Location: St. John, New Brunswick; at a junkyard
Theme Music: Strung Out -- "War Called Home"
The scene opens up in the York's trailer before the show. Jayson Keller and his brother, Andrew Keller, are laughing to themselves.
Jayson Keller: Are you sure you want to do this?
Andrew Keller: Man, I gotta gooo...
Andrew charges his shoulder into the trailer door, breaking it open. They step inside, camera man close behind, and they survey the scenario. Andrew does a few leg dances before crossing them.
Andrew Keller: Come on, man. Fuck this shit, where are they?
Jayson Keller: Uhm.... Oh, here.
Jayson picks up the Yorks' boots. Andrew grabs them quickly, dashes out of the trailer and runs to the side.
Jayson Keller: I don't like being thrown in matches like this. It's complete bull--...
Jayson stops to think.
Jayson Keller: I guess what I'm saying is that I'll go insane if I have to listen to another week of the Yorks' spewing--...
Jayson stops again. He wiggles his lips a little, crunches his brows, and then continues.
Jayson Keller: I mean, this is just dumb. This is stupid. It makes me go crazy, it makes me go ape--...
Jayson puts his finger up to signal "one second," just as Andrew Keller comes back into the scene, plugging his nose and holding up a boot. Andrew starts laughing.
Jayson Keller: Finally. Ring attire that fits everything you said this week. Full of shit.
Andrew drops the boot, making a smush sound, as he and Jayson leave the trailer.
"I can feel it..."
"Catch a fire, Fire it up, Corrupt stirring it up, It's burning hot, drifting, Hitting every slot with a drop kick"
"It's Toxic...."
The lights dim around the arena as the crowd looks eagerly towards the entrance stage.
"Banging heads and ripping threads, If I wasn't rocking shows, I'd be better of dead, With a one two, One word can destroy your whole crew."
"And that's toxic, and that's toxic."
With a sudden shot of bright red pyros, from the top of the building, to the ramp that leads to the ring, a figure appears as the smoke parts. Standing at 6'3" and weighing in at only 256 pounds, Nathan York appears less intimidating than he really is. He stands at the edge of the ramp, looking over the crowd before finally deciding to walk down to the ring. On his way there, he shakes hands with his loyal fans. As he gets to the ring, he pulls himself up with the top rope and then steps between the ropes to enter the ring. He looks over the crowd again before climbing a turnbuckle and hoping the crowd acknowledges his presence with a frenzy of camera flashes. He hops down and quietly circles the ring waiting for his opponent to enter.
Two Adrian York fans appear from backstage. Both are carrying maroon canisters with “gasoline” printed in yellow letters on the front. They soak down the entrance ramp and set the canisters down after emptying them. Next, they reached into their pockets. Both pull out a pack of Marlboro Lights. Simultaneously, they pull one from the package and throw the rest into the crowd.
Two models walk from backstage and receive a hug pop from the crowd. Assorted camera flashes light up the arena, as they bend over to light the cigarettes. The two fans look at each other with smirks on their faces. Right when they let their cigarettes drop from their mouths, the arena goes completely dark. “Suffering” by SOiL blares out and flames ignite the entrance ramp.
PFWHUM!
A light shines down upon Adrian York, who stands underneath the Sintron, with his back facing the crowd. He is dressed in black and red motocross gear. He raises his right arm in the air, while bobbing his head hard to his theme music. After a few seconds, he unstraps his helmet and slings it into the crowd.
The lights come back on and a white fog smothers the entrance ramp. Adrian runs down the right side with his hand out. He hits as many hands possible on the way down. Reaching the bottom, he turns around and does the same thing on the opposite side.
Adrian slides into the ring, then rushes toward the turnbuckle. He jumps to the third rope and begins rocking his head. Camera flashes light up the arena once more.
The music stops abruptly and the crowd goes silent. Adrian drops down into the ring.
A gameshow tune plays on the speakers, thus bringing out Jayson Keller and his older brother, Andrew, who walk to the ring, wanting to earn a victory in their first match as a team. Jayson is the first to enter, watching as Andrew grumpily walks around the ringside area, keeping his eye on the Yorks.
Soon enough, though, Jayson steps to the outside, allowing for Andrew to roll into the ring, still keeping a keen eye on his two opponents, who are also brothers.
The bell rings, and Jayson opts to wait this one out, letting Andrew start his first legitimate TV match. Nathan York chooses to face off first, and the neutral face of Andrew Keller finally screws up into a grin as they face off. Nathan gets the first move in after both men exchange punches, tossing Andrew off the ropes to hit a solid clothesline, but Andrew doesn't go down completely, bouncing back across the ropes again to hit his own lariat on Nathan.
Nathan is shoved back by the move, but also doesn't fall. The brawlers go back to exchanging punches, and Nathan finally gets the edge, tossing Andrew into the ropes and flipping him over his back with a solid belly-to-belly suplex.
Andrew recovers to his knees, only for Nathan to start raining punches against the back of his head. Andrew manages to struggle back to his feet and get back to even, blocking a few punches and flooring Nathan with a few of his own. The next punch Nathan throws is missed completely, allowing Andrew to lock in and jar Nathan with a Spine Buster.
Nathan rolls back to his corner and tags out to the fresher brother, and Adrian climbs into the ring. Andrew charges forth for a punch, but gets tripped up by the faster Adrian. With Andrew against the ropes, Adrian gets Andrew to the mat with a few strong stomps, then drags Andrew up to slam his head to the mat with an inverted DDT. He goes to pin Andrew, but he only gets to two before Jayson rushes in with a double-footed stomp to the back of Adrian’s head.
Distracted, Adrian chases Jayson back out of the ring, only to turn and get a two-armed clothesline to cut him down to the mat. Andrew drags Adrian to the corner, a few kicks to his gut before Andrew tags Jayson in. Jayson gives his brother a rest, his greedy grin flashed to the crowd before he goes to work on Adrian’s right leg, much in the same manner he took down Dan Black.
Jayson drags Adrian to the center and gives a few more kicks to his knee. He gets a bit too full of himself, going for a quick figure-four, but gets kicked with Adrian's left foot and shoved to the ropes. Jayson turns to go back to work, only for Adrian to get Jayson into a suplex of his own, hitting two consecutive German suplexes.
Adrian goes to his corner to tag in Nathan, then throws Jayson off the ropes. He hits a lariat to stagger Jayson, then lets Nathan sneak in to nail a T-bone suplex to the King of Cable Access.
Nathan starts to go to work on Jayson's back, cornering him chest-first against the turnbuckle and hammering at his spine. He lifts Jayson to the top turnbuckle, then lifts him into a seated position, flipping him over his back into a fall-away suplex.
Jayson struggles towards his corner, begging for a tag, but Nathan is quick to tag his own brother. Adrian springs to the top rope and attempts a splash, only to eat canvas as Jayson rolls to the side. Jayson finally jumps to the corner to tag Andrew in, and the older Keller lumbers into the ring, lifting Adrian and punching him towards the corner while Jayson recovers.
Andrew starts to toss Adrian against the ropes and repeatedly clothesline him, but one toss gets Adrian too close to the corner, allowing Nathan a blind tag. Andrew finishes up Adrian with another snap suplex and a kick to the back to shove him to the outside, but turns to walk into a lifting DDT from Nathan.
Nathan is about ready to end the match, but instead lingers at the ropes to see if Adrian is okay. He returns to Andrew and gets him into a powerbomb position, only to turn back to focus on Jayson, who had been approaching Adrian with his microphone, but quickly backs off.
The distraction is enough, however, as once Nathan turns back to face Andrew, the elder Keller charges forth with an incredible punch to the face, his patented "Mouthpiece"! With Adrian staggering to his feet, Andrew easily covers Nathan...
1...2...3!
Andrew stands up victoriously, while Jayson laughs at Nathan, taunting him some more. "The King of Cable Access" drags Nathan York's unconscious body out of the ring, letting him lay on the ground as he reaches under the ring to pull out a table. Before Adrian can realize his brother's position, Jayson has Nathan's limp body on his shoulders and holds him in place for Andrew to get to the edge of the ring and come down, clotheslining Nathan off of Jayson's shoulders and into the table!
Adrian, frantic after that move, rushes over and starts to wail on Andrew's back in retaliation. The sneaky Jayson, however, is a step ahead of him, and as Adrian and Andrew hook up, he starts to set up ANOTHER table! Andrew starts to overpower Adrian and lays him out with another vigorous punch. Adrian staggers over to the table and collapses chest first against it. Jayson Keller is waiting for that opportunity and comes off the ring’s apron with a splash, making it two Yorks through two tables in one night!
Andrew and Jayson laugh to themselves as they help each other to the back, Jayson leaving with more taunting to the crowd. Both York brothers are strewn onto the floor, but stir very slowly after both table attacks.
Winners: Jayson and Andrew Keller
Morgana: This isn't cute anymore. GO HOME!
The scene crackles to life, as seen through a chain link fence surrounding the junkyard hosting Eternity. Several SW camera crews are inside the confines of the fence, but a number of other crews -- their cameras bearing logos for TMZ and x17 -- are standing beyond it, capturing footage and snapping photos of a clearly enraged Morgana. Her eyes are wild and her hair is a mass of knotted curls hanging about her face; her movements are jerky and frenzied, and it's becoming increasingly obvious that she's on the verge of snapping.
Paparazzo: How do you feel about your match tonight, Morgy? That loss at Santa Claus is Dead! still stinging?
Morgy nearly shrieks with rage at the antagonistic questions, and it's exactly the sort of response they were looking for. The camera flashes grow more frequent; the tally lights on the news cameras flash insistently, and she pictures herself practically foaming at the mouth in anger in their view finders.
Morgana: Can't you fucks get real jobs? Do I look like a fucking animal to -- hey! What the fuck are you doing?!
One overzealous photographer begins to climb the chain link fence, obviously hoping to get closer to Morgana, and she looks frantically around the dirty, cluttered junkyard for something -- anything -- to scare him off with. Her eyes settle on a tire iron laying in the dirt; by the time she picks it up, the photographer is at the top of the fence. Taking aim and rearing her arm back, Morgy throws the tire iron as hard as she can at the paparazzo -- hitting him directly in the face with it. He and his camera fall unceremoniously to the ground inside the junkyard, landing with a hard thud. The camera flashes just get more persistent, and the paparazzo drags himself slowly to his feet with blood spurting from his obviously broken nose.
Paparazzo: Thanks for paying my mortgage, lady.
Morgana: Fuck off, you prick. You're not getting a dime from me.
He advances slowly toward her, as if he intends to hit her; Morgy and the SW camera crew alike back up quickly. Blood stains his shirt now, and if he realizes that his face is a swollen, bruised mess, he seems not to care.
Morgana: Don't come near me! I swear to God!
The paparazzi behind the fence are laughing, and no doubt this will be all over the Internet within hours. Morgy backs up again as the photographer stalks toward her -- and stops immediately in her tracks when she hears a low growl behind her. Gasping, she turns around and sees a large, menacing-looking rottweiler, who is obviously the junkyard dog. The fear in her eyes, if it hadn't been evident before, is easily visible now.
Morgana: Oh, Jesus Christ.
Fully expecting to be mauled to death, Morgy braces herself and covers her face with her hands. The dog growls again, and even the photographer has stopped by now; but instead of attacking Morgy like she'd anticipated, he leaps toward the bleeding man, taking him down in an instant. The rottweiler rips viciously at his skin and clothing, and in seconds, the man's terrified screams fill the air.
Morgana: Holy shit!
With flashes nearly blinding her, a frantic Morgana -- rather than attempting to help the man -- turns and flees the area, and although every camera man in the vicinity follows her, the scene fades, as always, to black.
Generic Heel walks to the ring, with no music. Quite a stirring entrance for a very stirring individual.
The voice of Rex "Pain" Pittman fills the arena, screaming "Pain! Pain! PAIN!" right before the opening riffs of "Rockness Monster" by Akimbo. Afterwards, Pittman emerges from backstage, his head obscured by a white frayed towel, looking downwards as he walks stoically to the ring. Once he reaches the ringside area, he climbs the stairs and walks across the edge of the mat, at which point he removes the towel, holds it high in his clinched fist and throws it into the crowd. He enters the ring, does some short laps around the squared circle, and moves towards the corner, where he climbs to the second turnbuckle, holding his fist in the air, while screaming at the crowd.
The arena goes black and a low hiss is heard. "I'm So Sick (T-Virus Remix)" by Flyleaf fades in harshly, cranked up to its highest setting possible. An image appears.
/ the
destiny
show
i will break into your thoughts
with what's written on my heart
Scarlet fireworks explode in chain up to the top of the entrance ramp, where the flames form a ring of fire from which Destiny emerges. She sways down to the ring, an albino snake resting atop her shoulders.
i'm so sick infected with where I live
let me live without this
empty bliss,selfishness
i will break! break!
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 /
Seeing this, Destiny simply shrugs her shoulders and walks up to Rex Pittman, who is equally nonplussed. Together, they lock-up, with Rex Pittman using his power to obtain a side-headlock onto Destiny. Looking for an escape, Destiny desperately tries to wrangle her way out of Rex's powerful clutches, soon seeing her slipping away from his hands, standing behind him.
Delivering a swift snap-dropkick, Destiny kicks Rex front-first into the corner, where she follows in by climbing to the middle rope and then striking with a kick to the back of Rex's head. Having Rex dazed, Destiny turns him around, facing him out and then unloads with a flurry of kicks, seconding that up with an Irish-whip into the opposite corner.
However, Rex is able to reverse the whip, enabling him to hit a short-arm clothesline onto Destiny, twirling her over in the air with a massive blow!
With things returned in his favor, Rex Pittman lifts Destiny up by her hair and then hits a spinebuster! Standing back up, Rex Pittman grabs onto Destiny's ankles, attempting a Boston Crab, only to have Destiny reach up and slap him across the face. Jumping up to her feet, she shakes off the affects of the previous move, hits a spinning back-fist, and then strikes with a climbing enziguiri!
Having Rex dazed, Destiny again leaps up to her feet, this time running towards the ropes and bouncing back, only to leap onto his shoulders. Before she can swing around, Rex throws her forward, tossing her onto her feet. Thinking quickly, she charges forward, springs back off the middle rope and strikes with a swinging roundhouse-kick to Rex Pittman's head, finally knocking him onto his back!
Giving him some kicks, she turns towards the corner, her back facing Pain Pittman, who remains parallel to the corner. However, just as she climbs, Generic Heel leaps from his bucket and slides into the ring, where he covers Rex Pittman...
Turning around, Destiny looks at the sneaky attempt made by Generic Heel, who looks to get a surprise victory, as the referee counts.
...1...2...
When the two is made, Destiny leaps off the top turnbuckle, hitting Generic Heel with a flying legdrop to the back of his neck!
Angry at Generic Heel's attempt to outwit her, Destiny stands to her feet and unloads with a bunch of stomps and kicks to the back of Generic Heel's head, keeping him down and out. Thankfully for Rex, these stomps give him the chance to recover from Destiny's prior assault, allowing him to walk in behind Destiny and club her with an axehandle to the back of her head.
Dropping Destiny down to a knee, Rex lifts her up, gutwrenches her and then perfects a gutwrench-powerbomb, sending her harshly down onto the canvas! Using a standing jack-knife pinfall, he rolls her up, trying to count her shoulders to the canvas...
...1...2...
As the referee's hand slaps the mat a second time, Generic Heel crawls out from the corner and schoolboys Rex Pittman. The referee changes the course of the count, counting in favor of Generic Heel...
...1...2...
Rex Pittman kicks out with ease!
Standing to his feet, Rex immediately flattens Generic Heel with a knee-to-the-gut, and then lifts him onto his shoulders with a standing fireman's carry. Just as he goes to drop back with a Samoan Drop, Destiny rises to her feet and charges in, simultaneously hitting a neckbreaker on Generic Heel as he is driven to the canvas!
Once more, Destiny and Rex remain in the ring, with each of them exchanging blows. Rex's power is enough to add enough stimulation to his punches to bring Destiny down onto her knees. Grabbing her hair, he pulls her into a standing headscissors position and then lifts her up into a powerbomb position.
Up here, Destiny realizes her predicament and commences striking with rapid-fire palm-thrusts to Rex Pittman's skull. This enables her to push herself off his shoulders, land on her feet and attempt to swing another jarring Roundhouse-Kick towards his head. Alternatively, he grabs hold of her incoming foot, stopping the blow from being made, deciding to then swing her around, seeing her attempt a Dragon-Kick.
...Except Rex Pittman ducks beneath her foot, instead striking Generic Heel, who had tried to strike Pittman from behind!
Trying to take advantage of the situation, Destiny, who is now on two feet, charges at Rex, attempting a spin-wheel kick. Sadly for her, Rex is able to grab her in mid-air and then heave her overhead, ala a sack of potatoes, culminating with her landing squarely on the floor.
Thanks to his own strength, Rex Pittman stands alone in the ring with Generic Heel, who stumbles around the ring, unable to keep his footing. This gives Rex the perfect opportunity to charge across the ring, like a raging rhinocerous, hitting a monstrous spear that nearly knocks Generic Heel out of his mask!
Seconds later, Rex Pittman has Generic Heel back onto his feet and whips him into the ropes. Upon his rebound, Generic Heel runs directly into a spinning sidewalk-slam from "Pain" Pittman, hitting a move that he calls the "Painkiller"!
He makes the cover...
...1...2...3!
Standing up, Rex "Pain" Pittman has his hand raised by the referee, while Destiny Daniels struggles to her feet on the floor. Looking upset at the lack of a victory, she slams her fist off the apron and retreats to the back, looking very displeased with herself.
Rex Pittman, meanwhile, enjoys his victory, soaking up the cheers from the fans, in the process.
Winner: Rex Pittman
A lone man stands amongst the trash, lounging about, looking for... something. The title around his waist shines in the sunlight, a beam of light even beaming off the golden swastika.
One question stands...
What the hell is Chris Extreme up to, now? Either way, Ace Rodgers is about to find out. As he steps closer and closer, he hears Chris talking to himself.
Chris Extreme: I'm looking for something good. Let's see here... hmmm...
Reaching into a mound of garbage, his hand quickly retracts, revealing a rat being held in the palm of his hand. Realizing what's in his hand, Chris flings the rat to the side, watching as it scurries off over Ace's right shoe.
Chris Extreme: Ack! Ryan Ford, what the fuck are you doing here? Get out of here, you!
Ace stands next to Chris, who returns to rummaging through the junk.
Chris Extreme: Holy Mercedes, I need to find something...
Ace Rodgers: Uh, Chris... Chris Extreme, what the hell are you doing?
Chris Extreme: What does it look like I'm doing? I'm searching for Christmas presents.
Ace Rodgers: Uh... Chris was last month, remember? You even won that title 4 days before Christmas... remember?
Looking around in disbelief, Chris tries to gauge Ace's seriousness.
Chris Extreme: No fucking way. You're shitting me.
Ace Rodgers: Trust me, I'm not.
From the garbage pile, Chris picks up a red-tye with mustard stains on it and various other speciments crudded into the design. He holds it against Ace's neck.
Chris Extreme: And this would look so good on you, too!
Disgusting, Ace grabs the tye and flings it back into the disgusting filth.
Ace Rodgers: Chris, shouldn't you be preparing for your upcoming match against Tony Millennia?
Still half-interested, Chris Extreme briefly glances at Ace, giving him a nefarious look.
Chris Extreme: Who gives a fuck? It's not like I'm defending my title or anything. I could walk into the match, cock-slap Tony, lay on my back, get pinned, and then walk right on to the back.
Ace Rodgers: Yeah, you're right...
Chris Extreme: I'm always right, Ace. That's why I'm going to become the president of the free world.
Ace Rodgers: ...I mean, after the debacle at the last show, I wouldn't want to defend my title, either. You did lose to Declan Turner and all.
Interest piqued and emotions frazzled, Chris Extreme drops the cum-stained nude female magazine he was perusing and grabs Ace by the collar.
Chris Extreme: What are you talking about?! That didn't happen! It never happened! I... I... it doesn't matter! It was non-title! I'm still the champ! Not that old faggot, Declan Turner! I killed the pink whore -- this title is mine! Look at it!
Chris throws Ace back, enabling Chris to point down below.
Ace Rodgers: Uh, you're pointing at your cock.
Chris Extreme: Whoops.
Switching from cock to title, Chris resumes pointing.
Chris Extreme: See, I'm the champion! Do you see Declan Turner with the World Title? No. It won't happen! It'll never happen!
Ace Rodgers: Well, it could. At our upcoming pay per view, One Minute 'Til Midnight, you're set to defend against him.
Chris Extreme: It'll be my first and only defense. I swear to fucking Mercedes.
Ace Rodgers: Speaking of which, who -- or what -- the heck is Mercedes?
Again, Chris grabs Ace by the collar.
Chris Extreme: Don't threat me, you son of a bitch.
Ace Rodgers: But I never! I--...
Not allowing Ace to finish, Chris storms off.
Chris Extreme: I'll show. I'll beat up Tony Millennia, steal his money and then buy Mercedes a nice Christmas present. Maybe I will buy her something for John Locke.
Ace Rodgers: Uh, the philosopher or the character on Lost?
Chris doesn't hear Ace.
Chris Extreme: ...Actually, no, I'll just find something nice here. Maybe a lead pipe.
Continuing to converse with himself, Chris Extreme strolls off, headed towards the ringside area.
Say say my playmate
Won't you lay hands on me?
TRANSFER MY TRAGEDY!
Through a curtain of fireworks, Tony Millennia steps out to rampant roaring from the crowd, his eyes set on the ring cast before him.my mind's aflame
We could jet in a stolen car
But I bet we wouldn't get too far
BEFORE THE TRANSFORMATION TAKES!
AND BLOODLUST TANKS AND CRAVE GETS SLAKED!
A giant, blood dripping globe with a swastika carved into it appears. Chris Extreme's voice is heard shouting viciously in the background.
DIE WHORES!
DIE FAGGOTS!
DIE NIGGERS!
DIE SPICS!
DIE CHINKS!
DIE MUSLIMS!
DIE JEWS!
DIE JESUS!
DIE GOD!
DIE MOTHER EARTH!
DIE HUMANITY DIE!
The heavy metal tune of "Sonne" by Rammstein blasts over the speakers. Chris Extreme marches out, swastika scarred on his naked chest, and geared up in white boxers and white socks. Around his waist is his Nazi World Title and on his face is a scowl, as he wants to make quick work of Tony Millennia, his former nemesis.
Rolling inside, Chris drunkenly stumbles to his feet, only to then wobble towards Tony Millennia and double-leg takedown him. Showing no emotion for the rules, tact or decency, Chris begins pummeling his knuckles into Tony's face, starting this match off very shrewdly.
Grabbing onto Tony's ears, Chris repeatedly blasts the back of his head off the canvas, wishing to knock Tony into a coma. Unfortunately for that, Tony is soon able to roll out, thereby allowing him to escape from Chris Extreme's attacks.
Standing up, he ducks beneath one clothesline from Chris; and another, finally ducking beneath a swinging-elbow attempt. Eventually, Tony is able to capitalize on Chris missing a punch, allowing him to swing Extreme around, hoist him up into a back-suplex position and then atomic-drop him down.
Bouncing off the ropes, a rejuvenated Tony Millennia returns with a bulldog to Chris Extreme, driving his head into the canvas, giving him the chance to roll Chris onto his back and attempt a cover.
...1...2...
...But Chris is able to easily kickout.
Not only that, but he is able to wiggle his way out of Tony's clutches, giving him the chance to regain his composure; and along with that, the momentum of the match.
Upon regaining his wind, Chris uses his usual brawling techniques to take control. Most notably, using his bald head to headbutt Tony in the testicles. Along with that, he even bites Tony's inner-thigh, resulting in Millennia, the former two-time champ, to huddle over, allowing for Chris to drive him head-first into the canvas with a spike-piledriver.
In a scene reminiscent of the last Eternity, Chris Extreme again opts not to go for a cover, which led to his loss the last time this happened. Sadly for Tony, this is not the case. Hunching down, Chris gives Tony a series of reckless knees to the jaw/head, striking him over and over again, until the referee is forced to move in and pull Chris away, giving him the knockout victory over Tony Millennia.
Standing to his feet, Chris hovers over Tony, whose nose seems to be broken, made apparent by the tiny trickle of blood spilling down from his right nostril. There's even bloodstains on the knee Chris used to repeatedly smash into Tony's head.
Walking around the ring in a daze, Chris soon slips to the outside, saunters over towards the announcer's desk and then grabs his World Title, complete with engraved swastika. Lurching to the back, he acts just as cold and callous as he did prior to entering.
Tony Millennia, on the other hand, looks absolutely terrible in the ring, as the blood pours from his nose, semi-conscious from a barrage of rapid-fire knees to the head. It isn't until Tony rolls out to the floor that he is able to regain his wits, enabling him to reach out and grab ahold of the microphone.
Out here, on the floor, Tony yanks the microphone out of the ring announcer's hands and stumbles around, trying to focus his vision. Holding the microphone up, he begins to speak over the chanting fans.
Tony Millennia: I lost. I lost, but I've gotten money. That's all that matters anymore. Not you people, not my well-being. Just sign me up and pay me. It's the only thing that matters. Those few words are spoken and Tony throws down the microphone, leaving behind a rather confused audience.
Winner: Chris Extreme
We cut away from the disgusting junkyard to a blank screen. One of those expensive sounding narrators speaks up.
Narrator: The following public service announcement was paid for by Corey Ashton.
...And then this beautiful image comes up....
We open to a church, in a setting which has obviously been filmed earlier in the day. We cut inside, into one of those swanky confessional booths. A pretty young lady is pouring her heart out and confessing all of her wrong doings.
Young Lady: Father, I have sinned.
Priest: Yes, my child.
The voice is cool and arousing. We know who that has to be!
Father Ashton: What has thy done to...thy ..sin...something...God thingy?
Smooth, Corey. So smooth.
Young Lady: I fornicated yesterday with my husband’s best friend. He took me right over my husband’s favorite recliner. I feel so dirty.
Father Ashton: Ooh...Go on, my child.
She stammers briefly.
Young Lady: It was a one-time thing. I’m so ashamed!
Father Ashton: Tell me what happened, my child. In detail. Like... in descriptive context.
Young Lady: Are you sure, Father?
Father Ashton: Do I bang little boy’s up the butt?
Gotta love Catholicism!
Young Lady: Good point. Well, alright. I was bringing home the groceries from the store and Steve was there.
Father Ashton: Let’s call him Corey. Yeah, uh, for the sake of confidentially.
Young Lady: Yeah, that seems smart. He says; “Margaret, do you need any hel—“
Father Ashton: Let’s call you Adora. Okay?
She smacks her gum loud.
Young Lady: Uh, okay. So he says; “Adora, do you need any help with that sausage?” And I’m all like, I didn’t buy any sausage...
Corey lets out a tiny, nearly stifled moan.
Young Lady: Are you okay?
Father Ashton: Yes, please continue.
Young Lady: So he helps me with the bags and I start dusting off my husband’s chair...The next thing I know, he’s behind me, like a rabbit.
A louder moan comes from ‘Father’ Ashton this time.
Young Lady: Are you sure you’re okay?
Father Ashton: Uh, uh, yeah. Tell me what happened next.
Young Lady: So, Corey is really banging me hard. He’s working like a piston in there, Father.
Father Ashton: YEAH, BABY. BOW DOWN TO RECEIVE SALVATION!
Young Lady: What?
Father Ashton: Hurry, Adora!
She bows down beneath the divider that separates the two booths.
Young Lady: Give me salvation, Father!
Father Ashton: Hamburgers~!
And before we know it, the young lady feels sticky salvation all over her face.
Young Lady: Oh my! I can feel it!
...
We cut away from this scene before someone is arrested.
The cameras return to the ringside area, where a scrawny, white young man is in the ring, looking out of place, but still ready to fight. This man, of course, is Dwight Ike Keller, another one of the Keller relatives, which have made their presence known in Sin Wrestling.
The loud sounds of Against Me's! "Sink, Florida, Sink" hit the sound system like the sound of thunder. The crowd is silent for the most part, apart from the usual drunken screams and ignorant cheers. Through the curtains, out steps Corey Ashton, bearing a smug look on his face and showing no attention to the fans, ignoring them as if they weren't even there. His only attire is a pair of black traditional wrestling boots, white wrist tape and a pair of black Muay Thai style shorts.
Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring, weighing in a sleek two hundred sixteen pound and standing at five eleven! He hails from Seattle, Washington! Corey Ashton!
Corey slides underneath the bottom rope and stands up quickly, immediately goes into a corner and waits for the match to kick-off, with a determined look on his face.
In this battle of famous families, both men look to want to start off strong, resulting in Corey and Dwight stepping into each other, immediately exchanging punches. After some strong rights and lefts from both men, Dwight Ike Keller takes advantage by striking Corey Ashton between his legs with a swift kick.
Double over in pain and holding his junk, Corey Ashton yelps out in pain, as Dwight goes on the offensive.
Not with any wrestling moves, mind you, but with a blustrious flurry of punches, kicks, knees and even some bites. With Corey still bundled over, Dwight knees him on the face, only to follow that up with an influx of knees to the back of the neck. After some more punches, Dwight tries for -- get this -- a wrestling move!
Wrapping Corey's arm around his neck, Dwight tries to suplex him. He goes to hoist Corey into the air, but as he is about to be lifted, Corey blocks the attempt, instead sending Dwight Ike Keller to the ground with a suplex of his very own. Surprised, Dwight pops right back up, hoping to knock Corey down with a clothesline. However, the arm is blocked by Corey, who applies a half-nelson, which he soon turns into acrossface-chicken wing.
Using his free arm, Dwight strikes Corey in the ribcage, trying to free himself, finding an opening with an elbow to the gut. Bouncing off the ropes, Dwight returns with a running high-knee, which strikes Corey in the face, knocking him into the ropes. Shrugging off the blow, Corey bounces back, hoping to bring Dwight down with a running-clothesline.
Seeing this, Dwight wisely ducks down, spins around and then punches Corey Ashton in the neck! Holding his neck, Corey stumbles around, trying to keep his focus. Unfortunately, Dwight follows the previous blow with another punch to the jaw.
Almost stunned, Corey stands, almost privy to another punch from Dwight. Instead of standing there, taking the punch, Corey ducks down and hoists him onto his shoulders with a standing fireman's carry. Seconds later, Corey Ashton jams Dwight down with the "Fall of Neptune", a Death Valley Driver!
With his opponent down and out, Corey crawls down around to his feet, where he grabs onto Dwight's right ankle. Applying the ankle-lock, Corey drops down, applying even more pressure with a grapvevine, listening with glee, as Dwight struggles and writhes, forced to tap out, as soon as possible.
Tapping a riled up Corey Ashton the shoulder, telling him the match is over, the referee officially declares Corey as the winner. Aware of this, Corey soon throws Dwight Ike's leg to the side, stands to his feet and holds his hand into the air, expecting to receive a grand ovation from the fans...
...which, instead, he gets a series of jeers, obviously angering him. At this point, he exits the ring, leaving Dwight Ike Keller inside, feeling the pain in his twisted and contorted ankle.
Winner: Corey Ashton
The glorious superstar known as The Generic Heel stands in the backstage area, holding a pork chop in his hand. He stands in front of a gate, which has two rather large, angry and ferocious rottweiler dogs inside of it -- obviously the guards for the junkyard. Climbing to the top of the cage, The Generic Heel holds out the pork chop, making the two dogs get to their feet, their mouth juicing for that delicious pork chop.
Generic Heel: Here doggy. Here nice doggies.
One of the dogs jump up, attempting to snatch the pork chop out of Generic Heel's hand, only to have Generic Heel pull his arm back, yanking the pork chop out of the air.
Generic Heel: Haha, stupid dog.
As the first dog lands on its feet, Generic Heel holds out the pork chop once again. This time, the other dog jumps up, attempting to grab the pork chop, but to no avail, as Generic Heel pulls back.
Generic Heel: Once again, I, The Generic Heel, have outwitted you two dogs!
By now, a crowd of leftover paparrazi members have gathered around, taking pictures of the scene in front of them, with Generic Heel dangling the pork chop over the head of the dogs. Lights flash, while Generic Heel holds the pork chop out once again.
Generic Heel: Here you go, stupid dogs.
Flash, flash, flash, flash...
The flashing blinds Generic Heel, rendering him unable to observe the situation and pull back. Instead, the rottweiler bites into Generic Heel's arm, forcing him to yell out in pain.
Generic Heel: Ouchies!
Dropping the pork chop into the pen, Generic Heel falls back, holding his bleeding arm, landing on his rear end. As Generic Heel holds his arm, trying to stop the bloodflow, "The Creep" Chris Carson walks into the scene, holding a lead pipe in his hands, dressed for a street-fight. Looking down at Generic Heel, Chris Carson shakes his head.
Chris Carson: Good going, champ.
Seeing the crowd of paparazzi members outside of the gates, a mischievous thought pours into "The Creep"'s head. Smiling broadly, he steps towards the gate, where the paparazzi are slamming against the gates, trying to make their way in, wanting to get a picture of Morgana, ala Romero zombies.
Chris Carson: You guys look like you need to get in.
Random Photographer: Yes! Yes! Let us in!
Random Photographer #2: Please let us in!
Chris Carson: Hmm...
Flipping the switch door on the gate, Chris Carson steps to the side, allowing for the paparazzi members to push the gate door open. Almost tripping over each other, the paparazzi members spill into the junkyard, where they hope to get some pictures of Morgy.
Falls Count Anywhere
Audience members converse amongst themselves as the smell of decay rises up from mounds of trash all around the stage. Despite several air-freshening contraptions blowing artificially-scented breezes over them, many crinkle their noses and crane their necks, looking for something to take their minds off of the incessant odor.
All My Life I been searching for something...
Something never comes, never leads to nothing...
Nothing satisfies, but I'm gettin close...
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
The words "MADE FOR TV" serve that purpose, instantly capturing their attention, as the stage lights dim. Meanwhile, "All My Life" by the Foo Fighters progresses on; and an array of baby blue lasers shoot into various directions, moving about in time with the rhythm of the music.
As the song drops in, explosions go off, as Sebastian York makes his way to the top of the ramp, rocking out to the music. He hops up and down atop the ramp, the Television Title proudly worn around his waist.
However, party time is soon halted as Chris Carson appears, seemingly out of thin air, and tackles Sebastian from behind, causing his chin to slam against the ramp with a loud THUD! Carson, however, doesn't let up, grabbing Sebastian by his curly blond hair and grinding his face up against the ramp as if it were a cheese grater and his head a big block of cheddar.
Having grown tired of this, "The Creep" lifts York to his feet and leads him away from the entryway and toward the piles of trash surrounding the crowd. Halfway there, York comes to, elbowing Carson in the stomach and causing him to double over. Stepping to the side, Sebastian York proceeds to drop an elbow across the back of Carson's neck. As Carson staggers off, Sebastian follows up, hitting a German suplex on Carson.
With the audience looking on in amazement, Sebastian York now forces Chris Carson to his feet, grabbing him by the arm and flinging him into what appears to be an old, beat-up barbecue. The impact of Carson's body on the barbecue causes it to tilt and fall; Carson falls on top of it. Meanwhile, Sebastian catches sight of an empty propane tank that is still attached to the barbecue. Smirking, he moves forth, fumbling with the tank and trying to remove it from the barbecue.
Concurrently, Carson shakes his head from side to side, struggling to regain his senses. Heaving himself up off the barbecue, he stumbles off, his eyes searching the piles of trash.
At last, Sebastian York is able to remove the propane tank. However, before he can make much use of it, Chris Carson comes charging in, jabbing a splintered broomstick into the small of York's back. York yelps and arches his back; in response, Carson jabs once more, before tossing the broomstick aside and gripping York's shoulder, twirling him around.
Following a boot to the midsection, Carson quickly moves into position and delivers a swift snap suplex.
After a few boots to the chest, Carson turns his attention to the propane tank he saw York fumbling with. A maniacal grin spreading across his face, "The Creep" moves toward it as if caught in a tractor beam. Getting a firm grip on the tank, he lifts it up above his head and turns toward York, who has turned over onto his hands and knees. Having not an ounce of mercy for his opponent, "The Creep" hammers the tank against the back of Sebastian York's skull, which splits open and begins to bleed profusely.
The crowd roars as Chris Carson flips Sebastian over and attempts a pinfall.
...1...2...
...!
Surprisingly, Sebastian York kicks out at two and three quarters. Chris Carson appears annoyed but remains on task, hopping right up and dropping a couple elbows across York's throat. Finally, he lifts York up and places him in a standing head scissors; Carson taunts the audience.
Once he has successfully annoyed the audience with his showboating, Chris Carson goes on to powerbomb Sebastian York -- then he goes on to showboat some more!
Back on the assault, Carson turns back to Sebastian York, who appears to be out cold. This time, Carson whips him into a heap of trash, the sound of glass breaking beneath York's weight. "The Creep" eyes the crowd, who boo ferociously, before running toward and drilling his knee into his downed opponent -- or at least, that's what he would have done, if Sebastian York didn't move out of the way in the nick of time.
Carson's knee, instead, drills into a bag of broken glass, splitting his flesh open; the crowd, of course, loves this and cheers Sebastian on as he violently snaps Carson against the ground in a full nelson suplex.
Having gained momentum, Sebastian York continues pummel away on a downed Carson, grabbing his leg and kicking it several times, obviously trying to weaken it for his "Fighting Mediocrity" finisher. After this, York takes a breather, glancing over at the audience, who response positively.
Back to action, York forces Carson up. Aware of his surroundings, York whips Carson around and sends him flying into rusty, weather-beaten Oldsmobile. Carson's back strikes the car, but as York attempts to follow up, charging in on Carson, Carson comes to life and lifts a boot into York's face for his efforts. Unwilling to miss this opportunity, Carson takes control of the match by bouncing Sebastian York's cranium off of one of the car windows, causing a crack to appear.
With Sebastian's eyes glazed over, possibly from the results of a concussion, "The Creep" rolls him onto the hood of the car. Crawling up after him, Carson pulls him to his feet, signaling for "The C.C. Bomb." However, as Chris Carson tries to pull Sebastian York to his feet, York resists, hammering Carson in the shin. Carson cries out in pain as Sebastian rises up and delivers a European uppercut, sending Carson flying off the car and into the dirt below.
Sebastian hops down off the car, going to work on Chris Carson. After a few shots to the legs, he secures a standing figure four leg lock on "The Creep," who howls in pain.
Though sufficiently weakened, "The Creep" hangs on, refusing to tap out. Of course, Sebastian York doesn't appear to mind, his only intent being to further weaken Carson. Once he accomplishes this, he releases the hold, leaving Carson to nurse his leg.
Flipping Carson onto his stomach, Sebastian York continues the punishment, driving his knee into Chris Carson's spine. In addition to the knee in his opponent's spine, Sebastian even secures a chin lock, maximizing the damage.
With the pace greatly slowed, Sebastian takes a few moment's to himself, massaging the back of his skull, which is caked with dry blood. Before turning his attention back to Chris Carson, however, York moves in the direction of the pile of trash Carson threw him into earlier. Only after having sought out and retrieved the bag of broken glass upon which Chris Carson split his knee open, does Sebastian York turn his attention back to "The Creep." Sebastian York then proceeds to dump the shards of broken glass onto the ground next to Chris Carson.
Chris Carson, who catches wind of Sebastian's plan, fights back as Sebastian York wraps his legs up and tries to turn him over onto the pile of broken glass. Though Chris Carson is at first able to fight him off, in the end, Sebastian York comes out on top, literally, as he successfully locks in his version of the sharpshooter, "Fighting Mediocrity" -- on the broken glass!
"The Creep" thrashes around, cutting himself up on the glass in the process. York applies more pressure. Things do not look good for Carson.
Despite losing a great deal of blood, Chris Carson does manage to maintain consciousness. Though it seems hopeless, Carson continues clawing around on the earth. Eventually, after much blood loss and dirt in the face, Carson earns a tiny bit of momentum, lifting himself up and twisting his body around with as much strength as he can afford. This causes Sebastian York to release the hold, and when he turns around, York receives a swift kick in the groin from the still downed Chris Carson.
The crowd is on their feet. Both men are down and it is a race to see who will gain control of the match. What seems like an eternity passes by as tension rises to an extraordinary high. At last, it is "The Creep" who is able to win the race and rise to his feet, mere seconds before Sebastian York.
Quickly, Carson grabs Sebastian and sends him back into the rusted Oldsmobile, which rocks as Sebastian's midsection strikes it, his upper body spreading out over its hood. Chris Carson moves in, taking hold of Sebastian York's pants and using them to hoist him up onto the car. Carson then follows him up, wasting no time in lifting York to his feet and placing him in a front face lock. However, Sebastian fights back, sending a set of well-aimed fists into Chris Carson's armpit, nearly sending Carson down to the ground again.
Notwithstanding the efforts put forth by Sebastian York, Carson, fueled by anger, is able to shrug these blows off, tightening the front face lock and kneeing Sebastian York in the stomach with all his might. The wind knocked completely out of him, Sebastian York is no match as "The Creep" transitions from front face lock into standing head scissors and sneaks in a devastating "C.C. Bomb" on the top of the dented car, resulting in Sebastian smashing through, landing inside! Chris Carson follows up and makes the cover on the devastated Sebastian York, falling atop him...!
...1...2...
Sebastian remains in a crumpled heap, unable to move...
...3!
Chris Carson is successful in capturing the win and shoots a cocky grin at the referee, who has kept his involvement in this match low-key for fear of being injured. However, the ref's presence is irrelevant, as all the focus is centered on "The Creep," who picks up an astounding victory over Sebastian York and becomes the new Sin Wrestling Television Champion.
Winner: "The Creep" Chris Carson
Somehow, two paparazzi members have sneaked into the junkyard. With cameras in hand, they discuss their usual stalking techniques, trying to one-up the other. The first photographer, looking like someone straight out of an Abercrombie and Fitch commercial, snarkily speaks about the photos in his possesion.
Metrosexual Photographer: I've got pictures of Morgy just getting out of the shower. This will sell good.
The other photographer pompously sticks his nose in the are, his lip-ring and spiky, dyed-blonde hair glimmering in the sunlight, and confidently responds.
Hipster Photographer: Yeah, bra, well I've got pictures of Morgana changing her tampon...
Metrosexual Photographer: Wow.
Hipster Photographer: Wait, I'm not finished, bruv. As she's changing her tampon, it falls on the floor, getting filthy, only to have her pick it up and put it back in.
Metrosexual Photographer: Ugh, that's disgusting! Is that true?
Hipster Photographer: ...Err... well, it looks like Morgana! She has pink hair... and was on the toilet... that's good enough for me!
Metrosexual Photographer: Yeah, well, I hear Morgana hates Mexican people. I need to find pictures of her slapping them around.
Hipster Photographer: Damn, broseph, that's a good idea.
Just then, a man in a dark trench-coat and sunglasses walks up to the two photographers. At first, he whistles at them, trying to gain their attention. When that fails, he simply walks up to the metrosexual photographer and taps him on the shoulder.
Metrosexual Photographer: What the...? Who the...?
Hipster Photographer: Whoa, bro, it's Corey Ashton!
Angered at the photographer saying his name out loud, Corey hushes him, trying to keep things quiet.
Corey Ashton: Shush. I need a favor.
Ch-ching $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
The sound of a cash register immediately sound in the ears of both photographers, as they lean close to Corey, wanting to learn more. Meanwhile, Corey Ashton removes wads of cash from his deep pockets, holding the money in his hand and offering it to the photographers.
Corey Ashton: I want you guys to go to Morgana's estate, find Adora -- preferably a naked Adora -- and take pictures of her at her... uh... most private moments, if you catch my drift.
Hipster Photographer: w00t moneys.
The metrosexual slaps the hipster douchebag.
Metrosexual Photographer: What my friend here is trying to say is: yes. Of course we'll do it! And by "private moments", you mean...?
Corey Ashton: You know... when she's shaving her privates; all of that shabazz.
Hipster Photographer: Hells yeah.
Corey Ashton: Yeah, anyhow... it's a deal, right?
Metrosexual Photographer: Right.
Corey goes to hand over the money... only to receive a kick to the knuckles, sending his hand springing back, sending money floating everywhere.
Corey Ashton: Hey, what the...?
Scared for their pitiful, nonexistent lives, the photographers run away, leaving Corey to deal with the trouble. Trouble, of course, named Destiny Daniels, who stands at the front of Corey Ashton, who scrambles, trying to reclaim his money.
Destiny Daniels: The only thing I hate more than lonely, stalking, creeps; is lonely, stalking perverts.
She glares coldly at Corey, who tries stuffing the money into his trenchcoat pockets.
Corey Ashton: God, what do you want, you cold, dirty whore? If you don't stop hounding me this instant, you won't have a tooth left when I force you to suck my cock.
Rolling her eyes, Destiny stiffly responds.
Destiny Daniels: As if I haven't heard a lame response as that before.
Corey Ashton: Screw you, cunt. What do you even want? Go bother someone else. Someone else, who isn't trying to get some play.
Destiny Daniels: Re-match.
Corey Ashton: What? What the fuck are you talking about? I oughta smack some sense into your head, you dumb skank.
Destiny Daniels: I won't stop hounding you until I get a re-match. Do you understamd, or must I spell it out for you, again?
She looks at her foot -- the same one she used to kick the money out of Corey's hand, interrupting the transaction being made.
Destiny Daniels: Well?
Looking annoyed, Corey screws up his face, cursing Destiny under his breath.
Corey Ashton: I beat you once; I can beat you twice, damnit. You want your re-match... fine, you've got it. At the next pay per view, One Minute 'Til Midnight. It's my last and only offer.
Pretending to think hard, Destiny quickly responds.
Destiny Daniels: Good enough for me, perv.
Bending over, Destiny picks up a wad of money and pumps it against Corey's chest.
Destiny Daniels: Now go buy yourself a prostitute.
Destiny walks away, leaving Corey with a good idea.
Corey Ashton: Actually, that's a pretty good idea!
The image fades out, with Corey Ashton removing his trenchcoat and tossing it into an empty barrel.
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 the bell to ring.
The arena unexpectedly descends into total darkness, sparking the crowd into an expectant frenzy. After a long moment of anticipation, "Piece of Me (Remix)" by Britney Spears pulses through the sound system, accompanied by an image of Morgana in all of her pink-haired glory, which overtakes the screen.
The crowd cheers at nearly deafening decibels as hot pink and gold fireworks explode down the ramp, prompting Morgana to saunters out from backstage. Wearing a miniscule pink and black skort, black fishnets, knee-high boots and a tight black tank top, her long hair pulled into two loose braids, Morgy slowly makes her way toward the ring, blowing kisses to fans in the front row as she does so, her every step accompanied by another explosion of fireworks.
i'm miss lifestyles of the rich and famous
i'm miss oh my god, that morgy's shameless
i'm miss extra, extra, this just in
i'm miss she's too big now she's too thin
Basking in the cheers of the crowd, Morgy pauses on the apron before grasping the top rope and flipping gracefully into the ring. "Piece of Me (Remix)" dies abruptly over the speakers as Morgy parades confidently around the ring, waiting for the match to begin.
In what could possibly pass as a pay per view calibre match, Morgana and Declan Turner go one-on-one for the first time in a Sin Wrestling match. It isn't just any match, too; it's a 2/3 falls match, meaning the first person to obtain two falls wins the match.
Up first, the two competitors walk toward each other, with Morgana offering her right hand for a handshake. Declan is quick to respond, as she shakes Morgy's hand, even proceeding to kiss it in a gentleman's fashion, which is a first for a Sin Wrestling main event.
Surely this behaviour won't last for too much longer, as seconds later, Declan has a side-headlock applied, which Morgy squirms, trying to free herself from. When she is able to duck out of the hold, she applies a hammerlock, trying to get a feeling for the match.
Unfortunately for her, though, she receives an elbow to the nose for her efforts. Not only that, but Declan reaches over his right shoulder and then snap-mares her to the canvas, only to then hit a seated-dropkick to the back of Morgy's neck. Laying her straight out, he hooks onto her right arm, applying an armbar and then slides her onto her stomach.
In this position, he tries for a side-armbar, hoping to pull her arm out of socket. Luckily for the former World Champ, she is able to use her knees to rise to a higher position, enabling her to roll through the armbar, only to snap up to her feet and apply a wristlock onto a now-standing Declan Turner.
Declan, who will have no part of this, instantly slaps Morgy's hands away, steps to the side and then drop-toe-holds her. Swinging up to her head, he applies a front facelock, coupling that with a modified-hammerlock, which he uses to try and wear her down, even using some knee-strikes for his efforts.
Eventually, Morgana is able to rise, still with Declan holding onto her, trying to choke her out with a guillotine submission. After releasing her, Declan attempts a European uppercut, but has the move side-stepped, resulting in Declan spinning around in front of Morgy. She uses this untimely miscue to her advantage, as she leaps up, hooks both feet beneath Declan's armpits and rolls him up from behind with a modified Victory Roll!
She rolls through the rollup, bridging herself onto Declan, looking for victory...
...1...2...
However, Declan kicks out just as the two is made!
It doesn't take either competitor very long to rise back to their feet, with Declan being the first to make a move, as he tries for a roaring-forearm to Morgy's head. Seeing this, Morgana ducks beneath the attempted strike and leaps up onto Declan's shoulder. Again, she tries for a quick pinfall, using a Victory Roll to try and capture Declan off-guard.
As usual, the referee counts...
...1...2...
And yet again, Declan kicks out!
Up to her feet before Declan, Morgana connects with a seated-dropkick to the side of Declan's head, knocking him back onto his side. Using this opportunity to bounce off the ropes, Morgana returns, hitting a somersault senton onto Declan, which she rolls through, allowing her to leap onto the middle rope. Springboard moonsaulting back, she lands on Declan, who is unable to escape to safety.
Once more, she drops down, looking for another pinfall...
...1...
But Declan quickly bridges himself out of the pinfall, easily standing up to his feet. Once he's up, he savate-kicks Morgy in the ribcage, hunching her over, and then pulls her into a standing headscissors. Soon after, he rolls her up onto his shoulders, hoisting her up into a powerbomb attempt, only to have her backflip off his shoulders and land on her two feet.
Thinking quickly, she strikes a backflip-moonsault combo, using both feet to knock Declan against the ropes, frustrating him enough to charge out and try to regain vengeance on her for slipping out of his hold. Watching as Declan tries for a clothesline, Morgana ducks beneath his arm and again storms right towards the ropes, where she again uses the middle rope to propel herself into the air. This time, however, she soars through the air, using both feet to stomp onto Declan's chest, surfing him all the way down to the canvas with a double-stomp!
Right away, Morgy ducks to the outer portion of the apron, slingshots herself towards the adjacent set of ropes and goes for a split-legged moonsault onto Declan...
...but he lifts his knee at the best possible time. As a result, Morgana goes chest-first onto Declan's knees, giving him the chance to stand back to his feet, catching a breather.
Not one to lay back, Morgana springs right back up, notices Declan trying to regain his strength near the ropes, and then charges at him. Likewise, Declan notices Morgana, which gives him quick, blatant idea.
Duck!
Morgana goes flying over the top rope with an attempted backdrop from Declan. Fortunately for her, she retains her awareness and uses this to land safely on the ring apron, much to the obliviousness of Declan Turner, whose back is turned, thinking he has tosses the former World Champ to the outside. What a surprise he's bound to get once he turns around.
With Declan in prime position, meaning he is now facing her, Morgana springboards off the top rope and lands on his shoulders, giving him a hurricanrana, which she uses to roll Declan up!
Seeing the quick rollup, the referee counts...
...1...2...
Rolling backwards, Declan finds an escape-route, stopping the count. Instead, he grabs onto Morgana's legs, pulling her next to him. He then wraps her legs around his head and holds her up, trying for another powerbomb. Just like before, she is able to escape from this attempt, as she scurries out behind Declan, using momentum to charge into the ropes.
On her way back, Morgana goes for a tilt-a-whirl headscissors, using three rotations! On her final rotation, she goes to spin Declan out, but he performs a cartwheel, safely keeping his balance and keeping him on his feet. Watching Morgana rise, he again charges at her, looking for another clothesline.
However, just like Declan before her, Morgana also performs a cartwheel, giving her the ability to kick through his arm, disrupting his flow. Landing on her feet, she leaps towards Declan, grabbing his head with a front-facelock and then brings him down, skull-first, with a swinging-DDT!
Now with Declan laid out, she makes her way into the corner, immediately climbing to the top turnbuckle pad. Unaware to her, though, Declan has risen, as well, watching as the pink-haired form of Morgana is about to moonsault back.
Flipping backwards through the air with a vertical moonsault, Morgana's hang-time is thwarted once Declan surges forward, bringing her down with a vicious, leaping spear! Landing without regard onto Morgy, Declan hooks a leg on his fallen opponent...!
The count is made...
...1...2...3!
(Declan Turner: 1; Morgana: 0)
Using the method of surprise in his favor, Declan obtains the first pinfall of the match, making Morgana suffer the first-fall of this 2/3 falls match. Let's not forget that he needs to secure a second pinfall to win the match, though.
A confident Declan Turner soon sits up, looking at Morgana, who lays almost-defeated on the canvas. Standing up, he walks towards her, grabs her right arm and then kicks it, continuing to work it over, hoping to also receive the second pinfall.
Still with her arm in his possession, he lifts her up and hoists her onto his shoulders with a standing fireman's carry. Vaulting her forward, he throws her to the mat, only to deliver a heinous kick to the ribs, as gravity works its magic, pushing Morgy to the mat.
He returns to holding onto Morgana's right arm, proceeding to roll her onto her stomach and applying a hammerlock around his own right leg. Reaching forward, he grabs onto Morgana's right leg and locks on a single-leg crab. Showing no pity and only wanting victory, a vast cry from the beginning of the match, Declan pulls back on Morgy's right leg, viciously bending her in a way that a normal person was not meant to be bent. Amongst this hold, he also has her right arm trapped around his right leg, applying pressure on that front, as well.
The referee occasionally checks in on Morgana, whose pink hair dangles in front of her face, showing the signs of pain and hopelessness. Upon hitting the realization that Morgana will not quit, Declan releases the hold, hovers over acowering Morgana and then blasts her in her right shoulder with a stiff, jarring kick.
Lifting Morgy up, Declan soon applies an over-the-top wristlock on Morgy's right arm, even using his strength advantage to lift her afew inches off the canvas. Hammerlocking Morgy's right-arm behind her back, Declan soon scoops Morgy up and then drops her down with a body-slam, dropping her onto her arm! In a matter of seconds, Declan latches onto the same right arm, attempting a cross-armbreaker submission!
As usual, the referee steps in, checking to see if Morgy will submit, thus giving the match to Declan. In the midst of all this, the fans split their cheers, some of them chanting for Declan; the other half chanting for Morgy.
LET'S GO DECLAN!
Morgana rolls out of the submission attempt, despite Declan still grasping onto her arm.
LET'S GO MORGY!
Rolling once more, she is able to break free from Declan's clutches, allowing her right arm to hang lifelessly from her body.
LET'S GO DECLAN!
She stands back, watching Declan rising, waiting for the proper moment to try an attack.
LET'S GO MORGY!
She charges at him, hoping to hit a John Woo Kick, which no doubt would have turned the tides!
However, Declan steps to his left, forcing Morgana to fly all the way to the floor, where she lands on her feet, as if she were a pink-haired feline.
LET'S GO DECLAN!
Hearing the fans chant his name, Declan looks towards the crowd and then charges forward, aiming at Morgana with a baseball-slide dropkick.
LET'S GO MORGY!
This time, it's Morgy who steps to the side, thus sending Declan all the way to the floor, where he lands on his feet, only to receive a jumping spin-kick from Morgana! Soon enough, Morgana leaps onto the apron and uses only her left arm to slingshot herself onto the top rope. As Declan remains in a daze on the floor, Morgana springboards off the top rope, twisting her body around, hitting twisting corkscrew moonsault plancha all the way to the floor, connecting arduously into Declan!
The two combatants lie wounded on the floor of the junkyard, barely able to move from the damage they have taken. These two, who were partners in the main event for Santa Claus is Dead!, slowly get to their feet, hoping to walk out as the winner, which would serve to be great for both careers.
In a few moments, both Morgy and Declan are on their feet, still on the floor, feeling a little dazed. Turning toward each other, Morgy strikes with a chop across Declan's face, whch he follows up by trying to swat at Morgana's head. Luckily for her, she duvks, charges towards the ring steps and quickly scurries up them, using this momentum to leap onto the outer portion of the apron.
On the apron, she races forward, but is forced to leap over a punch from Declan, who tries to sweep her off her feet. Leaping off, she jumps onto his shoulders, looking for a hurricanrana, only to have Declan hold on and then powerbomb her back-first onto the edge of the apron!
Hearing her yell out in pain, Declan forcefully rolls her back inside, climbs onto the apron and then climbs onto the top turnbuckle pad. Jumping off the top rope, Declan goes to hit a frog-splash, only to have Morgana roll out of the way, smashing face-first onto the canvas!
Looking over her shoulder, Morgy sees Declan hunched over, holding his ribs. Deciding to burst into action, Morgana limps towards Declan and then majistral-cradle him...
...1...2...
Declan kicks out at the count of two!
Standing up, allowing her right arm to hang limply at her size, Morgy stumbles into the corner and watches as Declan stands. Bursting forward with speed, she goes for a cartwheel/backflip combo, only to have her right arm give out beneath her, thereby halting her progression, all thanks to the work done onto it by Declan.
Buckling over, Morgana fumbles into a reverse-waistlock from Declan, who instantly sends Morgana overheard with a release German-suplex...
...only to have Morgana land on her feet!
Jumping right back up, aware of Morgana's agile landing, Declan charges at her, hoping to hit another spear. Seeing him rumble towards her, Morgana rolls to safety while hanging onto her arm, thus watching with intent as Declan smashes into the middle-turnbuckle pad! Absolutely stunned, Declan stumbles back, upset about the lack of a finish. Using her left arm, Morgana is able to push herself up onto Declan's shoulders again and then reverse-hurricanranas him!
Having his head jammed into the canvas, Morgana stands to her feet, rolls Declan onto his back and then makes her way to the top rope. Moments later, she leaps off, hitting a 450 degree double-stomp to Declan's chest, rolls through the landing, and then springs herself to the opposite top rope. Flying back, she nails a corkscrew moonsault, landing on Declan with a thunderous splash!
She hooks his leg...
...1...2...
Declan begins to stir...
...3!
But it's not in time, as the referee strikes his hand down for the third time!
(Declan Turner: 1; Morgana: 1)
Morgana and Declan remain laid out in the ring, feeling burnout, despite having one pinfall each. Obviously, whoever gets the next fall, will be walking out as the winner.
Slowly, but surely, they each get to their feet, almost copying a scene from earlier. Morgy still has her right arm favored, while Declan is huffing and puffying, hoping to regain his wind and visious.
They step toward each other with Declan getting too close for Morgana's comfort. Steadying herself, she strikes him with a kick-to-the-gut, staving him off, resulting in him bending over, holding his gut. Seeing this, she prompy flips backward, sending both of her feet smashing into Declan's face, knocking him onto his back!
Rolling towards him, she makes the cover...
...1...2...
Slapping her left hand off the canvas, in sheer frustration at the lack of a pinfall, Morgana slowly rises again. Stepping out onto the outer portion of the ring apron, she motions to the corner and commences climbing to the top turnbuckle pad. During this process, Declan slowly recovers and stumbles near.
Just as Morgy reaches the top, Declan sweeps her legs out from beneath her, crotching her on the top rope. Deciding to climb alongside her, Declan begins striking her with some forearms, while Morgy attempts to remain on the turnbuckles. She tries fighting back, but it's useless, as Declan's rapid-fire striking is enough to wear her down, partially thanks to a series of kneelifts.
Up here, Declan holds Morgy up into a superplex position, only to fall back and deliver a spike-piledriver onto Morgana, which gets the fans standing on their feet! Declan then laterally presses his body onto the former World Champ...
The referee counts, of course...
...1... He strikes the mat once...
...2...
He strikes it a second time...
... Just before the three is made, Morgana is able to place her left foot on the bottom rope!
Extremely stunned by the lack of a three, Declan grabs onto Morgana's legs and drags her into the center of the ring, where he hopes to apply "The Payback". Turning her over, Declan applies the early part of the move, but still has to wrench back, hoping to make Morgy tap.
When he does successfully apply the hold, he pulls back, wishing to hear Morgana tap the mat three-times. Again, the fans chime in with their dueling chants.
LET'S GO DECLAN!
LET'S GO MORGY!
Morgy slowly motions towards the corner, still in the clutches of Declan Turner.
LET'S GO DECLAN!
She nears the ropes.
LET'S GO MORGY!
In a cruel twist of fate, Morgy's right arm is closest to the bottom rope, only she is unable to reach out for it, thanks to the damage done. Knowing this, Declan applies more pressure!
LET'S GO DECLAN!
Morgy goes to turn to the side, but is halted by the feeling off Declan place his left foot on the back of her neck. Some quick thinking is used, giving her the chance to turn herself just a little, resulting in her rolling Declan up...!
The referee counts, with Morgy hoping to have surprised Declan with a reversal!
...1...2...
...
Declan kicks out, just in the nick of time!
The fans are absolutely stunned by this latest development; and so is Declan, who promptly leaps to his feet, striking Morgana with a knee-to-the-face. Pulling her into a standing headscissors, he butterflies both of her arms and flips her in the air. However, on her way down, she hits a perfect hurricanrana!
Morgy and Declan both rise, seeing them both charge at each other. Morgana leaps through the air... and hits a John Woo Kick, driving Declan Turner into the corner, where he also inadvertently squishes the referee against the turnbuckle pads!
Three people remain unconscious in the ring -- Morgana, Declan, and now, the referee. The first to stir, ironically, is Declan, who had been hit with the astounding kick. He hovers over Morgy, who holds onto her right arm, and then kicks her arm. Hoisting her up, he strikes her with a double-kneelift, smacking both of his kneecaps into her jaw, and then stands back, watching as she stumbles around, in an apparent daze.
Turning her around, he kicks her in the gut, pulls her into another standing headscissors and butterflies her arms, once again. This time, he is able to successfully flip her over, driving her down with a double-underarm powerbomb!
He goes for the pin...
...
But the referee remains knocked out on the canvas.
Looking disheveled, he walks over to the referee and gives him a slight kick to the ribs, trying to jar him awake. Nevertheless, he turns back around, focusing his attention on an ailing Morgana. Bending over, he goes to scoop her back up, only to have Morgy inside-cradle him!
...
Yet again, there is no one there to make the count.
Declan soon breaks the cradle and storms up to his feet, where he commences kicking Morgana in the head, her sweaty pink hair flipping back after each shot. Next, he picks her up and whips her into the corner, where he follows in, delivering an avalanche back-elbow, which he uses to send Morgana stumbling out from the corner.
Less than a minute later, he has Morgana hoisted up again, even positioning her into another standing headscissors. He wraps his arms around her waist, about to pick her up...
...But is stopped when Chris Extreme, who had run down from the backstage area, slides into the ring, unstraps his belt and then clocks it against Declan's face!
To a chorus of boos, Chris lifts Declan up again and starts punching and kicking at him. After sitting his title on the canvas, he then proceeds to deliver a Cock Factor to Declan, driving his face directly into the swastika on the title belt! Grabbing Morgana by her pink hair, he literally drags her over to Declan, forcing her to cover him.
Chris Extreme walks over to the referee, pisses on the ref's face, thus waking him from his unconscious state. Grabbing him by the shirt and pants, Chris heaves the referee towards Morgana and Declan, forcing him to make the count.
......1......
Chris Extreme exits the ring, receiving much hatred from the fans.
......2......
He walks to the back, grinning at what he has just accomplished.
......3......!
(Declan Turner: 1; Morgana: 2)
Officially declared the winner, thanks in part to Chris Extreme's antics, Morgana rolls over, not sure what just happened. She looks to her right, sees Declan Turner barely conscious, with a cut on his forehead, and questions the referee, who smells like urine.
As the referee goes to help her up, she pushes him away, disconcert at what has happened. She stands confused, watching as Declan rolls to the floor, trying to regain his wits. Morgana's mouth runs agape, as she watches Declan exit to the back, passing by a horde of paparazzi members that had been let into the ringside area by Chris Carson.
Flashes of lightbulbs go off as they swarm the ring, trying to capture Morgana post-victory, but she looks like she wants none of it; perhaps because of how difficult the previous match had been. Her requests at the cameramen to go to the back are unheard, which distracts her from what's happening behind her.
Coming from the crowd, "The Creep" Chris Carson slides into the ring, steel chair in hand. Seeing Morgana still hold her right arm, he goes in for the kill, hoping to bash the chair across her skull. However, before he has the opportunity to strike, Morgana circles around, seeing the attempt at a Pearl Harbouring.
Stepping to the side, she watches as the chair smashes nothing but the ropes. In response, "The Creep" turns around, hoping to toss the chair into her face, only to walk right into a dropkick-to-the-chair from Morgy, which then bashes the chair into "The Creep"'s skull! Knocked aloof, Chris Carson can only sit on his rear-end, as a very angry Morgana looks at the chair that has fallen before her.
Picking the metallic object up, she holds the chair in her hands... and then crashes it down across Chris Carson's skull!
She strikes his head again!
And again!
And again!
And again!
...And again!
This goes on for at least a dozen more times, leaving "The Creep" nearly massacred on the canvas. Blood stains the ring floor, the chair and even Morgana's hands, as she viciously strikes "The Creep" once more, all while the flickering of lightbulbs go off around her.
In the end, a crew of officials are forced to charge to the ring to hold Morgy back, soon ripping the chair from her hands. The final shot of the night is that of Chris Carson laying unconscious on the mat, in a pool of his own blood.
Winner: Morgana