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Flashback to February 25th, 2006. Backstage at Lust... A limo is stalled in the parking lot of the arena, with words being spoken inside. Seconds later, the form of Sin Wrestling owner, Corey Page, is shown standing from the limo; its door blocking the camera view of Corey's mid-section. BANG! A bullet pulsates through Corey's head, sending blood to the ground, in and out of the limo and onto a nearby white vehicle. Obviously, Corey's body collapses to the ground, leaving behind an eerie silence. But that's soon broken. Voice: Hey, what the heck? What the hell is going on here...? Son of a biscuit! Out steps... Corey Page...?! Corey Page: Robo-Corey! What the hell?! Who did this to you?! The animated form of Corey Page uses his index finger to scoop up a pile of the "blood". He tastes it. Corey Page: Mmmm, I knew using ketchup was a great idea. Snapping back into form, Corey glares at his fallen robot. Corey Page: ...Oh... oh yeah. Who did this?! Suspicious, Corey looks around, trying to find the culprit. In doing so, he even closes the limo door. Corey Page: Hmm... BANG! BANG! Two more bullets sail through the air; this time piercing the body of the real Corey Page, slicing through his right leg and shoulder. Corey Page: Owwwie! Like the robot before him, Corey falls to the ground, but not before releasing a shrill cry of defiance. As Corey hits the ground, a white car speeds away, leaving behind a cloud of dust and a bleeding wrestling owner.
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Flashes of former Sin Wrestling performers are shown. Casanova. Flash. Tony Millennia. Flash. Xander Gates. Flash. Jimmy Jackson. Flash. Gwenivere/Aphrodisia Jordan. Flash. Zimdela Brudon. Flash. Chris Extreme. Flash. Draco. One more flash and a final flurry of competitors are quickly shown on the screen, ranging from Stryker Graff to Tony Star. Finally, the image fades in to...
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The camera is now inside of the building...
I ALONE AM BEST! Bloodhound Gang's song, "I Hope You Die" blasts on the speakers that are set all around the arena, sending a wave of fans rising towards their feet. Not only does this mean that Corey Page is about to make his entrance, it always means the rebirth of Sin Wrestling and the return of the duo known as Lex Robinson and Steve Hebert, the announcers. Steve Hebert: Are we on? Test, test... 1... 2... I think this is broken, Lex. Go figure. Lex Robinson: Uh, we're on, Steve! And my god, we are back! Steve Hebert: Uhm... are you sure? Lex Robinson: Oh, I'm sure because here comes our beloved leader, Corey Page! Steve Hebert: Well, fuck this shit. May as well close this dump once more. It's not working! Lex Robinson: ...Trust me, it's working. Steve Hebert: ...So, should I do the introductions? Lex Robinson: No, I just did them. Steve Hebert: You did? Lex Robinson: I did. Steve Hebert: You did? Lex Robinson: Yes, Steve, I did. Steve Hebert: Well, I'll be damned. Sin Wrestling is back... and so is Corey Page... where the fuck is Corey Page?! As the song goes on, the fans anticipate the arrival of the Sin Wrestling owner, Corey Page, who has not been seen since being shot back in February. As the tension rises, with everyone's attention piqued towards the entranceway, a mass catharsis arrives as the person they are all waiting for finally steps out through the coal-black curtain. Lex Robinson: There he is! He's back and better than ever! Steve Hebert: Didn't he get shot in the cock? Lex Robinson: No, he was shot twice in the chest. Ironically, ever since then, there has been no word from him. He went into complete seclusion. Steve Hebert: I don't blame him. Sometimes I just want to get away from people, too, y'know? Lex Robinson: I suppose. Nevertheless, he is back and he looks damn good. Steve Hebert: ...You desperately need to stop with the homosexual undertones. At the ringside area, Corey Page leaps up onto the edge of the apron, revealing the microphone stuck down the back of his pants. Expressionless, he raises his right arm into the air, ala a Hitler salute. Lex Robinson: Uhm... Steve Hebert: Raise your arm, Lex. Come on. Lex Robinson: If I did, I'm pretty sure I'd offend most of the people in here. Steve Hebert: What? How come? Don't be silly. Lex Robinson: It's kind of the Nazi-salute. Steve Hebert: Think Corey realizes this? Apparently, Corey does, as he quickly pulls his hand down, looking embarassed. Steve Hebert: That'll be on the highlights reels, I'm sure. When Corey finally steps inside, he removes the microphone from the back of his pants and holds it up to his mouth, ready to begin talking. Steve Hebert: I bet he now talks like a woman. Corey Page: It's about time that Sin Wrestling returned! With that, Corey receives a big applause from the audience. Steve Hebert: How cheap. I thought for sure he'd sound like he lost his testicles. Lex Robinson: Well, actually, he does sound different... Steve Hebert: Huh...? Hmm? Lex Robinson: I'm not sure... I just can't put my finger on it. Steve Hebert: Well then, that was a whole lot of nothing. Corey Page: With me back from the grave, Sin Wrestling can finally return to its proper form. However... He stresses the word "however." Corey Page: ...There will be some major changes. Confused, the fans all glare back and forth at each other. Steve Hebert: Now what? Corey Page: First of all, say goodbye to the Television Title, the Platinum Title and the Ultraviolence Title. Lex Robinson: Say what? Corey Page: From now on, those titles are vacant. They serve no more usage. You may as well burn them in a trash-can for all I goddamn care. Steve Hebert: Sounds like a fun plan and idea to me! Lex Robinson: I don't get it... Steve Hebert: You don't get anything, though. God, how I didn't miss that. Corey Page: With the absence of those titles, two more titles can now step ahead and take over; those titles being the Purity Title, and the Lust Title. Steve Hebert: Oh, how cliche. Lex Robinson: I like it... I think. After delivering that news, Corey rises his shirt, showing off two title belts wrapped around his waist -- obviously the Purity Title and the Lust Title. First, he un-straps the Purity Championship Belt and hangs it from his left shoulder. Corey Page: This... this title will be for the straight-up wrestling. It won't be defended in barbed-wire matches... it won't be defended in extreme casket death matches... He winks at the camera. Corey Page: This title will have its own set of rules -- and straight-up bloodshed won't be one of them. Steve Hebert: No bloodshed? Why, I should just slit my wrists right now. Lex Robinson: Please do. Steve Hebert: Not even 10 minutes into the return of SW, and you're already snippy with me. I see where this is going; uh huh. Corey Page: And then there's this... For the second time, Corey rises his shirt, displaying the other title strapped around his waist. When he removes it, he shows off scars around his stomach region, which the announcers don't make mention of. He places this title on his right shoulder. Corey Page: The Lust Title. The title which will see all of the bloodlust. Steve Hebert: In that case, we may as well give that title to Travis Miller right now. Lex Robinson: Come again. Steve Hebert: Hell, I don't know. Just focus on that title. Lex Robinson: I already have. According to Corey Page, it'll be the title which'll feature mass carnage and destruction. Steve Hebert: And lots and lots of bleeding vaginas. And some bleeding cocks, too, I presume. Most likely due to STDs relating from Aurora Steele. Corey clears his throat and the crowd listens in some more. Corey Page: Secondly, there'll be no more Impulses. Steve Hebert: Whew. Thank fucking God. I thought I was going to have to do some actual work. Lex Robinson: I guess you've gotten lucky, Steve. Corey Page: From here on out, we will be working via a super-show to super-show basis. You don't like that? Then go to fuck. Gasp. Lex Robinson: Wow, he's rather grumpy. Steve Hebert: He had to come back to work, that's why! See, I'm not the only one. Corey Page: Thirdiary... Lex Robinson: Is that even a word? Steve Hebert: Hell no. Corey Page: The Mike Hall Memorial Trophy/Sin Trophy will be renamed to... The Chris Extreme Memorial Cup! A dumbfounded look spreads across the audience, as not even the announcers know what to say. Lex Robinson: ...The hell? I thought he hated Chris Extreme? Steve Hebert: He does... or he did. I miss that old Nazi bastard, you know. Corey Page: I know what you're all thinking... but Chris Extreme was a great man, wrestler and Nazi. Hell, I'm even dating his hot younger sister; it's no wonder I should rename that trophy. In fact... Corey looks around at the audience, who remain speechless, unsure of how to react to this news. Nixing what he was about to say, Corey hastily shifts gears and changes the subject. Corey Page: Aaanyhow, I'm going to have to cut this short. He lays both titles on the mat. Corey Page: Tonight, we officially restart Sin Wrestling with a 10-man over-the-top rope rumble! Yes, that's right. Everyone will pick a number between 1-to-10, with each man coming out every 2 minutes, depending on the ranking of their number. If you choose 1, you probably will be fucked. If you choose 10... well, you're not going to be as fucked. Got it? I sure hope so. Lex Robinson: ...Wow... Steve Hebert: But wait, what happens to that winner?! Standing in the ring, Corey answers that, despite not being aware of Steve's question. Corey Page: What happens if you win, you ask? How do these titles play in to this match? Well, let me tell you. Lex Robinson: You knew he was going to say that, didn't you? Steve Hebert: Yes, yes I did. Lex Robinson: Good call. Corey Page: Let's just say that tonight, the winner of our main event will have the choice between two evils. After saying that, Corey points downward at the titles. He drops the microphone, waits for his music and exits the ring. Lex Robinson: "Between two evils"? Steve Hebert: And he pointed to the two title belts. I guess... I guess... Lex Robinson: I guess the winner chooses which title he/she wants... maybe! Steve Hebert: Or maybe it's a choice between McDonalds and Burger King. Always go with McDonalds, I say. Lex Robinson: Always thinking with your gut, you are. Steve Hebert: You know it.
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Before the action can begin, a video montage of former Sin Wrestling member, Hecate, who died tragically back in May, is shown. This is followed by a ten-bell salute. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. One last clip is shown of Hecate and her career and then the scene slowly fades out.
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"I am the one that you dream about."
On the large screen, the face of Hecate is shown, slowly fading away only to reveal her tombstone. Standing next to the tombstone is Flame, who can be seen with a tear dropping from his face, which soon turns from sorrow to pain. Without warning, the flashing stops and silence covers the arena. Once again, a booming sound is heard and fire shoots from the turnbuckle pads, revealing Flame standing in the middle of the ring, the crowd lightning up with excitement, due to his presence. Steve Hebert: Oh yey. The highpriest of all gothcraft. Lex Robinson: Witchcraft* Steve Hebert: Yeh, him. Lex Robinson: Well you're absolutely full of excitement today! Steve Hebert: I wonder how long that face paint takes to put on. Lex Robinson: Anyway, Flame is the first out to start the first match this evening! Triple Threat against two newcomers to the federation. "Pain" by Three Days grace blares over the speakers. The lights dim as blood is shown dripping down the screen. Next, red pyros go off as the spotlight flickers towards the entranceway, revealing a man in a coat and a leather mask that reveals only a small portion of his face. With his eyes a gleaming red, the camera gazes down to show his leather pants and wrestling boots; then zooms up to show his scarred body underneath his coat. Making his way down to the ring, he removes his trench coat, lets out a hellish scream and then slides into the ring, preparing for his match. Lex Robinson: This must be Wargod! Steve Hebert: Whoa, blood and a trench coat! He sure is an original one! The match begins right away as Wargod makes his first move on Flame with punches to the face, backing him into a corner. Lex Robinson: Wargod isn't about to slow walk Flame! He's not beating around the bush, he wants to prove himself here! Steve Hebert: I'd surely prefer to be beating around some bush right now. Wargod grabs Flames arms, sending him across the ring to the opposite corner via irish whip. Following up, Wargod charges at Flame hoping to land a spear but Flame moves just in the nick of time, causing Wargod to connect with the pole instead. Lex Robinson: Flame is working on that shoulder! Steve Hebert: If the viewers were blind, they wouldn't be turning in, fag. Lex Robinson: Whatever, Steve. Steve Hebert: Don't mouth off to me you stupid -- Lex Robinson: Wargod kicks backward, delivering a low blow when the ref isn't looking! Flame stumbles away and Wargod is quick to follow, turning him around and kicking him in the gut. With Flame hunched over, Wargod grabs him around his waste, sets him up, and slams him into the mat with a powerbomb. With Flame laid out on the mat, Wargod continues the advantage with several boots to the chest until the ref forces him to stop. As Flame is still writhing on the mat, Wargod yanks him to his feet by his hair and hooks his head under his arm. Wargod steps onto the second turnbuckle, jumps off and spins around to connect Flame's head with the mat in a Tornado DDT. Lex Robinson: Wargod goes for the pin but only gets a two count! Frsutrated, Wargod rakes Flame's eyes with his fingernails before standing up and pulling his opponent slowly to his feet again but Flame manages to get a few punches in. By the third blow to the face, Wargod blocks and returns with a fist of his own. Wargod grabs Flame in a sloppy headlock, but Flame is able to shove him off and chest first into the turnbuckle. Moving quickly, Flame locks his arms around Wargod's waist and snaps back for a German Suplex. Steve Hebert: Insert obligitory "OH MAH GAWD" here. Isn't that right, Lex? Lex Robinson: OH MA-- Oh. Flame hurries to his feet, before Wargod has a chance to recover, and leaps to the top rope only to leap off for a shooting star press, which he lands sucessfully. Slightly worn out, Flame slowly makes his way to his feet, but he's not done yet. He grabs a handful of Wargod's hair and forces him to stand but then lifts him up in a fireman's carry. Flame drops down with force, driving Wargod's head into the mat. Lex Robinson: It's the Flame Bomb! He goes for the pin! ...1...2...3! Lex Robinson: Flame wins! Steve Hebert: Oh my Jesus, it's a miracle. After the ref raises Flame's hand in victory, he leaves the ring and makes his way towards the ramp when Wargod rolls out of the ring, screaming at the announcers and ref while throwing whatever he can get his hands on around, including Lex Robinson. Steve Hebert: 0wned. After this little outburst, Wargod dashes towards Flame and knocks him down from behind. Standing above him, he pulls a knife out of his boot and points it directly at Flame but before he has a chance to use it, at least a dozen security guards spill out from backstage, forcing the knife out of Wargod's hands and drag him to the back.
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 Ace Rodgers: I am here now with new Sin Wrestling Superstar, Trent Turner. Now Trent, you are making your much anticipated debut tonight against Jason Lord, what can you say about your match? Trent Turner: Well, Ace, I would first like to start out by saying that I am fairly impressed with the action we have seen thus far tonight. I think Sin Wrestling has had a positive showing and I look forward to competing with some of the superstars I have seen. Even though we have seen some superstars walk out winners here tonight, they won't be able to hide forever. You see Ace, Trent Turner is on a completely different level than every superstar we have seen tonight. It's going to be a different experience tonight when I step into the ring with Jason Lord, and you'll get a first hand view. Ace Rodgers: There has certainly been a good amount of hype for your match tonight, what do you feel you will need to do to live up to it? Trent Turner: Basically, Ace, I am going to give a stellar performance in the ring. And as the weeks go on, you'll find that these amazing performances are consistent from me. I have no bad weeks; I make no mistakes in the ring. Jason Lord will soon find out that this week has been a waste for him. Every single word he has said will soon mean nothing when I step into the ring and make my presence felt. Ace Rodgers: Well, I thank you very much for your time; any closing statements you would like to make? Trent Turner: Yes, Ace, there is. Consider this a warning to the entire roster. What happens to Jason Lord tonight will be clear example of what every superstar can expect. Tonight will be pure bliss; when I am able to explode onto Jason with every ounce I have. I am prepared, I am ready. Jason Lord, you’re fucked. Trent Turner walks away from Ace, leaving him with a blank stare. The shot fades. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . fade out. |
  Lex Robinson: We're starting our next match off by introducing two newcomers. Steve Hebert: In a... let me guess... a "newcomer's match". Lex Robinson: Yep, you're right. Steve Hebert: [sarcastic] Boy, I sure didn't see that coming. Lex Robinson: Errr... well, here's Jason Lord! Out next is Trent Turner... The lights in the arena go completely black. Suddenly, blue and yellow strobe lights begin to flash in the arena. “Build Your Cages" by Pulse Ultra hits the system, along with a large shot of pyro. The fans in the arena shoot out of their seats as Trent Turner makes his way through the curtain. Trent raises his arms and looks out at the crowd. The music begins to build up as Trent remains at the top of the ramp. Continuing the music, Trent begins to feel the build-up of the music. Finally, the music explodes and another large shot of pyro goes off as Trent raises his head and begins to walk to the ring. The fans are feeling the electricity from the entrance; as Trent climbs the steps to to stand on the apron. He turns to face the audience with a blank stare, anticipating his match, when a bright yellow spot light lands on him, as he glares out at the people. With the strobes and music still playing, Trent enters the ring and walks to the opposite side of the ring, using the ropes to stand on as he holds his arms into the air, listening to the audience cheer for him. Lex Robinson: Both men are in the ring, finally. Based on first impressions, Steve, who do you think will win? Steve Hebert: Considering I know of neither men, I really don't care. Lex Robinson: You should care; because all of SW's superstars have started off as newcomers at some point. Hell, you could be looking at the next Zimdela Brudon or Gwenivere Jordan right here. Steve watches as Jason Lord steps into the center of the ring, where he points at Trent Turner, who stares him down. Steve Hebert: Lex, the odds of that being true is slim-to-none. Mark my words. Lex Robinson: Pffft... we'll see. "God's Enemy" Jason Lord calls for a tie-up right off the bat... which is a smart move on his behalf, considering his size. Steve Hebert: "God's Enemy"? Sounds like lots of emo angst to me. Lex Robinson: Whatever, Steve. Trent steps up to Jason, who thinks he's about to lock-up with his opponent. However, Trent has other plans. He stomps on Jason's foot! Steve Hebert: Hah! Now that's how you start a match. Lex Robinson: Caught off-guard, Jason Lord holds his foot, while keeping the other one grounded. This enables Turner to come up from behind Jason Lord with a chop-block, knocking Jason Lord on his back. Steve Hebert: Perhaps this Trent Turner guy isn't so bad, afterall. Lex Robinson: I knew you'd like him. Continuing to add pressure to Jason Lord's left leg, Trent begins stomping on it, following it up by locking in a standing leglock, which twists Jason's leg around Trent's. Releasing the hold, only to twirl around it once more, Trent decides to drop down, drilling his knee on top of Jason's knee/upper-leg area, making sure to keep him on the mat. Lex Robinson: It'd be wise to keep Lord grounded, considering his size-advantage. Steve Hebert: No shit. Turner is obviously gonna go with that strategy, as is evident by him pounding the hell out of Lord's leg. He even drags Jason Lord towards the ropes, where he places his foot on the bottom rope, stepping on it and then using it to propel himself into the air. Of course, he lands directly on Jason Lord's knee, smashing it into the ground. Gotta love intelligence like that, Lexy. Lex Robinson: ...Did you just call me "Lexy"? Steve Hebert: Yes. Lex Robinson: Eh... pulling Jason Lord up to his feet... by his ears, no less, Trent Turner unleashes a barrage of kicks to that same leg, forcing Jason Lord to lean up against the ropes. When Lord is in perfect positioning, Trent steps back and dashes towards him... Steve Hebert: And gets backdropped over the top rope and onto the floor! Nice try, but no cigar. Lex Robinson: You can say that again. Trent Turner landed square on his back on that cold, hard floor! Following Trent to the outside, Jason Lord leaps off the apron, landing on the leg that had been worked over, tweaking it a little. Trying to shrug it off, he steps towards Trent Turner, who is now using the ring railing to try and stand. Lex Robinson: With his non-injured leg, Jason kicks Trent Turner in the gut, smashing him up against the side of the railing. Proceeding to smash Turner's skull off the steel, Lord then Irish-whips him into the railing -- back-first! Steve Hebert: Ouchies! They're right next to us, now! Lex Robinson: Just as you say that, Jason Lord grabs Trent Turner by the hair and bashes his head off our desk! Steve Hebert: As long as he doesn't steal my water and my coke, I'm good. Lex Robinson: Your coke...? Steve Hebert: Yeah, it's our new product placement. Steve holds the bottle of Coke in front of the action, which involves Jason Lord dropping Trent Turner face-first across the desk. Steve Hebert: Coke... get it today at your local store. It tastes good! Removing the bottle, the camera resumes paying full attention to the match. Lex Robinson: ...Wait a second, we're not sponsored by Coca-Cola. Steve Hebert: Well, I am. That's Coke, folks. Buy it today. Lex Robinson: ...Uh... Jason Lord then heaves Trent Turner onto the announcer's booth, knocking the Coke bottle over, pouring it all over Steve's shirt. Lex Robinson: Jesus, watch out! Steve Hebert: Ack! I got this shit all over me! This shit is disgusting! Now what am I going to do?! Lex Robinson: ...Well, you can forget about that sponsorship. Steve Hebert: Son of a bitch. Look at me. ...Err... what... wait... losing my sponsorship? Uhhh... God loves Coke, folks. That's why Jason Lord did that! Uhm... yes...! Lex Robinson: Don't worry; I'm sure your contract has already been torn up. Steve Hebert: Can't we just talk about the damn match?! Lex Robinson: Sure. Jason Lord has Trent Turner back into the ring, where he whips him into the turnbuckles. Lord goes to follow in, but Trent Turner side-steps him and drop-toe-holds him; as a result, Jason Lord falls face-first into the bottom turnbuckle pad! Steve Hebert: Serves him right! Lex Robinson: Following that up, Trent Turner gets to his feet and quickly charges in, delivering a vicious stomp to the back of Jason Lord's head! In fact, he even uses Lord to throw himself into the air. He comes back down with a double-stomp to the back of Lord's head, driving his face further into the turnbuckle pad! Steve Hebert: With a mouthful of turnbuckle pad, I don't think Jason Lord will be able to enjoy the delicious taste of Coke. Lex Robinson: ...For the Love of God, stop it. Having Jason Lord right where he wants him, Trent Turner grabs the same leg he worked on earlier and drops an elbow onto it. He continues to wrap the leg around his own torso, hoping to pop some of the ligaments, using all the strength he can muster to try and wear Jason Lord down. Lex Robinson: Will Jason Lord tap? Steve Hebert: Not if Jesus says so. Lex Robinson: I think he hates Jesus, though. Steve Hebert: In that case, Jesus better pour some sweet, sweet Co-... Lex Robinson: NO! Steve Hebert: Christ. Fine. Lex Robinson: Jabbing some elbows to Trent Turner's shoulder region, Jason Lord tries to escape his opponent's clutches, eventually forcing him to let go. At the same time, both men go to rise to their feet, but it's Turner who arises first. As Jason Lord is on his right knee, Trent Turner charges at him with a Shining Wizard. Steve Hebert: It's ducked, though! Lex Robinson: Indeed. Trent lands on his feet, turns around, only to have Jason Lord rise up and wrap both hands around his throat. With great force, Jason Lord heaves Trent Turner across the ring. Furthermore, when Trent quickly snaps back up, Lord follows in with a clothesline, knocking him on his back...! Steve Hebert: And there's a cover... Lex Robinson: One... ...1... Lex Robinson: ...Two... ...2... Steve Hebert: Trent Turner kicks out! Lex Robinson: Not quite. His foot latched on to the bottom rope. Steve Hebert: ...Same thing. Hoisting Trent up and lifting him up onto his shoulders with a standing fireman's carry, Jason Lord goes to spin around, swinging Trent Turner around with a helicopter spin; only to have his left leg give out from underneath him. Lord falls to one knee, while Trent Turner gets to his feet and falls back to the ropes, using them to hold himself up. Steve Hebert: Well, that was pointless. Lex Robinson: It was that leg! Jason Lord couldn't hold Trent Turner up; and he certainly couldn't spin him around. Steve Hebert: Obviously! We saw him collapse onto one knee. This'll give Trent Turner the opportunity he needs to regain his balance. In the meantime, a spotlight shines in the audience, showing Hall of Famer, Xander Gates standing amongst the crowd, watching the match in progress. Lex Robinson: Hey, whoa... that's Xander Gates! Steve Hebert: Xander f'n Gates to you, pal. Lex Robinson: What's he doing out here? Steve Hebert: He's keeping an eye on the competition.. at least that would be my guess. Hell if I know. He is a Hall of Famer, he doesn't need a reason to do anything. Lex Robinson: Good point. Despite his bummed knee, Jason Lord rises to his feet, while Trent Turner remains against the ropes, watching his opponent rise. When the opportunity strikes, he lurches forward and dropkicks Jason Lord's leg out from behind him. Laying flat on his back, Lord can only watch as Trent climbs to the top rope. Lex Robinson: Trent is out on the apron and he's ascending to the top turnbuckle. Steve Hebert: We're gonna have something big here; I can feel it. Lex Robinson: Ditto. But it won't be as big as Coke. Steve Hebert: Hey, stop stealing my lines! Lex Robinson: Whoops... sorry! Steve Hebert: There he goes! A shooting star press... but he misses! Thwack. Trent Turner crashes hard on his face, as Jason Lord rolls to his right, finally noticing Xander Gates, who has now moved closer to the guard rail. Lex Robinson: Jason Lord has laid his sights on Xander Gates. Steve Hebert: That fool needs to keep his eyes on Trent Turner. He may have missed that move, but he's cagey. Lex Robinson: The opposite is happening, actually, Steve. Jason Lord shrugs off Trent Turner and now has his back turned to him. His attention is completely on Xander Gates, as he is barking some strong words at him. Steve Hebert: Blah, blah, blah. What an idiotic move. Lex Robinson: Well, Xander has openly called himself a "God" on many occasions. And apparently Jason Lord hates so-called "Gods"... Steve Hebert: Oh, come on. Xander is a God amongst mere-mortals. The least Jason Lord can do is get this match over while he can. Then he can bad-mouth my man-God, Xander. Behind the barrier, Xander smirks devilishly at Jason Lord, who points at Xander menacingly. Thanks to this lapse of concentration, Jason Lord doesn't realize that Trent Turner has risen to his feet... Lex Robinson: Trent Turner from behind with a school-boy rollup! Steve Hebert: Huh...? See! I knew that would happen! Lex Robinson: He has the tights... ...1...2...3! Steve Hebert: Holy crap, Trent Turner did it. I like this guy! Lex Robinson: He held Jason Lord's tights! How was he supposed to escape? Steve Hebert: Feh. You win some; you lose some. Lex Robinson: Horrible. Rolling safely out of the ring, Trent Turner walks to the back, while jeering at the fans. Jason Lord, however, remains in the ring, a beaten man, kicking the bottom rope. Steve Hebert: Now that's a sore loser. Lex Robinson: Christ; will you shut up? He exits the ring and passes by Xander Gates, who is still standing. Just as Jason Lord crosses him, they exchange glares, which almost seems to set Lord off. Without warning, Jason Lord attacks Xander Gates, forcing several security guards to get in between them. Lex Robinson: Oh, my god! Steve Hebert: See? A sore loser! Lex Robinson: Hell no. Xander Gates had no business out there. Why was he even out there? He's a Hall of Famer; he should be in the back, training for his first match back in Sin Wrestling in over 2 years. Instead, he's out here, toying with some youngster, who is looking to start his career. This is a shame. Steve Hebert: Wahhh, wahhh, wahhh. Standing between both men, security restores peace, allowing things to continue.
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Corey Page is leaning back in his reclining chair, watching Braveheart and eating from a bowl of popcorn, when Jason Lord angrily bursts into his locker-room. Stepping up to Corey's desk, Jason pays no attention to the movie being played. Jason Lord: I want Xander Gates! At the next card, I want Xander Gates! Corey Page: You know, Mel Gibson is right; the Jews really are the reason for the all wars in the world right now. Confused, Jason Lord bangs on Corey's desk, startling the owner. Jason Lord: Listen to me! Startled, Corey perks up and lays his bowl on his desk. Corey Page: Yes? Jason Lord: I just told you! I want Xander Gates at the next card! I'm sick of these wannabe Godlike entities. God doesn't exist; there is no God. Xander Gates is nothing but someone posing as a God. Corey Page: Uh huh, uh huh; well, just sign this... Corey slips over a piece of paper that seems to be a contract. Jason Lord: Good! Grabbing a pen off Corey's desk, Jason Lord quickly scribbles his name down, while Corey mostly pays attention to what's happening in Braveheart. Corey Page: Thank you. Jason Lord: When I get Xander in the ring, I will show him that he is nothing but a lowly mortal -- just like you and I. Just then, Jason Lord lifts the contract up to his face. Jason Lord: What the hell?! What is this?! Corey Page: [through a mouthful of popcorn] It's the contract you signed. Xander wanted me to give it to you. Jason Lord: What the...? Corey Page: Look on the bright side, it grants you a match against Xander Gates. Jason Lord: B- but... Jason Lord appears angered. Jason Lord: This says that I must follow Xander's "religion"! What the hell?! He doesn't even have a religion, in my eyes! Corey Page: [shrugging, nonchalantly] Eh, well, you signed it. Jason Lord: Listen, Page, I will NOT follow the orders of some pseudo-God. I want out of this contract, NOW. Seeming unphased over Lord's comments, Corey Page sits back in his chair. Corey Page: Like I said, "You signed it." There's nothing I can do. Right after Corey says that, Jason Lord slams the paper down on Corey's desk. Jason Lord: I'll find my way out of it, one way or another. ...And he storms off. After which, Corey takes his popcorn and re-stuffs his mouth with it. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . fade out. |
  
Steve Hebert: Isn't he a little...old? Lex Robinson: You're never too old to wrestle, Steve! Your hair could be whiter than snow and your blood pressure is just about to kill, but you're never too old. Steve Hebert: ...what? While Lex Robinson wipes a tear from his eye, the lights above the ring in the arena flash towards the entrance ramp, flashing a green, red and blue strip downwards.
Steve Robinson: This guys still around? Well, good god. Lex Robinson: And there's the bell! Badson and Miller circle the ring, jockeying for position against one another. Badson shoots Miller’s left leg, but Miller manages to slap Badson across the face before prancing out of the veteran’s range rather gaily. Badson gets back up to a knee and talks to the referee about Miller’s disrespect. Using this opportunity, Travis Miller attacks Billy Badson with a running headbutt, only for Billy Badson to move out of the way and catch Travis with a Sleeper Hold. Lex Robinson: Travis Miller's in for a surprise tonight! His long term gay rival and stalker will be joining this match any minute. "When Doves Cry" by Prince hits the arena while strobe lights flash a pink color. People stand on their feet to boo the hell out of one of the most hated individuals in Sin Wrestling. Then from out of the curtains, hoisted high up in his royal harness is.. COCK!!! 6 Cabana boys are holding up the fairly huge man as he blows kisses into the hate filled crowd. Tito barges from the curtains and charges to the ring, going top speed as he slides inside. Dane Slice, the straight one, is walking behind the cabana boys giving all the fans a "Hey, sup dude." Lex Robinson: COCK! Steve Hebert: You said cock! Hahahahahaha Lex Robinson: That's his name, Steve. Steve Hebert: 'Cause you don't have one! Hahahahahaha. Lex Robinson: Does your shit stink? Steve Hebert: Too gay. Didn't vote. While all of this is going on Travis has battled out of the Sleeper and has hit a Vertical Suplex on Billy Badson. However, instead of going for the pin, Miller watches Cock get into the ring while absentmindedly covering his ass with his hands. Cock smiles provocatively at Travis Miller and blows Miller a kiss, while Billy Badson rolls over to a corner to try and recuperate. Steve Hebert: ...did Cock just blow Miller a kiss? Lex Robinson: Yes he did, Steve. Yes he did. Looks like he's up to his old antics again! Steve Hebert: Oh man. Billy must be down and out from that killer vertical suplex. I mean, we are in 1985, right? Cock and Miller stare down with Cock undressing Miller with his eyes. From behind, Billy Badson attempts to sink in a Cobra Clutch, but Miller manages to turn it into a Side Headlock as Badson’s face lights up, at this point, the older/more educated fans begin to chant “WE WANT HEADLOCKS!” and it immediately catches on. Miller prepares to throw Billy Badson over with a backdrop, but Cock gets behind Miller before that could happen and begins to dry-hump the Icon Killer, allowing Badson to take Travis over with a Side Headlock Takedown. Cock, not wanting to be left out of the three-way, joins in via a Rolling Thunder to Travis Miller, breaking Badson’s Side Headlock. Cock immediately goes for the pin, fondling Miller’s genitalia while at it. Lex Robinson: 1...! Oh and Travis Miller kicks out. Steve Hebert: Jesus, did you see the way Cock was going after T-Mill's cock? Lex Robinson: Think Miller liked it? Steve Hebert: Who couldn't?! Lex Robinson: Mr. Badson pulls Cock off Miller! Clearly disgusted by this public display of affection! Billy Badson and Cock have a staredown in the ring with Cock calling Badson “fat and straight” and telling Badson to stay away from Miller who he addresses as “babycakes.” Badson attempts to apply a front facelock, but Cock just lifts Badson into a Bearhug and drives him into the turnbuckles. Cock turns to Miller who hits him with a stiff Lariat. Miller turns his attention to Badson and rams him into the corner with a shoulder tackle. Miller leads Badson out of the corner and attempts an Overhead Belly-To-Belly Suplex, which Badson vehemently protests against, even going as far as biting Miller in the face. By the end of this exchange, Miller takes Badson over with a Side Belly-To-Belly Suplex. Now recovered, Cock hits a punt on Miller and applies a very homosexual grounded sleeper on Travis Miller. Lex Robinson: I wonder was Cock does in his spare time. Steve Hebert: Eat, sleep, jerk off to Miller, dance in cages, jerk off, buy new chaps, and so on. Billy Badson recovers and throws a fit over the use of the Sleeper, yelling something about “that ending it.” Badson breaks up the hold with a relatively well-placed boot to Cock’s ass, driving Cock’s semi-erect penis into Travis Miller’s ass; Travis yells out in pain, Cock sighs euphorically, and Badson blushes. Cock rolls off of Miller with a look of fulfillment on his face. Badson quickly rolls Miller over and attempts a pin. Steve Hebert: I think I'm blind. Lex Robinson: Badson doesn't even get a 1-count! Steve Hebert: What's going on? Lex Robinson: Travis Miller has to be traumatized by now! Steve Hebert: Fuck Miller, I'm traumatized. All three men come back up to their feet and have a three-way… staredown, a three-way staredown before attempting a three-way lock-up, which Billy Badson avoids, obviously in hopes of Cock and Miller wearing each other out. Miller and Cock turn their lock-up into a double clothesline on Badson, who they stomp on afterward, just for good measure. Miller lifts Badson up into a Release Northern Lights Suplex. Miller, not finished yet, picks Badson up while Cock looks on, admiring his butt-buddy hopeful. Miller orders Cock to the top, where he quite willingly goes, while Miller elevates Badson onto Cock’s shoulders before Cock connects with a Superbomb, trying to keep Badson down with a pin that Travis immediately breaks up. Miller grabs Cock’s ankle and pulls him away from Badson in an Ankle Lock. Lex Robinson: Cock reaches to the ropes! Will he get the-- Yes! He gets to the ropes! Steve Hebert: I'm betting Cock is really enjoying this.Now, either I'm psychic or the fact his cock is hanging out of the bottom of his shorts is a good clue. Lex Robinson: The ref starts counting and only gets to 4! All the while, Billy Badson is just left along to recoup! Miller finishes being reprimanded by the referee and begins to stalk Cock, looking for his finishing maneuver, “The Public Massacre.” Lex Robinson: It's one of his moves... Cock turns around and is lifted onto Travis Miller’s shoulders. As soon as Miller attempts to drop him, Cock spins out into the “Cock Intervention,” knocking Miller out. Lex Robinson: Reversal! Steve Hebert: Holy cock! As Cock goes for his unique pin, Billy Badson comes out of nowhere with his “Ides of March” signature move, hitting the elbow on Cock. Badson gets back up and looks around the ring, surprised that he is actually still standing. Badson suddenly remembers just where he is and pulls Travis Miller to the center of the ring, rolls him onto his stomach, and locks in the Bad-Lock. Lex Robinson: What a reversal of fortune. Steve Hebert: He's going to kill him with the stench of his armpits. Lex Robinson: ...Probably! At around the same time, Cock reaches in and grabs Travis Miller’s nutsack, in a position where the referee could not see it, of course. Steve Hebert: Good Golly. Holy testicles. That was nuts. Lex Robinson: ... Steve Hebert: Yes, I said it. That was nuts. Nonetheless, this elicits a submission from the Icon Killer. The referee breaks up the Bad-Lock telling Billy Badson that he has won. Badson screams for joy. Steve Hebert: The old man's a thief! Lex Robinson: He won fair and square. Steve Hebert: Why does Cock look so happy? Lex Robinson: He's still fondling Miller's nuts...while Miller's unconscious. Realizing this, Steve Hebert throws up all over Lex, while a glorious Billy Badson walks to the back and Cock inspects Miller's testicles, only to be kicked away by Miller; once he recovers.
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Mike Phantasy: Well, I was thinking… no, she'll never go for that… Mike Phantasy continues pacing around, pushing Ace out of his way, still not even looking at him. He continues muttering. Ace gets his wits back about him. Ace Rodgers: Mike, you alright? Mike Phantasy: Maybe… no, fuck that gay shit. Ace Rodgers is getting noticeably annoyed at being ignored like this. Ace taps Mike on the shoulder, Phantasy stops. Ace Rodgers: Mike, I'm here for an interview. Mike Phantasy: Fuck that. Hey, Ace, you're good with the sluts, right? Ace Rodgers: Very, why do you ask? Mike shuffles around a little more, seemingly debating on whether to let "Snooper Extraordinaire" Ace Rodgers in on his little secret. Mike Phantasy: Well, there's this slut I've had an eye on. But she's hardcore or something like that. Ace Rodgers grins. He pats Mike Phantasy on the back. Ace Rodgers: Just slip her a 50. Nikita comes walking into the shot and right out again before noticing Ace Rodger's hand on Mike's shoulder. She comes walking back with a grin on her face. Nikita: There's nothing like male bonding among tense and sweaty men. As she turns around to get some water Mike Phantasy blushes and knocks Ace Rodgers into the wall, but not before taking his wallet. Reaching in, he pulls out a 50, and tosses the wallet back to Ace. Ace is crying on the ground. Ace Rodgers: My wallet! Mike Phantasy: Fuck you, Ace. Mike slowly walks up behind Nikita. He thinks for a moment about exactly what he's going to do. Mike Phantasy: Er… Kita? Nikita turns around to face Phantasy with an open bottle of water and her eyes automatically fall to Ace Rodgers who is sucking his thumb on the floor. Slowly, her eyes move back to Phantasy. Nikita: Er...yep? Seeing her look at his handiwork, Mike Phantasy takes pride and grins. He brings the 50 dollar bill up and stuffs it down Nikita's black tank-top. By this time, Ace is bawling his eyes out at the loss of 50 dollars. Mike Phantasy: So… tonight? Disgusted by his reference, Nikita pours half of the contents of the water bottle on Mike's head. Unsatisfied, she grabs Phantasy's shoulders and knees him in the gut. With him hunched over, she shakes her head. Nikita: Real smooth, Michael. Nikita turns to walk away when Ace puts his hands out, begging for his money back. She fishes it out of her shirt only to shove it into the pocket of her pants, causing Ace to commence his sobbing. Nikita: Thanks for the cash, though! As Nikita walks off, Mike recovers and Ace sobs. In between his sobs, he manages to speak. Ace Rodgers: Dude… she's… a… guy. As soon as Ace Rodgers finishes that sentence, Mike Phantasy delivers a Phantasize kick to the wall, kicking a gaping hole in the drywall. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . fade out. |
  
Your soul has suffered such abuse But I am not your savior I am just as fucked as you
I can't even save myself!
Lex Robinson: It's been awhile since we've seen Nikita. Steve Hebert: Yeah; probably because she's been in the clink. Up the river. In the big house. You know what I'm sayin'? Lex Robinson: I know what you're sayin'. Steve Hebert: Sooo, think she dyked out in prison? Lex Robinson: I... uh... speaking of someone whom we haven't seen in a while, it's Xander Gates! Steve Hebert: Hoorah! "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 literally been years since we've laid eyes on Xander. Lex Robinson: Yup. Two years, to be precise. Steve Hebert: Well, we saw him earlier; when Jason Lord was out here, but that's beside the point. Lex Robinson: I'm not sure why he was out here, but... Steve Hebert: Mike Phantasy!
The lights in the arena dim as the SW-Screen lights up, signaling the entrance
of the youngest Sin Wrestling Hall of Famer. The words illuminate the screen for several seconds, as fog begins to roll onto the stage and entrance ramp. Down some pills, up some hope This karma machine only takes quarters New age soldier, new age soldier Matthew Good's voice creeps out of the speakers, as the lights grow all the more darker, and the illuminated words on the SW-Screen pulsate with color all the more rapidly. During the second time the words "new age soldier" are said, the song cuts and the stage erupts in silver colored fireworks. As the smoke begins to subside, the song picks up exactly where it let off, and the SW-Screen begins to show highlights of Phantasy's matches. Everything is automatic And everybody's all right Everything is skin deep Finally, Mike Phantasy rushes out of fog to a completely loathing crowd, apart from a few die-hard Mike Phantasy fans. Phantasy pauses while walking down the rings ramp to look around at the arena before him, grinning wildly at all the hateful signs directed at him. Then he looks toward the ring, slowly making his way down to it, his maniacal expression slowly melting into a solemn one. When finally inside the ring, Mike sits on the turnbuckle nearest to him and awaits the beginning of the match. Lex Robinson: Yes, there he is; Mike Phantasy. The last time we saw Mike, we learned that it was him who kidnapped Chris Carson, that it was him with that odd countdown and it was him who earned the number-one contendership status to the World Title. Steve Hebert: That's gone out the window now, though... sadly. Lex Robinson: Well, of course it did. It had to. Everything's changed, Steve. Steve Hebert: I suppose so. But still! Mike deserves it! Lex Robinson: Even though he had aide from his opponent in this match, Nikita? Steve Hebert: Yes! Lex Robinson: I'm just wondering if that seemingly-to-be partnership will hold. Steve Hebert: Sure it will. I have full confidence in it being held. The bell rings, thus starting the match. Lex Robinson: All three competitors will stay in the ring. On top of that, all three competitors will be involved in tonight's "Sin Rumble". Steve Hebert: Should be fun. Lex Robinson: Damn right. It'll involve two individuals starting off, with new competitors entering every 120 seconds -- aka every 2 minutes. Eliminations are made by throwing your opponent over the top rope and onto the floor; and the last man -- or woman -- standing will be the winner. Steve Hebert: Then they'll get to decide which title they want; the Purity or the Lust Title. All three opponents circle each other, not wanting to be the first to fool up and get humbled. Oddly, Mike Phantasy is the first to step back, allowing Nikita and Xander to hook up. Steve Hebert: What a gentleman. He's gonna let Nikita and Xander go at it. Lex Robinson: I'm sure there's more sinister motives behind it. In any event, the returning Xander Gates immediately capitalizes, going to work on Nikita by kicking her in the gut and then applying a headlock. However, Nikita soon finds her way out, wristlocks Xander, who then forearms her, knocking her away, releasing her grip. He follows in, appearing to look for a German suplex, sending Nikita flying -- only to have her backflip and land on her feet! Wow! Steve Hebert: Incidentally, she goes right to work on Xander; right before he can stand, too! Hitting Xander with a dropkick, as he is about to rise, Nikita is able to back him into the corner, while Mike Phantasy still watches on. She whips him into the opposite corner and follows in, monkey-flipping him out. Lex Robinson: Fortunately for Xander, he is able to land on his feet, much like Nikita before him. Steve Hebert: But not for long! As Xander lands, Mike Phantasy bursts out of his corner and spears Xander, sending Xander twirling through the air! Lex Robinson: Mike maintains a position above Xander, pummeling some fists into his skull, in the process. He lifts "Father" Xander Gates up, whips him into the ropes and is going for a backdrop. Steve Hebert: "Father" is too smart for this, though. He knee Mike in the face, butterflies his arms and proceeds to butterfly suplex him! Surprised, Mike rolls to the floor, as Xander can only watch him. Lex Robinson: Like a goddamn serpent, Mike slithers out. Xander watches him, while Nikita comes up from behind, leaps into the air and places both feet beneath Xander's armpits... rolling him up in some kind of reverse victory roll! The referee is making his count... ...1...2... Steve Hebert: Xander kicks out with such strength that he sends Nikita reeling forward, causing her to crash into Mike Phantasy, who had climbed up onto the side of the apron! Mike falls back-first into the ring barricade! Holy Xander! A tad stunned from her collision, Nikita is taken aback when Xander rises to his feet, walks up behind her, hooks her left arm around his neck, hoists her up and then Blue Thunder Powerbombs her onto the canvas. Lex Robinson: Blue Thunder Bomb! Xander hooks Nikita's arms, forcing her down. ...1...2... Before the three can be made, however, Mike recovers and quickly slides into the ring, striking Xander with an axehandle the back of the neck. Steve Hebert: Mike Phantasy makes the save. Lex Robinson: He even lifts Xander up, whips him into the ropes and catches him upon his return with a leaping leg lariat. Steve Hebert: Man, Xander crawls towards the ropes, trying to escape from Mike, looking for safe haven. Unfortunately for our "Father" Mike sneaks up behind him and grabs his left foot. Lex Robinson: Since when did Xander become "our 'Father'"? Steve Hebert: Since he climbs up onto one foot and enziguiris Mike, hitting him with such a force that it knocks Mike out of the ring. Lex Robinson: Ah, right on. Steve Hebert: Yep. Mike Phantasy once again falls to the floor; this time, holding the back of his head, leaving Xander alone with Nikita. Turning around, he watches as she hunches in the corner and springs out, leaping over a knee attempt from Xander, rolling him up into a pinning combination. ...1... Lex Robinson: Only a one-count for that lax pinfall attempt. Steve Hebert: She'll have to do better than that to keep Xander down. After the easy kickout, Xander pops back up to his feet, catching Nikita with a belly-to-belly suplex as she charges at him. Steve Hebert: Xander knocks his bitches out. And if he doesn't, he'll flip them. Lex Robinson: There's no chance in her recovering, though, as he grabs her by her hair and picks her up. He places her in a standing headscissors position, which he soon elevates her into a powerbomb position. As he goes to slam her down, she reverses the hold into a hurricanrana! Quickly, she applies "The End", her infamous version of a cross-armbreaker! Steve Hebert: Oh, Jesus... err... Oh, Xander! He can't tap to a woman! Lex Robinson: Conveniently enough, Xander is close enough to the ropes, that he can reach out with his foot and get the referee to break the hold. Steve Hebert: That crazy bitch is keeping ahold of it, though! Lex Robinson: Not if the referee has a say... Forcing the referee to step in and release the hold, Nikita receives full lip-service from the referee, who gets in her face, telling her not to make the same mistake. Concurrently, Mike Phantasy, who is still on the floor, grabs hold of the foot Xander used to break "The End" and pulls him out to the floor. Lex Robinson: Mike slides Xander out. Steve Hebert: They're exchanging fists... Mike blasts Xander's face off the ring apron. That's all solid there, too. It hurts like a motherfucker. As Phantasy and Xander slug it out on the floor, Nikita rushes past the referee and sails through the air, diving onto both men with a somersault plancha onto the floor. Lex Robinson: Nikita can fly! Steve Hebert: And here I thought it was a bird. Lex Robinson: Nikita gets back to her feet, lifting Xander up with her. She rolls him back inside. Climbing onto the side of the apron, she ascends to the top rope, waiting for Xander to stand. Diving off, she again flies through the air, landing on Xander's shoulders with a flying hurricanrana, sending him rolling to the floor, landing right next to Mike Phantasy, who now climbs into the ring. Steve Hebert: Nikita and Mike are gonna come face-to-face, Lex. This'll answer all questions about their allegiance. Seeing Mike step up to her, Nikita immediately drops onto her back. Lex Robinson: What the Christ?! Steve Hebert: "What the Xander?", you mean?! Lex Robinson: No! Why did she just fall like that? Mike is covering her... what the... Steve Hebert: Haha, the referee is stupidified. He's making the count, anyhow. ...1...2... Lex Robinson: Xander makes the save! Steve Hebert: After the hurricanrana sent him to the floor, he rolls back in and throws Mike off Nikita. Not liking this, Nikita gets up to confront him, while the fans don't know whether to boo, cheer or what. They're as confused as everyone else. Except for me; I'm too damn cool to be confused. Lex Robinson: Perhaps your fat acts as a confusion repellant. After some punches to the jaw, Xander grabs Mike by the hair and charges forward, tossing him over the top rope and onto the floor. Lex Robinson: Shades of later tonight, maybe? Steve Hebert: Ecchhh... Lex Robinson: Xander spins around to focus on Nikita, who goes right after him, attacking him with some kicks, keeping him knocked up against the ropes. She goes to Irish-whip him, but it gets reversed... Steve Hebert: Nikita bounces off the ropes and flies through the air, hoping to crossbody Xander, but she is caught in mid-air. Instead, he swings her out and drives her down to the mat with some sort of swinging sidewalk slam. Hell, I don't know. You're the play-by-play guy. Lex Robinson: It was a good try, and you're correct. From here, though, he keeps ahold of Nikita's arm, swings her around and applies a high-angle standing armbar/armwrench. Steve Hebert: She's gonna tap! She has to! Lex Robinson: Not true. Even though Xander has her arm between his legs, she is able to get to a kneeling position and duck through his legs, getting in a much more comfortable position. Eventually, she makes her way to the ropes and while holding onto the top rope, she performs a backflip, thus releasing her from Xander's grasps. Steve Hebert: Argh, she's free. Lex Robinson: Now that's how you get your arm free. Confused, Xander can only stand and watch as Nikita bounces off the middle rope with a springboard moonsault, taking him down. She goes for the cover... ...1...2... Steve Hebert: Mike Phantasy breaks the hold! He lifts Nikita off Xander! She gets up, confused, and starts questioning Mike's motives. Right away, he starts motioning for them to work together as a unit. Nodding her head in agreement, Nikita turns towards Xander and both Nikita and Phantasy threaten him from behind. Lex Robinson: Lifting Xander up, Nikita and Mike turn him around and double-brainbuster suplex him! Ouch! Mike then instructs Nikita to hit "The Aura" from the top rope, which she does! Good lord! Steve Hebert: See? They make a good team. As Mike and Nikita celebrate their eventual defeat of Xander Gates, Mike turns the tables and hits a Phantasize kick on Nikita, forcing her head to snap back and fall in a pile on the mat. Lifting her up, he disposes of her to the floor, leaving Xander all to himself. Lex Robinson: That bastard! Steve Hebert: Haha, that was awesome. Lex Robinson: There goes that pairing. My God, what a douchebag. Steve Hebert: No way. Business is business, Lex. Don't be so pissy. Nikita will know "it's just business". Lex Robinson: Mike is walking over towards Xander Gates, whose return will be spoiled by this shithead. Lifting Xander up into a cradle position, Mike snaps him out into a Crescent Driver, one of his famous moves. This is awful. He's making the easy cover, now. ...1...2...3! Steve Hebert: And we have a winner! Awesome. Lex Robinson: This is retarded. I hope Mike Phantasy DIES. Steve Hebert: Don't be so bitter, Lex; you'll die a cold, lonely old man... like Billy Badson. Lex Robinson: I'm married, thank you very much. Inside the ring, Mike smirks, shrugs his shoulders and walks to the back. The camera then focuses in on Nikita, who looks confused about what just happened.
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Ace Rodgers: Corey...! Jeez! Watch out! Corey Page: Heh... sorry, Ace. Ace tries to fix himself, but Corey smirks, not offering any aide. Ace Rodgers: Jesus... I just wanted to ask you a quick question... Corey Page: It was an accident! I swear! Now what did you want to ask me? Ace Rodgers: Fine, then. I was wondering about the other titles. You know... the Tag Team Titles and the World Title, which is held by Stryker Graff. Not to mention the fact that the other Lust Title is supposed to be held by Danny Boy Vegas. Hearing Ace's words, Corey stops to think for a minute. Corey Page: Yeah... no... you see... they're vacated. The real Lust Title is this one. If Danny Boy Vegas was to heave that old piece of garbage in the trash, let him. Hell, he isn't even here tonight. Ace Rodgers: And for the other titles? Corey Page: Stryker Graff, that confused metrosexual, can hand that damn title over. I need that shit back. He needs to learn that this is a new Sin Wrestling -- new titles, new shows, new owner, new--... Surprised, Ace again catches Corey off-guard. Ace Rodgers: A new owner?!? Say what?! Dumbfounded, Corey Page just shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head. Corey Page: Nevermind, Ace, you wouldn't understand. The fact of the matter is that we will have a new World Champion, new Lust Champion and new Tag Champions. Hell, next week, we will officially crown the Chris Extreme Memorial Trophy winner! How about that?! Ace Rodgers: Wow... I see! Corey Page: And then soon after that, we will begin crowning the new World Champion. Let's just say that the people in the back better start making some allies because they're gonna have to team with whomever I assign them with to get a chance to fight for that title. Ace Rodgers: And what do you mean by that? "Team with whomever"...? Ignoring Ace's question, Corey turns to walk away; but he does not get far. He bumps directly into Tony Millennia, who extends his right hand, welcoming Corey back to the fold. Tony Millennia: Where have you been?! I tried calling you... the hospital... your family, but I couldn't find anyone! Not saying a word, Corey now ignores Tony and his handshake. Scrunching up his face, Corey walks past Tony Millennia, leaving both Tony and Ace bewildered. Tony Millennia: Hmm... Ace Rodgers: What the hell is going on?! The camera cuts away, last showing both men being confused. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . fade out. |
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Special Guest Referee: Tony Millennia  
but underneath we're not so tough Rolling inside the ring, Millennia criss-crosses the ring, climbing one corner and then the adjacent one. Hopping down from that corner, he twirls around in the ring and points up to the rafters. Simultaneously, sparks and fireworks shoot off from the ringposts.Steve Hebert: And now coming to the ring, breaking the record for the most "special guest referee" appearances ever... Tony Millennia! Lex Robinson: And if it isn't a broken record, it should be close to it. Steve Hebert: At this point, I think we may as well name him SW's secondary senior referee. The arena goes black and a low hiss is heard.
the 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! Scarlet fireworks explode in chain up to the top of the entrance ramp, but there's no Destiny. In any event, her song continues to roll...
You wish you never ever met her at all! The camera feed switches to the backstage area. Out here, a Mustang car bursts into the scene, nearly running over two random workers, forcing them to leap to safety. Eventually, the car comes to a screeching halt over two parking spaces and out steps Destiny Daniels. Shutting the car door behind her, she strolls calmly into the arena, walks towards the entrance and casually stands there, looking down towards the ringside area, taking it all in. She walks forward with determination, until she finally slides inside of the ring, ready for her match. destiny Steve Hebert: And now coming to the ring, looking like a vapid whore, Destiny Daniels! Lex Robinson: Whaaaaaaaaat? Are you out of your mind? Steve Hebert: Yes. Lex Robinson: Ah, well; that explains a lot. Steve Hebert: Damn right. The least should could do is be on time for her match. Lex Robinson: You're one to talk.
WHAT WOULD YOU SAY... Steve Hebert: And now, here's a guy that I like. The current World Champion, Stryker Graff! Lex Robinson: Uhm... first off, Corey Page has made it clear that the World Title is vacated. Secondly, I liked him better when he was "Sean Graves". Steve Hebert: Sean Graves was a metrosexual pussy. Stryker Graff is the new era; the new millennium... the new "Millennium Man", if you will. Lex Robinson: Once he's inside the ring, Stryker Graff moves into a corner, where he cautiously eyes Tony Millennia, the man whom he defeated to win the World Title. Steve Hebert: And ironically enough, we even had a special guest referee for that match! Who would have thought, hey? Lex Robinson: Zimdela Brudon. Steve Hebert: It was. The bell rings and Stryker Graff leaps from the corner and glares at Destiny Daniels, holding his arms up, requesting a lockup. Lex Robinson: Stryker Graff is up to something. Steve Hebert: Hell nah. He just wants a simple lock-up. It's not much to ask for to start off the match. Lex Robinson: Destiny Daniels appears to be complying with his wishes, too. She steps forward... Steve Hebert: That bitch! Just as Stryker goes to lock up with her, she sidesteps him and walks right past him. Smirking, Stryker Graff turns around after having his lockup rejected. Even Tony Millennia smirks at Destiny pulling the wool over Stryker's eyes. He turns around and goes for another lockup, but when he steps forward, Destiny strikes him with a swift forearm to the jaw. Steve Hebert: She did it again! Lex Robinson: That stunned him! He won't be going for anymore tie-ups tonight. Steve Hebert: I'd hope not. Hell, she's even kicking the life out of him! With her right leg, she strikes Stryker Graff in the gut with a various amount of kicks; sometimes changing it up by delivering a kick to Stryker's kidney area via her right leg. Nevertheless, when she has him dazed, she delivers a leaping spin kick that connects precisely on Stryker's jaw, knocking him under the bottom rope and to the floor. Steve Hebert: Son of a... no... daughter of a bitch! Lex Robinson: Each of those kicks caught Stryker good, as he backs off on the floor, trying to regain his senses. Steve Hebert: Sadly, those fans won't leave him alone, either. Look at him jawing with them... you told them, Stryker! You steal their popcorn, too, while you're at it. Lex Robinson: That turns out to be a pretty stupid move, as well... as Destiny Daniels bounces off the furthest set of ropes and returns with a baseball slide dropkick... Steve Hebert: No! Lex Robinson: Which she converts into a tilt-a-whirl headscissors out onto the floor! She has sent Stryker Graff crashing into the ring railing and cement. Picking him up, she bashes his face off the ring railing and then off the ring apron. As he lays across the apron, she unleashes a flurry of more kicks to his kidney area! She now shoves him back inside, leaps up onto the apron and does not stall, while Tony watches her climb back up. Steve Hebert: That Tony Millennia... I hope he falls and breaks his neck. Lex Robinson: Harsh. Somersaulting in over the top rope, Destiny goes to land a flipping legdrop across Stryker's head, but Stryker has other plans. Instead of lying there, ala a lame duck, he rolls to his left, forcing Destiny to land on her rear-end. Lex Robinson: Destiny misses that slingshot somersault legdrop and falls on her... ass. Steve Hebert: And what an ass. Lex Robinson: Before Destiny can get back up, Stryker preys on her with a vicious knee to the face. Steve Hebert: And what a pretty face. Lex Robinson: Yes. He places her left arm around his neck and wastes no time in snap-suplexing her over, following that up with a legdrop. He fakes going for a cover and instead, kisses her forehead. Steve Hebert: Lucky bastard. He gets all the "wimmens", you know. Lex Robinson: I'm sure he does; that cocky bastard. Steve Hebert: And now he slams the back of her head off the apron. First, he kisses them and then he disses them... but not literally, he does it physically. What a man. Lex Robinson: I'm not sure who you're more in love with: Destiny's looks or Stryker Graff himself. Steve Hebert: They're both afflictions, Lex. Grabbing Destiny by her hair, Stryker lifts her to his feet, only to receive a quick strike to the gut from the lethal vixen. Shaking that off, he replies with a stiff kick to Destiny's jaw, knocking her back down on her rear-end. Steve Hebert: Hell yeah, put her in her place, Stryker. Lex Robinson: You are a pig. Steve Hebert: I just like a good ass-whoopin'. He's grabbing her by the hair again and blasts his elbow across the back of her neck. He knows how to keep a good woman down, Lex. Lex Robinson: With brute force, he throws her into the corner, kicks her and then starts to feverishly choke her. Not liking this one bit, Tony Millennia finally decides to do something and moves in, pulling Stryker off. Steve Hebert: Boo-urns. Boo-urns. Oh man, look at that cold, hard look Stryker gives Tony. He oughta blast him in the face right here, right now. Lex Robinson: He's not gonna have a chance. Well aware of an opening, Destiny Daniels strikes Stryker with a stiff right hand, dizzying him. Sending some charging shoulderblocks to Stryker's gut, she keeps him in the corner, not allowing to move, setting him up for an Irish-whip. When Destiny goes to Irish-whip Stryker, he is able to overthrow her and instead whip her into the corner. He follows right in behind her, but she places both hands on the top rope and springs herself into the air, hoping to vault up and over Stryker, who is charging in behind her. Unfortunately, her plan is thwarted by Stryker Graff, who manages to place both of her legs across his shoulders, as she is pushing herself off the top rope. Lex Robinson: Stryker Graff has Destiny by the legs; he tosses her up and catches her on the way down, having her in a standing fireman's carry position. He goes to swing her out into some sort of impact maneuver, but she regains control, twists her body around and reverses the move into an armdrag! Steve Hebert: Oh shit! Lex Robinson: They both pop up at the same time and run at each other. Destiny tries for a spin kick, but it's ducked. Stryker quickly turns Destiny around, hoists her back up onto his shoulders in another standing fireman's carry and throws her into the air, catching her on the way down with a vicious kick to the face! My God! That had to knock some of her teeth out... it had to! Steve Hebert: Even Tony Millennia looks in pain after that stunning blow! Breathless at the latest exchange of moves, Stryker stands in the center of the ring, with a sense of victory pervading over him. Offering some choice words to Tony Millennia, he stands back, watching as Destiny Daniels uses the ring ropes to struggle to her feet. Lex Robinson: Stryker comes from behind on Destiny. Steve Hebert: What a choice of words. Lex Robinson: He waistlocks her from behind... Steve Hebert: And it only gets better! Lex Robinson: He yanks back, trying to pry her away from the ropes, but to no avail. Still with some of her senses left, Destiny holds onto the top rope with all of her might. Perplexed, Stryker gives a hard pull, but she still does not release the rope. Steve Hebert: Uh oh. Come on; one more hard tug, Stryker. Lex Robinson: Maybe he's listening; as he tries one more time, finally pulling Destiny away. Steve Hebert: Thank God. Lex Robinson: However... Steve Hebert: Oh no. Lex Robinson: She swings an elbow at him! He ducks! Northern lights supl- no...! Destiny sunset-flips Stryker Graff, averting the Northern Lights suplex. We've got a pinfall attempt here...! ...1... ...2... Steve Hebert: Stryker kicks out! Unfortunately for Stryker, once he kicks out, Destiny switches her hold on him into a form of an anklelock. Lex Robinson: A submission applied by Destiny, now! Stryker feels the pain; he's reaching out for the ropes! Steve Hebert: Well, this certainly can't be good. Lex Robinson: Luckily, the ropes aren't too far away; Stryker is able to crawl over, freeing himself from the hold. Steve Hebert: Uhm... Lex Robinson: But Destiny isn't letting go! Steve Hebert: And Tony Millennia is purposely looking away! He isn't going to do a goddamn thing; oh, how terrible! Lex Robinson: After having his head turned for several seconds, Tony Millennia finally turns back around and informs Destiny to release the hold, which she quickly conforms to his wishes. Steve Hebert: About 30 seconds too late, might I add. Stryker's poor ankle. Look at him pouting over it. Lex Robinson: He's not gonna have much time to cry over it. Destiny is right back on the attack; this time striking Stryker with a roundhouse kick to the back of his head, knocking him up against the middle rope, barely able to stand. As Stryker lays across the middle rope, Destiny springs off the adjacent middle rope and flies back, guillotining Stryker Graff's head across the rope with a legdrop. Lex Robinson: Whoa! What a legdrop by Destiny Daniels, who nearly took Stryker's head off! Steve Hebert: That would have been a terrible scene, too! My God, come on, Stryker! Waiting for Stryker to stand, Destiny stands on the outer portion of the apron and again uses the ropes as a springboard. Leaping off them with a hurricanrana, she hopes to bring down Stryker Graff -- but he has other ideas. Lex Robinson: Sit-down powerbomb by Stryker! What a reversal! Steve Hebert: That's how you stop that. He's demanding Tony Millennia count, now, as he makes a cover... Lex Robinson: Slowly, Tony Millennia starts the count... ...1... ...2... Lex Robinson: ... Steve Hebert: ...Where's the three? ... Lex Robinson: Tony stops the count! This gives Destiny enough time to kick out! Furious, Stryker Graff shoves Destiny aside and launches up to his feet. He gets into Tony's face and prepares to strike him, but is halted once Destiny regains her wits and rolls him up from behind with a schoolboy... Lex Robinson: A schoolboy rollup by Destiny Daniels... Steve Hebert: No! Not like this! Lex Robinson: Quickly, Tony makes the count... ...1... ...2... Steve Hebert: He kicks out! For the love of Christ, he kicks out! That rat bastard, Tony Millennia, should be shot, considering how quickly he made that count! Both competitors rise to their feet, with Stryker looking shocked. He goes to charge at Tony Millennia, but catches Destiny charging at him out of the corner of his eye. Thinking quickly, he steps back near the ropes, while Destiny goes for a spinning kick. Lex Robinson: Stepping back, Stryker Graff catches Destiny's foot. A leg-trap suplex up-and-over the top-rope! Destiny splatters on the concrete! Steve Hebert: Yes! See how smart that was?! He was going to attack Tony, but put his mind back where it belonged. Lex Robinson: You shouldn't speak so soon. With Destiny laid out on the floor, Stryker eyes Tony Millennia and cocks his fist. Steve Hebert: Nah, he won't do it. He's smarter than that. Lex Robinson: You appear to be right. Instead, Stryker backs away from Millennia and hops out to the floor, where Destiny Daniels is laying in pain. Kicking her in the back, he lifts her up and wastes no time in rolling her back inside. He's grabbing a chair...! Steve Hebert: Oh, goodie. Lex Robinson: But if he hits Destiny with it, he'll get disqualified. It'd be dumb. Steve Hebert: Well, maybe he just needs a seat in the ring, or something! Hmph! Lex Robinson: Wicked smile and all, Stryker Graff slides into the ring with a steel chair in hand and stands above Destiny Daniels, waiting for her to get up. Tony stands to his right, not doing anything, knowing full-well that if he uses the chair, he'll disqualify him. Steve Hebert: Oh, so it's alright if--... Lex Robinson: Stryker Graff just bashed that chair off Tony Millennia's skull!! Tony Millennia, the referee, is out cold! Steve Hebert: Ha-ha! This is great! Lex Robinson: The bell rings, disqualifying Stryker... but damnit! Steve Hebert: Tony was gonna lay back and let him drill Destiny with that chair, but look how things turned up! It was Tony Stryker was aiming for! Serves that prick right! To a chorus of boos, Stryker Graff holds the chair up and jabs the edge of it into Tony Millennia's ribcage. Chuckling at Tony's expense and at the jeers, Stryker slams the chair off Tony for the third time. Lex Robinson: This is a disgrace. Technically, Tony is a referee for this match; and you can't put your hands on a referee. Steve Hebert: He didn't put his hands on him, Lex. He just used a steel chair; hah! Lex Robinson: Yeah, you think this is funny, of course. Steve Hebert: Yes, of course! Tony got what was coming to him. As the attack on Tony continues, Destiny Daniels rises to her feet, as well. Aware of her newfound position, Stryker Graff bashes a steel chair against her skull, as well. Steve Hebert: And one for Destiny Daniels, too! See, Stryker Graff believes in equal rights, Lex. Lex Robinson: This is awful. So, so awful. Having a huge cheshire cat-like grin on his face, Stryker Graff finally slams the chair down in the center of the ring and walks to the back, listening to the fans that jeer him. Lex Robinson: Get that asshole out of here.
Before passing through the curtain, Stryker gives one more smirk -- to the fans -- and to Tony and Destiny, who are both unconscious in the ring. |
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A slot machine appears on the screen. A hand reaches up and pulls the lever. The slots whirl. The one on the left slows down… The one in the middle starts to slow as well. One letter left. The right one decelerates at a slower rate than the others, but eventually it stops. The letter flash in bright lights and the blistering solo opener to "Concrete Cancer" by the Obsessed rips onto the PA system. Lex Robinson: Holy shit! Steve Hebert: Is he really gonna show his face back here? He's not booked on the damn card! Danny Boy Vegas, the Ace of Spades, the High Roller, the Motherfucking Mfer, steps out onto the stage as two white-and-gold pyros ignite the air to either side of him. He's dressed, as always, in an impeccable white leather jacket with tassels hanging down from the arms and blue jeans. His eyes are shielded with big, 80's-style sunglasses. His long hair hangs down, framing his broad, strong face. And on his shoulder… Steve Hebert: The belt! The Lust title! Lex Robinson: DBV won the belt at the last Sin pay-per-view, Lust. And apparently he's had it with him the whole time since then! Steve Hebert: No wonder Corey Page had that other piece of crap title. That one pales in comparison to this beauty. Lex Robinson: You just want some gold for your own sake.
Steve Hebert: Well... yeah. Steve Hebert: Correct. Our original Lust Title is back in the proper hands. Let's go to tonight's main event, shall we? Corey Page steps to the outside and places both the Purity Title and the Lust Titles on the announcer's table. Suffice to say, we're ready for some action. |
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Main Event -- Purity or Lust
WHAT WOULD YOU SAY... Lex Robinson: It's main event time! Steve Hebert: Screw that, it's rumble time! Lex Robinson: It's also time to decide upon either the first Purity Champion or Lust Champion. Steve Hebert: Aroo? Danny Boy Vegas the first Lust Champion, Lex. Don't be dumb. Lex Robinson: Even so, we're gonna have a new champ. Earlier in the day, all superstars drew numbers from 1-10 on the order they will be coming out. Every 2 minutes another person will enter, until all 10 men have arrived. The only way to be eliminated is to be thrown over the top rope and onto the floor. Steve Hebert: The last man standing will then get to choose which title they will hold, correct? Lex Robinson: That is correct. And it appears Stryker Graff has drawn number one. Can he outlast all the other competitors? I, for one, don't think so. He may be too tired from that unmerciful attack on both Tony Millennia and Destiny Daniels just a few minutes ago. Steve Hebert: Pfft, shut your mouth, Lex. Stryker Graff is a former World Champion; of course he can win this. Lex Robinson: We'll see about that. As for now, let's see who has drawn number two. "Love Is Not Enough" by Nine Inch Nails sputters to life, sending the crowd into an uproar. With every single light dead, smoke rises from beneath the stage. Rising from their dormant state, golden lights ignite all over. Shining down on Tony Millennia, who steps out from behind the curtain, a bright golden spotlight leads him down the aisle. Steve Hebert: Oh Jesus. Holding his ribs and his head, Tony furiously charges down to the ringside area, slides into the ring and goes head on into Stryker Graff. Lex Robinson: Here we go! Picking number two is Tony Millennia! Steve Hebert: Of all the people! Stryker advances on Tony, but receives a double-leg takedown for his efforts. Sitting atop of Stryker's chest, Tony continuously hammers his fists into Stryker's temple, trying to knock him senseless. Steve Hebert: Goddamnit, Tony is knocking the life out of Stryker Graff. This is awful. Lex Robinson: Not as awful as your commentary, Steve. Anyhow, Tony picks Stryker up off the ground, punches him up against the ropes and attempts to heave him over. Steve Hebert: Luckily, Stryker knows his whereabouts. So, with enough senses, he elbows Tony in the jaw. Turning around, Stryker goes to... nevermind, Tony punches him in the face. Goddamnit. Lex Robinson: With his back against the ropes, Stryker is whipped across the ring and walks right into a Flapjack from Tony Millennia. Dropped on his face, Stryker Graff can do nothing but roll around on the mat and receive random kicks to the chest and face from Tony, who eventually corners Stryker against the ropes, using his foot to choke the air out of him. Steve Hebert: Jesus, come on, Stryker. Lex Robinson: On top of that, we're getting closer to our next competitor coming out. Stryker better hope it's someone that isn't too happy with Tony Millennia. At this point, he'll go for anything that could possibly save him. Steve Hebert: Ugh. Tony lifts a dazed Stryker Graff up, leaves him in the center of the ring and bounces off the ropes... Lex Robinson: A vicious running Mafia Kick! Steve Hebert: Son of a bitch! That probably left the print of Tony's boot in Stryker's face. Lex Robinson: You think so? I do, too. Steve Hebert: ...Damnation! Again, Tony lifts Stryker up and side-headlocks him; this time striking him with a throat chop. Drool falls from Stryker's mouth as he huddles in the corner, trying to hold onto the middle turnbuckle pad. Unfortunately for him, Tony follows in from the opposite corner, levelling him with a running knee to the back of his head. Steve Hebert: Ouch! Stryker's face just met that middle turnbuckle pad. How atrocious. Lex Robinson: Revenge is a nice thing, Steve. Remember, Stryker was also the guy that took the World Title from Tony. Steve Hebert: Oh, I remember that perfectly. God, I miss that night. Lex Robinson: There's quite a difference between now and then, eh? Steve Hebert: We're finally ready to bring out the next man... or woman. God, I hope it's someone not awful. As Tony stomps his foot down into Stryker's chest, wanting revenge for the attack from earlier, the countdown to the next competitor begins...
Lex Robinson: Here we go. Who is it?
Steve Hebert: It's Travis Miller! That's good enough for me! Lex Robinson: Two years ago, Travis and Tony had a wicked blood-feud! In fact, Travis is an arch-nemesis to Tony Millennia. Steve Hebert: Here he goes. He grabs Tony from behind and slaps him on the back. Lex Robinson: Tony turns around, smirks, grabs Travis by the ears... and heaves him over the top rope and onto the floor! Travis Miller is out, already!
Steve Hebert: What the hell?! Travis Miller, you fucking idiot! I hope Cock rapes you up the butt! Lex Robinson: So much for Travis Miller saving the day, hey Steve? Steve Hebert: Shut up, shut up, shut up! Enraged, Travis Miller is forced to go to the back, while Stryker Graff seeks an opening in Tony Millennia, catching him from behind with a lowblow. Steve Hebert: A-ha! Now that's much better. Crippled over, holding his junk, Tony Millennia is the victim of a kneelift from Stryker, who is slowly regaining his energy after being pummelled by Tony for the first portions of the match. Bouncing off the ropes, he returns with a leaping shoulderblock that takes Tony off his feet. Lex Robinson: Stryker with a slight burst of energy, now, as he takes Tony down. Steve Hebert: Good. He even bounces off the ropes, returning with a kneedrop to Tony's skull. With any luck, that'll keep him down. Lex Robinson: Hmmm, well, it won't. Not because it has Tony knocked unconscious, but because Stryker is pulling Tony up. Steve Hebert: Not good, Stryker, not good at all. Lex Robinson: Pushing him chest-first up against the ropes, Stryker tries to throw Tony over, but Tony is able to hang on for dear life. He's able to relocate his positioning thanks to a punch below the belt on Stryker Graff. Steve Hebert: Pffft, if Stryker did that, he'd be Satan incarnate. Lex Robinson: Pretty much, yes. Steve Hebert: ...At least you admit it. Lex Robinson: Hey, they went lowblow-for-lowblow. It's all fair in my book. Slipping back into the ring, under the bottom rope, Tony fends Stryker off with a boot to the gut from a seated position. From here, he gives another double-leg takedown to Stryker, but holds onto his feet, at the ankles. Dropping back, he slingshots Stryker through the air. Steve Hebert: Oh no! Stryker sails through the air and over the top rope, but fortunately lands on his feet on the outer portion of the apron. Lex Robinson: Look how close he was to being eliminated! Steve Hebert: Too goddamn close for my comfort! Lex Robinson: Back up, Tony realizes Stryker's predicament and charges in at him a clenched fist. Seeing this, Stryker fires back with a forearm of his own to Tony's skull, knocking him back a few inches. This enables Stryker the chance to slingshot back into the ring and deliver a clothesline to Tony Millennia, knocking him on his ass. Steve Hebert: Phew. Back to safety for Stryker. Lex Robinson: Probably not for long, though, as we're getting close to having yet another competitor coming in. Steve Hebert: Hopefully they won't be as useless as the last person out here. Lex Robinson: I thought Travis Miller was "your boy"? Steve Hebert: No, I said, "Travis Miller likes boys." Lex Robinson: Oh; thanks for the clarification. Keeping Tony grounded with an influx of knees to the ribcage area, a place that he worked on earlier with a steel chair; Stryker bounces off the ropes and returns with a double-knee kneedrop to the ribs. Hoisting Tony up, he gives him a backbreaker, which is sure to also do some damage to the ribcage area. Lex Robinson: While Stryker works over Tony, even applying a Boston Crab to him, the countdown for the next competitor is on...
The arena goes black and a low hiss is heard.
the 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! Scarlet fireworks explode in chain up to the top of the entrance ramp, where the flames form a ring of fire from which Destiny emeges. Seeing Stryker Graff in the ring, she quickly hustles down the aisle and into the ring. Steve Hebert: ...Ah, fuck this. Lex Robinson: Destiny Daniels is here! She's going to get some retribution, as well. Steve Hebert: First, Tony, then Destiny. This is horrible for Stryker. Travis Miller shouldn't count due to his uselessness. Lex Robinson: Slipping into the ring, Destiny gives Stryker no chance of releasing the Boston Crab, striking him with a climbing enziguiri. What a kick upside the head! That got him to release the hold. Steve Hebert: Ugh. I think I'm gonna vomit. Lex Robinson: Oh, just drink your coke. Taking Stryker and planting some forearms and stiff punches to his head, Destiny whips him across the ring, waiting for his return, nailing him with a dropkick. The force of the dropkick is enough to send Stryker plunging backwards and up against the ropes, where he hangs, not wanting to go over. Steve Hebert: Yes, hug those ropes, Stryker. Hug them good. Lex Robinson: Destiny comes in, hitting Stryker Graff with a flurry of offensive kicks and punches, which literally confuse the hell out of him. Dazed and confused, he swings his fist in the air, but totally misses Destiny; and instead bounces chest-first off the ropes and walks right into a stunner from Destiny Daniels! Stryker Graff falls on his ass, bouncing up against the middle and bottom ropes. Steve Hebert: Which is good because he'd have to go over the top rope, right? Lex Robinson: Exactly. While Stryker Graff lays against the ropes, Destiny Daniels unloads some vicious kicks and stomps on him, allowing Tony Millennia access into the scene. Pushing Destiny away, he goes back to work on Stryker... Lex Robinson: Tony Millennia gives Destiny a shove, wanting to beat the life out of Stryker Graff himself! Steve Hebert: Hmm... this could be good... this could work. Lex Robinson: Destiny takes offense to this shove and whacks Tony upside the head with a high kick, dropping him like a sack of doorknobs. Steve Hebert: Motherfuckin' phew. Lex Robinson: She now starts lacing both men with some stomps and kicks. Soon enough, though, her entire attention is formed on Tony Millennia, giving Stryker Graff the chance to crawl away to safety. Steve Hebert: Now that's what I like to hear. It's about damn time. Lex Robinson: Let's not forget that it was Destiny Daniels who defeated Tony Millennia for the Television Title, so there's some history between these two, as well. Steve Hebert: Well, she's doing a good job of trapping him in the corner, not letting him go. She even whips him across the ring and springs across with a cartwheel elbow! Lex Robinson: A very nice move by the rather-flexible Destiny Daniels! As Tony wobbles out of the corner, she even strikes him with a roundhouse kick, which knocks him on his back! Steve Hebert: Poof! Out like a light! Lex Robinson: Let's see how long that'll last for, as we have another copetitor read to come out. Steve Hebert: Already?! Jeez, time is flying.
Your soul has suffered such abuse But I am not your savior I am just as fucked as you
Steve Hebert: Oh, for the love of Jesus. Lex Robinson: Nikita! It's Nikita! Nikita is known to be the on-again, off-again partner of Tony Millennia! What will she do? Steve Hebert: She goes right after Destiny Daniels, that's what! Lex Robinson: Indeed. Rolling into the ring, Nikita quickly grabs Destiny by the hair and drags her away from Tony Millennia. Swinging around, Destiny goes for another roundhouse kick to knock Nikita off, but the kick is ducked. Hastily grabbing Destiny via a front facelock, Nikita springs off Tony Millennia's shoulder, while he is hunched over, and twirls around, giving Destiny Daniels an amazing Tornado DDT! Steve Hebert: Wow! Destiny's head plummeted straight into the canvas. Perhaps things aren't as bad as I thought. Standing straight up, Nikita now focuses in on Stryker Graff. Steve Hebert: ...But then again, maybe I shouldn't speak so soon. Lex Robinson: Dashing into the corner where Stryker is laying, she storms in with a baseball slide dropkick, squashing him up against the middle and bottom turnbuckle pads! Steve Hebert: 0/10. Not cool at all. With everyone inside of the ring knocked out, except for Nikita, who stands vicariously in the center of the ring, she is able to pick out who she wants to target. Leaving Stryker down in an exhausted mess, Nikita turns her attention towards Destiny Daniels, who is only now arising from the prior Tornado DDT. Lex Robinson: Nikita grabs Destiny Daniels by the hair and holds her up against the ropes, attempting to toss her out. Steve Hebert: No such luck, unfortunately. Actually, I hope they both hit each other so hard that they float out to the floor. Fuck 'em both, I say. Giving up on trying to toss Destiny out, Nikita instead lays Destiny across the top rope, kicks her in the kidney-region and climbs to the top rope. Before she can fully stand on the top turnbuckle, however, Destiny awakens from her semi-slumber. Lex Robinson: Nikita is going to hit something bit here... or she was... Destiny has gotten off the ropes and is watching Nikita stand on the turnbuckle. Steve Hebert: She charges in, places her left foot on the middle rope and leaps into the air...! Enziguiri kick to the side of Nikita's head, while she is on the top turnbuckle pad! As a result, Nikita falls down and lands on the side of the apron, almost getting eliminated! Lex Robinson: She is able to hold onto the top rope! She kept enough wits to stay afloat in the match. While all of this is going on, the timer is ticking down. We're about to have five people in the ring; and our sixth entrant of the night. Steve Hebert: After this, there's only four left! Who's it gonna be?!
"Pain" by Three Days grace blares over the speakers. The lights dim as blood is shown dripping down the screen. Next, red pyros go off as the spotlight flickers towards the entranceway, revealing a man in a coat and a leather mask that reveals only a small portion of his face. Steve Hebert: Things are about to get a little... CRAZY. This guy is friggin' nuts. Lex Robinson: This guy you speak of is Wargod. We saw him almost kill Flame earlier tonight. We now have 4 people in the ring for him to try and mutilate. I don't know what's going to happen, now. Steve Hebert: Let's just hope he still has that blade. Lex Robinson: I hope he doesn't. Sliding inside, Wargod looks at the mass destruction in the ring and smiles. Steve Hebert: God, what a sick bastard. I like it. Right away, he attack Destiny Daniels with a clubbing blow from behind, knocking her onto her knees. From here, he attacks Tony Millennia before he is able to get up, hitting him with several knees and punches. He Irish-whips him into the opposite corner and follows in, with hot pursuit, nailing a running high knee into the corner, which catches Tony in the chest. Lex Robinson: That knee caught him good! Damn good. As Tony stumbles out, Wargod spinebusters him down to the mat and switches focus to Stryker Graff, who is now rising, while Destiny and Nikita tangle in the corner. Lex Robinson: Like a madman possessed, Wargod strikes Stryker Graff with a bunch of forearms, keeping him cornered. Eventually, he sets him in the opposite corner of Tony Millennia, who is trying to get to his feet, while using the turnbuckles to stand. Steve Hebert: Lex, he is a madman possessed. Furthermore, he is going to whip Stryker Graff right into Tony Millennia, bringing both enemies together -- literally. Lex Robinson: You're right. Stryker is whipped in... but Tony sidesteps, resulting in Stryker Graff crashing back-first against the turnbuckles. Tony, meanwhile, charges out with a clothesline, which is ducked by Wargod. Turning around, Wargod latches both arms around Millennia's chest and backdrop-drivers him! Holy cow! Steve Hebert: Mooo! Though he is hurt, Stryker Graff is impressed by that, cheering Wargod on, even if he attacked him just seconds earlier. See? Stryker is a nice guy, afterall. Wargod may be retarded, but he still gets accolades from Stryker Graff. That doesn't last for long, as Stryker instantly grabs Wargod's right arm and short-arm clotheslines him! Steve Hebert: And sometimes, Stryker may even clothesline you for the effort! See? A great guy indeed. Lex Robinson: But Wargod pops right up, staring at Stryker Graff, who has his back turned. On his knees, Stryker smirks at what he has just accomplished, not realizing that Wargod is actually standing right behind him. Steve Hebert: Aw, crap. Go attack Nikita or something, Wargod. Lex Robinson: Nikita is currently busy being hoisted over the top rope by Destiny Daniels, but to no avail. Right now, Wargod's attention is focused solely on Stryker. Steve Hebert: Damnit. When Graff stands, he still does not know of Wargod's whereabouts... until he takes a step back, that is. Feeling Wargod breath down his neck, Stryker looks over his shoulder, spots Wargod and goes to leap over the middle rope to land on the floor. Lex Robinson: You're going nowhere, Stryker Graff. That madman is going to deface you. Steve Hebert: Agh! He has Stryker by the tights, not allowing him to escape. Pulling Stryker Graff back in, he wraps his arms around him with a waistlock and release German suplexes him! Goddamn! Lex Robinson: Someone else is coming out...
As a loud booming sound is heard, the music of "Broken" by Seether and Amy Lee hits the PA system. Suddenly, a voice can be heard being emitted from it... "I am the one that you dream about."
On the large screen, the face of Hecate is shown, slowly fading away only to reveal her tombstone. Standing next to the tombstone is Flame, who can be seen with a tear dropping from his face, which soon turns from sorrow to pain. Without warning, the flashing stops and silence covers the arena. Once again, a booming sound is heard and fire shoots from the turnbuckle pads, revealing Flame standing in the middle of the ring, the crowd lightning up with excitement, due to his presence. Lex Robinson: Flame alert! Steve Hebert: We're flamin'! Lex Robinson: Right away, he targets the man he beat earlier in the night: Wargod! Striking him with punches and kicks, he is able to back Wargod into the ropes and then whip him out. On the rebound, Wargod runs into a high backdrop from Flame, who follows that up with two consecutive clotheslines and a dropkick to take Wargod down! Steve Hebert: I guess this is what Wargod gets for beating up Stryker Graff. I mean, the guy is a bit nuts, but he shouldn't have been that nuts. Lex Robinson: Flame is measuring Wargod up, now. He speeds forward... and clotheslines Wargod up and over the top rope! Bye bye, Wargod! Your chances of winning either the Purity or Lust Title has gone right out the window!
Steve Hebert: He recklessly tries to climb back inside, too, but he is being held back by a bevy of officials. Lex Robinson: Get that psycho out of here. Steve Hebert: But if they take you away, who am I gonna broadcast with? Lex Robinson: Shush. His job of eliminating Wargod done, Flame turns to his right, only to walk right into a kick to the gut from Destiny Daniels. She then grabs him by his right arm and throws him with a judo-toss over her right shoulder, sending him down to the ground. Unfortunately, as he rolls right up, he is met with a springboard dropkick from Nikita, who strikes both of her feet off his face. Steve Hebert: Jesus, Flamey is getting beat up by two women. Lex Robinson: Sounds like one of your fantasies. Steve Hebert: Well... yeah. As Nikita battles with Flame, Destiny just observes and backs off, turning around to see Stryker Graff delivering an axehandle to the neck of Tony Millennia after a failed attempt at elimination. Standing prim and proper, she doesn't move, just continues to observe. Lex Robinson: Nikita is draping Flame over the middle rope, trying to choke the life out of him. Steve Hebert: Yes, but Stryker Graff is making another attempt at trying to heave out Tony Millennia. He and Tony were the first entrants; yet they're still battling with each other, go figure. Lex Robinson: They do kinda hate each other, you know. And with the second person Stryker hit with that chair looming just behind him, it looks as if things are about to become a little more dangerous for him. Tony teeters on the edge, as Stryker puts more and more effort in his elimination attempt. Unbeknownst to Stryker, though, is the threat that stalks him from behind. Lex Robinson: Here comes Destiny Daniels... Steve Hebert: But she pushes Stryker Graff; not Tony! Lex Robinson: Obviously! Stryker Graff goes up and over the top rope, while Tony Millennia lands on the apron. Because Tony is laying there, Stryker cannot safely land in a position where he won't be eliminated! Both of his feet hit the floor and... Steve Hebert: Stryker Graff is gone! I can't believe this! He's a former World Champion! He can't be eliminated... he just can't! Lex Robinson: But he has! So, deal with it!
Steve Hebert: Well, Graff's pissed! And so am I. That wench! Lex Robinson: Oh man, that was great. But she better watch out for Tony Millennia, who remains on the outside. He knees her in the stomach and goes to suplex her to the floor, while Stryker Graff is forced to the backstage area, furious about the outcome. Tony goes to lift her up and over, but she wraps her right leg around the middle rope. He tries again, but gets the same result. For the third time, he tries and she goes up and over, but lands on the apron, alongside him! Steve Hebert: Good! Someone needs to knock both those bastards out! Lex Robinson: Perhaps it'll be our next entrance...
"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 nears the ring, he rolls inside. Steve Hebert: Father! Lex Robinson: Xander! Steve Hebert: F'n! Lex Robinson: ...Gates? Once inside, Xander is charged at by Flame, who has reversed Nikita's attempt at a backdrop via a swinging-360 degree Unprettier, which plants her face in the mat. Seeing this, Xander ducks down and backdrops Flame, who goes flying towards Tony Millennia and Destiny Daniels, who are slugging it out on the side of the apron. Lex Robinson: Watch out...! Steve Hebert: They catch him! What the Jesus?! They catch Flame! Lex Robinson: One minute they're fighting, the next, they have a 250 pound man in their arms. Well, it's mostly Tony who is holding him up... but still! They don't know what to do. Confused, Tony and Destiny share a look and nod their head. With gusto, they throw Flame back over their shoulders, resulting in him catapulting all the way to the floor, meeting the dreaded elimination.
Lex Robinson: There goes Flame! Steve Hebert: That was the oddest elimination of any kind that I have ever witnessed in my entire life. Lex Robinson: I'll co-sign that, buddy. Steve Hebert: Remember, I said don't call me "buddy", ever. Lex Robinson: Yes, sir! Instead of returning to their fighting ways, Destiny and Tony share another glance and step back inside of the ring, where they staredown Xander Gates, who backs off, not wanting to be double-teamed. Unfortunately for him, Nikita has regained her composure behind hmi and dropkicks him from behind, sending him flying into Tony and Destiny, who both hip-toss him. On the way down, he is blocked from landing, though, and instead they flip him back over onto his feet. Lex Robinson: A nice succession of moves right there! Together, Destiny and Tony clench their arms together and double-clothesline Xander Gates, who just landed on his feet! Steve Hebert: My poor father! Lex Robinson: Uh... hmm... uh huh. Steve Hebert: What? Lex Robinson: Nothing. Steve Hebert: Xander is my father... and he should be yours, too! Lex Robinson: Right. Anyway, Tony and Destiny continue their apparent team-work; which is odd, considering not long ago, they were beating the snot out of each other. Steve Hebert: Hey, it's a rumble. There's no friends; just enemies. Win by any means necessary, even if it means teaming with someone. Right now, you see them kicking and stomping at Xander; and later, you may see Destiny laying on her back, thanks to a punch from Tony. Lex Robinson: For the first time ever, you are correct! Right after you said that, Tony Millennia allows Destiny to step forward, but not before kicking her in the lower back. From here, he hooks her and back-suplexes her and on her way down, she is given a neckbreaker from Nikita! Steve Hebert: I told you so! Everyone should listen to me! Everyone! Lex Robinson: Acting as a unit, Nikita and Tony drop elbows on Destiny, pick her up and go to throw her over the top rope, but she holds on and skins-the-cat, not allowing her feet to touch the floor! When she pulls herself back in, she charges at Tony, who has his back turned. At the right time, he turns around, views Destiny storming at him and throws her into the air, only for Destiny to deliver a modified guillotine legdrop to the back of Nikita's head on the way down; thereby jamming her face into the mat! Seeing this, Xander Gates also senses an opening and stands from the corner he had been sitting in. Steve Hebert: Bam! He catches Tony with a stiff running forearm. Turning Tony around, he hooks both arms and release Dragon Suplexes him! Running towards the ropes, he bounces off with a springboard moonsault! He is calling for one more moonsault. Lex Robinson: In the meantime, the count is on...!
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. He slides into the ring and latches on to Nikita's feet, forcing her to fall on her rear-end, unable to save Tony. Steve Hebert: Down goes Nikita... and there goes Xander for another springboard moonsault... Lex Robinson: Destiny sneaks in and delivers a leaping kick to Xander's back! While on the second rope, he springs forward, lands on the side of the apron and bounces onto the floor! He is eliminated! Steve Hebert: That sneaky bitch! She just eliminated our "Father"! Lex Robinson: Eh, it's all fair. You even said so.
Steve Hebert: With Xander gone, we're now down to 5 people; with one more person left to come out. Lex Robinson: That person being Mike Phantasy, whom we saw earlier. He delivered that kick to Nikita... but throughout the match they worked as allies, so who know what will happen in this match. Steve Hebert: Let's focus on the right now, where Billy Badson is keeping Nikita grounded with a hammerlock. You know, hammerlocks really are friggin' lethal. You feel the pain go all the way up the arm, to the spine and throughout the body. It's no wonder Nikita is barely able to move. Lex Robinson: He's even lifting her up... and bodyslamming her back down; with the hammerlock still applied. If her arm is taken out of action, it may result in a harder chance of her throwing someone out. It's a wise move from a wise old man. Steve Hebert: Eh, he's just an old man, Lex. An old man who shits in his pants, most likely... just like every other old man. An old man that is probably the reason for most automobile accidents. An old man that can't land on his side, due to fear of losing a hip. An old man that... Lex Robinson: We get your point. While Billy Badson works over Nikita and her arm, Destiny is stomping on Tony, keeping him grounded. He's been in the entire match and has taken quite a beating; this is a pretty damn good feat for him. Especially after taking those disastrous chairshots from that bastard, Stryker Graff. Sitting on the mat, Tony receives a barrage of stiff football kicks from Destiny, who bounces off the ropes and returns with a somersault snap mare, snapping Tony's head forward. She rolls straight up and bounces off the middle rope, springing back with a fluid springboard kick to the back of Billy Badson's head, knocking him away from Nikita. Taken back by this raucous high-flying action, Billy kicks Nikita in the arm and eyes Destiny Daniels. Lex Robinson: Uh oh. Steve Hebert: Billy Badson is pissed. He doesn't like this high-flying, glitzy, glammy action. He wants it old-school and quite frankly, he deems himself the king of old school. Now, do I agree with that? Maybe... maybe not. But the fact is that Billy is one scary old man... who probably shits in his pants. Remember, folks, donate all diapers to Sin Wrestling. Lex Robinson: There you go, again. Steve Hebert: What? I can't help it. I have problems. Look, at least I don't shit in my pants. Holding the back of his head, Billy Badson comes face-to-face with Destiny Daniels. After saying the wrong word, Billy ends up with a slap across the face from Destiny. Lex Robinson: Oof! Destiny just slapped the taste out of Billy Badson's mouth! He's going to fire back. Steve Hebert: He stops himself -- what the hell?! Lex Robinson: Isn't it obvious? He isn't going to strike a woman! Steve Hebert: But she hits him again! The old geezer needs to grow some balls. He can't let a bitch run him over like that. Lex Robinson: His hands are balled into fists, but he is still holding back. Steve Hebert: She did it again! Another punch to the jaw! The fans are going nuts! Lex Robinson: He's looking around at the fans and... headlock! Headlock! Oh man! A headlock! If you can't hit her, wrestle her! Steve Hebert: My God, old people are awful. Lex Robinson: Using her forearm, Destiny struggles to break free, eventually pushing Billy against the ropes. Pushing him off, she is able to relinquish herself from Billy's grasps, sending him towards Tony Millennia, who catches Billy and attempts to belly-to-belly suplex him. Thinking quickly, Billy blocks it by kneeing Tony in the crotch! Steve Hebert: Typical old man. Lex Robinson: Billy fires some rights-and-lefts at Tony's head and then atomic drops him! Not only that, our last competitor is coming down...
The lights in the arena dim as the SW-Screen lights up, signaling the entrance
of the youngest Sin Wrestling Hall of Famer. The words illuminate the screen for several seconds, as fog begins to roll onto the stage and entrance ramp. Down some pills, up some hope This karma machine only takes quarters New age soldier, new age soldier Everything is automatic And everybody's all right Everything is skin deep Finally, Mike Phantasy rushes out of fog to a completely loathing crowd, apart from a few die-hard Mike Phantasy fans. He hurriedly jogs towards the ring and slides in underneath the bottom rope. Steve Hebert: We're one step closer to crowning a new champ, Lex. And with the luck-of-the-draw, it's Mike Phantasy that enters last. Lex Robinson: Luck-of-the-draw is right. He, of all people, has the best chance at bringing one of the titles in front of us home. Ironically, he goes right after Destiny Daniels, who had been stomping on Nikita, the same person he screwed over in his match earlier. Steve Hebert: He's giving that bitch some nice forearm shots, while Billy Badson has Tony hoisted up on his back, trying to dump him over the top rope. Jesus, he's going to throw his back out like that. Lex Robinson: Elimination is close for Tony Millennia, while Destiny is facing a wicked barrage of shots from Mike Phantasy, including him giving her a horrid gutbuster! Tony, meanwhile, is seconds away from landing on the floor. If Billy puts a little more effort... gone! Steve Hebert: Holy crap. That old man just dumped Tony Millennia out of the ring. I guess old bags of shit and piss aren't so bad, afterall.
Steve Hebert: Bahahahaha, just kidding. They really are useless. Down to only four people, two of the corners are pared off -- with Destiny and Phantasy exchanging blows; and Nikita and Billy Badson mixing it up. Of course, Billy doesn't want to strike a lady, so instead he applies another rear hammerlock on Nikita, still breathless from lifting Tony Millennia up on his shoulders. Steve Hebert: Man, that Billy Badson sure is an exciting wrestler. Lex Robinson: Uh... yeah... Destiny moves out of the way of a charging elbow into the corner from Mike. Having him planted against the turnbuckles, she places her foot on the middle rope, leaps into the air and offers a kick to the head of Mike, snapping his neck back. Hitting a perfect snap suplex on Mike, Destiny ascends to the top rope, hoping to hit some high-flying maneuver on him. However, Billy Badson eyes this and being the opponent of high-flying, he snaps and charges over towards Destiny, sweeping her legs out from beneath her. From this seated position, she fights back, grabs two handfuls of Billy's hair and bashes his cranium off the turnbuckle pad beneath her. Steve Hebert: He shrugs it off, though... and is climbing up alongside her! What the Christ?! He's like 90 years old! He shouldn't be up there! Lex Robinson: He beckons to the audience and... Nikita comes from behind and shoves him off the top rope! He crashes all the way to the floor! Dear God, is he alright?!
Lex Robinson: I think we're gonna need a stretcher or some shit to get Badson out of here. Steve Hebert: Jesus, someone's gonna have to hook that bastard up to some oxygen or something. Thanks to the help from several officials, Billy Badson is aided to the back, thereby leaving 3 people in the match. Lex Robinson: We're down to just three, now, Steve. Steve Hebert: Thank fuck. I'm getting damn hungry here. The final three; Destiny Daniels, Nikita and Mike Phantasy, the most rested of the match, circle each other, not wanting to lose eyesight with any of the others. Nikita, who is obviously paranoid of Mike Phantasy's motives, thanks to his earlier actions, leans back against the ropes, letting Destiny and Mike hook up. Lex Robinson: Mike applies a standing side-headlock on Destiny. He takes her over, only to have her apply a headscissors and escape from the predicament. Snapping back up, Mike watches as Destiny slowly rises, drained from her previous match and from the fact that she was one of the earlier entrants. Steve Hebert: It's been what... 25-30 minutes since she entered? Of course she's drained. Hell, Nikita entered not long after her, so she's pretty down-and-out, as well. Lex Robinson: Nevertheless, Mike just toys with Destiny, slapping her across the face several times. Pissed, Destiny waits for Mike to go for another slap. Once he does, she grabs hold of his arm and takes him down with a single-arm bulldog. Pulling back with all-might, she applies an armbar that causes Mike to cry out in pain and random vulgarities. Lex Robinson: Mike Phantasy is tapping! Steve Hebert: It doesn't matter! Not in this environment, anyhow. Lex Robinson: Look at him struggling to free his arm. It looks good on an asshole such as him. Steve Hebert: You are SOOO biased. Fortunately for Mike, Nikita witnesses the situation and jumps into action. Dropping a knee across Destiny's spine, she forces Destiny to release the hold and plucks her up to her feet. After a shoulderbreaker, Nikita dumps Destiny upside-down in the corner, in a Tree-of-Woe. Lex Robinson: Nikita has Destiny hung upside-down and she is stepping into the opposite corner. Speeding out, she goes for what-seems-to-be a baseball slide dropkick, but Destiny uses her stomach muscles to pull herself up, resulting in Nikita sliding into the steel ring post! Ouch! Steve Hebert: Good thing she doesn't have testicles. Lex Robinson: Mike Phantasy becomes aware of Destiny's position, leaps to his feet and launches in and up onto the top turnbuckle, dropping down, giving Destiny a spider-German suplex off the top turnbuckle! Wow! Landing on her neck/shoulders, Destiny shouts out in agony, while Nikita stands, helping Mike Phantasy off the ropes. Together, Mike and Nikita form a plan to eliminate Destiny, with Mike telling Nikita to throw Destiny over the top rope. Lex Robinson: It seems as if they're okay with working together now. Surely, this can't be good for Destiny. Steve Hebert: She's a bitch and nothing but a bitch, anyhow. Lex Robinson: Nikita lifts Destiny up by her hair and throws her up against the ropes. Hunching her over the top rope, she grabs onto both of Destiny's legs and lifts her up. She's seconds away from being eliminated. Steve Hebert: Wait... Lex Robinson: What the... Charging forward, Mike Phantasy comes from behind Nikita and shoves her over the top rope. As a result, Destiny slams hard on the floor, followed closely behind by Nikita.
Steve Hebert: Phantasy wins! Phantasy wins! Lex Robinson: Again. He did this again. Nikita needs to learn to not be so trusting. That guy is a friggin' snake. Steve Hebert: He may be a snake, but at least he has a title! Now which title will he choose?! Mike Phantasy's celebration inside of the ring doesn't last long, as he switches his attention towards the announcing table, where both titles are held. As two referees inform Nikita and Destiny of their elimination, Mike hops victoriously out of the ring and glares at both titles, thinking which one to take. Steve Hebert: The last man to enter... and the last man standing. That's pretty good, hey, Lex? Lex Robinson: A friggin' snake. Rubbing his chin, Mike looks deep in thought, until he finally comes to a decision. Grabbing hold of the Purity Title, he places it over his right shoulder, smirks at the camera and points to himself; the new champ. Lex Robinson: What a way to go out. We'll see you next time, folks, at... what was the card's name again? Lex is handed a piece of paper from a ringside assistant. Lex Robinson: We'll see you next time at... The Chris Extreme Memorial Show. Steve Hebert: Hooray! Lex Robinson: What the hell?! Is this a joke? Corey Page is seriously naming this the name of the next card? What the hell is going on here? The final few images are of Mike Phantasy celebrating his victory by trashing some fans and holding his Purity Title high into the air. Soon, we fade to darkness.
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