then drives her back down with a Death Valley Driver! Lex Robinson: He's making the cover... ...1...2... Lex Robinson: She kicks out, again! Steve Hebert: Jesus. Lex Robinson: I'm pretty sure that's what Shane said, too, Steve. Lifting Nikita up, Shane backs her into the corner, sits her on the top rope and climbs up onto the second turnbuckle, hooking onto her. Offering her some punches, she is quick to fire back with some punches and chops of her own, knocking Shane down to the canvas. Lex Robinson: Nikita's doesn't want to fall victim to anything from Shane Donovan. Steve Hebert: Eh, I don't blame her. He's just a slimebag, anyhow. Lex Robinson: How inconsistent of you, Steve. Steve Hebert: Thanks, Lex. Lex Robinson: Having Shane knocked back a step or two, Nikita leaps off the top turnbuckle, looking to strike Shane with a clothesline or something. However, he steps to the side, allowing Nikita to land on her feet. Coming up behind her, he latches onto her arms and twists around. Steve Hebert: Shane has Nikita upside-down, hanging from his back... Lex Robinson: Vertebreaker! Nikita has been dropped on her head! He crawls backward, laying his back on Nikita's chest, while hooking her left leg... The count is made... ...1...2...3...! Lex Robinson: The three-count is made! Shane Donovan will move on to face Billy Badson! Steve Hebert: Eh, I hope they both die, too. Lex Robinson: What an opening match we've just had. We'll see Shane a little later in the night, too. Steve Hebert: Big deal; he can beat a woman. Who can't? Afterwards, Shane has his hand raised and he calmly steps out of the ring and walks to the back, listening to cheers from the fans. Left in the ring, Nikita slowly rises to her feet, holding the back of her neck and hops out of the ring. She walks slowly to the back, slapping a few hands as she walks to the backstage area. Winner: Shane Donovan

Hanging around the backstage area, still dressed up as Morgana, is Chris Extreme. Appearing anxious for his match-up tonight, he circles around some corridors, repeating some words to himself, stopping in time to see a gaggle of gothic-dressed people huddled around. Chris Extreme: What the fuck is this? Walking up to the gothic looking people, Chris stares them all down and sneers at them, not exactly enjoying their presence. Chris Extreme: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who let you faggots in? Out of the group, one of the goths stammer back. Gothic Person: Corey Page did. Chris Extreme: He what?! Gothic Person: You heard me. Chris Extreme: How dare he! Bringing his hand up to his face, almost smudging his makeup, Chris Extreme begins to think for a minute. Chris Extreme: You goths don't scare me. I know what I've got to do with you! Seconds after saying that, he immediately attacks the group of goths like an angry pitbull. He grabs one, throws him up against the wall, while punching another in his ghostly pale face. Another goth goes to jump on Chris' back, trying to stop him, but it's no use. Chris swings him over, drops him on the floor and then curbstomps his face onto the floor. Standing alone and victorious, Chris spits on the fallen goths. Chris Extreme: I fucking hate goths. You guys scare the shit out of me with your faggy makeup and black clothes. Why don't you be more like me! Be more like my Morgy! Before walking off, Chris feels up his breasts, pretending he is his former girlfriend, Morgana. He even speaks to himself. Chris Extreme: Oh, Chrishy, you are soooooo handsome. He walks off, leaving behind a trail of beaten goths.

Singles Match Dan Black vs. Draven Lex Robinson: And now for our second contest of the night. Do you have any predictions, Steve Steve Hebert: What? We actually have more matches. I thought the fact that we were going to have to work tonight was just an... "Illusion." Har, har. Lex Robinson: Steve your terrible puns are...nevermind you're hopeless. # i am walking through your streets # # i am looking in your windows # # i am elemental now # # you'll never even know i'm there # "Elemental" by Stone Sour hits and Draven runs out from the back, hyper and jubilant, jumping up and down at a rythmic pace to the bass line of the song. He holds his head down as he continues to jump up, making it seem like a bouncy movement. He progresses himself down the ramp, as he shakes an equal amount of hands on each side of the entrance. # i am everything # # i am anything # # i am automatic # # i am yesterday # # i am everyday # # i am gonna be... # (Yeah) He still bounces up and down, as he quickly slides himself into the ring in a fashionable way. Taunting the fans, he jumps to the top rope, then gets off and jumps to the other turnbuckle, taking off his white and black tanktop. He throws it into the crowd as they cheer him on, while he goes into another corner and awaits for his match to start. Steve Hebert: Hmm...Draven sounds like a familiar name but I just can't point my finger at what it is. Lex Robinson: The name comes from "The Crow". Plus, hasn't he been with Sin Wrestling for a little while now? Steve Hebert: Probably, yes. "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. Lex Robinson: Dan Black looks like a tough opponent for Draven. Steve Hebert: But in the end the loser is me, I have to sit here and announce this match. Lex Robinson: Let's just get to the match. The referee signals for the bell and we start the match with both men locking up. Lex Robinson: Here we go. Dan Black's power beats Draven's lesser amount of strength and Draven soon hits the ground, thanks to a clothesline. Black seems to be in no hurry to go after Draven, which allows him to get up and attempts to punch Black, only to have it blocked. Steve Hebert: You stop here, Draven. Lex Robinson: Dan Black's a pretty strong guy, he isn't going to allow the much smaller Draven to manhandle him. Steve Hebert: Obviously not. Lex Robinson: Black hits him with a punch of his own and knocks Draven to the mat. Instead of just going after Draven, he waits yet again for him to get up. Lex Robinson: What is he doing? This guy could win the match if he is more aggressive! If he lets his opponent regain his strength, the match could turn against him. Steve Hebert: Lex, the problem with him is what plagues all new guys. He's a loser. Draven doesn't look much better, though. Hell, they both suck! Lex Robinson: Calm down there, Steve. Draven gets up again, and this time he, uses his speed to hit a springboard moonsault, while Black stands on his feet. Just as Black hits the ground, Draven is there to pick him up, hitting him with some punches. After the third one, it is reversed and Black throws some punches of his own. Lex Robinson: Dan Black signals to the crowd that this is the end and he attempts the, Hospitalizer but Draven reverses it into a DDT! Steve Hebert: Hey, not bad. Lex Robinson: Steve sounds impressed. I'm surprised. Steve Hebert: As you should be. Lex Robinson: What a move, this should be getting near the end! Draven makes the cover... ...1...2... Steve Hebert: Dan Black kicks out! Lex Robinson: He's just too damn strong. Steve Hebert: Thank God! After a little taunting, Draven heads for the top rope and goes for the moonsault. After stalling a bit, Draven leaps off, only to have Dan Black gets to his feet and catch him in mid-air. Lex Robinson: Uh oh. Steve Hebert: This may not be good for Draven... Lex Robinson: Having Draven on his shoulder, Dan Black points to the corner and goes to slam him in there with a Tree-of-Woe, but Draven is able to slip out! He shoves Dan Black chest-first into the corner, allowing Dan to stumble back out! Steve Hebert: Draven is on the side of the ring apron, now; on the outer portion of the ring. Lex Robinson: He springboards off the top rope and hits a flying dropkick, knocking Dan Black on his back! Draven pops right back up and drops an elbow across Black's chest. He pulls Dan Black into the corner, stomps on him, springboard moonsaults off the middle turnbuckle and pops right back, calling for the end of this match! Steve Hebert: Thank God. Lex Robinson: Climbing to the top rope, Draven leaps off, looking to hit that shooting star legdrop of his... Steve Hebert: Dan Black sits up! Draven misses! Lex Robinson: Wow, damn... Steve Hebert: I think Dan Black is hulking up; because he stands straight to his feet. Grabbing ahold of Draven, he pulls him in with a standing headscissors. Dan Black hits the Hospitalizer on Draven! Lex Robinson: Crap, you're right! He has his legs over Draven's shoulders... the count is being made... ...1...2...3! Steve Hebert: And that's all she wrote. Lex Robinson: Damn. Draven falls to the Hospitalizer Powerbomb. When Dan Black's music hits, he simply walks to the back, enjoying his victory, while Draven sits in the ring, disappointed with his loss. He rolls out of the ring and walks to the backstage area. Winner: Dan Black

Nikita sneaks up to a another locker room door and peers around the hallway before listening through the door for footsteps. She then crouches down and pulls out a bag of marbles. She begins quickly rolling them under the door one by one. She stands back up and puts her ear to the door again. Voice: Ooh marbles! A gasp, followed by a thud, is heard from inside of the locker room. Nikita opens the door and peaks her head inside to find Chris Extreme wriggling around on his back, still in his dress and wig. Holding back a laugh, Nikita watches Extreme struggle. Nikita: One for Corey Page! She closes the door and happily continues on her way, spreading her glitter that very well may be anthrax.

At the official backstage Sin Wrestling Halloween Party, where fans can mingle with the wrestlers, a camera zooms in on a bunch of costumed people. One person, wearing a gorilla mask on his face, walks up to a woman dressed in a veil. Man in Gorilla Mask: Hey, who are you? The girl in the veil doesn't respond. Man in Gorilla Mask: ...I... see... Confused, the guy in the gorilla mask seems to shrug his shoulders. Man in the Gorilla Mask: What are you here for? I'm here to watch Destiny Daniels beat Xander Gates' ass and keep that title. She's gonna get revenge for his beatdown of her. Again, the person in the veil doesn't respond. Man in Gorilla Mask: Well then! I hope Destiny Daniels kicks you ass, too! He backs up, but steps on the foot of the person that has creeped up behind him. Turning around, the guy in the gorilla costume spots someone dressed up as a priest. ...Actually, it's no one dressed up at all. In fact, it's "Father" Xander Gates and he has been listening to everything that has been said thus far. Realizing this, the man in the gorilla mask stammers out some response. Man in Gorilla Mask: Uh... uh... I'm sorry... uh... Giving the guy a punch across the head, Xander knocks the mask off, revealing the form of Ace Rodgers underneath. Xander Gates: Ace! What the Christ?! Ace Rodgers: It's... uh... well... she is gonna kick your ass! I mean, look at what you did to her! Xander Gates: What I did to her will be nothing compared to what I'll do to her tonight. Ace Rodgers: I see... I'm very, very sorry... and uh... Ace runs off. Of course, Xander makes his way after him, leaving behind the veiled figure. Once they both leave the scene, the person raises the veil and shows off the form of Destiny Daniels, smirking keenly.

Singles Match -- Contract Termination Match Regan Chambers vs. Stryker Graff Lex Robinson: Both men are in the ring and just waiting on the bell, this should be a great match. Two former World Champions duking it out to keep their jobs. Seriously, this is going to be great. Steve Hebert: Yeah, no. Former champions is key here, has beens. It's over for these two. Lex Robinson: If only you knew what you were talking about. DING DING DING! Regan charges into Stryker bending in him half with a hard straight kick to the stomach of Graff. He lands a few hard chops to Graff's back and then whips him into the ropes full force. On the return, Regan jumps and lands a perfect standing dropkick right to Stryker's chin. Lex Robinson: There's the bell and Regan wastes no time charging in on Stryker. He lands a hard kick to the abs of Stryker keeling him over, then immediatly takes advantage of the situation and whips him into the ropes, following up with a huge dropkick! Textbook, I wouldn't expect anything less. Steve Hebert: I wouldn't expect anything less from your mom. Lex Robinson: What?! With Stryker down, Regan keeps up the onslaught and drops a swift leg drop to Stryker. Steve Hebert: Oh, look at that leg drop from Regan! Right across the throat of Stryker! Lex Robinson: .....Right. Regan seems to be in control of the match and just having his way with Stryker. A hard leg drop followed up by a series of quick elbows to the throat of Stryker. Regan is doing a great job of keeping Stryker down and out. As we all know, Graff can turn the tides in a match ever so quickly. After the flurry of elbow drops, Regan covers Stryker for the quick win. 1..... KICK OUT! Lex Robinson: I'm not sure what Stryker was expecting out of that, the match has just started! Steve Hebert: It's because he's bad. Lex Robinson: You're bad. Steve Hebert: You're mom's bad. Lex Robinson: What? Regan gets back to his feet pulling Graff up with him. Chambers sets up Stryker for a suplex maneuver, but Stryker finds it in himself to get the leg up and stop it. Regan tries again but to no avail. With a loud ARGH Stryker digs down deep and reverses the suplex and lays on the mat for a moment catching his breath. Steve Hebert: Talk about Stryker coming back! Lex Robinson: ...... The ref begins his 10 count, but it doesn't matter because both men are working their way back to their feet at a decent rate. Regan is using the ropes to help himself up. He's up before Graff is, but from one knee, Graff lunges foward and nails Regan with a hard clothesline and both men go tumbling over the ropes. Lex Robinson: Stryker had to dig down deep for that one! Steve Hebert: ....That one is too easy. The ref begins his count as both men are back to their feet and exchanging punches. Stryker gets the upper hand and whips Regan into the barrier with such impact, that he flips over it and into the crowd. Neither man is obviously paying attention to the ref's count. Stryker wastes no time hopping the barrier and pulling Regan back to his feet and dropping him down onto the concrete with a hard DDT. Lex Robinson: SOMEONE BETTER GET BACK INTO THE RING! THE REF'S AT 8! WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY DOING? Steve Hebert: There's your two champions, Lex. Good call on the match, hot shot. The ref calls for the bell as both men have been counted out. Regan is pretty much out on his feet and isn't quite sure what is going on. But Stryker immediatly turns and starts shouting at the ref and hops the barrier back to the ring. Screaming, yelling, anger fills his face as he knows he's just been fired. Lex Robinson: I can't believe this. Our company has just lost two great champions, all due to no one paying attention. There has to be something we can do about this. Steve Hebert: Get over it cry baby. No one likes either of them anyway. They stink and I don't like'em. Winner: n/a

Once again, Nikita is seen tippy-toeing down the hall, obviously up to something. The camera follows her to another locker room. She peaks her head in and make sure no ones there before sneaking in and closing the door behind her. The camera focuses on the door which says "Destiny Daniels". Nikita comes back out, World Title in hand and nonchalantly walks down the hall and to a trash can, which she neatly disposes the title into. Nikita brushes off her hands and begins to walk away. Nikita: And one for me. Before the camera cuts out, it focuses on the trash can in which the title is now located.

Lust Title -- Trick-or-Treat Street Fight Flame vs. Vincent Kane The camera whips through the backstage hallways in search for any sign of Flame and/or Vincent Kane with a referee in tow. Turning a corner, they find the pair just in time to see Kane smashing a metal trash can over Flames head. Steve Hebert: Thar she blows. Lex Robinson: Looks like business has already started! Steve Hebert: And without us announcing! What a sham. Flame stumbles to a nearby table and grabs a pitcher of water. As he turns around, he douses Vincent with the ice cold water before breaking the glass pitcher across his face. Already bleeding from the forehead, Vincent uses a wall as leverage to stand his ground. Lex Robinson: There's already blood! This is going to be a brutal match. Steve Hebert: Thank god. I could use more blood. Lex Robinson: Ah, good old blood. It shall reminds us of the old days during the Sid/Zimdela Brudon feud. Steve Hebert: Who'sawhatnow? Lex Robinson: Sigh. Flame, now with a steel chair in hand, goes to swing it into Vincent's head, but Vincent is quick to move out of the way. Flame ends up strinking the wall, sending a shockwave through his arms and stunning him for a moment long enough for Kane to tackle him into the opposite wall. Lex Robinson: Damn Flames strikes the wall! From there, the match breaks out into a bar-brawl style with punches thrown from both opponents, inching closer and closer to the exit. Steve Hebert: Get back here, you two! Lex Robinson: Well, it is supposed to be a "Trick-or-Treat" Street Fight. So, I guess there's nothing wrong with fighting amongst those kids. Steve Hebert: Now that you say that, I hope they bring me back some snacks. Just before they reach the door, Vincent delivers a stiff boot to Flames stomach and hoists him up for a powerbomb through a table. Steve Hebert: Vincent Owned! Lex Robinson: Your commentary kind of sucks. Steve Hebert: Vincent isn't going for the pin! Lex Robinson: That's better. Steve Hebert: Lex just touched my nut sack! Lex Robinson: ... Steve Hebert: Pin him, you bastard, pin him! Lex Robinson: Dazed, Flame stuggles to sit back up, but is offered a little unwanted help when Vincent yanks him up by the hair and forces him to stumble outside. Flame throws a punch and Kane lets go, only to retaliate with a quick snap DDT onto the hard cement of the road. Steve Hebert: I smell a concussion.. or at least some amnesia. Flame lays still while traffic passes by on the other side of the street. He's alerted quickly, though, when one comes right for him, and he leaps into play, running across the street. Lex Robinson: Jesus! Look out! We're bound to have someone ran over here tonight. Steve Hebert: Someone better call the hospital and have a stretcher ready. Lex Robinson: For serious. Steve Hebert: Especially since Billy Badson is currently occupying one of those stretchers. Lex Robinson: With both men on opposite sides of the road, Vincent begins chucking rocks at Flame's head, missing each time. Steve Hebert: He needs a really, really sharp rock. Lex Robinson: Finally, he carefully looks both ways, and crosses the street. Steve Hebert: Always look both ways, kids. Lex Robinson: As soon as he reaches the other end, he's met in the ribs with a thick tree branch from Flame. By now, trick-or-treaters are making their way through the street, occasionally stopping to see just what the hell is going on. With Vincent buckled over, Flame slams the branch into Kane's back, then behind his knee, forcing him to collapse onto the sidewalk. Steve Hebert: A-crowd's a-gatherin'. Lex Robinson: I can see. I don't blame them. Steve Hebert: Let's hope someone starts throwing rocks at them, too. Lex Robinson: Aye. Flame then walks over to a few teenagers with president masks on and pulls out a few twenty-dollar bills. Steve Hebert: What the... Lex Robinson: Someone's gonna get sued. Steve Hebert: The Presidents of the United States are kicking Vincent Kane's ass! Lex Robinson: Hah. It certainly didn't cost them much. Steve Hebert: Even worse is that while the teenagers are beating down Vincent, Flame is just laying back, eating some Halloween candy. What the Christ?! When Flame finishes his tootsie pop, he throws the stick on the ground and then pushes the teenagers out of the way. They shrug and leave, as a result. Lex Robinson: Their job here is done. Steve Hebert: This is ridiculous. They're too old for Halloween, anyhow! Lex Robinson: You're never too old. Flame then forces Vincent to his feet, only to bash his head into the trunk of a nearby tree. When he goes to do it again, Vincent puts his hands out to stop the blow. Rather, he wraps his arm around to grab Flame's head and rams it into the tree instead. Lex Robinson: Flame goes face-first into that tree... With both stumbling around, Vincent Kane bumps into a seven year old boy. Lex Robinson: How mean, Vincent just stole that kid's candy! Steve Hebert: It's a dog-eat-dog world out there, Lex. Lex Robinson: Now he's bashing Flame over the head with it! Meanwhile, in the background, the kid is whailing over his lost candy, only to receive a wedgie from an older kid who quickly runs away. Lex Robinson: Steve, was that you who just gave that kid a wedgie?! Steve Hebert: Dear God, I wish. Lex Robinson: Dumping out the contents of the cotton bag, now, Vincent twists it up and wraps it around Flame's neck, trying to smother him. While strangling Flame, he drags him down the street and towards a small graveyard. His efforts are thwarted when Flame plants his feet in the ground and catches Vincent with a stiff punch to the face. Vincent tries to regain the advantage with a clothesline, but Flame ducks and lands a belly-to-back suplex on the cement. Steve Hebert: It's the Halloween season here, as we're near a cemetery. Hold me, Lex, hold me. Lex Robinson: I'm not touching you, you sick bastard. Get your hands off me. Steve Hebert: Fine! Sorry. Flame walks towards a nearby house, right beside the graveyard, and grabs a jack-o-lantern off of their property. Steve Hebert: Man, I'd be scared shitless if I lied in that house. With Vincent catching up, he launches the pumpkin, and Kane is taken down. He grabs the second pumpkin, walks up to the downed Vincent, and slams it right into his temple. Steve Hebert: Pumpkin guts galore! There's pumpkin guts everywhere. Holy crap. Lex Robinson: Why isn't he going for the pin?! Steve Hebert: Because he's too busy rummaging through that person's garage, duh. Lex Robinson: Now is not the time for a garage sale! After much loud banging, Flame finally emerges from the garage with a red container of gasoline in hand. Lex Robinson: Oh boy. Here we go. Steve Hebert: Typical Flame. Lex Robinson: But Vincent Kane's no where to be found! Flame begins to search out for Vincent, gasoline in hand, until he finds himself in the graveyard. Just as he passes the gates, he's met in the face with a flowery wreath that once belonged to a nearby grave. Lex Robinson: Graveyard...I'm scared, Steve. Steve Hebert: ...Did someone just turn on a fog machine for added effect? Lex Robinson: So what if they did? So what?! Flame drops the canister and dodges a superkick from Vincent. With a flower tucked neatly in his hair, Flame quickly sets Vincent up for a powerbomb and lands it. He jumps to his feet and runs for his trusty gasoline, dousing Vincent in it. Lex Robinson: Uh ohs, Flame's going to bu-- Steve Hebert: BOO! The camera cuts quickly to the arena, where Lex Robinson has fallen off his chair and wets himself. Lex Robinson: Jesus, don't do that. Steve Hebert: Screw you. Back in the graveyard, the smelly Vincent Kane stumbles to his feet and turns to face Flame who now has a lit match in his hand. As if he were taunting Vincent, he stands there gazing in the flame all witch-like. Steve Hebert: I think we're gonna have a roasted Vincent Kane... Lex Robinson: Vincent takes half a step forward and... Steve Hebert: He blows out the flame. What a reversal! Best move ever! Vincent moves forward and battles Flame with punches and kicks deeper into the cemetary. They break it up long enough for Flame to charge forward, only to be met with that superkick again. Flame tumbles to the ground. Steve Hebert: What's Vincent doing, Lex? Lex Robinson: I wouldn't know, I'm literally wallowing in my own piss right now. Steve Hebert: Haha, that's right. Vincent picks up a small, newly placed tombstone and swings it just in time for it to connect with Flames head as he gets up, knocking him into an open grave! Lex Robinson: A HEX ON YOUR SOUL! Steve Hebert: ...what? Lex Robinson: I don't know. It was something my mom used to say to me. :(! With ease, Vincent hops into the grave to make the first pin of the match. Lex Robinson: My God, that tombstone broke in half; look at it crumpled on the ground. Steve Hebert: Fuck that. We have Flame in an open grave here... and I do believe Vincent is pinning hmi... ...1...2... Lex Robinson: We have two and... ...3...! And last pin of the match. The ref reluctantly hops into the grave and raises Vincent's hand while passing him his Lust title. They both crawl out, but Vincent isn't done. The camera fades out as Vincent Kane grabs the shovel and begins throwing a foot of dirt on top of Flame's unconscious body. Lex Robinson: Well, now I can go change. Steve Hebert: Please do, you seriously fucking reak. Did you eat asparagus today? Giving up on burying Flame, Vincent throws down the shovel and heads back towards the arena, filthy and smelling of gasoline. Before the camera can cut out, though, the image of Flame rising from the grave is shown, as he walks off into the fog, shrugging off the damage done to him. Winner: Vincent Kane

Once again, Ace Rodgers is shown at the Halloween party. This time, he has his gorilla mask off, as he is now only in his gorilla suit. Walking towards the food table, he passes someone dressed like Zimdela Brudon and gets something to eat, stuffing his mouth with some chips and a sandwich. Ace Rodgers: What a good sammich. He goes to get a drink, but bumps into someone who is turned around, pouring something into the cup he is holding. Ace Rodgers: Excuse me, sir. Person: Arrrrr! When the person with the cup turns around, he shows himself to be a person dressed as a pirate. Ace Rodgers: Why, hello there. Who are you? Person: Arrrr, matey! Captain Isiah Morgan is me name! Ace Rodgers: Ah, nice costume. Captain Isiah Morgan: ...Costume? Ace Rodgers: ... With that, Ace pours himself a drink and walks away. Captain Isiah Morgan: Arrrrr! Fade out.

Purity Title Match Shane Donovan vs. Billy Badson Lex Robinson: Well, it looks like we're about to get right into our next match-up! With no music and no pyros, lights, or anything, Billy Badson steps on to the ramp from backstage, quickly making his way to the ring, ignoring the reaction from the fans. Steve Hebert: Holy shit, if this guy were any older, he'd be prehistoric. How is he even able to walk at that age? Lex Robinson: He's not even sixty, yet! That's not that old. Steve Hebert: Think about that one. Lex Robinson: Well, okay. Shut the fuck up. With Badson in the ring waiting, "The Outsider (Resident Reinhold mix)" by A Perfect Circle begins to play as Shane Donovan makes his way to the ring, his eyes scanning the crowd as he walks down the aisle, sliding into the ring. Shane removes his jacket, handing it to a stagehand before taking his place in the corner, waiting for the match to begin. ignoring the standard pageantry that comes with wrestling entrances, as he slides into the ring. Lex Robinson: I can see one thing both of these competitors have in common: they're both focused as hell on this match. Just look at the glimmer in their eyes. I see nothing but lust for the Purity Title in either's. Steve Hebert: Or would that be PURITY for the PURITY Title? Lex Robinson: ...yeah, I think you lost all of us there. Steve Hebert: I think I lost myself, too. Time to take my sorrows out on my arteries. As Steve Hebert digs in to his trademark bucket of greasy Kentucky Fried Chicken, Billy Badson scouts his opponent, keeping his eyes squarely centered on Shane Donovan. Shane, on the other hand, backs away a little, seemingly intimidated by his aging counterpart. Steve Hebert: Come on, Shane! He's about three times your age. Lex Robinson: Oh, I don't think Shane is scared of him at all...yup! Just as I thought. He was just luring Badson in so he could strike him with a stiff fist to the ear. The ref shouts a sharp warning Shane's way... Steve Hebert: But Shane doesn't give a shit. See, now that's the kind of attitude I enjoy. Lex Robinson: Good. Now swallow another thigh and shut your hole. Steve Hebert: Will do! As Badson staggers away, his ears undoubtedly ringing like ten thousand churches. Wasting no time whatsoever, Donovan swiftly moves in behind Badson, gripping the back of his head and cracking it against the mat with a sitout rear mat slam. Floating right over Billy's motionless body, Donovan goes for the pin. Steve Hebert: One! Two!!! Lex Robinson: And a kickout by Billy Badson! Steve Hebert: Xander Christ, he managed to get a two count this early on? Badson must have forgotten to drink his Ensure this morning. Lex Robinson: And Shane drags Badson right back to his feet, applying a front face lock. What could he be going for here? Steve Hebert: I don't know, but he better be careful. Badson might break a hip! Gripping Billy Badson's tights, Shane Donovan lifts him up into a vertical suplex position, holding them there for a few minutes as he backs up. Lex Robinson: Good god, ring the bell, ref! Shane Donovan just dropped Billy Badson back-first on to the turnbuckles. How cheap. Steve Hebert: Yep. Hip's broken. Lex Robinson: Well, this match continues, and Shane covers his opponent rather cockily, not even applying his full body weight in the pin. Steve Hebert: Hahaha, Shane is awesome. Lex Robinson: You would think so. Before the count reaches three, Shane Donovan pulls Badson up to his feet, breaking the count himself. Lex Robinson: How arrogant of him. Steve Hebert: Arrogant? You ever think that maybe he wants to, you know, feel like he's actually EARNED this title? Lex Robinson: Sure, whatever. Nevertheless, Donovan takes tight hold of Badson's left forearm, rocketing him across the ring and into the ropes. On the return, Shane swings a clothesline Billy Badson's way...but no! Badson ducks and instead comes bouncing back off the ropes with a running Polish Hammer, wiping Shane Donovan clean off his feet. Wasting not even a second, Badson backs into the corner, hoisting himself up to the second rope... Steve Hebert: Look at that old, fat fuck move! [while stuffing almost an entire chicken breast into his mouth, bones and all] Lex Robinson: Yes, look at him chew! Steve Hebert: Huh? On the ropes, Badson pauses for a split second, but unfortunately for him, this is just enough time for Shane Donovan to regain his senses. As Billy comes flying off with his trademark Ides of March, Shane easily rolls out of the way, leaving Badson's funny bone to strike nothing but mat. As Billy yelps in pain, Donovan quickly springs to his feet, forcing Badson up with him. Sending Badson into the corner, Shane waits for him to strike the turnbuckles chest-first, before slithering in behind like a snake and rolling the much older wrestler up, whilst applying his full body weight. Steve Hebert: One! Lex Robinson: Two! Steve Hebert: Three!!! Fuck yes. Shane wins this one! Lex Robinson: ...uh, I think you're forgetting this is two out of three falls. Steve Hebert: ....oh yeah. Whoopsies! Following the first fall, Donovan releases Badson and immediately runs off toward the ropes. Just as Badson manages to pull himself up to his feet, Shane Donovan returns, nearly smacking Badson's head clear off his shoulders with a devastating Yakuza kick. Lex Robinson: Sweet Jessica Alba being fucked by a pogo stick! Steve Hebert: You can say that again. I think Badson just had his brain kicked into an alternate reality. Look at the glaze over his eyes. Lex Robinson: Steve is right for once. Billy Badson is just lying there, staring up at the ceiling like he doesn't know where he is. Meanwhile, Donovan makes his way over to the corner, climbing up to the second rope. Steve Hebert: ! Nice. Shane Donovan just hit Billy with his own Ides of March. What an original move that is, too! Lex Robinson: Keep your mouth shut. It's a classic. Not bothering to go for the pin, Donovan stand Badson up. From there, he lifts a knee into the old man's gut, causing him to double over. Administering a standing head scissors, Shane Donovan grabs Billy around the midsection and lifts him, as if to go for a piledriver, but instead pancakes him. Lex Robinson: And right out of the pancake, Donovan flows into a crossface submission hold! Can Billy Badson survive this painful predicament? Steve Hebert: Doubtful. Wait until his arthritis kicks in. Lex Robinson: And Badson really looks like he's in a world of hurt...but wait! Just as Billy Badson's face really begins to turn a Christmasy shade of red, Shane releases the hold and stands right back up...and squashes Billy's head with his boot! Steve Hebert: You better believe it. I think he just shocked Badson's brain back into this reality. Lex Robinson: Gripping Billy's beautiful white hair, Shane sits Billy up and slaps the back of his head a few times for good measure. Steve Hebert: You are seriously gay. Lex Robinson: I'm married and very, very straight -- straight as an arrow, in fact! Steve Hebert: A broken arrow, maybe. With Billy Badson seated on the mat, Shane Donovan runs towards the ropes, bouncing off them and running back toward Badson. As Shane comes within close range of Badson, he flips forward, as if to snap Badson's neck forward. However, Billy squirms out of the way, causing Donovan to flip pointlessly through the air, landing stupidly on his back with a surprised look in his face. Steve Hebert: I can't even believe my eyes. Are you seeing how quick this fossil is bouncing around the ring tonight? Surely his heart can't take that sort of high pressure activity. Lex Robinson: Oh, quiet. Billy is up and bounces off the ropes...comes back in and...yes! He hits a nicely performed leg drop on Shane Donovan, immediately attempting a pin.... ...1 ...2 ....KICKOUT! The crowd gives a disappointed sigh, but remains on the edge of their seats as Billy Badson stands Shane Donovan up and even begins to chant, "WE WANT HEADLOCKS!" -- and Badson gives them just that. Securing a side headlock on Donovan, Badson wrenches away on the younger wrestler's head and neck. However, all of a sudden, Donovan breaks free, slipping behind Billy Badson with lightning speed -- and locking in a Clincher out of nowhere! Steve Hebert: !!!! GOD YES! Lex Robinson: OH MY GAW...I MEAN GOSH!! SHANE DONOVAN HAS BILLY BADSON LOCKED IN THE CLINCHER!!!! Steve Hebert: There goes his neck, right along with his hip! Lex Robinson: I really don't think Badson stands a chance, with all due respect. This is just...look at his face! His eyes are rolling into the back of his head... Steve Hebert: They really, really are. This deserves another thigh! [stuffing another thigh down his throat] Lex Robinson: I feel like I'm going to vomit -- but I'm sure that's nothing compared to how Billy Badson is feeling right now! And the ref checks in on him.... DING DING DING! Lex Robinson: ...and calls for the bell! This one is over....oh, for fuck's sake.... Despite the bell being rung, Shane Donovan keeps the hold locked in for a few moments, causing the ref to ignite with anger. Once Donovan finally does release the hold, the ref gets right in his face, pointing down at Badson and shouting something and pointing down at Billy, before motioning to the back for medical attention. Lex Robinson: I...something's wrong with Billy Badson. Steve Hebert: Haha, heart attack! Lex Robinson: ....I seriously think it is. Steve Hebert: Wait, what? Sure enough, Billy Badson is writhing around on the mat, clenching his chest, namely his heart region. In a matter of seconds, a swarm of EMTs storm the ring, surrounding Billy Badson, while Shane Donovan looks on. Steve Hebert: Should've retired while he had the chance. I KNEW his heart couldn't take it. Lex Robinson: You're well on your way there, fatty! Steve Hebert: Eh. Steve glances down at his empty bucket of chicken, shrugs, and reaches under the table, pulling out a box of KFC French fries and a bowl of ranch to dip them in. Lex just shakes his head and turns his attention back to the ring. Lex Robinson: Well, it's a somber finish to this otherwise great match-up. And regardless of Billy Badson's condition, Shane Donovan has achieved an amazing victory here, taking home the Purity Title. We'll keep you posted on Badson's condition as news comes in... Winner: Shane Donovan

Corey Page walks smugly down the hallway, just arriving to the building, seemingly too serious to wear a costume. He even passes the door to which the annual Halloween is being held, deciding not to stop by and join in on the ruckus. Suddenly, he notices an iridescent glitter path going throughout the hall. Corey Page: Great. What's this? He follows it curiously to his own locker room, leading to his chair. Shrugging it off, he sits down. PFFFFRRRT Corey Page: What the christ? With wide eyes, Corey searches under his butt and pulls out a woopie cushion. Bowing her head in shame, Nikita emerges from a broom closet. Nikita: Alright, fine, that one sucked. Don't be so serious. Just as she turns towards the door, a fart is heard emerging from Corey's direction. Nikita turns around and finds Page blushing and giggling like a little school-girl. Corey Page: ...It wasn't me. There's a long, awkward pause between the two before Nikita makes her way out. Corey Page: Are you shitting glitter or are you just happy to see me? Nikita leaves the room.

World Title Match Destiny Daniels vs. Xander Gates "Death March" by Black Label Society strikes the speakers, thus bringing out Xander Gates, who is dressed in a black priest's robe. Standing atop the entrance, he basks in the hatred of the fans, who continue to jeer him as he makes his way towards the ringside area. Once he rolls in, he walks into a corner to keep picking on the fans, waiting for his match to commence. Steve Hebert: It's Motherf'n Xander Gates! Everyone's favorite minister, badass, and son of a bitch. Lex Robinson: He's fighting for the World Title for the first time in 2 years, too. Steve Hebert: It's about damn time he's got a shot, Lex. Jesus almighty. Lex Robinson: Considering he hasn't been here this entire time, so... Steve Hebert: Well, why the hell didn't you tell me? Lex Robinson: Probably because you should already know these things. Steve Hebert: ...Do you realize who you're talking to?! Lex Robinson: Good point. The arena goes black and a low hiss is heard. the destiny show Destiny whispers, "Your destiny awaits." and the music, "Maneater" by Nelly Furtado fades in harshly, cranked up to its highest setting possible. Maneater, make you work hard! Make you spend hard! Make you want all, of her love! She's a maneater! Make you buy cars. Make you cut cords! Make you fall, real hard in love! Scarlet fireworks explode in chain up to the top of the entrance ramp, where the flames form a ring of fire from which Destiny emerges. She sways down the ring, an albino snake resting atop her shoulders. You wish you never ever met her at all! You wish you never ever met her at all! You wish you never ever met her at all! You wish you never ever met her at all! 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 Lex Robinson: There she is! The World Champion! Probably the most dominant champion in Sin Wrestling history, too. Steve Hebert: I dunno about that, now. Lex Robinson: I'd be willing to bet on it. Let's not forget she is currently a Tag Team Champion alongside Nikita; and she is also a former Television Champion. Steve Hebert: Ah, the Television Title, how I miss you. In opposite corners of the ring, Xander Gates and Destiny Daniels stare each other down, waiting for their big match to start. Ding, ding, ding! Lex Robinson: There's the bell! The match begins. Steve Hebert: And neither competitor moves. Go figure. Lex Robinson: Obviously, they don't want to mess-up and cause themselves the match. Steve Hebert: Eh, sometimes you just have to take a risk. This is just ridiculous. After stalling, both Xander and Destiny eventually move forward, with Xander getting in Destiny's face, talking some trash to her. Not particularly liking what he says, she fires back with a vicious slap across the face, sending a wad of spit into the audience. Lex Robinson: Oh boy. Destiny Daniels takes no guff. Steve Hebert: Atrocious. Lex Robinson: Feeling embarassed, I'm sure, Xander fires back -- by applying a side-headlock onto Destiny, the World Champion. She struggles, trying to free herself from his clutches, even pushing him up against the ropes, thereby forcing the referee to get involved and free her. Steve Hebert: If this was a Purity Title match, it'd be a rope break against Xander Gates, correct? Lex Robinson: Correct. Steve Hebert: Boy, this shit is confusing. When the referee clears both competitors, they soon lock-up again; this time with Destiny headlocking Xander. Lex Robinson: Roles are reversed here, with Xander getting headlocked by Destiny Daniels, who holds on tight. He struggles to free himself, but she maintains her balance, not allowing him to push her towards the ropes. Steve Hebert: Instead, he lifts her into the air, trying to push her off with an Atomic Whip... but to no avail. She rolls through, still hanging onto Xander's head, forcing him to roll through with the headlock. Lex Robinson: Yup, the side-headlock is still applied and both Xander and Destiny are standing to their feet. Struggling for freedom, Xander hoists Destiny into the air once again, hoping for another Atomic Whip. Steve Hebert: Instead of throwing her forward, though, Xander drops Destiny onto his right knee, giving her a stiff backbreaker! Now that's how you free yourself. Lex Robinson: Freeling the brunt of the blow, Destiny releases her hold and falls to Xander's feet, where he commences kicking and stomping at her. Placing both feet on Destiny's hair, Xander bends over, grabs onto Destiny's arms and pulls out, inadvertently plucking on her hair. Steve Hebert: If I had long enough hair, that'd hurt even me. Lex Robinson: Definitely. In any event, the referee moves in, counts to 4, and forces Xander to release the hold. If he had to hold it any longer, he could have been disqualified. Imagine that. Waiting 2 years for a title shot, only to be DQed two minutes in. Steve Hebert: Mmmm... Dairy Queen. Lex Robinson: Not that kind of DQ. Once he steps off Destiny's hair, Xander plucks the World Champ to her feet, body slams her back down, bounces off the ropes and returns with a simple elbowdrop, driving his elbow into her sternum. Snapping back up, he lifts her up with him, snap suplexes her and then stands back up to his feet, walking to her legs, picking them up and turning her over into a Boston Crab. Lex Robinson: After a series of moves performed onto Destiny, Xander now applies this submission, which he hopes will wear Destiny down, not allowing her to perform any of those big moves and kicks she likes to perform. Steve Hebert: It's a damn smart move. If you render her best parts unrepairable, you'll render her offense unrepairable, as well. Lex Robinson: Destiny's crawling to the ropes, though, reaching out for that bottom rope, which is just tantalizing her. Steve Hebert: Pull back, Xander. You need to wrench that shit in. Lex Robinson: Luckily, Destiny is able to crawl towards the bottom rope and hang on, for dear life. The referee breaks up yet another hold from Xander. Steve Hebert: This shit is getting tired. Just let them go. Shrugging off the referee, Xander gets to his feet and pays attention to Destiny, who is laying across the middle rope, trying to stand. Charging in at her, he delivers a sharp knee to her spine, sending a shockwave of pain throughout her body, thus keeping her across the rope. Lex Robinson: After he chokes her across the middle rope, Xander bounces off the opposite set of ropes, speeds back, slides under the bottom rope and lands on the floor, connecting with a throat-thrust to Destiny, much to the dismay of the fans! What a sneaky move. I thought for sure he was going to jump on her, or something. But it wasn't the case. Steve Hebert: Damn right. This just proves that Xander Gates is the man. Lex Robinson: And as Destiny holds her throat, feeling shocked from having her voice box punched, Xander reaches up and starts dragging her throat down on that same rope. Of course, the ref bursts in, trying to disrupt the choke, giving Xander another count. Steve Hebert: That referee needs to mind his own business. He should realize that this is Xander's first title shot in years. Cut him some slack, why don't he? Getting up onto the apron, still with Destiny draped over the middle rope, Xander steps onto the second rope and dives off, connecting with a legdrop onto the outer portion of the apron. Lex Robinson: Oooh! That legdrop guillotines her neck and chokes her even more. How hideous. Steve Hebert: First, he tried to wear down her body parts; now he's just trying to knock the wind out of her. This has got to be a brilliant move by Xander. He knows exactly what he's doing. You can't count him out, at all. Slingshotting himself back into the ring, Xander lands on his feet, stomps on Destiny some more, picks her up and then waistlocks suplexes her down to the mat. He goes for a cover. ...1... Lex Robinson: Xander covers Destiny, getting only a one-count, as Destiny easily kicks out. Steve Hebert: Eh, it was just a lazy cover. He just wants to you with her some more, before taking that title... you know? Grabbing Destiny by the hair, lifting her to her feet, Xander backs the champ into the corner with some chops and kicks and then positions her near the ropes. Irish-whipping her out, he leapfrogs up-and-over her, unbeknownst to him, though, she rolls through, allowing her to get to her feet. Steve Hebert: Oh crap. Lex Robinson: Because he jumped over her, Xander doesn't see that Destiny is back on her feet. When he turns around, she gives him a vicious kick... no, wait! Xander catches her leg! Steve Hebert: Haha! Yes! Good! Lex Robinson: He leg-whips her, sending her onto her back! He does it again... and again! Picking her up once more, he holds her close and delivers a vicious head-and-arm suplex! My God! He's not letting up on her! Still focusing on her leg, he walks around her, grabs her foot, turns her onto her stomach and then applies a STF! Steve Hebert: What great moves by Xander! I told you that he knows what he's doing. He's had 2 entire years to prepare for this, and now his time has come. Lex Robinson: Applying pressure to both Destiny's left leg, back and head, Xander pulls back, hoping for the best. To add insult to injury, he commences slapping the back of her skull, which surely pisses her off. Steve Hebert: Good. That way, she'll lose her cool and mess up. It's classic. Destiny shows no signs of surrender, as the referee drops down, checking to see if she submits. Lex Robinson: Each time the referee asks her, her response is always, "No!" Steve Hebert: It should be, "Owwie, oh Xander, you are so great, I can't stand your massive muscles, but I love Steve more!" Lex Robinson: The day that Destiny says that, will be the day that I shoot myself in the head. Steve Hebert: Bring it on. Lex Robinson: At least your sincere. Still stuck in the STF, Destiny is forced to face some hammering uppercut blows from Xander, who makes sure his forearm drives hard into her chin. Deciding to release the hold, he gets to his feet and starts stomping and kicking at her leg, hoping to take away her martial arts kicks. Lex Robinson: Xander's givin' the boots to Destiny's leg, hoping to see no more martial arts kicks from her tonight. For him, that'd be awful. Steve Hebert: This is Sin Wrestling, Steve. Not Sin Karate. Lex Robinson: Hey, we embrace all forms and styles here in SW: from martial arts, to submission, to hardcore brawling. It's all good to us. Steve Hebert: I also like it when people get set on fire. Lex Robinson: That was random of you. Steve Hebert: I'm a random person; what else can I say? Lex Robinson: Xander applies a standing toehold to Destiny, but she uses her free leg to kick him off, sending him into the corner. Bouncing back, he tries to drop an elbow on Destiny, wanting to keep her grounded, but she rolls out of the way. Striking his elbow off the mat, Xander slams the mat in frustration, unaware of Destiny, who wobbles up to her feet and gives him a one-legged baseball slide dropkick! Steve Hebert: Yeah, but that leg of hers is hurt. She may not be able to do much else. Lex Robinson: We'll see. Dazed from the dropkick, Xander gets to his feet, swings a fist at Destiny, who ducks out of the way, and then leaps into the air, giving him a single-leg lariat. Lex Robinson: Thanks to that leg lariat, Xander is knocked on his back, forcing him to look up to the ceiling. Steve Hebert: I bet it's a nice view. Lex Robinson: I'm sure that Destiny will give him the chance to have a nice and longer view of it. Using one leg, Destiny stomps on Xander's head, rolling him out of the ring, where he looks for safety. Unfortunately, he isn't immune to the running baseball-slide dropkick that he receives from Destiny Daniels, striking him with her "good" leg. Lex Robinson: Xander's knocked back into the ring railing, while Destiny rises up to her un-injured leg. Waiting for him to get into position, she slingshots herself forward, giving a nice slingshot plancha out onto the floor! Steve Hebert: Ack! Xander just can't get a break, now, can he? Lex Robinson: I guess not. Even better is that this gives Destiny's leg more time to recover. Steve Hebert: Ahh, but not if she keeps going moves like the one she just did. Both combatants get to their feet, with Destiny striking Xander with an upward blow. Grabbing his trunks, she rolls him into the ring, gets onto the apron and climbs to the top rope, where she waits for him to stand. She dives off with a flying crossbody. Lex Robinson: Destiny soars through the air, again... Steve Hebert: But Xander leaps up and dropkicks her, sending two feet directly into her gut! Lex Robinson: Man, she is winded after that. Steve Hebert: Xander hovers over Destiny, slaps her on the back of her stupid, slutty head and laughs at her expense. Lex Robinson: Quick rollup/inside-cradle by Destiny! Steve Hebert: Say what?! ...1...2... Lex Robinson: Argh! Xander kicks out! That was close! He was caught napping, while he talked trash to her. Steve Hebert: Jesus, that can't happen. Shocked, Xander instantly climbs to his feet and halts Destiny from getting up. Right away, he connects with a kneelift, bounces off the ropes with a clothesline, picks Destiny up and then release half-nelson suplexes her! Lex Robinson: Xander has woken up, or so it seems. Steve Hebert: After that last scare, I don't blame him. Lex Robinson: Having landed on her head, Destiny has nowhere to go, as Xander grabs a handful of her hair and hoists her up. Positioning her in a standing headscissors, he hoists her up into the air into a powerbomb position... Steve Hebert: She slips out of it, though! Son of a... Lex Robinson: She rolls forward, sunset-flipping Xander in the process. Her legs are on his shoulders, keeping him down on the mat... ...1...2... Lex Robinson: Xander rolls out of it! In doing so, he gives a jack-knife pinfall of his own, as he bridges over onto Destiny. Steve Hebert: C'mon, referee, count that shit. The referee drops down... ...1...2... Lex Robinson: Destiny bridges up-and-out of it! With her arms wrenched around Xander's waist, they both stand up, having him in a standing headscissors position of her own. Not having the strength left to lift him, though, Xander is able to easily reverse it with a Northern Lights Suplex! Steve Hebert: And there's the bridge! ...1...2... Lex Robinson: Destiny, the World Champion, kicks out! Steve Hebert: Good Jesus. I can't keep up with all of these near-falls. Lex Robinson: She's desperate to cling onto that title. Angered the lack of a three, Xander picks Destiny up and starts unloading a series of knees to her head/face region. Backing her into the ropes, he whips her out, ducks down for a backdrop, only to have her sunset-flip him. Aware of this, Xander hooks onto Destiny's legs and sits on her chest, covering her... Lex Robinson: We have another pinfall attempt...! ...1...2... Steve Hebert: Goddamnit! She kicks out again! I can't believe this shit. Lex Robinson: Xander stands to his feet, shocked and surprised that he still isn't the World Champion. He turns around, hunches over and goes to pick up Destiny, only to receive a kick from her right leg. Steve Hebert: She's lucky she didn't use her left. Lex Robinson: Destiny pops up and starts unloading some chops and slaps onto Xander's chest; finishing with a vicious European Uppercut. Using her right leg, she starts crescent kicking Xander, knocking him up against the ropes. However, when she switches legs, things change. Because of the damage Xander has already done to her left leg, when she strikes him, it takes a toll out of her. And Xander realizes this. Steve Hebert: Good! She just stands there, holding her left leg. Lex Robinson: Picking up on this, Xander sidesweeps her left leg out from beneath her, resulting in her falling on her back. Draping her left knee over the bottom rope, he propels himself into the air and comes crashing down, delivering a knee to Destiny's knee! Steve Hebert: It's some hot, hot knee-on-knee action. Picking Destiny up, he wraps her left leg around the middle rope and starts kicking at it, wishing to render her completely immobile. Pulling her into the center of the ring, he gives her a harsh kneebreaker, sending pain shooting up her entire leg. When the time is right, he extends her leg, steps back and legwhips it once again. Lex Robinson: Destiny lets out a loud, shrill cry! Steve Hebert: I don't blame the bitch. She can barely walk. Lex Robinson: He slides her into the center of the ring, leaving her leg extended, while he walks into the corner and starts climbing to the top turnbuckle pad. Looking over his right shoulder, he moonsaults back, hoping to land on her leg... Steve Hebert: Bad move, Xander! Bad move! Lex Robinson: She rolls out of the way, and Xander hits nothing but the mat! Steve Hebert: And now she's rolling him up. Oh God, why... Lex Robinson: Destiny Majistral Cradles Xander... ...1... Lex Robinson: One... ...2... Lex Robinson: ...two... ... Steve Hebert: He kicks out! Phew! Holy Jesus, that was too close. Lex Robinson: This time, it's both Xander and Destiny who are worn-down and frustrated. They both get to their feet at approximately the same time, Destiny showing off her wobble, while Xander lifts himself up using the top rope. He catches Destiny off-guard by trying to quickly hit the "X Marks the Spot", but she wiggles her way free, thanks to a series of harmful elbows. Steve Hebert: Damnit, he can't hit it. Lex Robinson: He was only able to arc her up a little bit. As a result of her elbows, she is able to stand behind him, and hit the Serpent's Strike! She brings him down and locks in the Cottonmouth! Steve Hebert: Oh, fuck no. Come on, Xander! Laying on the canvas, Xander has nowhere to go, except lie down and absorb the pain from Destiny's move, which has finished off quite a few people. Steve Hebert: Don't tap! For the love of God, don't tap! Lex Robinson: He's tapping! Xander Gates has just tapped out! Destiny Daniels retains the World Title! Steve Hebert: Ah, fuck. Once the bell rings, signalling the end of the match, Destiny releases the hold and is given her World Title. Trying to shake off the pain in her left leg, she scurries to the back, trying to revive feeling in it. In the meantime, Xander Gates gets to his feet, holding his shoulder area, not believing that he has just lost. In fact, he even kicks the bottom rope in a fit of rage. Winner: Destiny Daniels

The camera switches to the backstage area, where a television monitor is displaying the result of the previous match. To the side is a jack-o-lantern that has a candle flickering inside of it, which gives off a creepy vibe, as the camera slowly peels back, revealing Chris Extreme's face. Having washed off some of the makeup he was wearing, Chris stands up, showing that he is still wearing the same hotpink dress, but now, he has a shopping cart full of plunder next to him. In the cart there's the broken chair that he had been carrying around his neck for weeks; some bottles of liquor, which he probably drank out of and emptied; and even a decorated cross that had been decorated for Halloween. From inside of the cart, he pulls out another half-empty bottle of liquor, takes a long swig of it, allowing it to pour down over the dress and pink wig he is wearing. When he is done, he whips off the pink wig, tosses it into the cart, and yanks off the hotpink dress, dropping it on the floor. Now wearing only his boxers, complete with a raging erection, Chris smashes the bottle down into the cart, splintering glass everywhere. He then shoves the cart forward, ready for his big match.

Vincent Kane is seen walking through the dark parking lot towards his car, returning from his title defense with Flame. As seen by their brawl, he is covered in clay, trash and god knows what-else. However, his eyes go wide as he views the scene in front of him. The camera turns to a car completely trashed with pumpkins, eggs, toilet paper; the works. Behind a cement beam, Nikita is seen snickering quietly, a bag of candy in hand. But Vincent shrugs, not saying anything.... Vincent Kane: Meh... He then walks to the next car -- his actual car -- gets in, and drives away. Confused, Nikita emerges from the shadows and looks at the damaged car. She peeks into the backseat and sees her pair of backup Tinkerbell wings. Nikita: FUCK! A random Sin Wrestling official arrives on the scene. Official: Holy cow, what happened to Lex's new car?! First, it was demolished by Flame and Vincent Kane... and now... this! Boy, he is gonna be pissed. Upon hearing that, Nikita slithers away, smirking a little bit.

Auschwitz Prison Deathmatch Corey Page vs. Chris Extreme The lights in the arena dim and a single spotlight flashes down to the ringside area, showing off the twisted structure that has been built up around it. A cage made purely out of boards and nails, complete with strands of barbed-wire spliced between the wooden rungs, wrapped around each piece of wood, even with a barbed-wire wrapped table in one corner and a barbed-wire chair in another. Lex Robinson: It's main event time here at Illusions 3! At our first Illusions show, we had Regan Chambers and Tony Millennia battle it out in an intense showdown. Then last year, we had a Hell in a Cell for the World Title, which of course Tony Millennia won, beating out Gwenivere Jordan, Stryker Graff and Cyber Trooper. Steve Hebert: Good times; great memories. Lex Robinson: Indeed. This year, however, we have Corey Page and Chris Extreme stepping into that ring... which has been modified with a barbed-wire and wooden cage, and they will definitely tear each other apart. Steve Hebert: Not only that, but it's for complete control over Sin Wrestling. Suffice to say, if Corey Page wins, I riot. Lex Robinson: Yeah, I'd like to see you try it. Steve Hebert: Trust me, I will. Lex Robinson: In any event, the winner walks away with everything... they gain complete control. I'm sure once Corey Page wins, he will correct all of the wrongs going on within Sin Wrestling right now. I mean, someone has to... Rammstein's heavy German music of "Sonne" blasts the speakers. Dear world, I hate punks. I hate goths. I hate sluts. I hate niggers. I hate spics. I hate chinks. I hate sand niggers. I hate tee-pee niggers. I hate eskimos. I hate Jews. I hate Jesus. I hate Muhammad. I hate Buddah. I hate labels, racial slurs, and atheists. I do, on the other hand, like hot fudge sundaes. Love, Chris Extreme p.s. I'm the world's greatest asshole. "Sonne" booms louder and Chris Extreme marches out exposing the Nazi tattoo on his bare chest, pushing the shopping cart towards the ringside area. Dragging behind his feet is the hotpink dress that he ripped off earlier, which he kicks into the audience. Steve Hebert: Your Sin Wrestling owner... leader... and overall good guy is right here! Lex Robinson: He's arguing with several fans, so don't think he's that great of a person. Steve Hebert: Well, the fact that he is tossing his cart into the ring, through the rows of boards and barbed-wire is good enough for me. Look at all that stuff tip out of it, too. After throwing the cart into the ring, Chris Extreme slides in with it, making sure to duck beneath a wooden board and some barbed-wire strands. Once he stands, he grabs a half-broken bottle of whiskey, apparently ready to use it as a weapon. He stands, waiting for his nemesis, Corey Page, to make his way out. Lex Robinson: We're just seconds away from getting things underway. Once Corey Page gets out here, the roof will no doubt blow off this place. Steve Hebert: And this entire place will likely collapse. Lex Robinson: Uh, hopefully not. Anyhow... here we go... You must die! I alone am best! #I hope ya flip some guy the bird #He cuts you off and you're forced to swerve #In front of the Beatles' tour bus #A bookmobile and a mack truck #Hauling hazardous biological waste #The light turns red, you have no brakes #And "Hard Copy" gets it all on tape #So you can see the look on your face #Die Die Die Die Die Die Die #Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Bloodhound Gang's "I Hope You Die" plays across the speakers, bringing everyone to their feet, waiting for Corey Page to come out. After several seconds of waiting, and still no Corey, everyone gets a big surprise... Lex Robinson: Where is he? Steve Hebert: Kidnapped, with any luck. Lex Robinson: Wait... wait... what's this? Lex is referring to the horde of goths that make their way out past the curtain and head towards the ring. Goths of all sizes instantly swarm around the ringside area, startling Chris Extreme, who clutches the broken bottle, not knowing what to do. Steve Hebert: It's like some sort of goth convention in here! Is Marilyn Manson playing here or something... or what?! Lex Robinson: I have no idea. Everyone knows Chris Extreme hates goths... and that hatred is just hidden fear. Steve Hebert: Like a swarm of bugs, these fuckin' goths gather 'round the ringside area, all staring Chris Extreme down... with Corey Page's music still playing in the background. What the shitting shit? Lex Robinson: I have no clue.... however, these goths are sliding into the ring! They are going after Chris Extreme! Steve Hebert: They can't do that! Wait... can they? Lex Robinson: I... uh... I dunno! Either way, Chris Extreme is squaring off with them, stabbing one with the broken bottle, grabbing another and tossing him up against the barbed-wire ring, punching another and kicks some other goth. However, the numbers are just too much, as he is soon completely surrounded and is given a pre-match beatdown! By a bunch of goths, no less. Steve Hebert: This is ridiculous! Lex Robinson: He gets what he deserves, I say. Finished beating Chris down, all of the goths soon depart the ring and exit through the fans, leaving the announcers bewildered. Steve Hebert: This is not good! This shouldn't have happened! Furthermore, where the fuck is Corey Page?! As if on cue, "Seattle Was A Riot" by Anti-Flag, Corey Page's old theme music, blasts across the speakers, sending the fans rising to their feet once again. Lex Robinson: That's Corey Page's old theme song! Steve Hebert: No shit. Popping out from behind the curtains, Corey Page steps out onto the stage to a thunderous ovation. Decked out in his wrestling gear, he quickly makes his way to the ringside area, where he slips in between the boards and barbed-wire, maintaining his focus on Chris Extreme, who has now risen, shrugging off the previous gothic beatdown he received. Lex Robinson: There he is! It's Corey Page! Steve Hebert: Don't wet your panties! Lex Robinson: I'm afraid I've gone far beyond that stage. Steve Hebert: ... Lex Robinson: Corey slides inside, slipping past the boards and barbed-wire and goes straight after Chris Extreme. For the first time since his return, Corey Page lays his hands on Chris and it's not looking too good for that ugly Nazi. Steve Hebert: A beaten-down Chris Extreme receives a barrage of punches from Corey Page, thus angering Morgana. Lex Robinson: Oh Jesus. Morgana dumped Chris Extreme years ago. He needs to get over it, you need to get over it; everyone needs to get over it. Steve Hebert: I just want to sniff her panties. Actually, no, scratch that. I want to lick her panties. Lex Robinson: You're f'n disgusting. Steve Hebert: Fine! I'll just eat her tampon! Catching Chris off-guard, Corey sweeps his enemy off his feet and continues punching at his skull, wanting to destroy him. Throwing Corey to the side, Chris hopes to gain the advantage, as he reaches out for the half-broken bottle, trying to stab Corey with it, but to no avail. Before he can come anywhere near, Corey kicks his arm, forcing Chris to drop it. Lex Robinson: There'll be no stabbings here tonight. At least not by Chris Extreme, if Corey has his way. Steve Hebert: Well, Corey is picking up that bottle. So, I guess it's all right for him to stab Chris, hmm? Lex Robinson: Considering all of the things Chris has done, I'd be okay with it. Steve Hebert: You're the real monster here. Lex Robinson: Corey opts not to stab Chris with it, though. Instead, he hoists the bottle into the air and smashes it over Chris' skull, obliterating it, sending it into shards! Steve Hebert: Goddamn! Chris falls on his ass, landing on that cart, which keeps him up. Lex Robinson: From out of the cart, Corey Page pulls out that dented chair, which was formerly wrapped around Chris' skull for weeks. Seeing him without it is pretty weird, now. Steve Hebert: I agree. I got pretty accustomed to it, myself. Lex Robinson: You're about to get accustomed to it again, as Corey holds that chair high above his head and... BAM! Lex Robinson: And he whacks it across Chris' skull, knocking him back over the cart, forcing a carved-pumpkin to roll out from inside. Picking the pumpkin up, Corey holds throws it at Chris's body, forcing it to clump against his back, nearly pushing Chris up against the boards and barbed-wire. Steve Hebert: Phew. That was close. Chris has to be sure to stay away from that barbed-wire shit. It'd tear him to pieces. I swear. Lex Robinson: Pulling a light tube out from the shopping cart, Corey measures Chris up, allowing him to stand; but not before smashing that light tube over the back of Chris' bald head! Chris goes head on into the ropes, but luckily stays far enough away from the barbed-wire. Steve Hebert: Agh. The back of his head is bleeding. Lex Robinson: Damn right. He's busted open already, and the match is just starting. I can only imagine how he'll be at the end. Steve Hebert: No worries. Allowing Chris to rise again, Corey steps back, proud to see the blood flow from the wound on Chris' head. Once Chris turns around, Corey decides to rush towards him, hoping to nail him with some sort of clothesline-attempt, but Chris realizes his predicament. Side-stepping to the left, he pushes Corey past him, almost sending him face-first into the wodden and barbed-wire cage wall. Steve Hebert: Corey just tried to escape Concentration Camp there! Lex Robinson: Whoa. He almost got a face-full of barbed-wire and wood... Steve Hebert: Chris turns around... he's going to make sure Corey goes into it. He charges at Corey... Lex Robinson: In turn, Corey ducks and backdrops Chris Extreme through the air! He lands upside-down against the side of the cage! The barbed-wire digs into Chris's back, peeling away at his flesh, as he crumbles back to the mat! Tricklets of blood now pour down his back...! Steve Hebert: Ah, Jesus. Fuckin' typical Corey Page. Always sneaking his way out of something. Lex Robinson: You won't be saying that if he signs your paycheques. Steve Hebert: True. Good point. Lex Robinson: Capitalizing on this, Corey springs into action and immediately starts hammering away at Chris, sending punches and kicks to both his back and head. He lifts Chris up, chops him a few times and then bashes his skull off a wooden beam, which is almost wrapped in barbed-wire! Steve Hebert: This is terrible. Poor Chrishy. I blame those awful, awful goths. Lex Robinson: The fans are roaring out in approval of Corey's beatdown of Chris Extreme. Corey whips him across the ring and goes for a clothesline... Steve Hebert: It's ducked! Chris bounces off the opposite set of ropes and storms back with a leaping back elbow, which catches Corey off-guard. Holding his jaw, Corey steps back, trying to reconfigure himself, while an already-bloody Chris Extreme quickly snaps back up to his feet. Grabbing onto the dented chair, he waits for Corey's attention to focus on him. Lex Robinson: Chris whistles out to Corey, who turns around... Chris flings the chair at Corey, forcing him to catch it. Lex Robinson: Corey grabs the chair... but Chris punches it into Corey's face! The seat of that chair bashes off Corey Page's skull; and just like Chris Extreme moments ago, Corey Page finds himself tumbling over that cart. Steve Hebert: Look at that bloody, wicked grin on Chris' face. He knows what he did was brilliant. Taking the chair, he uses the edge of it to stick into Corey's neck, keeping him down by also grinding a foot into Corey's back. Give him hell, Chrishypoo. Lex Robinson: Finished with the chair, Chris tosses it aside and lifts Corey up. After striking him with a headbutt, swapping forehead blood, Chris grabs Corey by the hair and throws him headlong into the side of the cage, smearing his face up against the wood and barbed-wire! Steve Hebert: Holy tit-shitting fuck! Chris Extreme is just pounding Corey's face off one of those boards that has the barbed-wire wrapped around. Furthermore, he hauls a bloody Corey Page back and Russian legsweeps him onto the cart, bashing the back of his skull off the steel. Lex Robinson: Deciding not to go for the pin, Chris stands right back up, stomps on Corey and turns his attention to the cage. He starts climbing the side of it, standing on the wooden planks, holding himself in the air, measuring Corey up, as he lays across the cart. When the time is right, Chris dives off, looking for a headbutt... Steve Hebert: He jumps... oh crap... Lex Robinson: Corey moves! As a result of Corey rolling off the cart, Chris Extreme's body slams on top of the cart, squishing it, smashing all of the contents inside, including the cross and light tubes. In the meantime, Corey Page rolls into the corner, latches onto the barbed-wire wrapped chair and commences slamming it across Chris Extreme's back. Lex Robinson: Corey Page is wailing away on Chris Extreme's back with that barbed-wire chair! Flesh is just shredding off Chris' back! They just want to beat the hell out of each other. Dropping the barbed-wire chair to the mat, Corey hoists Chris up, places him in position for a piledriver and goes to drive him onto the chair, but Chris fights off, hitting a lowblow. Steve Hebert: Chris says, "Fuck you!" to Corey's attempts at a piledriver. Lex Robinson: Chris Extreme, who has a shredded back and head, turns the momentum around and proceeds to suplex Corey Page onto the barbed-wire chair! Holy cow! Steve Hebert: It was more of a brainbuster. Sweet Jesus. Lex Robinson: Wanting to get out of the match, Chris rolls over onto Corey, going for the cover... Steve Hebert: Don't do it, Chris! Beat him up some more. Lex Robinson: He doesn't want that, though. He wants out of this, as soon as possible. He wants to walk out with the entire company in his hands. Steve Hebert: Well... nothing wrong with that. Lex Robinson: As compared to Corey Page, who wants to cripple Chris Extreme. Steve Hebert: How awful! The referee starts the count... ...1...2... Lex Robinson: Corey kicks out! Steve Hebert: Son of a whore. Lex Robinson: Chris is as angry as you, Steve. He begins punching Corey's head, wanting to burst him open even further, apparently getting what he wishes. Picking Corey up, he whips him into the open corner and follows in with a running shoulderblock into the turnbuckle pads. He whips Corey into the opposite set of ropes and charges in, hitting the same type of shoulderblock! Steve Hebert: Next, he grabs that barbed-wire steel chair and sets it up in the original corner. Walking over to Corey Page, he slams a fist into his temple and goes to Irish-whip him out. Lex Robinson: Corey reverses the whip! He sends Chris Extreme charging head-first into the corner, forcing him to slam his bald head into the barbed-wire chair! Even worse, the cage is in the way and doesn't budge as Chris storms into the corner. As Chris lays there, blood dripping from his skull, laying next to the barbed-wire cage and wooden boards, Corey Page storms in from the opposite corner and hits a running dropkick to Chris's rear end, thrusting him face-first against the cage. Having Chris lay up against the cage, Corey bounces off the furthest set of ropes and bounces back, hitting a baseball slide dropkick to Chris, squishing him against the cage, even further. Lex Robinson: Man, oh man, Corey Page is getting his revenge on Chris Extreme and all of the things that he has done. Walking over to the plunder that fell out of the shopping cart, Corey picks up a barbed-wire baseball bat, walks over to Chris Extreme and then places it in front of Chris' skull, grinding the bat against his flesh. Steve Hebert: Jesus, look at the blood dripping from Chris' head. This is horrible. Lex Robinson: What's horrible is all the shitty things Chris Extreme did. Steve Hebert: No way; that was awesome. Lex Robinson: Corey lifts Chris up, standing him on the side of the apron, in between the ropes and the cage. Still with the bat in his hands, Corey steps back, winds the bat up and springs it forward, catapulting it into Chris' stomach, knocking him back against the cage! Steve Hebert: Oh, hell no. Lex Robinson: Hell yes. I think Corey Page just hit one out of the park with that barbed-wire wrapped baseball bat! Steve Hebert: I think Chris' large intestine just flew out of his mouth. Lex Robinson: Wouldn't that be something. Setting Chris up so that he is laying across the top rope, Corey Page climbs the side of the cage, trying to stay away from the barbed-wire wrapped boards. Turning around, he leaps off, nailing a flying legdrop to the back of Chris Extreme's head, sending him back into the ring. Lex Robinson: Corey flies through the air and hits a big legdrop from the side of the cage! Holy shit! Steve Hebert: Argh. He turns Chris over and commences pounding the life out of him with a flurry of punches. This is horrific. Lex Robinson: Like a scolded child, Chris desperately tries to get away from Corey Page's fury, but finds nothing but a barbed-wire cage, which blocks his path. Steve Hebert: Go figure. Lex Robinson: Coming up from behind, Corey Page... Steve Hebert: And I used to think that Corey Page was the one who got it from behind. Lex Robinson: Uh... anyhow, Corey bashes Chris's face off a wooden plank, making sure his now blood-red face smacks right off a strand of barbed-wire. Steve Hebert: Imagine, this is almost exactly how millions of Jews died. Fast forward to today, where millions of Jews now control the world in an underground Illuminati. Lex Robinson: Say what? Steve Hebert: It's what Mel Gibson told me. Lex Robinson: ...You don't know Mel Gibson. Steve Hebert: Hey, it's what I think he'd say, anyhow. Bouncing off the ropes and returning with a leaping knee to the back of Chris' skull, thereby smashing his face against the wood and wire, Corey Page decides to slide him back inside, grab the barbed-wire chair and bash it across his chest. Steve Hebert: Great... the chair to his chest. The only spot of his body that wasn't bleeding. Except... except for his cock. Lex Robinson: You shouldn't speak so soon. Dropping the chair, Corey picks up the barbed-wire baseball bat, walks around to Chris' feet and then gently... oh, what am I saying? He hammers Chris in the gonads with that baseball bat! So much for his genitals not bleeding, Steve! Steve Hebert: His poor cock! What will Morgy do, now?! Lex Robinson: Oh God, shut up. Rolling around in pain, Chris holds his testicles, while his boxers slowly turn red, with Corey Page standing over him, proud of this beatdown. Bouncing off the ropes, Corey storms back with a baseball-bat drop-shot to Chris Extreme's forehead, keeping him down-and-out. Not going for any sort of cover, Corey lifts Chris up and hoists him up into a back-suplex position. Lex Robinson: Corey has Chris lifted up into the air... Steve Hebert: Oh no... oh Jesus... Lex Robinson: Going full speed ahead, Corey charges forward and smashes Chris up against the barbed-wire cage, dropping him against it. Steve Hebert: Chris was almost left hanging upside-down, too. This is depressing. Lex Robinson: Turning his back on Chris, Corey looks towards the barbed-wire wrapped table that lays in the corner. Pulling it out into the center of the ring, Corey sets it up in a standing position and turns towards Chris Extreme, who is still rolling around in agony. Steve Hebert: That bastard is walking over to Chris with a swagger in his step. Poor Chrishy... he is lifted up and is about to have his head smashed off that table.... no, wait! Lex Robinson: Using his hands, Chris halts himself, elbows Corey, grabs Corey's hair and then smashes his face off the barbed-wire wrapped table! Steve Hebert: Haha, excellent! You can't count Nazis out -- ever! Lex Robinson: Except for when they kill themselves during a paranoid methamphetamine-induced breakdown? Steve Hebert: ...Yes. Lex Robinson: Oookay. Kneeing Corey in the chest, Chris tries to roll him onto the barbed-wire table, but receives some fight from his nemesis. Corey sends an elbow to Chris' chest, trying to fight his way to safety, only to have Chris fire back by delivering a bionic elbow to Corey's neck. For the second time, Chris bashes Corey's face off the table, resulting in massive bloodflow to stream down the former Sin Wrestling owner's face. Steve Hebert: Chris is storming back! He knows Corey very well and he knows how to agitate him and how to beat him down. Not only that, but he's looking for a quick victory, which can give him the edge in a possible surprise defeat. Lex Robinson: You're damn right. As Corey rolls back, holding his face, Chris throws him face-first against the cage. When he bounces back, Corey is so consumed with the bloodflow, that he doesn't realize that Chris schoolboy rolls him up... Steve Hebert: He's gonna do it! Chris is going to do it! He'll be the official owner...! ...1... Steve Hebert: The element of surprise will give him full control... ...2... Steve Hebert: Come on... ... Lex Robinson: Corey kicks out! Steve Hebert: No! Goddamnit! No! Angered at the lack of a three, Chris slams his fast off the mat, hooks onto Corey's hair and starts punching away at his head with reckless abandon. Lifting Corey up, he hip-tosses him onto the near-flattened cart and starts stomping on him, wishing to bust him up even more. Lex Robinson: Pissed-off, Chris Extreme slowly stumbles to his feet, washes some of the blood off his face and grabs the barbed-wire wrapped baseball bat that was used on his testicles earlier. Lifting it up, he examines it, glares at Corey and then blasts it across Corey's ribs, watching as the barbed sticks into Corey's flesh! Steve Hebert: What a great sight. Lex Robinson: Placing the bat across Corey's face, Chris gets the dented chair which used to be wrapped around his skull, holds it into the air and crashes it down onto the bat, which therefore cuts into Corey's face! Steve Hebert: Oh yeah, that's the stuff. Make him squirt, Chris. Make him squirt just like Lex's wife. Lex Robinson: Zuh? Steve Hebert: Nevermind. Dropping down to Corey's side, relinquishing the chair, Chris grabs hold of the barbed-wire bat and uses it to crossface Corey Page. Making sure the razor-wire stabs into Corey's flesh, Chris yanks back, hoping to not only stretch Corey, but to also carve him wide open. Steve Hebert: See? Chris is not only a season brawler, but a great technician! Look at that crossface hold he has on Corey there! Lex Robinson: [sarcastic] Yeah, isn't it wonderful? Steve Hebert: It really, really is. Once he releases his grip, Chris crawls towards the toppled cart and pulls out the broken cross, which has light tubes connected to it. Feigning urination on it, Chris mocks the crowd, flips Corey off, hoists it into the air and brings it crashing down across Corey Page's back, senting lighttube particles everywhere. Steve Hebert: Smashing! Simply smashing! Lex Robinson: From inside the cart, Chris next pulls out a pumpkin which has been cut-in-half. Placing one half on top of Corey's head, Chris grabs the barbed-wire bat and swings at Corey's head! Steve Hebert: Bam! Grand slam! The ball is way out of here! Lex Robinson: Swinging the bat so hard, Chris knocks the pumpkin piece of Corey's head, sending it flying towards the cage! Steve Hebert: Think they had pumpkins in Auschwitz Prisons? Lex Robinson: Ripping a strand of barbed-wire off the side of the cage, Chris Extreme wraps it around Corey's neck, choking him with it, while digging it into his skin. Steve Hebert: Don't ignore my question, Lex. Lex Robinson: Just shut up and watch the damn match. Steve Hebert: Fine. I'll sit and watch Chris Extreme continue to kick Corey Page's ass. Forcing Corey up to a kneeling position, Chris continues to choke Corey with the wire, even going as far as too place his right knee into Corey's spine, pushing hmi forward. Once he gets Corey up to a standing position, Chris lifts him up onto his shoulder, allowing his head to lean forward. Lex Robinson: Charging into the corner, Chris bashes Corey's face off a plank of wood and wire! He drops Corey face-first onto the barbed-wire chair! Steve Hebert: But he's not done yet! Lex Robinson: Indeed. He's lifting Corey up onto his shoulder again, putting him in the same position -- his head leaning forward. Chris charges ahead... Steve Hebert: Oh shit, Page slips out! Lex Robinson: Not only that, but he pushes Chris Extreme front-first into the cage! Blammo! Steve Hebert: Son of a.... No! Lex Robinson: When Chris bounces back, he walks right into the Youthanasia/Reverse "Russian Legsweep" from Corey Page -- onto the barbed-wire wrapped chair, nonetheless! Steve Hebert: No! No! Lex Robinson: Ever-so-slowly, Corey rolls Chris onto his back, while strands of barbed-wire from the chair unpeel from his face... he makes the cover... The referee starts the count... ...1... Lex Robinson: There's one... ...2... Steve Hebert: Kick out, Chris! ... Lex Robinson: Here it comes... thr... NO! Steve Hebert: CHRIS KICKS OUT! Holy Jesus almighty! Has anyone ever kicked out of the Youthanasia before? Lex Robinson: I'm not sure, but... Steve Hebert: Hahaha, you can't kill a true Nazi, motherfuckers. And Chris Extreme is the lord of the Nazis. In a match like this, there is no beating him. Lex Robinson: Frustrated, Corey Page sits up, equally as amazed as everyone else. Steve Hebert: You know, he only kicked out because I told him to. Lex Robinson: Sitting Chris up, Corey rises to his own feet, wipes some blood from his brow and kicks Chris in the lower-back region, trying to figure out what to do next. Steve Hebert: Looks to me that he is grabbing that baseball bat, which was just raked across his face not too long ago. Lex Robinson: Holding it like a golf club, Corey Page whacks it off Chris Extreme's back, sending a shockwave up his spine! Steve Hebert: Oh man, Chris may not be able to walk after that shot. Lex Robinson: If we're lucky. Still with the bat in hand, Corey hoists Chris up, backs him into the corner with shots from the bat, where he continues to deliver a barrage of knees to Chris' groin. Lifting Chris up onto his shoulder, Corey sits his nemesis on the top rope, turns his back and picks up the two chairs that remain in the ring. Opening them up, he sits them in front of each other, picks up the cart and lays it onto the chairs. Steve Hebert: Oh great. Corey Page is taking time out to do an architecture lesson. Lex Robinson: No, that's not it, at all. He's putting the cart on top of the chairs, getting ready to smash Chris onto them. Steve Hebert: Well then! That's not good. Lex Robinson: Not for that asshole, Chris Extreme. Returning his gaze into the corner, Corey climbs to the top rope, joining Chris up above. Hammering some fists into Chris' skull, Corey attempts for a top-rope huracanrana, but has his move thwarted. Lex Robinson: Chris hangs on! Steve Hebert: Good! Lex Robinson: Again, Corey tries for another huracanrana, but to no avail. Steve Hebert: Chris is hanging on for dear life. Reaching up, he lowblows Corey Page, who hunches over on the top rope. Taking advantage of this, Chris grabs Corey's head and slams it several times into a nearby wooden plank, shaking him up even more. Lex Robinson: Hell, Chris is climbing to the top turnbuckle, taking a place alongside Corey. This is nuts. What's he up to? Steve Hebert: He has Corey bloodied and staggered. That's all I know. It's good enough for me. Lex Robinson: Both men stagger back-and-forth on the top rope, trying to gain advantage. Just like before, Chris bashes Corey's skull off the side of the cage, wrenching his face up against a piece of wood to swing momentum in his favor. Up here, Chris knees Corey in the gut and standing headscissors him... Steve Hebert: This is all going down on the top rope... Lex Robinson: This is nuts... they're teetering... something's going to happen... True to Lex's word, Chris pulls Corey up into the air into a powerbomb position and dives off the top rope, delivering a flying Power Trip Powerbomb to Corey, who smashes onto the cart, breaking both the dented chair and the barbed-wire chair! Lex Robinson: Holy shit! Listen to these fans! Look at these two! Good lord! Steve Hebert: Before this, they were bloodied, beaten and bruised. And now... now, I'm pretty sure they are dead. Lex Robinson: Wherever Chris got that cart from, I hope they're not wanting it back. It's as flat as a pancake. Steve Hebert: It's as flat as your sister, too. The first to rise, Chris Extreme stumbles to his feet and tip-toes towards the barbed-wire wrapped table. Setting it up near the side of the cage, Chris focuses on Corey Page, lifts him to his feet and jams a knee into his gut. He then suplexes Corey onto the barbed-wire table, but not giving the suplex enough force, keeping the table from breaking. Lex Robinson: Chris has Corey laid out on that barbed-wire table. As he's laying there, barbed-wire tears into Corey's flesh. He is still out from being powerbomb off the top rope, onto the shopping cart and through those two chairs. Steve Hebert: I guess this'll make Chris' descent that much easier, eh? Because now that he has Corey in position, Chris is climbing the side of that cage. Lex Robinson: Now what's he doing? The last time he tried something such as that, he missed and went head-first into that cart. Steve Hebert: Things change; and this time, he has Corey laid out perfectly. Slowly but surely, Chris climbs the side of the cage, not minding the barbed-wire that pierces his hands as he climbs higher and higher. Eventually, he is about 3/4 of the way to the top, when Corey Page begins to move on the table. Lex Robinson: He's moving! Corey Page is moving! Steve Hebert: Oh no... Lex Robinson: Almost ripping his skin off, Corey slides off the table, looks up and sees Chris Extreme climbing to the top, unaware that Corey is now free! Steve Hebert: He should have tied him in with the barbed-wire. Lex Robinson: It's too late for that, as he is nearing the top. Steve Hebert: Oh God, how awful. Lex Robinson: Even with the gash on his head and the cuts on his body, Corey Page starts climbing up the side of the cage, going much faster than Chris Extreme, who is still unaware of Corey Page's locale. Steve Hebert: He'll know in a minute, I'm sure... Lex Robinson: Seriously. Because Corey just grabs onto Chris' ankle, scaring the bejesus out of him. Steve Hebert: At least he didn't fall! It's all good, right? Lex Robinson: I suppose so. Turning around, Chris desperately tries to stomp at Corey's head/face/fingers, trying to knock him down a step or two, but he gets no luck. Steve Hebert: Kick him harder, Chris! Lex Robinson: He's way up in the air, I don't think he can hear you. Steve Hebert: I'll be damned. Lex Robinson: This is almost reminiscient of the scene a few minutes ago, where both men were perched on the top turnbuckle. Steve Hebert: Yeah, except this time, they're higher. Lex Robinson: Pretty much. If they fall from here, who knows what'll happen. Steve Hebert: Maybe some death. Lex Robinson: God no. We need no more of that. In due time, both men are standing side-by-side to each other, slugging away with random fists, hoping to knock the other off and allow them to plunge to their doom below. Lex Robinson: Corey punches Chris in the jaw... Steve Hebert: But Chris fires back with a punch/slap of his own, sending a spray of blood from Corey's face out into the audience. Lex Robinson: I wonder how much someone's gonna get on EBay for that. Steve Hebert: Probably not as much as that guy who sold Nikita's period blood. Lex Robinson: ... Steve Hebert: I'm just sayin'. Lex Robinson: Ooooh! Chris bashes Corey's skull off the top of the cage, forcing the edge of a piece of wood to smack right into Corey's cranium. He's dangling, barely able to hang on... Steve Hebert: Unfortunately, the same can be said about Chris, who was just hit with another punch from Corey Page, who follows that up by biting Chris' forehead! What the fuck?! He's not Casanova! He's not even a vampire! Lex Robinson: You gotta do whatcha gotta do. And right now, Corey Page is going for it... stepping to the side of Chris, Corey latches onto Chris and...... YOUTHANASIA FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE! Steve Hebert: And through that goddamn barbed-wire table! Holy Jesus! It's broken into two pieces! Lex Robinson: The referee is making the count... but for who... The referee goes down on all fours, starting his three-count... ...1... Lex Robinson: Who is it?! ...2... The camera zooms in on Corey Page covering Chris Extreme... Lex Robinson: It's Corey Page! Corey has Chris covered! Steve Hebert: Noooo! ....3....! Lex Robinson: Corey Page has done it! Holy shitting Jesus yes! Steve Hebert: Noooooooooooooooooo! No goddamn way. Oh Jesus. Lex Robinson: You better start sucking up; 'cause Corey Page owns this place, again. Steve Hebert: This is awful. This is dreadful. This is terrible. Corey Page is... Corey Page... is a wonderful human being! I am glad that he signs my cheques! Lex Robinson: Heh. Steve Hebert: Don't "heh" me, asshole. Amongst the wreckage in the ring, including both Corey and Chris entangled in the barbed-wire and the split table, the referee bends over, lifts Corey's bloody arm into the air and thereby declares him the winner. Steve Hebert: I can't believe this. Lex Robinson: According to Corey's win, Aaron Berg is back. We're gonna un-do all of the changes made by Chris Extreme. We're even gonna have a new television show! Steve Hebert: Ugh. At least it isn't weekly. I like my relaxed schedule, where I do nothing all day but eat doritos, watch TV and sleep. The cage is soon disassembled by various ring crews, while random officials and wrestlers come down to celebrate Corey's victory. Someone pulls him from the pile of barbed-wire and wood, hoisting him up, allowing him to celebrate his victory; while Chris Extreme is left a fallen and disdained man. Steve Hebert: What a mess. Someone get out here and help that poor Nazi bastard. Just then, the lights go out, smothering the entire arena in darkness. Lex Robinson: What th- And just like that, Lex Robinson and Steve Hebert's mics are cut, leaving the feed completely devoid of commentary. Not long after, lightning strikes across the screen, bringing it to life with vibrantly gleaming text. FIVE YEARS AGO...SOMETHING BAD HAPPENED... Fading to black momentarily, the logo of Xtreme World Wrestling, Corey Page and Chris Extreme's former federation, peeks through for a split second, before the appearance of more vibrant text. TONIGHT...SOMETHING HORRIBLE HAPPENS All of a sudden, a bolt of electricity spirals down from the ceiling, striking the stage and causing a series of explosions to go off in a circular shape at the very center of the stage. A dull red light illuminates the stage, revealing a hole where the explosions have gone off -- and from that whole rises the faint sound of a piano. IT'S TIME Back on the screen, the image of a mangled clock is shown, upon which lay 13 numbers. The twisted hands of the clock begin spinning out of control, until finally, they come to a piercing halt on the number 13. All the while, a rumbling roar of bass can be heard echoing from the speakers, each second growing louder and louder. However, as the clock strikes 13, the bass falls into silence, leaving nothing but the faint, yet more and more prevalent sound of a piano. Before long, a grand piano can be seen rising from the floor, right out of the hole left behind by the explosions moments earlier. As the piano becomes level with the stage around it, a figure can be seen seated in front of it, his fingers gliding across the keys with a certain grace. A grace which doesn't last as without warning, he slams his fists down on the keys, pounding them into oblivion as various spotlights come to life. One illuminates the figure, dressed in what looks to be a Phantom of the Opera costume, complete with ghostly white half-mask. The rest point upwards at the rafters, where several robed and hooded figures can be seen scurrying about, though it's not immediately apparent what they're doing. Phantom: CHRIS! Out of nowhere, the Phantom's voice bellows, sounding all-too-familiar, though he has yet to formerly introduce himself. Phantom: I'll bet you think I gave up, didn't you? One loss and the ONLY fucking superstar that really, truly matters around here would just take a fucking hike. You actually believed that, didn't you? Stepping fully into the light, the Phantom can be seen smirking like the devil himself. Pointing toward the ring, in which a broken, battered, bloody, and bruised Chris Extreme can be seen barely moving, the Phantom seems to be delighted at this sight. Phantom: Well, I'm here. I'm back. I'm TONY F'N MILLENNIA...and I do not die and I do not quit. I'm here to take from you what you tried to take from me, you filthy little Nazifuck. And with that, the Phantom rips his mask off, revealing himself to be none other than the supposed Sin Wrestling retiree, Tony Millennia. However, despite the crowd's astonishment at the appearance of Mr. Millennia, their attention is soon taken by bursts of fire atop the rafters. High above, those same figures are now seen holding flaming pumpkins, which they have apparently doused in gasoline and set afire. Before anyone has any time to react, they begin flinging the pumpkins down at the ring, each one striking the mat, one after the other, and sending blazing pieces of pumpkin flipping through the air. The body of Chris Extreme can be seen squirming now, trying to avoid the flames, but just as it seems he has evaded the last of them, a final one ignites, this time just outside the ring and to the rear of him. As Chris turns around, he is met with a fiery pumpkin right to the face, causing his head to snap back and entire body to crumble to the mat in a heap. Holding his face, all he can hear is Tony Millennia taunting him. Tony Millennia: Now you're REALLY need the plastic surgery, cuntsmear! With that, Millennia slides in the ring, going straight to work on Chris. At the same moment, the lights come back up, revealing...no sign of the cloaked figures above. As well, Lex and Steve's mics come back to life. Steve Hebert: Fucking Christ! Lex Robinson: Hello? Are we back on? Back in the ring, Tony drags Chris over to the corner, propping his face up against the bottom turnbuckle, nose-first. A half a second later, Millennia pounds his boot into the back of Chris' head, bouncing his bald head up and down on the turnbuckle like a fleshy basketball. Once he's had his fill with this, Millennia flings him back toward the center of the ring, but soon steps forth and drills his heel into Chris' mouth, trying to knock out a few teeth. Not yet satisfied, Millennia stabs his knee straight into Extreme's Adam's apple, applying his entire body weight and no doubt trying to crush his adversary's windpipe. Lex Robinson: Holy mother of God, someone needs to stop this! Let's get some help out here! Steve Hebert: Seriously! This is disgusting. Even for me. STILL not happy with these results, Tony Millennia slaps Extreme across the face a few times, before standing upright and fumbling with his zipper. Lex Robinson: Oh, Lord. I'm not gonna watch this... Steve Hebert: You're peeking! Lex Robinson: Fuck you. As Millennia drops his zipper, he pulls his cock out and begins pissing all over Chris Extreme, dousing his whole body in bright yellow urine. Lex Robinson: The man has open wounds! My god... Steve Hebert: Well, someone's gonna have fun editing all of this out! As he finishes pissing all over the weakened Nazi, a sick, sadistic smile spreads across Tony's face. Kicking Chris so that he now lies on his back, Millennia stands over Extreme and reaches into his pants, pulling his scrotum out. Slowly, Millennia begins to kneel down, his ballbag descending closer and closer to Chris Extreme's barely conscious, yet frightened face. Steve Hebert: I'm going to be fucking sick. Lex Robinson: Somebody stop- The camera puts a censor on the screen, but that doesn't last long... Winner: Corey Page

Tony Millennia drags Chris Extreme through the backstage area, passing several officials, who officially sing Chris Extreme goodbye. Official #1: Goodbye, douchebag. Official #2: Bye, asshole! Official #3: Don't come back! Leaving behind a trail of blood, a beaten Chris Extreme is lead towards the door by Tony Millennia, who kicks it open and then heaves Chris out the door. The door is then slammed and Chris, wallowing in his own filth, stands to his feet and stumbles off. Chris Extreme: I'll be back... someday... and I'll kill you all... all of you... especially Corey Page... and Tony Millennia... and Aaron Berg... and... BAM! As Chris continues to walk off, he accidentally walks into incoming traffic, where a car bumps into Chris, knocking him up-and-over the hood, trunk and then onto the ground. The car stops, the window rolls down and someone sticks their head out. That someone being former Sin Wrestling star, Zimdela Brudon, who is wearing special Halloween stripper clothing. As he pokes his head out, he notices someone lying on the road, ala roadkill. Zimdela Brudon: Whoops. He then rolls the window up, applies some gas and drives off. Chris Extreme: I hate my life. The camera fades out, showing the Sin Wrestling logo.