[The scene opens up as a limo pulls into the docking bay of the arena, stopping right outside the wrestler's entrance. The driver hops out of the limo and quickly moves to the back door, opening it wide for the person within. Out steps a slender leg, wearing blue high-heels and then another, very similar to the first. When the female finally stands, it is revealed to be Alisha Marcil, wearing a sparkling blue evening gown to go along with her heels. She slinks out to the side, as another figure emerges; this one much larger than the petite woman. Kevin Kronos stands to his full height, hovering over both Alisha and the driver, who slinks back a bit.  He looks down to Alisha who waves her hand graciously in front of her for him to lead the way.]

Alisha Marcil: Tonight is a big night for me, Mr. Kronos. First, you are going to do your thing with Kain, and then I'm going to personally ensure that Press gets his hands around Tony Millennia's throat.

[Kronos smirks, but says nothing. Both of them make their way towards the door, and disappear within the entrance as the camera pans back to inside of the arena.]

Ultraviolence Title
Alex Devious vs. Raziel

[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.]

You will remember the night that you were struck by the sight of...

TEN THOUSAND FISTS IN THE AIR!

["Ten Thousand Fists" by Disturbed continues to play as Raziel emerges from backstage, his white hair hanging in front of his pale face as he studies the massive crowd. A maniacal grin crosses his face as he straightens his leather trench before making his way down the ramp. He looks into the crowd once more before sliding into the ring. With another grin, he slides the jacket off of his shoulders, showing his chiseled features and his plae skin beneath it. The music dies as he begins to stretch for the upcoming match.]

[Alex Devious starts off the match clothesline which takes Raziel down to the mat. Before he had a chance to get up, Alex slides out of the ring and searches underneath the ring. He emerges victorious with led pipe before sliding back into the ring. Just as he’s about to clock Raziel over the head with it, Raziel ducks and chops the back of Devious’ knee, making him collapse. Raziel continues by taking the led pipe from Alex’s hands and hitting him in the spine and then in the forehead, breaking open the skin.]

[Raziel slides back out of the ring and takes a gander underneath the ring. He came back up and leaped onto the ring apron with a roll of wires held behind his back. Alex Devious charged towards the ropes to attack Raziel but was surprised with a punch to the face. Raziel then wrapped the wires around Alex’s neck while he back was turned and hopped off of the ring apron while holding the other end, thus strangling him and eventually pulling him over the top rope. With Alex gasping for air, Raziel lashed him a few times with the wires.]

[Raziel takes another peek under the ring apron, pulling out a broom and cracking it over Alex’s back. With the stick broken in two, he begins beating Alex over the head with them but Alex grabs one stick and rips it out of Raziels grasp to thrust it in his throat. Raziel stumbles back as Alex pulls a chair out from under the mat and lays it flat on the floor. He grabs Raziel and places him into a headlock to DDT him into the chair and goes for the pin.]

[...1...2...]

[Raziel kicks out just in time with a slight bit of blood trickling from his forehead. They both stumble to their feet but Raziel brings Alex back down with a spear. Raziel quickly recovers and dashes towards the announcers table and grabs the bell before hurrying back over to Alex. Alex slowly gets to his feet, unaware of the bell in Raziels hands, and is clocked in the head. Once Alex falls, Raziel goes for the pin…]

[…1…2…3!]

[The ref calls for the bell and Raziel retains his ultraviolence title. With blood dripping down his face he grabs the chair and hovers over Alex who is just barely conscious. Just as Alex sits up, Raziel smacks him over his bludgeoned head with the chair knocking him out cold. Although he is down and out, Raziel continutes relentlessly until officials are forced to come out and pry Raziel away from Alex Devious.]

Winner: Raziel

[We go backstage to see Scar walking backstage with appearantly something behind his back. He walks with a little caution as he approaches a locker room door, and then we finally see what it was he was hiding behind his back. A big stuffed teddy bear. He knocks on the door and anxiously waits for someone to answer.]

[The door opens and on the otherside we see Destiny, not looking the best after just getting out of the hospital a little over a week ago and the beat down she got at the hands of Aph last week. It takes a bit for her to realize who it was but once she does she gives him a smile. He pulls out the teddy bear from behind him and hands it to her.]

Scar: Here, I didn't get a chance to give you this last week. A get well present.

[She looks at it and takes it from his hands. Her smile grows a bit more at the thought of him giving her a gift]

Destiny: Thanks.

[Scar smiles back and goes to leave but he stops and turns back around. Destiny looks back at him waiting for him to say something in this awkward moment.]

Scar: If it's alright with you I think I would like to come down and watch your back during your match. I don't trust Aphrodisia and I for sure as hell don't trust Priest.

[Destiny hugs her bear tightly showing that she appreciates the gift and looks back at Scar.]

Destiny: Sure I would appreciate that.

Scar: Ok, see you later then.

[Scar turns around and starts walking away as Destiny calls after him.]

Destiny: I'll be down for your match as well. Aphrodisia isn't going to get away with attacking me last week without a fight.

[Scar looks back at her and gives her a little smile.]

Scar: Cool, thanks, I have a feeling I might need some help tonight.

[We fade out with a picture of Destiny hugging her bear tightly as Scar walks down the hallway in a very successful walk sort of way.]

Singles Match
Elizabeth Dean vs. Sean Rollins

["Faint" by Linkin Park hits and Elizabeth Dean makes her entrance to the ring.]

["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.]

[Elizabeth Dean starts off the match right away with a few boots to the gut of Sean Rollins. She continues to place him in a headlock, preparing for a DDT, but Sean reverses and brings her head down to the mat with a DDT of his own. Before she has a chance to recover, Sean Rollins shoves his boot into Elizabeth’s face repeatedly until the ref forces him to stop. While the ref yells at Sean and his back is turned, Elizabeth Dean makes her way to her feet and onto the top turnbuckle going for the frogsplash, which she lands as the ref quickly dashes out of the way. Elizabeth attempts to place Sean Rollins in a figure four leg lock but as she seems to fumble, Sean kicks her away and into the corner. He quickly gets to his feet as Elizabeth stumbles forward and sets her up for a powerbomb that he manages successfully. While she’s laid out on the mat, Sean climbs up to the top rope for a moonsault, but Elizabeth Dean rolls out of the way just in time.]

[Sean crawls to the ropes to use them as leverage to get to his feet as Elizabeth stands up on her own. Once he’s up, she charges at Rollins and clotheslines him over the top rope. He lands on his feet and quickly grabs Elizabeth’s ankles, taking her down and pulling her out of the ring. With them both on the floor, the ref starts the ten count all the while the two continue to pummel away at each other. Elizabeth Dean bulldog’s his face into the ground and quickly stands up again. She begins tugging on him to get up.]

[…9…10]

[The ref finishes the 10-count, calling for the bell and a double count out. Elizabeth just looks up at the ref before setting Rollins up for the Pedigree on the hard floor that knocks him out cold.]

Winner: Double Countout

[Corey Page sits there, throwing darts at a dartboard that sits on the wall, directly opposite of his desk. He looked up in surprise, scoring a bullseye inadvertently; thanks to the distraction provided by the figure that stands before him. Alisha Marcil gives a coy smile as she entered the room, and slid the door shut behind her... making sure to move every inch of her body in a way to accentuate her impressive figure. She slid down into a seat across from the desk, and leaned forward, giving Corey a good shot of her cleavage.  She watched his roaming eyes with a grin, and then leaned back in her seat to a more comfortable position.]

Corey Page:  How exactly can I help you, Mrs. Marcil?

Alisha Marcil:  Well, I'm here to discuss my clients and their futures here in SIN Wrestling.  You have to admit, right now SIN is HOT!  And, partly, that reason can go to the arrival of the BombTrax.  They are a real tag team as they proved with their Tag Title win, and they are deserving of a step in the right direction.

Corey Page:  The right direction being?

Alisha Marcil:  More marquee match-ups.  

Corey Page:  Press goes one on one with the World Champion tonight.  I'd call that marquee.

Alisha Marcil:  Yes, but the title's not on the line.

Corey Page:  He's been here for all of three weeks now, give it some time.  I'm sure that he'll fit in nicely considering his standing on the rankings.

Alisha Marcil:  I just wanted to be assured that after tonight, when Press defeats Tony Millennia, that he will be though of fondly as a contender to the World Title at the next SIN PPV.  

Corey Page:  'IF' Press should win this match against the champ, then I give you my word that it will be considered.  But understand this Mrs. Marcil, that there are several others who feel that they deserve a shot first.  They have been here longer, and paid their dues in many respects.  If he comes in here, and simply takes a title match, how is that going to reflect upon their efforts?

Alisha Marcil:  Frankly, Mr. Page, I don't give a damn about their efforts.  Perhaps they should have went out and got someone as energetic as I about their careers like the BombTrax did.  Not to mention Kevin Kronos, who I'm sure you are keeping an eye on, as well.

Corey Page:  Certainly.  I do say, you are a viscous one, aren't you?

Alisha Marcil:  Oh, Mr. Page, you have no idea.

[With that, she allows a sidelong smile. Pulling herself up to her feet, and making her way towards the door, she exits, leaving Corey Page to his thoughts.]

Singles Match
Travis Miller vs. Anthony Michaels

[Travis Miller comes to ringside with the dumbest and messiest entrance, ever.]

[The lights begin to flicker as words show up on the big screen...]

:.:There is No Man Like Him:.:
:.:No One Better Than Him:.:
:.:No One That Can Even Compare To Him:.:
:.:He Is ANTHONY MICHAELS:.:

[There is a huge explosion at the top of the entrance ramp, as the lights come one and "Fly From The Inside" by Shinedown begins to blare across the PA. Anthony Michaels emerges on to the top of the ramp, and makes his way down to the ring. He climbs the steps and steps into the ring, before walking to a corner and awaiting his opponent.]

[However, in this matchup, Anthony Michaels' proclamations of no one comparing to him fall just a tad short. Despite his best effort, which includes falling down after several punches, being superplexed and having Travis Miller give him a suplex into a gutbuster, Michaels comes out on the losing end of the stick, allowing Travis Miller to gain his second straight victory since returning to Sin Wrestling.]

[After the match, an unexhausted Miller celebrates in the ring; standing up onto the second rope, holding his hands into the air. Slowly, he hops down and walks to the back, glad to have made short work of Anthony Michaels.]

Winner: Travis Miller

First Fall Wins
Tim James vs. Tony Star

[Strobe lights flash in addition to the house lights as "You Awful Me" by Gotham Road blares over the PA system. As the song builds up, the smoke billows out of the entryway, followed by Davey Bellringer, wearing a black bandana over his long, greasy hair. Davey spins around a couple times for the fans with cameras, until he gets a little dizzy and starts stumbling about. Recomposing himself, Davey hops up onto the apron and steps into the ring, flexing his non-existant muscles in unattractive poses for a man of his stature. Finally, after the torture has ended, he steps to his corner, removing his accessories.]

[An infectious drum beat fills the arena. The black and blue lights begin to pulse to the beat. As the guitar rifts are added on top, strobe lights and smoke start in the entranceway.]

Late at night all systems go You have come to see the show

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.]

["As I Am" by Dream Theaters hits Sin Wrestling's sound system and we wait a full minute until the words of James Labrie start to come through. Finally, Tony Star heads out to the enranceway...]

Don't
Tell me what's in
Tell me how to write
Don't tell me how to win
This fight
Isn't your life
It isn't your right
To take the only thing that's
Mine
Proven over time
It's over your head
Don't try to read between the
Lines
Are clearly defined
Never lose sight of
Something you believe in

[As Star gets to the middle of the ramp, he gives the crowd a stare; he even heads to the right of the screen and acts like he is going to punch a fan, smiling as he stops just short of striking him.]

Takin' in the view from the outside
Feeling like the underdog
Watching through the window I'm on the outside
Living like the underdog
I've been trying to justify you
In the end I will just defy you
To those who understand, I extend my hand
To the doubtful I demand, take me as I am
Not under your command, I know where I stand
I won't change to fit your plan, Take me as I am
As I am
Still
Running uphill
Swimming against the current
I wish I weren't so
Fucked
Feels like I'm stuck
Lost in a sea of mediocrity

[After Star slides into the ring, he walks around as the song finishes...]

[The match starts off pretty quickly. Tony Star tries to take on both Davey Bellringer and Tim James at once. However, this doesn't last too long, since the two just whale away on him with vicious forearms, backing him into the ropes. After an Irish whip, the two bend forward, attempting a double back body drop. Tony Star skids to a stop on his knees, though, and slams a pair of fists into their respective groins, causing them to double over.]

[The match continues on this way, with Tony Star getting the upperhand through underhanded tactics. At one point, Bellringer tries to clothesline the shit out of Star, but Star ducks, causing Davey to knock Tim James flat on his ass -- which James doesn't take too kindly to, popping right up and shoving Davey backwards.]

[Soon, Davey sends Tim out of the ring with a spin wheel kick -- only to be rolled up by Tony Star.]

[...1...2...3...]

[And Tony Star picks up the victory -- with considerable ease, no less.]

Winner: Tony Star

[Ace Rodgers is waiting backstage with a troubled look on his face...]

Ace Rodgers: Well, as always, I'm the snazzy-ass Ace Rodgers, waiting for the wrestler, Cock, to do his damn prematch and as usual... the prick is missing! Where the hell is Cock? Why does this guy always have to play friggin' games?!

[Just then, Rodgers hears something from around the corner. Ace Rodgers quickly gets defensive and has a curious look on his face...]

Ace Rodgers: Is that YOU, Cock?! I'm not in the mood tonight, man... seriously!

[Rodgers slowly peeks around the corner to find....nothing...]

Ace Rodgers: COCK!! WHERE ARE YOU?! That's it....he's not showing....

[Music begins to play...]

WHEN IT'S LOOOVE YOU GIVE...
I'll be your man of good faith...
THEN IN LOVE YOU'LL LIVE...
I'll make a stand, I wont break!!
I'LL BE THE ROCK YOU CAN BUILD ON....

Ace Rodgers: Co...Cock?!

[Cock's lockerroom door EXPLODES and an ENORMOUS cake rolls out!! A bright white light shines in Rodgers' face as he stumbles to the ground... a tear dripping down his cheek.... ]

Ace Rodgers: My God....sheer beauty....

BE THERE WHEN YOU'RE OLD...
TO HAVE AND TO HOLD....
When there's love inside...
I SWEAR I'll always be strong...
Then there's a reason why!
I'll prove to you we belong...
I'LL BE THE WALL THAT PROTECTS YOU!!

[The cake rolls into the hallway and a crowd gathers...]

Ace Rodgers: WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE STARING AT?!?! DISPERSE!! LEAVE!! NOW!! NOTHING TO SEE HERE....

Yeah..
From the WIND AND THE RAIN!!
FROM THE HURT AND THE PAIN...
YEEEAH!!!
HEY!!!!

[Suddenly, the cake literally blows up! When the smoke clears, cake is everywhere. It covers Ace Rodgers and the crowd....but standing where the cake once was.....is COCK!]

Ace Rodgers: COCK!!!!

[The music gets even louder!]

LET'S MAKE IT ALLLLLLLLLLL~LLLLL FOR ONE....AND ALL FOR LOVE!!!
Let the one you hold be the one you want....THE ONE YOU NEEED!!
CAUSE WHEN IT'S ALLLLLLLLLL FOR ONE IT'S ONE FOR ALL!!!!
When there's someone that you know, then just lets your feelings show and make it....
ALLLLLLLLLLLLLL FOR ONE AND ALL FOR LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Wrapped around his waist, COCK is holding a plastic looking title with a picture of an erect penis with a perverted smile on the front of it. As well, he's wearing a SIN Wrestling-4-evert-shirt and extremely short shorts...]

Cock: RODGERS!!! IT IS I -- COCK.. and tonight.. I ascend to the heavens and introduce to everyone, my ERECTION CHAMPIONSHIP! However, my goal tonight, I must keep it from the hands of an undeserving BASTARD who wants to BASTARDIZE my title and all that I've worked for over the past....

Ace Rodgers: Cock...

COCK: I KNOW, ACE RODGERS! I KNOW!! You're going to be ROOTING for me....this crowd will be ROOTING for me....Corey will be ROOTING for me... because in REALITY... who the hell really wants to see David Dunn as the ERECTION champion?! This guy doesnt have the pizazz and FLASH that is needed to be an ERECTION champion!! Sure, he's an okay-looking stud and probably a nice piece of ass... but how far will that get you in SIN Wrestling?!

Ace Rodgers: Cock, you're not even the.. Erection Champion, that title does not exist! You never won it! It's not even valued as a title in Sin Wrestling!

COCK: Oh....but it is!! IT IS MINE BECAUSE I AM THE ONE, WHO FOR THE PAST WHILE, SPILLED MY BLOOD, CRIED MY TEARS AND SPENT THE GOOD PART OF MY WRESTLING CAREER FIGHTING TO BE A CHAMPION, DAMNIT! THIS BELT IS MINE! And tonight, in front of an audience of stunned little studs, I will prove my supreme homosexuality!

Ace Rodgers: Supreme homosexuality?!

COCK: YES! You see, this match tonight is not no ordinary match... it is an ERECTION TITLE MATCH... but more importantly than all that CRAP... It's a HOMO vs. HOMO MATCH!

Ace Rodgers: Say what?

COCK: YOU HEARD ME RIGHT, ACE OF GRACE! This match is going to be QUEER vs. QUEER! FUDGE AGAINST FUDGE! PACKER to PACKER! DUNN IS GAYYYYY

Ace Rodgers: ...I see.

COCK: Yes way!

Ace Rodgers: Cool.

COCK: Oh yeah...

Ace Rodgers: Did you ever see how much tail that guy gets?

COCK: Have you ever met a chick he closed the deal with?

Ace Rodgers: Hmmm...

COCK: Yes! I can tell you haven't, Rodgers!! NO ONE HAS!!

Ace Rodgers: What about his ex...?

COCK: What about her?! I HEARD SHE WAS A HERMAPHRODITE!! Why do you think Dunn dumped her ass?!? He couldn't let word get out he was a fudge-a-rooni...LIKE ME!!

Ace Rodgers: ...

[Rodgers gets a horrid look on his face. He drops his microphone and takes off down the hallway, fearful for his own sanity. COCK picks up the microphone and is about to speak when a SIN Wrestling referee comes up to him and takes the ERECTION title from around his waist.]

COCK: IT'S MINE, DAMNIT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU SNEAKY LITTLE BASTARD?!

Referee: Easy, Cher!! We have received orders from SIN Management that you can't take an unofficial title to the ring!

COCK: Oh... be careful! It's my baby! I want it back after the match... DAMN YOU, DUNN! DAMN YOU FOR FORCING ME TO LEAVE MY TITLE! I LOVE SIN Wrestling IN WAYS I CANNOT DESCRIBE.....It's my home away from home....damnit....IT IS MY HOME!! Never, ever have I had success in any other organization....when no one else would give Cock a chance....Corey and SIN Wrestling gave Cock a chance....Not many things in this world have true value to me....but SIN Wrestling really does....and I love it.... tonight... on Impulse I CEMENT my claim to GREATNESS in SIN Wrestling by becoming the FIRST EVER ERECTION CHAMPION! Tonight, Cock takes a step up and David Dunn takes a step down... down to my PENIS, that is! That's right, Dunn, you little homogay, you're going to come out of the closet tonight and I'm going to CUM in your ass! Dunn, I want you to open wide and get ready to swallow EVERY SINGLE OUNCE OF HOT, STEAMY, CUM THAT I'M GOING TO PUMP INTO YOUR STOMACH THAT YOU CALL A SPERM BANK! TONIGHT... COCK... TAKES CENTER STAGE! VAMOOOOOSE!!

[The lights go out... COCK is on his way to the ring...]

Singles Match
David Dunn vs. Cock

[As "When Doves Cry" by Prince starts playing throughout the arena, the camera focuses on the entranceway. A few moments pass and suddenly, through the curtains, comes Cock; hoisted high in the air, in a royal chair. The chair is in the shape of a nicely decorated shaped penis, with four strong, muscular men holding the chair and COCK up. Tito suddenly charges past them and to the ring, he slides through one end and right out the other. Dane Slice sticks with Cock and the boys down the entranceway as Dane Slice gives out a few "hey dudes" to the crowd. When they all reach the ring, the four men slowly lower the chair and then quickly jump up on the apron and hold the second rope down for Cock to crawl through. Cock does so, stopping to wave his ass at one of the hunks. He then steps into the ring and raises his arms in the air to a chorus of boos. Cock walks over to the ropes where Tito is near on the outside and he lets Tito suck his cock for awhile before slapping him right across the face and preparing for his match.]

[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.]

[#%*Throw your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me
And speak but don't pretend I won't defend you anymore you see
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for you
My eyes don't need to see that ugly thing, I know it's me you fear
If you want me hold me back*%#]

[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.]

[#%*Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"*%#]

[David points the sledgehammer towards the ring as he starts to make his way towards the ringside area.]

[#%*I don't need a friend, I need to mend so far away
So come sit by the fire and play a while, but you can't stay too long
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for pleasure
I see my heart explode, it's been eroded by the weather here
If you want me hold me back*%#]

[David places the sledgehammer in one of the ring corners and takes off his jacket, laying it on top of the hammer. David then proceeds to slide into the ring...]

[However, just as he enters, Cock springs forward and attacks him, catching him off-guard, kneeing him in the back several times. Continuing to capitalize on this off-guard sneak attack, Cock commences choking David Dunn, even using the bottom rope to choke him out. Despite some humping and groping, David Dunn is able to make it back up to his feet, enabling him to send some elbows to Cock's pudgy gut.]

[After throwing some punches upside Cock's head, David Dunn corners him and pummels him down to the ground, hoping to defeat the man simply known as "Cock". Using his left foot, he hopes to kick him in the face until he is bleeding and/or black and blue. However, this attempt is foiled once Cock catches David's foot and stands to his feet. Seconds later, David Dunn finds himself on his back, looking up at the lights, as Cock clotheslines him down to the mat.]

[Soon after that, Cock flattens David with a series of repeated elbowdrops, which'll surely keep his opponent grounded. After rubbing his genitals in Dunn's face a few times, it's Cock who comes out on top, first hitting him with a crotch-to-face tombstone piledriver and then picking him up, only to drop him back down with the Cock Intervention. Easily, he covers David Dunn, the former Ultraviolence Champion...]

[...1...2...3!]

[And that's all he needs to experience his first Sin Wrestling victory. After the match, Cock rises to his feet, points at his genitals and salutes the crowd, who vomit at his presence. He is then escorted to the back by his cabana boys, who place their hands all over Cock, who obviously enjoys the attention given to him.]

Winner: Cock

[Ace Rodgers is shown walking around the backstage area, holding his microphone, as usual. Turning a corner, he steps into a rather dim area of the corridor, feeling awkward about his presence.]

Ace Rodgers: Well Jesus. Fuck this place.

[Uttering some more swear words, Ace Rodgers finally finds his destination: Aphrodisia Jordan's locker room. Fearful, he knocks on the door, wanting her to open up as soon as possible, wanting to get the hell out of this dreary scene. After no answer on his first knock, he tries again; but before his knuckles strike the door, the figure of Aphrodisia stands before him, pulling the door open.]

Ace Rodgers: H- hello. I'm here to give you an interview. You know... like the good old days!

[Not saying a word, Aphrodisia just stares at him.]

Ace Rodgers: Uhm... well, okay. Anyhow, what everyone is wonder is this... why did you attack Destiny Daniels last week?! Fresh off her Television Title win, she was celebrating inside the ring, when you came down and destroyed her! Why did you do this?!

[He pokes the microphone at her face, but doesn't get a response. Confused, he continues onward.]

Ace Rodgers: Errr... well, okay... next question! You're here by yourself; you've been left by everyone who you have joined with... are you a black widow or something?!

[The microphone is shoved at her face, again.... still no response.]

Ace Rodgers: I see... fine. I'm just sayin'...

[Tapping his foot, Ace thinks to himself.]

Ace Rodgers: Ah-ha! You have a match coming up again Scar and I was wondering how you think you'll do. I mean, he has shown to be pretty close to Destiny Daniels these past few weeks... and... what the hell? Why do you have that blowtorch?!

Aphrodisia: ...

[Looking at Ace, Aphrodisia still does not mutter a sentence. In return, she just scurries on out the door, holding the said device, leaving a confused Ace Rodgers behind.]

Ace Rodgers: Well, if she's leaving, then I'm getting the hell out of here, too.

[Ace walks out after her.]

Singles Match
Scar vs. Aphrodisia

I’m a little insane
I’m a little deranged
I got this take stuck in my heart
Eyes filled up with rage
Haven’t slept in 10 days
But it’s the fuel need and I will rise above

Announcer: Coming to the ring, weighing in at 251 pounds...

Blood in and blood out
And don’t you ever fucking let me down

Announcer: He reigns from Ames, Iowa!

Now you’re back in the game
Can’t keep up the pace
This race was mine from the start
Fuck life in the cage
Break all the chains
The fuel I need and I shall rise above

Announcer: He is Scar!

Blood in and blood out
And don’t you ever fucking let me down

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

Lie for the money
Die for the money
Cry cause you’re all underpaid
Lie for the pussy
And die by the pussy
Cry in a world full of pain
And you that fucking fashion queen
Fuck the fashion
Fuck the city and that dream

[Scar comes out of the fog and makes his to the ring.]

Blood in and blood out
And don’t you ever fucking let me down

[He steps up and into the ring and leans against the ropes.]

[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.]

[Purple and white spotlights begin to flash around the arena in a cacophonic harmony. The beginning riffs of The Game by Disturbed kick up as the synthesizer swells in crescendo.]

Tell me exactly what am I supposed to do?
Now that I have allowed you to beat me!
Do you think that we could play another game?
Maybe I can win this time?
I kind of like the misery you put me through.
Darling, you can trust me completely.
If you even try to look the other way,
I think that I could kill this time.

[Purple fireworks erupt from the stage, setting it a flame with purple fire, tipped with black. The video on the screen begins to play. A deep purple fills the background though a shadowed hour-glass figure stands in the middle of it, legs slightly apart, with one hand resting on the jutted hip while the other lifts a cigarette. The orangey embers burn against the purple backdrop. The cigarette is flicked towards the screen, finally casting light across the pallid face of Aphrodisia. That ever-present smirk is plastered on her lips; her blue eyes glowing devilishly, as the screen fades to black again.]

It doesn't really seem I'm getting through to you.
Though I see you weeping so sweetly.
I think that you might have to take another taste.
A little bit of hell this time.
RAH RAH! LIE TO ME!
Is she not right?
Is she insane?
Will she now run for her life in the battle that ends this day?
Is she not right?!
Is she insane?!
Will she now run for her life now that she LIED TO ME?!

[The flames around the stage die down a little ways as the same figure from the screen appears at the top of the ramp. Another video begins to play, showing exerts from Aphrodisia’s career, focusing in on her highflying manoeuvres and that patented smirk. Aphrodisia moves out from behind the flames finally, dreads pinned at the back of her head, exposing the expanse of her clothes which consist of a black corset, lined and accented around her stomach and breasts with purple. Her legs are covered by a pair of baggy, leather jeans that remain on her waist with the aid of a pyramid belt with a fanged skull belt buckle. Down her arms appears to be criss-crossing nylon that disappears into the tops of her fingerless gloves.]

You always wanted people to remember you.
You leave your little mark on society!
Don't you know your wish is coming true today?
Another victim dies tonight.

[Aphrodisia makes a run for the ring, sliding beneath the bottom rope and coming up in the middle of it. She stands and moves over to her corner, seemingly unfazed by the booing of the crowds. The song begins to fade as Aphrodisia prepares herself for the pain to come.]

[In the center of the ring, Aphrodisia and Scar square off. Aphrodisia calls for a test of strength, which causes Scar to make a weird face, since he is obviously much larger and stronger than her. However, this face soon turns to one of pain, as Aphrodisia catches him with a swift European uppercut. Following this up, Aphrodisia hits a nice dropkick that sends Scar right through the ropes and to the outside.]

[The two continue battling on the outside, where Scar manages to get the advantage after dodging a running knee strike from Aphrodisia, causing her to hammer her knee into the steel ring steps. Scar tosses her back inside.]

[In the ring, Scar continues his assuault, sending Aprhodisia into the corner. Charging in after her, he hits a body avalanche in the corner, causing Aphrodisia to drop down to the mat. With her down, Scar pulls himself up in the corner, soon coming off with a pair of elbows into her spine. He flips her over and goes for a pin.]

[...1...2]

[Aphrodisia manages to kick out, just after the count of two.]

[Later in the match, Aphrodisia once again gains the advantage, reversing a powerbomb attempt into a victory roll, after sliding around on Scar's shoulders.]

[...1...2...]

[Having caught Scar by surprise, Aphrodisia picks up a long two count. Scar pops right back up, despite showing signs of fatigue. Running at Aphrodisia, he swings an arm, but she ducks, coming up behind him with waistlock. He tries to throw an elbow back at her, but she slips underneath it and comes up in front of him. Jumping up on to his shoulders, yet again, this time spiking his head into the mat with a frankensteiner. She then heads up top.]

[And misses a guillotine leg drop off the top rope!]

[The match continues on in Scar's favor, as he uses his size and stength to keep Aphrodisia grounded. He does a damn fine job of it, too, in fact making it seem as if Aphrodisia is history at one point by almost hitting his finisher, "Emptiness," on her. However, she twists out of the inverted face lock and locks in one of her own -- but she doesn't hit a move and instead slashes her nails across his exposed chest, drawing blood. Releasing the inverted face lock, she accompanies the marks on his chest with ones on his face, raking her nails right across his flesh and drawing more blood. She then kicks him in the midsection and pulls him into a standing head scissors, after which she hits a "Femme Fatality." Shortly thereafter, this is followed by "The French Kiss" -- and a pin.]

[...1...2...3...]

[And Aphrodisia picks up the win -- but just barely.]

Winner: Aphrodisia

[The camera follows Aphrodisia through the back hallways of the arena after her brutal match with Scar. She pulls her hair back into a ponytail, and rounds a corner, only to stop dead in her tracks. The camera moves around her, peeking over her shoulder to take in the image of The BombTrax blocking her path.  Press leans against the far wall as Youth rolls his shoulder, and makes his way towards her.   Aphrodisia readies herself for an attack, and is just about to strike herself when Press reaches out and grabs his partner's shoulder from behind.]

Press:  No.  We deserved that attack last week.  Let it go.

[Aphrodisia's eyes went wide in surprise, and then quickly narrowed, not trusting the two newcomers.  Youth smugly took a step back to lean against the wall with Press, and to allow the woman to pass.  She slowly edged her way along the other wall, keeping the men in line of sight the entire way until finally coming around to the opposite side.  She turned then, and continued her walk down the hallway.  Press turned his back on her, and began to say something to Youth right when the sound of metal cracking against skull deafened his speech.]

BAM

[The big man went down to his knees and the silhouette of Aphrodisia Jordan could be seen standing over him, chair in hand.]

[Flaming Youth wasted no time in jumping to action as the woman swung hard to try and strike him in the face.  He ducked the maneuver, however, and when she caught her bearings, found a boot to her midsection, in reply.  He grabbed the chair from her hands, and they played tug of war until he eventually let go, letting her slam back-first into the wall.  He rushed in, and she held the chair up high in front of her in defense, and much to her surprise it came flying back into her face as Youth threw his body feet first into the item.  The chair clanged off the cement floor where she dropped it, and her hand shot up to her skull, feeling the warm, wet liquid as it began to ooze out.  She rushed forward, surprising the young man and speared him into the concrete wall.]

[The two scrapped back and forth, trading right hands viscously until a call down the hallway alluded to security.  Press stood up then, rubbing the back of his head and watching the two smaller forms grappling for position in the throws of death.  He reached down then, grabbing up Aphrodisia by the hair of the head, and slung her backwards into the concrete wall.  She landed hard, the back of her head popping against the cold concrete, and she slid down to a seated position as security came to secure all three of the SIN wrestlers.  Press shook his head as Youth hopped up, and shoved a finger in Aphrodisia's face, in which she promptly went to bite his finger.]

[After several more curse words, they held the Tag Champions in check, while Aphrodisia was drug down the hallway.  Press turned to Youth with a raised eyebrow, and threw his thumb up in the direction they had drug her.]

Press:  Now that's one crazy bitch!

Youth:  Yeah, well... I want her ass next week on Impulse!

[Press merely smirked, and then turned to watch the last remnants of the female before she was drug around the corner.  He shook his head one more time, as the scene cut back to the arena floor.]

Platinum Title
Chris Carson vs. Gabriel Reno

[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.]

[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 (Gabriel Reno), 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?'. As well, he wears the Platinum Championship proudly around his waist.]

[Straight away, Chris Carson and Gabriel Reno began talking trash to one another. "The Creep" just sort of laughs at Gabriel Reno, who seems intent on showing "The Creep" up. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Carson plants his fist deep in Reno's face, sending him stumbling backwards. With the crowd roaring, Gabriel Reno cups his aching chin, and then checks for blood. Meanwhile, "The Creep" only laughs further, which only appears to infuriate Gabriel Reno -- Gabriel soon sets in on Chris Carson with rights and lefts of his own, and the two began to slug it out.]

[Then Gabriel Reno goes down, a la a tornado DDT from...Nikita?]

[Just like everyone else in the arena, Chris Carson is confused at the appearance of Nikita, former Platinum Champion, who also brings a referee along with her. Before he can properly respond to her appearance, however, Chris receives at least three painful blows to his groin from Nikita's knee, before being heaved out of the ring.]

[Back inside the ring, Nikita drills a knee right into Gabriel Reno's forehead, before laying over top of him and forcing the ref she has hauled with her to make the count. Unbeknownst to the referee, she props her feet up on the ropes, gaining unfair leverage over Reno.]

[...1...2...3...]

[Just like that, Nikita is awarded the win -- and the Platinum Championship, once more, it seems. With "Burn" by Nine Inch Nails playing, Nikita makes her exit, visibly happy with her sneaky self and the Platinum Championship, which is held tightly in her arms. Meanwhile, "The Creep" looks on, pretty fucking annoyed with the screwjob that has just gone down.]

Winner: Nikita

[COCK is seen backstage walking around, and staring at random crew members, when a UPS boy walks up to him and asks him a question.]

UPS Boy: Ummm, excuse me, are you COCK?

[COCK looks the boy up and down, and licks his lips in delight.]

COCK: It depends. Who wants to know?

UPS Boy: I have a package here for a Mr. COCK.

[COCK sees the box in his hand, and rips it from the boy's arm. He shreds it to pieces, and opens it up to find a stack of magazines.]

COCK:WHAT IN THE FLYING HAIRY DILDO IS THIS?

[COCK opens the first magazine and looks at it. It has a picture of two bare-breasted women on the front, and it says Lesbian Lust on the cover as well.]

COCK: WHO IN THE BLUE HELL WOULD SEND ME...

[At that moment, out of nowhere, a chair swings into the back of COCK. Held by, none other than Travis Miller, he repeatedly hits COCK with the chair, until he becomes lifeless. Travis said not a word, he just stands there, smiling. He then drops the chair, picks up the box of magazines, and walks into a near-by bathroom.]

[The camera pans the far wall, and then slides across to a more centered view of the room, where Press stands, getting his last bit of gear situated before his big match with Tony Millennia.  Through the door opposite him, Flaming Youth, and Alisha Marcil make their way into the dressing room; a smile displayed across Alisha's face.  Press turns to face them, and he rests his hands on his hips, stealing some of the happiness from her expression.]

Press:  Listen, I don't care if you guys accompany to ringside. But seriously...win or lose, don't get involved.  This match between Millennia needs to be the real deal for it to carry any weight in the locker room, or with the fans.

Alisha Marcil:  Who cares about the fans?

Press:  I DO!

[He folded his arms over his chest, and fixed the woman with an imposing stare until she finally gave up ground, and looked away.  She shrugged her shoulders, and let out a puff.]

Alisha Marcil:  What do I care!  I'm just here for the ride, remember?

[Press nodded, and turned to Youth who gave him a knowing shrug.  He gave a genuine smile, slapping his buddy on the shoulder.]

Flaming Youth: You got nothing to worry about big man, this is money in the bank!

[Press nodded, and both men grabbed for their Tag Championships and made their way for the door.  As soon as they passed through the frames, Alisha Marcil brought her head up high in pride, a viscous smile forming on her face.  She nodded, and continued her wicked grin.]

Alisha Marcil:  Money in the bank!

[She turned and gave chase to the tag champions, the scene fading back to inside of the arena.]

Non-Title Match
Tony Millennia vs. Press

[The lights go dim as "Feel So Numb" by Rob Zombie begins to blare across the arena. Red strobelights begin to flicker all around the arena, and finally settle on the entry way where the silloutte of the massive Press can be seen standing in the curtain. These words can be seen clearly up on the big screen.]

WITH THIS PASS
I CAN GO ANYWHERE I DAMN WELL PLEASE!

[At the chorus of the song he bursts through the curtain, and thrusts his black chair with the words "Press Pass" high up into the air with a grimace spread across his face. He scans the crowd as he stalks down towards the ring, followed by Flaming Youth & Alisha Marcil who walk side by side, confidently. Press reaches the ring and throws his chair in under the bottom rope, hops up on the apron, and enters the ring by swinging his leg up and over the top rope. He knocks his head to the left & right to get out the kinks, and then throws his fists high into the air all the while letting out an animalistic growl. The crowd goes wild as he stalks over to the corner, and nonchalantly leans into it, awaiting for the start of the match.]

[All of a sudden, "Only" by Nine Inch Nails comes alive, nearly calling every single gothic female in the audience to their combat boot-ridden feet. However, long before that can happen, a silver lowrider peeks out from the side of the stage, sending everyone in attendance into confusion.]

[That confusion doesn't last too long.]

[No, before long, the highly recognizable face of Tony Millennia can be seen driving the lowrider, which parks a short distance away from the ramp. Grabbing his World Title from the passenger seat, he opens the driver side door, stepping out to a nice ovation from the fans everywhere.]

[Shorly thereafter, Tony Millennia enters the ring, staring Press down, before handing his World Title belt off to a ring attendant.]

[When the bell rings, the World Champion stares across the ring at his aggressor; the same man who has been attacking him relentlessly for the past few weeks. Hoping to find an opening, he dashes across the ring, hoping to find an opening, only to walk into a big, meaty fist from Press. Fighting back, Tony gets to his feet and slings some lefts and rights at Press; but it's useless, as Press fires back with some punches of his own, finishing them off with some back-elbows that knock Tony into the turnbuckles.]

[The power of Press continues to overshadow Tony's cunning abilities, while Alisha Marcil and Flaming Youth look on from outside of the ring, appreciating what they see. After Tonyclaws at Press' face, however, their expression soon turns gloomy, as the World Champion uses a lowblow to drop Press down onto his knees. From here, Tony is able to hold Press off by kicking him several times, but nevertheless, it isn't enough to completely put him away.]

[Shrugging off some kneelifts from Tony, Press explodes onto his feet, blocks some punches and overhead powerslams Tony. Sending Tony reeling with a big boot to the face, Press stands back, watching as the World Champ can barely stand. Deciding to add more punishment to Tony's already lingering pain, Press applies a front facelock onto Tony, hoists him up into the air via a suplex position and keeps him hoisted up there, showing an impressive amount of strength.]

[With a full burst of speed and energy, Press swings his body around and comes crashing down onto Tony with a suplex into a powerslam. He hooks Tony's right leg, looking for a cover...]

[...1...2...]

[...But he can only find a two-count.]

[Not liking that thought of only a two, Press becomes a little more aggressive, which, incidentally, has also been happening as the match has been progressing. Lifting Tony up, he goes to Irish-whip him into the ropes and upon Tony's return, Press looks to throw him up into the air with a fallaway slam. However, Tony's plans are completely opposite of what he has in store.]

[Avoiding the throw into the air, Tony chocks Press in the throat with a throat-thrust and brings the big man down with a Russian legsweep. He goes to make the cover, but before he can do anything, Press' bulk is already squirming to safety, shrugging off Tony's attack.]

[Startled, Tony can only rise and watch as Press rises, as well. Applying a headlock, it isn't long until Tony's flat on his back again; thanks to a huge atomic-whip from Press, which jolts a feeling of pain up through Tony's spine. Hovering over Tony, the massive Press watches on, oblivious to the form that is making her way out onto the stage, carrying a blowtorch and a cast-iron prod in her hands.]

[Pacing around the stage and ringside area, Aphrodisia Jordan slowly lets loose some of the flames, using it to hold Flaming Youth and Alisha Marcil at bay. In the meantime, this grabs Press' attention, creating a lapse of concentration on his part. After Press drops Tony on his head with a botched powerbomb -- which gets screwed up because of Aphrodisia's presence -- the referee checks on Tony, allowing for Press to commence going face-to-face with Aphrodisia.]

[His idea is foiled, however, once he goes to exit the ring, she strikes Press across the head with the cast iron prod, knocking him out cold in the center of the ring. Not liking this whatsoever, Flaming Youth goes to attack Aphrodisia; but again, he is held back by the flames from the blowtorch.]

[Turning around, the referee realizes the chaos on the floor, forcing him to go over and check things out, taking his attention away from both of the downed men in the center of the ring. Hopping out onto the floor, the referee persuades Aphrodisia to walk calmly to the back... not noticing that Alisha Marcil has entered the ring behind his back and is rolling Press on top of Tony Millennia.]

[When he finally rids of Aphrodisia, who stands at the entrance, smirking, the referee slides back into the ring, seeing Press cover Tony. With no other choice, he begins his count...]

[...1...2...3!]

[Just like that, Press gets the non-title victory over the World Champ; thanks to a flurry of chaotic activity on the floor. Rolling inside of the ring, Alisha congratulates Press, who holds his head, while Flaming Youth looks on, confused.]

[Meanwhile, Aphrodisia stands at the entrance, holding the blowtorch and the prod, which the camera zooms in on even closer. Upon further inspection the text on it reads as follows -- "Aph Owns This". Aphrodisia was obviously trying to brand Press.]

Winner: Press

[Standing in front of a monitor in the backstage area, Stryker Graff looks on with a pleased look, watching Tony Millennia lose to Press. Holding a bottle of water in his hands, he holds it up and takes a swig; snickering to himself.]

Stryker Graff: Heh. That's good to see.

[Gulping the water down, he flicks off the monitor and walks out of the sight of the camera.]

[After his last match, Chris Carson stands in the backstage area, trying to regain his strength and energy. Hunched over, he looks into the camera that is focused on him, about ready to state some words.]

Chris Carson: Nikita, I--...

[Before he say another word, though, a figure appears from behind the SW logo and wraps a rope around Chris Carson's throat, choking him out. When he's ready, the dark, clouded figure knocks Chris Carson onto his back and drags him off...]

Television Title
Destiny Daniels vs. Priest

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

Snake Charmer

all these strangers all around me
they don’t seem to give a fuck

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

i’m writing from the bedroom, i’m ennui and in my cups.
all the kids are kissing in the bathroom, licking bags to get their ups.
i’ve gotten 3 proposals since i left home, and none have left me impressed
it's getting much harder to say no and even harder to say yes

[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.]

you met a naf annihilator, whose treasure was her trap
and when she wrapped her legs around your head, you knew you wouldn’t get it back.
tt’s been 16 days since i left home, 16 days too long
and what she does feels oh so right, so you know it must be wrong.

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

["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.]

[Priest tries to begin the match with a clothesline but Destiny Daniels ducks and brings Priest down with a shoulder toss. Priest quickly scrambles to his feet and Daniels attempts to place him in a headlock for a DDT, but Priest, outweighing Destiny by nearly 200 pounds, merely shoves her away. Priest charges towards her and sets her up for a full nelson slam, bringing her down hard into the mat. Destiny Daniels writhes around on the ground for a moment before Priest yanks her to her feet by her hair only to bring her back down with a swinging neckbreaker. He immediately goes for the pin…]

{..1…2…]

[Destiny Daniels kicks out just before the 3-count. Priest is frustrated by this and takes a minute to yell at the ref. Destiny Daniels takes full advantage of this as she hustles to her feet and sends her heel into the back of his head with a spinning heel kick. Priest turns around to be met with the Scarlet Strike which places him in a short state of disability, allowing Destiny to gain the upper hand. With Priest on his knees seeming not to move, Destiny rushes to the top turnbuckle and goes for the splash, but Priest barely recovers just in time to see this and catches her mid air, slamming her back down into the mat.]

[With Destiny on the mat once again, he begins shouting less than caring words towards Scar. Angered, Scar leaps onto the ring apron and the two get into a scuffle. Nose to nose, the two shout relentlessly at each other giving Destiny Daniels some time to recover. Finally, Priest throws a fist into Scar’s jaw and just because Scar retaliates, the ref gets in between them to break it up.]

[With his back turned, Destiny goes for a dropkick into Priest’s back, which barely fazes him due to the radical difference in size. Destiny waits, puzzled, on her feet as Priest turns around and rakes her eyes with his fingernails. Destiny Daniels stumbles backwards and is taken down with a spear by Priest. While she’s down, Priest places her in a Dragon Sleeper hold and wrenches back. The ref immediately gets down in front of Destiny who refuses to tap out. Eventually, the ref takes her hand and drops it.]

[…1…]

[He does this again.]

[…2…]

[As he goes for the third and final, Destiny fights it and keeps her hand up. Despite Priest’s best efforts, Destiny pushes to her feet where she wriggles enough out of his grasp to elbow him in the ribs over and over until he lets go. Priest dashes towards the ropes and as he comes bouncing off, Destiny greets him with a boot to the gut, stopping him in his tracks. Again, Destiny goes for the Scarlet Strike, which puts Priest out of service again. She takes the moment to apply the CottonMouth, her variation of the crossface. Priest tries his best to fight it and move towards the ropes but he can’t make it. Priest taps out desperately and the ref calls for the bell, though, Destiny refuses to let go into the ref pries her away and hands her the television title that she retained.]

Winner: Destiny Daniels

[Eating a donut, Corey Page stands outside of his door, about ready to enter his office, until he has someone tap on his right shoulder. Turning around, he glares at the person... with a little bit of jelly on his chin.]

Corey Page: Hi!

[There stands Sean Graves/Stryker Graff, with a smile on his face.]

Stryker Graff: Do you have it signed?

Corey Page: Huh? Do I have what signed?

Stryker Graff: The contract for the match.

Corey Page: [speaking, while spitting out random flakes of donut] Oh, you mean for the World Title match?!

[Stryker wipes the remnant of spit and donut off his face, while shaking his head in disgust.]

Stryker Graff: Yes.

Corey Page: Oh, then yes. I have it right here.

[Reaching into his right pocket, Corey Page pulls out a sheet of paper and hands it over to Stryker Graff.]

Corey Page: No rules, no count-outs, no... something! It'll be you... versus Tony Millennia, for the World Title, at Assholes & Legends!

Stryker Graff: Heh. That's what I like to hear.

Corey Page: Me too, me too.

[As Stryker Graff turns to walk away, Corey Page heads off into his office.]

Corey Page: Good old Asshole & Legends. Dum dee dum...

[Shutting the door behind himself, he tip-toes over to his desk, walking past a sleeping Betsy the Goat, in the process. Sitting down at his desk, leaning back in his chair, he picks up a piece of paper and scans it, not seeing it there before.]

Corey Page: Hmmm... what's this?

[His eyes buldge and his jaw drops. Slowly, he folds the note up and hides it away... fade out.]

Singles Match
Nikita vs. Stryker Graff

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

This thing inside of me it screams the loudest sound.
Sometimes I think I could...

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

I'm gonna burn this whole world down !

[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.]

[The lights go out and the intro to "Krawling" by Linkin Park begins to play. As the first verse begins, a single spotlight shines down on the stage, revealing the figure of Sean Stryker. Graff 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, Stryker climbs up a turnbuckle and the arena lights flash back on as he raises his hands up to a negative response.]

[Doing the very Nikita thing to do, she clobbers Stryker Graff from behind with the Platinum Championship that she has freshly won back. The ref doesn't like this very much and shouts at Nikita, but there's not too much he can do about it now, except yank the title belt away from her. Not long after, the bell is sounded, while Nikita continues beating down on a dizzy Stryker Graff in the corner.]

[Nikita keeps control of the match for awhile, flinging Stryker Graff from one corner of the ring to the other. When she follows in after she, she successfully lands a splash on him, causing him to fall flat on his face out of the corner. Stretching his arm out at the side of him, Nikita then begins laying knee after knee into his arm, obviously trying to soften it up for her cross arm breaker.]

[Continuing to work over Stryker Graff's arm, she leads him outside at one point. Knocking the top set of steel steps off of the lower portion, she drapes his arm across the steel. Next, she grabs the fallen set of stairs, lifting them over her head and preparing to smash Stryker's arm with them. However, Graff suddenly jolts to life, burying his fist in Nikita's abdomen and causing her to fall backwards -- with the steel steps falling on top of her with a deafening crash.]

[Later on, back inside the ring, Stryker Graff goes on beating down on Nikita, lifting her up so that he can lay her back down with a sitout powerbomb. After this, he tries for a cover.]

[...1...2...]

[However, Nikita isn't ready to go down, lifting her shoulder up off the mat before the count of three. This doesn't entirely discourage Stryker Graff, though, who lifts her up again, this time holding her up in the air for what looks like a vertical suplex, but which turns out to be a sickening brainbuster. He once more covers her.]

[...1...]

[The count gets nowhere, since the ref is suddenly torn from the ring by none other than Tony Millennia. This obviously infuriates Stryker Graff, who heads over to the ropes to scream down at the World Champion. Although, little does Stryke know, but Millennia has managed to slide a pair of brass knuckles in to Nikita while pulling the ref out. Nikita quietly takes the pair of knucks and slips them on to her hand, before sneaking up behind Stryker Graff.]

[And Stryker Graff goes down, thanks to a pair of brass knuckles being smashed into the back of his neck. Ouch.]

[Conveniently, Tony Millennia directs the ref back to the ring as soon as Nikita locks in "The End." With Graff completely out of it, the ref has no choice but to call for the bell -- and award Nikita the win.]

[As "Burn" by Nine Inch Nails plays, Nikita celebrates her victory. However, her attention is soon stolen by the entrance of Tony Millennia to the ring. From his pocket, Tony removes a pair of handcuffs, which he uses to handcuff Stryker Graff to the top rope.]

[And then he just beats the living fuck out of Stryker with the chair, mercilessly striking him again and again and again. The fans, who don't care too much for Graff, don't even know how to react to this terrible beating, just staring on as the painful thuds continue, right up to the show going off the air.]

Winner: Nikita

[Before the cameras cut out, we are taken to an undisclosed location.]

Voice: We destroyed them all. We dominated it. We weren’t supposed to fall.

[As the camera adjusts to the light, it closes into the unconscious face of someone very familiar is shown.]

Voice: You destroyed us. You took away what little chance at sanctity that conglomerate had. It was all you, Chris.

[Indeed, the face of the unconscious man is Chris Carson. The camera zooms out to show Carson in something of a crucified position, with steel chains holding him up. Carson’s head is trapped inside a chair, impairing his breathing only slightly.]

Voice: You like retiring those you’re completely jealous of.

[A dark figure emerges from behind the camera and reaches up to slap the face of Chris “The Creep” Carson, which forces the legend to snap out of his unconscious state and into one of sheer confused panic. The Creep sees his attacker and his eyes slowly begin to widen in terror. However, this expression only lasts for a second. Using all of his mental strength, Carson contorts his face to feign a look of unwavering resolve.]

Chris Carson: You…

[Carson doesn’t get a chance to finish. His kidnapper forces the chair completely against his throat, as the look of panic returns to Chris Carson’s face.]

Dark Figure: There we go, Chris. That seems a lot more like you truly are. Alone, afraid, utterly powerless to do anything about the situation you’re in. I guess it’s kind of funny when you look at it from my perspective… but then again, I’m not the sanest individual.

[A few more seconds of pressure force Carson back into deep unconsciousness. The dark figure chuckles slightly, allows the chair to drop out of his hands, and turns to the camera.]

Dark Figure: Stay tuned...

[With that he turns back to Chris Carson and throws a black cloth over his head, clearly marked with the number 1. Then the camera feed cuts.]