[...Speaking of which, on the front of the casket -- the door -- there is a Nazi symbol with a red circle and line going through it. Opening the door, he looks inside...]

Chris Carson: Perfect size for a perfect douchebag.

[...And he slams the lid.]

Chris Carson: This time, I'm going to eliminate the bastard for good.

[Fade into the opening credits.]

[The arena goes dark and deep blue lights faintly illuminate the arena. "Burn" by Nine Inch Nails erupts over the speakers in the arena.]

[The blue lights flash brightly and then go out, leaving the arena in complete darkness.]

[Whitish blue strobe lights begin flashing to the beat of the song as Nikita steps out onto the stage with the words "The End of the World" flashing on the screen behind her and the Platinum Championship laid across her right shoulder. She looks around the arena before making her way down the ramp. Upon reaching the ring, she slides into under the bottom rope and jumps up, smirking as she cracks her knuckles to prepare for the match.]

[But Dark Thorn quickly reaches out and grabs the ropes.]

[After the exchange, Dark Thorn seems weary, while Nikita only appears amused. She fakes another lunge at Dark Thorn, who steps back. Taking advantage of the trick, Nikita charges forth and takes him down to the mat in a Lou Thesz press, followed by vicious rights and lefts. Before stepping off, Nikita even drags her nails across Thorn's forehead, nearly drawing blood; the ref warns Nikita, but his warning goes unnoticed.]

[Dragging himself up off the mat and holding his forehead, Dark Thorn turns just in time to see a knee being thrust into his face. A crack is heard as Thorn falls back on to the mat, followed by a dull thud as Nikita drills a sharp knee into his ribcage and then into his bicep, obviously softening his arm up. Continuing with the softening, Nikita balances herself in a handstand on Thorn's arm and soon drops both of her knees into it, causing him to cry out like a wounded beast.]

[Maintaining her grip on Dark Thorn's arm, Nikita peels him up off the mat and Irish whips him into a corner. Thorn watches as Nikita storms in after him, able to to project an elbow into her jaw as she goes for a body splash. However, this is administered with Thorn's softened arm, forcing him to grip it in pain while Nikita crashes down to the mat. Unwilling to give up the advantage, Thorn kicks his boot into Nikita's face as she tries to sit up, almost knocking her teeth right down her throat. Thorn then backs into the corner once more, hoisting himself up to the middle rope. A second later, he comes crashing down on to Nikita with an elbow drop aimed straight for her heart. Dark Thorn covers.]

[Just past the count of two, Nikita's shoulder shoots upward. Thorn anticipates this and immediately pulls her up and into a standing head scissors. After lifting her up on to his shoulders, Dark Thorn wastes no time in slamming her back-first into the turnbuckles with a devastating powerbomb. Thorn keeps the pace up, dragging Nikita to the center of the ring by her ankle; the figure four leg lock is shortly put into motion -- and secured!]

[A minute goes by and still, Nikita refuses to give in. She twists and turns on the mat, trying to reverse the leg lock, but to no avail whatsoever. Seeing that he's not receiving the results he has hoped for, Thorn releases the hold, though not before laying another stiff boot into Nikita, this time at her knee, clearly attempting to keep her grounded; Thorn then pulls her up to her feet and front face locks her.]

[Held up in a vertical suplex position, Nikita suddenly comes to life, managing to slither down out of Dark Thorn's grip -- and sunset flips him!]

[Nearly falling victim to the suprise factor, Dark Thorn powers out shortly before three. More than nearly angered by this, Thorn gets right up and charges at Nikita, swiping a clothesline her throat's way.]

[Nikita ducks.]

[Positioned behind Thorn, Nikita reaches in under his arms, soon locking in a full nelson, though not for long as she follows through with a full nelson bulldog -- or a "Bullet in the Gun," a trademark of her tag team partner, Tony Millennia!]

[Then follows it up with another of his moves, "Die!" Hitting the ropes, Nikita returns and drills a pair of knees into Dark Thorn's skull, finishing off "Die!" She soon pins him.]

[Or so it might have seemed, but Dark Thorn kicks out!]

[Frustrated with Thorn's refusal to quit, Nikita yanks him by his hair. Succeeding where she failed earlier, Nikita thrusts a harsh palm into Thorn's collarbone -- and another and another and another! When Dark Thorn turns away and stumbles, Nikita dropkicks him right into the ropes. As he bounces back, Nikita leaps up onto his shoulders from behind and miraculously hits a reverse hurricanrana, leaving Thorn laying face-down on the mat.]

["2012 follows.]

[And Dark Thorn taps!]

[Picking up the win over her much larger opponent, Nikita looks relieved as she is handed her Platinum Title. To "Burn," Nikita heads backstage, while Dark Thorn lays on the mat, disappointed at his loss.]

["Skew It On The Barbie" by Outkast hits and Adam Navarro makes his way to the ring with little fanfare.]

[The arena goes black and a low hiss is heard.]

[The first verse of "Jetsetter" by Morningwood kicks in harshly, cranked up to it‘s highest setting possible.]

[Scarlet fireworks explode in chain up to the top of the entrance ramp, where the flames form a ring of fire from which Destiny emeges.]

[She hustles to the ring, sliding in, testing the ropes and motioning for her music to be cut.]

[The lights go out in the arena and all is silent for a few seconds. Suddenly, the sound of a steady drum beat, and a few riffs on the guitar follow. What comes next sounds like a person yelling, but distorted, sounding almost animalistic. The lead into "Head Like a Hole" by Nine Inch Nails starts to play and Khristian Call emerges through the curtain There is no blast of pyro for the man, nor does there need to be. The fans get to their feet to greet the man that most of them came to see perform tonight and Call starts to make his way down the entrance ramp. He looks around to the fans, who extend their hands out at the man as he approaches them. He goes to the right side of the aisle first, stepping onto the top of the barricade and extending his arms out to his sides. The fans all reach upwards towards them, as he brings his arms in an 'X' towards his chest before getting down from the barricade. He goes to the left side and repeats this action as the chorus to the song kicks in. Khristian then gets down from the left side and continues on towards the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope and entering. He pushes himself up off of the mat and walks to the ropes across from him, jumping up onto the middle ropes and raising his arms in the air, as the fans respond to him once more with a deafening roar of cheers. Khristian smirks, then bounces off the ropes, turning in mid-air and landing back on the mat. He takes a step back and rests his arms over the top rope as his music fades out, and he waits for his match to begin.]

[With all four opponents officially in the ring, the bell rings and each person glares at each other, not flinching a muscle.]

[Right off the bat, Destiny charges across the ring at Adam Navarro. She goes for a baseball slide between his legs, but he captures her, stops her, hoists her up into a wheelbarrow suplex position; but is thrown to the canvas when she rolls forward, armdragging him down to the mat. When everyone else sees what just occured, it forces them to also commence with their actions.]

[Not wanting to be shown-up by his newest potential love interest, Titan 3 also bolts forward, leaping over Adam Navarro, and dashing towards Khristian Call. Like Destiny, he tries for a baseball slide between Khristian's legs, only to have his weight factor against him, stopping him in place. Seeing this, Khristian Call steps forward, stomps on the back of Titan 3's head, stunning him and bashing his head into the mat.]

[Seeing what just happened, out of the corner of her eye, Destiny shakes her head and again dashes at Adam Navarro, hopping up onto his shoulders, catching him by surprise. Swinging her body around, she looks to go for a hurricanrana, which Adam braces for. Unfortunately, at the last second, she contorts her body, lands on her feet and armdrags Adam once again. Leaping back up, she hopes to continue her beatdown on Adam, only to jump up into a running lariat from Khristian Call that twists her body around.]

[Flipping through the air, landing hard on her back, Destiny Daniels looks up at the ceiling, watching as Khristian Call picks her up by the hair, headbutts her and then release belly-to-belly suplexes her. When he rises, he goes to continue his attack, but recognizes Titan 3 rising to his feet. Knowing that he needs to do something about this potential problem, Khristian steps in at him, applies a wristlock and proceeds to wrist-clutch belly-to-belly release suplex him, as well.]

[Landing on his big, bald head, Titan 3 holds his neck, wincing out the pain of landing upside-down. Meanwhile, Khristian Call stands back, waiting for Titan 3 to stand, holding his forearm, ready to blast it across Titan 3's face. With a gust of energy, he blasts forward, but has Titan 3 duck beneath the forearm shot, causing him to run directly into Adam Navarro, who lifts Khristian up onto his shoulders with a fireman's carry. Hoping to drive Khristian into the mat with his maneuver, The Reflex, Adam stumbles around the ring, trying to hold his opponent up, despite the hammer-like shots he receives upside the head from Khristian's right knee.]

[Watching the two men stumble around the center of the ring, Destiny leaps up, sprints forward and chopblocks Adam Navarro's left leg out from underneath him. Dropping down, Adam inadvertently Death Valley Drivers Khristian Call and sits there, while Destiny torpedoes back up to her feet. Throwing herself into the ropes, she return with a seated dropkick to Adam's face, knocking him back on the canvas. Sensing victory, she goes for a quick cover...]

[Titan 3, the least expected person of the match to stop Destiny from winning, does just that. Grabbing her two feet, he flips her up and over, allowing her to kick-up to her feet. Turning around, she stands in amazement at Titan 3, who tries to look innocent. Stepping up to him, she seems to almost threaten him, forcing him to back upwards, trying not to be reprimanded for his actions. His efforts prove to be futile, though, as Khristian Call is able to crawl to his feet and leap at Destiny Daniels, striking her with a stiff forearm to her lower-back, knocking her into Titan 3, who also stumbles back into the corner, amazed that Destiny would attack him.]

[Stumbling back, Destiny is rolled-up with a schoolboy-rollup by Khristian, who leans on her legs, hoping to get the pinfall...]

[However, upon seeing this, Titan 3 staggers forward and boots Khristian Call in the face, knocking him off Destiny. Lifting Khristian to his feet, he instantly drops him back down with a full-nelson buster, bounces off the ropes and splashes onto him. He goes for a cover of his own, but Adam Navarro interrupts him, kicking him in the face and wrenching his arm.]

[Standing over Titan 3, with Titan's arm in between his legs, Adam rolls over, allowing Titan to flip over onto his back, also. From this position, he locks in a wakigatame, hoping to have Titan 3 submit. Showing sure signs of pain and frustration, Titan 3 extends his open arm for the bottom rope, but it's useless; Adam keeps him in the same position.]

[Not wanting to lose because Titan 3 taps out, Destiny Daniels springs into action and creeps up on Navarro, applying a Dragon Sleeper on him, while he still keeps ahold of Titan 3's arm. She locks in the hold so tight, that is forces Adam Navarro to stand, barely enabling him to keep a firm grip on Titan 3's arm. With Destiny behind him, still with the Dragon Sleeper applied, Khristial Call sneaks up behind her and German suplex her, also forcing her to give Adam Navarro a reverse suplex.]

[With the three others hurt inside of the ring, Khristian bridges Destiny, looking for the victory pinfall via a German suplex...]

[At the last possible second, Destiny Daniels kicks out, breaking the three-count. Appearing surprised at the kickout and the lack of a victory, Khristian eyes the referee and the fans, looking for answers, but gets none. Ironically, instead of an answer, he receives a kick to the jaw from Titan 3, who plucks him to his feet, punches him across the forehead and knocks him into the ropes.]

[Irish-whipping Khristian Call across the ring, Titan 3 ducks down, looking for a backdrop, only to receive a kick to the shoulderblade from Khristian, resulting in a sharp, tingling pain to spiral down Titan 3's arm. Reaching around Titan 3's head, applying a front facelock, Khristian almost has his head taken off by a shaky Adam Navarro, who can barely rise to his feet. However, seeing Adam's clothesline attempt well ahead of him, Khristian ducks, sending Adam charging behind him. Therefore, when Adam Navarro spins around, Khristian reaches back, while keeping a grip on Titan's 3. Dropping down, he simultaneously connects with a DDT and a 3/4 facelock bulldog.]

[Rolling over onto Adam Navarro's body, Khristian Call goes for another pinfall...]

[Seconds before the three, Destiny Daniels baseball-slide dropkicks into Call and Navarro, stopping the cover. Frustrated, Khristian fights back, sending some punches and forearms into Destiny's gut, stands to his feet and scoops her up. Charging ahead, Khristian Call literally heaves Destiny over the top rope, forcing her to land on her back; on the cold, hard cement. Turning around, he expects to witness Adam Navarro laying on the mat; but is surprised to see Adam Navarro up -- in the clutches of Titan 3, who has him lifted up into the Ground Zero.]

[Coming to a quick conclusion, Khristian Call blasts forward, wasting no time in connecting with a climbing Shining Wizard that not only connects upside Titan 3's head, but also forces Titan 3 to release Navarro, allowing him to slither down onto the canvas. Standing up and stepping back, Khristian Call hunches over, readying himself to take Navarro down when he rises. Speeding forward, he extends his right arm and viciously connects to Adam's head, resulting in both men falling up-and-over the top rope and onto the floor, leaving Titan 3 as the lone wrestler inside of the ring.]

[Dazed and confused, he hovers to his feet, not exactly feeling good. With an aura of light-headedness surrounding him, he bumbles around the ring, while Destiny Daniels climbs onto the side of the apron, calculating his stumbling. When the time is right, Destiny springboards up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off, gliding down and delivering the Scarlet Strike to both sides of Titan 3's neck.]

[Ever-so-slowly, Titan 3's legs buckle beneath him and he falls flat on his face, allowing for Destiny Daniels to come up by him, drop down and lock in The Cottonmouth. Hauling back, she shows no mercy to the guy who has shown interest in her, eventually forcing him to use his left arm to tap out.]

[Being named the victor, Destiny Daniels finally releases her grip, stands to her feet and looks at a fallen Titan 3, who remains in the hunched-up turtle position, feeling quite sore. Khristian Call and Adam Navarro, meanwhile, continue fighting on the floor, even though the match has ended.]

Scar: Why do I have to do this? This is stupid! Even if she gets it, she's going to laugh and throw it away. I'm just going to forget it; I'll tell Roshando that I accomplished my goal and that she declined. It'll be better that way.

[Just then, someone taps him on the shoulder. Startled, he quickly turns around and hides the paper behind his back. There, standing in front of him, is Doctor Roshando. Scar's face lights up with shock, while Doctor Roshando laughs.]

Doctor Rashando: What's the matter, Scar? Didn't expect me to be here? Well, I had to come and see you through this glorious day. You were just about to do it, weren't you?"

[Scar brings the paper out and looks at it. We get a glimpse of the letter which reads...]

[He folds up the paper as Doctor Roshando watches on. Scar takes a deep breath, turns around and places the note under the door and pushes it through. Roshando laughs and pats Scar on the back.]

Doctor Rashando: There, now don't you feel better?

[Scar looks at him with almost a angry look on his face.]

Scar: No, not really...

[They walk off together. Meanwhile, the camera is finally able to get a clear picture of the door. On it, the door is marked...]

[Instead of the lights cutting out, they flicker in time with the music, "Not Falling" by Mudvayne, rips onto the speakers. Green pyro goes off near the ring entrance, and Vegas appears on the entrance ramp, a cigarette stuck between his lips. He walks to the ring, and climbs the steel stairs. He pops his neck and flicks the cigarette out into the crowd, possibly burning someone. He smirks as he leans against the ropes, waiting the start of the match.] [Romeo and Seth stand side-by-side, partners, waiting for the arrival of David Dunn, who stuck his nose in Shane Clemmens and the NCV's business last week.]

[A quiet hush falls over the crowd as the lights dim and a spotlight hits the entranceway to the ring. Static starts to fill over the PA system and an explosion behind the entranceway is heard as "Remedy" by Seether begins to play.]

[The "GFF" David Dunn walks out on to the entrance ramp, wearing a long, black leather jacket with black and red wrestling shorts. In his right hand is a sledgehammer, which he has risen up into the sky.]

[David points the sledgehammer towards the ring, at Seth and Romeo, as he starts to make his way towards the ringside area.]

[Rolling into the ring with the sledgehammer, both Romeo and Seth go to jump him, but he seizes the day by swinging the sledgehammer at both man's head. Ducking underneath, they are able to force David Dunn to drop the sledgehammer, double-team kick him and corner him, where they both do a number on him; attacking him physically with random stomps, kicks and punches.]

[Double Irish-whipping him across the ring, they watch as David Dunn smashes up against the turnbuckle pads. Seconds after he strikes them, though, he bounces out, both arms extended and takes both Seth and Romeo down with a double-clothesline.]

[Seth and Romeo roll out of the ring, trying to devise some sort of plan, while David remains inside, looking victorious in this early portion of the match. Deciding to split-up, Seth goes to one section of the ring and Romeo, the other. David's attention conflicts between both men, who leap up onto the apron, hoping to take David Dunn down. However, when Seth gets up, he is instantly attacked by David Dunn, who clobbers him with some big fists, punches and knees, locking him up on the middle rope.]

[On the other hand, Romeo Jenkins slithers inside, sneaks up on David Dunn and kicks him in the back of the knee, staggering him. Swinging David around, Romeo locks on with a 3/4 facelock, drops to the ground and bulldogs him. Feeling the time is right, Romeo makes a premature count...]

[Obviously, David Dunn kicks out, not allowing himself to go down so easily. Flabbergasted, Romeo sits David Dunn up and bends his arm, unloading with a series of bionic elbows to David's head. Fighting back, David gives Romeo some punches to the ribs, which gives him ample time to recover and stand to his feet. Charging at Romeo, looking for a clothesline, David misses and instead comes face-to-face with a standing side kick from Seth Dryden...]

[...Well, almost. Stopping just short of a disastrous collision, David Dunn holds himself in place, catches Seth by the foot, swings him around and atomic-whips him, forcing him to land on his rear-end. This tempo, doesn't last long, however, as David manages to focus solely on Seth, punching away at his head, becoming oblivious to an advancing Romeo Jenkins, who connects with a high knee to David's back, sending him face-first into the middle turnbuckle.]

[Following behind David, Romeo unleashes a load of knees to David's upper-back that also further jam his face into the turnbuckle. Picking David up, Romeo knees him in the gut and settles him in between his legs with a standing headscissors. Picking David up, Romeo hops into the air, giving him enough hang-time to spike David's head into the mat with a spike piledriver.]

[Rising up, Romeo neglects to cover David and instead, kicks and stomps him, furthering the abuse by sitting him up onto his knees, taunting him; even going as far as to slap him across the face. When he goes for a second slap, Romeo gets a delightful surprise when David's right hand shoots up, blocking the attempt. In a courageous act of defiance, David leaps to his feet, hammers Romeo Jenkins across the eardrums twice, whips him into the ropes and sends him flying with a high-backdrop.]

[Staggering back and forth, David Dunn holds his head and points at Romeo's fallen body, gloating in the fact of his comeback. This doesn't last for too long, as Seth comes up behind him, grabs him by the right shoulder and swings him around, connecting with a keen right-hook across David's jaw. Stepping back, David tries to shake the effect of the punch off, but it's useless, as Seth continues on, delivering a flurry of punches to David's head. Winding up, he goes for one more, but it's ducked; and Seth Dryden is ploughed to the canvas with a thunderous spinebuster.]

[Alas, David's second comeback doesn't last long, either; as the numbers play against him. Standing up, he walks directly into "The J Jenkins" slam from Romeo, dropping him on the back of his head. Wisely making the cover, Romeo hooks the leg of David Dunn...]

[The victor, Romeo Jenkins has his right hand raised, while Seth Dryden re-enters the scene and shakes his hand. They both spit on David Dunn and walk to the back, solidified; members of the NCV.]

Titan 3: What's this?

[Destiny sighs as Titan 3 swaggers up to her, trying to get into her pants, still.]

Titan 3: I'll be darned...

Destiny Daniels: It'd be a wise idea to give that back.

Titan 3: No way. Who is this Scar fellow?!

[Rolling her eyes, Destiny Daniels puts her hands at her hips.]

Titan 3: It appears you have another admirer; [running his hand acros Destiny's cheek] I can't say that I blame him.

[Not particularly enjoying Titan 3 touching her, Destiny grabs his arm, twists it around with a hammerlock and applies a firm grasp.]

Destiny Daniels: Don't touch me -- ever.

Titan 3: Ow! Ow! Owwie!

[Grabbing the note from Titan 3's free hand, she walks off, wondering how she got herself into this situation.]

Titan 3: God, I love it when they do that.

[Sniffing his arm, Titan 3 smirks and licks himself, trying to capture Destiny's scent one more time.]

[And I mean lots.]

[Only meaning one thing, the flames soon reveal it, as the handsome Flame and even handsomer Hecate step through them. The SW couple of the century and former ownership holders descend the ramp, separating as they near the ring -- but with a kiss, a red, hot flaming kiss!]

[In the ring, Flame, one-time owner of SW (2.0), flames up like a blazing gorilla, beating his chest and sporting flames in the center of his eyeballs -- scary, scary stuff!]

[The lights go out and the intro to "Krawling" by Linkin Park begins to play, lightening the mood somehat. As the first verse begins, a single spotlight shines down on the stage, revealing the figure of Sean Graves. Sean begins to make his way down to the ring with that single light leading him down. He slides into the ring and at the moment of the chorus, Sean climbs up a turnbuckle and the arena lights flash back on as Sean raises his hands up to an ovation.]

[Flame looks as if he's going to surprise attack Graves from behind, but being the flamed-up gentleman that he is, Flame simply turns him around and offers a handshake. Graves, who has been tormented by, not to mention has been the tormentor of Hecate for some time now seems reluctant to take the offer. However, he doesn't have to, since Flame reveals his true intent, hammering rock-hard knuckles into Sean's cheekbone, sending him into the corner; there, Flame continues the onslaught, even hopping up to the buckles to administer a ten count punch.]

[At the tenth punch, Flame cries, "Whooo!" and hits number ten!]

[Whipping Graves right out of the corner, Flame follows him to the opposite corner and attempts a "Flamer Splash" -- and misses, as Graves moves at the last second! Graves likes this opening, giving his trademark grin as he hugs Flame with a waist lock from the front, soon transitioning into a side belly to belly suplex. Flowing through, Sean reaches over and grabs Flame's wrist, pulling him up and applying a wrist lock. From the wrist lock, Sean Graves pulls Flame right into a T-bone suplex, which appears to send Flame to cloud nine; Graves covers.]

[But soon feels a hand on his ankle.]

[Breaking up the pinfall himself, Sean turns toward the source of the hand, that of course being Hecate. Graves slips outside, stalking Hecate, who seems fully ready to fight him. However, this never happens as Flame creeps out to the apron and drops a double axe handle across the back of his neck, sending Graves down to the thinly protective mats on the floor.]

[Cheering her lover on, Hecate watches as Flame takes Sean Graves apart, slamming his head on the almost non-existent mats and even bringing him over to the guardrail and bouncing his head off of it. When it's all over, Flame rolls him back inside the ring and follows after.]

[With everyone’s attention directed back at the ring, Nikita walks down the ramp nearly unnoticed. Although, Hecate is quick to turn her head and see her coming. Nikita stops just before the ring and watches the two men have their match. Dangling from her right hand is the same chain Hecate used on her the week prior and Nikita used on Graves.]

[Not surprisingly, Flame notices not Nikita -- not because he's a half-braindead fuckhead, but because he's having a damn match! As well, he's in control of said damn match, standing Graves up and European uppercutting him. Immediately after, Flame grabs hold of Sean's hair, calling for a "Flame Death Drop" or inverted DDT -- and he hits it! Flame searches for a pinfall.]

[And only gets two, for all his searching. Meanwhile...]

[Nikita begins to circle the ring, towards Hecate. Hecate makes her way slowly away from Nikita as she tries to encourage Flame, who...]

[...is lifting Graves up once more. Knife-edge chops follow, which are in turn followed by an Irish whip by Flame to Sean Graves. Bouncing off the ropes, Sean Graves returns, though much more aware than one would expect, as he catches Flame off-guard with a clothesline; Flame goes down. Graves wastes no time, stepping over Flame's clotheslined body and bounces into a different set of ropes. As Flame rises up, Graves sends him down to one knee after a dropkick to that very knee. Sean then steps behind Flame and applies a chin lock.]

[Eventually, Nikita is able to creep up beside Hecate while she wraps the chain around her fist. Hecate turns to face her and waits for retaliation. Nikita smiles at her and takes Hecate's left hand, dropping the chain into her grasp. Hecate is shocked.]

[But not as shocked as Sean Graves, who falls victim to a finger thrust in his eye. Flame scurries to his feet, turning toward Graves, who is holding his eye and praying he hasn't been blinded. Delivering a chop block to the back of Graves' knee, Flame easily brings him down to the mat. From there, Flame mounts his back, soon tightening a camel clutch on Sean Graves.]

[Nikita walks away and finds her self to the steps that lead into the ring. She stands on te ring curtian and tries to step in. Immediately and referee runs towards her and starts yelling at her to get out. In the meantime, Hecate slides into the ring and clocks Sean Graves right in the forehead with the chain wrapped around her own fist, while he's still locked in the camel clutch by her flametastic soulmate.]

[Nikita persists to try and get into the ring, distracting the ref further as Flame releases Graves; Hecate begins to strangle Sean Graves, afterwards. Nikita looks over to Hecate, making eye contract, and grins widely before jumping back off the apron and struggling her shoulders. Hecate slides back out of the ring and tosses the chain to the side.]

[With the ref once again focused on the match, he drops to make the count as he sees Flame laid across the former Platinum Champion.]

[But amazingly, Sean Graves gets the shoulder up, albeit barely before the third strike of the ref's hand against the mat. Flame seems dumbfounded, but that's no shock to anyone....since that is a chain, after all! Flame is otherwise not dumb, much less founded in it, though neither are Sean Graves' feet in the mat, after a hard Yakuza kick by Flame, who had stood him up.]

[With Graves down again, Flame looks thirst for a "Flame Death Lock," even tying Sean's legs up in a pretetzel to initiate the hold. However, as Flame turns around, Sean manages to plant a foot in Flame's ass, kicking him right out of the attempted submission and sending him flying across the ring. Nip-up by Sean Graves and as Flame hits the ropes and is thrown back, Sean quickly twirls Flame around.]

[And hits a Grave Digger!]

[Followed by a successful pinfall attempt!]

[Afterwards, as Graves' Linkin Park theme blasts, Flame shamefully rolls out of the ring, disgusted with letting the easy win slip through his flaming fingers.]

[Hecate and Flame begin to leave the ring and make their way up the ramp, leaving Graves nearly alone there. Nikita slips in behind Graves and taps him on the shoulder. He spins around and grins at her. She sends her palm into his collar bone, sending him backward and she quickly follows up with a spear. Nikita grabs Graves' hair and pulls him to his feet. She practically drags him over to the corner. While he's still a little dazed, she climbs the ropes and crouches on the top turn buckle.]

[Graves slides out of the ring for a split second to grab a chair and slides back in. By this time, Nikita is struggling on her hands and knees, and Sean brings the chair down onto her back, flattening her out on her stomach. He nudges her ribs with the tip of his boot so she is on her back and he sends a few hard kicks into her chest and ribs. Finally, he presses his boot down on her throat and she thrashes around to get free and for oxygen. With his foot still on her neck, he lowers to one knee and grabs her hair and begins to whisper something into her ear.]

[The crowd goes into an uproar as Tony Millennia flies down the ramp and slides into the ring. Graves darts up and is greeted with a throat strike and then several stiff punches to his face, making him stumble back towards the ropes with each one. Finally, Tony sends Graves over the top rope and to the floor with one, massive clothesline.]

[Tony then walks to the fallen Nikita and helps her sit up while she still gasps for air.]

[Shocking everyone, including Tony and Nikita inside the ring and Graves outside, an all-too familiar theme stirs in the PA system.]

#I hope ya flip some guy the bird
#He cuts you off and you’re forced to swerve
#In front of the Beatles’ tour bus
#A bookmobile and a mack truck
#Hauling hazardous biological waste
#The light turns red, you have no brakes
#And "Hard Copy" gets it all on tape
#So you can see the look on your face
#Die Die Die Die Die Die Die
#Die Die Die Die Die Die Die

[With "I Hope You Die" by the Bloodhound Gang" playing in the background, a blue spotlight rains down at the entrance and the curtains pop open. Sure enough, out comes the owner of Sin Wrestling and fucker of Kitty Extreme, Chris Extreme's much hotter and looser sister, Corey "Chris Is Jealous of Me Because of Kitty" Page! Flaunting the cumdumpter Kitty on one arm (that also happens to hold a Big Mac with several large chunks bitten out of it), Page uses his free one to call for a microphone, which he is handed in a mere seconds -- he is the boss, after all, as he adores being called by all his employees.]

Corey Page: Wh000000! Oh, and because I'm sick too death and tired to...well, fuck...not fucking Chris' sister! Yes, since all of that, I'm going to go ahead and announce a six man tag match for next Impulse. Before you are three of those competitors, two of whom will be partners. The other one will be Hecate, who...was just here, giving Flame a feel-better blowjob. Nevertheless, that leaves two, and those two will be Aprhodisia and Cyber Trooper, current SW Tag Team Champions!

[Nikita seems annoyed, glaring at Corey from her downed position on the mat.]

Corey Page: Oh, it gets much worse, Nikita. See, you'll be teaming with the man who just tried to rape...err, assault you, Sean Graves! And Cyber Trooper. While your tag team partner, Tony Millennia, will be teamed with the pairing of Hecate and Aphrodisia. Tony, I know you'll especially enjoy Aphro's companionship.

[Corey winks, takes a chomp out of his Big Mac, and heads back to his office to screw Kitty Extreme some more, as "I Hope You Die" revs up.]

[Nikita darts to her feet completely irate, yelling at Corey Page although she knows he can't hear her, seeing as he's already through the curtain. She starts slamming her fist down on a turn buckle and then takes a look at Graves on the mat, who is grinning from ear to ear.]

[Having laid Lord Nirvana out, they roll him up like carpet, pick him up on their shoulders and vault towards the entrance door with him. Opening said door, they heave Nirvana out, slam the door and they lock it, snickering on Lord Nirvana's behalf.]

Bareback Jack: Serves him right!

[High-fiving each other, only to miss each other's hand, both men -- the SPCA -- walk off, proud of what they have just done to Nirvana.]

[Fog begins to rise from the floor as Scar appears from within.]

[The lights in the arena shut off, a few glimmers from signs throughout the arena are the only things shining at this point.]

["Static Addict" by Lil' Wyte kicks up and starts to blast through the arena speakers, the bass and treble banging at full force. Caleb McInnis steps onto the stage from behind the curtains to a chorus of boos from the crowd. He's not phased by the crowd's reaction at all, scanning the people and bobbing his head slightly to the beat.]

[His baggy black sweat-pants are hanging low, and his baggy white tank top is accompanied by a platinum chain with a big, gaudy "Memphis Blaze" charm hanging from it. Two platinum studs blindingly shine in both ear lobes. His black "Blaze" cap is cocked to the side and has a black doo-rag underneath it.]

[Still slighty bobbing to the beat, and with a chorus of boos, Caleb slowly makes his way ringside...]

[...and slides into the ring, only be pounded on with a dropping fist to the back of his head by Scar!]

[The bell sounds, but not quicker then the fight itself, as Scar drags Caleb McInnis to his feet and plants a fist in his jaw. Caleb reels, but maintains his stance, and actually manages to return the blow with one of his own. Scar doesn't take too kindly to this, striking back, which soon turns into a slugfest between these two.]

[Cheering the exchange on, the crowd roars even louder as Scar projects a knee into Caleb's groin, unbeknownst to the novel-loving referee, who is most likely writing one in his head at the moment of impact. Stepping forth, Scar grabs McInnis' hair, flinging him into the corner. With Caleb there, Scar steps in, swinging an elbow into his ear, which is only the first of a dozen. Once Scar's finished, Caleb slumps down into a seated position in the corner.]

[And Scar chokes the shit out of him!]

[The ref, back from his novel-writing adventures in La-La Land, complains, telling Scar to let up -- but Scar just keeps on choking Caleb McInnis. Finally, Scar releases his grip, turning toward the referee, who instantaneously shuts the fuck up.]

[McInnis tries to stand, but his lack of oxygen leaves him no means to do so. Scar, on the other hand, brings all the means necessary, dragging Caleb up by his wrist. From there, Scar secures a front face lock and snaps McInnis backwards with a vertical suplex. Flowing through, Scar lifts him again, going for another vertical suplex, or so it seems, but quickly turns this into a brainbuster. Scar, on fire, rolls over and thereafter has Caleb McInnis emprisoned in a sleeper, after sitting him up.]

[Caleb struggles, trying to resist the mind-numbing effects of the sleeper hold, but it's no use. Left with no other options, McInnis fights to his feet, all while attempting as best he can to stay conscious. At last, Caleb McInnis nails a couple of elbows into Scar's side, breaking out of the sleeper.]

[McInnis swiftly adds a swinging neckbreaker to those elbows!]

[Determined to turn the tide, Caleb runs to the ropes, returning just as Scar rises. Catching Scar's head in his grasp, Caleb McInnis plants him in the ring with a running bulldog, which he maintains grip of, even pulling Scar back up to deliver another. Satisfied, Caleb flips him over and attempts a pinfall, even hooking Scar's leg for good measure.]

[Scar has none of this, kicking out simultaneous to the count of two. Irritated, but not disheartened, Caleb McInnis lifts Scar up, trying his luck at an "Ether." However, Scar shoves him forward, following right at Caleb's heels. The two reach the ropes soon thereafter, with Scar swinging a clothesline at Caleb that clears him right over the top rope. Scar, meanwhile, paces around the ring, taunting the crowd and catching his breath -- a smart move, considering Television Title contendership is on the line.]

[Following a semi-lengthy break on the outside and near countout, Caleb McInnis slithers back in the ring. Scar, unfortunately for Caleb, is waiting for him, stepping on the back of his throat just as McInnis enters. The ref warns Scar, but Scar is deaf to this, reaching down and gripping the scruff of Caleb's neck and ripping him right out from under his boot. At his feet, Caleb is led toward the corner, where Scar waists not a second in flapjacking him face-first into the middle turnbuckle. Scar turns to cover Caleb, but McInnis has already slipped back outside.]

[Out there, Caleb McInnis walks around, irate. Violently, he shoves the timekeeper off his chair and folds it up. His eyes glowing with every intent of pancaking Scar's nose against his face with this hunk of steel, Caleb turns toward the ring. Inside, the ref protests, but of course, there's nothing he can do to stop McInnis, aside from disqualifying him -- and that won't save Scar's cranium.]

[Suddenly, the chair is ripped out of Caleb's hands from someone on the other side of the barrier. McInnis, shocked and pissed off, twirls around with a fist already tightened and ready to attack. However, he never gets that chance, since he is caught from behind with a forearm to the kidneys from Scar. Scar, swift as ever, has just crept outside and used the involvement of none other than KIP to initiate a surprise attack on his opponent. KIP, meanwhile, looks on from his place behind the barrier, laughing at Caleb McInnis' poor luck.]

[Once inside the ring, Caleb McInnis tries to rise as fast as he possibly can. This isn't fast enough to evade Scar's kick to his chin, however, and Caleb is forced to turn away, gripping his bruised chin. This isn't all that's bruised, soon enough, as Scar secures an inverted face lock and follows with an inverted DDT -- "Emptiness."]

[Bruised ego right along with everything else, Caleb McInnis falls victim to the winner and now contender for the Television Title, Scar. "Blood in Blood out" blares, while Scar celebrates his victory.]

[On the other hand, following Scar's exit, Caleb McInnis has anything but a celebration. Instead, he paces about the ring, visibly angered by the outcome of this match. The look in his eyes, in fact, causes an old lady in the front row to dirty her diaper. What intensity spills from Caleb! One can only wonder what's brewing in his mind as we transport from ringside to...]

Chris Extreme: Whatever shall I do today? Hmmm? HMMM?

[Without a match and his precious long gone, Chris plops a seat next to the wall and begins to sulk in a box of tissues.]

Chris Extreme: My precious will return... some day.

[Out of nowhere, the female form of Cryst makes her passage by the upset Nazi.]

Cryst: Lalala.

[Humming and singing to herself, Chris is immediately flabbergasted as he watches her continue down the corridor. After rubbing his eyes, Chris attends to his head, which is aching again.]

Chris Extreme: I think I just saw a ghost, what the...

[Suddenly, Chris Carson is next to pass by the upset Nazi, carrying a casket over his right shoulder.]

Chris Carson: Oh hey, I am going to murder you again. Pretty soon...

[Smirking, "The Creep" disappears into the distance and Chris Extreme drops his jaw.]

Chris Extreme: Ugh. Time to retire.

[Dumping his head into the box of tissues, Chris passes out from a menacing headache.]

[As the words slowly hit your ears, three explosions take off from the ramp, as the music seems to turn up a little louder. Small, red pyros shoot from the entrance way, as Patrick Casey makes his way through the curtains to stand at the top of the ramp, hands in the air, before starting his way to the ring.]

#One look through my cloudy mirror
#Objects appear to be so much clearer
#One look through your eyes, everything seems to be much closer

[Casey slides into the ring through the bottom rope, before spinning around several times in the center of the ring, his hands raised high in the air, before jumping in a menacing way, as the music suddenly explodes, and shuts off instantly.]

["Never told you a thing about degrees" by Strike Over Ten hits the sound system, as the crowd arise to their feet, giving expressing their opinions about this SW superstar. The response from the crowd begins to get slightly louder as Joe Foale steps down to the rampway, and gives a rather confident smirk. Joe Foale walks down the ring and slides beneath the bottom rope, before leaning on the ropes.]

[The arena goes black as the Sin-screen fades to an image of a man's face backstage, he hops up and down as the ring announcer says his name, and he bolts through the curtains with arms out, and spins around on the ramp. He points at signs representing him in the crowd, as pyrotechnics go off in the ring, and he runs down and slides in, going turnbuckle to turnbuckle with his arms out as if to say 'What's next?'.]

[That's Gabriel Reno, of course!]

[The bell sounds, as these four individuals -- and possible contenders to the TV Title -- size one another up. When the sizing has been upped appropriately, they divide into one-on-one settings, Joe Foale facing Gabriel Reno and Patrick Casey against Cryst.]

[Cryst is quick, but so is Casey, who backdrops Cryst overhead as she tries to run toward him. However, Cryst flips through the move, landing on her feet and spinning around. In the process, she smashes an elbow into the side of Patrick's head, knocking his head around on his shoulders as if it is attached to a spring. She then grabs his skull and squashes it against the mat with an inverted facebuster-type move.]

[Concurrently, Joe Foale succumbs to the dirty tricks of Gabriel Reno, who thumbs him in the eye. Joe backs off, but Reno catches him in the gut with the tip of his boot, doubling Foale over. In that position, Foale is wide open to a standing head scissors from Gabriel Reno, which Reno employs to successfully admiinister a jumping piledriver. Foale appears devastated, despite it being so early in the match, solely due to the harsh effects this move has on the skull, neck, and vertibrae.]

[Still in control of Patrick Casey, Cryst has him cornered against the turnbuckles. Taking a few paces back, Cryst comes back with a running dropkick. Of course, this does nothing but cause Cryst to crotch herself against the turnbuckles, once Casey twists to safety and she sails through the ropes. Patrick Casey acts fast, pulling her off the turnuckle and heaving her onto the mat. From there, he propels himself upwards, using the ropes to do so, and sails through the air, landing on Cryst with a frog splash -- and a pin!]

[Cryst kicks out on her own, leaving the other two competitors in this match to breathe a sigh of relief, as they were too focused on one another to notice the pin attempt.]

[And what had they been doing? Well, Gabriel Reno had tried piledriving Joe Foale a second time, but Foale resisted, backdropping Reno, instead. Foale then went in for the kill -- or at least the ravaging leading up to the kill -- as he laid in on Gabriel with several mounted punches. During that mounted assault was when Cryst escaped a pinning scenario, which Foale only caught sight of as her shoulder came up off the mat.]

[Still, Foale decides that Patrick Casey is too eager and butts into the Cryst-Casey dance, stealing Casey as his partner with an uppercut as his invitation. Patrick slams against the turnbuckles, which Foale follows up with a spear, gnashing Casey's spine against the turnbuckles. Joe Foale holds onto the ropes and begins thrusting shoulder after shoulder into Patrick Casey's midsection, causing Casey's innards to wince as they're rattled in their cage.]

[Cryst has risen, but after turning, she nearly eats a heavy clothesline from Gabriel Reno. Thankfully for her, she's as quick as a minute man in the bedroom, dropping just enough for Reno's muscular arms to graze the top of her head. Cryst lifts a foot into Reno when he turns, but Reno captures her leg under his arm for her attempts. These attempts oblige and return the favor, though, since they produce an enziguri a la Cryst that nearly rips Gabriel's head off his shoulders.]

[Back to Casey and Foale, Foale is seated on Casey's back, wrenching away at his back in a Boston crab. Patrick Casey claws at the mat, trying to reach the ropes, which Foale has thoughtlessly left him close to, following an earlier DDT. Still, Patrick is just out of reach of them, which he battles to overcome with each thrust of his arm and convulsion of his body. In time, Patrick's battle is won, as he reaches out and scrapes the ropes, which is good enough to cause a break of the Bostron crab.]

[Cryst holds Reno up in a corner, climbing up to punch his head relentlessly. Gabriel Reno nearly falls victim to ten consecutive blows, too, but doesn't stick around for the tenth, as he squeezes Cryst's sides and plants her on the mat with a sky high powerbomb. Gabriel Reno tests his odds at pinning Cryst.]

[Obviously, Reno hasn't figured Patrick Casey, who is fresh out of a tornado DDT on Joe Foale that has left Foale seeing stars. Casey cuts into the count, stomping on Gabriel Reno's head to do so. Reno yelps, while Patrick forces him up. From there, Casey manages to send Reno flipping with a modified head scissors takedown.]

[Cryst, in the meantime, recovers, just to lay her eyes on Joe Foale, who is doing the same in an adjacent corner. Not one to pass up on a good opportunity, Cryst takes advantage of Foale's vulnerable state, laying in on him with several bone-crunching knees, with a mule kick as the finale to that series. Foale is most definitely on dream street now, if he hasn't been the entire time -- but this only leads Cryst to performing a nice frankensteiner, after standing him up!]

[Straight out of the frankensteiner, Cryst turns her sights toward Reno and Casey, who are duking it out close to the ropes. Cryst surprises them, hitting a double flying clothesline that knocks Patrick Casey over the top rope. Gabriel Reno manages to keep his balance enough to prepare for Cryst to stand. Once she does, he explodes on her with a huge standing body avalanche. Cryst staggers, but doesn't fall completely, rocketing toward Gabriel without notice and sinking her shoulder deep into his stomach. Reno's oxygen ejecaculates from his lungs to the very last breath, leaving Gabriel panting as Cryst nails a snap suplex, miraculously. She then turns to continue her momentum, but isn't allowed to, with all thanks given to Benjamin K., the manager of Gabriel Reno, who has appeared at ringside from a galaxy far, far away.]

[Cryst turns toward Benjamin, but that's not a smart idea, which is proven as Gabriel Reno stands and flings her back into a release German suplex -- which Cryst manipulates in mid-air, landing flat on her feet!]

[Reno turns; Reno feels a feminine grip on his throat.]

[And Reno is -- HOLY SHIT! -- chokeslammed by the significantly smaller Cryst! Yes, the crowd is just as astounded as all of you, as is everyone watching and in the match. In fact, Joe Foale is so caught up in the impossibility of such a thing happening that he doesn't move until it's much too late, once Cryst covers Gabriel Reno.]

[Sneaking one by the other two, Cryst takes the win by pinning Gabriel Reno, thus becoming a contender for the TV Championship! To her theme, which is so much more than n/a, Cryst takes off out of the ring, leaving behind a very disappointed Gabriel Reno, not to mention his manager, Benjamin K., who has now been made a fool of for his attempt at assissting Reno in winning.]

David Dunn: Little Red Riding hood!

[Dunn laughs, a smirk comes to Shane's face as well...]

Shane Clemmens: You've watched "Striking Distance" far too many times...

[Shane takes one step towards Dunn, he backs off a step...]

Shane Clemmens: I keep waiting for you to gain origionality, I keep getting let down...

David Dunn: Hey there little red riding hood... You sure are loo-

[Before Dunn can continue, Shane stomps his foot... Dunn hops on one foot, holding the other...]

Shane Clemmens: Get your own line, MGM has copywrites, fuck face.

[Dunn's face turns red, anger filling him to the brim... Shane spits in his face...]

Shane Clemmens: Punk.

David Dunn: You - son of a -

[From out of nowhere, Shane nails David with the Shoot To Thrill. After the cheap shot from Clemmens, Dunn is out like a light on the ground... Shane pulls out lipstick, doing Dunn up all nice and pretty... Then after that, some concealer... Then some rouge... Finally, Shane pulls out a huge can of powder, dumping it all over Dunn's face. Shane stands over Dunn, getting in his face.]

Shane Clemmens: Save your bitch assed terror tactics for someone lacking a brain, just like you... Fuckin' joke.

[Shane laughs, walking away...]

Shane Clemmens: See you next week, cock.

[Fade out.]

[As "Paradise City" by Guns'n'Roses begins to play, the lights in the arena go down and red, white, and pink spotlights begins circling the crowd, the entrance way, the whole shebang, if you will.]

[As Tony rests in the corner, he keeps a close inspection on Cyber Trooper, one of his Hell in a Cell opponents for Illusions. Resting his foot on the bottom rope, Tony patiently waits for Cyber Trooper to become ready for the match, watching closely as Cyber Trooper turns around and steps towards Tony, who laughs hardily.]

[Seeing Cyber Trooper move closer, Tony finally steps forward and goes to confront Cyber Trooper with a lockup. However, when Cyber Trooper turns around, he has quite a different idea. Backing from the tie-up, Cyber Trooper throws his right leg forward, watching Tony between the legs, dropping him like a sack of doorknobs that Chris Extreme would carry around.]

[Pointing at Tony and laughing, Cyber Trooper again backs up, walks out of the ring and leaps back down on the floor, leaving everyone in a state of confusion. After checking on Tony and his testicles, the referee turns his attention towards Cyber Trooper, who is headed towards the backstage area, his back turned on the ring. The referee starts his count...]

[Tony rises to his knees, still holding his nuts in his hand. Surprised at Cyber Trooper's actions, he slowly rises to one knee, while the ref continues forward...]

[Now up to both feet, Tony nods his head, making sure his testicles are fine. Watching Cyber Trooper finally disappear behind the curtain, he shakes his head with disgust, while the fans pour in boos at Cyber Trooper, while oddly cheering for Tony. Go figure.]

[And that's it. Calling for the bell, the referee officially counts Cyber Trooper out and raises Tony's right hand in victory. The camera fades out, last showing Tony wobble around the ring, feeling the after-effect of being kicked in the balls.]

No Justice, No Peace!

[boysetsfire's "After the Eulogy" begins to let out the chant of "No Justice! No Peace!" as the crowd begins to join in bringing the arena to a dull rumble. This continues for a few moments, and then the heavy guitar riffs kick in. The chants from the crowd turn into a mix of cheers and screams of support.]

Where's your Anger?! Where's your fuckin' Rage?!

[Nathan steps out from the back and stands at the top of the ramp for a moment, he takes in the atmosphere and then thrusts a fist into the air. The crowd continues their onslaught of cheers, screaming and yelling.]

Stand Up! Fight Back!

[Nathan starts making his way down the ramp, a look of determination, dedication, and desire upon his face. He takes a lap around the ring supporting the crowd as the cheers have yet to die down.]

Forget the words! And good intentions!

[Nathan steps up the stairs and climbs through the second rope and enters the middle of the ring, again supporting the crowd, throwing fists in the air to each direction the crowd is in.]

Tear it down!

[The song begins to die down as Nathan steps back into a corner, tugging on the ropes and getting loose and ready for the match. Just as the song ends Nathan leans up against the corner, almost in a resting position, looking careless waiting for the sound of the bell.]

["Bareback Jack" by Chris LeDoux begins to play as Bareback Jack hits the entrance. He stalks down the ramp with a big goofy smile on his face. The last halfway, he runs to the ring, climbing the steps, and entering the ring. His music begins to fade away as he and Grey share a glance.]

[Right off the ring of the bell, Gray levels Bareback Jack with a flying lariat. Bareback Jack spins in the ring, slamming hard on the mat. Gray gets the advantage as he slams a boot into KIP's stomach. Gray then works KIP with furious blows. KIP manages to get an arm up, blocking one of the blows only to receive another boot to the stomach bringing him down to the mat. Gray turns 'roud as Bareback comes in with an attempted double axe handle smash, only to be blocked by Gray for a vicious snap suplex... Gray sits up with a smirk on his face.]

[KIP comes from out of nowhere with a stiff boot to the back of Gray's skull. Gray rolls over face down as KIP jumps on him, rubbing a nasty forearm in Gray's eyes... Gray struggles, only to have his head slammed into the mat. Bareback Jack is back up to one knee as KIP pounces on him with a weak thez press. KIP almost rolls off, but hangs on for a series of rights into Bareback's face. KIP pulls himself to his feet, then lifting Bareback Jack for a german suplex. Gray sneaks up behing KIP, grabbing him up, bringing both men over in a release german suplex of his own.]

[Gray's back to his feet with a look of determination on his face. His arms are outstretched. Bareback Jack is over on all fours catching his breath, only to find himself the victim of a Cobra Clutch from Gray. Gray lifts Bareback off his feet, only to recieve a desperation kick to the junk from Bareback. Gray collapses in the ring as Bareback tries to regain clarity. KIP is just getting to his feet as Bareback rushes up to him for a snap DDT. Bareback sees his first bit of offence pay off for him. He doesn't notice Gray on the top turn buckle.]

[Gray sails off the top rope as Bareback turns. Bareback things quick, wrapping up Gray and using his momentum to pull off a vicious inverted Atomic Drop. Gray's junk nailed once again, ouch. KIP roars in with a lariat which Bareback ducks, but Gray feels the full brunt of the attack. Gray's writhing on the mat as Bareback and KIP go to blows. Lefts and rights, answered back and forth. Both men fight down to nothing. Standing like two boxers in the twelth round. Gray's still on the mat, moving just a little... KIP goes for the cover off of a desperation powerbomb.]

Gray makes it to his feet and breaks the cover. Gray seems to be feeling the rage or fury or whatever as he makes two fists, screaming... KIP is the first to his feet. Gray comes in hard, damn near taking KIP's head off with the Miligram Smile superkick. Gray's fast to turn, leaping into the air, coming in with an elbow drop on Bareback. Gray is back to his feet and ties Bareback up with the Nights End. Bareback fights the hold as Gray cinches it in. Bareback grabs his hair with both hands, then holds one hand up over the mat. Bareback fights to hold on as KIP comes from behind, bring Gray down with a bulldog. KIP tries for a cover that Gray kicks out of quickly.]

[KIP pulls Gray to his feet, sling shotting him across the ring... Gray hits the turnbuckles, but bounces right off them, jetting forward, bringing KIP down with yet another Miligram Smile. Gray falls for the pin, as Bareback lays, cradling his leg... Bareback tries to break the pin...]

[Bareback doesn't make it in time as Gray wins the match! The bell rings as Gray's music begins to play... However, the music dies down as the fans growl to Caleb McInnis as he rushes out of the entrance. He rushes the ring, looking for KIP... He's oblivious though to Gray... Caleb's about to manhandle KIP. Gray rushes up to Caleb, clotheslining him right back out of the ring... Caleb hits the mat hard... With that, Gray's music begins to play once more as he celebrates in the ring.]

Ace Rodgers: I... I don't know what just happened here! Flame has been attacked! By who? Well, that remains unanswered... We can't get anyone to say who-...

[Flame sits up, holding the back of his head.]

Ace Rodgers: Whoa; he's up!

Flame: [grimacing] Who did it?! Who the hell did it?!

[Several officials look stunned, as they struggle to find an answer for him.]

Flame: Someone tell me who did it!

[Finally, one official speaks up...]

Official: We... uh... we don't know...

Flame: What the hell?!

Official: Sit still...

Ace Rodgers: Hmm...

Official: We've gotta get him to a hospital.

Flame: A hospital?!

Official: Yes, sir, just sit there.

Ace Rodgers: There you have it, folks. Someone has attacked Flame and apparently he is going to the hospital for an examination.

Official: Move, please.

[An official moves Ace out of the way, allowing some medics to come in and help Flame up to his feet. Circling around him, they take Flame away, presumably to the hospital.]

[The camera fades out.]

Dead bull with the life from the low!
I'll be massive conquistador!
Give me soul and show me the door!
Metal heavy, soft at the core
Gimme toro, gimme some more
Gimme toro, gimme some more
Pressurize and neutralize
Deep fried, gimme some mooooooore!

[The song continues to hurtle into action as Carson hikes down the ramp, then stands at ringside, looking at the fans.]

Space flunky, four on the floor!
Fortified with the liqour store!
This one's down, gimme some more
Gimme toro, gimme some more
Gimme toro, gimme some more
Gimme toro, gimme some moooooore!

[Chris Carson leaps up onto the side of the apron, twirls around to look at the fans, turns around and then hops back inside of the ring, where he tests out the ropes, ready for a fight.]

[The lights flicker on and off quickly and some pyro ignites in each of the turnbuckles. Nine Inch Nails' "Down In It' commences to play over the loud speaker; the words going through the air...]

[As the chorus ends and the song continues, photo stills of Hecate are shown on the SW-screen. Throughout the arena, blue and green lights flicker as Hecate eventually walks out with a smirk on her face, holding Flame on her arm. Looking around, she pulls Flame close, giving him a hard kiss, which she follows by pulling herself away and walks to the ringside area, alone, while Flame returns to the backstage area. Sliding in, she looks around, licking her lips as she runs her hands from her thighs up her stomach, to her chest, until her arms are in the air; waving them at her opponent to "bring it on." Nodding her head and blowing kisses, she turns around to face her opponent and the music fades out.]

[Facing Hecate, too, Chris Carson shakes his head and makes a motion at his chest, which is an indication that Carson doesn't feel too great about having to fight a woman. To many, it's wondered if perhaps Chris' mind is too set on Chris Extreme, or maybe, that's the kind of guy he is nowadays. Whatever the case, Carson is NOT the first to strike, that honor going to Hecate, as she jabs him square in the nose.]

[Following an arm drag, Hecate storms Chris Carson, jumping on to his shoulders as he stands and faces her. Carson drops back, sending her chest-first to the mat. Hecate, dizzied, rises with a tilt to her body, which is preyed upon as Chris tries to roll her up in a schoolboy.]

[It's a debatable two-count, with the ref's hand touching the mat just as Hecate escapes the schoolboy. Up to her feet, she's caught in a waist lock by Chris Carson, who lifts her up and over him, trying to pin her on her back as she hits the mat.]

[For the second time, Hecate breaks the count with almost too much ease. Carson appears unfaltering, keeping his cool as he meets Hecate at her feet and takes her down to the mat again, this time with a hip toss. Now Chris places his knee in the center of Hecate's spine, before gripping both of her arms and pulling back on them in a submission attempt at victory.]

[Hecate's teeth grind, but she won't give in. Eventually, Carson is left no choice, having to let go of Hecate's arms, which flop to the mat like a pair of limp dicks. Staying focused, Chris Carson awaits Hecate's recovery, whipping her into the corner as soon as she faces him. Carson then runs toward her, going for a move nobody will ever know, thanks to Hecate sending a boot rocketing into his face; Chris Carson flies backwards, landing roughly on the mat.]

[Chris catches his grip on focus almost immediately, but "almost" doesn't quite do the trick, since it's just enough to allow Hecate to scale the turnbuckles and greet him with a missile dropkick. Hecate goes straight for a pin attempt.]

[Carson is jarred, but not fully removed from his tight grip on what's happening. Ruining Hecate's hopes of ending the match, Chris then rises, turning toward Hecate, who tries to cheapshot him with a throat jab -- but Chris catches her arm! After his catch, he drags her down to the mat and applies a crossface hold, wrenching back on Hecate's skull.]

[Hecate, like before, will not submit, like before again, leading to Carson's release of his submission pursuits. This time, Hecate is much slower to recover, standing to meet a very ready Chris Carson, who slips in behind her with a waist lock. Trying to break the lock, Hecate elbows Carson, but he barely feels it, it seems, as he continues on with his plan, marking a German suplex off his list -- and then a bridge, too!]

[Close fucking call for Hecate, who barely sneaks past a third count, as well as loss to Chris Carson. Now Carson shows signs of exhaustion or rather, annoyance for not wanting to manhandle Hecate to win, since she's a female, but running out of ways to keep her grounded for three seconds.]

[And it's those three seconds that are swallowed up, though not by Carson's pinning of Hecate, but by Chris Extreme bolting down the aisle. Almost in time with this, Carson scoop slams Hecate, accidentally decapitating the referee with her feet as he clears the scooping portion of the slam. Chris Extreme can't believe his luck, sliding in with the widest grin of the night -- though, not met by the happiest reaction in the world.]

[Nor is the little Fear Factor that follows, which the crowd feels minor relief for, seeing as it's not a penis-ridden Cock Factor.]

[Chris Carson doesn't move. Meanwhile, Chris Extreme backs toward the ropes, watching ecstatically as Hecate crawls over to THE CREEP and cover him. Chris Extreme even kicks the ref in the ribs, waking him from his forced slumber.]

[And Hecate does the unbelievable, winning over the fabled Chris Carson, albeit with a tiny bit of help from Chris Extreme. Speaking of which, Extreme descends upon Carson a second after the bell sounds, assaulting the christ out of him and soon tossing him outside.]

[Out there with him now, Chris Extreme reaches under the ring and fishes out...a coffin? Somehow, a coffin has been stored under the ring, most likely by Extreme, implying that "Lord Nazi" has plotted this all along. Thereafter, Extreme shoves Carson into the casket and closes the lid with great force. Chris Extreme, much to the hatred of all the fans in attendance, grabs hold of a strap of some sort that's attached to the casket, using it to drag the hunk of wood up the ramp. In a matter of seconds, the last anyone in the arena sees of Chris Carson is that of the casket being dragged through the curtains and to a place only Chris Extreme knows.]

[Her efforts are thwarted, however, when Heather Halliwell bursts down to the ringside area, slides in under the bottom rope, making a big impact upon her return to high-profile action. Delivering some stomps to Nikita, she forces the Platinum Champion off and then delivers a dropkick, sending her flying out of the ring.]

[With her brand new hair-do, she circles the ring, looking out at the fans who approve of this move. They watch her bend over and help Hecate to sit up... and they also watch in horror as she takes over where Nikita left off; by yanking back on the chain, choking the life out of Hecate, who can only kick, spit and scream at her predicament.]

[Meanwhile, Nikita stands on the floor, looking bewildered and angered; but does not doing anything. Instead, she walks to the back, passing by an influx of officials, who make their way into the ring to pull Heather and her new look away from Hecate.]

Allisa O'Toole: [jumping a little] Oh!

Romeo Jenkins: [pointing at her] Allisa, righ’?

[Allisa composes herself and smirks a little at Romeo. She takes a sip of water, cocking her head to the side.]

Allisa O'Toole: Yup. That’s me.

[She looks him up and down.]

Allisa O'Toole: And you’re the Romeo J Jenkins I been hearing so much about, right?

[A huge cocky smirk spreads across Romeo’s face as he readjusts himself against the wall.]

Romeo Jenkins: Well ya know. With a guy like me, word gets aroun’ pretty quick.

Allisa O'Toole: [nodding slowly] Indeed it does…so what’s up?

[Romeo pushes himself off the wall and adjusts his brown leather jacket.]

Romeo Jenkins: Well, since you haven’t got a match tonight, and you got no real reason to be hangin’ aroun’ here. I was wonderin’ if ya wanted to go an’ get a drink or somethin’ ya know?

[Allisa just nods. Not helping him, by keeping silent.]

Romeo Jenkins: ...So?

Allisa O'Toole: Haven’t you got a girl already?

[Romeo quickly stands up straight and looks to his side for a second before staring back.]

Romeo Jenkins: Nah, baby. You thinkin’ of some one else.

Allisa O'Toole: I don’t think so. See, I remember seeing a promo of yours where you were talking to this girl... Jamelia? Or was it Kayla? Hmmmm, I can’t remember.

[Romeo opens his mouth to speak but slowly closes it , realizing that he’s well and truly fucked this up. Allisa smirks as she slowly starts to walk off but places a hand on Romeo cheek and softly pats it.]

Allisa O'Toole: Nice meeting you, Romeo. We should do this again.

Romeo Jenkins: [quietly] Yeah... see ya.

[Allisa walks off, leaving Romeo alone standing next to the water cooler.]

[The lights in the arena go black, and a loud wolf howl fills the arena. A few guitar chords play as a voice says, "Guess Who's Back?" Pyro explodes all around the stage as Kid Rock's "Cocky" begins to play, and when the lights come back on, Luke Wolf is standing on the stage. He makes his way down the ring, and slides in, posing for the crowd as his music plays.]

["Passive" by A Perfect Circle hits the PA system as Priest steps out onto the stage, the crowd giving him a mixed reaction. Stopping in the middle of the ramp, Priest glares into the crowd with a sinister smile as the opening guitar riffs start to kick in, the lights in the arena flicker on and off as flaming pyros shoot off. After a couple seconds, Priest twist his neck to crack his spine and heads down the ramp. Once he gets to the ring, he removes his black sunglasses and pretends to toss them into the crowd. Seeing a child walk over to him, he acts like he's going to give the shades to him to him; only to stop short, drop them on the floor and stomp on them, crushing them into pieces. When he feels the time is right, he rolls into the ring, ready for his match.]

[The three men stand in the center of the ring, circling each other, looking for domination over the other. Right off the bat, Luke Wolf gets things started with a punch to Priest, who is fresh off his loss last week to Shane Clemmens, thanks to Romeo Jenkins of No Ca$h Value. Luke strikes Priest with two more punches and several throat thrusts, while Ignatius looks on, feeling pleased that he doesn't have to do any work yet.]

[When Luke Wolf misses another punch, Priest capitalizes on his mistake, grabs him by the throat and heaves him into the corner, smashing him up against the turnbuckle pads. Striking him with forearm-after-forearm, Priest begins wailing away on him with some knees to the gut, but is stopped when Ignatius finally decides to factor in to the match.]

[Sneaking up behind Priest, Ignatius kicks him in the back of the knee; a wise move to keep the big man in place. After some uppercuts, Ignatius throws Luke Wolf out of the corner with a hip-toss and instead positions Priest in there. Climbing up to the second rope, Ignatius begins to pummel at Priest's forehead with a flurry of fists, but stops just short of ten -- mainly because of Luke Wolf, who comes up behind him, climbs to the second rope with him and back superplexes him off.]

[Bouncing back up to his feet, Luke Wolf ducks underneath a charging big boot from Priest, twirls around and stifles him with a hard shot upside the head with his left foot. Dizzying the much-larger Priest, Luke Wolf bounces off the ropes and returns with a leaping, spinning roundhouse kick, which connects to the mouth of Priest, dropping him on his back. He goes for a quick cover...]

[But Priest easily kicks out; even gently tossing Luke Wolf off him.]

[Standing to his feet, Luke Wolf turns his attention away from Priest, who sits up, trying to shake the cobwebs off. Sending a left foot straight at Ignatius' head, Luke is able to kick nothing but air, as Ignatius ducks underneath the kick. Reaching between Luke's legs, Ignatius grabs Luke's left hand and gives hima pump-handle release suplex, dropping him on his head.]

[Slowly standing to his feet, Ignatius rises Luke Wolf along with him; having a tight grasp on his hair. Heaving him up onto his left shoulder like a sack of potatoes, Ignatius stampedes forward, squishing Luke into the corner pads, bounces back and powerslams him onto the mat. This time, it is Ignatius who is going for the cover...]

[Reaching back, Priest takes Ignatius' foot and slides him off Luke Wolf, thwarting the count. Grabbing him by his longer, dark hair, Priest stands Ignatius, throttles his throat and hoists him up into the air with both hands. After several seconds of being in the air, Ignatius is thrown into the corner, where Priest comes charging in, catching Ignatius with a running knee to the gut, humbling Ignatius.]

[In here, Priest unloads with a series of back-elbows that connect with Ignatius' jaw, rendering him unconscious. The bigger of the two men backs Ignatius up against the ropes and whips him forward, resulting in Ignatius bouncing back into a sidewalk slam from Priest, who drops down onto his rear-end. Before Priest can go for a cover, though, Luke Wolf shrugs off the damage done to him earlier, sneaks up to Priest and stomps on his head, stopping Priest from making any sort of pinfall attempt.]

[Lifting Priest up into a kneeling position, Luke Wolf disperseses a series of knees and crescent kicks on him, knocking him frontward and backward, eventually allowing Luke to swing his body around and catch him with a swinging leg to the back of his head, dropping Priest on his face. Deciding to sway away from Priest, Luke turns towards Ignatius, who is ascending to his feet. Striking Ignatius with various low-and-high kicks, Luke even manages to deliver a kick to Ignatius' lower-leg, thus knocking him off his feet. Walking into the corner, Luke ignores any commotion that the fans are making and begins to ascend to the top rope.]

[Having both opponents down and out, Luke somersaults off the top rope, hoping to land a flying somersault legdrop onto Ignatius; only to have him roll out of the way, just in the nick of time. Of course, this allows Priest to regain his strength and tower his way up to his feet. Standing in the corner, he sprints out, connecting with a vicious shoulderblock to Luke, knocking him out of the ring and onto the floor, leaving only Ignatius inside with him.]

[Allowing Ignatius to rise, Priest walks in, delivers a European uppercut to him and forces him into the corner, where he unleashes a series of knees to the gut. Thinking quickly, Ignatius knows he can't take much more of this, so he grabs Priest around the waist and flapjacks him onto the canvas. Taking his dead time to get up, Ignatius gets to his feet, dragging Priest up with him. He goes to lift him up onto his shoulders with a standing fireman's carry, but is unable to lift him completely off the ground; thanks to Priest furiously elbowing him in the face.]

[Back on his own two feet, Priest tries for a standing fireman's carry of his own, which, unlike Ignatius, he is able to successfully complete. Dashing into the corner, Priest bashes Ignatius' head into the top turnbuckle, swings around and goes to land a Death Valley Driver, only to see Romeo Jenkins standing at the entrance, staring at Priest, who keeps Ignatius on his shoulders, studying him. This lapse in concentration allows for Luke Wolf to slide back into the ring, turn Priest around and catch him with "The Final Cut" kick to the head, knocking him flat on his back, Samoan Dropping Ignatius, in the process.]

[Making the cover, Luke Wolf pins Priest, who is also covering Ignatius Satanica...]

[Literally getting a pinfall on both of his opponents, Luke Wolf stands to his feet, peering down on the two men he has just defeated, then looks at Romeo, who is standing at the entrance, looking pleased. Nodding his head, Luke Wolf exits the ring, walks up to Romeo, where he is congratulated. Together, both men walk to the back, leaving Priest and Ignatius down-and-out.]

Cyber Trooper: This will be evil... EEEEVVVILLLLL!

[...And that is that. Fade out.]

Cryst: You're going to kick ass, baby...

Shane Clemmens: Sure as hell gonna try...

Cryst: You'll do just fine, Babe.

[Shane and Cryst kiss as the fans rise in the arena with a mushy "awwwwww"... Shane and Cryst both smile as they kiss, from hearing the "awww"... The part from the embrace, gazing at each other while holding hands.]

Cryst: Hurry, though, baby; you're gonna be late.

["The Truth" by Limp Bizkit can be heard starting up in the distance... Shane kisses Cryst quickly on the cheek.]

Shane Clemmens: I'll be back soon... Don't let Dux eat any of that fried chicken.

Cryst: [giggling] I'll guard it like a hawk...

[Shane smirks, heading down the hallway towards the entrance.]

[The thundering bass... Tripping out, like a marching army's beat... On the big screen, you see images of Go-Go Dancers, merged in with executions. Explosions, bouncing titties... This is what it's all about... That violent shit that gets you 'roused...]

[Suddenly, you hear matching. The arena's still dark; only flashbulbs and lighters that haven't overheated yet... "Shane Clemmens" appears on the big screen during the mess of imagery...]

[Next, there's an explosion that's larger than life. "The Truth" by Limp Bizkit roars out the speakers as hardcore bright spotlights hit the entrance...]

[There stands - "The Truth" Shane Clemmens.]

[The music continues to blare as The Truth makes his way down the ramp; Fans hollering, booing, shaking thier tits (only the females)... You damn right - The Truth.]

[Halfway down the ramp, Clemmens breaks into a full sprint; sliding into the ring, under the bottom rope, the fans going nuts, hating and everything.]

["Consume", "Sleep", "Buy", "Conform", all appear on the big screen... Everything from hell and damnation to the gates of heaven can be seen. Finally, it flashes "FREE THINKERS ARE DANGEROUS" as the lights come back up... Music fading away... On the big screen...]

[The lights of the arena suddenly snap off, leaving it in pitch black aside from the emergency exit lights. An image begins to appear on the screen overhanging the stage.]

[Standing in the ring, holding the Ultraviolence Title over her right shoulder and her part of the Tag Team Titles over her left, Aphrodisia looks stoicly across the ring at Shane, who just smirks at her, not flinching an inch. Hopping up and down, jogging in the spot, Shane next commences circling Aphrodisia, who keeps a close eye on him, not allowing him to get any cheapshots in.]

[After handing the titles over to the referee, Aphrodisia offically snaps into gear and listens for the bell, which rings out across the arena. Turning her body around, she eyes Shane Clemmens, making sure he stays in focus. Deciding to begin things, Aphrodisia dashes in at Shane, attempting to knock him on his back with a double-leg takedown, but to no avail. Tucking in, Shane blocks the attempt and instead sends some kneelifts to Aphrodisia's jaw, knocking her onto her knees.]

[Grabbing her full tilt by the hair, Shane butts her in the nose with his fist, but she doesn't relent. He goes for another punch, but she ducks under it and whirls around, connecting with a lightning-quick spin wheel kick to Shane's face, knocking him into the corner. Reaching up, a cautious Shane Clemmens licks his lips, grab on to the top rope and stands to his feet... only to have Aphrodisia charge in and kick him in the sternum. Go figure.]

[After striking him with a series of forearms, she positions him against the ropes and whips him out. However, at the last possible second, Shane reverses the whip and sends Aphrodisia in, instead. Upon her return, she runs right into a superkick that snaps her head back, resulting in her landing face-up on the mat.]

[Plucking her up, he again resorts to striking her face with some knees, soon converting it to some knees to her gut, forcing her to collapse over, holding her gut. Stepping back, he jolts forward, connecting with a harsh left kick to her abdomen, which nearly knocks her breathless, causing her to drop to one knee. Dropping down, he back legsweeps her legs out from under her and gets right back up, proud to have taken the double-champion down and out. Hoisting her up to her feet, he gives her a straight kick to the stomach, bends her over and standing headscissors her.]

[Pulling her up onto his shoulders -- into a powerbomb position -- he is taken aback when she is able to propel herself over Shane's head and float down, stopping just short of a sunset-flip. Instead, she stops herself with her hands, while keeping her legs locked underneath Shane's armpits. Pushing herself back up, she is able to heave herself into the air and when she glides down, she grabs hold of Shane's head and drops him to the mat with a neckbreaker.]

[Crawling over the once dominant Shane Clemmens, she throws her right arm over his chest, going for a cover...]

[Picking Shane up, she unloads with some slaps across his chest, reddening him up nicely. Backing him against the ropes, she strikes him with one more chop and then whips him out. Upon his return, she goes to leapfrog up-and-over him, but he wisely holds his position, stopping in front of her, allowing him to deliver a devastating roundhouse kick to the side of her head, before her feet can even touch the canvas.]

[This time, it's Shane Clemmens who is going for the victory...]

[At the count of two, the former Gwenivere Jordan kicks out, continuing the match.]

[Taking some time to argue with the referee about his count, Shane turns his attention away from Aphrodisia, who holds her lips, gaping at the tiny droplet of blood that flows from the corner of her mouth. Once she eyes this, a surge of energy flows through her veins and she leaps to her feet, ready to pound on Shane, who turns around, with nowhere to go.]

[Receiving a rough forearm to the bridge of his nose, Shane is staggered back, and is then sent flying over the top-rope with a dropkick that hits its target perfectly. Lurching towards the ropes, Aphrodisia peers down at Shane, who is gathering his wits on the floor, trying to figure out exactly what just happened, paying no mind to Aphrodisia Jordan, who is currently bouncing off the furthest set of ropes and is headed straight for him.]

[Headed straight for Shane Clemmens, she decides to perform a tope suicida over the middle rope... only to go headfirst into a steel chair that Shane Clemmens luckily latched on to at the very last possible second. Left hanging on the middle rope, Aphrodisia holds her skull, while Shane again cocks the chair back; this time rifling it forward into Aphrodisia's back, completing her descent from the ring to the floor, landing hard on her back on the cement.]

[Following yet another stunning chairshot to the broad of her back, Shane stands over her, while she is crawling, trying to pry her way up to her feet, looking at the tiny fleshwound at the base of her forehead. Crouching down, he twists her over, positions her on her back and with both fists, begins to furiously unload on her face with a barrage of punches. Sensing he is near victory, Shane towers over Aphrodisia, only to drop right down and cover her... using his hand to place over her hooters.]

[Again, Aphrodisia easily kicks out at the count of two, signalling she is far from done.]

[Despite the lack of three, Shane gets on his knees, smirks and yanks Aphrodisia up by the hair, sitting her up onto her rear-end. He goes to step forward, wishing to kick her in the face, but he stops once she grabs ahold of his foot, in mid-swing. Leaping up to her feet, she quickly goes on the intitiative, shrugging off any prior damage done to her, and Dragon-Screw legwhipping Shane's right leg and knee, resulting in him being thrown up against the steel barricades.]

[Using the ring steps to help her stand again, Aphrodisia turns to face Shane, who is holding his knee on the floor; using her time wisely by grabbing a steel chair, clutching it close to her chest. Just as Shane goes to stand, she climbs up onto the side of the apron -- the chair still in hand -- and dives off, smacking the cold, hard chair across his forehead, knocking him right back down.]

[Landing on her feet, she throws the chair down at Shane's head and walks off to the back, kind of like Cyber Trooper earlier. This time, however, she doesn't completely exit to the back and pass the curtain. Unlike her nemesis/tag partner, she waits on the entrance ramp, staring coldly at Shane Clemmens, who remains at ringside, allowing him to rise to his feet. Not saying a word, she doesn't remove her gaze from him, remaining in a firm standing position as she eyes Shane rising to his feet, shrugging off the effect of the chairshot.]

[When he gets to his feet, Shane kicks the chair and stares up at Aphrodisia, who stares blankly back at him, keeping a solid position on the ground, bracing herself for what's to come. Almost beckoning to have him join her at the entrance, Aphrodisia doesn't move an inch, trying her best to psyche Shane out.]

[Luckily, for her; it works.]

[Steamrolling forward, Shane hunches down, hoping to take Aphrodisia down and out with the Dirty Endo, but fails miserably, as she side-steps to her right, thus sending him tumbling through the curtains and into a pile of boxes in the backstage area. Spilling out of the boxes is a pile of nails that Shane rolls around in; having each of them dig unmercifully into his back. Pushing the curtains aside, Aphrodisia joins her opponent, grabs a handful of nails and spikes them in between her fingers. Balling her hand into a fist, she begins to unleash a furious amount of punches at Shane's skull, busting him wide open; each nail creating a new flesh wound in Clemmens' skull.]

[Picking up another crate that still has some nails left in it, Aphrodisia wires it down onto Shane's back, sprinkling wooden chips and steel nails everywhere. Delivering some kicks to his feet, splattering his blood all over her shoe, she grabs his head, lifts him up and slaps him square across the face, now spilling blood over her right palm.]

[Hoisting him up, she whips him face-first into the wall, grabs a wooden chair and positions it in front of Shane, whom she turns around. Darting forward, she uses the chair as a springboard and leaps at Shane Clemmens, only to receive a ridiculous thrust kick to the face, sending her hard on her back; the back of her head striking the wooden chair, chipping it, knocking a piece of wood off the seat. Showing no hesitation, Shane picks the wooden piece up and jabs it into Aphrodisia's forehead, putting her in the same predicament; with blood running down her face.]

[Viciously lashing the wooden piece across her forehead, he drops the object, picks up the broken wooden chair and just slams it across her back, keeping her on the ground, leaving her in a crumpled heap.]

[Aimlessly stumbling forward, not really in any particular direction, Shane looks for some items to use as weapons; eventually coming across a trashcan with a Singapore Cane inside, along with a toaster, a cheese-grater and a computer keyboard. Searching further inside of the trash, he is blindsided when a blood-spilling Aphrodisia Jordan sneaks up behind him and whacks him across the back with a long, thin piece of iron, dropping him to his knees.]

[Trying to regain control of the match, Aphrodisia stomps Shane across his lower-back, licks the blood off his forehead, kicks him in the groin and then spits the blood in his face, laughing at his condition. Dumping the trashcan over onto its side, Aphrodisia watches the items inside spill out onto the floor, licking her lips at the side of the cheese-grater, which she lays under Shane's head. Performing some shrill stomps on the back of his skull, she smirks as each foot digs his face into the sharp-edges of the grater, leaving him -- and the floor -- a bloody mess.]

[When she lifts his face off the floor, he leaps behind traces of plasma and skin that peel off the grater. Standing him to his feet, she strikes him with the Singapore Cane and watches him almost drunkenly stagger, noticing a stack of light-tubes in the background, used as replacements for the lights in the arena. Thinking lethally and wisely, she goes to whip him into the lights.]

[Seconds before he can smash into the stack of lights that are resting against the wall, Shane is able to stop the momentum and place his two feet solid on the floor. Turning around, he witnesses Aphrodisia hurdling towards him, so he steps to the right and hip-tosses her on-and-through the stack of lights, sprinkling glass, blood and other debris everywhere.]

[Dropping down, finding a place amongst the broken shards of glass, Shane Clemmens lays his body over Aphrodisia, who lays in a puddle of her own blood...]

[At the very last possible nano-second, she kicks out, ending the chances of her losing the Ultraviolence Title. Confused -- and albeit -- a tad angry, Shane sprinkles some glass on Aphrodisia's head, grabs another shard of glass and scrapes it across her forehead, deepening any and every wound.]

[Gasping for oxygen, Shane rises to his feet, scrubs some blood from his face and lifts Aphrodisia up alongside him, only to give her a surprise back-kick to the gut. Throwing Aphrodisia directly across the hallway, knocking her up against the men's bathroom door, he watches as her feet crumples beneath her and the door flings open, causing her to fall inside, surprising Ace Rodgers, who is standing at a urinal, trying to pee.]

Ace Rodgers: Sweet Christ!

[Ge goes to zipper up... but the zipper gets stuck. Shrugging his shoulders, he runs out of the bathroom, his dick wagging out of his pants; passing right by Shane, who looks at him awkwardly.]

[Consequently, Aphrodisia crawls inside of the bathroom, the door swinging closed behind her. After one swing, it still shows her crawling away, but on the second swing, both the camera and Shane realize that she isn't in sight. His interest piqued, he pushes open the door and goes to enter, only to have Gwenivere pop out from behind the door and strike him with a yellow "Slippery When Wet" sign, following that up by sweeping his legs out from under him.]

[Landing with a thud on his back, Shane exhales, looking up at Gwenivere Jordan, who stomps at the wound on his face like a feral animal. Sitting on his chest, she claws her nails into his face, trying to rip more pieces of his flesh away, but she stops when Cyber Trooper, of all people, pushes open the door to the toilet cubicle and rushes out, grabs Aphrodisia by the hair and yanks her off Shane Clemmens, much to the disdain of everyone involved.]

[Grabbing her tits, he pulls her to the cubicle, bashes her face off the wall, leaving behind a trail of blood, and follows over to the door and slams her face off that, as well. Positioning her head in between the cubicle door and the frame, Cyber Trooper swings the door open and, using all of his might, he swings the door closed on Aphrodisia's head. Having her head squashed like a grape and a long-lasting ringing in her ears, Aphrodisia has no time to recover, as Cyber Trooper again smashes the door off her head, no doubt crushing her skull.]

[He goes for the triple threat, but stops when Ignatius Satanica bursts into the bathroom, forcing Cyber Trooper to run off; with Ignatius in hot pursuit, leaving Shane and Gwenivere Jordan laying on the piss-stained floor.]

[In the bottle of who'll rise first, it's Shane Clemmens, who slowly gets to his feet, scraping blood off his face, wiping it up in his hands, laughing at it. Turning around, he views a half-conscious Aphrodisia lifting herself up. Cracking his blood-soaked knuckles, he decides to dash forward, leap into the air and connect with his finishing move, the "Shoot to Thrill"!]

[In slow-motion, Aphrodisia's head snaps back and she collapses on the floor, allowing for Shane to drop down on her, hooking a leg, demanding that the referee make the count.]

[...Almost slow-motion...]

[With that, we have a new Ultraviolence Champion. Getting to his feet, a wobbly Shane Clemmens is rewarded with the title he has just won and walks through the sea of officials, who surround both combatants, checking to see their status.]

[Pushing past several medics, Shane walks through the halls, wrapping his new title, with tiny droplets of blood soaked on it, around his waist.]

[Seth Dryden, Romeo Jenkins, Caleb McInnis, Luke Wolf and Cryst -- the member of No Ca$h Value -- all hover around a limousine in the parking lot, congratulating Shane Clemmens as he bursts into the scene, beaten into a bloody pulp. Nevertheless, he still has a toothy grin on his face, which follows him to the automobile that each member enters. The last two to take a seat are Shane and Cryst, who shows her gratification with a bloody kiss onto Shane's cheek. Finally, Shane steps in, no doubt leaving a bloody mess for someone to clean up.]