Location: Phoenix, Arizona; inside of a bingo hall
Theme Music: Tool - "Aenema"
The screen turns on, Eternity #15 begins and the camera shoots to the backstage area, showing Corey Page entering the building, his first SW appearance since being released from rehab. A disconcert looks is plastered across his face, not his usual cheerful self. He looks much more cleaned-up and more reserved, passing several roster members as he makes his way to the ringside area.
Ace Rodgers: Hey, Corey, welcome back!
Ace Rodgers is the first person to welcome Corey, but he gets no response. Instead, Corey continues to walk forward, even passing Buck Travis, Destiny Daniels and Adora, who has her Television Title wrapped around her shoulder.
Adora: He better straighten some stuff up around here. Especially after what happened at Back to School 4. My Jesus...
Corey shrugs off Adora's words and still steps ahead, passing next by Chris Carson, who has just walked into the scene. They stare each other down, neither man saying a word, and then Corey again walks ahead. Finally, Corey Page passes by Stevie Swing, who reaches out, grabs onto Corey's left shoulder and stops him. Removing his free hand from behind his back, Stevie swings -- no pun intended -- out a can of beer, holding it up to Corey Page's face.
Stevie Swing: Want a swig?
Laughing, Stevie Swing drinks from the can, while Corey Page sneers and walks off. The screen fades out, with Corey Page soon to step out in front of the audience, making some sort of announcement.
The lights dim and the guitar/keyboard, for high-speed intro of "Time to Dance" by Panic! at the Disco blares through the speakers, as the name DAVIS appears in sparks and dims to lights. The crowd gets louder and louder, chanting "DAVIS! DAVIS!", while the hallway dims to dark. Soon, a shadowed-figure emerges into the light of the crowd. The chanting becomes incoherent screaming as the champ walks down the carpet and into the ring.
This guy, Mark Davis, removes his dark green silk robe and throws it asunder, raising his arms in recognition of the crowd and foreshadowing of triumph. He then saunters towards the ringside area, where he slides inside, ready for his match to start.
The arena goes black and a low hiss is heard.
the
destiny
show
Destiny whispers, "Your destiny awaits." and the music, "Sweet Sacrifice" by Evanescence fades in harshly, cranked up to its highest setting possible.
it's true: we're all a little insane
but it's so clear...
now that i'm unchained
Scarlet sparklers ignite in chain up to the top of the entrance ramp, where the sparks form a ring of fire from which Destiny emerges. She sways down the ring, an albino snake resting atop her shoulders.
fear is only in our minds
but it's taking over all the time
you poor sweet innocent thing, dry your eyes
and testify! you know you live to break me
don't deny
sweet sacrifice
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
The veteran, Destiny Daniels, sprints back and forth, keeping a keen eye on the newcomer, Mark Davis. When they finally step in toward each other, it is Destiny who slinks out of the way of a headlock-attempt, only to slip behind Mark and apply a hammerlock. Having a sudden jolt of pain surge through his body and arm, Mark Davis is forced to act quickly, striking Destiny Daniels with a back-elbow to the face, forcing his release. Furthermore, he grabs onto the same arm that had been holding onto his very own right arm and then flings Destiny over his left shoulder, slamming her hard onto the canvas.
Seeing Destiny lay on the ground in front of him, Mark Davis instinctively bounces off the nearest set of ropes and rebounds, hoping to land a senton-splash. Sensing this, Destiny immediately rolls out of the way, resulting in Mark Davis landing squarely on his back, letting Destiny take advantage of this.
Jumping up to her feet, Destiny begins to hurriedly snap some kicks into Mark's chest, keeping him grounded, and hopefully winded. Grabbing onto his hair, he is lifted up to his knees, allowing for Destiny to strike several more side-kicks, eventually stepping back and measuring up Mark's head. She steps forward, hoping to make a connection, but Mark ducks beneath the kick, forcing Destiny to swing around, on her feet.
Reaching forward, Mark grabs onto Destiny's left arm, tucks it between her legs and then pump-handle back-suplexes her, sending her flying across the ring!
Keeping on the attack, Mark Davis offers some kicks to Destiny Daniels and then picks her up. Scooping her up, he appears to look for a body-slam, but she is able to squirm her way out and land behind him. As he turns around, he walks directly into a series of right and left kicks from the former World Champ, who finally tries to hit a leaping spin-kick. Seeing this, Mark ducks beneath the attack and goes behind Destiny. Immediately, she twirls around, hoping to hit a swinging kick to his stomach, only to have her leg caught, the attack blocked.
Mark Davis steps over her left leg and then returns with a spinning martial-arts kick of his own, knocking her onto her back! In a rush, Mark lifts Destiny up, hoists her up into a back-suplex position, only to reverse the flow of motion and slam her face-first onto the canvas!
Turning Destiny over, he goes for a cover...
...1...2...
However, at the count of two, Destiny kicks out!
Wanting to put things to an end, Mark hoists Destiny up, chops her several times across the chest and then whips her across the ring. As she bounces off the ropes, he ducks down, hoping to hit a backdrop, only to have Destiny run back and kick him squarely in the jaw. In a daze, Mark stumbles about, only to walk right into a swinging roundhouse kick from Destiny, knocking him onto his back!
Opting to not go for a cover, Destiny stands back, watching as Mark rises. When the time is right, she sets forward, trying to hit Mark with a spinning back-fist. As she swings toward him, Mark ducks, allowing for Destiny to spin around in front of him. Taking advantage of this miscue, Mark grasps onto Destiny and Northern Lights Suplexes her.
Instead of bridging through with the pinfall, Mark Davis rolls backward, allowing him to rise to his feet, with Destiny still in the Northern Lights position. From this position, Mark lifts Destiny up onto his shoulders, spins violently around and then releases her, swinging her out with an airplane-spin toss! After watching Destiny crash to the mat, Mark walks into the corner and begins to climb to the top rope.
In a matter of seconds, Mark leaps off, soaring through the air, while shouting "I'm the best!" He lands a flying elbow-drop and then covers Destiny, the former World Champ and Sin Trophy winner. He hooks the leg...
...1...2...3!
Declared the victor, Mark Davis stands to his feet, celebrating his victory, gaining even more of a fan response. Exiting the ring, he leaves Destiny Daniels inside, trying to reconfigure her plans, trying to find out why she lost and what went wrong.
Winner: Mark Davis
The cameras enter what looks like a dark and dirty, dungeon-like chamber. Sturdy, stone walls covered in cobwebs form a hexagon shape, with six prison cells around the border. Each prison cell is shut closed by a creaky, wooden-door wrapped in barbed-wire. The chamber is dimly lit by Jack-O'-Lanterns that sit on barred-off windows. Hanging from the ceiling by nooses are decaying and burning corpses and sitting upside the wall are skeletons. Spider webs hide in the corners of the chamber complete with venomous wild spiders. The chamber reeks of a wretched smell caused by the burning flesh of the corpses and due to rotting pumpkins.
Even worse, Chris Extreme stands in the center of the chamber with a twisted grin on his face.
Chris Extreme: Halloween night... Illusions the 4th... 2007. The worst deathmatch ever fathomed from my sick, twisted, amazing mind. Four or five prisoners, including "Lord Nazi" himself, in the main event. The Auschwitz Deathmatch!
As he finishes speaking those words, concealed vents in the chamber open, releasing deadly poisonous gasses including hydrogen cyanide and carbon monoxide into the atmosphere. Covering his mouth and coughing and choking, Chris Extreme quickly exits the chamber.
Chris Extreme: This Halloween... something bad is going to happen.
Still holding his mouth, he cackles devilishly and then makes his exit, walking into the unknown shadows.
The scene opens up inside a bingo hall, where a rowdy game of bingo is taking place. Most of the players are elderly men and women with multiple cards in front of them, but in the midst of all the gray hair and laxatives is the pink and platinum blonde duo of Adora and Morgana.
Morgana: Holy shit, I think I won! Yahtzee!
Adora: ...We're playing bingo.
Morgana: Whoops. You sunk my battleship!
Adora: WE'RE PLAYING BINGO.
Morgana: Stop yelling at me! What if Michael Cera hears you? I want him to think I'm cool.
Adora: Why do you care? Michael Cera himself isn't even cool. Besides, why would he be in a bingo hall? I don't even want to be here, and I'm getting paid.
Morgana: Heathen! Besides, he's said in interviews that he feels like a 50-year-old man on the inside. If he was going to be anywhere, it would be here.
Adora: I just hope you don't walk in on him fucking his girlfriend. I'd have to bail you out of jail.
Morgana: He doesn't have a girlfriend. There can only be Morgy.
Adora: Well, I'm just sayin'!
Bingo Caller: O65!
Morgana: Holy shit, I won! I win all the monies! BINGO!
With a number of disgruntled elderly people half-heartedly pitching their Bingo dabbers at her, Morgy leaps to her feet and launches into an embarrassing victory dance as the scene fades to black.
The cameras switch to the backstage area, where Ace Rodgers, the official Sin Wrestling interviewer, stands next to the controversial Chris Carson. As usual, Ace has a microphone placed in his hands and he is focusing it at Chris Carson, obviously wanting to question him on his latest set of actions.
Ace Rodgers: "Creep", at the last show, Back to School 4, you were all over the place. You made your presence felt in Dan Black's match against Morgana, you attacked Adora, you announced your return; and you even... I don't even know what you did to Roxy! Give me all the details. What was up with that?
Chris Carson smirks.
Chris Carson: Let's start with Roxy Erikson. She had it coming. In fact, she should thank me. If it wasn't me for... uh... placing baking soda in her little bag, she wouldn't be hospitalized right now. In that hospital, she is getting the proper help she needs. Come on, face it, you know -- we all know it -- she's a damn mess. You could even see the vacant look in her eyes. You all should be thanking me!
Ace Rodgers: But don't you think that's a little too devious?
Chris cuts in.
Chris Carson: Listen here, what's truly devious is the morality of these women within Sin Wrestling, who are trying to destroy and diminish all that I have worked for. You have your Adoras and your Morganas... well, it's about damn time someone stepped up and put them away for good; to end this girly-girly act. A pink World Title? Come on, Ace.
Ace Rodgers: But you can't deny that they are talented!
Chris Carson: Talented? These women are nothing but two-bit whores. All of them are. That's why I'm back, Ace. That's why I helped in the abduction of Adora. Someone needs to put an end to it; and that person will be me.
Just then, Nikita walks into the scene, overhearing what Chris Carson has been saying. Positioning the microphone so that it's pointed in her direction, she begins to talk.
Nikita: You want to eliminate all the women? You want to hospitalize us? Attack us? Well, how about you try me on for size?
"The Creep" chuckles at Nikita's words.
Chris Carson: Hey, little girl, I know you and I have a past... but aren't you on strike?
Nikita thinks to herself.
Nikita: Not anymore.
Holding up the sheet of paper, with the names of the people she had gotten to sign, which had stated she was on strike, she tears it into two pieces, directly in front of Chris Carson's face. She walks off, leaving Chris Carson stunned. He speaks into the microphone.
Chris Carson: I guess I got myself a fight.
He then follows off after Nikita.
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.
Your soul has suffered such abuse
But I am not your savior
I am just as fucked as you
I can't even save myself!
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, bare-chested and wearing black wrestling tights, with "The Classic" printed in blue down one side and "The Creep" in red down the other.
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, flipping off a few of them who boo in his direction.
Fortified with the liquor 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 glare at the fans, turns around and then hops back inside of the ring, where he tests out the ropes, ready for a fight.
The bell rings and Nikita shoots out from her corner, like a bat out of hell, looking to strike Chris Carson fast and with fury. "The Creep", not one being one to step away from a fight, openly accepts Nikita's advances and starts brawling with her. Trapped in the corner, they exchange rights and lefts, with Chris Carson sneakily trapping Nikita against the turnbuckle pads, striking her with a flurry of fists and chops.
Whipping Nikita across the ring, Chris Carson watches as she smashes into the corner, deciding to charge in after her. However, before he can strike, Nikita rolls out of the way, forcing him to smash into the turnbuckle pads. Leaping up to her feet, Nikita waits for Chris to turn around, deciding to jump up and then deliver a lungblower to Chris Carson, driving his chest straight down onto her knees. Keeping him there for several more seconds, she soon latches onto his right arm and applies a Triangle Chokehold.
Aware of the danger that now surrounds him, Chris Carson struggles to break free, but it's all useless, as Nikita retains a firm grip on his neck/arm/shoulder. With no other choice, Chris Carson lifts Nikita into the air, using his left arm, and then drops her down with a powerbomb. Not relinquishing the hold, Chris Carson is forced to hoist Nikita up one more time. And again, he brings her down to the mat with a more forceful powerbomb, which does its damage and breaks himself free.
Taking a moment to try and convalesce, "The Creep" shrugs off the submission attempt and starts kicking and stomping at Nikita's head, wishing to keep her floored. After these kicks, he lifts her up, deciding to only take her back down seconds later, using a brainbuster. Up to his feet, he bounces off the nearest set of ropes and returns with a leaping kneedrop across the base of Nikita's skull.
Sitting Nikita up, he jams his right knee into her back, while wrenching her right arm over her neck, while reaching around with his very own left arm, which he uses to headlock Nikita. Cramped up, Nikita has nowhere to go, being forced to listen in to the fans that chant for her, wanting her to escape and overcome Chris Carson's punishment. Subsequently, the chants help her to her feet, allowing her to escape from having "The Creep"'s knee jam into her back.
Striking "The Creep" with a series of elbows to the gut, Nikita finds her freedom and decides to charge into the ropes, gaining a burst of speed. Sadly, though, her efforts are quickly deflated, as Chris Carson reaches ahead, grabs onto her long, flowing hair and snaps her down to the canvas.
A round of jeers pour in from the audience, as Chris Carson deviously stands above Nikita. After stomping on her face a few times, he stands her back up, places her into a suplex position and hoists her up. Allowing her to vault forward, he uses the ropes to perform a slingshot-suplex, slamming her back onto the canvas. Slowly, he smirks and goes for a cover.
...1...
When the referee counts to one, Nikita calmly kicks out, showing that she still has a lot left in the tank.
Displeased, Chris Carson roars at the referee, wanting a faster count, and then lifts Nikita up. Headbutting her, he throws her into the corner, where he proceeds to kick and stomp her. Lifting her onto his right shoulder, he sits her on the top rope, slaps her and then goes to climb up alongside her.
Climbing up to the second rope, he strikes her with some punches, but she soon fires back with some forearms, punches, slaps and chops of her own. After striking Chris Carson with a resounding blow to the chest, she is able to shove him off, dropping him to the canvas. He quickly rises, not wanting to give Nikita a chance to recover. However, she immediately leaps through the air and hits a flying dropkick to Chris Carson's left knee, hoping to ake advantage of his older legs, wanting to pop a kneecap out of place.
Hunched over, forced down to one knee -- his right, Chris Carson can only watch as Nikita bounces off the ropes and return with a seated-dropkick to the side of his head, which pops him back up, forcing him to stumble around. Just as quickly as she connected with a dropkick, Nikita leaps back up, bounces off the ropes and returns with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors, which she is able to swing through, land on her feet next to "The Creep", and then roll-through with a side-by-side rollup!
At first, the referee begins his count...
...1...
However, the referee stops, once he realizes Nikita has converted the pinfall into a knee-bar, hoping to injure his left knee even further.
The fans stand on their feet, hoping that Nikita can put away Chris Carson, but he rallies and is eventually able to reach the bottom rope. Seeing this, the referee forces Nikita to release the hold, which she quickly obliges.
Standing up, she kicks at Chris Carson's left knee, but is outwitted by Carson, who reaches up, grabs onto her tights and falls back, allowing her to smash face-first into the middle turnbuckle, much to the displeasure of the fans.
Grimacing, Chris Carson stands to his feet, uses his right knee to bash Nikita's skull into the middle-turnbuckle pad even more, scowling at the fans while doing so. Forcing Nikita up, he strikes her with a throat-thrust, knocking the wind out of her trachea, allowing him to then lift her up onto his right shoulder and drop back, hotshotting Nikita throat-first across the top rope!
With the fans in a moral dismay, Chris Carson drags Nikita into the center of the ring; and slowly and deliberately drops her down with a neckbreaker, a move he calls "The C.C. Cracker"! Covering Nikita, he yells at the referee to hurry up and drop down.
...1...2...
However, when the two-count is made, Chris Carson lifts Nikita up, breaking his very own pinfall. This act of arrogance is enough to rile the fans up even more, forcing Chris Carson's cheshire-like smile to widen.
Dropping Nikita back onto the mat, he slides out to the floor, throws a fan out of his seat and then takes that fan's chair. Sliding inside, with the chair in hand, Chris Carson stands above Nikita, apparently very willing to disqualify himself, perhaps to show a point. Like a vulture, he roams around Nikita, watching as she slowly rises, positioning the chair above his head, waiting to crack it across Nikita's skull.
Just as he does this, though, a loud ovation erupts from the fans. Running out, from the backstage area, is Morgana, who leaps onto the side of the apron, grabbing onto the chair. Surprised, Chris Carson turns around, looking at Morgana, who has stolen the chair from his hands. He goes to make a swipe at her, but Morgy drops off the apron, with the chair in hand, forcing "The Creep" to miss her.
With his back turned, Chris Carson is unable to see that Nikita has crept up behind him. Tucking her left leg beneath his right armpit, she reverse-wheel barrow rolls him, allowing her to sunset-flip him, giving her a pinfall. Caught off-guard, Chris Carson barely has any time to react.
...1...2...3!
When the three is made, Nikita instantaneously rolls out of the ring, holding her arm high in the air. She is congratulated by Morgana, who simply walks to the back, dropping the chair Chris Carson had tried to use. The fans celebrate with Nikita, who makes a victorious return.
Chris Carson, on the other hand, has his return ruined and is thus shocked and horrified inside of the ring. In here, he kicks the ropes and strikes the turnbuckle pads, blaming everything on Morgana. Even as Nikita exits to the back, he remains in the ring, not liking what has just occured.
Winner: Nikita
Corey Page is in the back, still kind of aloof, not saying much. His attention is suddenly diverted by Buck Travis, who steps into the scene, along with Johnnyboy -- aka "The Day Laborer". Buck gently taps Corey on the shoulder, surprising the SW owner, who turns attentively around, wondering what Buck Travis wants.
Corey Page: Uhm, what?
Buck Travis: Uh, sir, y'see, I just need to tell ya somethin'.
Corey Page: What? What is it?
Buck Travis: I just gots to say that The Masked Day Laborer is no more. It's now all about The Day Laborer. And he's going to kick Dan Black's ass for what he did last week.
Buck points to Johnnyboy, who happily nods.
Corey Page: What the...?
Corey Page looks both men up-and-down, trying to figure out what the fuck is going on.
Corey Page: Well, what the Jesus? The Masked Day Laborer is who has been advertised; and goddamnit, that's what the fans get. So, you...
Corey points at Johnnyboy.
Corey Page: You go put a mop or something on your head; because, goddamnit, there will be a Masked day Laborer wrestling tonight! You hear me?! And if you don't like that, both of you can lick my nuts and fuck off. If there's no Masked Day Laborers out there, you will be forced to forfeit the match; and you'll have no more title shots. You got me?!
Buck and Johnnyboy share a quick look.
Buck Travis: Uh... y- yes, sir.
Buck and Johnnyboy -- The Day Laborer -- quickly scurry off, with Johnnyboy being forced to be The Masked Day Laborer.
The image opens to the backstage area, where Jimmy Luciano is shown, with his back to the camera, talking to someone that stands in front of him. Jimmy, the former Lust Champion, doesn't speak, as he opts to listen in on the whining done by the person standing ahead of him. Stepping to the side, the unknown person is shown to be a random skinhead, holding some sort of skin-bronzing canister in his hand.
Skinhead: You told me this wouldn't have any side-effects! I went against one of my own heroes, and look what happened to me! I got beaten by Chris Extreme... who... who... who is like an idol to me! You said your plan would work out; that if I dressed like you... if I looked like you, I would win. You were busy with other things and you "bought me out", claiming to make me rich, and... look at this! Look what this did to me!
The skinhead holds his arm up, showing off a blistering rash. In response, Jimmy Luciano coolly snickers, not caring much about the well-being of the man in front of him.
Skinhead: You said this would work out fine! Now where's my money?!
Jimmy Luciano: Relax, you sound like a bitter ex-girlfriend.
Jimmy Luciano reaches into the pocket of his pants, pulls out a wad of cash and flings it at the skinhead's chest, prompting him to stingily grasp for the money, smashing himself against his rashed chest, in the process. Letting out a smell yelp, the skinhead begins counting the bills.
Skinhead: God, that hurt.
Jimmy Luciano walks off to the side, while the camera pulls away, showing a cryptic image standing at the outer portion of the door, listening in on the prior conversation. Chris Extreme stands with his back against the wall, sneering, while rubbing his dog, Roscoe. With an idea apparently popping into his head, Chris doesn't realize that he is now scratching Roscoe's crotch.
Whimpering, the dog's leg feverishly thrashes about and Chris Extreme ponders an evil thought.
Video from several hours -- or maybe even days -- ago is shown on the screen. It's approximately dusk and Dan Black is outside, covered in by a hazy fog, and with a shovel in his hand. He apparently has a cameraman with him, as he points to the cameraman, giving him directions.
Dan Black: You... pay attention. Focus on me.
Astute to Dan's plans, the camera does indeed focus on him, watching as Dan Black digs the shovel into the ground, picks up a clump of dirt and heaves it to the side. In due time, Dan drops the shovel and turns back to the camera.
Dan Black: What you see here is the beginning of my new war. First, it was with the goths... then, it was against the women... but now, it's against the Mexicans. Those Day Laborers think they can walk in on me and steal my time, then they are dead wrong. They think they can walk in and steal my title, then they're wrong, yet again. Look down...
Dan grabs the camera, focusing it on the ground. Residing inside is the Purity Title, which is supposed to be up for grabs at Eternity #15.
Dan Black: That right there is the Purity Title -- which had been vacated thanks to Roxy Erikson being a drugged-up whore. You can all thank Chris Carson for handing this to me; but now... now it gets buried.
Picking up the shovel once more, he begins to dump the dirt back on the title.
Dan Black: This is only step one. I don't care if I win this title; not anymore. Now, it's all about killing those goddamn Mexicans and proving my rankings in Sin Wrestling. If you shitheads want this -- and the other titles back, you'll have to earn it.
Dan pushes the camera away, forcing the cameraman to fall on his back. He then walks off, still with the shovel in hand. The image fades out and we return to present time.
The camera returns to the ringside area, showing Dan Black already standing in the middle of the ring, holding a microphone in his clutches.
Dan Black: You know, I don't ask for that fucking much. I could have dealt with having to wrestle in this crappy state, even in this crappy bingo hall... but guess what? Once again, the "Powers That Be" of Sin refused to give me directions, so I got here by sheer misfortune.
Dan smirks while the crowd boos.
Dan Black: But I've decided to take matters into my own hands. See I've started with the Purity Title -- I buried it. So what if I become the new Purity Champ tonight? Who cares, really? That piece of garbage is buried beneath the earth. And what if someone else becomes champ? Well then, when Sin starts giving me detailed directions and addresses to the location of the events, you can find the title. Until then, I'll leave everyone with a clue: it's somewhere within the United States!
Dan Black drops the microphone, sneers and waits for the rest of his opponents.
Sebastian York walks out as "Can't tell me Nothing" by Kanye West begins to blast throughout the arena. Stopping to take a look at the crowd, he smiles and then saunters to the ring, slapping hands with the fans as he makes his way to the squared circle. Finally, he reaches the ring, and slides in, waiting for the bell to ring.
FO SHO!
"Streets of Bakersfield" by Dwight Yoakam and Buck Owens plays over the arena loudspeakers, as the crowd lets out a large cheer for the entrance for the Streets of Bakersfield 2.1, lovable misfits to the Sin Wrestling audience. A large cloud of smoke fills the top of the entranceway, as a pickup truck appears at the top of the ramp, with Buck Travis behind the wheel. He honks twice... and Johnnyboy, The Day Laborer, hops onto the flatbed... followed by the regular Masked Day Laborer!
Confusion is abound and both The Day Laborer and The Masked Day Laborer make their way to the match, slide into the ring and inform the referee that they will be working together.
Unfortunately for them, though, Dan Black doesn't really care, as he starts things off by attacking both Day Laborers from behind. Taking Johnnyboy and flinging him over the top rope and onto the floor, Dan Black singles out The Masked Day Laborer, corners him and begins to kick him, while Chris Staggs and Sebastian York stand back, watching things unfold.
With a great feat of strength, Dan Black tosses The Masked Day Laborer out of the corner, sending him flying into the opposite corner. Watching The Masked Day Laborer rise, Dan Black goes to charge forward, only to have Johnnyboy reach inside of the ring and cling onto Dan's right foot, halting him.
Surprised, Dan looks down, not realizing that Chris Staggs has finally decided to involve himself. Staggs leaps through the air, lands on Dan Black's back and wrangles himself, trying to bring Dan down. Sadly, though, Dan remains on his feet, while Staggs squirms back and forth, unable to bring the big man down. Instead, Dan flips him over his right shoulder, smashing Staggs down onto the canvas.
Finally deciding to take part, Sebastian York moves in and delivers a faint seated-dropkick to Dan Black's knee, not doing much except to annoy Dan and to remove his attention away from Johnnyboy, who is making his way to the top turnbuckle pad. Leaping off, Johnnyboy flies through the air and connects with a flying dropkick to the back of Dan's head, sending him stumbling forward, walking directly into a European-uppercut from Sebastian York, who immediately gets to work on Dan, much to the joy of the fans.
York, an up-and-coming star, forces Dan against the ropes, keeping him held there with some punches. Backing off, he goes to charge forward, hoping to hit a clothesline, but Dan is able to easily see it coming. Thinking quickly, he ducks down, sending Sebastian York up-and-over the top rope, where he lands on the side of the apron.
Sebastian, who uses his own quick thought, too, stands on the apron, watching as Dan turns around. Grabbing onto the former Purity Champ's head, Sebastian jumps down, delivering a guillotine-neckbreaker across the top rope, sending Dan Black stumbling backwards. Upon seeing this, The Masked Day Laborer rises to his feet, bounces off the ropes and then returns with a leaping Shining Wizard, knocking Dan Black off his feet!
He makes the cover...!
...1...2...
Unfortunately for one-half of The Day Laborers, Chris Staggs breaks the pinfall up with a simple kick to the head. Rallying the fans behind him, Chris lifts The Masked Day Laborer up to his feet, atomic drops him, turns around and bounces off the ropes to do some more damage. Before he can fully rebound, though, Johnnyboy shoves The Masked Day Laborer away, allowing him to catch Chris Staggs with a kick to the gut. From here, Johnnyboy delivers a double-underarm DDT, dropping Staggs face-first into the mat.
Not only that, but Johnnyboy covers Staggs, with The Masked Day Laborer climbing atop the pile, too, trying to get Dan eliminated.
...1...
...Except Chris Staggs easily kicks out, finding enough effort to slide out between both Day Laborers, who remain confused about Chris Staggs's whereabouts.
As The Day Laborers remain on their knees, looking for their eccentric opponent, they both receive a tap on their shoulder. It's Chris Staggs, who comes up behind them and hits a seated-dropkick, hitting both men with a boot to the chest, while Dan Black rolls out to the floor with Sebastian York.
Outside, Sebastian York and Dan Black begin to brawl back-and-forth, with Sebastian hammering Dan's face off the ring steps, wanting to daze the life out of him. Furthermore, Sebastian even Irish-whips Dan Black into the ring post, steps back and then charges forward. Leaping up, he hopes to smash Dan against the post, but his plan is thwarted when Dan's strength is shown.
Caught in mid-air, Sebastian York can only squirm and struggle for freedom, as Dan Black swings his body into the ring post, a quite reversal of fortune. Letting Sebastian crumble to the ground, Dan Black stands over him, stomps at him and then commences choking him with his left foot.
Meanwhile, in the ring, the trio of Chris Staggs, Johnnyboy and The Masked Day Laborer have once again risen to their feet. Grabbing both Day Laborers by the head, Chris Staggs smacks them together, forcing them to headbutt each other. Following that up, he then performs a headbutt to both men, seconding that with a singular headbutt to The Masked Day Laborer -- and then another singular headbutt to Johnnyboy.
The headbutts become so consistent, that Johnnyboy and The Masked Day Laborer accidentally headbutt each other... followed by Chris Staggs giving both men another headbutt. He then turns around and headbutts Dan Black, who rolls back into the ring.
Realizing the big mistake he has just made, Chris Staggs shakes his head, trying to get away from the monstrous grip of Dan Black. His attempt is futile, however; as when Chris turns away, Dan Black reaches out, grabs his neck and then throws him towards The Day Laborers, knocking everyone down like bowling pins.
Stomping Chris Staggs out of the ring, Dan Black, the man who has buried the Purity Title, picks Johnnyboy up and powerfully drives him down onto the canvas with a devestating powerbomb! He goes to do the same to The Masked Day Laborer, but just as he hoists the masked-man onto his shoulders, Sebastian York rolls into the ring and immediately clips Dan's right leg out from beneath him.
Like a tree falling in a forest, Dan topples over, allowing for Sebastian York to get to his feet and commence stomping at him. Again, Dan shows his resilience by throwing Sebastian off, pushing him towards the ropes. However, Sebastian York rebounds and comes right back with a startling blow to the side of Dan's temple, knocking him back. Sebastian bounces off the ropes again; and this time, with some help from a kneeling Masked Day Laborer, Sebastian is able to sending Dan Black sailing out of the ring, thanks to a running-dropkick.
Falling out of the ring, Dan Black lands on both feet, but dangerously wobbles, unable to stop Sebastian York, who bounces off the furthest set of ropes and leaps over the top rope. Sebastian appears to look for a suicide dive, but Dan Black's strength again reigns supreme, allowing him to catch Sebastian in mid-air. This doesn't last too long, though, as inside of the ring, The Masked Day Laborer begins climbing to the top rope.
Diving through the air with a moonsault, The Masked Day Laborer takes down both Dan Black and Sebastian York, spilling everyone at the fan's feet.
The fans instantly rise to their feet, praising the action... all while Sebastian York slowly rises, slides inside, just as Johnnyboy climbs to the adjacent top turnbuckle pad. Watching as Dan Black slowly rises, Johnnyboy somersaults off the top rope, catching Dan by surprise, bringing them both down with a flying tope-con-hilo off the top rope!
Again, another chant of amazement rings out, with sebastian York rolling himself up. Watching as The Day Laborers rise, along with a more worn-down Dan Black, Sebastian York charges ahead and hits a somersault plancha over the top rope onto everyone on the floor!
A mess of bodies remain on the bingo hall floor, as Chris Staggs finally stumbles into the middle of the ring, seeing the carnage on the outside. Playing to the fans, who cheer him on, he walks into the corner, where he ascends to the top rope. Giving one more shout-out to the fans, he jumps off, hitting a crossbody dive out onto everyone on the floor, sending arms, legs and various other bodies spilling all over the place.
Wasting no time, Chris Staggs picks up Johnnyboy, one half of The Day Laborers, and rolls him inside. After hitting an inverted-DDT, which he calls The Dumber, Chris Staggs rolls atop Johnnyboy, looking for the pinfall.
...1...2...
However, at the count of two, The Masked Day Laborer slides in, leaps through the air and drops two knees across Chris Staggs's back. Having the count stopped, The Masked Day Laborer goes to pick up Staggs, only to have Chris quickly blindside him with an inside-cradle. The referee counts...
...1...2...
This time, it's Johnnyboy that reaches out and happens to pluck Chris Staggs off The Masked Day Laborer.
Frustrated, Chris Staggs stands to his feet, only to walk right into a running big-boot to the face from a re-entering Dan Black! The force of the impact is enough to knock Chris onto his back and out to the floor, leaving Dan Black inside the ring with the two Mexicans. When they become aware of their situation, The Day Laborers tap each other and decide to do something about it.
They charge.
But it fails.
It fails thanks to both men running directly into a double-sidewalk slam from Dan Black, who lays them both out on their back. Popping The Masked Day Laborer right back up, lifting him with the mask, Dan Black hoists him into the air -- into a powerbomb position -- only to drop him down, laterally, onto Johnnyboy! Dan makes the cover.
...1...2...3!
Eliminated: Johnnyboy and The Masked Day Laborer
Elated at removing The Day Laborers from the match, Dan Black rises to his feet, holding his hands in the air, while the referee aides the Mexican partners in getting to the floor. His celebration doesn't last long, as Sebastian York quickly slides inside, connecting with a spin wheel kick, knocking Dan Black into the ropes.
Hoping to follow up from the previous maneuver, Sebastian goes right after Dan, hoping to beat him with some punches. However, Sebastian's brawling is thwarted when Dan Black hammers him back with a vicious punch of his own.
Knocked delirious, Sebastian York stumbles back, only to walk right into a kick to the gut from Dan Black, who then positions him into a standing headscissors position. Before he can lift Sebastian up, though, Chris Staggs comes back into view, charges across the ring and then attempts a crossbody at Dan Black, who was in the midst of hoisting Sebastian York up.
Seeing this, Dan shoves Sebastian aside, allowing him to grab onto a flying Chris Staggs. Unfortunately for Staggs, he is caught by Dan Black, who travels around the ring with him in his arms... only to have his feet swept out from beneath him! By The Day Laborers, nonetheless!
On the floor, Johnnyboy has latched onto Dan Black's left foot, while The Masked Day Laborer grabs Dan's right. Thanks to The Day Laborers sweeping his feet from beneath him, Dan Black falls onto his back, allowing for Chris Staggs to crashland onto Dan.
Chris makes the pinfall, while Johnnyboy and The Masked Day Laborer hold Dan Black's feet down.
...1...2...3!
Eliminated: Dan Black
Absolutely stunned with the elimination, Dan Black throws Chris Staggs to the side, watching as the two playful Mexicans make their way to the back, laughing amongst themselves and the fans, who also find humor in Dan Black's demise. At first, Dan hesitantly exits the ring, but upon eyeing The Day Laborers, he swiftly hustles after them, wanting to gain revenge.
With only two people left, Chris Staggs and Sebastian York, the next pinfall will win things. Obvious to this fact, Sebastian York deftly rolls Chris up from behind, using a schoolboy-rollup in his favor.
...1...2...
Surprised, Chris Staggs kicks out, only to have Sebastian York quickly apply a half-nelson rollup. Again, the referee counts...
...1...2...
Once more, Chris Staggs kicks out, but is still unable to get completely to his feet. Before he can make any sort of movement, Sebastian York is again immediately on him, striking him with a punch to the head and the back. Backed into the corner, Staggs is struck with a flurry of kick and is then whipped across the ring, with Sebastian hopefully crashing in behind him.
Realizing the predicament he is in, Chris Staggs uses the top rope to push himself into the air, allowing him to propel himself up-and-over York. Landing on his feet, Staggs instantly waistlocks York and flings him overhead with a release German suplex!
After dumping Sebastian York on his head, Chris Staggs stomps on York, climbs to the top rope and positions himself into a moonsault variation. Before leaping off, he points at a camera, says "This if for you, Stevie!", does a Macarena dance and then flips back.
...but misses!
When Chris Staggs is halfway through the air, Sebastian York rolls towards the corner, resulting in Staggs slamming himself front-first onto the canvas. Taking advantage of this, Sebastian York slinks to his feet, using the top rope to stand himself up. Watching as Chris Staggs remains hunched over, Sebastian steps towards him, hooks him up and then brings him down with "The Hunger", a swinging fisherman's buster!
Rolling onto Chris, Sebastian York makes the count, hoping that one of his favorite maneuvers has gotten him the victory.
...1...2...
Chris Staggs places his right foot on the bottom rope!
Stunned, Sebastian York eagerly sits Staggs up, wanting to finish him off; but Staggs fights back, striking York with a multitude of elbows to the gut. Despite these elbow-shots, Sebastian York is still able to maintain his positioning, feigning Staggs away with a sneaky knee to the face.
Attempting a suplex, Sebastian goes to lift Staggs up, but the ever-eccentric Staggs blocks it. Instead, he reverses the suplex, hoists Sebastian up and then drops him down with a Falcon Arrow!
Both men take a moment to regain their senses, with Chris Staggs being the first up. Right away, he latches onto Sebastian York's head with a front-facelock, but York pushes him into the corner. Nevertheless, Staggs is able to maintain his stance, as he climbs to the second rope and swings out, hoping to hit a Tornado-DDT.
Keeping his wits, Sebastian allows for Staggs to swing around, only to place him down on his feet, failing at the Tornado-DDT attempt. Despite that, Chris Staggs soon changes that, hitting his second "The Dumber" DDT of the night! With Sebastian down, Staggs gets up, moonwalks and goes to hit a standing moonsault!
But just like the last moonsault attempt, Staggs flubs it. Alternatively, he lands across Sebastian's knees, having them jammed into his ribcage. Hunched over, Chris Staggs stumbles around, holding his ribs, oblivious to the fact that Sebastian York has risen behind him. Like a modified rewind of the last moonsault attempt, Chris Staggs stumbles directly into "The Hunger"!
This time, Sebastian York covers Staggs in the middle of the ring, even hooking a leg.
...1...2...3!
Victorious, Sebastian York has his hand raised by the referee. However, thanks to Dan Black burying the Purity Title prior to tonight's event, he cannot be physically rewarded with the title. Even so, Sebastian York is the new Purity Champ and will be recognized as such, despite the disappointment of not physically having the title.
He walks to the back, slapping the hands of several fans, while Chris Staggs stumbles out of the ring, saying he should have fought harder for Stevie Swing.
Winner: Sebastian York
The Electric Six's "Dance Epidemic" hits, and the fans start to boo, as Stevie Swing appears at the entrance, holding a microphone in his hand, looking ready to announce something. He smiles before busting a move at the top of the ramp, drawing more heat. Stevie then rushes the ring and slides in under the bottom rope, listening to the boos pour in from the fans that are still upset with the revelation from the prior pay per view.
Shrugging off the jeers, Stevie Swing looks around at the crowd and then places the microphone up to his mouth.
Stevie Swing: I'm going to make this short and sweet, unlike many other long-winded nuisances.
He continues to be jeered by the fans at the bingo hall, even capturing a bottle being thrown at him.
Stevie Swing: Hey, that's not very nice! I'm being nice to all of you!
Yet another bottle is thrown at his head, forcing him to duck.
Stevie Swing: Hey--! Fine, I'll get to the point, you bunch of monsters! I know all of you want to watch the match you've all came here for. You've all been waiting for it to happen; for the match to be official. Well, it's time. I, Stevie Swing, am now officially bringing you the match you have all came here to witness, against you-know-who... bring her out!
With everyone anticipating the arrival of Adora, they stand to their, quite surprised when a crocodile and its handler make their way out from the entrance.
Stevie Swing: Yes, that's right! It's Stevie Swing versus Julie the Crocodile, part II! I'll make you proud, Stevie Irwin!
Even though they like the idea of Stevie Swing battling a crocodile, it isn't exactly what the fans expected -- or truly wanted to see. Coincidentally, Stevie Swing stands in the ring, rolls up his sleeves and watches as the crododile's handler leads the wild animal towards the ringside area, snapping at a few fans along the way.
Stevie Swing: Come on, you old bitch, get in the ring!
After verbally assaulting the crododile, "Somewhere" by Soundgarden hits and Adora promptly emerges from backstage area, getting a loud ovation from the fans that tire of Stevie Swing's actions. Upon realizing this, Stevie stands still, watching as Adora makes her way out, walking slowly down the entranceway, stopping near the crocodile to pat her on the head.
Stevie Swing: Hey, don't touch that crocodile! I swear to God, if you get in the ring right now, I will kill that crocodile and send her to you as a pair of shoes. I will do it right here, in the middle of this very ring, too. So, stay back! This is my time -- this is the Dancing King's time!
Stevie does an impromptu dance, all while Adora stands outside of the ring, shaking her head in disbelief. With the Television Title around her waist, she receives a microphone from the ring attendance and starts to speak into it.
Adora: No worries. I'm not entering... not yet, anyhow. But you see, Stevie, you won't be facing an alligator tonight, no... Stevie, tonight, you are facing me!
She even points to the cage walls that are leaning against the wall in the far side of the bingo hall.
Adora: Not only that, but there'll be no one to interrupt us. There'll be no one to stop the match from taking place. It'll just be you and I... for this title... inside of that steel cage!
Responding to this, the fans let out a loud cheer, which startles the crocodile. Adora pats the crocodile on the head again, trying to calm her down.
Adora: Furthermore, how dare you take an animal like this out of the wild. What the hell were you thinking?!
An agitated Stevie Swing stands in the ring, with his desire to win the Television Title being the only thing on his mind.
Stevie Swing: You know, at first, I liked you Wifeys. I admired you Wifeys. But now... you Wifeys have been pretty bitchy. I swear to God, by the end of the night, not only will I take that title away from you, but I'll feed you to that alligator. How about that for some animal welfare?!
Adora: Hey, try it.
Dropping the microphone, Adora heads to the back, getting a grand cheer from the fans that admire her, leaving Stevie Swing in a fuss inside of the ring.
The skinhead that had been talking to Jimmy Luciano earlier in the evening is shown in the backstage area, once again. Just like how we left off, he is counting his money, making sure he hasn't been wrong by Luciano.
Skinhead: Nope... it's all there. Thank fucking God.
Rounding the corner behind him is Chris Extreme, who is walking Roscoe, and has his Lust Title strapped around his waist. A fit of anger suddenly washes over him, feeling betrayed by the skinhead that had been "bought out" by Jimmy Luciano, and he thus decides to fling off his title, dropping it to the floor, and demands that Roscoe attacks the traitor.
Chris Extreme: You traitorous faggot!
Hearing Chris Extreme's roar, the skinhead turns around, notices the angry Nazi and bursts into action.
Skinhead: Oh God, I didn't mean it! I'm sorry... he paid me good money!
Chris Extreme: You traitorous douche! Get him, Roscoe!
Skinhead: Agh!
The skinhead runs off, wanting no part of Roscoe, Chris Extreme's guard-dog. Unfortunately, Roscoe stands still, sniffing his behind, instead of chasing after the traitorous skinhead.
Chris Extreme: I said 'sic him'!
Chris gives the dog a swift kick in the asshole, forcing the dog to let out a loud bark. In response, Roscoe darts forward, in quick chase of the skinhead.
Chris Extreme: That's much better! Get him! Get him! Go!
Following behind, leaving his title on the floor, Chris chases after the skinhead and Roscoe. Now with no one around, Dan Black conspicuously walks into the scene, notices the Lust Title laying alone on the floor, smirks, picks it up and then hoists it over his right shoulder.
Dan Black: That was easier than I thought.
He walks off, glad to have taken the belt away, with devious intent for it.
All of a sudden, the following flashes on the screen...
IMMORTAL LEGEND STATUS
THE PAST.
THE PRESENT.
THE FUTURE.
"Show Me What You Got" by Jay-Z hits over the P.A. as the lights start to flicker until it becomes pitch black for a brief moment. The smoke clears, and Jimmy Luciano is standing at the top of the entrance ramp with his hands raised up. Luciano is wearing the usual black ring attire. He walks down slowly pacing himself. He then walks up the stairs, turns for a brief second and finally enters the ring… The crowd erupts. A “Luci” chant breaks out.
oh make me over
i'm all i want to be
a walking study
in demonology
The arena darkens as the first chords of "Celebrity Skin" by the Hole tear through the sound system, sparking the words "Morgana" to etch across the blank screen in bold pink script, accompanied by images of Morgana. The crowd cheers loudly as Morgana saunters out from back stage, wearing a miniscule pink and black skort, black fishnets, knee-high boots and a tight black tank top, her pink hair pulled into two loose braids. Basking in the cheers of the crowd, Morgy slowly makes her way to the ring, pausing every so often to blow kisses to fans in the front row before bending to slip between the top and middle ropes.
you want a part of me?
well, i'm not selling cheap
no, i'm not selling cheap
"Celebrity Skin" dies over the speakers as Morgy parades confidently around the ring, waiting for the match to begin. At ringside, she notices modest Hollywood actor, Michael Cera, waves and then winks to him. Embarassed, he waves back, while she prepares for her match.
As the bell rings, the two fan-favorites slowly circle each other, looking for an opening to take an early advantage. Eventually, both man and woman lock-up, with Jimmy Luciano using his power-advantage to headlock Morgana, hoping to gain a World Title shot if he defeats her. Backing Jimmy into the ropes, Morgana is able to claw him off her, resulting in him bouncing off the ropes. Upon his rebound, he crash-lands into Morgy, hammering her with a clean shoulderblock, knocking her onto her back.
This feeling out process continues for the next several minutes, with Morgana doing her best to avoid every one of Luciano's grapples. After one grapple attempt, she is able to sneak behind him, leap onto his shoulders and then swing around, luckily bringing him down with a spinning hurricanrana. However, Luciano is able to easily roll through this move, giving him the chance to bound to his feet, turn around and then massively clothesline Morgana, nearly knocking her out of her shoes.
Luciano proceeds to stomp, kick and strike Morgana, hoping to wear her down and remove her high-flying ability. Whipping her into the ropes, he proves this to be a bad mistake, as she is able to return with a kick to the face, which catches him off-guard. Jumping onto Luciano's back, Morgana propels herself into the air, somersaults and then catches him on the way-down with another hurricanrana!
Forcing Luciano to spill to the floor, Morgana is quick to follow up on her previous actions. Using the top rope, she is able to springboard herself through the air and corkscrew shooting-star presses herself to the floor, landing hard on Luciano, taking him down! Not only that, but she then hops onto the ring apron and hits a top-rope springboard 450 degree moonsault, crashing down onto Luciano, yet again!
After two straight high-flying moves, Morgana is definitely out of breath, so she takes her time in bringing Luciano back inside. Unfortunately for the World Champ, this works against her, as Luciano, like an angry bulldog, is able to smack her around on the floor. After blasting her face across the ring apron, he effortlessly Russian legsweeps her onto the floor, the back of her skull hitting the cold, hard concrete.
When the match resumes inside of the ring, Jimmy Luciano maintains his control over Morgy. Bending her over, he kicks her in the chest, applies a gutwrench and then goes to gutwrench-powerbomb her. However, before she can be slammed to the canvas, she is able to backflip off Luciano's shoulders, allowing her to land on her feet. Frustrated by this, Luciano throws a lariat at Morgana, which she immediately ducks. Running to the side, she springboards off the middle rope and comes flying back, contorting her body around, so that she is able to armdrag Luciano down.
Both competitors rise to their feet at approximately the same time. Again, Luciano tries for another lariat, but Morgana is able to use her speed into her advantage. Crucifixing Luciano, she rolls him up...
...1...2...
However, Luciano kicks out.
Stepping back, Morgana allows for Jimmy Luciano, the former Lust Champion, to stand. Before she can fling herself off, though, Luciano charges into the corner, delivering a harsh running-forearm into Morgana's left leg, crotching her on the top rope. Wasting little time, he climbs up to the second rope, where he then places a chokehold on Morgana, apparently ready to chokeslam her.
As he hoists her up, hoping to heave her through the air, Luciano is taken aback when Morgy is able to reverse the chokeslam-attempt by wrapping her legs around his head and flinging him off the middle turnbuckle with a hurricanrana!
Standing back, she allows for Jimmy to stand, deciding to rush forward once he gets on two feet. Speeding forward, she jumps onto his shoulders, looking for yet another hurricanrana, but he holds her, not allowing her to roll through with the move. In lieu of this, he is able to drop her down with a powerbomb and then roll her up with a jack-knife pinfall motion.
The referee counts...
...1...2...
At the count of two, Morgana easily kicks out!
Agitated, it doesn't take long for Luciano to lift Morgana up and unleash some more damage onto her. Cornering her, he strikes her with some punches to the face and gut, wishing to keep her cut-off from taking any sort of advantage. Taking three-or-four steps back, he decides to charge ahead, hoping to squash Morgana against the turnbuckle pads. Luckily for the champ, she is well-aware of this attack, as she is able to lean back, enabling her to strike Luciano's chest with both of her feet.
Winded, Luciano turns around, only to witness Morgana charging right at him. She grabs onto his head, trying to hit the Fata Morgana, but he uses his power to hold his ground, resulting in him dumping Morgy behind him. Fortunately for Morgy, she is able to swing her body around and land on her two feet. Charging at Luciano, she rolls her body towards him, wraps both of her legs around his head and slowly-but-surely lifts herself onto his shoulders. Up here, she swats at his bald head, slapping him around, severaly annoying him, when out of nowhere, she drops back, hitting a perfectly executed reverse-hurricanrana!
Seconds after being dropped on his head, Luciano is turned over by Morgy, who elevates herself to the top turnbuckle pads. Somersaulting off the top rope, she lands a flying double-stomp onto Luciano's chest, rolls through it and springs to the top rope, in the opposite corner. Gliding backwards, like paper floating in the wind, Morgana twirls her body around and crashes onto Luciano with the Morgasm!
She makes the cover...
...1...2...3!
Just as he three-count is made, Chris Carson slides into the ring, brutally attacking Morgana from behind, while Jimmy Luciano slides out of the ring.
Winner: Morgana
Alone in the ring with Chris Carson, Morgana lies on her knees, in a rack of pain, looking out at Michael Cera, the star of Juno and Superbad, whom she seems to have a crush on. Before she can do anything to save herself, though, the aptly named "The Creep" stalks over her, laughing at her meager attempt to rise. Removing his belt, he begins whipping her across the back, coupling that by kicking and stomping her into the canvas.
Standing over Morgana's fallen body, Chris Carson offers some more stomps and then places his knee into her back, digging it in, making her feel the wrath. Drumming some elbow and punches across her back, Chris Carson commences whipping her with the belt, even wrapping it around her throat, while yanking back, choking her, almost causing a riot in the audience.
The fans chant for Adora, not realizing that she is busy getting ready for her upcoming match, not liking the fact that Morgana is being beaten down and humiliated by "The Creep". Finally complete with choking Morgana with his belt, Chris Carson again stands and starts whipping her some more. Eventually, he removes a razor blade from his pocket and slices it across Morgana's forehead, making sure it's done in the direction of Michael Cera, Morgy's crush.
Tossing the blade down, Chris Carson hunches over the bloody Morgana, taunting her and grasping her hair. Seconds later, he applies his new signature move, "The Silencer", onto Morgana, allowing the blood to spill down her face and drip onto the canvas. Soon enough, a horde of officials charge to the ring, pulling Chris Carson away and check on Morgana, who is helped away from the ringside area, all in front of Michael Cera, who looks on, not knowing what to do.
Everyone is cleared out of the ring, except for a sole blotch of blood soaking up on the canvas.
Everyone in the audience is abuzz from the latest ringside happenings, getting even more taken aback when the song "I Hope You Die" by the Bloodhound Gang hits, giving way to Corey Page making his return. Walking towards the ring, with a microphone in hand, he walks around the ringside area, finally deciding to climb onto the apron and then step inside.
Upon entering, he tip-toes towards the ring ropes and lifts the microphone up to his mouth.
Corey Page: Tonight is all about SERIOUS FUCKING BUSINESS!
The crowd pops for Corey's rise in tone.
Corey Page: I have many things to discuss and announce. Number one, Flame has been shit-canned.
A mixed reaction comes in from the crowd.
Corey Page: Let's put this out there: stealing anabolic 'roids is not something we like here.
Boooo!
Corey Page: I agree.
Yayyyy!
Corey Page: That's better. Onto the next subject: Chris Carson, are you fucking insane? Bringing back the Tag Titles? Are you out of your old, goddamn mind?! We have no tag teams here in Sin Wrestling -- beyond, what, maybe 2 teams?! That doesn't make a goddamn division! How dare you try to undermine me and my authority! I'm Corey "Holy Fuck" Page, goddamnit! How dare you? I repeat, how dare you?!
Confusion swells, as people still don't zero in on what's going on.
Corey Page: What I'm saying is... there will be no tag team division. Not right now. There will be a future tag team tournament... but that won't be for titles. That'll be for the often mentioned Tag Team Trophies. "What's the difference, though?" you ask. I'll tell you.
He takes a deep breath, which is probably deserving.
Corey Page: The Tag Team Trophy tournaments consists of randomly mixed teams joining together, trying to be the last duo standing. You may be partnered with an enemy... or maybe even a friend. Needless to say, you will have to find some sort of common-ground in order to succeed.
The people inside of the bingo hall seem interested in this, thus Corey continues on.
Corey Page: The winners of each tournament will go on and defend their trophy in the next tournament, whether they like it or not. The next tournament could be weeks -- or maybe even months away. If someone's partner is no longer within Sin Wrestling, then the remaining partner gets to choose who he/she wants to team with for the next tourney. If both team members are gone, everyone has a chance, which also means we'll have new Tag Team Trophy winners, and they will have to defend at the next tournament, too.
Another deserved deep-breath. Hey, Corey Page has a lot to say; he's been away for a while.
Corey Page: So, Chris Carson, if you ever pull that stunt again, you woman-hating pile of smegma, I'll drop our truce and bop you right in the nose.
A relieved response is given from the fans, who stand and cheer for Corey Page's threat to Chris Carson, who has been quite unruly as of late.
Corey Page: Now, moving away from someone who is 80 years old and useless, I bring up Dan Black. Jesus Christ, have you been drinking from Flame's bag of 'roids, or what? You sure as hell look like it. Stealing our titles and burying them? Go right ahead; because I've got news to you -- at the next pay per view, Illusions, this Halloween, the Lust Title and the Purity Title get unified. That's goddamn right, you goddamn musclehead, roid-raging, misogynst, xenophobic retard. You want to play little games? Here's an idea: stick to beating up random Mexicans because I just one-upped you.
Some more cheers pour in from the audience, glad that Corey Page has put Dan Black in his place.
Corey Page: As for me, there'll be no more drinking, no more snorting Xanax...
He removes a bottle of pills, presumably xanax, out of his pocket and throws them into the crowd.
Corey Page: From here on out, Corey Page is all about serious motherfucking business; and no asshole, whores or shitheads are going to stop that. Everyone watched Chris Extreme's request for an Auschwitz Prison Deathmatch earlier? Because, guess what? I may hate that Nazi douchebag, but it's coming back; and it's coming back bigtime. It's happening at Illusions 4, goddamnit; and who knows, maybe someone will fucking die.
"Holy shit!" At least that's what the common response to Corey Page 'okay'ing the next Auschwitz Deathmatch is. The crowd is on their feet, thinking Corey Page has either lost his mind, or is trying to fix things.
Corey Page: I assure you, I haven't gone insane. It's time to fix the godforsaken shit that has been going on here. Kitty Extreme is gone, beer is gone, pills are gone; I'm fucking serious up in here! I'm high on life! Nikita, I'm going to rape you!
Rambling like a raving lunatic, Corey Page rambunctiously stomps around the ring, riling himself and the fans up. Realizing the last thing he said, he stops and asks for it to be stricken from the record.
Corey Page: Uh, forget that last part. But goddamnit, I'm back and I'm going to light a fire under all of these assholes in the back, even if it kills me. Now put that mother-f'n cage up! The only person wrestling with an alligator here, tonight, is me; not Stevie Swing, goddamnit. Get it up. Come on!
Slamming the microphone to the canvas, a breathless Corey Page hustles to the back, getting a loud cheer from the audience.
Dozens of Sin Wrestling official scour the ring, trying to put together the cage for tonight's main event as quickly as possible. When everything is pieced together and the time is right, the lights in the arena dim, getting ready for the main event.
The Electric Six's "Dance Epidemic" hits, and the fans start to boo, as Stevie Swing appears on the ramp. He smiles before busting a move at the top of the ramp, drawing more heat. Stevie then rushes towards the ring, climbs inside of the cage and waits for Adora, the Television Champion, to come out and defend her title. He wouldn't mind facing that crododile, too, but for now, he'll have to wait.
Standing in the center of the ring, surrounded by the steel cage, Stevie turns towards the entrance, waiting for the arrival of Adora, wanting to quickly apprehend her and beat her. Hunched over, he listens as "Somewhere" by Soundgarden plays on the loud-speakers, anticipating her arrival.
Unfortunately for Stevie, Adora has thought this one out.
Deciding to enter via the back-door; and no, that isn't a sexual euphemism, Adora saunters towards the cage, much to the delight of the fans that cheer her on. Ignoring all of this, Stevie's focus remains directed at the entrance, paying no attention to the fans, who watch Adora climb the cage, as if she were a rabid monkey.
Getting upset at Adora's apparent lack of entrance, Stevie Swing, who actually looks in no-shape to wrestle, shrugs his shoulders and wonders what to do next. Clueless, he rotates, not aware of the impending danger that's about to befall him. Just as Stevie completes the rotation, Adora leaps off the top of the cage, siwrling around in the air, perfectly executing a Shooting Star Press, crashing onto Stevie Swing!
With that amazing dive from Adora, things are all downhill from here for Stevie Swing.
Caught off-guard, there's no way that Stevie Swing can save himself from the offensive onslaught from Adora, who repeatedly hammers her fists into his skull over and over again. The viciousness continues, as Adora literally grabs onto both of Stevie's ears and starts pounding the back of his head off the canvas, possibly wanting to knock him unconscious.
Trying to find safety, Stevie tucks both legs into his chest and uses his feet to shove Adora away... but that doesn't last for long. As soon as Adora is kicked aside, she is right back on Stevie, Thesz-Pressing him and thrashing away at his head. Slipping out beneath her, he heads to the side of the cage and begins climbing up it, wanting to get away from the vengeful lady.
Adora has differing plans, though. Watching as Stevie tries to scurry up the side of the cage, she decides to charge forward, whisk her away up the side of a cage, leap off and jump to the side, connecting with a roundhouse kick to Stevie's face, knocking him all the way back down to the canvas.
Opting to continue striking Stevie, Adora corners him, stomping him in the corner. She even pushes herself into the air, using the middle rope to propel herself; and then comes storming back down with a swinging double-stomp to Stevie Swing's chest, leaving two footprints on his skin. As he lays in the corner, trying to catch his own breath, Adora wobbles over to the opposite corner, watching as Stevie squirms. Sprinting forward, she connects with a running seated-dropkick, leaving another imprint of her feet into Stevie Swing's chest.
Appearing to give up her attack on Stevie Swing, Adora begins to elevate herself up the side of the cage. About halfway up, she decides to turn around, watching as Stevie Swing struggles to his feet. Leaping off, she extends her right leg, jamming it behind Stevie's head, further smashing his face into the canvas!
Not letting up, Adora continues to kick, stomp and batter Stevie Swing, even standing on his back, while propping herself up onto the side of the cage. Dragging Steve back into the corner, she proceeds to stomp his chest some more, opting to then walk into the other opposite corner. Much like before, she decides to steamroll forward; this time, though, she somersaults through the air, about 3/4 of the way towards Stevie.
Even though he has suffered at Adora's vengeance, Stevie Swing is just able to slide himself to the side, resulting in Adora crashing upside-down in the corner.
In an act of defiance, Stevie Swing stumbles to his feet, still with imprints of Adora's feet on his body. Looking quite groggy, he grabs her hair, forces her up and then prompty European uppercuts her, snapping her head back. He then takes another clump of her hair and leads her face-first into the side of the steel cage, bashing her skull off one side... then another... and another. When the next decision is to be made, Stevie Swing doesn't have much thinking to do about the choice.
Irish-whipping Adora across the ring, a weaker Stevie Swing catches her upon her rebound, hoists her into the air and flapjacks her into the side ofthe cage -- head and face first. Immediately falling back, Adora unfortunately walks right into a backdrop-driver from Stevie, who dumps Adora on the back of her head!
Slowly sitting up, Stevie crawls towards the corner, easing his way up by holding onto the bars of the cage. Little by little, he makes his way about a third up the cage. Realizing this, an equally groggy Adora sits up and crawls towards him. Reaching up, she holds onto his foot, but he kicks her off. Attempting to climb some more, his effort fails as Adora reaches up and latches on, once again.
Stevie tries to shake himself free, but this time, Adora does not ease up. Clawing into Stevie Swing's right foot, she happens to drag him down, despite his gravest efforts. Deciding to climb up alongside him, Adora battles him with some chops and elbows, with both competitors vying to be the first out of the cage.
Looking for a sneak attack, Stevie gauges Adora in the eye, grabs onto her hair and smacks her face into the cage. In response, Adora retaliates by shrugging off the bump, and sends a knee to Stevie's kidneys. She even smashes his face off the cage, resulting in both of them trying to throw the other off the side of the cage. Oddly enough, it works... for both of them, as Adora and Stevie cling onto each other's hair and leaps off the cage, resulting in them both slamming to the canvas.
Movement is scarce and the pain sets in. Adora is the first up to her feet, followed close behind by Stevie Swing. Noticing that Adora is up first, Stevie throws his left foot towards her face, trying to nail a swift "Last Dance" superkick, hoping to finish this off, exit the cage and walk out as the new champ. Unfortunately, Adora ducks, his foot gets entangled in the cage and she spinning legsweeps his other leg out from beneath him.
Suffice to say, Stevie Swing is left hanging upside-down, caught in the side of the cage, with his leg stuck. With ample time, Adora kicks Stevie's chest one more time and starts ascending the side of the cage. As she nears the top, a dazed Stevie Swing tries to rip his own leg off, wanting to stop her, but she is able to easily climb over the edge. Seconds later, she is descending the cage, allowing herself to leap onto the floor, declaring herself the winner.
"Somewhere" by Soundgarden blasts on the speakers and Adora is handed the Television Title. Looking quite beaten, she walks to the back, celebrating her victory, much to the joy of the fans. Stevie Swing, meanwhile, remains hung upside-down on the side of the cage, looking very displeased.
Winner: Adora