Location: The Nevada Desert
Theme Music: Tool - "Aenema"
Ironically, the scene opens up not in The Nevada Desert, but inside of a dilapidated truck, which has Chris Extreme behind the wheel, sitting alongside the cameraman. He speeds frantically forward, finally deciding to speak up.
Chris Extreme: All right, we're almost here...
The truck drives past a green sign that reads "Welcome to Jena, Louisiana", prompting the cameraman to speak up.
Cameraman: Uh, where are we going?
Chris Extreme: You'll see, you'll see!
The duo drive past a blockade of protestors, all waving "Save the Jena 6!" flags and signs, shouting out "No justice! No peace! No racist police!" Snickering at them, their jeers soon turn towards Chris Extreme and his truck, which incidentally, has a noose hanging from the back of it.
Crowd: Boooo!
Chris Extreme: God, what did I do now?!
After having a tomato thrown at his truck, smashing open against his window, Chris pulls to the side.
Cameraman: Ack...
Chris Extreme: Son of a bitch...
Hopping out of the car, Chris is jeered some more by the increasing crowd, who are indifferent to his pleas.
Chris Extreme: Please! Let me through! I have no ill-will towards any of you dark people!
Random Stranger: Dark people?
Random Stranger: Yo, I think he tryin' to call us monkeys.
Chris Extreme: You look like dirty gorillas!
With the crowd rising, so do the negative chants.
Random Stranger: If you have no ill-will, then why do you display that?
The person points to the back of the black truck, showing the noose hanging from the tailpipe. Laughing it off, Chris Extreme waves his hands and beckons for everyone to calm down.
Chris Extreme: Oh, that. That's nothing. I keep it there because you never know when you need to drag some darkie around the town.
With that said, the shouts become even worse, hoping to drown Chris's remarks out. This ruckus soon draws the ire of several police officers, who circle around Chris, hounding him like a fox.
Officer: What's going on here...
He notices the noose on the back of the truck.
Officer: Holy Jesus, arrest this asshole!
Chris Extreme: Hey! Hey! Heyyyy! No!
Two officers swarm Chris and forcefully arrests him, locking him into handcuffs, with the cameraman catching everything on his recorder. As the referees wrestle Chris to the ground, he begins to shout some things out, his words intermingling with those of the protestors.
Chris Extreme: This is a travesty! I deserve my justice! I'll hang all your negroes! I''ll--... mmphh...
A knee to the face hushes Chris Extreme, who is forced to the ground, having the police control his moves. One of officers eyes the cameraman recording this and then demands that he stop.
Officer: Hey, you... you with the camera... turn that off. Shut that off, right this minute.
The officer's hand goes over the camera lens and the image becomes fuzzy, eventually fading out.
The camera pans to an empty lot near the event. Declan Turner is seen exiting his car with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. As he walks away from the car, an unmarked sedan pulls up near him and a handful of men exit the car, only to rush him.
Man: Dixon says hello!
The men mercilessly beat Declan before two of them pick him up and power bomb through the windshield of his own rental, leaving him a bloody and unconscious wreck.
"Carry On" by Burn Season starts to play as Lance Ryder heads out to the stage. He looks at the ring, as if it has his total and complete attention. He walks straight to the ring, slapping some fan's hands, sometimes even lifting up a child and pointing at it. After a little interaction, he makes it to the ring and waits for his opponent.
"Stupify" by Disturbed hits and "The Naturalist" Jantz Spalding walks out from the backstage area, where he then walks towards the ring and slides inside.
Lance gives a wide-eyed smile and holds his hand out for a handshake, but Jantz acts cocky and slaps the hand away. Lance laughs it off, then points at Jantz's knee, reminding him of the injury he spoke about. Jantz doesn’t look so cocky anymore.
The two pace around for a moment and finally lock up in the middle of the ring. Lance goes for an early lock-up, a headlock caught around Jantz's neck, but Lance is easily pushed away into the ropes. Jantz knocks him down with a shoulder charge when he bounces back, then lifts him up to hit an inverted DDT. Jantz lays across Lance lazily. He doesn't even get a one-count.
Jantz smirks to himself confidently, getting Lance into his own headlock. The roles are reversed, and Jantz gets tossed into the ropes, only for Lance to chase after him and clothesline him over the top rope without letting Jantz return from the ropes. Before Jantz can get himself together, Lance hops to the top turnbuckle and nails him with a flying forearm on the outside of the ring.
Lance tosses Jantz back into the ring and attempts a pin.
...1...!
Jantz is faster than that, lifting his shoulder off the canvas, but Lance gets to work with his speed. He stands quickly and goes to town on Jantz's leg, targeting his knee with fast kicks. He drags Jantz into the center of the ring and pulls Jantz's foot up, slamming that targeted knee into the canvas. Jantz groans and grabs at his knee, all while Lance's eyes light up, his breathing heavier.
Lance looks distracted as his eyes scan about the ring, looking for ideas. He sees chairs and screaming fans, but all he sees are new ways to beat his opponent. He spends a little too much time thinking, and as he hustles back over to his opponent, Jantz, already up and in pain, makes Lance eat a wicked Samoan Drop, shaking the ring!
Jantz, instead of pinning Lance, flaunts himself a little bit, despite hobbling from the knee shots. He manages to pull Lance up, then snaps a double underhook hold, struggling to hit a side slam on Lance. He hits the canvas for a pin...
...1...2...!
Lance gets his shoulder up just after the second count. The two struggle a bit again, but Jantz has his hands tight around Lance's head in a constricting chokehold. That doesn’t last very long, as Lance gets to his feet, backs up to wedge Jantz in the corner, and gets him to break the hold. Lance goes to work with a mule kick to Jantz's ailing knee. He quickly turns to face Jantz and grabs him into a DDT hold of his own, slapping his free hand across the back of Jantz's head and planting his forehead into the canvas again!
Lance is even more jacked up than before, eyes wide like a lunatic. He hits a quick snap suplex on Jantz, then shoots up again as the fans howl for a pin. Again, Lance looks about the ring as if considering his next move and not a pin. He returns to Jantz and tosses him to the ropes, landing a devastating kick to the jaw that sprawls Jantz across the middle rope.
Lance sees his chance and runs out of the ring, grabbing Jantz's head and dragging him out until only his legs lay across the ropes. He's looking to hit his finisher, the "Ryde Over" DDT, but he has to stop, apparently not satisfied with just a DDT to the ground. He shoves Jantz to the ground on the outside of the ring, obviously distracted into getting the final move perfect. Lance looks about and finds his best solution, dashing into the ring to stop the ten-count, then sliding out the other side and grabbing the bell from the time keeper. He runs back over to Jantz, but is caught by surprise once again, as Jantz grabs a charging Lance and plants him onto the ground with a Spinebuster!
Jantz, now on a high from his comeback, ushers Lance into the ring before the ref can count his slow ten-count. He draws his arms under Lance's limp ones and smashes Lance's forehead to the canvas in a double-arm underhook DDT, "Instant Reality"! He drapes his arm over Lance...
...1...2...3!
...and pins him for the three count! Jantz, exhausted by the number done to his knee, rolls out of the ring, but smiles with a confident grin, happy to get his first win in Sin. Lance just lays on his back, looks up to the ceiling, and rubs at his face, understanding that his quest for perfection and loss of focus lost him the match. He slams his palm hard on the mat in frustration as Jantz makes his way from the ring.
Winner: Jantz Spalding
The scene opens with Declan being inspected by a doctor in the dressing room.
Doctor: I’m telling you again. You took a hard hit to the back of the head. You have a low-grade concussion. You can hardly keep your eyes open!
Declan tries to stand and shudders slightly as he stumbles to the door.
Doctor: I’m not responsible for any injury you sustain from here on out.
Declan Turner: Fuck off.
Declan storms out the door and towards the ring.
The image returns to Jena, Louisiana, where Chris Extreme is locked behind bars, having his two hands on the bars, demanding his freedom. Beeds of sweat stream down his bald head, not liking the scene behind him, which features two large black men eyeing Chris in a sexually deviant manner.
Chris Extreme: Let me out! Freedom! Freeeedom!
Almost as if he were William Wallace, Chris tries to escape, having the two large dark-skinned man strol up behind him. One of the men, named "Big Dick", creeps up to Chris, slaps him on the butt and whispers into his ear.
"Big Dick": Yo, babykins, the name's "Big Dick". You wan'a find out why they call me that, homie?
Chris gulps, while "Big Dick" snickers, watching as Chris nervously shakes the steel bars. The other large black man laughs at Chris's expense, even noticing his white boxers.
Inmate: Look at him trembling in his white trousers.
Fearing the worst, Chris calls out to the cameraman, wondering where he is.
Chris Extreme: Cam Ra. Guy, where are you?
Yes, the cameraman's name is Cam Guy.
Chris Extreme: Get me out of this place!
"Big Dick" licks his lips and creeps up behind Chris Extreme, while unbuckling his belt.
"Big Dick": A'wright, I've had 'nuff outta you.
His knuckles almost bleeding from holding onto the steel bar, Chris cannot find freedom fast enough.
The arena goes dark as the words blaze across the viewscreen.
"I Get It" by Chevelle explodes over the arena sound system as a huge pyrotechnic display goes off on the center stage. Declan Turner walks out from the back, wearing his wrestling gear and long black leather coat. Ignoring the crowd, he leaps into the ring and sheds the coat, waiting for his opponent.
FO SHO!
After the bell rings, Chris Staggs is waving his belt around, as Declan Turner circles him and gets in a low stance. Unfortunately, Chris gets too close to Declan and finds himself on the receiving end of a spear!
Straddling Staggs, Declan punches him with his right, while grabbing the fake belt out of Chris's grasps, using his left hand. He gives a few more punches, stands and then throws the belt out of the ring as hard as he possibly can. Returning to a mounted position, he continues to mount Staggs, giving him more MMA-style punches, using a clever ground-and-pound tactic.
Getting to his feet, lifting Chris up with him, Declan locks Staggs' arms, gains momentum, rolls back, and releases him, throwing him with a double-arm belly-to-belly suplex. Rolling around in pain, Chris Staggs tries to recouperate and come to terms with his surroundings, while Declan Turner slowly rises, looking to do more damage.
Taking another low-stance, Declan Turner steps back, watching as Chris Staggs rises in the opposite corner. Deciding to try for a second spear, Declan Turner charges forward, but the current Lust Champion has other plans. Leapfrogging over Declan's attempted spear, Chris Staggs turns and watches as Declan spills over the middle rope, collapsing outside on the floor.
Meanwhile, Chris Staggs stumbles around the ring for a bit, trying to get his footing right. Next, he goes out of the ring and looks for the fake title that had been tossed from the ring, taking his attention fully away from Declan Turner.
As Chris hugs at his title, Declan Turner rises to his feet on the opposite side of the ring, holding his ribs, feeling the pain from falling to the floor -- and from being attacked prior to the match. Shrugging off this damage, he saunters around the ring, eyeing Chris Staggs and his title. Knowing that the match is more important than the pain, Declan Turner goes around the ring and charges forward, knocking Staggs down with a leaping clothesline!
Holding his own ribs, Declan picks Staggs up, headbutts him and then rolls Chris back into the ring, where he then slides inside, trying for a cover...
...1...2...
At the count of two, Chris Staggs easily kicks out.
After this, both men rise at approximately the same time, with Chris Staggs faking a lowblow to Declan Turner, forcing Declan to try and hide his groin. This works out perfectly for Staggs, who opts to change things up and deliver a kick to the gut, instead. Noticing that Declan Turner is holding his ribs, Chris Staggs soon follows up the kick with a nice snap-suplex, keeping Declan grounded.
Standing up, he notices a fan in the front row, who is holding a "Stevie Swing sucks cock!" banner. Frowning at this banner, Staggs rolls to the floor, grabs the banner and a marker and "X"es out the word "cock". He decides to write "Rules", altering the original banner, which he hands back to the fan and then gives him a thumbs-up.
Unfortunately, this distraction allows for Declan Turner to rise. Speeding ahead, he sees Chris Staggs on the floor, deciding to attempt a baseball-slide dropkick his opponent. As he turns, though, Staggs realizes this and side-steps the attack, resulting in Declan Turner landing next to him. Thinking quickly, Chris Staggs latches onto Declan Turner and swings Declan into the ground by hitting a Russian legsweep!
Rolling Declan Turner into the ring, Chris Staggs is quick to follow inside, where he drops a knee across Declan's forehead and then sits Turner up. Bouncing off the ropes, Staggs returns with a jarring kick to Declan's ribs, continuing straight ahead, where he bounces off the next set of ropes. Storming back, he drops down, hitting a falling clothesline to Declan, knocking him onto his back.
Right here, Staggs goes for a cover...
...1...2...
Kicking out, Declan Turner is able to fight off the damage soaring through his body. He's unable to take a healing stance, though, as Chris Staggs lifts him back upand backs him into the ropes. using some stiff punches. He is then whipped across the ring...
Bouncing off the ropes, Declan Turner returns, running right into Chris Staggs, who ducks down, attempting a backdrop. Aware of the danger that's in front of him, Declan offers a vicious kick to Chris's face, knocking him backward. With both hands, Declan holds onto Chris Staggs's head and strikes him with a double-kneelift to the face, knocking him absolutely loopy.
Seeing Staggs stumble around in front of him, Declan instantly grabs on and hits a backdrop driver, crumpling Staggs into the canvas! He rolls over, laying his right arm across Chris's body, looking for the count...
...1...2...
This time, Chris Staggs kicks out!
After the attempted pinfall, Declan Turner gets to his feet and goes to whip Staggs into the corner. Before he can launch him out, though, Staggs is able to reverse the whip, thus sending Declan and his injured ribs smashing against the turnbuckles. Charging in at Declan, Staggs goes all-out, hoping for maximum impact, only to have Declan also run out, delivering a wicked spear to the Lust Champion's gut, knocking him completely over!
Feeling the pain in his ribs, Declan rises, grabs onto Staggs and pulls him in with a standing headscissors. He hoists him into the air, looking for "The Blackout", only to have Chris hammer away at his forehead with plenty of fists. In no time, Chris Staggs is able to slide his way off Declan's shoulders, stand behind the martial artist and then applies a sleeper-hold to him.
This sleeper, of course, is just the precursor to the rest of his finishing move, The Scooby Snacked, which he uses to drop Declan onto the back of his head. Chris makes the cover.
...1...2...
...
At the count of two, the referee is yanked out of the ring by a female that we have come to know as Declan's ex-wife, Madison Page-Matthews. Disrupting the count, she kicks the referee in the head, keeping Staggs from winning the match, confusing the life out of him.
He rises up to both feet, not knowing what's going on, only to be blindsided with an attack from Madison Page-Matthews, who strikes him with a kick to the thigh. Taken aback, Chris Staggs is then whipped into the corner, where Madison follows in, delivering "The Deadlock Driver", sending the base of Chris's head squarely into the canvas!
Grabbing Declan's arm, she pulls him towards Staggs and drapes the arm over Staggs's fallen body. Sliding outside, she forces the referee to his feet and rolls him inside, but not before slapping him awake.
Seeing Declan cover Staggs, he has no other choice but to count...
...1...2...3!
Decided as the victor, a groggy Declan Turner rises to his feet, while holding his sore ribs. Not knowing exactly what he happened, he looks around, only to see his ex-wife standing at ringside, winking at him. Appearing angered, he strolls out of the ring and exchanges some words with her, which she just rolls her eyes at.
Left alone in the ring, Chris Staggs sits up, as well, trying to figure out what just occured. Nevertheless, he rolls out of the ring, albeit a little frustrated, and sulks into his cardboard and tinfoil title.
Winner: Declan Turner
Backstage, in the tarped-off area, Mark Davis is shown walking towards the ring, ready to take on Stevie Swing, in the upcoming matchup. However, before he can progress any further, a baseball bat looms in front of him, halting him in his tracks. Confused, Mark Davis looks to his right, only to see Corey Page walk into the scene, full of dust, dirt and sand, appearing as if he has been in the desert for days.
Not looking too pleased, Corey brushes himself off and begins to speak.
Corey Page: Goddamn, I can't find those belts anywhere. Believe me, I've searched everywhere. I hear you're a part-time detective, right?
Mark Davis nods his head.
Corey Page: Good... because a detective is just what I need.
Some more sand is brushed off Corey's right shoulder, while he manages to hold the baseball bat with his right hand.
Corey Page: I need you, Mark Davis, to find those damn titles. You know which ones I'm talking about -- the Purity Title and the Lust Title. We need them together to officially unite them at Illusions. With that said, I'm giving you $200,000 to go out and find them -- using any means necessary.
He hands the baseball bat over to Mark Davis.
Corey Page: We all know who took the belts and hid them... [cough] Dan Black [cough], so it's up to you to find them and bring them back. If you're succesful in doing this, not only will you receive that $200,000, but you will also receive the first shot at the United Titled. Remember, it's up to you how you want to do things. You can play nice... or you can do it the hard way.
Those words force Corey to suggestively motion towards the baseball bat, giving Mark Davis much to think about. Before he leaves, though, Corey has one more proposition.
Corey Page: Are those real?
Without saying a word, he reaches forward and twists Mark Davis's nipples. Instinctively, Mark Davis pulls away, with the bat in hand. As quickly as he reached, Corey pulls back, not wanting any trouble.
Corey Page: Sorry, I just had to check.
Whistling, Corey Page trails off, leaving Mark Davis a lot to think about.
Fade in.
Madison: I thought you needed help, so I tried to save your ass! Did you see yourself out there?! You were stumbling around, ready to pass out!
The camera shows Madison and Declan arguing in the hall outside of the entrance to the ring.
Declan Turner: Do you have any idea what the hell you just did? You’ve ruined my chances for a clean win or loss! I have absolutely NO credibility now! NONE! These jackasses are going to think the only way I can win is if I need help. I don’t need help. AND I DON’T NEED YOU!
Declan turns away from Madison who suddenly grabs his arm, turning him around. As he spins, she throws a hellacious underhanded punch to his groin, doubling him over and following through with a Jumping Axe Kick.
Madison: Have it your way. Asshole.
Turning on her heel, she walks off, satisfied as Turner lays there bleeding, again.
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 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 the ring and slides in under the bottom rope, performing a somersault as he jumps to his feet, giving another cheesy grin to the crowd, who continue to pour on the boos. Stevie's grin fades to a look of confusion as he goes to cover his ears... the booing continues.
The bell rings...
But Stevie stops himself and walks into the corner, confusing everyone. Reaching outside of the ring, he requests for the microphone, which he immediately receives. Pink hair and all, Stevie goes to speak, while Mark Davis stands across the ring from him, lazily standing in the opposite corner.
Stevie Swing: Adora, I know you're watching this in some hospital bed somewhere... and all I got to say is... "I'm sorry."
Confused, the fans let out a jeer.
Stevie Swing: I'm sorry for taking you out; I'm sorry for becoming the new wifey; I'm sorry for removing you from the picture. From here on out, I am Morgy's best pal!
The fans let out a loud boo, not liking what Stevie has to say.
Stevie Swing: And now, I face Morgy's other pal, Mark Davis. Let me be the first to say... I'm the only man in Morgy's life, dickwad!
Right away, Stevie Swing scurries across the ring, microphone still in hand, and bashes it across Mark Davis's skull, knocking him onto his back. Heaving the mic out of the ring, Stevie promptly stomps on Mark Davis, not letting him get a moment's breath. Instantly plucking Mark off his back, Stevie knees him into the corner and then Irish-whips him across the ring.
Charging in behind Mark, Stevie goes to hit an avalanche splash, only to have Mark push himself into the air, using the top rope, allowing him to go up-and-over Stevie. Having swiftly bypassed Stevie's attack, Mark allows for "The Dancing King" to turn around, deciding to unleash a series of right-and-left kicks, shifting them up, and finishing the kicks off with a leaping spin-kick.
Getting right back on the attack, Mark Davis uses the middle rope to jump into the air and then connect with a side-kick to Steve's pink head, dizzying the wannabe Wifey. Furthermore, Mark Davis hits a reverse atomic-drop, bounces off the ropes and then returns with a spin-wheel kick, which knocks Stevie Swing clearly off his feet. Draping his body over Stevie, Mark tries for a cover...
...1...
However, Stevie Swing easily kicks out.
Soon after, Mark Adams sits Stevie up, only to start striking him with some more martial arts kick, connecting each shot squarely into Stevie's chest. Reddening him up quite nicely, Mark lifts Stevie up to a standing position, stands back and swings a Roundhouse Kick at his head. Unfortunately for Mark, Stevie sees this coming from a mile away, anabling him to duck beneath the attack, reach through Mark's legs, grab onto both of his hands and then swing him over, landing him on his back.
Hoping to capitalize on this unexpected move, Stevie ties his own legs around Mark's and slides back, hoping for a modified jack-knife pinfall...
...1...2...
Mark Adams is barely able to kick out, almost being surprised with a quick loss. Nevertheless, Stevie Swing steps back up to his feet and halts Mark from progressing any further. Using his right knee, Stevie strikes Mark in the gut, axehandles him across the back and then charges towards the ropes. Using the middle rope, Stevie Swing flips back, hitting a springboard moonsault, taking Mark Adams down. He tries for another cover...
...1...2...
However, Mark Adams kicks out yet again!
Feeling a tad frustrated, Stevie Swing rises back to his feet, kicks at Mark and even offers him some stomps. He pulls Mark up to a standing position, throws him into the corner and follows in, sitting him on the top rope, where Stevie Swing strikes Mark Davis with a stiff-uppercut.
Climbing up alongside Mark Davis, Stevie Swing looks to hit a superplex, but Mark hangs on, not allowing Stevie to lift him off. His frustration continues to grow, pushing Stevie to start hammering away at Mark's head and back, trying to wear him down, only to have Mark fire back with some shots of his own.
Having each attempt at a punch of a chop blocked, Stevie Swing soon faces a side-kick from Mark Davis, catching him in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. Following up on this, Mark Davis hits a kneelift to the butt of Stevie's nose, sending him down to the canvas.
On the top rope, Mark Davis teeters to his feet, watching as Stevie stumbles around, holding his nose, with water in his eyes. Turning around, Stevie steps right into a flying dropkick from Mark Davis, who rolls over onto Stevie Swing, looking for a cover...
...1...2...
This time, it's Stevie Swing that kicks out.
Picking Steve up, Mark Davis strikes with reckless abandon, hitting a multitude of frenetic chops, forcing Stevie Swing into the ropes. Whipping him out, throwing him into the opposite set of ropes, Mark Davis leaps into the air, hoping to hit a leaping roundhouse spin-kick, but to no avail. Stevie Swing ducks the assault, turns around, latches onto Mark and then heaves him through the air with a head-and-arm sidewinder suplex!
Both men lay on the canvas, down-and-out, with both of them rolling on their side, trying to recover. The first man to rise is Stevie Swing, fresh off dumping Davis on his skull, watching as Mark slowly rises to his feet. Noticing Mark hunched over, Stevie charges forward and sunset-flips over Mark, looking to roll him up with a pinfall...
...Instead, Mark grabs onto Steve's legs, drops down and straddles Stevie's chest, making a cover of his own...
...1...2...
Again, Stevie Swing kicks out; just in the nick of time, too.
Stomping up to his feet, almost surprised with a defeat, Stevie Swing instantly strikes MArk Davis with a vicious slap across the face, taking Mark by surprise. Angry at this, Mark Davis fires back with a slap of his own, catching Stevie across his right cheek, snapping his head to the side. In due time, both Mark and Stevie exchange a flurry of slaps and chops to the face...
Stevie returns with a punch to Mark's face...
The fans boo.
Mark fires back with a slap to Stevie's face...
The fans cheer.
Stevie with another chop to Mark's left cheek...
The fans boo.
Mark Davis with a vicious punch to Stevie's face, knocking him back...
The fans cheer.
Stevie Swing returns with a punch of his own, only to have Mark Davis duck the attack. Instead, Mark hoists Stevie up into a back-suplex position, which soon sees Stevie back-flip over Mark's shoulder. Waistlocking Mark Davis, Stevie pushes Mark chest-first into the ropes and then pulls back, giving an Okana Roll.
...An Okana Roll, with a handful of tights in both hands. Pushing Mark's legs down, Stevie maintains his balance over Mark Davis, while the referee makes the count...
...1...2...3!
Knowing that he has received the win, Stevie Swing rolls out of the ring, holding his arms victoriously in the air. With a loud roar of boos pouring on him, he escapes to the back, not really minding the jeers being sent towards him.
Mark Adams, in the meantime, stands in the ring, looking quite disappointed with the win and Stevie's cheating.
Winner: Stevie Swing
Nikita stands backstage, reading over a pamphlet that's advertising the upcoming pay per view, Illusions. Scanning it over, she is abruptly interrupted by a large, rotund shadow, which blocks out the warm, idle sun. Lookinng up, she views the grotesque figure of the man known as Booger standing in front of her. Disgusting at both the sight and the smell of him, she plugs her nose, while Booger smiles seductively at her.
Booger: Hello there, Miss Nikita.
When he's done speaking, Booger burps, letting a load of sand spill out of his mouth.
Nikita: Ewww... that's so gross.
Not minding Nikita's words, Booger again speaks up, blushing a little.
Booger: I've got a present for you.
Nikita: Huh?
From behind his back, Booger pulls out a recorder and offers it to Nikita, who reaches out, accidentally touching Booger's hand. Before she can pull away, Booger grabs her hand and gives it a lick.
Booger: Mmm... tastes like hot gothic sauce.
Left behind on Nikita's hand is crumbs, spit, drool, snots and random other pieces of half-chewed food.
Nikita: Oh God, I think I'm gonna be sick.
Booger: I hope you enjoy your gift. But for now, I miss go to the ring and prepare myself to face a wonderful goth such as yourself.
Lovingly skipping away, Booger leaves Nikita with the recorder, allowing her to press play, while wiping off her hand. The screen flickers on, showing the image of Chris Extreme, who is holding up a pair of white boxers in his hands.
Chris Extreme: Nikita, you dirty hot goth, I'm sorry I can't be there tonight. Instead, I'm sending my big, fat Booger to rip you apart and eat you. After he digests you, it'll be you and me at the next card -- and we're going to team up to take on "The Creep" and Morgana. So, I'm going to take your carcass and put these on you.
He points to the white boxers. He even turns them around, showing "Nikita" stitched into the rear-end of them.
Chris Extreme: See? I did it myself. You're going to look so hot, slutty and dirty in this. Oh my god, yes. See you next week, pal.
The screen flickers off...
Nikita: Well, what the shit?
...The screen soon flickers on, showing Booger wrapping his dirty, scaly penis in a picture of Nikita, pumping it up and down.
Nikita: Oh Jesus, I think I'm going to be sick.
Flinging the camera to the side, Nikita walks away, with her mouth covered, and heads towards the ringside area.
We go to another tarped-off section of the backstage area.
Luxe Libertine: Ugh, why the Jesus are we in the middle of a desert? I thought you said Sin Wrestling makes a lot of money!
Morgana: Shut up, you. We do -- we're just, uh, not very welcome in conventional arenas anymore, so we do what we can to get by.
Luxe Libertine: Gross. I feel like a homeless man.
Morgana: Keep talking like that and I'll throw you on the street, making you a homeless man for real. Now, where was I before you opened your mouth and interrupted me?
The scene opens up in -- well, in the middle of the Nevada desert, as Luxe Libertine pointed out. A wrestling ring had been set up in the sand, and separating the ring from the backstage was a huge tarped off area and a number of small tents. As Morgana walked purposefully through the sand, glancing back every few moments to make sure Luxe was following her, the younger girl tripped through the sand, nearly falling on her face because of the impractical shoes she'd worn.
Luxe Libertine: Ugh! This is awful!
Morgana: I said shut up! Now, since this is your first day, I need to tell you who to stay away from and who's good enough to associate with you.
Luxe Libertine: Alright.
Morgana pointed toward the row of tents, associating each one with a person on the roster.
Morgana: That first tent is Dan Black's. They're being used as dressing rooms. You want to stay away from him because his desperation and failure would probably start to rub off on you. You're still young, impressionable and stupid.
Luxe Libertine: Hey!
Morgana: That second tent is ours, so ignore it. The third one is Stevie Swing's -- you can hang out with him, he's cool. I heart him.
Luxe Libertine: We heart Stevie Swing. Got it.
Dragging Luxe behind her, Morgy peered into the fourth tent -- where inside, Corey Page is seen milking Betsy the goat.
Corey Page: What a good Betsy.
Morgana: Uhhh...
Corey abruptly stops what he's doing and sees Morgy and Luxe peering in through the open door of his tent. He turns to Luxe, his hands still twisting Betsy's nipples.
Corey Page: My God, you're exactly the kind of hot, filthy, disgusting slut I'm into.
Morgana: ...Time to go, byes!
Grabbing Luxe by the arm, who gaped at Corey with disgust and surprise, Morgy dragged her away from the tent and onto the next one.
Morgana: ...It'd probably be best if you forgot you just saw that.
Luxe Libertine: Done and done.
With Morgy pointing out more tents and explaining either the awesomeness or cocksuckery of their inhabitants, the scene fades to black.
A series of burps and farts play on the speaker system and Booger comes walking out, eating a taco, a ham sandwich and a slice of pizza. As he gets to the ringside area, he drops the food, attempts to roll inside, gets stuck, and decides to walk up the ring steps, instead. He then cautiously steps into the ring and waits for his opponent.
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!
The bell rings and Booger mimics Nikita by cracking his knuckles and strutting around the ring, too. Not amused, the crowd boos loudly.
In contrast, the crowd cheers when Nikita challenges Booger to a pose down. She tightens her fist and goes for the classic Hogan pose, hulking up as the crowd cheers louder.
Booger waits for the crowd's cheers to die down as he goes to Hulk up, too. He tightens his fists and hulks up but a rancid smell overcomes everyone in the arena as Booger has an accident, the by-product of over-hulking on a full stomach. Yes, Booger sharted his shorts.
Pinching her nose tight, Nikita hops out of the ring and heads up the ramp. The referee follows suit, as the crowd boos and litters the ring with trash, which Booger sifts through to find a pretzel, a half pack of red vines and a chocolate coated gerbil.
Nikita stops halfway up the ramp and takes notice the fans are really booing her, booing her for not fighting Booger. She asks the fans if they really want to see her fight Booger and the crowd cheers a great quantity.
She responds by running to the ring and sliding under the bottom rope. She tackles Booger's knee from behind and drops him on his back! She goes to climb the turnbuckle, but the ring shakes a good deal due to the aftershocks of Booger's fall. The ring stabilizes itself and she climbs to the top turnbuckle and hits a picture perfect moonsault!
Nikita hooks the leg... errr... well, Nikita covers Booger, as his leg is too heavy...
...1...2...
Booger lifts the shoulder off the mat to break the pin! Nikita gets... Nikita gets... Nikita tries to get up, but Booger has a firm grip on her and won't let go!
Booger's hands wander all over Nikita's backside as he sexually accosts her! Nikita pounds on Booger's chest to get him to let go, but Booger isn't hearing it. They flip over with Booger over Nikita, while on her back. She kicks wildly as her face turns blue from all of Booger's weight on top of her.
Booger grins from ear to ear as he runs his tongue over his plaque encrusted smile. Fearing the worst, Nikita counts her own pinfall!
1,2,3!
The referee pays no attention, however; as he's more interested in seeing what happens next!
Booger closes his eyes. The halitosis emitting from his mouth knocks Nikita out cold as he puckers up and lays the liplock on Nikita!
Not wanting to see anymore Booger porn, the crowd once again litters the ring with trash. So much trash accumulates in the ring, actually, that it buries Booger and Nikita underneath the rubble!
Confused the referee scratches his head and begins to pick trash off the pile to find the two competitors. Eventually Booger stands up from underneath the pile.
But no sign of Nikita. The referee asks for Nikita but Booger only smiles. The referee continues to sift through the trash as Booger finds a Twinkee. He dangles the creamy yellow treat over his open mouth before engulfing it whole without chewing. As he gulps it down a loud rumble overcomes the arena.
Booger steps back and leans against the turnbuckle as he pounds his chest and lets out a loud burp. The referee asks Booger if he's okay but Booger burps again and holds on to his stomach. Booger's stomach then starts to come alive as it moves from side to side. Thinking Booger wants to dance, the referee does, too. Until he realizes Booger isn't dancing. Booger's PREGNANT!
The referee kneels before Booger and puts his ear to Booger's stomach, wanting to hear the baby alive inside the grotesque man, but gets a kick to the side of the head for his troubles.
Booger gags uncontrollably, as his face turns green.
Uh oh.
He burps and gags again. He gags once more, except this time he throws up. The eruption out of Booger's esophagus is so strong, it not only blinds the referee but sends him flying backwards against the opposite turnbuckle! Amidst the acid-covered waste thrown up by Booger is Nikita, drenched in hot dogs, hamburgers, nachos and various other foods.
With the referee blinded and Nikita caught off-guard, trying to wipe herself off, Chris Carson runs down the ramp and slides into the ring with a chair in hand. One swing of the chair to the side of Nikita's head and she's knocked out! He drops Booger on top of her and alerts the referee of the pinfall...
...1...2...3!
Everyone in attendance is shocked, amazed and horrified; as they send in a ton of boos toward Chris Carson, who smugly exits the ring, still with the chair in hand. As he walks to the back, he has a few choice words with some fans, who watch as Nikita is plucked from underneath Booger, almost having her bones and skull crushed.
As surprised as everyone else, Booger stands to his feet and celebrates his victory by jumping up-and-down, his man-bosoms bounce with each leap. He returns to the back, taking a big bite out of a thrown-up hot dog, before blowing Nikita a sexy kiss.
Left in the ring, Nikita is helped to her feet by the referee, in a daze, trying to put together the previous happenings.
Winner: Booger
Again, the scene shifts to Jena, Louisiana. This time the image focuses in on Cam Guy, aka the cameraman, who had been with Chris Extreme. He is standing in front of the officer's desk, handing out wads of cash, giving it over to the policeman standing behind the desk.
Cameraman: All right, this should do it. This should get Chris Extreme out on bail. Why I'm doing this, I don't know; as all during the trip, he made fun of my dead wife... but I'm a good person, so...
The cop, not really caring for the cameraman's story, sleepily ignores the story and leads him towards a door.
Police Officer: Right this way.
The police officer pushes open the door, not believing his eyes.
Police Officer: Holy Jesus, what happened in here?!
An erect Chris Extreme stands before the cameraman and the officer, his penis stickling out of his boxers. The two large black men are on their back, looking as if they have had their neck snapped, with the man known as "Big Dick" hunched over; and, well, having his own penis in his mouth. Looking innocent, Chris twirls his cock around and whistles to himself.
Chris Extreme: I didn't do it.
Stunned, the police officer stands, trying to comprehend the situation.
Chris Extreme: Now get me out of here. This place is disgusting.
Yanking the keys out of the police officer's hand, Chris quickly unlocks his jail cell door, allowing him to step outside of the solid, cold bars. Patting the cameraman on the back, Chris travels off, making him follow behind.
Chris Extreme: Now, come on, I still got something to show you.
Flinching, the cameraman exits the terrible scene, leaving the dazed officer behind, trying to get everything under control.
Walking towards the ring, Dan Black is shown, displaying a wide grin on his face. He cracks his knuckles, acting somewhat surprised when Mark Davis, still carrying the baseball bat, bumps into him. Aggravated at this, Dan shoves Mark Davis back and sneers at him.
Dan Black: Get the hell out my way.
Not saying a word, Mark watches as Dan steamrolls away. Before Dan can disappear out of sight, Mark speaks up.
Mark Davis: Hey, Mr. Black...
Hearing his name called out, Dan Black whips around and views Mark Davis, who steps towards him.
Dan Black: What do you want, kid?
Mark Davis: I wanted to speak to you about those titles. We both know how important they are -- and how much they are needed. I just wanted to know if you'd do things the easy way and bring them back. It'd be the nice and easy thing to do.
Nonplussed, Dan Black arches an eyebrow and smirks, while giving a slight chuckle.
Dan Black: Haha, you have got to be kidding me. Like I said, get out of my face. Don't be saying such stupid things.
Turning away, Dan Black walks off, leaving Mark Davis behind, holding the bat. Feeling it up and down, Mark Davis nods.
Mark Davis: I guess we'll have to do this the hard way, then.
The image fades out, last showing Mark Davis making a difficult decision.
Sebastian York walks out as "Can't tell me Nothing" by Kanye West begins to blast throughout the area. 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.
"Simple Design" by Breaking Benjamin goes off and Dan Black comes out from the back and then runs into the ring. He climbs each turnbuckle, pointing to the audience and he goes to the center of the ring and stomps his right foot, which ignites pyro all around the ringside area.
Once inside, Dan Black listens to the jeers yelled at him, not bothering to flinch, showing that they have zero effect on him. In return, he faces Sebastian York, whom is actually without his Purity Title, all thanks to Dan. When the bell rings, both men instantly lock-up, with Dan Black using his power and size to his advantage.
Right away, Dan corners Sebastian against the buckles, releasing him only to slap and pound Sebastian's chest, reddening it, much to the distaste of the fans. Not liking this whatsoever, though, Sebastian retaliates with a simple kick to Dan's knee, using this time to allow the current Purity Champ to roll out of harm's way, presenting himself back into the center of the ring.
Turning around, an agitated Dan Black goes to grab hold of Sebastian York, but Sebastian wisely steps to the right, avoiding any contact with the much-larger former Purity Champ. Deciding to kick Dan in his right knee, Sebastian York seconds the kicks with a seated-dropkick, which he then hits a European Uppercut, striking Dan in the jaw.
Snapping Dan's head back, Sebastian York immediately jumps to his feet and bounces off the nearest set of ropes. Rebounding, Sebastian jumps at Dan Black, only to be caught in mid-air. Dan, shrugging off the previous damage, throws Sebastian in the air, flipping him over, and then backbreakers him! Almost broken in two over Dan's left knee, Sebastian York feels the pain roar into his spine, while Dan pushes down, trying to force a submission onto the current Purity Champ.
Knowing that Sebastian York will not submit, Dan releases his hold, shoving Sebastian aside. Towering over Sebastian York, Dan lifts him back to his feet, only to knee Sebastian in the lower-back. Grabbing onto Sebastian's head, Dan heaves his opponent straight into the corner, chest-first, where Dan begins unloading with a series of punches, forearms and knees to Sebastian's back. From here, Dan hoists Sebastian up into a back-suplex position, only to then sit him on the top rope. Striking an elbow into York's back, Dan reaches up, clamps on a neck vice and then delivers a neckbreaker to York, who had been hanging from the top rope!
Grabbing Sebastian's right wrist, Dan Black drags the Purity Champion into the center of the ring, drops down and makes the cover.
...1...2...
At the count of two, Sebastian is able to lift his right shoulder off the canvas, stopping the count.
Angered at the lack of three, Dan scowls at the referee and turns Sebastian onto his stomach. Driving some knees into Sebastian's back and ribs, Dan even goes as far as to jam his knees into York's back, while cinching in with a facelock. Keeping his knee jammed into Sebastian's back, Dan continues to yank back, even mixing in with some sweeping forearms to Sebastian's jaw, hoping to daze him, along with cripple him.
When he is finished with the submissin hold, Dan stands to his feet, stomps on Sebastian's back and then hoists him up to his feet. After delivering a short-forearm to Sebastian's lower-back, Dan lifts him into the air, holding him up with a back-suplex, only to sling him forward, dropping him across his left knee, once again, delivering another version of a backbreaker.
Snickering at the loud yell Sebastian makes, Dan Black rises one more, grabs onto Sebastian's legs and turns him over, applying a Boston Crab, wanting to apply even more pressure to the back. During the course of the hold, Sebastian York is slowly able to crawl towards the ropes, where he latches onto the bottom rope, prompting the referee to step in and stop the hold.
When informed of this, Dan Black pretends to release the hold... only to drag Sebastian York back into the center of the ring, where he re-applies the Boston Crab, where he gets a resounding jeer from the fans.
Despite the added pressure he applies, Sebastian York still does not submit, forcing Dan Black to soon release the hold. Giving York a vicious stomp to the spine, Dan Black spits on the current Purity Champ and hunches over, ready to scoop him back up.
Just as he doubles over, though, Sebastian York wisely reaches up and inside-cradles him...! The referee counts...
...1...2...
When the referee's hand slaps the mat for the second time, Dan Black quickly finds an escape and darts to his feet, where he then gives a kneeling Sebastian York a horrifying football-kick to the ribcage/stomach, giving Sebastian no other choice but to roll out of the ring. Looking for safety, Sebastian remains on his hands and knees on the floor, while Dan Black stands alone in the ring, looking for praise, which the fans have no desire to give.
Exiting the ring by hopping out to the adjacent side of the ring, Dan Black saunters towards Sebastian York's locale. Out here, he is faced with more jeers, even as he lifts Sebastian up to his feet, standing headscissors him, hoists him into the air and then powerbombs him onto the edge of the ring apron!
Having Sebastian York incapacitated on the ground, Dan Black walks off away from the wrestling area, scoops up a lump of sand and hobbles over to Sebastian, who is still writhing in pain. Bending over, Dan Black forcefully grates the sand against Sebastian's face, adding insult to injury. After that, he lifts Sebastian up to his feet and throws him back-first against the steel post that supports the ring.
As Sebastian holds himself up against the post, Dan mouths some negative words to the fans that sit at ringside, viewing Dan's hostile actions. Shrugging them off, Dan Black then decides to charge forward, just like a raging bull, hoping to squash Sebastian York like a bug.
Unfortunately for him, Sebastian York is able to stumble to his right, forcing Dan Black to charge head-first into the ring post! Absolutely stunned, Dan stumbles back, accidentally falling into the front row of the fans, while the referee continues his count.
...1...2...3...4...5...
Just as Dan plucks himself away from the fans, he happens to walk right into an enziguiri from Sebastian York, sending his foot directly into the back of Dan's skull, dropping him down to his knees.
...6...7...8...
Aware of the count, Sebastian York gets to his feet and rolls inside...
...9...
With Dan on his knees on the floor, despite having manhandled Sebastian for a good portion of the match, the referee counts to ten.
...10!
It's official, Dan Black has been counted out, much to his own surprise and disdain.
Inside of the ring, a crippled Sebastian York rises to his feet, having his hand raised by the referee, while the fans at ringside shout words of discouragement towards the former Purity Champ and title thief. Overwhelmed with anger and confusion, Dan Black slams his fists off the ring apron, eyeing the referee that counted him out with much spite.
A tiny trickle of blood creeps down Dan's face, thanks to accidentally bashing it off the ring post, casting an angst-ridden hue across his facial structure, while the referee keeps a keen eye on Dan. When the referee exits the ring, Dan Black makes his move.
Running after the referee, Dan Black charges full speed ahead, giving chase to the referee, who also jets away, wanting safety from the large, angry man. Passing the curtain, the referee exits to the back, with Dan in hot pursuit.
Sebastian York remains in the ring, until...
Winner: Sebastian York via countout
As Sebastian York remains in the ring, Corey Page comes out, holding a contract, a microphone and a tiny table. Entering the ring, he goes to shake Sebastian York's hand, but Sebastian stops upon seeing the goat milk on Corey's hand. Shrugging, Corey calmly places the table down, sets the contract on it, takes out a pen and brings the microphone up to his mouth.
Corey Page: Sebastian, I know you're fresh off your match, so I'm going to make this quick and painless. First off, though, I'm going to need Chris Staggs to come out. Chris Staggs, Lust Champion, come on down...
FO SHO!
Corey Page: Hello, Mr. Staggs.
Corey offers his hand to Chris, who notices the goat milk... and gladly shakes the hand, even licking the goat milk off his very own hand when done.
Corey Page: Errr... well, anyhow. It's contract time. Even though we don't have the titles -- thanks to some steroid-using shithead, we've got to have a match to combine the Lust and the Purity Titles. We have someone on the ball to get those titles back, so don't worry about that. We do need a clear winner for the new title, though. And that's why we're both here. I want both of you to sign this contract, denoting that you will be putting your titles on the line, with the winner walking out with the brand new titled, named the United Title. No matters what happens, we will be walking out with a new champions, thanks to this...
Corey signals to Sebastian and Chris, wanting them to sign-up. First up, Sebastian York signs, places the pen down; and is then followed up by Chris Staggs, who sniffs the marker/pen and signs his name, as well.
Corey Page: There we have it. A nice, safe contract signing. I think this is a first, too!
Oh shit. Suddenly, a voice is overheard...
Voice: I don't think we're finished here quite yet.
A large bald gentlemen, wearing a black suit steps out from the back. The crowd looks onward, not quite sure what is going on or who it could be. A few seconds pass and the figure just lurks in the shadows of the ramp for a few moments before bringing the mic to his lips. The voice is noticeable -- half the crowd pops, the other half still confused. The men in the ring, except for Corey Page, stand with a confused look on their face. Corey, his face twisted in an odd pose of either satisfaction or dismay.
Corey Page: Well shit, maybe I'm wrong.
The man steps out from behind the ramp and into the light...
Vincent Kane is back!
He strolls to the ring, microphone in hand and slides inside.
Vincent Kane: Last I checked, I never actually lost one of those championship titles that you two are about to unify. And last I checked, on paper, I'm the longest reigning Lust Champion Sin has ever seen. And last I checked, that makes me entitled to have my title back!
The crowd gives a mixed response and Corey Page just kinda shrugs at York and Staggs.
Corey Page: Uhh... well, okay.
Vincent Kane: So, Mr. Page, I suggest you put my name on that contract... and ya know, Put me back into the mix. Now, I'm not one for big entrances, so...
Corey Page interrupts.
Corey Page: Hey, if you want in on it, you have to sign it. Here you go.
Corey places the pen down on the table, sitting it on top of the contract.
Vincent Kane: Very well then. So be it.
Without warning, Vincent Kane charges toward Sebastian York, kicks him in the gut and then exploder-suplexes him, sending him out of the ring! Seeing the previous occur, Chris Staggs also charges in, but Vincent rises, ducks beneath a clothesline from Staggs and then applies a half-nelson. With all his might, Vincent Kane sends Chris Staggs flying back onto his head with a half-nelson release suplex!
Alone in the ring, as Corey Page has stepped outside, Vincent Kane picks up the pen and scribbles his name onto the contract. He then picks up the microphone and speaks into it once more.
Vincent Kane: There... signed. Oh, and one other thing. Nikita, you're still a cunt.
Vincent Kane tosses the microphone to the floor, while a mixed reaction is given to him, with the jeers soon outweighing the cheers.
A loud voice is clearly heard from a tarped-off area...
Voice: My God, you're unreal! I mean, how can anyone here even compete with you?
The voice continues, growing louder and louder. So much so, that the cameraman becomes interested and inches closer to the voice. The cameraman peaks inside rather slowly, finding a new figure in the Sin Wrestling backstage area. To his suprise, the man is... well... by himself. He stands there, in a pair of red trunks and black boots, with a grey muscle shirt that reads "Instant Reality" on the back. With this in mind, the cameraman is heard giggling to himself, prompting the other person to quickly whip around.
Jantz Spalding: Wai... wait... who's there, chief? Ah, yeah, you caught that, didn't ya? You got me.... funny, wasn't it?
The man asks in an indignant tone.
Cameraman: Well, actually it kind of was. I thought a fan was talking to someone or something.
The cameraman becomes more comfortable with his surroundings.
Jantz Spalding: Hah...yeah, a fan. You know what, man, I know of something even more funny. Hell, it's downright hillllarious! You wanna see it?
The cameraman eagerly responds.
Cameraman: Of course!
The man signals for the cameraman to come over to another room in the lockeroom area...without thought, the cameraman follows him quickly.
Cameraman: What's so funny about a bathroom?
The man signals for him to walk further....
Jantz Spalding: Right in that stall... Boogie... or Booger, or whatever you guys call that fat lard around here, is taking a shower....in the stall.
The camerman laughs hysterically.
Cameraman: Oh man, I gotta get this on camera.
He than tries to bust open the door, but the other man stops him.
Jantz Spalding: Whoa, whoa, whoa, chief. Slow down, there. You gotta be quiet... Let me hold that camera for you, I wanna get your facial expression.
The cameraman hands the camera over to the man, who places it on his shoulder. As the cameraman opens the door, the other man gives him a swift push in. Within a matter of moments, we here nothing but mumbling as the cameraman is now face-first in the toilet water.
Jantz Spalding: Now this is funny T.V.! Good thing you walked in on me today, right?
He continues to flush the toilet, pressing the cameraman's head further into the filthy toilet.
Cameraman: Ahhhahhhh... [mumbling] Let... [mumbling] me... [mumbling] out!
The cameraman drops to the floor after a couple of moments in the toilet water. The other man cackles heinously before closing the door behind him. He walks back towards the mirror. He sets the camera down on the bench, and continues posing, whilst looking at his reflecting.
Jantz Spalding: Now anyways, back to how no one can compete with you...
Before he can even finish his sentence, he is once again interuppted. This time it is by a Sin Wrestling Official. The man is already in his referee attire. The man angrily turns around in a scuffle...
Jantz Spalding: And what do you want?
Official: I was just looking for John...The cameraman. Have you seen him?
Jantz Spalding: He was in here a little bit ago. He told me to watch his camera for him.
The man continues looking in the mirror, without making eye contact with the official.
Official: Alright, well I'm sorry to both--...
The official begins to leave, but is summoned by the man.
Jantz Spalding: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on, sir. I'm Jantz Spalding, by the way. I assume you have heard.
Official: Hear about what?
Jantz begins to look disgruntled at the referee...
Jantz Spalding: Hah, that was a good one, man. Anyways, enough about me... did you watch that game the other night? Those Indians really took it the "Bronx Bombers", again. What a joke that team is.
Official: Actually, I'm originally from Manhattan, so...I kind of like the Yankees - not a good subject.
The referee tries to walk away.
Jantz Spalding: Hey man, settle down, setttttle down. Come here... I just want to let you know, that if you need anything...
Jantz shuffles through his bag and takes out some cash.
Jantz Spalding: ...Anything... you let me know.
He places the cash into the hands of the referee.
Official: What is this?
Jantz Spalding: Just a token of my appreciation, just making sure we're getting off onto the right foot...You know, a little change.
Official: Tell me about it, there is two dollars here. Is this supposed to be a bribe?
The referee attempts to give the money back to Jantz.
Jantz Spalding: No, chief, keep it. I scratch your back, you scratch mine. I'm not asking for favors. Just... a... you know...
Jantz pats the referee on the back...
Official: Are you asking me to go down on....
Jantz Spalding: What are you talking about?!
Jantz steps back from the referee.
Jantz Spalding: Jesus, man, get out of here .You're damn friend isn...
Just as Jantz begins to finish his sentence, John the cameraman comes storming from the bathroom area. He is soaking wet, and is covered in a horrible looking substance.
Official: Jesus, what happened to you...
The cameraman takes his camera from Jantz and storms out of the room.
Jantz Spalding: Eh, can I have my two dollars back?
He hands him the money and begins to walk after the cameraman.
Jantz Spalding: Wait a second, chief.
The official stops walking for a second time.
Jantz Spalding: Your friend John....He went that way.
The scene fades out.
Silent, not uttering a single word, Chris Extreme and his cameraman arrive at some warehouse. Neither man opts to talk about the previous happenings at the jail, deciding to only focus on things upcoming, which is actually "right now". The first to break the silence, Chris pipes up.
Chris Extreme: We're here. Now, get out and follow me inside.
Cameraman: Uh... k.
Exiting the vehicle, both men walk towards the warehouse.
Chris Extreme: Make sure you get this on video. I want to show the entire world what Auschwitz Prison 2 is going to be all about.
Cameraman: Will do.
The first to enter the building is Chris Extreme, who is followed quietly behind by the cameraman. The image then fades out.
Walking out towards his rental car, Declan holds an ice pack to his face. As he approaches the car, he pulls off a slip of paper from underneath the windshield wiper and reads it aloud.
Declan Turner: No Parking. Seventy-five dollar fine. Fucking figures.
Crumpling the paper, he kicks the car as a silver Mercedez-Benz convertible pulls up next to him. Jumping back, Declan shakes his head, scolding himself for overreacting. Erica Nixon smiles as she stops the car.
Erica: Need a ride?
Defeated, Declan slings his bag into the backseat and slumps down in the front seat.
Declan Turner: Hell of a night.
Erica: Night's not over yet.
The car speeds off into the darkness.
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 pink and gold fireworks explode down the ramp, and 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.
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!
...However, as he goes to turn around, he is met by Morgana, who has gone full-speed ahead and has somersaulted over the top rope, hitting him with a tope con hilo! Knocked to the ground, Chris Carson can merely watch as Morgana rises back to her feet and commences kicking and stomping on him, signalling for the bell to ring, much to the delight of everyone in attendance.
Picking "The Creep" up, she swats him across the chest a few times with a barrage of chops and slaps, leaving a red hue behind. These shots are enough to knock "The Creep" back into the front row, where the fans scurry out of their seats, not wanting to be injured by the action. Aware of this, Morgana continually kicks Chris Carson until he is forced to take a seat in the front row. Morgana then picks up a chair and throws it at Chris Carson's head, catching him off-guard, knocking him silly, as he remains on the chair, in a daze.
Sliding back inside of the ring, Morgana calmly bounces off the furthest set of ropes, does two straight cartwheels, ending with a handspring, enabling her to flip over the top rope and land directly onto "The Creep" with a twisting, corkscrew plancha. The impact of this move not only sends Morgana hurdling, but it completely knocks Chris Carson off the chair, which topples over, as well.
With the fans firmly on her side, and strongly against Carson, Morgana rises, not giving Chris a second's chance to recover. Instantly, she kicks and stomps at him, connecting her foot to the back of his neck and head, wishing to keep him down, begging for mercy for all that he has done. Soon enough, she has him rolling off the stage area, where he lands in a pile of desert dust and sand. Leaping from the stage -- onto Chris Carson -- she lands a perfect twisting shooting star press, which no doubt leaves "The Creep" breathless!
Getting right back up, she kicks at Chris Carson's face, making sure to keep him grounded in the sand. She hunches over, about to grab onto his head, when "The Creep" elbows her in the gut, grabs a handful of sand and throws it in her eyes, temporarily blinding her!
Of course, this gives Chris Carson some breathing room, enabling him to stand onto both feet, where he stumbles around near a cactus. When he turns around, he notices that Morgana has rectified her blindness and is now charging at him, like a pink stallion. With nowhere else to turn, he instictively ducks down, allowing him to backdrop Morgana through the air, resulting in her landing back and butt first on the cactus.
A loud screech erupts from the World Champion, as she hits so hard, that the cactus tumbles to the ground. Nevertheless, "The Creep" ignores these howls and moves in, like a predator hunting its pink prey. He gives not one, not two, but three kicks to Morgana's stomach, further smashing her against the cactus, only to then grab her by the hair and rip her away from the plant, pricks and all.
With Morgana's behind definitely bloodied, Chris Carson wastes no time in scooping her up and then dumping her down into a pile of sand, back-first, enjoying the pain being sent through her body. Watching as she writhes about, trying to shut out the pain, Chris Carson removes his belt and starts slapping Morgana all over with it -- from head-to-toe. Turning her over, forcing her to get a mouthful of sand, Chris Carson kicks at the back of her skull, smashing her face into the ground, and then unleashes a fury of more belt-strap shots to Morgy's back and buttocks.
Finishing slapping her with his belt, he hunches over, digs a knee into her spine and takes the belt and wraps it around her throat, while in a sand dune. Pulling back with all of his strength, Chris Carson hopes to choke Morgana out, while pouring some damage into her back. When figuring out that Morgana will not quit, Chris Carson simply rummages down to his feet, grabs on to her pink hair and forces her up to her feet.
Removing a cactus thorn from Morgana's back, "The Creep" laughs at her expense, only to then punch her in the jaw, knocking her back down. Hovering over the World Champ, he again takes his belt and wraps it around his fist. Before he can unload any more damage, though, Morgana reaches up, grabs onto his testicles, pulls down and then clasps her two hands together, squatting them into a vice. A surge of pain racketeers throughout Chris Carson's body, as he tumbles over, holding onto his midsection, giving Morgana a chance to breathe and recover.
Struggling her way up to her feet, Morgana reaches out and grabs onto the leather strap, snatching it from Chris Carson's grasps. Like a Pinky scorned, she unleashes a fury unlike no other, as she whips Chris Carson over-and-over again with the strap, beating him into oblivion. Looking for sanctuary, Chris Carson hussles to towards the stage area, stumbling against the steps to the stage, trying to get away from Morgy, but failing.
Falling up the steps, trying to avoid Morgana, Chris Carson happens to trip several times, unable to escape from her attacks. Dropping the strap, she then picks up a steel chair and flings it at "The Creep"'s head, sending him stumbling against the ring post. She grabs a second chair, sets it up a few feet from Carson, who is against the ring post, trying to regain his strength. Darting forward, she uses the steel chair as a springboard and contorts her body, trying to pancake Chris Carson against the steel post. However, seconds before she connects, "The Creep" becomes privy to his situation and ducks to the side, resulting in Morgana slamming back-first against the post!
Slithering down the steel post, like a battered stripper, Morgana finally collapses on the ground, while Chris Carson stumbles around in a mindless haze. Turning around, he views Morgana on the ground and decides to do something about it -- something that a few kicks and stomps can certainly solve.
After lifting Morgy up, he claws her across the back, kicks her in the stomach and then pulls her in with a standing headscissors. Seconds later, Chris Carson has Morgy lifted upside-down and then dumps her head-first on the stage with a devastating piledriver onto the floor. Proud to have Morgy laid out, Chris Carson rises to his feet, grinning like a madman, while pulling out a wooden table from beneath the ring.
Setting it up, he removes his eyes from Morgy, allowing her to slowly sit up. Unfortunately, she isn't allowed to be up for long, as Chris Carson moves in, football-kicks Morgy in the back, picks up a steel chair and then heaves it onto her. Grabbing onto Morgy's hair, Carson pulls the champ up to her feet and then rolls her inside. Before he joins her, he walks around the outside, grabs onto two chairs and flings them in, tossing them inside by throwing them over the top rope.
Stepping up onto the ring apron, he goes to re-enter the ring... only to have Morgana barge at him, connecting with a running dropkick. This assault is enough to knock him from the ring apron, sending him flying into the front row, sending chairs everywhere.
Up to her feet, Morgana holds her back, trying to regain her strength, watching as Chris Carson stumbles up to his feet. When ready, she uses the top rope as a springboard and dives through the air. Along the way, she barrel-rolls, swinging her body around in a full 720 degree plancha onto Chris Carson, knocking him right back down.
Winded, both competitors get to a kneeling position at approximately the same time, with Chris Carson sitting on an empty chair. Taking a deep breath, he begins hammering at Morgana's head, hoping to knock the pink out of her, even taking the chance to strike her with some headbutts, while sitting in the chair. Making sure Morgana is completely dazed before sending her back inside, Chris Carson hoists her up onto his shoulder, only to then drop her forward, snapping her face off the ring apron.
Bashing her skull once more off the apron, Chris Carson rolls her back inside and slinks in behind her. Up to his feet, he stands tall before her, as she remains face down, receiving some kicks to the back from "The Creep", who picks her up, only to brainbuster her back down. Sliding atop her, he tries for the pinfall...
...1...2...
However, Morgana easily kicks out when the referee's hand slaps the mat for a second time.
Getting to his feet, Chris Carson turns his attention towards the two chairs he had previously threw in. Opening them up and setting them side-by-side, with the seats touching each other, Chris Carson turns around, only to walk into a punch to the stomach from Morgana, who leaps to her feet and then attempts a hurricanrana.
Sadly, her attempt is thwarted, thanks to Chris Carson remaining strong on his feet... until dropping back, slamming her face-first off the two set-up chairs, with a modified version of his "Guillotine Backdrop"!
Rolling around in pain, Morgy holds onto her face, making sure everything is still together. Paying no attention to this, Chris Carson rises once more and hovers over the fallen World Champ. Taking her up by the hair, he drags her towards the set-up chairs, where he then hits "The C.C. Cracker", dropping her neck-first across the chairs!
With a sick smile on his face, Chris Carson again rises and slowly cycles around the chairs. Dropping down, he makes a lackadaisical cover, not even bothering to hook a leg.
...1...2...
Again, Morgana kicks out, allowing the match to continue. Disturbed, Chris Carson rises to a kneeling position and then uses the steel chairs to help him stand. Picking one of them up, he scours around Morgana, waiting for her to stand. Once she is up, he bounces off the ropes, hoping to smash the chair off her pretty face.
Luckily for Morgana, though, she is able to see this venomous attack, thus she drops down. Speeding past Morgy, Chris Carson turns around, only to barge right into a dropkick from Morgana, who connects her feet-to-steel. smashing the chair into Chris Carson's face. As a result of beating off "The Creep"'s skull, the chair goes flying into the crowd, nearly hitting a fan, while Chris Carson drops onto his back, feeling a strong surge of pain, as a tiny droplet of blood makes its presence felt on his face.
In a rack of pain, Chris Carson crawls towards the ring ropes, followed closely behind by Morgana, who stomps at the back of his head, while walking over to the other chair. Lifting it up, she allows Chris Carson to lay across the bottom rope, while positioning the extra chair at the top of his head. Standing adjacent to him, she is able to slingshot herself over the top rope and swing around, delivering a swinging double-stomp to the chair, bashing it into Chris Carson's skull with both of her feet!
Sprawling back, Chris Carson holds onto his bloody head, while Morgana hunches over and grabs onto the chair. Allowing "The Creep" to lay parallel to the ropes, Morgana springboards off the top rope and flies through the air, slipping the steel chair beneath her legs. Completing a flying legdrop, with the chair beneath her legs, Morgana crashes onto Chris Carson, smashing the chair onto his head!
She rolls over, going for a cover...
...1...2...
Chris Carson kicks out!
Far from finished, Morgana stands to her feet, stomps on Chris Carson and then places the chair onto his chest. She climbs to the outer portion of the ring apron, springboards off the top rope and flies towards the adjacent set of ropes. Dropping down on the adjacent top rope, she is able to hit a split-legged moonsault onto Chris Carson and the chair!
Tossing the chair aside, she hooks Chris Carson, while making the pinfall...
...1...2...
Nano-seconds before the three-count, Chris Carson pops his shoulder up, thus keeping the match from ending!
Even the fans are surprised by Chris Carson's kickout, while Morgana rises, trying hard to believe the lack of a pinfall. Picking up the steel chair, Morgana holds it above her head and then slams it across Chris Carson's back. Opening it up once again, she sets it up and pulls Chris Carson back to a kneeling position, which she soon forces him into a sitting position on the chair.
Making her way to the top turnbuckle, her back facing "The Creep", Morgana stands on the top turnbuckle and decides to jump off. Twisting her body through the air, she nails a crisp-looking corkscrew moonsault, flattening both Chris Carson and the chair! She goes for another cover...
...1...2...
And again, Chris Carson kicks out, but just barely!
Stunned at the lack of a pinfall, Morgana stands to her feet, listening to the fans chant for her. Carthweeling across the ring, she goes for end it with a rolling moonsault, but Chris Carson rolls to his left. In fact, Morgana continues vaulting, with "The Creep" continuing to roll to safety, until there is no more room left, forcing him to roll into the corner.
Not liking this, Morgana targets Chris Carson some more, picks him up, kicks him and then whips him into the opposite corner. As he stumbles out, Morgana latches onto his face with a 3/4 facelock and heaves herself into the air, looking for the "Fata Morgana"! However, Chris Carson realizes his predicament, resulting in him charging ahead and flinging Morgana over the top rope, out to the floor! Thanks to this, not only does Morgana fly through the air, but she is sent smashing through the table that had been set up earlier in the match!
On the floor, Morgana lays in a crumpled heap, in a mixture of wood and splinters; while inside, Chris Carson stumbles to his feet, trying to shake the damage out of himself. With blood trickling down onto his nose, he looks at the sole remaining chair left in the ring, realizes the dents in it and picks it up. Waiting for Morgana to rise, he watches as she climbs onto the ring apron, in a daze, deciding to charge forward.
Seeing "The Creep" run at her, Morgana ducks down, thereby escaping the dangerous chairshot to the skull that he had been aiming for. Instead, Chris Carson runs right into a shoulderblock to the gut from Morgy, who then somersault sunset-flips into the ring, over Chris Carson's back, and bounces off the furthest set of ropes. Storming back, she again ducks underneath another chairshot, allowing her to travel towards the next set of ropes.
Watching as Morgana leaps onto the middle rope, Chris Carson decides to charge forward with the chair, trying one last time for another shot. However, thanks to using the middle rope, Morgana is able to successfully leap over him, while the chair smashes across the top rope, rebounding back and bashing into Chris Carson's skull!
When the chair is dropped, Morgy moves in, grabs the chair and uses it for her own advantage. Wheeling back, she wails away at his forehead, dropping him with a stunning blow to the cranium! Looking at the damaged chair in her hands, Morgy observes what she has done and then calls out for someone in the audience to toss her another chair.
What she gets is something quite unexpected.
Sure, one person throws a chair into the ring, but that's followed by a chair from someone else...
...And someone else...
...And another chair...
...And more chairs...
...A litany of more chairs is heaved onto him!
Eventually, a storm of chairs is thrown into the ring, prompting Morgana to roll safely out of the ring, while hundreds of chairs pile in onto Chris Carson, who remains buried beneath the mass amount of steel and rubble.
When the final chair lands, creating a cascade of chairs, with Chris Carson nowhere to be found, Morgana finally rolls into the ring, which is now covered in steel.
From beneath a pile of chairs arrives Chris Carson, looking badly damaged, with a busted open face. Seeing Morgana pick up a chair, Chris Carson has no other choice but to pick one up, as well, hoping to defend himself. The duo charge at each other...
Clang!
They both swing the chairs at each other, striking as if they're in the midst of a sword fight!
Clang!
Again, the chairs meet, with no one hit.
Once more, Chris Carson swings, but Morgana ducks beneath the shot. Dropping her own chair, she glides behind "The Creep", leaps onto his shoulders and then reverse-hurricanranas him, driving his skull into the mass of chairs!
Morgana goes for a cover...!
...1...2...
But "The Creep" kicks out!
Shocked at the lack of a pinfall, Morgana rises to her feet, lifting Chris Carson up long with her. After giving him some chops, she picks up another chair and jams the edge of it into Chris Carson's gut. Dropping the chair, she grabs onto "The Creep"'s head, facelocking him, only to dart up the ring turnbuckles and swing around, looking for a Tornado-DDT onto the chairs in the ring...
However, as Chris Carson turns around, "The Creep" throws Morgana off him, tossing her onto her feet about halfway across the ring. Not liking this, Morgana charges back in, hoping to re-apply the move, only to have Chris Carson side-step her, reverse fireman carries her, and then Burning Hammers her onto a set of chairs!
Thinking that he has Morgana knocked unconscious, Chris Carson leans back and hooks Morgy's leg...
...1...2...
At the last possible moment, Morgana gets her side up, stopping the count!
Stunned at the lack of a three-count, Chris Carson slams his fists off the chairs, demanding a faster count from the referee, even going as far as to go face-to-face with the referee, bloodied and all. Dragging Morgana into the corner, Chris Carson sits her amongst the chairs, while placing another one across her face, hoping to echo a similar situation from earlier, which saw Morgy stomp a chair into his face.
Walking across the ring, Chris Carson continues to hound Morgy, as he hussles towards her, looking for a running-kick to the chair, which would then smash into her face. Seconds before he can stomp the chair into her face, though, Morgy is able to roll to safety, thus seeing Chris Carson stiffly put his foot through the chair!
Believing she has a chance, Morgana schoolboy-rolls Chris Carson up...
...1...2...
In a situation we have become accustomed to, Chris Carson kicks out before the three!
Appalled at the pinfall attempt, a red-faced Carson rises to his feet and instantly stops Morgana from rising with a quick elbows to the back of her neck. From here, he turns her around and then drops her onto her back, using a backdrop-suplex!
Opting to not make a cover, though, Chris Carson stomps at Morgana, points to the top turnbuckle and then signals to the fans, getting a loud jeer. Stepping out to the apron, Chris Carson slowly climbs to the top rope, taking his due time, hoping to do some aerial damage to the World Champion.
Aware of "The Creep"'s unusual placing, Morgana sits up and immediately runs into the corner, where she sprints up the buckles and then hits a super-hurricanrana onto Chris Carson, sending him flying off the top rope, smashing into a pile of chairs! Despite hitting the high-momentum move, both Morgana and Chris Carson lie on the floor, on the cold, hard steel of the chairs, with the fans roaring out.
The referee steps back, letting both competitors sluggishly stand to their feet. Up first is Chris Carson, who is holding his back and has his face bloodied, using the ropes to help him stand. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Morgana also uses the ropes to rise, placing some of her weight on a chair to help her rise. In his corner, Chris Carson grabs and chucks it at Morgana's head, prompting her to duck beneath it. Aggravated, he grabs another chair and throws it down low, thus making her leap over it. After setting up a chair in the corner, he turns around, only to walk right into a running John-Woo kick from Morgana, knocking him back-first into the chair!
In here, Morgana grabs onto Chris Carson's left ear and forces him up into a seated-position on the top rope. Climbing up along with him, she strikes him with some punches, apparently trying for a top rope hurricanrana, but to no avail, as "The Creep" blocks the attempt. In reply, she sends even more punches to Carson's head, which he doesn't take lightly.
Striking back with some fists of his own, Chris Carson knocks Morgana down to the second rope, keeping her down, knowing of her lethal abilities from the top rope. He even sends some elbows to her head, forcing both feet onto the outer portion of the middle rope. He grabs onto her head, about to hit some sort of top-rope cutter, but just like Chris Carson before her, she hangs on for dear life.
Using her own elbows, she catches Chris Carson in the ribs, forcing him to release her. Acting quickly, she leaps into the air, somersaults and then brings Chris Carson down from the top rope, using the "Variations on a Theme"! Having driven Chris Carson face-first into the ring of chairs, Morgana despondently rises and instinctively stumbles into the corner. As fast as she can in this groggy state, Morgana rises to the top... and leaps off, hitting The Morgasm!
She hooks Chris Carson's leg, while the referee counts...
...1...2...
...3!
The bell rings, signalling her victory. Afterwards, she is rewarded with the title, while she lays side-by-side to Chris Carson, breathing hard. The camera fades out, showing the World Title draped across her chest, while she continues to be next to Chris Carson, neither of them moving.
Fade out.
Winner: Morgana
The lights flicker off in the far-away warehouse, showing Chris Extreme inside a large barbed-wire wrapped, wooden, wire and steel mesh cage. This structure, of course, being the place where the main event for Illusions will take place. Standing in the center of the contraption, Chris is inside of the ring, allowing the cameraman to enter with him.
Chris Extreme: Welcome to my humble abode -- the Auschwitz Prison Camp Deathmatch! We have walls made out of barbed-wire strands, steel mesh, and steel rungs. We even have portions made out of wood, just to give that old-time look and experience.
He points to the area outside of the ring, showing where people inside can climb to upper-portions of the cage, where they can do dives off the domed structure.
Chris Extreme: These ropes... they are wrapped in barbed-wire, enough to shed anyone's skin. We have barbed-wire to hang someone from the side of the cage. We have tables... we have glass tables... we have light tubes! Oh God, look at me, I'm getting erect...!
Cameraman: Uh, indeed.
The cock in Chris Extreme's white boxers begins to wiggle.
Chris Extreme: So much carnage, so much damage. And it's all happening this Halloween!
Next, Chris picks up a bag that had been laying on the canvas. Opening them up, he turns the bag upside-down, watching as a flow of thumbtacks trickle out, sprinkling themselves on the canvas.
Chris Extreme: Yes! Yes! Die faggots! Die sluts! Die whores!
Eventually, Chris Extreme gets to his knees, breaks a piece of glass in the pit of thumbtacks and starts rolling around in the mess, while jerking his cock off. Obviously disturbed, the cameraman reluctantly watches, while the camera fades out, ending this edition of Eternity.