Flaming Youth: I still dunno how I feel about beating up that Aphrodisia broad.

Press: Oh get off it.

[Suddenly, the lights in the hallway blink out, leaving them both in complete darkness. The cameraman turns on the exterior light, nearly blinding the two men. Behind them, a silhouette can be seen, the glint of teeth as a sinister smile crawls across the figure’s face.]

Cameraman: Um… guys?

[But before either member of BombTrax can react, their foreheads collide as the figure shoves them together. The lights flick back on, exposing the figure of Aphrodisia Jordan, standing over the two men. She picks up a chair that’s leaning against the wall of the corridor, licking her lips slowly.]

Aphrodisia Jordan: Beating up on that broad? Baby… that should be the last of your worries with me.

[Bringing the chair up over her head, she drops it down across Press’s neck like a guillotine. Flaming Youth begins to get up, giving Aphrodisia a perfect golf shot to swing to the side and slam the chair into his forehead as the scene fades 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.]

[Oh, and he also drags both Tag Team Championships to the ring with him, which he uses to taunt his opponents, while waiting for his partner's entrance. If for any reason, he isn't supposed to have both of them, he does -- and that's it, no question asked.]

[...which never comes. No Aphrodisia. What the fuck? That's the crowd and CT, all rolled into one. Where could she be? Why would she turn her back on her oh-so-loved partner like this? These and many more questions float in and our of everyone's heads, but clearly, not the BombTrax, who use the confusion as a veil to mask their double team from behind on CT.]

[Cyber Trooper has never seen a beating quite like this. Before the ref can attempt to instill order, both Press and Flaming Youth go wild on Trooper, taking turns hammering his face in with forearm shots, elbow shots, and even a couple stiff boots. Eventually, CT can take no more of this and goes down, becoming fully vulnerable to the continued assaults of Press, while Flaming Youth heads off to his corner -- and the bell sounds!]

[The enormous bulk of flesh and muscle that is Press works Cyber Trooper over like he's a one-legged bitch. Pummeling on CT from one side of the ring to the other, Press focused on CT's neck and shoulders. CT does try to mount an offense, however, but this is to no avail, as Press is just too strong and CT is far too weak, considering he took quite a nasty spill at Illusions. Finally, Press manages to hit a devastating Press Release Powerbomb, seemingly ending the match.]

[HOWEVER....Press does the unexpected and tags his partner, Flaming Youth, in. Flaming Youth, much like his partner in crime, just manhandles CT, flinging him all around the ring with various high risk moves -- even a shocking reverse frankensteiner that looks as if it snaps CT's neck right in half. Still, CT gets up, only to be decimated a little more, before finally, Flaming Youth is able to hit his finisher, Eternal Youth (lol corey page), off the top rope. Flaming Youth covers and...]

[This match is fucking over -- and so is Cyber Trooper's life, it seems, as he stares up into the rafters with a look of death written all over his face. No doubt, he has no idea where he is -- and thankfully so, since the BombTrax is standing over him with the pair of Tag Titles that once belonged to Cyber Trooper and the invisible Aphrodisia. Soon thereafter, the BombTrax leaves the ring with the crowd cheering them all the way. What a convincing win for these two.]

[The lights dim, and the crowd goes silent as the first riffs of "Shinobi Vs Dragon Ninja" by The Lost Prophets begins to play of the P.A. system. The music kicks in, blue fireworks shoot from the rafters down onto the stage, causing the outer edge to be engulfed in a blue flame. Alex Devious bursts through the smoke and the flames with a leap and rolls to a kneeling position on the entrance ramp. The crowd roars at this feet, and Alex mockingly smiles to them as he raises to his feet and makes his way to the ring.]

[When the match officially begins, Cock starts things off by taunting Alex Devious from the opposite corner, which includes him doing multiple crotch gestures. Not liking this at all, Alex Devious bursts forward, but Cock has other plans. Ducking to the side, he causes Alex Devious to crash chest-first against the turnbuckles, allowing him to immediately apply a testicle claw from behind.]

[Fortunately for Devious, he is able to escape from Cock's clutches, allowing him to temporarily retain control of the match, using his high-speed attack to take Cock down to one knee. Applying random leglocks and kneebars, Alex's efforts show to be useless as Cock is able to use his cunning ability to fight back, grabbing Alex's crotch to allow himself to break free.]

[On his feet, Cock scoops Alex up, rubs his crotch against an upside-down Devious' head and then starts feverishly humping his face, startling everyone in attendance. Their shock soon turns into sorrow, as Cock tombstone piledrivers Alex Devious, driving his head down onto the mat with the "69". He may be horny, but nevertheless, Cock goes for the three-count, slithering his body over Alex...]

[But Alex doesn't stop fighting. Showing great resilience, he kicks out of the pinfall attempt, frustrating Cock, who notices his opponent laying in front of him. Getting in another 69 position, he places his genitals over Devious' face, wanting to go for yet another hump. This time, though, Alex Devious has different plans.]

[As Cock hovers over him, Alex Devious brings his right knee up, striking Cock in the head. To further the damage, he strikes Cock with a kick, knocking him off even more. Finally, once he has Cock completely off him, Alex Devious leaps to his feet and connects with a Shining Wizard, kicking Cock upside the side of the head. Having him laid out on the mat, it's Alex's turn for a cover...]

[Like Alex Devious before him, Cock kicks out, enraging Alex, who instantly leaps to his feet. Climbing to the top rope, it isn't long until he flies through the air, hoping to land a perfect missile dropkick. However, seeing this, Cock catches him and drives him down to the canvas with a stiff sit-down powerbomb. He goes for his second cover...]

[Again, Alex Devious kicks out. Wanting to end things, Cock lifts him up and pulls him in with a front facelock, hoping to hit the Cock Intervention; only to have Alex stop things with a knee to the groin, taking a page out of his antagonizing opponent's tactics. When Cock drops down, holding his... well... holding his cock, Alex views this as an an opportunity to springboard off the top rope and soar through the air with a flying legdrop.]

[Springing back up, Alex Devious calls for the end and makes his way to the top rope again. Conversely, he contorts his body through the air, landing roughly on Cock with the Fall From Grace. Hooking a leg, he makes the cover...]

[Victorious, Alex Devious slides out of the ring, happy to be the victor. Cock, meanwhile, remains inside of the ring, where he is consoled by his cabana boys.]

Benjamin K.: My client, Gabriel Reno, deserves this shot! You saw what happened at Illusions; he should have this Platinum Title shot! He did finish second, after all!

[Peering up from his book, Corey glares at Benjamin, finally coming up with an idea.]

Corey Page: You're right... he did finish second, which is pretty damn good... hmm...

[Just then, before Corey can move on to his next thought, the door to Corey's office swings open. Standing there, with the Platinum Title still strung around her left shoulder is Nikita, who appears quite volatile. She steps into Corey's office, not minding Benjamin K., and stops in front of the desk, throwing her title down.]

Nikita: I want Stryker Graff...

[Stunned, Corey looks at Benjamin K. and then at Nikita.]

Corey Page: ...Who?

Nikita: Stryker Graff... Sean Graves... you know who...

Corey Page: Fine, fine, I...

[Overhearing this, Benjamin K. doesn't take this interruption too kindly.]

Benjamin K.: Now wait a damn second! I was here first and it was my employee who is facing her; not some guy with an identity crisis!

Corey Page: [while looking at Nikita] He's got a point.

Nikita: But...

[Before she can finish, though, the door to Corey's office is swung open yet again; this time with a big kick from Chris Carson, who stands on the other side, with a big smile on his face.]

Corey Page: THE CREEP! What are you so happy for?!

Chris Carson: My wife just gave birth to our very first kid! Chris Jr.!

Corey Page: Well, I'll be damned... congratulations!

[Leaping up out of his seat, Corey Page blows past Gabriel Reno and Nikita and walks over to Chris Carson, immediately shaking his hand.]

Corey Page: You know, I gotta thank you for finally getting rid of that Nazi douchebag for me. I can finally fuck his sister in peace; without having to hear her phone ringing, with him on the other end, asking where she is. Phew.

Chris Carson: [withdrawing his hand] Eh, yeaahhhh... anyhow, I know you and I have had a bit of a history, but I was wondering...

Benjamin K.: What the hell?!

Chris Carson: Oh, hey; look who it is... the guy who instructed Gabriel Reno to attack me a few weeks ago. How are ya, old pal?

[Chris Carson and Benjamin K. go nose-to-nose.]

Benjamin K.: I was here first, so it's my questions that should get answered! Do you understand that?

Chris Carson: Well, I'm here now. How'sabout ordering an attack on me, now? I'm feeling much better, healed up and ready-to-go right now.

Benjamin K.: Uh... well...

[Wisely stepping in between both men, Corey Page pulls them apart before anything explosive happens.]

Corey Page: Guys, guys, guys. You'll get your turn to kick the crap out of each other some other time; but for now... what do you want?

[Corey turns toward Chris Carson.]

Chris Carson: Actually, I want... her...

[He points at Nikita.]

Chris Carson: And I want her title.

[Surprised, Nikita's eyes pop open, forcing her to grab onto her title and hold it close to her.]

Nikita: What?!

Chris Carson: You heard me.

Benjamin K.: [butting in] Oh, no, no, no... NO! It's me... I... errr... Gabriel needs the shot! He finished second; we finished second!

Corey Page: Benny's got a point.

Benjamin K.: Don't call me Benny.

Corey Page: Yes, sir. Anyhow, Chris, you can have a title shot at a later date. Instead, I've got you lined up in a re-match against... Hecate! Remember her? Remember how she beat you the last time you faced each other?

[Lowering his head, Chris tries to avoid any thought about his loss to her.]

Corey Page: Redemption is good! This is where you can get it!

Chris Carson: Fine... all of that is good with me.

[After a pat on the back, Chris Carson walks out; while Nikita steps forward.]

Nikita: What the hell?! Neither one of these guys deserve a shot at my belt!

Corey Page: Perhaps. However...

[Benjamin K's interest piques.]

Benjamin K.: Hmm?

Corey Page: However... tonight... you don't go against Benjamin K... Tonight, you will go against Gabriel Reno, Benny's protege!

[Glad to hear this, Benjamin K. shows much promise and delight.]

Benjamin K.: Yes!

[However, he stops for a second.]

Benjamin K.: Don't call me Benny.

Corey Page: ...Fine! Anyhow, you're match is later tonight, so you better go get ready.

Nikita: But I wanted Stryker Graff!

Corey Page: I don't know anyone named Stryker Graff!

Nikita: Sean Graves!

Corey Page: Oh... him. Yeah, you can face him next week.

[Shaking her head, a very frustrated Nikita walks out of the office, leaving Corey and Benjamin behind.]

Benjamin K.: Thank you, Mr. Page, you won't regret this.

Corey Page: Sure thing, Benn... errr... Mister K.

[With a smile on his face, Benjamin K. walks off.]

Announcer: "In the arena right now, hailing from Toronto, weighing in tonight at 285 pounds, The Golden One TIM JAMES!"

[Tim appears through the smoke. He flashes metal horns to the crowd and holds a pose down for several seconds before heading to the ring. Tim rolls into the ring and poses on the turnbuckles, flashing metal horns again.]

["Big Dog" by Lil Boosie cranks up and plays for a few seconds before Sean Rollins emerges from behind the curtains. He slowly swaggers down the ramp, towards the ring, where he casually walks up the steps and stands on the apron. He walks to the far turnbuckle and jumps over it into the ring.]

[Immediately the two lock up but Tim James breaks away by kicking Sean Rollins to the gut. Sean stumbles a few steps back and as he moves to attack, Tim James brings him down with a clothesline. Tim bends down and grabs Sean Rollins’ legs and sets him up for an Indian Deathlock, which he does successfully. Sean Rollins manages to drag himself to the ropes that he grabs a hold of, forcing Tim James to break the hold. Rollins pulls himself up using the ropes and before he can turn around, Tim James grabs him around the waist and snaps backwards, landing a German Suplex into the center of the ring. Without giving Sean enough time to get back up, Tim James applies his finisher, The Blackout, causing Sean Rollins to tap out immediately.]

David Dunn: What do you want now? You better not sing me another damn song.

Chad Longoria: I could if you would like; but that's not why I came over here. What the hell is with all the flowers, man?! They're not even colorful. Looks like the kind of flowers you would see at a funeral. Is that it? Did someone die, man?

David Dunn: That's exactly right, Chad; someone did die, and tonight we're going to have a little funeral for the dearly departed...

[Chad looks more confused now than ever as one of the crewmen pass by him. holding a big picture of Shane Clemmens.]

[A driving drumbeat powered by tom-toms slides out of the speaker system, accompanied by the rev of a diesel engine. The twang of a guitar riff gets into step with it, the opening riff of Queens of the Stone Age's "You Think I Ain't Worth A Dollar...", and a logo that appears to be ripped from a funny car, a flaming decal that reads "Chris Carson", burns onto the opening screen. The moment the first scream of the lyrics punches in, the stage explodes with pyro, the burn fading out as Chris Carson comes out onto the stage in his wrestling gear—barechested and wearing black wrestling tights, with "The Classic" printed in blue down one side and "The Creep" in red down the other.]

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.]

Chris Carson: Hecate.

[And it looks like Carson has just been handed a microphone, though he can barely speak above the thundering chants of "THE CREEP THE CREEP THE CREEP."]

Chris Carson: Just give me a second. This is a momentous occasion!

[The chants continue for a few moments, but eventually die out, since just about every person in the audience is completely captivated by the god that is Chris Carson.]

Chris Carson: Now, Hecate. Before we get around to this match, I thought I'd offer you a cigar. What's the occasion, you ask? Well, so you and all the world can know, I have a brand new son -- Chris Jr.! This is an even bigger event than the time Donkey Kong popped one out, you know.

[Various instances of "Awwww" can be heard all around the arena.]

Chris Carson: So what do you say, Ms. Flame?

[Hecate looks uneasy, but as the crowd roars at her like a den of peer pressure, she gives in -- and as Chris Carson goes to light the cigar for her, he suddenly sneaks in an inside cradle, prompting the ref to drop into action.]

[With that, "You Think I Ain't Worth A Dollar..." kicks in, proclaiming THE CREEP the winner. Carson, proud of himself and laughing along with all the fans, rolls out of the ring, stopping once along the ramp to look over his shoulder at Hecate. Hecate, as is expected, is fuming, shouting obscenities and threats about Flame beating Chris Carson up at THE CREEP. The Creep, however, just laughs some more and jogs backstage, leaving Hecate to shout her frustrations at no one.]

[A long black hearse slowly drives on the entranceway, headed towards the ring. It pulls up next to the ring and the backdoor opens. Without further adieu, David Dunn gets out, wearing a black suit and tie. The finely-dressed Dunn gets into the ring and stands in front of the podium, grasping hold of the microphone.]

David Dunn: Tonight, I'd like to begin by saying we're here to remember the memory of a great man. Sadly, the Slash Tannon funeral was last week and tonight we're here to remember Shane Clemmens.

[A quiet hush fills the arena.]

David Dunn: Shane Clemmens and I have never seen eye-to-eye on anything. Not even when we both started out in the WEW. He was always trying to show me up, play his little game of "I can top that". It was really sad what happened to him. He had such promise and he threw it all away because he just pissed me off. This is why I came to this company. This is why I now hold this...

[David unbuttons his jacket to reveal the Ultraviolence Title belt around his waist.]

David Dunn: ...feel real good Shane. I didn't come here just because he pissed me off. Oh, no, I came here because he was running around calling himself "The Truth" when the "truth" was the furthest thing from it. Look at him, now: nothing... an empty, lifeless shell of a man. Let's all take a little tip back in time shall we to Halloween night and watch the demise of Shane Clemmens. Roll the footage, monkeys!

[The big screen starts playing the closing moments of the Shane Clemmens/David Dunn Ultraviolence title Haunted House match from Halloween night.]

Lex Robinson: Giving the window an elbow isn't enough to break it open, so he's going to try again... but not if David Dunn has anything to say about that. Crawling up behind Shane, blood dripping from his mouth and his foot, Shane offers him a lowblow, which he follows up by striking Shane with an uppercut.

Steve Hebert: Goddamnit! Can't he just go die or something?! What will it take to keep that bastard down and out?

Lex Robinson: It'll be a lot, I'm sure... or at least I hope.

[Rising to one leg, David Dunn strikes Shane with some more hammer-like punches; each one connecting to Shane's upper-back and neck region. Using his strength, David Dunn wraps his right hand around Shane Clemmens' throat, hoists him up into the air and heaves him backward, resulting him being thrown through a pile of wood, nails and debris.]

Steve Hebert: And he continues to fight back...?! What... the... fuck?!

Lex Robinson: That's what I've been sayin'. He's like a monster.

Steve Hebert: But only gayer.

Lex Robinson: That's just your opinion.

Steve Hebert: And my opinion is really all that matters.

Lex Robinson: Eh?

Steve Hebert: Aboot. I know we're in my land of Canada, but town down the Canadianism a tad.

Lex Robinson: Nev... My Jesus, David Dunn is dumping gas all over the building.

Steve Hebert: Huh? How did he get that in there? That motherfucker is going to burn down your house, Lex!

Lex Robinson: Shut up, shut up! This is not good! We're going to have a fire here...

Steve Hebert: Unless... he plans on killing Shane Clemmens with fumes; which would be twice as lethal!

[Dumping the gasoline all over the region, David Dunn pulls a match out from his pants, scratches it and drops it to the ground, igniting the floor; the flames soon spreading all over the building, with smoke pluming to the air.]

Steve Hebert: Oh, fuck. Get out, Shane!

Lex Robinson: He's going to burn the entire goddamn place down! Probably even the arena. Lord help us all!

David Dunn: [singing] "...Shane Clemmens roasting on an open fire..."

[He laughs.]

David Dunn: Shane Clemmens is gone. Now and forever. Everyone here has to just come to that "truth" and move on with their lives. I beat him... hell... I killed him; just like I said I was going to do. I didn't show any mercy towards a man who deserved no mercy. So...

[David pulls out a little bottle of lighter fluid from his jacket pocket and starts spraying it over the Shane Clemmens' picture in the ring.]

David Dunn: ...let's end this funeral with what everyone here came to see...]

[David empties the bottle and pulls a match out of his pocket. He strikes it on the podium and throws it on the picture, which causes the picture to be engulfed in flames.]

David Dunn: ...me pissing on the memory of Shane Clemmens.

[David unzips his pants, whips out his cock and pisses all over the picture of Shane Clemmens, shocking everyone in the audience. Smoke plumes from the picture as David finally zips himself back up, much to the awe of everyone in the building.]

David Dunn: Rest... in... Peace, Clemmens. Good night, everyone; make sure you tip your waiter.

[With the fire extinguished, David Dunn is oblivious to the image of Raziel standing behind him, holding a shovel in his hands. When the time is right, Raziel swings the end of the shovel right at David's head...]

[BAM!]

[Wisely maintaining his advantage over David Dunn, Raziel decides to strike him a few more times with the shovel, eventually disconnecting the handle from the base of it, sending it flying into the crowd after a stiff shot to Dunn's skull. Picking up the mangled picture of Clemmens, Raziel holds it high into the air and smashes it down across Dunn's head; sending it through the picture which has now become nothing but ash as it easily breaks over Dunn's thick skull.]

[When David Dunn decides to fire back, though, he lowblows Raziel, and unleashes a furious amount of punches onto Raziel's skull, knocking him senseless. Jolting the number one contender back with some stiff forearms, David Dunn is savvy enough to pick up the podium and throw it at him, striking it across Raziel's upper-back. When Raziel staggers forward, stopping himself with the ropes, David Dunn uses his time wisely by picking up the shovel's handle and digging it into Raziel's ribs. He goes to swing the handle at Raziel's head, but the swinging blow is ducked, doing nothing but confuse David.]

[Sensing an opening, Raziel charges forward and clotheslines both himself and David to the floor, where each man lands with a sickening thud. Out here, both men rise to their feet and start sending a mixture of punches, forearms and knees to each other; with David Dunn blocking a forearm from Raziel, only to counter it with a forearm of his own. Wisely taking ahold of Raziel's head, David Dunn bashes his skull into the ring railing and drags him up the ramp, where they stand on the entranceway, exchanging even more blows.]

[Up here, David Dunn attempts to piledrive Raziel onto the steel, but his plan is foiled by the newcomer, Raziel, who instead backdrops him up and over his shoulders. Landing hard on the steel, David Dunn can only yell in pain as Raziel disappears behind the curtain, returning with a shopping cart full of weapons. Between both men, they manage to strike each other with golf clubs, trashcan lids, beer bottles, a used VCR player and the coup-de-gras of them all: a window pane.]

[Unfortunately for Raziel, it's David Dunn who comes out on top in their battle of weapons, thus allowing him to pick up the window pane. Without thinking, he rises it above his head, just seconds away from having it smash down across Raziel's forehead. Fate deals Dunn a clever card, though, as before he can smash it across his opponent's head, Raziel leaps up to his feet, hops towards Dunn and connects with "The Innovator". Glass shatters and falls onto the entrance, as Raziel's foot pierces his way through the pane and connects harshly to the brunt of David's jaw, knocking him out flat on his back.]

[Falling on top of David Dunn, Raziel makes the cover; bloodied forehead and all...]

[With a foot through a window pane, we have a new Ultraviolence Champion. Being rewarded with nis new title, Raziel, whose head is still busted open thanks to a "Stop" sign shot, heads to the back, proud of his new victory. David Dunn, on the other hand, remains on the entranceway, picking glass out of his mouth and eyes, shouting the word, "Bastard!" towards Raziel.]

[Sean Galen walks out like an anxiety-ridden nutjob, biting his nails all the way down to the ring.]

[And things don't get much better for Galen, as the confidence of Travis Miller leads him to an immediate assault on Sean. Galen tries to fight back, but with the size of Miller's ego, he doesn't accomplish a whole lot. In fact, Travis is so full of himself, he just walks right into attacks from Galen, almost like he thinks he's the Teriminator -- and much like the Terminator, Miller grips Galen by the throat, asking him where Sarah Connor is.]

[That didn't happen.]

[What DOES happen, though, is Miller hitting some random DDT finisher on Galen, since Miller hasn't yet won the right to use any of his trademarked moves, which are now property of Sin Wrestling. Pinning Sean Galen, Travis Miller says to the camera that he has entered the SW locker room's mother's vaginas.]

[Surprisingly, Travis Miller takes the victory, as well as a brand new contract with the company he claims he can't live without. Making out with the contract, Miller pays little attention to the man he just picked up a pinfall over, Sean Galen; Sean just sort of stands there for awhile, before entering a full blown nervous breakdown, even having to be tranquilized and carried out of the ring in a straitjacket, Jarred Happy style.]

Ace Rodgers: Travis, I'd like to get a word with you!

Travis Miller: Shoot, Ace; I've got a whole lot o' drinking, celebratin' and whores to do.

Ace Rodgers: Well then! I'll only keep you a minute.

Travis Miller: Thank fuck, Ace; thank fuck.

[Both men share an awkward silence.]

Ace Rodgers: Uh... well, you've got to be happy about being back in Sin Wrestling, right?

Travis Miller: You damn right I am, Ace. It's been a long-time coming and...

[Unfortunately before Travis can continue, Sin Wrestling's newest acquisition, COCK, walks into the scene, wearing only a thong.]

Travis Miller: What the Cryst?!

[Eyeing Travis up-and-down, COCK traces his index finger across Travis' chest, licking his lips ever-so-slightly.]

COCK: Mmm...

[Right away, Travis slaps COCK's hand away.]

Travis Miller: What the fuck, man? Don't touch me!

[Not listening to Miller's orders, COCK returns to stroking Travis' chest.]

COCK: My, my...

[Startled, Travis steps back, looking at the two cabana boys that stand at COCK's side. Almost disgusted at this lewd act, Miller sends a fist flying at COCK's skull, smacking him upside the head.]

Ace Rodgers: Travis Miller has just hit the COCK!

Travis Miller: I warned you! I told you not to touch me!

Ace Rodgers: Travis Miller does not love the COCK!

Travis Miller: Goddamn right I don't. Sick fuckin' freak... how dare you interrupt my return celebration?!

Ace Rodgers: Travis Miller is stroking the COC-...

[Seconds before Ace can finish, Travis Miller is jumped by COCK's two cabana boys, who instantly latch on to Travis' side. Trying to shake them off, he is dropped to his knees when COCK, from a seated position on the floor, lowblows him, using his right fist.]

Travis Miller: Aw, fucccc...

Ace Rodgers: The COCK has just dropped Travis Miller!

[Up to his feet, COCK welcomes Travis back to Sin Wrestling by slapping him across the face and having his two henchmen hold Miller in place.]

COCK: Mmm... new meat.

[After licking Travis' cheek, COCK instructs the two cabana boys to release him, allowing Travis to drop on his back. With a twinkle in his eye and in his underpants, COCK walks off, leaving Travis Miller trying to recollect himself.]

[The camera pans the attending crowd as the arena stand to their feet. Many gracious fans await the arrival of one of their most hated or most loved superstars. As the camera catches a quick glance towards the stage the arena darkens and smoke comes rising from the stage.....]

[The sound system roars the arena with a new sound from Ray Cash known as "Pimp in my own mind" and through the fog at the beat of the bass out walks the 6'10 behemouth, Kevin Kronos....]

[The 6'10, 295 pounder slowly walks down the ramp noticing all of the different "I hate you" signs and "Kiss my ass" signs and lets out an evil smile as he continues gracing the attending arena with his presence. He walks up the steps and climbs over the rope stepping into the ring throwing his sleeveless shirt off pulling on the rope a couple times and doing some arm movements ready for action.]

[Standing across the ring from the very large Kevin Kronos, Angel Felicity tries to devise a plan to help him overcome his obvious disadvantage. His thoughts don't gather quick enough, however; as Kevin bursts across the ring, from one corner to the other, extending his right leg and big boots Angel squarely in the jaw, knocking him flat on his rear-end. Laying against the bottom two turnbuckle pads, Angel can do nothing but look up in the sky, seeing stars figuratively float around his head.]

[Unfortunately, the beatdown on him continues. Woe is Angel; thanks to a series of high-impact gutwrench suplexes, knees and even a splattering chokeslam-powerbomb that pancakes Angel Felicity into the ring. When Kronos goes to lift him up to his feet, Angel throws an elbow into Kevin's gut, which, sadly, does nothing to damage his larger opponent.]

[Laughing those shots off with a smug smirk, Kevin Kronos calmly grabs Angel Felicity around the throat, hoists him into the air with his right arm, and drives him back down to the mat with a vicious chokeslam that he calls the KronoDriver. Dropping down to a kneeling position, Kevin Kronos casually covers Angel Felicity, getting the easy victory.]

[When the bell rings, signalling the end of the match, Kevin Kronos officially stands to his feet, listening to the mixed reaction he receives from the fans. When he turns around, he notices the new Tag Team Champions, The BombTrax, standing at the entrance, not saying a word, just examining him very closely.]

[Before the camera fades, the scene shows him smirking and nodding his head.]

Priest: Halloween night, you stole that victory. I was the first man in; I deserve that title shot much more than you...

[When Destiny contorts her body around so that she is able to apply a hammerlock, Priest immediately counters it by twisting his own body around, trapping both of her hands around her neck. In other words, Priest applies a standing Japanese stranglehold onto Destiny.]

Priest: I told you... now don't struggle...

[Despite Priest's warnings, Destiny does struggle, hoping to find a way out of his grasp. Fortunately, her luck takes a spring forward as the sound of steel chair on bone is heard.]

[Standing behind Priest is Scar, who holds a chair in his hand, watching as Priest cringes at the chairshot, thereby allowing Destiny Daniels to break free.]

Scar: Leave her the hell alone or I will kill you.

[Very slowly, Priest turns around, grimacing.]

Priest: We'll just have to see about that, eh?

[For the second straight time, Scar swings the chair at Priest. However, this time, Priest ducks out of the way, therefore causing Scar to bash the chair againt Destiny's skull. Shocked, Scar can only stand above his potential love interest, while Priest charges up behind him, knocking the chair out of his hands with a massive punch to the neck.]

Priest: You son of a bitch... don't poke your nose in my business.

[The chair lands with a clatter, while Priest grabs Scar by the head and throws him headlock into the concrete wall, only to lead him out onto the entranceway, where all of the fans watch the action unfold.]

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

["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.]

[Just as he stands inside, though; he is quickly given a beating by Scar, who wastes little time in jumping Priest, giving him a bunch of punches, forearms and bionic elbows. Backed up against the ropes, Priest has nowhere to go, giving Scar the chance to whip him out into the opposite set of ropes. Upon his return, however; Priest watches Scar raises his right arm for a clothesline, deciding to do something about it.]

[Grabbing Scar by the arm, he knees him in the gut and then swinging sidewalk slams him, allowing him to transfer the slam into a Wakigatame armbar. Wrenching back on Scar's arm, Priest tries to dislocate some joints, but his opponent fights back. Hunching over, still with Priest hanging onto his arm like a beartrap, Scar clenches his right fist and starts to throw some hard-hitting punches down onto Priest, hoping to find freedom.]

[Luckily for Scar, he finds the strength and the power within his fists to strike Priest enough times to loosen up his arm. When he finally sneaks his way out, he goes to stomp on Priest; who, from a downed position, tries to fend himself, laying on his back, using his legs and feet to keep Scar at bay. At every attempt Scar makes for an attack, Priest holds him back by either kicking him or threatening to kick him. After some stalling, Scar is able to psyche Priest out, enabling him to deliver a powerful stomp on Priest's face.]

[This stomp throws the flow of the match towards Scar, who focuses on Priest's face and back, wanting to keep the big man from rising to his feet. Deiciding to wear Priest down, Scar locks in several Dragon Sleepers, armwrenches and arm-and-neckbars, wishing to keep Priest floored. Nevertheless, Priest is still able to fight back; using his power to his advantage. With his arm tucked between Scar's legs, Priest rises to his knees, and wisely yanks his arm upwards, resulting in him dishing out a lowblow.]

[Before Scar can fall to his knees, clutching his groin, Priest keeps a hold of his opponent's arm, holds him close and applies a modified abdominal stretch, which he soons turn into a Priest Slam, dropping Scar on his back. Thinking he has the match won, Priest goes for a cover...]

[However, at the count of two, Scar is able to reach out with his left foot and place it on the bottom rope, stopping the count. Furious, Priest rises to his feet, sure to unleash a new load of punishment onto Scar.]

[With a handful of hair, Priest lifts Scar up and traps him in the corner, unloading with a lethal dose of high-and-low martial arts kicks that stagger Scar. Winding up for one last kick, Priest is surprised when Scar ducks out of the way, thus tying Priest's left leg up in the ropes. Taking advantage of this, Scar offers some kicks to Priest's free leg; eventually using his left shoulder to clip it out from underneath him, dropping Priest on his back.]

[Sliding the big man into the center of the ring, Scar looks to apply a figure-4 leglock, but his attempt is shrugged off by Priest, who uses his left leg to push Scar off, kicking him chest-first into the turnbuckle pads. When Scar stumbles back, Priest decides to schoolboy roll him up...]

[Luckily for Scar, he is able to kick out of Priest's rollup, continuing the match. When Scar gets back, he is again quickly attacked by Priest, who chases after him like a rabid dog. Pulling Scar in close to him, Priest grabs him by the throat and proceeds to hoist him up into the air. Fearing for the worst, Scar kicks Priest between the legs, allowing him to be dropped back down to his feet. Thinking quickly, Scar locks into Priest and hits his move, the Emptiness!]

[Rolling onto Priest, Scar makes the cover...]

[After the surprise victory, Scar sits up, with an unbelievable expression on his face. He stands up, about ready to head to the back, when Priest rises up behind him. Like a bat out of hell, Priest shrugs off Scar's attack and springs forward, striking Scar from behind. Unleashing his fury on Scar, Priest throws him over the top rope and onto the floor, following him outside.]

[Out here, the two manage to brawl on the floor, up the entrance and then to the back.]

[The arena goes black as the Sin-screen fades to an image of a man's face backstage; Gabriel Reno 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?'.]

[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. 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 -- not to mention, handing her Platinum Championship, which she has carried to the ring, off to a ring attendant.]

[Later on in the match, Nikita manages to sneak in a float-around DDT, stunning the shit out of Gabriel Reno. Locking in her patented cross arm breaker -- The End -- she tears away at Gabriel's arm, causing him to shout and scream bloody murder. Still, Reno hangs in there, managing to drag his aching self closer and closer to the ropes. Finally, when it seems he's about to submit, Gabriel reaches out as far as he possibly can, slapping the bottom rope in the process, and thus causing the ref to call for a break. Nikita is everything but happy about this.]

[Continuing to play the aggressor, Nikita goes on with her mission to wear Gabriel Reno down for one of her submission holds. However, as she comes flying off the top rope with what is supposed to be a missile dropkick, Gabriel Reno sidesteps and heaves her downward, causing her body to crash against the mat with immense force. With that, the tides shift in Reno's favor.]

[Nikita tries her damnedest to turn the tide back around, but all her attempts give birth to nothing but failure. Suddenly, out of nowhere, she hits her Amnesia move when Gabriel Reno least expects it, drilling his cranium through the ring. Hopping up, Nikita is all ready to end this match, when out of nowhere, Stryker Graff nails her with a kendo stick across the bridge of her nose. The ref, who should be calling for a disqualification, is laid out from an earlier botched splash from Gabriel, which connected with the ref, instead, after Nikita pulled him in the way. Ironically, Nikita's underhanded ways come back to haunt her, as Stryker gets away with a vicious beating on her with the kendo stick before the ref even begins to stir.]

[As the ref comes to, he only sees Gabriel Reno covering Nikita, for which he is obligated to count.]

[Just like that, the match and Nikita's Platinum Title reign are over. Gabriel Reno, who is still pretty dazed from Nikita's Amnesia, cradles his newly won Platinum Championship in his arms and leaves the ring. Meanwhile, Stryker Graff stares down at Nikita from inside the ring, smiirking like only he can over his heinous deed -- and that smirk is the last thing we see before we cut away from ringside.]

[Although, as a footnote, disappointment runs high at Alliisa O'Toole's lack of interference in the match. SW matches aren't quite the same without her working up a sweat in front of all the wide-eyed fans.]

[Seeing an opportunity, Priest knees Scar in the ground, causing him to double-over in pain, holding his groin. Striking Scar with a stiff uppercut, Priest rises back to a standing position, throttles his enemy's throat and pushes him up against the wall, where he explodes with fist-after-fist into Scar's face. After bashing Scar's face against the wall and then a nearby table, Priest places him into a standing headscissors position. After several seconds, Priest hoists Scar into the air, on his shoulders and then powerbombs him through the table and onto the floor, leaving Scar down and shattered.]

[Hovering over his fallen opponent, Priest stands with a smile, snickering at Scar's demise.]

[Catching Stryker off-guard, Seth Dryden moves in, hoping to knock him back down with a clothesline, but Stryker ducks and brings Seth down with a Super Kick. Expelling the little bit of energy Stryker has, he falls to the mat along with Dryden. Dryden is quick to his feet and he retaliated with kick after kick to Stryker Graff’s abdomen. When he’s satisfied, he yanks Graff to his feet and quickly brings his head down into the mat with a DDT.]

[After a few more kicks to Stryker Graff’s stomach and one to the head, Dryden bounces off the ropes. As he shoots towards Stryker, he is surprised with a powerful spear and he falls hard to the mat. After plucking Seth Dryden to his feet, he too goes to bounce off the ropes and brings Seth back down with a Running Twisting Neckbreaker.]

[With Stryker’s sudden burst of energy, he begins to wail down on Seth with strong boots to the stomach and face. He continues relentlessly until the ref forces him to cease. When he does so, Stryker yanks Dryden to his feet with the both facing in the same direction. Stryker quickly wraps his arms around Seth and snaps back for a German Suplex. Again, Stryker forces Seth to his feet as he grins widely, setting him up for the Grave Digger. Not giving Seth enough time to wriggle free, Stryker brings him down into the mat and quickly pins him…]

[Exhausted, Stryker slowly gets to his feet while Seth Dryden is still laid out of the mat. Suddenly, the crowd goes into an uproar as Nikita is seen dashing down the ramp and slides into the ring. She waits at the ropes until Stryker Graff turns around in puzzlement and takes him down with a spear of her own. Stryker attempts to throw fists into Nikita’s face, unsuccessfully. Nikita quickly scrambles and places Stryker Graff in an arm bar. He yells out as she wrenches back on his arm with no mercy. The ref in the ring tries to pry her away but she refuses to budge until, finally, she hears a pop in Stryker’s shoulder and wailing erupting from his mouth. Nikita gently lets good Stryker’s arm and pats him, hard, on the shoulder with a smile before leaving the ring.]

[The fans slowly come back to a deadly silence, when Iggy Pop's 'The Passenger' blasts out over the PA. The fans erupt into cheers and the self proclaimed "Last Legend", Allisa O'Toole walks out adorned in a white suit, with matching shoes, top hat and swagger stick. She struts down the ramp, accompanied by her manager RT Russell. She laughs as she looks at the ring. She kicks off her shoes and removes the jacket and hat, placing the stick in the corner of the ring. She rolls into the ring and waits for that damn bell to ring.]

[The match starts with a lockup, with Davey Bellringer going behind Allisa trying for... something that looks a lot like good old fashioned humping. However, Allisa uses her flexibility to roll out of it, leaping up to her feet, allowing her to turn around and catch Davey with a dropkick that knocks him out of the ring. This gives her the chance to speed across the ring and baseball slide dropkick Davey, who is on the floor, goofing around with some of the fans, catching him upside the head with a lightning fast kick.]

[After a small battle on the floor, which sees Allisa smashing Davey's head off the railing and then off the steel ring post, she rolls him back inside and climbs to the top rope. Diving off, she goes to land a Whirling Dervish on Davey; but he realizes this and rolls out of the way. Seeing this as a perfect opportunity to take the advantage, he quickly pulls Allisa up to her feet, wanting to have his way with her...]

[...Unfortunately, when he whips her across the ring, she ducks underneath a back-elbow attempt and instead, returns with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors, dragging Davey back down to the mat. As quickly as he goes down, he springs right back up, only to stumble into the Punk As Fuck reverse hurricanrana from Allisa.]

[With his shoulders pinned to the mat, she is able to quickly get the cover...]

[Getting revenge for her loss at Illusions, Allisa quickly leaps up to her feet, celebrates her victory and heads to the back with "The Passenger" by Iggy Pop playing in the background.]

Ace Rodgers: Destiny, at Illusions, you were knocked unconscious by some unknown assailant and then literally kidnapped! Luckily for us, you're back this week. What I'm trying to say is... where were you?!

Destiny Daniels: Ace, I...

Ace Rodgers: Not only that, you were almost victimized by Priest earlier! When Scar made the save, however, he ended up missing Priest with the chair... and instead, he clocked you upside the head! Are you okay? Are you ready for your match that's coming up?!

Destiny Daniels: Uhm...

Ace Rodgers: Furthermore, you have a Television Title shot coming right up and...

[Unfortunately, before Ace can reach the end of his sentence, the same dark shadow we saw earlier makes his presence known. Priest marches into the scene, his head held high, after powerbombing Scar through a table in the backstage area earlier in the evening. Towering above Destiny, he smirks a little and winks at her, not touching her this time.]

Ace Rodgers: What the hell are you doing here?

[Priest grabs the microphone away from Ace Rodgers.]

Priest: Business, Ace.

[He pretends to make a swing at Ace, who ducks out of the way and quickly runs off. Destiny, meanwhile, just calmly stands before Priest.]

Priest: Like I said earlier tonight... it should be me having that title shot; not you!

[He goes to grab her by the hair again; only to have Destiny shoo his hand away with a lethal chop.]

Priest: What the fuck? Playing hard-to-get, are we?

Destiny Daniels: Not f'n likely. I think you had better turn around.

Priest: Huh?

[Heeding Destiny's orders, Priest cordially does a 360 degree turn, coming face-to-face with an enraged Scar, who is not holding any sort of weapon, unlike last time. Unleashing a flurry of forearms to Priest's skull, he manages to beat the life out of him, knocking him up against the wall and everything. From this position, he commences kicking and stomping at Priest, who can do nothing but sit there and just feel the kicks connect with his upper-torso.]

[Overhearing the commotion, a couple dozen officials make their way in, trying to break the two men apart, but it's no use. Scar returns to beating on Priest, who struggles to get to a kneeling position, despite several referees and officials pulling Scar away.]

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

[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 emerges.]

[She hustles to the ring, sliding in, testing the ropes and motioning for her music to be cut.] [Tony Millennia takes an early start by whipping Destiny Daniels into the ropes. As she comes bouncing off, Millennia lifts his knee into her midsection, causing her to flip over and onto her back. Keeping up the momentum, Tony Millennia sends boot after boot into Destiny’s chest and finishes off with a boot scrape to her face. Tony quickly grabs Destiny’s hair and brings her to her feet, only to scoop her up and throw her back down with a powerbomb.]

[Again, Tony goes to force Destiny to her feet, but this time, Destiny Daniels manages to send her fist into his stomach, giving her enough time to get to her feet on her own. She quickly sends him down onto the mat with a spinning heel kick. Taking the opportunity, Destiny quickly makes her way over to the corner and climbs atop the top turn buckle, facing the crowd. With Tony Millennia still down, she leaps off and lands a moonsault. She goes for an early pin…]

[Millennia snaps up, sending her flying off of him, breaking the count. Tony takes his time getting to his feet, allowing Destiny to do the same. When they’re both back on their feet, Tony Millennia sends a boot into Destiny Daniels’ stomach before locking her in a full nelson and leaping forward, landing his trademark move “Bullet in the Gun”. Tony grabs the collar of her shirt and yanks Destiny to her feet with seemingly no effort. Tony follows up by setting Destiny up for a DDT but Destiny reverses and brings Tony’s head down into the mat with a DDT of her own.]

[Destiny rushes up to the top turnbuckle a second time for a splash, but Millennia rolls out of the way, just in time. While she’s down, Millennia attempts to make a pin…]

[Destiny kicks out quickly. Tony hurries to his feet, as does Destiny. She attacks Tony with a variety of martial arts moves sending him into the corner. Millennia attempts to force her away with a throat strike which makes Destiny stumble away for a second before she shrugs it off and advances of Tony Millennia again, leaping up and taking him down with a hurricanrana. Destiny Daniels leaps to feet and taunts Millennia to get back up, which he eventually does. Tony tries to advance on her but she hits the Scarlet Strike, bringing him down by attacking the pressure points in his neck. Being distracted and slightly disabled, Destiny Daniels easily applies The CottenMouth, her version of a crossface. Millennia tries to fight it but to no avail, he taps out and the ref calls for the bell.]

[As Tony Millennia writhes around on the ground, the ref retrieves the Television Title from the corner and awards it to Destiny Daniels.]

[However...]

[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.]

[Slowly, Aphrodisia exchanges her glare from Tony... onto Destiny Daniels, who holds the Television Title in her hands, trying to recover from her match. Showing zero mercy, Aphrodisia leaps at Destiny Daniels, striking her with a stiff forearm to the back of her neck, knocking her on her face. Wild, untamed and vicious, Aphrodisia continues the attack on the new champion, standing above her, using her left foot to shove Destiny down, while holding onto her hair, yanking her upwards. Her boots continue to stomp Destiny over and over again, resulting in Destiny laying in the ring, a bloody, bruised mess.]

[Finally, Aphrodisia helps Destiny up to her feet, only to bring her back down with the Femme Fatality. Crawling towards the Television Title that has been dropped on the ground, Aphrodisia grabs it, stands above Destiny and holds it in the air; the final scene before the cameras fade out from tonight's event.]