Corey Page: You make sure that he says nothing.

Xander Gates: Eh, you have nothing to worry about. Just as long as you keep supplying you-know-what, then I'm good-to-go.

Corey Page: Good.

Corey waves a hundred dollar bill in Xander's direction.

Xander Gates: Now that's what I'm talking about.

Accepting the monetary value, Xander walks off, leaving Corey snickering devilishly to himself.

Mike Phantasy: Ahh.. it feels so nice to have cameras follow my every move. This way, if anyone tries the same stunt that happened at Back To School, I'll catch them on camera. ...Even though the camera didn't catch the person at the last event, but still.

He rubs some soap on his hands, cleaning them thoroughly. Just then, a toilet flushes behind him. With a paranoid tick, he springs into action and ducks to safety, hiding near the toilet stall door, hoping to get the upperhand on the person he thinks is going to attack him. The stall door opens up.

Mike Phantasy: I got you, motherfu--.. What the hell? It's you.

Out steps Johnny Legend, who is cleansing his hands.

Johnny Legend: Hey, whoa, wait. What's up?

Mike Phantasy: What are you doing here? You didn't attack me at Back to School, did you?! We're former Tag Team Champions, that wouldn't be a nice thing to do.

Johnny Legend: Uhm, no. I've got a match.

Mike Phantasy: You do?

Johnny Legend: Yes.

Mike Phantasy: I didn't think you were in SW anymore.

Johnny Legend: Hell if I know.

Johnny looks at his watch.

Johnny Legend: Oh snap; I've got to get to the ring.

Mike Phantasy: ...Oh. Well, bye!

Johnny Legend: See-ya. Oh, say hello to Dontam for me, too.

Mike Phantasy: Will do.

Johnny Legend exits the bathroom, leaving Mike Phantasy inside, trying to make himself look unfazed. It fails.

Mike Phantasy: See, I knew I had nothing to worry about.

Mike taps his title and the camera fades out, showing him exiting the bathroom, as well.

singles match

The verse begins as Snoop Jackson confidently emerges from behind the curtain, with "Say Hey There" by Atmosphere playing in the background, slowly making his way toward the ring, to the loud cheers of "Snoop" echoing from the crowd. He jumps onto the ring apron and raises his arms, signalling the crowd to get louder. Snoop enters into the ring and the crowd rises to its feet, as he climbs the nearest corner and shouts to the crowd...

Snoop Jackson: What's my name?!

The crowd quickly replies.

Crowd: SNOOP!

Snoop then dismounts the turnbuckle, takes the cross from around his neck, and places it squarely in the referee's hand. He goes to his corner and begins to warm up, waiting for the match to start.

Lex Robinson: Welcome to Revelations, folks! We have a solid night for you all. We're even starting out by introducing a newcomer, Snoop Jackson.

Steve Hebert: What a name!

Lex Robinson: Anyhow, we've got to get right to the action...

Suddenly, a few gold color fireworks erupt on top of the ramp, shooting straight up. The mist fills the air, as 'You Savior, Your God' appears on the big screen above the ramp. 'River Below' by Billy Talent quickly blasts, as Johnny Legend appears from the backstage and makes his way to the top of the ramp that leads to the ring. Legend, who is wearing a flashy pair of tights, along with black kneepads that connect to his black boots… Just stands there, with his hands rested on his thighs.

A smirk comes across Legend's face, as he begins to stroll down the ramp, rubbing his short goatee for a second. The fans attempt to grab Legend, or beg for a high five or clap from him, however, Legend does not even pay attention them. Legend just makes his way to the ringside, and slides in. While in the ring, fireworks burst down upon the ring, fading away without touching the very ring. While this is happening, Legend flexes, and shows off his beautiful body, with a smirk still upon his face... Legend than fixes his black wristbands and his right elbow pad, and awaits the bell.

Lex Robinson: This should be a pretty exciting match to start the night off with, folks.

Steve Hebert: The most exciting part is going to be when it ends.

The bell sounds and Snoop wastes no time charging in at Johnny Legend.

Lex Robinson: Snoop takes charge early landing a few solid kicks to the mid section of Legend. He follows it up with a big irish whip, looking to land a strong lariet but Legend ducks under it and is able to stop himself and counter with a short arm lariet of his own!

Steve Hebert: Meh, he had nothing behind it.

Lex Robinson: Snoop gets back to his feet rather quickly and the two lock up. Snoop has a siginificant size advantage on Johnny Legend, I can't see him getting the better of this one.

Snoop breaks the lock up with a big knee to the mid section of Legend and then drops a hammer fist to the small of his back, sending Legend to the mat. Snoop takes a few steps back and bounces himself off the ropes and coming down on the back of Legend.

Lex Robinson: Snoop is working the back of Johnny Legend pretty good, which could end up being a factor in this one.

Steve Hebert: You think? Let me throat punch you, and see how well you do commentary.

Lex Robinson: I'm just doing my job, pal.

Steve Hebert: If stating the obvious is your job, you deserve a raise.

Back in the ring, Snoop has brought Legend back to his feet, which Legend took advantage of and nailed a cheap shot to the groin of Snoop, which sent him to his knees.

Lex Robinson: That lowblow may have givin Johnny Legend the upper hand that he needs to get this match back in his control. Snoop is in pain on his knees, and Johnny finds it in himself to land a text book standing drop kick to Snoop's head! It looks like it took more out of Johnny then it did Snoop. Both men are down!

Steve Hebert: God, I hope they both stay down and the ref counts them out.

1..

2....

3.....

4.......

Lex Robinson: Snoop is begining to move, he's using the ropes to help him back to his feet. Johnny is moving around a bit on the mat aswell. Snoop makes it to his feet first, just as Johnny is beginning to rise!

Snoop uses Johnny in his hunched over state to land a solid DDT, driving Johnny's head straight into the mat, sprawling him out on the canvas.

Lex Robinson: What a DDT by Snoop! This could be it!

Snoop climbs on top of Johnny and hooks his leg, the reg begins the count. ...1...2...

Lex Robinson: Somehow Johnny Legend got his shoulder up! Snoop can't believe it!

Steve Hebert: Why won't it end?!

Lex Robinson: Snoop mounts Johnny Legend and he....

Steve Hebert: Holy gay...

Lex Robinson: Right.... Snoop is just pummeling Legend in the face with a flurry of big left and right hands, and he sprawls across him going for another pin fall!

Steve Hebert: For a minute there, I thought you said "furry". God, I hate furries.

...1...2....

Kickout!

Lex Robinson: Johnny still has some fight left in him! This one isn't over yet! Snoop can't believe that Johnny kicked out!

Snoop takes a few steps around the ring, letting Johnny get back to his feet before locking him up then tossing him against the ropes.

Lex Robinson: Snoop is still in control of this match and he lands a devastating powerslam on Johnny, who looks like he's out!

Steve Hebert: God, I hope so.

Lex Robinson: It doesn't look like Snoop is done with him yet, he wants to make sure that Johnny Legend won't be kicking out again.

Snoop grabs Johnny Legend by the hair and brings him to his feet one more time, and starts laying down some nasty jans to his chin. He's pushing him back into a corner.

Lex Robinson: Snoop is showing off his boxing skills here, he's hitting Johnny with everything he's got.

Snoop pulls back for one last hard shot which knocks Johnny Legend back into the corner a bit dazed. Snoop points at Johnny Legend signalling that he's had enough.

Lex Robinson: What's this? Snoop is propping Johnny Legend up on the top turnbuckle! He's setting him up for the Gift From God!

Snoop lifts Johnny up in the Gift From God and holds them there for a moment, showing his sheer power advantage over him and then slams him down as hard as he can, and rolls on top of the cover. ...1...2...3!

Lex Robinson: Snoop has done it! He's won his debut match here at Sin Wrestling!

Steve Hebert: Yeah, great, can we get on with this?

lust title -- parking lot brawl

Steve Hebert: Whoa. It's the Cockmobile, Lex.

Lex Robinson: I see it.

Unlike other cars, which would normally come to a stop in the parking lot, the Cockmobile keeps going, running at full speed, until it crashed into the arena wall.

BOOM!

Steve Hebert: Holy shit! The Cockmobile has just crashed!

Lex Robinson: [yawns] Well, this is tragic.

Steve Hebert: Don't be so calm! This could be something bad!

Lex Robinson: Who knows.

Smoke plumes from the urethra of the Cockmobile, which has now wrecked against the side of the building. Suddenly, the driver's side door opens and Travis Miller steps out, holding his head, coughing his way through the smoke, while pushing his way out of the condom-like airbag.

Lex Robinson: It's Travis Miller! He's the one driving the "Cockmobile".

Steve Hebert: Man, his wife, Cock, is going to be pissed about him crashing it.

Lex Robinson: Ugh, Miller was knocked unconscious. There's no way that it's a legal marriage.

Steve Hebert: Sure it was. I heard him say, "I do," didn't you?

Lex Robinson: Oh Jesus, come off it.

Steve Hebert: He's slamming the driver's side door and is walking around to the back of the smashed vehicle. Hey, look, the trunk is open...

Lex Robinson: ...And laying inside... is Cock!

Steve Hebert: Wow, they have a wonderful method of transportation, this married couple.

Lex Robinson: For some reason, I don't think transportation is the number one thing on Miller's mind.

Steve Hebert: Yeah, it's probably Cock's big, juicy...

Lex Robinson: Stop! My God, stop! You're frightening the children at home watching this.

Steve Hebert: People actually watch this shit?

Hovering around the trunk, Miller starts unleashing a plentiful amount of fists onto Cock, talking smack to him, in the process.

Travis Miller: You like that, you weird bastard. Huh?

He picks up a nearby pilon and heaves it at Cock, who is laid out in the trunk. Miller takes Cock's right arm, hangs it over the edge of the vehicle and proceeds to slam the trunk down on it.

Travis Miller: Take that, you fucking weirdo.

Lex Robinson: Good God! I think Travis Miller just broke Cock's arm!

Steve Hebert: How is Cock going to make love to him at night, now?!

Lex Robinson: Horrifying imagery.

Steve Hebert: It's true. Hell, Miller slams the trunk down onto that arm, again. This is just not right.

Lex Robinson: Miller's obviously angered at what Cock has done to him these past few months.

Steve Hebert: Why is he so pissed? It takes some people years to find love and get married. For Miller, it took just meeting Cock, who took an immediate fascination with him. Does it disgust me? Sure, but I'll live.

Lex Robinson: Right.

Continuing the beating, Miller is unaware of the presence of Flame, who is walking up behind him. Tapping Miller on the shoulder, Flame forces Miller to turn around, only to see Flame light up a fireball and throw it at Miller.

Steve Hebert: FLAMEY! He's shooting fire out of his cock, again!

Lex Robinson: Not quite, but he did throw a fireball at Travis Miller. This is for the Lust Title, which means anything goes.

Steve Hebert: Even shooting fire out of your penis.

Lex Robinson: Ehh... luckily for Miller, he's able to duck to safety, just in the nick of time. Sadly for Cock, he is doused in the fireball, with the trunk of his car being able to protect him mildly.

Steve Hebert: That's one scorched cock. See, kids, you should always wear protection.

With the "Cockmobile" up in flames, Miller attacks Flame, knocking him off-balance, striking him with some punches to the side of his head. He grabs Flame's hair and tosses him face-first into a nearby car door, where he commences kicking and stomping at him.

Steve Hebert: Wasn't there supposed to be someone else involved in this match?

Lex Robinson: Yup, Vincent Kane.

As Lex speaks, Vincent Kane arrives on the scene, wielding a fire-extinguisher.

Vincent Kane: You started the party without me?!

Overhearing Vincent Kane, Miller turns around, witnessing him extinguishing the flames that surround the car. Deciding to charge forward, Miller looks to unleash some punishment onto him.

Lex Robinson: There he is! Vincent Kane has arrived.

Steve Hebert: I can see that now. Unfortunately, though, Travis Miller decides to spoil his fun.

Lex Robinson: Don't speak so soon. As Miller runs at him, Vincent Kane catches a glimpse of him and whacks him with the extinguisher, knocking him on his back. Dropping the extinguisher, Vincent Kane hoists Miller up and quickly bodyslams him back down onto the cement.

Steve Hebert: Son of a bitch. Like you said, that parking lot ground is made out of pure cement.

Lex Robinson: Can you imagine being dropped back-first on it?

Steve Hebert: I wouldn't want to.

Lex Robinson: My point exactly.

Vincent Kane lifts Miller back up, tosses him back-first into the nearby car, splattering him up against Flame, who is now up on his knees and attacking Vincent Kane.

Lex Robinson: Flame comes back into the mix, wanting to walk away with that Lust Title.

Steve Hebert: As usual, Flame is... well... Flamin'.

Waistlocking Vincent Kane, Flame furiously backs him up against the side of the building, throwing several punches into his midsection. Being a rough, steady fighter, though, Vincent Kane strikes back, hitting Flame with a vicious forearm, grabbing him by the head of his hair and then bashing his skull off the side of the building.

Lex Robinson: Vincent Kane smashes Flame's head off the arena wall not once, not twice, but three times.

Steve Hebert: It'd better knock some sense into him, Lex. Who really believes that Flame is some sort of God... or whatever the hell he spurts week-in-and-week-out. I sure as hell don't believe the guy.

Lex Robinson: You better be careful or he'll set you on fire.

Steve Hebert: Screw that. I can shoot flames out of my asshole.

Lex Robinson: Do it.

Steve Hebert: I'll do it after the show.

Vincent Kane, who is normally a submission expert, shows quite good striking and streetfighting abilities, as he whips Flame towards a red sports car, which Flame adverts by jumping up onto the bonnet. Spinning around, he dives off onto Vincent Kane, catching him with a crossbody off the car.

Steve Hebert: What the Jesus...

Lex Robinson: Flame stops that Irish-whip by leaping up onto the bonnet. When the time was right, he dives through the air, attacking Vincent Kane. After some punches to Kane's skull, he tries for a quick cover...

...1...2...

Lex Robinson: But only gets a two-count because Travis Miller comes back into the scene, holding a roadblock sign and throwing it across Flame's back, thus breaking the count.

Steve Hebert: Damn roadblocks... always getting in the way.

Lex Robinson: Happy to have broken the count, Miller lifts the roadblock sign up again and drops it back down across Flame's upper-back region. From here, Miller takes a handful of Flame's hair, lifts him up and knees him in the gut, setting him up for something else -- that something being a back suplex onto the car bonnet.

Steve Hebert: Eh, I've seen better. It's only a back suplex.

In the meantime, Vincent Kane rises to his feet, sneaks up behind Miller and applies a full-nelson. Turning around, Vincent soon sends Travis Miller flying onto the bonnet of the car with a release full-nelson suplex.

Lex Robinson: How about that?! Have you seen something better than that?!

Steve Hebert: Well... you see...

Lex Robinson: Vincent Kane climbs up onto the bonnet of the car, where both of his opponents lay. He delivers a kick to each man and lifts them both up. Bending them both over, he hooks onto both of their neck and "Snap-DDT"s them down onto the front window, sending their skulls through the glass, which sprinkles to the seat inside!

Steve Hebert: They could have a broken neck...! And considering it's Flame and Miller, that's a good thing! A damn good thing!

Rolling Miller over, Vincent Kane covers him, demanding the referee make the count, while they are on the car.

Lex Robinson: The referee is counting...

1...2...

Steve Hebert: No! Son of a bitch! That moron kicks out! Play dead, asshole!

Lex Robinson: Like I said earlier, these men want to walk away with that Lust Title. They want to be the first person to wear that gold since Danny Boy Vegas was forced to vacate it.

Steve Hebert: Seeing as how things are currently going, Vincent Kane is likely walk out with it. You know, considering he has his two opponents knocked silly.

Lex Robinson: Maybe so; but you can never know what'll happen. Especially in a match like this.

Grabbing some glass shards, Vincent Kane jabs it into Travis Miller's bald head, splitting him open. A tiny trickle of blood flows backward over Miller's head, as he tries to realize what's going on. Again, Vincent lifts Miller up, but is unaware of Flame, who has only now plucked himself out of the window.

Lex Robinson: While Vincent Kane locks in a front facelock submission on Miller from a standing position, trying to drain Miller of his blood, Flame decides to clip Kane's left leg out from under him, sending Miller onto his back. Unfortunately, this also means Miller gets DDTed onto the car bonnet.

Steve Hebert: Hah. Go figure. As a result, Miller slides squeamishly off the bonnet and lands back on the cement ground, where he holds his head, in a puddle of his own blood.

Lex Robinson: Boy, that hood is dented all to hell. Whoever owns that car is pissed.

Steve Hebert: Haha, seriously.

Yanking Vincent Kane up to his feet, Flame headbutts his opponent, hooks onto his right arm and hip-tosses him onto the top of the car, creating a huge thud-like sound.

Lex Robinson: Flame literally flings Vincent Kane with one arm. Not too bad. He even follows him up onto the car, walking past the crushed glass from the front window.

Steve Hebert: Good Flamey is even kicking him. I like this spark from him. It's about time he actually did something.

Lex Robinson: Well, he was the SW owner at one point. Shouldn't that count as doing something?

Steve Hebert: Good lord no. Don't even remind me of that.

Lex Robinson: Pffft. He lifts Vincent Kane up and threatens to suplex him off the top of the car, but Vincent halts that. Sending some punches to Flame's ribcage, Vincent goes for a suplex of his own -- a fisherman's suplex into a brainbuster, to be more exact. There it is! Flame is dropped on his head on the top of that car!

Steve Hebert: Again?!

Lex Robinson: Vincent rolls over and goes for the cover...

...1...2...

Steve Hebert: Christ; Flame kicks out again. I'm not liking this, Lex. Invisioning Flame holding any sort of SW title just scares the shit out of me.

Lex Robinson: Having been just dropped on his head, I'm afraid Flame may not be that close to a SW title run, after all. Of course, he did kick out, so who knows...

Amazed at Flame's ability to kick out, Vincent Kane sits up, shakes his head and kicks Travis Miller, who had gotten to his feet, away. Now with Miller fresh out of the scene, Vincent Kane can focus only on Flame, giving him some MMA-style elbows to the back of Flame's head.

Lex Robinson: Each elbow shot connects harshly with the back of Flame's skull, jamming his face into the top of the car.

Steve Hebert: The car has a broken front window, a damaged hood and a dented trunk. Not to forget it also has Travis Miller's blood on it. It looks like it's been in a goddamn wreck.

Lex Robinson: Seriously. Flame's own face bouncing off it like a rubber ball certainly doesn't help its case, either.

Flame is lifted up, followed by Vincent Kane, who strikes his dazed opponent with a stiff forearm shot, nearly knocking him off the buckled roof of the car.

Lex Robinson: Vincent latches onto Flame, waistlocking him, hoping to release German suplex him off the roof and onto the hood, but Flame realizes his predicament and fires back with an elbow to Vincent Kane's face, freeing himself.

Steve Hebert: Son of a bitch! That would have been awesome.

Lex Robinson: Turning around, Flame waistlocks Vincent Kane, turning things around. He hoists Kane into the air and leaps off the roof, aiming at another car that is parallel to the one they are standing on. ...That's my car.

Steve Hebert: Hahahaha, this match just got 10 times funnier.

Lex Robinson: No, Flame, don't do it! Oh shit; oh Jesus!

Steve Hebert: Do it! Do it! There they go! Flame flies through the air, spinebustering Vincent Kane onto the hood of Lex Robinson's car!

Lex Robinson: No!

Steve Hebert: Yes! It happened. Bwahahaha. Awesome.

Lex Robinson: Uh...

Steve Hebert: Wait... Vincent Kane still has a hold of Flame, though, despite being hit with that spinebuster! He's locking in a guillotine choke on flame, whose previous move has backfired. Goddamn, this just gets better and better.

Lacking oxygen, Flame is forced to tap out, giving Vincent Kane the victory, via submission.

Steve Hebert: He taps! Vincent Kane has done it, even though he just crashed onto Lex Robinson's car, with Flame landing on top of him. He was able to keep hold of Flame and choke him out. I give it 3 stars out of 5.

Lex Robinson: God, my insurance is going to skyrocket.

Shrugging off the pain, Vincent rolls Flame off him and slides off Lex's car. Right away, someone off camera hands him the Lust Title, which he promptly takes and holds it in victory. Grimacing at the match he just went through, he walks past the "Cockmobile" that now has Cock climbing out of it, his clothes singed and his body smoking from being set on fire.

Cock: [stunned] Where... oh... where is my hubby?!

Disgusted, Vincent Kane grabs his title and slams it against Cock's skull and walks back into the arena, leaving everyone down and out.

no disqualification

but underneath we're not so tough

Lex Robinson: Tony Millennia is here, ready for his No-DQ match against Xander Gates.

Steve Hebert: And Xander is going to kill him, stopping him from releasing whatever information Corey Page doesn't want to get out.

"Death March" by Black Label Society strikes the speakers, thus bringing out Xander Gates, who is dressed in a black priest's robe. Standing atop the entrance, he basks in the hatred of the fans, who continue to jeer him as he makes his way towards the ringside area. Once he rolls in, he walks into a corner to keep picking on the fans, waiting for his match to commence.

Xander walks out of the corner only to immediately recieve a clothesline from Tony Millennia. Gates rushes to his feet only to end up back on the mat from another clothesline. Millennia takes a few steps back as Xander rises to his feet again. Xander charges towards Millennia but gets caught in a spinebuster.

Lex Robinson: Millennia starts off with the early advantage.

While Xander is laid out on the mat, Tony slips out of the ring and grabs a steel chair. After sliding back in, Millennia waits with the chair in hand for Xander to get back up. Seconds later, he gets to his feet but is able to kick Millennia in the gut, stopping his attack. With another kick, Millennia buckles over, allowing Xander to take the chair right from his hands and nail him in the head.

Steve Hebert: How is he still standing?

With another chair shot, Tony finally falls.

Lex Robinson: Xander goes for the pin!

Steve Hebert: But he only gets the two count. Tony Millennia manages to get his foot up on the ropes.

Lex Robinson: Xander Gates pulls Millennia up to his feet and sets him up for a belly to belly suplex.

Steve Hebert: Tony's back down on the mat.

Xander Gates pulls Tony back up to his feet and attempts to set him up for a DDT, but Millennia manages to throw fist after fist into Gates' gut.

Lex Robinson: The tables turn as Tony Millennia sets Xander up for the Ballistic DDT.

Steve Hebert: Right onto the chair! Oh snap!

Lex Robinson: Indeed, Steve.

With Xander down on the mat, Tony Millennia slips out of the ring once more and throws a piece of the steps into the ring. Upon re-entering the ring, Tony grabs the steps and slams them down onto Xander's chest. Millennia then props the steps up in the corner.

Lex Robinson: Millennia pulls Xander to his feet and quickly Irish Whip's him into the steel steps!

Xander slumps into the corner only to recieve relentless boots to the chest and face. When Millennia's finished, Xander slowly pulls himself up with the aid of the ropes and stumbles right into Tony Millennia's assault and is set up for a powerbomb.

Steve Hebert: Oh, a hard powerbomb by Tony.

Lex Robinson: Millennia goes for the pin!

...1...2...

Steve Hebert: Xander kicks out, just barely.

As Millennia mouths off to the ref, Xander is given time to get to his feet. Tony turns around to find himself in the clutches of a backcracker. Xander pulls him back up for yet another backcracker.

Lex Robinson: Xander's trying to work on Tony's back. You can't do many lifting manuvers with a bad back!

Millennia stumbles to his feet, back to Xander, who has the chair back in his hands. Xander rams the edge of the chair into Tony's lower back, causing Tony to drop to one knee. Tony quickly forces himself to both feet again, only to recieve a punch to the throat. As Tony chokes, Xander goes for a punch to Millennia's head, but it's blocked. Tony attempts to pull Xander into a fireman's carry, but Tony's back is shakey and Xander easily squirms out of it.

Lex Robinson: Tony Millennia's endured much more than this, but he's looking pretty tired tonight.

Xander lands on his feet and goes for the chair once more, slamming it over the back of Tony's head. Gates throws the chair onto the mat and goes to pull Tony back up.

Steve Hebert: Xander's setting Millennia up...

Lex Robinson: X Marks the Spot right onto the steel chair! Oh gawd!

Steve Hebert: Goddamn!

Lex Robinson: Xander goes for the pin!

...1...2...3!

Lex Robinson: Xander wins...but...what's he doing?

Steve Hebert: It looks like he...has handcuffs?

Lex Robinson: He's trying to handcuff Tony Millennia to the top rope!

Steve Hebert: Kinky.

Xander Gates struggles to handcuff Tony Millennia but Millennia has a bit of energy left. He kicks Xander in the gut before ripping the handcuffs out of his hands. Millennia wraps the handcuffs around his knuckles and punches Xander repeatedly in the head until he begins to bleed and stumbles into the corner.

Lex Robinson: Millennia's handcuffing Xander to the top rope!

Steve Hebert: Don't fuck with Tony F'n Millennia!

Steve Hebert: Where the hell is he going, now?! Hasn't he done enough?!

Lex Robinson: I guess not!

Steve Hebert: He's grabbing the microphone and is rolling into the ring with it.

Lex Robinson: Tony has said that this will be the week that all finally find out what was in that folder. Hell, I've been wondering for weeks. He said last week that Corey isn't who we think he is... what does that even mean?!

Steve Hebert: Maybe he's a Transformer.

Lex Robinson: I'm serious!

Steve Hebert: Hey, I am, too.

Rolling inside, Tony clutches the microphone, walks over to Xander and makes sure to keep him out of his business; striking him with the butt of the speaking device.

Steve Hebert: Ugh.

After some stalling, Tony stands in the center of the ring, standing next to the bloodied chair that was sued to split Xander open, holding the microphone up to his mouth. Looking down, he notices the chair, picks it up, points at it and begins speaking.

Tony Millennia: This... this is the result of "Corey Page"'s reign.

Again, the quotes are made by Tony when he says "Corey Page".

Steve Hebert: What the hell is wrong with him and his quoting? That's soooo 1997.

Lex Robinson: Uh... anyhow...

Steve Hebert: I mean, come on, if he has something to say, just come out and say it. Corey Page is either gay.. or he's not.

Lex Robinson: ... I really doubt that is the announcement.

Steve Hebert: ...Oh. Really? Well, shit.

Tony Millennia: As I said at "Back To School", the Corey Page you have all come to know, is not the Corey Page you really know.

Steve Hebert: Zuh? Does that even make sense?

Tony Millennia: In February, Corey Page was shot three-times. He was taken to a top-secret hospital, where absolutely no one could come into contact with him. About 6 months later, though, he came back. He came back; and he was much different. His words were different, his actions were different; hell, even his appearance was different.

He pauses for a moment.

Tony Millennia: But maybe he wasn't so different, after all. The Corey Page that has resurfaced is...

"I Hope You Die" by The Bloodhound Gang hits and out comes Corey Page, who is charging towards the ring, wanting to stop Tony from continuing; just like at Back to School.

Lex Robinson: Oh Christ...

Steve Hebert: Man, Page is pissed. He's gon'a need some whore-lovin' tonight.

Lex Robinson: He's carrying a microphone, too, if you didn't notice. He's got something to say.

Steve Hebert: Eh, he better be careful. Tony Millennia has gone friggin' insane. Look at all these paranoid conspiracies he's babbling about -- has he been into the meth again? Let's face it, Corey Page is Corey Page. The same old douchebag, as always.

Lex Robinson: I dunno...

Steve Hebert: I know that Corey better be careful of the fact that Tony is wiedling that bloodstained chair. Speaking of which, poor Xander; he's still laid out there, handcuffed to the ropes.

Lex Robinson: Serves that sellout right.

Corey rolls inside, getting right into Tony Millennia's face.

Corey Page: What the hell is wrong with you?!

Tony Millennia: Your money isn't gonna do you any good, now.

Corey Page: It's me! I'm Corey Page. Look at me. I say "Whooo" and "Go Betsy go!" I have no idea what you're talking about.

Tony smirks.

Tony Millennia: Oh, but I do... Chris Extreme.

Lex Robinson: What the...?!

Steve Hebert: See, Tony is nuts!

"Corey Page" stands back, shocked at what Tony accuses him of. Not knowing what else to do, he shakes his head -- "no".

Tony Millennia: Don't bother denying it, CHRIS EXTREME. I read the reports. I read the facial reconstructuring bills, the plastic surgeon bills; I even read how you got voice acting lessons to help alter your voice. You're nothing but a Nazi, a liar -- a fake. Someone who cheated his own death. The worst of it all, you tipped yourself off.

Backed into a corner, "Corey Page" is still refuting Tony's statements, eventually dropping the microphone he was using to talk into.

Lex Robinson: This is nuts! Do you hear what Tony is accusing him of? Is that really Chris Extreme?! I... isn't he dead?! I... I...

Steve Hebert: Quite honestly, I haven't a goddamn clue as to what is going on. So, don't ask me. For once, I'm shocked... shocked that Tony is smart enough to figure this out; and shocked that Chris didn't let me in on this.

Lex Robinson: Shut up. My God, what's going on? How could this have happened? Plastic surgeons...? My god... how could we all be so stupid?! And Kitty... Chris's sister... we all saw her... and him... oh, my god.

Steve Hebert: ...Wow, that's fucking hot.

Lex Robinson: Incest is not hot, you imbecile.

As Corey continues to deny the accusations, Tony continues speaking.

Tony Millennia: You've literally been backed into a corner; and what do you do? You do absolutely nothing! You deny it, but you can't speak for yourself. What do you have to say, CHRIS?

Tony offers the microphone to "Corey Page", who accepts it. The fans are going nuts, not knowing what's going on in the ring, while "Corey"/Chris stammers for answers.

"Corey Page": Uhm... I have no idea what to say... or what you're talking about. All I have to say is... SIEG HEIL, MOTHERFUCKER, YOU'RE RIGHT! I AM CHRIS EXTREME AND ALL OF YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKERS FELL FOR IT! I SHOT COREY PAGE, PROBABLY KILLING HIM; AND NOW, TONY MILLENNIA, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!

Lex Robinson: Hoooollllly shit.

After that shocking revelation, "Corey Page"/Chris Extreme drops the microphone and charges at Tony, catching him in the gut, forcing him to drop the bloody chair.

Lex Robinson: Tony has just been in a No-DQ match! Stop this at once! This is not even Corey Page! Stop him! He doesn't belong here!

Steve Hebert: They're probably as stunned as I am... wow. That's all I can say... wow!

Despite the desire of everyone in attendance, "Corey Page", who has since been found out to be Chris Extreme, continues pounding away on Tony; even lifting the chair up and denting it even more by blasting it across his cranium. Dropped like a sack of bricks, Tony can only lay there, as Chris Extreme hoists up the steel chair and smacks it against Tony Millennia's ribcage.

Steve Hebert: This is all Tony's fault! He deserves what he gets! He should never have revealed that secret.

Lex Robinson: I still can't get the thought of poor Kitty Extreme out of my head... my god. What the Jesus?!

Steve Hebert: If you keep this up, you'll be jerking off over her.

Lex Robinson: I'm not thinking like that, Steve.

Steve Hebert: Yeah, right. Next thing, you'll be telling me that Chris Extreme hasn't made a miraculous return. Hell, we should have known this. The Extreme family is known for these kind of stunts. Amazing.

Lex Robinson: This is the worst thing, ever.

Finished beating down Tony Millennia, Chris Extreme drops the chair and walks over towards Xander Gates, who has been staring at the scene, semi-dazed from the recent attacks from Tony. Pulling a key out from his pocket, Chris inserts it into the handcuff lock, releasing Xander. Helping Xander up, Chris Extreme points to Tony and pulls another wad of cash out from his back pocket, handing it over to Xander.

Lex Robinson: Christ.

Steve Hebert: Money talks. And right now, it's saying, "Thanks be to Xander!"

Lex Robinson: Like the rotten bastard that he is, Xander accepts it and aides Chris Extreme, plastic surgery and all, in beating down Tony Millennia!

Steve Hebert: Haha, this is awesome.

Jeers quickly flood the ring, as the fans show no support of the actions happening inside. However, those jeers soon reverse into cheers, when someone is shown running through the audience, towards the ringside area.

Lex Robinson: Now what?! What else could happen here?

Parting his way through the audience is none other than Corey Page. Yes, the real one, this time.

Lex Robinson: It's Corey Page!

Steve Hebert: Maybe it's someone else who has undergone surgery! Did you ever think of that?! Huh?

Lex Robinson: Hell no! It has to be him.

Steve Hebert: This is worse than Santa Claus.

The real Corey Page hops over the ring barricade and slides into the ring, catching both Chris Extreme and Xander Gates off-guard. He swings a clothesline at Xander Gates, knocking him out of the ring, while turning around, watching the real life mirror of himself beating down Tony Millennia. However, it's not him. It's far from being him.

Lex Robinson: Chris Extreme better turn around...

Steve Hebert: Corey Page -- the real one -- is picking up that steel chair. Hasn't that chair suffered enough?!

Lex Robinson: Christ, you are something awful.

Steve Hebert: When Chris turns around... WHAM! Corey Page strikes him with that chair! That dastardly bastard! Poor Chrishy!

Having the chair still wrapped around his skull, Chris Extreme, who is now differentiated from Corey Page via the trickling bloodflow from his forehead, rolls out of the ring, stunned. After several seconds of bumbling around on the floor, the chair still wrapped around his head, Chris stumbles to the back, looking to find safety.

Lex Robinson: Good! Kill him, Corey, kill him! Ladies and gentleman, it's the real Corey Page!

Steve Hebert: Ugh. I thought he was dead, too. Does no one stay dead anymore?! Christ almighty!

Lex Robinson: I guess not!

The real Corey Page stands in the ring, soaking up the applause from the fans, tending to Tony Millennia, in the process. Kneeling next to Tony, he watches as Chris Extreme stumbles to the back, shaking his head at the dirty tactics employed.

Kitty Extreme: You... you... you sick fucking bastard...!

Before anything else can be said, Kitty vomits on the floor, getting the putrid puke all over herself and a nearby trashcan. Saying nothing, Chris minds his own business and walks off, in a daze.

purity title

Steve Hebert: Making a raucous entrance is Billy Badson.

Lex Robinson: Hey, he may be making just a regular, old-fashioned entrance, but at least the fans love him.

Steve Hebert: Fans, schmans.

The lights in the arena go completely black. Suddenly, blue and yellow strobe lights begin to flash in the arena. “Build Your Cages" by Pulse Ultra hits the system, along with a large shot of pyro. The fans in the arena shoot out of their seats as Trent Turner makes his way through the curtain. Trent raises his arms and looks out at the crowd. The music begins to build up as Trent remains at the top of the ramp. Continuing the music, Trent begins to feel the build-up of the music. Finally, the music explodes and another large shot of pyro goes off as Trent raises his head and begins to walk to the ring. The fans are feeling the electricity from the entrance; as Trent climbs the steps to to stand on the apron. He turns to face the audience with a blank stare, anticipating his match, when a bright yellow spot light lands on him, as he glares out at the people. With the strobes and music still playing, Trent enters the ring and walks to the opposite side of the ring, using the ropes to stand on as he holds his arms into the air, listening to the audience cheer for him.

Lex Robinson: And here's Trent Turner; a man who has been making waves lately in Sin Wrestling. He came "this close" to vying for the Tag Titles tonight, but it wasn't close enough. Needless to say, though, he could be one of the bigger breakout stars of the year if he continues on the pace that he is going.

Steve Hebert: I think you forgot to mention that Billy Badson cost Trent the match.

Lex Robinson: That didn't even happen!

Steve Hebert: Sure it did. Billy screwed up Trent's chances at not only going for the Tag Titles; he also screwed up Trent's chances at going for the World Title. That slap he gave him after the match at Back to School was well-deserved, in my opinion.

Lex Robinson: It was simply heinous.

Steve Hebert: You just want to be an old man that wears diapers and shits in his pants.

Lex Robinson: ...I'm sure it has its own advantages.

Steve Hebert: Sick! Sick and depraved! Come to think of it, that'd be awesome, so I don't blame you.

The lights in the arena dim as the SW-Screen lights up, signaling the entrance of the youngest Sin Wrestling Hall of Famer.

Steve Hebert: From pants shitting to the champion! Your Purity Champion is here and he will be making his first title defense.

Lex Robinson: It's about time he did.

Steve Hebert: Are you trying to imply that Mike Phantasy, a Hall of Famer, isn't a fighting champion? If so, you, sir, are nuts.

Lex Robinson: That's exactly what I'm saying. It's also nice to see his arm is all taped up, too.

Steve Hebert: All because of that 'mystery attacker'. Christ, that's so cliche. Whoever did that, please kill yourself.

Lex Robinson: That same person attacked Stryker Graff, as well. Fortunately for Stryker, that attack wasn't as bad, compared to the attack on Mike Phantasy.

Steve Hebert: Poor Mike. He really is a great guy.

Lex Robinson: Ugh, sure.

Steve Hebert: We all know who the attacker was -- I'm looking at you, Miss Nikita, you old hag. You'll have vengeance served upon you.

Lex Robinson: Errr... you don't know that for sure.

Steve Hebert: Trust me. I know these things.

Lex Robinson: Right on.

The bell rings and the match begins. Billy Badson and Mike Phantasy step into the center of the ring, staredown with each other; with Mike immediately grabbing hold of Billy's wrist, locking on a wristlock.

Lex Robinson: The match starts. Remember, these Purity Title matches are contested under different rules. For example, in one-on-one matches, each contest is a 2/3 falls match. However, in a circumstance such as this, where there is more than 2 people competing, the rules follow that of an elimination match.

Steve Hebert: So, one fall to eliminate your opponent, yes?

Lex Robinson: That's right, Steve. On top of all of that, each person is limited to only 3 rope breaks. That means once you use up all your breaks, you can no longer use them.

Steve Hebert: ...Well, obviously.

Lex Robinson: I'm saying you can even use that fact against your opponent and use moves against them.

Steve Hebert: Hmmm.. this is like high school physics all over again. Can you please explain those rules to me again?

Lex Robinson: No.

Steve Hebert: Good enough!

Seeing Billy in a wristlock, Trent Turner smirks, while standing in the corner. Deciding to step out, he grabs hold of Billy's other hand and wristlocks him, as well. With both Mike and Trent holding onto him, Billy does the only thing he could possibly do: step back and pull Mike and Trent together, forcing them to butt heads.

Lex Robinson: Haha! A nice escape there by Billy Badson. What a guy. You know, I look up to him for my announcing abilities.

Steve Hebert: He inspires you to be old and useless?

Lex Robinson: He inspires me to be the best that I can. To know that the old school is alive and well is amazing.

Steve Hebert: It's of my highly esteemed opinion that the "old school" needs to be buried in the ground.

Lex Robinson: As Mike and Trent stumble back, Billy goes right to work. He chops Mike Phantasy, hitting him so hard that he falls on his back.

Steve Hebert: Mike better not fall on his arm and injure it even further!

Lex Robinson: Next, he turns to Trent Turner, the man who has disrespected him, and chops his chest, as well! He strikes him so hard that Trent stumbles backwards -- into the turnbuckle pads. In here, Billy continues striking him with a combination of chops, slaps and fists that knock Trent into a daze.

Steve Hebert: Mike Phantasy will have none of that, though. He charges in, catching Billy from behind with a running knee to the back.

Lex Robinson: Yes, but he inadvertently squashes Trent Turner.

Steve Hebert: Hey, you gotta do, what you gotta do.

Punching Billy upside the head, Mike backs the older guy into the ropes and whips him out. When Billy springs back, Mike ducks down, looking for a backdrop, only to receive a kick to the face from Badson, who follows that up with a simple clothesline, knocking Mike off his feet.

Lex Robinson: Down goes Mike Phantasy!

Steve Hebert: Agh! Go get him, Trent.

Lex Robinson: From out of the corner storms Trent Turner, who receives a backdrop for his effort! The fans are going nuts for Billy!

Steve Hebert: Someone give this audience their lithium! This is insane! He's old, run-down and probably shits in his pants!

Lex Robinson: After being backdropped, Trent leaps back up to his feet, only to walk right into a punch from Billy, knocking him right back down. Billy then lifts Trent up, backs him into the ropes and Irish-whips him out. Another high backdrop delivered to Trent Turner, who lands squarely on his back!

Steve Hebert: Not the dreaded backdrop.

Lex Robinson: Enraged, Trent pops right back up and goes to charge at Billy, again. But just like the last time, this proves to be a bad idea, as Billy not only backdrops him, but he backdrops him over the top rope and onto the floor!

Steve Hebert: Argh! Trent crashes all the way out to the floor! That's not cool!

As Billy goes to chase after Trent, Mike Phantasy comes from behind and clubs him in the back with a double axehandle shot. Mike whips Billy across the ring and catches him upon his return with a leaping leg lariat that knocks Billy onto his back. Hoping to keep Billy down, Mike starts kicking and stomping at him, not wanting the old geezer to get to a standing position.

Steve Hebert: There you go, Mike. God, do I ever hate old people.

Lex Robinson: You hate everyone.

Steve Hebert: Yes, I know. But I especially hate old people.

Lex Robinson: Ah.

Steve Hebert: Mike is placing his right foot over Billy's throat, choking the life out of him. He better be careful or Billy will need a new pacemaker, or he'll die in the ring. We haven't had one of those lately, have we? A Sin Wrestling death, that is.

Lex Robinson: Thankfully, nope.

Lifting Billy Badson up and whipping him into the corner, Mike runs in, looking to hit a running double knee to Billy's chest. However, at the right time, Billy slips out of the way and Mike goes knees-first into the middle turnbuckle pad, followed by him dropping onto his back.

Lex Robinson: Mike misses the knee shot!

Steve Hebert: Unbelieveable. This is awful.

Lex Robinson: Looking to capitalize on Mike Phantasy's mistake, Billy steps in and covers the Purity Champ. Mike may be eliminated right here. Wouldn't that be something?

Steve Hebert: It'd be something terrible.

The referee starts the count...

...1...2...

Lex Robinson: Mike Phantasy puts his right foot on the bottom rope! That's a rope break! He just used one of his rope breaks!

Steve Hebert: Oh, for Jesus' sake.

When the announcement is made concerning Mike's loss of a rope break, he squirms out from underneath Badson and gets in the referee's face, but to no avail. No amount of complaining is going to take back that rope break.

Steve Hebert: Show that referee who's the boss, Mike.

Lex Robinson: He oughta be more concerned with Billy Badson, who is coming up behind him. He turns Mike around, punches him and then goes for a clothesline...

Steve Hebert: The clothesline is ducked! Instead, Mike Phantasy full-nelsons Badson and then front Russian legsweeps him, dropping Billy on his face! That's more like it.

Getting to his feet, Mike Phantasy smirks over Billy's fallen body, only to see Trent Turner climbing onto the side of the apron. Eyeing his other contender, Mike darts towards him, wishing to knock him off the side of the canvas, doing so, thanks to a swift punch to the side of Trent's head.

Lex Robinson: Trent lands on his feet on the floor, hurting from that punch from Mike Phantasy. Looking up, he witnesses Mike measure him up.

Steve Hebert: He dives out, using some sort of slingshot diving move. Hell, I dunno.

Lex Robinson: Seeing this, Trent quickly rolls into the ring, while Mike flies out onto the floor.

Steve Hebert: Luckily, Mike is able to land on his feet.

Mike points at his head, telling the fans about his intelligence.

Steve Hebert: Mike can outwit anybody, Lex.

Mike Phantasy turns around, only to walk directly into a baseball slide dropkick from Trent Turner, which knocks him up against the steel railing.

Lex Robinson: I bet he saw that coming, too.

Steve Hebert: Well, you see... well...

Lex Robinson: Uh huh. Thought so.

Trent Turner doesn't have long to celebrate, though, as Billy Badson creeps up on him, applying both of his arms around Trent's head, locking in a sleeperhold.

Lex Robinson: This isn't looking good for Trent!

Steve Hebert: This shit sucks! His arms are flailing violently, looking to grab ahold of anything... anyone! Let me in there.

Lex Robinson: If you got involved, it'd be a disqualification. Unlike Xander Gates versus Tony Millennia, this is fought under Purity Title rules.

After several seconds of stumbling around, looking to hook onto something, Trent finally is able to grab onto the top rope, forcing the referee to intervene and stop the hold.

Lex Robinson: Turner is finally able to grab onto the top rope, thus releasing himself. In the process, though, he costs himself one rope break.

Steve Hebert: Eh, it's only one rope break. It's no biggie.

When the referee forces Billy to step back and removes Trent from the ropes, Billy immediately charges forward again and applies a side-headlock, one of his faovrite moves.

Steve Hebert: Ack.

Lex Robinson: Hah! Once again, Trent Turner is bumbling around, looking for an escape. He reaches out and latches onto the top rope once more.

Steve Hebert: You've gotta be kidding me.

Lex Robinson: It's no joke.

When the break is made, the referee separates both men again. However, while Trent stands near the ropes, Mike Phantasy, on the floor, walks up behind him. He grabs Trent by the ankles and sweeps him off his feet and drags him to the outside, where he hoists him up and bodyslams him on the floor.

Lex Robinson: Mike makes his return to the action, as he slides Trent outside and drops him on the floor. He rolls back inside, where he is immediately met with a kick to his injured arm from Billy Badson.

Steve Hebert: That Billy Badson is just plain evil. Evil just like every other old person.

Lex Robinson: Well, that makes sense.

Steve Hebert: Believe me, it does.

Lex Robinson: Forcing Mike to stand, Billy chops him up against the ropes, takes his injured arm and commences smashing it off the top turnbuckle pad. He even steps out onto the outer portion of the apron and starts bending Mike's arm around the post, while kicking Trent Turner back to the floor.

Steve Hebert: He must have taken his viagra to give him this extra boost of energy. Tell me, is there any hot broads in the front row? 'Cause that is obviously riling Billy up.

Lex Robinson: Well, my wife is here tonight; fresh off her vacation in her Miami rental home. Hi honey.

Steve Hebert: I said "hot broads"; not disgusting old whores.

Dispensing Trent Turner with a kick to the face, knocking him up against the announcer's booth, Billy Badson returns inside of the ring, where he views Mike Phantasy hold his arm. Right away, Billy applies an armlock and starts wrenching back, hoping to wear Mike down; or injure him.

Steve Hebert: He's going to hurt poor Mike Phantasy!

Lex Robinson: Down to last-ditch efforts, Mike pokes Billy in the left eye, releasing his arm. He leaps into the air, looking to hit an enziguiri, only to have Billy duck beneath the kick.

Steve Hebert: Bah! I think Mike landed awkwardly on his arm, too!

Lex Robinson: He shouldn't have done that move, then.

Steve Hebert: He's trying to hold it... but Billy is grabbing it and is wrenching back on it, stretching it! Oh God, this isn't good!

Lex Robinson: The fans are screaming for Mike Phantasy to tap...

...And he does!

Steve Hebert: Well Jesus, he tapped. That didn't take long.

Lex Robinson: It just goes to show you the damage done to his arm.

Steve Hebert: I hate the world right now.

Lex Robinson: Why? Because we're gonna have a new Purity Champion?

Steve Hebert: Pretty much, yes.

As Mike rolls out of the ring, hurt and upset about the loss, Trent Turner rolls back in and blindsides Billy Badson with an attack.

Lex Robinson: Yet another show of disrespect from Trent. He should have waited for Billy to stand and be ready.

Steve Hebert: Don't you just love it?

Lex Robinson: Not at all. Trent lifts Billy up, sits him on the top turnbuckle and slaps him. My God, what a bastard.

Steve Hebert: Stop being so uppity. Sheesh.

Lex Robinson: Trent climbs up alongside Billy, hoping to hit what-seems-to-be a superplex, but Billy hangs on, not wanting to go anywhere.

Steve Hebert: Eh, it's only a matter of time that Billy splatters onto the mat. Trust me. He has to -- where else is he going to go?

Lex Robinson: I'm not sure. What I do know is that Billy is sending some punches into Trent's ribs, trying to not take a dive from the top turnbuckle. Finally, after three headbutts to Trent, Billy shoves Trent off the top rope, forcing him to lay perpendicular to the corner. Stepping down to the second turnbuckle, Billy leaps off, hitting a front elbowdrop; a move that he calls "The Ides of March"!

Steve Hebert: Et tu, Bruti?! I've never seen an old man fly through the air like that; and perhaps I never will again. Come to think of it, I wouldn't be surprised if Billy just threw out his hip.

Lex Robinson: He's 58; not 90 years old, Steve.

Steve Hebert: Bullshit! Pure bullshit!

Crawling on top of Trent, Billy goes for a cover...

Lex Robinson: Anyhow, there's a pinfall attempt... will Billy become the new Purity Champion?!

...1...2...

Steve Hebert: No! Trent gets his shoulder up!

Lex Robinson: That was close. But I think Billy has things well under control.

Steve sighs, while Billy sits up, telling the referee to count faster. Grabbing Trent by the hair, Billy gets him up to a kneeling position, only to have Trent strike him with a headbutt to the groin, hunching him over.

Lex Robinson: Oohhh..! The fans did not like that!

Steve Hebert: Nuts to them. Get it? Nuts...? Hahaha.

Lex Robinson: You really are one of a kind, Steve.

Steve Hebert: Why thank you, Lex.

Lex Robinson: Taking advantage of a bent over Billy Badson, Trent inside-cradles him, looking for a three-count...

...1...2...

Lex Robinson: Billy rolls the cradle over, in favor of himself. He's looking for a pinfall, now.

Steve Hebert: Oh Jesus... kick out, Trent!

...1...2...

Steve Hebert: And he does!

Lex Robinson: Even though Trent kicks out, Billy transfers his position, applying the Bad Lock onto Trent Turner!

Steve Hebert: What?! No!

Lex Robinson: It's true! Turner is fighting to survive, but with each move he makes, he becomes limper. Time's running out for him...

Steve Hebert: Come on, Trent!

Lex Robinson: The referee is checking on him. He raises Trent's arm once... it falls... twice... it falls again...

Steve Hebert: Reach for the rope!

Lex Robinson: For the third time, the referee raises Trent's hand... and it falls again! Billy Badson is the new Purity Champion!

Steve Hebert: Oh, goddamnit.

After the referee calls for the bell, Bill continues to hold onto the Bad-Lock, forcing the referee to intervene and tug him away. The referee hands the Purity Title over to Billy Badson, who looks at it, lovingly. Listening to the fans' reaction, Billy stands, amazed at what he has just accomplished.

Lex Robinson: What a victory for the man who people have said is too old to compete. This one's for the old school.

Steve Hebert: Ugh...

Lex Robinson: Stop moaning. You're starting to sound like Chewbacca.

Holding the title in his hands, Billy Badson stands over an unconscious Trent Turner, bends over, slaps him across the face and then spits on him, much to the delight of the fans. He exits the ring and walks to the back, slapping a few hands on his way back.

Ace Rodgers: Billy, I just want to congratulate you on your win.

A very happy Billy Badson replies.

Billy Badson: Thank you, Ace; thank you very much. I'd just like to say that this is for all the old-schoolers that have been held down because people said they were too old. This is for everyone who doubted me! And... and... hell, we're in Florida... I'm going to Disneyland!

Billy walks off, leaving a perplexed Ace Rodgers behind.

Ace Rodgers: Uhm... well... okay! Mr. Badson is off to Disneyland to celebrate his victory.

Ace shrugs and the feed fades out.

tag team titles -- tournament finals

the
destiny
show

Destiny whispers, "Your destiny awaits." and the music, "Maneater" by Nelly Furtado fades in harshly, cranked up to its highest setting possible.

Maneater, make you work hard! Make you spend hard!
Make you want all, of her love!
She's a maneater! Make you buy cars. Make you cut cords!
Make you fall, real hard in love!

Scarlet fireworks explode in chain up to the top of the entrance ramp, where the flames form a ring of fire from which Destiny emerges. She sways down the ring, an albino snake resting atop her shoulders.

You wish you never ever met her at all!
You wish you never ever met her at all!
You wish you never ever met her at all!
You wish you never ever met her at all!

Handing the snake to a stagehand, she slides into the ring, reveling in the reaction of the crowd. She tests the ropes, motions for her music to be cut, and feigns a devilish smile.

destiny
fulfilled

Lex Robinson: The main event is here! Tonight, we'll finally figure out who will become the new Tag Team Champions. On top of that, we'll also find out who will face each other for the World Title at our next event, Shadows of Defeat.

Steve Hebert: In a ladder match, no less.

Lex Robinson: Yup. It'll either be Destiny versus Nikita; or Stryker Graff versus Shane Donovan, who made his re-appearance at Back to School, teaming with Stryker.

Steve Hebert: Jesus, what hole did Stryker dig him out of?

The arena goes dark and whitish blue strobe lights flash to the beat of "Save Yourself" by Stabbing Westward, which erupts over the speakers in the arena. Nikita steps out onto the stage and then makes her way down to the ring.

Lex Robinson: Destiny's partner, Nikita, has arrived on the scene. These past few weeks, they've been off-and-on in their unity aspect.

Steve Hebert: Yeah, they've both been wanting to get rid of Mike Phantasy and Stryker Graff, who were both mysteriously attacked at our last show. A little suspicious, hmmm?

Lex Robinson: Well, there's no proof that either of them...

Steve Hebert: I'm sure. And now poor Mike Phantasy may have to miss some time because of that attack. They messed him up good, Lex. Whoever did it cost him the Purity Title. When he comes back and returns to full health, there will be hell to pay.

Lex Robinson: Uhm, okay. But there's still no proof.

Steve Hebert: Give it time.

"Reduced to Teeth" by Finch begins to play as Shane Donovan makes his way to the ring, ignoring the standard pagentry that comes with wrestling entrances, as he slides into the ring.

Lex Robinson: Straight to the point, Shane Donovan makes his presence know. He stands in the corner, waiting for his partner to arrive.

Steve Hebert: Here he comes, the former World Champ. The rightful World Champ, too, might I add.

Lex Robinson: You have Chris Extreme to blame for that one.

Steve Hebert: Hey, now, Chris Extreme's a good fellow. He just had to do what's right.

Lex Robinson: God, you're such a ridiculous hypocrite.

Steve Hebert: My favorite Sin Wrestling superstar is here!

Lex Robinson: He's your favorite? Right on, then. I can see why.

Steve Hebert: I hope that wasn't a snarky comment.

Lex Robinson: Ask me sometime later.

In one of the ring corners, Destiny and Nikita discuss who will be starting the match -- Nikita decides she'll step in first. On the other side, Strkyer brushes Shane Donovan off and single-handedly decides to start the match for his team.

Lex Robinson: Yep. Well, we'll have Nikita and Stryker Graff starting things out. These two are certainly no strangers with each other.

Steve Hebert: You've got that right. What is the deal between these two? One minute they're talking nicely and the next, they are down each others throat. Granted, I'd like to be down Nikita's throat -- in a sexual manner, mind you, but still.

Lex Robinson: Thanks for the clarification.

Steve Hebert: Hey, no problem.

Lex Robinson: The duo lock up, having Stryker Graff apply a standing side headlock to start things off. Right away, she is able to squirm her way to freedom, following that up by applying a hammerlock on Stryker, who doesn't like this at all.

Steve Hebert: Doesn't he? Maybe he likes being dominated by Nikita. Have you ever thought that?

Lex Robinson: Sadly, no.

Switching positions, Stryker Graff ends up behind Nikita, applying a hammerlock of his own. As soon as this happens, Nikita dives towards the ropes and wraps her leg around the middle rope, thus breaking the hold.

Lex Robinson: The referee moves in, forcing Stryker Graff away, but he doesn't leave lightly. He gives Nikita a harsh slap on the back, aggravating her.

Steve Hebert: Thatta' boy.

Lex Robinson: A mere seconds later, Nikita fires back, striking Stryker with a flurry of forearm shots. She decides to charge back, bounce off the ropes and returns with a quesadora body scissors, throwing herself upwards and arm-dragging Stryker Graff across the ring. Stryker Graff, being the douche that he is, quickly springs back up and charges at Nikita with a clothesline, only to have it ducked. She runs forward, bounces off the middle rope and returns with a springboard moonsault! She covers Stryker...

...1...

Steve Hebert: He kicks out, though! It was only a one.

Lex Robinson: Getting back up, Nikita has a handful of Stryker's hair and she starts unloading on his head with a barrage of kicks. Straightening him up, she quickly hurancanranas him back down, only to have him roll through and sunset-flip her.

Steve Hebert: Hah! See? He is smarter than her. The count is made...

...1...2...

Lex Robinson: Nikita rolls out of it! She snaps up to her feet and goes to hit a baseball slide dropkick, but Stryker moves out of the way, resulting in her falling on her back!

Wisely springing up to his feet, Stryker grabs Nikita by her hair and throws her into the corner, where he starts wearing her down with kicks, punches, back elbows and even a choke. Setting her up near the ropes, he Irish-whips her across and catches her upon her return with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.

Lex Robinson: Nikita is dropped squarely across Stryker's knee! Ouch! He lifts her back up, though, and applies a gutwrench, which he then turns into a gutbuster!

Steve Hebert: He's spanking her ass, now. Haha.

Lex Robinson: That cocky bastard throws Nikita off, walks over to Shane Donovan and fakes making a tag. What an asshole.

Steve Hebert: Why should he tag out to him? Stryker's got everything under control.

Lex Robinson: We'll see about that.

Focusing back on Nikita, Stryker stands on her hair, grabs her arms and pulls up on her, forcing the referee to give him a 5-count to release the hold. Grinning at Nikita's expense, Stryker lifts his nemesis back up to her feet, backs her up into the corner and connects with some charging shoulderblocks to her gut.

Steve Hebert: Man, Stryker isn't even gonna let Destiny into the ring.

Lex Robinson: He's just toying with Nikita, now; giving her some nonchalant chops and forearms, which he follows up by nailing a vertical suplex. He covers her...

...1...2...

Lex Robinson: Nikita kicks out!

Steve Hebert: Ah, dumb luck.

Calmly hoisting Nikita up, Stryker Graff soon locks in an abdominal stretch, which he uses added pressure by holding onto the top rope, out of sight of the referee, to gain leverage.

Lex Robinson: Hey, ref, look what that asshole is doing! He's using the ropes...

Steve Hebert: You know, it isn't very nice to call someone an asshole.

Lex Robinson: You do it all the time.

Steve Hebert: But I'm an asshole, so it's fine.

Releasing Nikita from his clutches, Stryker pushes her away, and for the second time, he feigns giving a tag.

Lex Robinson: What is he doing? All that I can see is that he is annoying his partner, Shane Donovan.

Steve Hebert: Pffft, who cares what Shane Donovan thinks. Stryker Graff didn't want to team with him. They were forced together.

Lex Robinson: As were Destiny and Nikita, but you don't see them doing that.

Steve Hebert: Probably because Nikita is on her back, where she belongs.

Stryker starts kicking Nikita in the stomach, forcing her over onto her knees. Bouncing off the ropes, he returns with a football kick to Nikita's ribcage, knocking her up against the ropes. Flawlessly lifting Nikita up, he smirks at her, slaps her across the face and then standing headscissors her.

Lex Robinson: What a slap across the face. Stryker Graff respects no one but himself.

Steve Hebert: Rightfully so.

Lex Robinson: He's hoisting Nikita up onto his shoulders into a powerbomb position... but wait! She forces him to stall and starts unloading on him with some fists. Rolling backwards, she is able to hit a huracanrana, which simply flips him over. They both get up to their feet, but Nikita catches him by surprise, using a spinning heel kick to knock him off his feet! They're both crawling to their respective corner, now, looking to make a tag...

Steve Hebert: Cripes! Stryker tags out to Shane Donovan... and that bitch, Nikita, tags out to Destiny Daniels, who leaps in over the top rope.

Lex Robinson: Indeed. Stryker Graff rolls out onto the floor, as Destiny and Shane charge at each other, meeting in the center of the ring. He scoops Destiny up, but she slides out behind him and dropkicks him from behind, dropping him face-first into the middle turnbuckle.

Steve Hebert: He's on his hands and knees in the corner, with his head resting against that middle turnbuckle, too.

Lex Robinson: Damn right. And she follows in, delivering a vicious double-stomp to Shane's back, grinding his face up against that turnbuckle pad.

While Shane is having his face grinded against the turnbuckle pad, Stryker Graff fixes himself up on the floor, looks at what is going on and walks to the back, without hesitation.

Lex Robinson: Stryker Graff is walking to the back. Where is he going?!

Steve Hebert: He's out of here! He's got better things to do than this shit. Who can blame him?

Lex Robinson: But, he's basically giving up his chance to win the Tag Titles... and the World Title. Unless Shane Donovan can overcome the odds.

Steve Hebert: Considering Shane is currently facing a pile of lethal kicks from Destiny Daniels, I don't think that'll be happening anytime soon. Secondly, Stryker Graff can get either of those titles whenever -- and wherever -- he wants.

After a twisting heel kick from Destiny, Shane is knocked up against the ropes, and she uses this momentum to whip him out. Upon his return, she leaps into the air, looking for a crossbody attempt, but gets caught.

Lex Robinson: Shane Donovan heaves Destiny Daniels overhead with a blizzard suplex! Crawling into his corner, he looks to make the tag, but no one's home.

Steve Hebert: Haha, that idiot.

Lex Robinson: He has no clue that Stryker Graff just walked on out of here.

Steve Hebert: If he didn't, he sure knows now.

Lex Robinson: Furious, he stands to his feet and starts to unload some shots onto Destiny Daniels, wanting to keep her down and win the match, despite the handicap. Pulling her up, he whips her into the corner and follows in with a reverse splash, squishing her against the turnbuckle pads. As she stumbles out, she walks right into a spinebuster, followed up by a Boston Crab.

Steve Hebert: Not a bad showing for Shane. He's really yanking back on Destiny. Unfortunately for him, it'll get him nowhere, as he is outnumbered by two dangerous women, who I am 100% certain attacked Stryker Graff and Mike Phantasy a few weeks ago.

Lex Robinson: You're never gonna get over that, are you?

Steve Hebert: I'll give up on it, when Destiny submits to this submission attempt.

Lex Robinson: In that case, Destiny is able to cling onto the bottom rope, breaking the count. So much for that.

Angered at the lack of a submission, Shane releases his hold, picks up Destiny and then applies a reverse facelock. Swinging his right elbow over, he connects with a guillotine elbowdrop/reverse DDT combination, flattening Destiny back on the mat. He hooks her leg for a cover...

Lex Robinson: He just hit her with an interesting move. If this works, he and Stryker Graff could actually be Tag Team Champions and will fight for the World Title...

...1...

Steve Hebert: I knew it wouldn't work. She kicks out at the count of one.

Lex Robinson: What an awful predicament for Shane. He lifts her up and backs her into the ropes with some charging shoulderblocks. He whips her out, only to have her reverse it... no, wait... Shane reverses the whip... Destiny bounces off the middle rope and returns with a swinging Tornado DDT onto Shane, driving his head into the canvas!

Steve Hebert: Poof! And it was over for Shane, just like that!

Rolling into her corner, Destiny makes the tag to Nikita, who is now up on her feet, shocked that Stryker Graff walked out on the mat. Together, she and Destiny lift Shane up, whip him into the ropes and bring him down with a double-team drop-toe-hold. Right away, both women leap up and head towards Shane Donovan's upper-body.

Lex Robinson: The ladies bring Shane down...

Steve Hebert: Hah! He is going to lose to some GIRLS!

Lex Robinson: Not just any girls, Steve. These girls are femme fatales.

Steve Hebert: Stop it, you're reminding me of my Gwenny-poo.

Lex Robinson: Your Gwenny-poo is currently in the Hall of Fame. You're gonna have to wait until the show is over to obsess over her.

Steve Hebert: Done and done.

Lex Robinson: Having Shane grounded and on his stomach, Destiny leaps to his right and applies The Cottonmouth! Meanwhile, Nikita goes to Shane's left and applies "The End"! Shane is refusing to quit!

Steve Hebert: Just give it a few seconds, Lex. No man can withstand this... except for maybe Stryker Graff.

Lex Robinson: I'm sure. Shane is trying to stay afloat... but it's no use! He's submitting!

When the bell is rung, Nikita releases her grip on Shane, soon followed by Destiny Daniels. Seconds later, they are awarded with the Tag Team Titles.

Lex Robinson: There's your new Tag Champs, everyone. Get use to that fact; I'm sure they will remain champs for a long time.

Steve Hebert: If they can beat Zimdela Brudon's and Gwenivere Jordan's Tag Title reign... I will fuck them both. Seriously.

Lex Robinson: Why would they want to be punished for doing that? In any event, these two will meet at our next event, Shadows of Defeat, where they will fight for the World Title, which will be suspended high above the ring. THe only way to get to it -- via a ladder. Be sure to join us.

Steve Hebert: Do I have to be there?

Lex Robinson: Yes.

Steve Hebert: I'll only be there if Chris Extreme is going to be there.

Lex Robinson: Oh, I'm sure he'll be there. Especially after what we witnessed tonight.

Steve Hebert: Now that you say that, I am so there.

The final image is Nikita and Destiny Daniels celebrating with their newly won Tag Titles. They meet up in the center of the ring, where they cautiously shake the other's hand, knowing full well that they will soon be trying to beat the hell out of each other with a ladder.

Ace Rodgers: Corey, are you alright?! You were gone for so long... and then you came back... but it wasn't you... and... wait, is this the real Corey Page?

Corey rolls his eyes and tugs at his skin.

Corey Page: Yes, it is. See?

Ace Rodgers: Not good enough. Show me that birthmark.

Again, Corey sighs. He pulls down his pants, turns around and bends over, allowing everyone to see.

Ace Rodgers: Ah. Well... that solves that. Welcome back!

Corey Page: Thank you! I just want to say that everything will return to normal here within the next few weeks. Everything that Nazi did wrong, I'll set it right.

An applause erupts. However, a silence is soon washed over everyone, once Chris Extreme, still with the chair wrapped around his head, appears on the scene. He has pieces of fake flesh hanging off, revealing half of his original face.

Chris Extreme: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Just because you're back, does not mean everything returns to normal. I signed the clause that said I own SW; not you. So, no matter what happens, I still have full control over all of you... from Tony Millennia to Nikita, you're all under MY control.

Corey Page gets in Chris Extreme's face.

Corey Page: Not if I have anything to do with it.

Chris Extreme: Are you threatening me?

Corey Page: No, I'm asking you to walktz. Of course I'm threatening you.

Chris Extreme: I don't like threats.

Corey Page: And I don't like you.

Eventually, officials get between the two, forcing them to pull apart.

Chris Extreme: We'll settle this... you'll see!

Corey Page: Oh, we will.

Chris Extreme: DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!

Enraged and crazy, Chris Extreme is plucked away, as the show goes off the air.