Inititally, the camera focus on the interior of the wreckage of the ocean liner, which crashed into the island at the previous Eternity. Things are broken, glass is smashed and it looks like a tornado has passed through.
Nevertheless, Declan Turner saunters down the staircase from his sleeping quarters to the deck below. He approaches the bow of the ship as a spotlight is cast down on him from a crane. He addresses the mixed reactions of the crowd below.
Declan Turner: Ladies and gentleman. It is with a heavy heart that I must address you. You see, I’ve been thinking about my title reign here in Sin and I just can’t come to grips with something. Many of you boo and hiss at Chris Extreme...
The crowd erupts into hisses and shouts while Declan continues.
Declan Turner: ...while others completely lose it when someone even breathes the word “Morgana”...
Again, the crowd explodes into cheers and a chant of “MORE-GONE-UH!” breaks out. Declan smirks and waves his hands at the crowd to calm them down.
Declan Turner: But me? Some of you love me. Some of you hate me. Some of you don’t know me. But tonight? I will continue to walk that fence of complete adoration and utter contempt. I will continue to steer Sin Wrestling into the vision all of you have. A place where fucking hacks like Corey Ashton are dispatched from this place.
This time, the reception is a tad more positive. Declan once again motions to the crowd.
Declan Turner: And as your current World Champion, I believe it is within my right as a figurehead and in the interest of the fans, to introduce to you, a person Corey Page has put great faith in. Someone who will help deter arrogant faggots like Ashton and Extreme from trying to cheat during this match. I present to you, your new “Director Of Talent Relations”, MADISON. PAIGE. MATTHEWS.
“Invisible Wounds” by Fear Factory erupts out of the sound system as Madison walks up to the bow of the ship as well and takes the microphone from Declan.
Madison Paige-Matthews: That’s right! I AM ON STAFF! And as APART of the staff, I have to give you fans, my condolences. You have to witness the greatest World Champion this fed has ever seen, face once again, the laughably bad and lazy Chris Extreme. Not to mention, the man that wants to BE ANDREW KELLER, that illiterate fucknut, Corey Ashton.
She pauses, brushing a hair away from her face as she flashes a grin.
Madison Paige-Matthews: That’s why you all get to see Morgana be the Special Referee in that match!
In a predictable fashion, the crowd goes insane.
Madison Paige-Matthews: She holds absolutely no favor towards anyone in this match. This should be, by all means, the final confrontation that these for should have in a long while. Extreme couldn’t hold the belt! Ashton doesn’t deserve it! Keller’s fighting for the Television Title soon enough. But Morgana? Let’s just say she better keep her nose clean and save whatever deep-seeded emotional baggage for a one on one match, m’kay?
The lights suddenly go out as the view screens flash the words “The Collective.”
The entrance for Eternity then rolls...
In the middle of the Atlantic, a mysterious island sits besieged by water... with a gigantic wrecked ocean liner jabbed into the side of it like a medicinal needle. Some people remain on the boat, others are off it; and some others are flanked around Corey Page, who is off to the right, complete with an oil-soaked rag on a stick.
Corey Page: All right, everyone, tonight is the night that we get off this godawful island.
He looks at the rag on his stick...
Corey Page: Uh, but first, can anyone set this thing on fire for me?
Out of the crowd steps Casanova, who has a blowtorch in his hands.
Corey Page: Holy shit, what are you doing here?!
Casanova flares the torch up and ignites the rag.
Corey Page: When the hell did you get back to Sin Wrestling?
Without saying a word, Casanova blows on the blowtorch and lets it extinguish, acting as if his winds has blown it out.
Corey Page: Eh... nevermind. Let's just get out of here.
The crowd surrounding Corey Page consists of various crew members, wrestlers such as Hysteria, Booger and Adora; and even various disheveled fans. The official interviewer of Sin Wrestling steps out of the crowd, grateful that he's getting off this godforsaken land, deciding to speak up and voice his opinion.
Ace Rodgers: Christ, am I ever grateful to be getting off this island. If I hear one more word about ridiculous smoke monsters, I'm going to hang myself from a tree.
Just then, a smoke monster pops out from the woods and pinches Ace on the right asshole-cheek. Popping up, Ace looks suspiciously around.
Ace Rodgers: Ack! Who did that?!
Corey Page: Ahhh! Smoke monster! Let's get the fuck out of here!
Ace Rodgers: God, for the last time, there's no such thing as smoke monsters!
Half of the crowd have already jetted away, following behind Corey Page, who is looking to get off the island. Ace begrudgingly shakes his head and walks after them, too; but not before the smoke monster strikes again.
Hysteria: Unnfghhh---...
As the last person left behind, Hysteria is snatched up by the smoke monster, who disposes of him and then throws him into the ocean. May Jesus has mercy on everyone's soul.
The ReKon insignia flashes on the forefront of a black screen. The notorious theme song from the infamous Terminator trilogy blasts through the sound barrier to indicate the entrance of a beloved warrior of all that is awkward. Twelve, if not more, cameras pan over the always enthusiastic crowd of wrestling fanatics now being engulfed in lively strobe lights; at the core of which is a gigantic spotlight illuminating everything in sight. Gun fire and explosions erupt in the background, causing many to jump, startled. The members of the audience all appear to be wearing camouflage via visual effects, which results in a strict semblance of a military base. A single camera angles upward, where we immediately spot a man slowly descending from the rafters via parachute.
As the theme winds down, ReKon releases himself from an overhead helicopter and falls several inches to the canvas at the center of the ring. Stagehands roll up the parachute and stuff it under the ring. ReKon climbs the closest turnbuckle and salutes his fans who return the gesture. The visual effects start to dim as the music fades. ReKon performs the finishing touches of his warm-up regiment, highlighted by the tossing of t-shirts and boxes of ReKon Krackers in the form of M.R.I.'s into the sea of fans. All of this a prelude to the entrance of his opponent.
"Sexy Back" by Justin Timberlake begins to play over the sound-system as "Dreamy" Derek Daniels appears atop of the entrance ramp. With a smile on his face, he begins to descend to the ring, smiling arrogantly on his way down. He climbs up the steps and throws one arm into the air, before stepping into the ring, ending his music.
The bell rings and the two combatants stare each other down. They circle the ring with intent, the fans behind ReKon, as Daniels shouts at some fat guy in the front row.
After a little bit of stalling, the two men clash in the center of the ring. The tie-up is immediately broken by Daniels, who slaps a hard chop across the chest of ReKon, who slaps his opponent right back and they begin to trade blows in the middle of the ring, with the fans cheering.
Out of nowhere, Daniels hits a cheap looking punch to the face and then another chop, backing ReKon to the ropes. He whips him across the ring, but gets bowled over by a shoulderblock. ReKon hits the ropes again and ducks a clothesline, turns around and cracks Daniels in the head with a jumping enziguiri!
With a surge of adrenaline, the crafty Lieutenant ReKon takes the momentum and runs with it.A quick, but powerful, backdrop-suplex shakes Daniels' spine and ReKon jumps to his feet with a look of intensity and opportunity in his eyes. He hits the ropes and drops a knee across Daniels throat, causing the "Dreamy" Daniels to jump up, clutching his bruised neck. He turns around and walks right into a nasty super-kick which sends him toppling backwards into the ropes. As he rebounds back out ReKon clutches his arms and swiftly takes him in a reverse waistlock and hits a nice looking cross-arm german suplex. Daniels head bounces off the mat as Lieutenant ReKon bridges his back.
...1...2...
However, Daniels kicks out at two!
Getting back up, Lieutenant ReKon holds onto one arm and twists it around as he forces his opponent to his feet.
What follows next is a series of nasty kicks to the midsection and face that has the fans going wild, only to have ReKon finish it off by pulling Daniels in for a neck-snapping Dragon Suplex!
Again, a bridging pinfall is made...
...1...2...
Again, Derek Daniels kicks out at two, saving himself from defeat!
ReKon stands up and looks out to the crowd, spurring on the fans, who are getting behind him.
He grabs Daniels and whips him to the ropes and lands a big axe-handle smash to the chest. Daniels hits the mat with a thump, but quickly gets to his feet. Next, ReKon hits a trio of European Uppercuts, sending "Dreamy" into a corner. In here, ReKon prompts the fans to cheer once again as he rushes in and smashes Daniels with a back elbow, then rocks the Saginaw, Michigan native with a Springboard Tornado DDT!
Rolling onto Derek Daniels, Rekon makes another pinfall attempt...
...1...2...
This time, it's two-and-a-half, as Daniels throws up his shoulder, just in time.
Moving on, ReKon lifts Daniels off the mat, but gets his eyes raked for the effort.The fans boo loudly as Daniels instantly comes back with multiple kicks and clubbering forearms. The momentum shifts on a dime as Daniels lights up ReKon with elbows and knee lifts. He even pushes ReKon to the ropes and takes him down with a drop-toe-hold, then quickly manuevers in for a single leg Boston Crab!
ReKon tries for the ropes, but Daniels pulls him back once.
ReKon claws for the ropes again, feeding off the crowd's cheers, and finally grabs the bottom rope!
Releasing the hold, Daniels sets in with boots to the head, before dropping a nasty punch to the face. He climbs the top rope very quickly and flies through the air, connecting with a nice missle dropkick to Rekon's face.
Looking to use momentum for his own sake, he goes for a cover...
...1...
Showing complete resilience, ReKon kicks out!
Derek Daniels picks him up and has a few words for him before slapping him right across the mush, but ReKon comes right back with a slap of his own that sends spittle shooting out of Daniels' mouth.
The man from Woodstock, New York, Lieutenant ReKon, is known for his deadly array of suplexes and he quickly goes to his bread and butter, looking to put "Dreamy" Derek Daniels out for the night.ReKon hits a side-suplex, holds on for a vertical suplex, continues the assault with a nasty snap suplex; and then, to finish it all off, holds Daniels high in the air for a long time before delivering a pulse-stopping brainbuster!
Rekon immediately goes for the cover...
...1...2...
...
In the nick of time, Derek Daniels places his right foot on the bottom rope, keeping the match going, and halting the count!
The fans gasp, and so does Rekon, who wastes no time in picking up his opponent and sending him to the ropes. However, Daniels connects with a dropsault out of nowhere, sending ReKon down to the mat!
They both scramble to their feet and Daniels hits a second dropsault that catches ReKon square in the face!
He looks down-and-out, but Daniels again takes to the top rope and connects with a diving head-butt! He lays across ReKon, looking for the count...
...1...2...
...only to get a two-count for his efforts, with Derek Daniels looking malcontent!
"Dreamy" Derek sends ReKon across the ring with an Irish-whip and connects with a nice 90 degree spinebuster, which gets the crowd going. The spinebuster shakes the ring's very foundation and it appears this match is turning for the six foot tall technician.
ReKon tries to get to his feet, but Daniels takes him down with a snapmare, hits the ropes, and dropkicks ReKon right in the jaw. He goes for a pin again...
...1...2...
Once more, only a two is counted!
In a matter of minutes, a series of chops by Daniels sends ReKon to the corner, and then Daniels goes for his trademark move -- the superplex. He gets ReKon up and follows him to the top, hooking him in.
Suddenly, ReKon fights back and Daniels can't break off the move. In response, Daniels bites ReKon in the nose, and the fans boo! The ref starts a five count but this gave Daniels the perfect opportunity to grab his man by the head and he connect with a big superplex, taking a lot out of both men! Derek drapes his arm over ReKon's chest, smiling, thinking he has this match won...
...1...2...
...Again, ReKon with the kickout!
Daniels is furious and pulls ReKon to his feet. He goes for a punch, but ReKon blocks it and starts throwing haymaker-after-haymaker at Derek's head. A sudden neckbreaker drops Daniels to the mat and the fans cheer as ReKon tries to shake off the remnants of that devastating superplex.
Rejuvenated, Lieutenant ReKon looks like now he is ready to go to work. Daniels starts howling curses and insults as he holds his neck, but ReKon has other things in mind. A weak swing by Daniels simply opens him up for a reverse waistlock by ReKon. The 200 pound speedster makes a quick move back around and hits a beautiful tilt-a-whirl headscissors!His head in a clouded haze, Daniels rushes to his feet, but ReKon is there for a kick to the mid-section and a bridging tiger suplex...!
...1...2...
...and another kick-out!
ReKon's face twists in anger and confusion as to what it will take to put his man away for the night.
Deciding quickly, ReKon grabs a waistlock from behind, but Daniels quickly reverses and hits a German suplex of his own, completing a bridge......but Daniels won't let go, opting not go for a cover!
They fight to get to their feet and Daniels looks for another German suplex, but ReKon reverses and hits his own, complete with a bridge of his own!
...1...2...!
Derek Daniels rolls out of the count, but ReKon still won't let go!
Standing up, Rekon hits another German suplex... and then another!
Upon the realization that he is going for another ride, Daniels becomes frantic and reaches down for a leg, looking for that single leg Boston crab. However, ReKon uses his forward momentum to roll both men forward and rise back up to a standing position, where he connects with yet another German suplex!
ReKon completes the bridge, allowing the referee to make the cover...
...1...2...3!
Derek Daniels is unable to kickout, thus the victory goes to Lieutenant ReKon!
The referee raises ReKon's hand in victory. The fans cheer as ReKon heads for the back, but inside the ring, Derek Daniels has words for both the ref... and his opponent. Maybe this isn't over yet...!
Winner: Lieutenant ReKon
Somewhere on the island, Keeley Powers lightly knocks on the door of Corey Page's... uh... makeshift office, which is made out of palm trees, oak, random branches and some bongos. Pushing open the door, she peaks around the corner and notices that the light is on, with the reclining chair behind the desk facing away from her. Not knowing of Corey's current quest, she steps in, expecting to see Corey Page...
Keeley Powers: Mr. Page. I just wanted to introduce myself. And thank you so much for this opportunity.
The chair turns around slowly, to reveal a goat sitting in the chair.
Keeley Powers: ...Corey Page?
Betsy: Merr.
Keeley Powers: Ummm... You are the owner of this fed, yes?
Betsy: Merr.
Keeley Powers: Sorry, what was that?
Betsy: Merr.
Keeley Powers: You aren't the owner?
Betsy: Merr.
Keeley Powers: Well...uhh..if you are. Thank you for this opportunity.
Betsy: Merr merr merr.
An extremely confused Keeley turn and walks out of the office, shutting the coconut door behind her.
Keeley Powers: I can't believe he signed me up for a fed that's run by a goat! Worse yet, I can't believe I was trying to talk to a goat!
Keeley walks down the hall mumbling to herself about goats.
Huffing and puffing, a group of Sin Wrestling members follow behind Corey Page, who has a torch in his hand. Almost all out of breath, the group stops to recover, with Corey deciding to talk things over with his group.
Corey Page: Don't worry, guys, we'll soon be out of here.
Ace Rodgers follows behind, walking face-first through a sticky spiderweb. Disgusted, he wipes the web off his face and begins berating his group.
Ace Rodgers: Jesus Christ, this is awful. And where the heck is Hysteria?!
Corey Page: Who?
Ace Rodgers: One of your employees...
Booger lets out a loud burp, fresh off eating the large spider that owned the web.
Corey Page: Haha, what a Booger.
The rest of the group laughs, while Ace Rodgers groans.
Ace Rodgers: Can we just--...
Corey Page: Holy shit! Look, it's a hatch!
Grabbing everyone's attention, Corey points to an underground hatch, whose doors have been left open.
Corey Page: I bet this leads off the island. Follow me, everyone!
In unison, everyone begins climbing down the hatch, following Corey Page's lead.
Corey Page: I wonder if Desmond is working today.
Ace Rodgers: We don't even know who or what--... actually, just screw it.
Just like the others, Ace Rodgers begins descending into the hatch.
The arena lights drop to nothing, as “Right Now” by SR-71 begins to play. A spotlight flares to the stage, revealing the outline of a female standing with her back toward the entrance ramp, furiously playing the air guitar to the music. She turns around, revealing herself to be Keeley Powers, appearing surprised to see the audience. She quickly regains her composure, throwing the “air guitar” into the audience, before charging to the ring and sliding in under the bottom rope. The lights return to normal as Keeley blows kisses to the audience and adjusts her flared pants, waiting for the match to begin.
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!
Tony and Keeley circle one another before the bell rings. As soon as it does, both competitors lock up in the center of the ring. Millennia gets the upper hand as he forces Keeley’s grip away and shoves her down into a headlock. Wrenching her throat, he moves a few steps back, yelling to the crowd. The referee bends down to check her vitals.
He counts off once.
...Twice...
And before he can count to three, Tony pushes Keeley away, bringing her back in with a knee-to-the-box, and dropping her with a Ballistic DDT!
He drops down for a quick count...
...1...
Keeley, although slightly dazed, kicks out of the cover!
Picking her up by the hair, he whips her into the ropes. On the return, she deftly dodges a forearm and rebounds off the opposite ropes. As Tony turns around, Keeley leaps through their and catches Tony’s head between her legs. Twisting her body weight immediately, she flips him down with a perfect hurricanrana-rollup pinfall...!
The referee counts...
...1...2...
Millennia’s arm goes up as Keeley stands!
Grabbing a head full of his hair, Keeley lifts him up to his feet. Smacking her hands away, he kicks her in the gut, doubling her over. Bounding himself off the ropes once again, he slams into her face with a Rising Knee, spiraling her to the mat. This time, he taunts the crowd again as he turns to face Keeley’s splayed body.
Feigning exhaustion, Keeley suddenly kips up, feet first into Tony‘s face. He stumbles backwards, holding his jaw as she wags a finger at him. Spitting a loogie of blood onto the mat, he charges towards her. She falls to the mat as he runs, executing a drop-toe-hold, smashing him face-first into the lower corner turnbuckle!
Groggily, Tony uses the ropes to stand up and rests himself in the turnbuckle facing her. Running towards him, she leaps for a crossbody block, but Millennia dodges the attack, as she goes chest first into the corner. Running behind her as she backs away, Tony nails her from behind with a leaping Bulldog!
Keeley’s face plants hard into the mat as Tony rolls her up for a pin...
...1...2...
No! Keeley rests her leg on the bottom rope, breaking the count!
A visibly frustrated Millennia lifts her up by her hair. Lifting her to her feet once again, he steps behind her, locking her in a full nelson hold. Bringing her down to one knee, he shakes her to tire her out. The ref goes in again and begins the DQ five-count...
...1...2...3...4...
Tony suddenly stands up and leaps forward, still holding the full-nelson lock and plants her face forward into the mat again! He rolls her up for another cover...
...1...2...
...No!
Once again, Keeley kicks out!
Tony screams at the referee and stands face-to-face with him, screaming obscenities and pointing at the mat. Tony furiously berates the referee, as the ref answers back with expletives of his own. Meanwhile, Keeley stands up, shaking the cobwebs from her head.
Spinning Tony around, she lays a forearm across the bridge of his nose and Irish-whips him against the ropes. Instead of coming back on the return, he grabs the ropes and holds still. He then charges at her, while she runs at him! Tony swings wildly as he passes her by. Ducking again, they both run in opposite directions bounding off the ropes at the same time, only now, Keeley jumps to the third rope and leaps off, spinning around to face Tony on the return.
Catching him in her legs once again, Keeley latches her legs and spins, slamming Tony headfirst into the mat with her signature “Hurricane Keeley” hurricanrana!
Rolling Tony up into a cradle pin, Keeley makes the cover, while the ref drops to the mat...
...1...2...3!
Just as the three is made, Tony kicks out; but it is much too late.
Sliding out of the ring, Keeley beams with excitement over her first win. Pretending to catch the “air guitar” back from the audience, she “plays” her theme music all the way to the back, as Millennia shakes the ropes and curses after her, but not before laying out the referee with a huge right hook, much to the joy of the crowd.
Winner: Keeley Powers
The camera returns inside of the wrecked ruins of the cruiseship, where an obviously annoyed Morgana is shown getting ready for her participation in the main event. She reluctantly slips on a pink, white and black tank-top and rolls her eyes.
Morgana: God, I can't even take a simple vacation without having these people wreck things.
A sigh emits from Morgana's throat, as she finally tucks on her gear.
Morgana: I'm gonna find the Wifeys and complain some more about this. They have it coming!
She stops in her tracks.
Morgana: ...Wait a second, why am I talking to myself?
Shrugging her shoulders, Morgana begins to walk off.
Morgana: I'm officially losing my mind.
As she exits the scene, the Easter Bunny charges up behind her and dives towards Morgana, brandishing a knife, only to smash into the door that Morgana slams behind her.
With a thump, the Easter Bunny lands on his tail, visibly agitated.
Easter Bunny: I'll get you someday, Morgana, you fucking bitch. Last year, you may have defeated me, but there'll be another day. And you won't be expecting it.
The Easter Bunny proceeds to shit out a chocolate Easter egg and then eats it.
Easter Bunny: Cunt!
He hops angrily away.
The scene fades into an expansive room somewhere on the cruise ship. Declan Turner stands together with Stephen Marquardt and Madison Paige-Matthews as the sound breaks into their conversation. Smoking a cigarette, he gestures to towards the door.
Declan Turner: ...think they’re really going to give a shit?
Stephen Marquardt: It’s not that they won’t care. It’s dangerous.
Declan Turner: Not to us.
Madison Paige-Matthews: Do you even understand what kind of backlash you’re going to receive?
Declan Turner: [laughing] We’re giving him what he wants! Exposure in its most sincerest form.
Madison Paige-Matthews: But Declan-
Declan Turner: ENOUGH! It’s done. You two know your parts. Now let’s do this.
The image fades out, with Declan giving a sinister snicker.
"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.
The lights dim and "Swamped" by Lacuna Coil begins to play. Jay walks out wearing a black leather, single-sleeved halter-top with matching hip hugger pants, black winged tipped boots, and black fingerless arm-bands. She walks down the ramp, ignoring the crowd, and slides underneath the ropes. She then proceeds to her respective corner.
With both participants staring one another down from their individual corners, the crowd begins yelling and screaming for some action. The first to give it to them is "The Bulldozer"; charging forth, he attempts a running forearm shot. However, Jay is quick and not only sidesteps, but drops to the mat and drops Black to the mat with a leg scissors takedown.
With her opponent down, Jay tries to secure a Boston crab. Unfortunately, when she sits down on his back, Black easily powers out, sending Jay flying into the ropes.
Jay manages to keep her balances, turning around just in time to see Black closing in on her. Thinking quick, Jay initiates a spinning heel kick, connecting with Black's jaw and sending him reeling. Keen to follow up on this, Jay backs into the ropes, rebounding with a shoulder block. Black remains on his feet, much to Jay's displeasure. Backing into the ropes a second time, Jay returns with another shoulder block, this time almost taking Black down. Persistent, Jay tries a third time, this time throwing all her weight into the shoulderblock and at last sending Black down to the mat with a loud crash.
Not wasting a moment, Jay locks in an STF.
Black appears to be in pain, but his size and strength advantage serve him well yet again. Fighting back, he nearly breaks loose of the hold, clearly causing Jay to rethink her strategy.
Releasing the hold, Jay waits for Black to climb to his feet. Once he is up, she twirls around, aiming for a spinning back fist; her fist never connects in the way she intended, as Black grabs hold of her wrist, blocking the blow. Maintaining his grip on her arm, Black pulls her in, soon lifting her up onto his shoulder, as if going for a body slam. However, he instead begins spinning around and around a la an airplane spin. After several rotations, Black releases his grip on his dazed opponent, sending her flying through the air; she collides with the mat face-first -- blood immediately begins pouring from her nose.
And the crowd roars.
Stalking Jay, Black follows her as she crawls over to the corner, nursing her bruised and battered face. Feeling no mercy, he grabs a hold of her hair, peeling her up off the mat. Taking grasp of her throat, he leads her toward the center of the ring, where he soon lifts her up into the air and sends her sailing downward, via a monstrous choke slam.
Black makes the cover.
...1...2...
...!
Milliseconds before the count of three, Jay's shoulder shoots up off the mat -- the crowd is astounded. Black, however, keeps his cool, wanting to regain his momentum. Dragging Jay to her feet, Black then sends her into the ropes, and on the rebound, he sends her soaring across the ring with a belly to belly suplex.
Despite being manhandled, Jay has enough sense to roll out of the ring following the aforementioned suplex. Black shrugs and follows her out, as the referee begins his mandatory ten count.
...1...2...
On the outside, Jay staggers away from Black, making her way toward the guard railing separating them from the crowd.
...3...4...5...
Propping herself up against it, she attempts catching her breath, but this is to no avail, as Black comes in from behind and aims a rather ungracious boot at the back of her left knee, taking her down to the ground. Ignoring the cheers of the fans only a few feet away, Black bends forward, grabbing for Jay.
...6...
Unbeknownst to him, Jay has grabbed a handful of dirt and rocks from the earth below, which she proceeds to launch into Black's face the moment he touches her.
...7...
Black staggers, crying out in agony as the rocks bounce off his eyeballs. Hastily, Jay grabs hold of Black and leads him over to the ring, where she rolls him inside, breaking the ref's count.
As Black lies face-down on the mat, trying to push himself up to his hands and knees, Jay crawls up onto the apron. From there, she launches herself over the top rope. Soon thereafter, Black yelps as Jay buries a pair of knees deep into his back.
Up to her feet, Jay begins stomping a mud hole in Black, sending several well-aimed boots directly to the back of his neck. After this, she grabs hold of his hair, forcing him up to his feet. She then whips him across the ring, before running into the ropes at the opposite side of the ring, just behind her. In the center of the ring the duo meet, with Jay bringing Black down onto his back in a Lou Thesz Press -- she remains on top of him for the pin.
...1...2...
Jay barely achieves a two count when Black heaves her off of him.
Sitting up, Black catches his breath. However, this doesn't last too long, as Jay comes up behind him, flipping forward over his body and grabbing hold of his head in midair. As she lands on the mat, Jay maintains her grip on Black's head, causing it to snap forward and then backward. Black is soon lying face-up on the mat, dazed once more.
With Black down, Jay begins her assault, first dropping a knee across the bridge of his nose. She then turns and drops, this time her fist cracking up against his face. A third time, she rises and drops, finally drilling her knees into his forehead. Black is surely seeing stars.
As Jay saunters over to the corner, Black nurses his face. Blood has begun trickling down out of his right nostril. Regardless, he catches sight of Jay climbing up to the top turnbuckle and manages to heave himself up off the mat before she can turn around -- when she does turn around, he is poised and ready.
Off the top rope, Jay comes flying, executing some type of cross body block. However, this isn't allowed to reach full fruition, as Black manages to catch her in mid-air. A look of intensity spreads across his face, as he now has full control of the match.
Or so he thinks.
Out of nowhere, Jay springs to life, her arm coiling around Black's neck and her legs shooting upward. Catching Black off-guard, he is easily taken off his feet, his skull pulverized against the mat in a modified version of Jay's finisher, Jay-Ded -- Jay covers.
...1...2...3!
"Swamped" by Lacuna Coil hits as Jay is proclaimed the winner, pulling off the upset over the much larger, much more powerful Dan "The Bulldozer" Black in a very close match. As Jay celebrates, she is no doubt thinking about Over the Top Rope 4 main event she has just qualified to enter.
Dan Black, on the other hand, remains in the ring, while Jay walks to the back.
Winner: Jay
Dan Black remains in the ring, looking quite upset about his defeat. As he goes to make his exit, the familiar sounds of a song associated with a certain Sin Wrestling Nazi roars across the soundsystem...
The silent crowd gazes in awe as a giant, heart beating globe of Earth slowly descends from above. In horror, the people watch as the Earth begins to bleed. When the Earth finishes its descent and reaches the surface of the stage, Chris Extreme's voice is heard shouting from within Earth's core.
The Earth explodes into smithereens and "Sonne" by Rammstein blasts over the speakers. Bloody, flaming pieces of the planet fly in the air and land on the closest people in the crowd. From within the wreckage of Earth stands "Lord Nazi" Chris Extreme in his white boxers and white socks. Walking to the ring, he looks harshly at Dan Black, who stands back, awaiting for the arrival of Chris Extreme.
Circling the ringside area, Chris Extreme grabs the microphone from the ring announcer. Stepping into the ring, he gets roughly into Dan Black's face, bumping chests with him.
Chris Extreme: Dan Black, you black, ugly faggot. You and I have a score to settle. You tried to screw me over. It was you who caused me to lose to Declan Turner. You were supposed to watch my back; that's what I hired you for! But no, you had to be your black self, being black and stealing and eating fried chicken. You, sir, are no gangster. You, sir, are a faggot.
Snatching the microphone out Chris Extreme's hands, Dan Black goes to respond.
Dan Black: Listen, you... I have no idea what you're--...
Before he can even finish, Chris Extreme viciously attacks Dan Black, dropping him like a sack of bricks with a quick-uppercut. Straddling Dan Black, Chris Extreme begins unleashing a furious amounts of punches to his skull, only to be apprehended by someone who slides into the ring...
A returning Mike Phantasy slides into the ring, holding a chair, and cracks it across the back of Chris Extreme's head!
Throwing Dan Black out of the ring, Mike Phantasy hovers around Chris Extreme, listening to a mixed reaction pour in from the fans. Rolling Chris onto his back, Mike exposes Chris's genitals to the world... only to smash them with a chair!
...he gives another chairshot to Chris Extreme's penis!
...and another...
...and another...
...and then another...
In total, Mike Phantasy strikes Chris Extreme's penis a total of 12 times, leaving him bruised, beaten and completely embarassed in the ring. Tossing down the chair, Mike Phantasy walks to the back, amidst an awkward reaction from the fans, and then passes to the backstage area, where he comes across Declan Turner and company.
Stopping in his tracks, and without muttering a single word, Mike Phantasy looks Declan up-and-down, and then nods at him. He proceeds to walk off, while Declan looks impressed at the destruction Mike Phantasy has just given onto Chris Extreme.
Morgana: This is fucking gay. No TV, no Internet -- what in the God damn am I supposed to do for entertainment around here?
The scene opens with an irritated-looking Morgana sitting in the sand in front of -- well, a mound of coconuts. She bats angrily at them, sending them rolling toward the ocean.
Morgana: And my coconut TV is useless!
With a sigh, Morgy rises to her feet, dusting the sand off the back of her black shorts... and from her mouth... and from out of her long, pink hair... and from her cleavage.
Morgana: There's fucking sand everywhere, including my vagina! Where in the Jesus am I supposed to shower on a desert island? I have to piss, too!
As if a light bulb has just gone on in her head, Morgy casts her eyes toward the ocean.
Morgana: ...Oh. Right.
Morgy traipses toward the water and dives in, not bothering to remove her referee's uniform, the white stripes of which quickly turn transparent. She splashes beneath the surface and emerges again dramatically, flipping her soaking wet hair in the air. Unbeknownst to Morgy, however, the sinister Easter Bunny -- the mortal enemy she didn't know she had -- sneaks toward her, rubbing his paws together fiendishly.
The Easter Bunny: Let's see how crafty you are when you and your loose cunt are drowning!
Cackling evilly to himself, the Easter Bunny stalks toward his prey -- and trips over her scattered coconut TV, bashing his face into the sand. A stiff breeze rushes over him, burying him beneath a mound of flying sand in the process. Unaware of his presence, a satisfied Morgana skips out of the ocean with her hair plastered to her back, totally bypassing the fallen Easter Bunny.
Morgana: I'm feeling a bit Tarzany today. Seeing as there are no blow dryers on this awful island, it's the only way to dry my God damn hair.
And with that, Morgana skips off yet again as the Easter Bunny -- his eyes glowing red -- begins to stir.
Again, the camera return to the ringside area, showing Chris Extreme still unconscious in the ring. A horde of referees make their way to the ring, being followed by Chris' girlfriend, Mercedes, who looks extremely worried about her boyfriend.
Before they can enter the ring, a large number of island natives rush the ringside area, spill into the ring and drag Chris Extreme off. The natives lift him into the air, carrying him into the jungle, while the Sin Wrestling crew can do nothing but watch.
Mercedes can only screech in horror at the sight of Chris Extreme being carted away. Of course, this leaves to question his part in tonight's main event.
What will become of Chris Extreme?
We cut to an outdoor bar, which is settled in the shade of palm trees, where Corey Ashton and Chris Carson, the Sultans of Sin, are making their rounds. They both appear to be drinking beverages and having a good time.
Chris Carson: I'm telling you, kid. You want to handle a woman? Give her one of these.
Chris Carson shows his secret of dealing with women, by simply making a slapping motion in the air. Corey hoots and lets out a laugh.
Chris Carson: See if she starts complaining, then.
Corey Ashton: I see what you mean. But I've got a little scheme going tonight, Creep.
"The Creep" looks surprised and turns his head to his younger comrade.
Chris Carson: Really? What is it?
Corey Ashton: What could be the best thing ever to happen to this company?
"The Creep" ponders this for a moment.
Chris Carson: Every single woman in Sin Wrestling getting murdered? Starting with Morgana?
Corey Ashton: Better.
Chris Carson: Someone teaching the Collective how to make sense?
Corey Ashton: That's not possible. But even better.
Chris Carson: What, then?! Spit it out, Corey!
Cor-Ash merely leans in to "The Creep" and whispers something into his ear. Chris looks puzzled for a moment, before shaking his head in agreement.
Chris Carson: That's brilliant. I can't wait to see that!
Corey Ashton: Me too, Creep. Me too.
The two continue their stroll, with bad intentions on their mind.
We cut backstage to The Collective’s locker room. Jay, tired and sweaty from her prior match, steps on inside the room. She looks to be visibly paranoid as she calls out for someone very specific.
Jay: Hey Andrew?
She calls out to a person sitting with his back to her in the back of the room. Jay walks closer to inspect.
Jay: What are you doing? Andrew?
The person doesn’t respond. He merely stands up with his back towards the camera. A loud chuckle is given by the man. The man is wearing a dark hood.
Jay: You better get out of here before I call the oth–...!
The person turns around and rushes Jay. She tries to defend herself, but is already exhausted and muscled down. She’s tossed right into a bin. The masked man picks up the bin with Jay and hurries out of the room.
Uh oh!
Beethoven's "The Moonlight Sonata" as performed by the indie-rock group, Inverse, plays, but there is no fanfare. No dimming of the houselights, no purple spotlight and no Minions. Lacklan walks down to the ring, alone, his cowl pulled over his masked face. As he enters the ring, he simply slumps against his corner, waiting for the match to begin.
The tinkling bells mark the beginning of "Rock Superstar" by Cypress Hill, as the arena lights suddenly go dark. With the guitars beginning the main part of the song, multicolored lights begin to pulse along with the beat, revealing Casanova to be standing on the stage, staring behind sunglasses over the ring and crowd. He heads toward the ring, high fiving a few fans and basking in the audience response, before rolling into the ring and crouching in one of the corners, ready for the match.
As Casanova gets inside of the ring, he takes a spot in the center of the ring, soaking up the cheers and applause the falls upon him. The fans chant "WELCOME BACK", showing their greatfulness for his return; only to have it interrupted by Lacklan, who had been resting against the turnbuckles.
Charging out, Lacklan strikes Casanova with a running-forearm to the side of Casanova's head/neck, dropping him down to one knee. receiving a large jeer from the fans. Right after this, Lacklan holds his hands in the air and brings them down with a Mongolian-chop to the sides of Casanova's shoulders!
Ripping Casanova up to his feet, he scoops the vampire up and immediately brings him back down with a body-slam. Bouncing off the ropes, Lacklan returns, hoping to deliver a corkscrew-elbowdrop; however, at the last second, Casanova rolls out of the way and then jumps up to his feet.
Watching as Lacklan rises, Casanova moves towards him, with the crowd cheering him on. Casanova walks toward Lacklan and strikes him with a climbing-enziguiri, which knocks Lacklan back, leaving him sort of dazed. In no time after that, Casanova gets right back up, sending a flurry of fists to Lacklan's skull, keeping him docked against the ropes. He goes to Irish-whip Lacklan across the ring; but Lacklan, being the bigger man, is able to reverse the flow of the whip, sending Casanova into the ropes, instead.
With full force, Casanova bounces off the ropes and sees Lacklan hunch over, looking to either spinebuster or backdrop him. Aware of this upcoming danger, Casanova opts to strike Lacklan with a kick-to-the-face, whipping his head back. Casanova immediately bounds back off the ropes, catching a dizzy Lacklan with a spin-wheel kick, finally knocking him off his feet, allowing Casanova to unload with a series of stomps on him!
Escaping the wrath of Casanova, Lacklan rolls out of the ring and holds his head, trying to reconfigure himself. However, he remains in Casanova's path, as he bolts towards Lacklan and delivers a baseball-slide dropkick to Lacklan, sending him reeling into the fans. Noticing Lacklan stumbling around on the outside, Casanova stands and prepares to leap over the top rope...
With a slingshot plancha, Casanova soars over the top rope, hoping to knock Jean-Paul Lacklan down. Looking up, Lacklan realizes that Casanova is flying towards him. Reaching out, Lacklan grabs onto Casanova and remains on his feet, catching him in mid-air!
Surprised at not taking Lacklan down, Casanova soon finds himself being thrown over Lacklan's head, being smashed up against the ring post!
Lacklan's old nemesis, Casanova, lands with a thud on the ground, rolling around in the gravel and grass that the ring sits upon. Out here, Lacklan stomps on Casanova's head and even places his foot across Casanova's throat, restricting the flow of air to Casanova's brain.
In due time, Lacklan has Casanova lifted up, smashing his face off the ring post for good measure. After smacking Casanova's head across the ring apron, Lacklan rolls his old rival inside of the ring and then climbs up onto the ring apron. Stepping back into the ring, he hovers over Casanova, who rises back to his feet, trying to keep Lacklan away from him by throwing some punches into Lacklan's gut.
Lacklan, not allowing Casanova a chance at recovering -- or a chance at victory, easily quells Casanova's attempt of a comeback by leveling him with a wicked elbow to the head. One elbow isn't good enough, either. Grabbing Casanova's long hair, Lacklan repeatedly smashes his right elbow into Casanova's cranium, hoping to knock him silly.
Lifting Casanova up, having him bent over, Lacklan delivers a drilling-elbow into the back of the former World Champ's neck, and then bounces off the ropes, where he proceeds to strike with a running kneelift!
Watching Casanova crumble to the ground, Lacklan makes a cover...
...1...2...
The Hall of Famer kicks out at the count of two!
Upset at this, Lacklan rises to his feet, grabs Casanova by his hair and stands him up, as well. Throwing Casanova into the corner, Lacklan begins wailing away on him with a mixture of forearms and punches. Stepping out, he goes to steamroll in, hoping to strike Casanova with a running-forearm to the jaw...
...only to have Casanova look up and see the behemoth charge at him, like an ornery rhino!
Rolling out of the way, Casanova allows for Lacklan to bash front-first against the turnbuckles. Not only that, but he creeps up behind Lacklan and rolls him up with a schoolboy...!
...1...2...
...
Just in the nick of time, Jean-Paul Lacklan kicks out, nano-seconds before the referee strikes the mat for the last time!
Popping back up, surprised at this latest revelation, Lacklan stands before Casanova, whom he kicks in the face, disallowing him from completely rising. From here, Lacklan wraps both of his arms around Casanova and then sends him overhead with a release belly-to-belly suplex, flipping him upside-down into the corner, smashing him against the turnbuckle pads!
Feeling things swing back into his favor, Jean-Paul lifts Casanova up and scoops him up onto his shoulders, looking for a shoulderbreaker. Before he can drop Casanova down, though, the vampire squirms his way to safety, landing on his feet behind Lacklan, and then uses all of his might to push Lacklan front-first in the turnbuckles, yet again!
Having bashed his skull off the top turnbuckle pad, Lacklan stumbles back, only to have Casanova grab onto him from behind, and then deliver a double-knee back-cracker/lungblower to Lacklan! Rolling atop his fallen foe, Casanova makes the cover...
...1...2...
Seconds before the three is made, Lacklan lifts his right shoulder off the canvas, continuing the match, much to the disconcert of the fans!
At approximately the same time, the two opponents get to their feet and eye one another. Right away, they begin sending forearms back-and-forth with each other, hoping to obtain the upperhand.
Casanova strikes with a flurry of forearms to Lacklan's head...
Jean-Paul Lacklan responds with some furious forearms and elbows to Casanova's skull...
In reply, Casanova punches Lacklan in the head, only to have Lacklan shrug off these blows and return with an attempted roaring-elbow... which Casanova ducks!
Snapping around, Casanova strikes Lacklan with a kick to the stomach, strikes another forearm-shot, and then bounces off the ropes, only to return with a running Yakuza Kick to the brunt of Lacklan's face!
Thanks to this boot, Lacklan stumbles around, barely able to stand on his two feet. Aware of this, Casanova climbs to the top turnbuckle, waiting for the right moment to dive off. In a matter of seconds, Casanova leaps off the top rope, delivering the Carpe Nocturn, taking Lacklan off his feet with a flying swan-dive lariat!
The fans rise to their feet, roaring with joy, as Casanova straddles his opponent, firing a wicked amount of fists to Lacklan's skull! Soon, he stands to his feet, but doesn't give Lacklan a chance to recover, as he instantly batters him with a bunch of stomps and kicks! Leaving Lacklan floored, Casanova returns to the outer portion of the apron, where he commences climbing to the top turnbuckle pad.
Up here, he turns his back to Lacklan, preparing for a top-rope moonsault. However, before anything damaging can occur, Lacklan rises to one knee and then pushes the referee into the ropes, which stunts Casanova from diving off. Even worse, it causes Casanova to crotch himself on the top turnbuckle pad, giving Lacklan the chance to return to a standing base, hoping to unload some more damage onto his opponent.
Walking into the corner which Casanova is situated, Lacklan begins bashing him across the back with some forearms, keeping him held on the top turnbuckle. Climbing up alongside his fallen foe, Lacklan unloads with some stiff-forearms to the back of Casanova's neck, hoping to immobilize him, allowing him to set up his finishing move -- The Final Rite, off the top rope!
Having Casanova lifted upside-down, held up in a reverse-brainbuster scenario, Lacklan can do nothing as Casanova wiggles and squirms, helplessly looking for freedom. This shaking is enough for Casanova to briefly find an opening, giving him the chance to drop behind him, landing on the canvas with both feet, as Lacklan remains on the second turnbuckle.
Tucking his head between Lacklan's legs, Casanova places his heavier opponent on his shoulders, struggling to keep him held up. Motioning into the center of the ring, Casanova continues to struggle, with Lacklan using this time to elbow him in the head, dropping him back down to the canvas, his larger size coming into play.
Once down, Lacklan speeds forward and bounces off the ropes, looking to hit a running-clothesline onto Casanova. Acknowledging this, Casanova also bounds forward, ducks beneath Lacklan's lariat attempt and then jumps onto the middle rope. Springboarding back, Casanova leaps back, hitting a European-uppercut onto Jean-Paul Lacklan, sending him into a confused state.
Jumping up, Casanova erupts with another uppercut, following this up with a swift kick to the gut. Hooking Lacklan into a standing-headscissors, Casanova goes to deliver a double-underhook piledriver, but has Lacklan halt the lift. Alternatively, Lacklan shoves Casanova back, resulting in Casanova grabbing onto his arm and then trying for the Destiny Calling!
However, once again, Lacklan stops the attempt and opts to pull Casanova into a short-arm forearm!
Pulling Casanova instantly back up to a standing base, Jean-Paul Lacklan applies a reverse-facelock and then holds Casanova up... only to drop down, delivering "The Final Rite", completely catching Casanova off-guard! Jean-Paul rolls atop Casanova, even placing his feet on the bottom rope, using the extra leverage!
...1...2...
...
Casanova tries to free himself, but it's to no avail...
...3!
Getting the victory over the former World Champion, Jean-Paul Lacklan, the current Impulse Champion, rises to his feet, glad to have the victory. Like a vulture, he hovers over Casanova, who slowly rises, trying to figure out what just happened. As he moves in, about to reveal why he truly is a God, Lacklan looks to further damage Casanova, only to be abruptly interrupted by a chair-wielding Stevie Swing!
Stevie Swing, fresh off being embarassed at the last Eternity, charges from the backstage area and then slams a chair across the back of Lacklan's skull, sending him sprawling out of the ring!
Outside, Lacklan retrieves his Impulse Title from the ring announcer and holds the back of his skull, watching as Stevie threatens to chase after him with the chair. However, while Lacklan walks to the back, Stevie accidentally bumps into a very cranky Casanova. This results in an ultimate staredown between Casanova and Stevie, with the cameras fading out before anything major can happen.
Winner: Jean-Paul Lacklan
Deep inside the underground hatch, Corey Page leads his group of wanton castoffs, wanting to find safety. Tripping over rats, bumps and fuck knows what else, Corey comes to a standstill.
Corey Page: Desmond, turn on the goddamn lights.
From within the darkness, a voice pipes in.
Ace Rodgers: Who the hell is Desmond?! We don't know any Desmonds.
Corey Page: Fuck you. Is everyone still with us?
Ace Rodgers: I amomhpppfffffhhhh---...
Plop!
With a trail of drool and snot, Ace Rodgers pops out of Booger's mouth.
Ace Rodgers: Booger, stop that, for cryin' out loud!
Booger: I got hungry!
Ace Rodgers: If you do that again, I'm going to... to... to do something really awful.
Corey Page: Quit fighting, you two! Now come on. We're getting close to finding the other end. I'm sure of it.
Corey hustles off, with the group continuing to follow behind him, still tripping over various objects that seem to jump out in front of them.
When we return, Stevie Swing is already in the ring, thanks to her arrival just a few minutes ago. All alone, she stands in the ring, waiting for the arrival of her opponent, Mercedes, who is without her boyfriend, Chris Extreme, as he has been kidnapped by the island's natives.
"Into the Darkness" by Kittie plays in background and Mercedes comes out, holding pink pom-poms and wearing a pink tiara, with a swastika. She walks down the ramp with John Locke, the kitten, sitting on her shoulder, with John Locke jumping off before she enters the ring. She lurks around at ringside, while she throws her pink pom-poms into the crowd, in disgust, and sets her pink tiara aside, preparing to fight.
Right off the bat, Mercedes shows that she's holding nothing back, as she fakes a grapple to Stevie, before clamping hard on both of her nipples. As a result, Stevie hollers in pain, slapping futilely at Mercedes, before finally breaking her grasp with a fierce headbutt, which blasts Mercedes to the mat!
Clutching her nose, which gushes blood. The audience oohs, as if unexpecting the ferocity, as Stevie stomps Mercedes repeatedly. When Mercedes finally gets to all fours, Stevie kicks her repeatedly in the ribs, until Mercedes is left in nearly a helpless fetal position. She seems almost unconscious, as Stevie vaults to the second turnbuckle in the corner, and lunges back with a moonsault. He/she/it gets a double dose of knees for the effort though, as Mercedes seems to awaken just in time to pull up the knees.
Stevie is left clutching her chest, and Mercedes her ribs, as the two finally rise to their feet.
Mercedes gets the first shot in, cranking Stevie with a bitch-slap right across the face. Stevie squeals, before punching Mercedes hard in the already bleeding nose. Mercedes, who definitely has to be worried about her boyfriend, Chris Extreme, seems stunned, as Stevie snaps her to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker.
He/she/it stalks Mercedes as she rises, before firing the Last Dance right into Mercedes' face... only to miss!
A last second duck saves Mercedes, who spins an elbow to Swing's jaw, before grabbing onto Stevie's ambiguous nether-regions!
Barely avoiding the Tranny-Claw, Stevie slaps Mercedes hands away, looking very offended, before skipping back and then suddenly forth, as Mercedes teeth are clacked together from a Last Dance that connects perfectly! Stevie drops for the cover, hooking a leg, and planting her free hand across Mercedes' bloody face.
...1...2...3!
The bell rings and Stevie releases the hooked leg, just staring down at Mercedes with her weight and hand still across her face. Slowly rising, Swing rolls Mercedes aside like a rag doll, before sliding out of the ring herself, and seeming to bask in the chants that are resounding through the audience.
Afterwards, Mercedes is helped to the back with some help from the referees, while Stevie remains in the ring, soaking up the applause.
The scene opens inside of the island's jungle, where a bunch of the island's natives are gathered around in a circle. Amidst the flamelit area, they begin chanting out loud...
Natives: Mambo... Jambo... Morgana... Taco... Toreskina... Edwardo... Cullena... Squishy...
Some of the natives disperse.
Natives: Cock sauce... Smegma... Cheese... Demo... Mexicano...
Only a few natives remain...
Natives: Two and a Half Meno... Ryan Ford... Edifice... Cocks... Bruv... BROOOHAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!~~
All the natives exit the scene, now showing Chris Extreme, who is strapped to a wooden board, having his hands cuffed in. Slowly, he awakens, albeit slightly dazed.
Chris Extreme: Where the cock am I?
He squirms.
Chris Extreme: My cock...
He looks down, seeing his cock all bruised and beaten.
Chris Extreme: My beautiful cock...!
In a dazed state, Jesus arises and comes to Chris Extreme, looking like a bearded pedophile.
Chris Extreme: Holy Jesus.
Jesus: Hello, my son.
Jesus takes a seat next to Chris Extreme.
Chris Extreme: ...I thought I killed you?
Jesus: No, I have arisen.
Chris Extreme: So... you're like a zombie?
Jesus: No.
Chris Extreme: ...A vampire?
Jesus: No, that's my pal, Edward.
Chris Extreme: Who the fuck is Edward?
Jesus: Some faggot. Look--
Chris Extreme: No, really...
Jesus shushes Chris Extreme, forcing him to listen.
Jesus: Listen, my son. I have come to you to help you find... yourself. Your power doesn't rely on your cock. Your power relies on you. Your cock is just an illusion of control. The real power doesn't rely on hating blacks, Asians, the crippled, or whoever, either. It's all inside of you. Use the force, Chris, use the force.
Chris Extreme: Wait, is it okay to hate the Jews?
Jesus: Fuck those faggots.
Chris Extreme: Hmmm... I see.
Jesus: Anyhow, as I was saying, use the force, you faggot.
Just like that, Jesus disappears.
Chris Extreme: Use the force... hmmm...
Chris looks at his destroyed cock.
Chris Extreme: But...
It wiggles, or so it seems.
Chris Extreme: Hmmm...
Gaining a surge of strength, Chris Extreme rips away one of the locks that had been holding his hands in.
Chris Extreme: Gah!
...and then he rips off the other.
Chris Extreme: Graaahhh!
Using his hands, he unshackles both feet.
Chris Extreme: Sweet Jesus, I'm free. I have a match to get to! I have some boring shitheads to beat up!
He dashes off, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake. As he runs off, the island's natives watch from the distance, gleefully eyeing Chris Extreme charge back towards the ringside area, running out of the jungle.
Out of the shadows, Jesus steps out, nodding his head in approval.
Jesus: Just like me, Chris Extreme will rise again.
As those words are spoken, the vampire, Edward Cullen steps out of the shadows.
Edward Cullen: Now what do you want me to do?
Jesus: You must go and fix Morgana. And save her from the pitiful rabbit, for Jesus' sake.
Edward Cullen: But you're Jesus!
Jesus: Haha, oh yeah. Fucking awesome.
Jesus pats Edward on the butt, prompting Edward Cullen to turn into a bat and fly away -- off to find Morgana.
Before tonight's main event feature, the scene switches to Morgana in the backstage, swinging from a vine-made swing. Looking bored and uninspired, she has her Television Title strapped across her waist. Her gaze is sullen and her smile droops low.
A glimmering sparkle comes from the nearby jungle, walking up to Morgana. The sunlight shines brightly down onto this figure, who stands behind Morgy, just out of her sight.
Edward Cullen: Bored, eh?
Silence broken, Morgana looks up at the sparkling, beautiful figure in front of her.
Morgana: I guess you could say that.
Edward Cullen: Ah, a little glum, then.
The figure known as Edward Cullen sparkles, glimmering happily upon the current Television Champion.
Morgana: Uh... who are you, you beautiful, sexy man?
Edward Cullen: My friends call me "Edward". I live on this island.
Morgana: I see. Why are you sparkling?
Edward Cullen: Because I am a vampire.
Morgana: ...
Edward Cullen: You know... a blood-sucking hound of the night?
Morgana: Like Casanova?
Edward Cullen: Sort of... but not quite.
Morgana: I see. So, what brings brings your handsome self... to... uh... me?
Edward places his glittering hands on Morgy's right shoulder.
Edward Cullen: You look troubled. I like to help the troubled. Especially if they are sexy like you.
Edward flashes a toothy, vampire grin at Morgy, who is awe-struck at the figure in front of her. Her panties moisten upon his glare.
Morgana: I bet you say that to all the womens.
Edward kisses Morgy on the hand, like a true gentleman.
Edward Cullen: Not quite. I just want to let you know that you need to return to your roots. End this sabbatical. Take back what's yours.
These words pour into Morgana's mind, medicating her previously abysmal thoughts.
Morgana: Edward, you sexy vampire, you... I like how you think.
She turns to face him, but he's nowhere to be found.
Morgana: ...Edward?
Still nothing.
Morgana: ....Hello? Edward? Are you there?
No sparkling; nothing.
Morgana: Yup, I've gotta get back into the swing of things and get off this fucking island. This place is driving me insane. I knew I shouldn't have eaten those roots. But they looked just like a Junior Chicken! Tasted like one, too.
She again realizes she is talking to herself.
Morgana: ...And I'm talking to no one, yet again. Just great.
Morgana finally pushes herself off the vine/swing and stumbles away...
...The camera then peaks over a nearby hedge, showing Edward Cullen gnawing into the Easter Bunny, draining him of blood.
Fuck you, Edward Cullen, you fucking faggot/monster. How dare you ruin children worldwide. I hope you die of AIDS, you fucking scumbag. Eat shit. Eat my fucking shit.
Fade out.
Guest Referee: Morgana
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 pink and black pin-striped tank top, signifying that she is a referee for tonight's main event.
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, ready to lay down some law and order.
FOR ADORA.
Strung Out comes roaring over the sound system with “Ultimate Devotion.” This brings out Everybody’s Hero, Corey Ashton, through the curtains. A pair of black Muay Thai style shorts, black kneepads and matching black boots makes up his attire, basically looking like an Oreo cookie. Corey makes his way into the ring, underneath the bottom rope and stands up with a grin, while making a vagina-licking symbol towards Morgy, who disgustingly mocks him. In any event, he stands, waiting for his tag team partner, the former World Champ, Chris Extreme.
The silent crowd gazes in awe as a giant, heart beating globe of Earth slowly descends from above. In horror, the people watch as the Earth begins to bleed. When the Earth finishes its descent and reaches the surface of the stage, Chris Extreme's voice is heard shouting from within Earth's core.
The Earth explodes into smithereens and "Sonne" by Rammstein blasts over the speakers...
...but Chris Extreme doesn't come out. Supposedly, he is still captured by those that took him away earlier. Corey Ashton remains in the ring, looking at Morgy, who is equally confused. Nevertheless, Chris Extreme music soon cuts out, meaning he will have no other choice but to face The Collective members all by himself.
The arena goes dark as the words blaze across the screen...
Well, give us your sad sad trip.
I GET IT
IT ALL MAKES SENSE
YOU'RE THE PERFECT PERSON, SO RIGHT
SO WRONG
LET'S ALL LIVE IN YOUR IMAGINARY LIFE
In their footsteps is Andrew Keller, who is coming out, holding 100 dollar bills in his hand, pretending to give some out to the fans in attendance, but stopping to mock them. The two members of The Collective -- Declan Turner and Andrew Keller -- roll into the ring and look at Corey Ashton, who remains alone and helpless against the two men.
Despite the numbers against Corey's favor, Morgana calls for the bell, prompting Corey Ashton to look awkwardly at Morgy, who shrugs her shoulders, not caring much.
When the bell rings, Declan Turner steps to the outside part of the ring, allowing Andrew Keller to start things against Corey Ashton, the same man he defeated last week. With a sinister grin on his face, Andrew cracks his knuckles and steps towards Corey, who doesn't cower away. Right away, he walks up to Andrew and they both lock horns with each other.
Corey uses his agility to quickly gain the upperhand, as he grabs onto Andrew's right arm, tucks it between his armpit and then armdrags him over, whipping him to the canvas. Both men instantly pop back up, with Andrew looking to exact some revenge... only to have his left leg swept out from under him by Corey, who drops down and applies an armbar to Andrew's left arm.
Together, both men get back up, with Corey Ashton striking Andrew's left arm with some whips and punches. Backing Andrew against the ropes, Corey whips Keller out, drops down, allowing for Andrew to jump over him and then rises back up. As Andrew Keller bounces off the next set of ropes, he charges out, only to run right into a release belly-to-belly suplex from Corey Ashton, flinging him halfway across the ring!
Jumping right up, Corey begins kicking and stomping at Andrew, who is only able to get to a kneeling position. Luckily for him, from this position, he can give Corey some elbows, which is enough to ward his aggressor off. Popping up, Andrew grabs onto Corey and then hotshots him throat-first across the top rope, snapping his head back!
Rolling to the side, Andrew crawls into his corner, into an awaiting hand of Declan Turner, who reaches out and tags himself in.
Slingshotting himself into the ring, over the top rope, the new World Champion hurries towards Corey Ashton and begins kicking at him. When Corey is on his hands and knees, Declan reacts by striking him with a kick to the ribcage, which sends him rolling over, leaving his head hanging halfway out of the ring.
Declan decides to take advantage of this. Seeing Corey hanging halfway to the outside, Declan decides to slingshot over the top rope and to the outside. On his way down, he extends his elbow, resulting in it smashing into Corey's throat, almost guillotining his head off!
Out here, Declan rolls Corey out and starts hammering away at him with some repeated-kneelifts, exchanging his left and right knees with various shots to Corey's face. Finished that, he forcefully slaps Corey's face off the ring apron and then rolls him back inside.
Climbing onto the ring apron, Declan ascends to the top turnbuckle pads, waiting for Corey Ashton to rise. Leaning back, Morgana watches as Corey stands, and then watches Declan dive off, expecting to hit a flying spear.
As usual, things change before her eyes.
Despite being walloped several times, Corey Ashton regains his senses enough, allowing him to catch Declan on his way down, driving him to the canvas with a DDT! On top of that, he tranfers the hold into a guillotine-submission hold, trying to make the World Champion submit!
The fans are in disarray as Declan struggles for safety, trying not to tap out. But with each squirm, Corey locks the hold in a little tighter, trying to block him from finding an escape. However, before Morgy can move in, checking for a submission, Andrew Keller hops into the ring and charges towards Corey.
Once inside, Andrew begins to relentlessly kick and stomp at Corey, forcing him to release the submission! Before realizing it, Morgana comes up from behind Andrew, grabs him by the ear and drags him back into his corner, much to the sheer delight of the fans!
Andrew, who is next in line to receive a title shot from Morgana and her Television Title, is reprimanded and is told by Morgy to return to his corner. Appearing very frustrated, he has no other choice but to comply with Morgana's orders, while Declan rolls on his side, trying to recover from his failed prior maneuver.
On the other hand, Corey Ashton steps up, shrugs off the damage done to him by Andrew Keller and then flips Keller the bird. Turning back to the World Champion, Corey lifts Declan up, knees him in the gut and then applies a side-headlock. Seconds later, he sweeps Declan off his feet, bringing him down with a judo-throw, which he follows up with a submission attempt.
Reaching up with his legs, Declan wraps both legs around Corey's head and peels him off, removing himself from the headlock-submission. His head trapped between Declan's legs, Corey tries to roll to safety, but to no such luck. With no other choice, Corey rolls onto Declan, trying for a jack-knife pinfall...
...1...2...
Aware of this dangerous position, Declan bridges up, stopping the count. This also allows him to swing Corey around and then backslide him...
A pinfall in Declan's favor is made...
...1...2...
This time, it's Corey Ashton kicking out, still going alone, without his partner!
They both stand at the same time, with Declan throwing a clothesline at Corey's head. However, Corey ducks beneath the arm and tries for his own backslide attempt. Unfortunately, Declan is able to flip over Corey's back, landing on his own two feet. Thanks to this, Declan is able to scoop Corey up and then drive him into the canvas with an Emerald Fusion Driver!
Like a wild animal, Declan pops back up to his feet and scurries into his corner, where he tags out to a hungry Andrew Keller, who bypasses Morgana, who steps back, watching Andrew beatdown and dominate Corey.
Whipping Corey Ashton into the ropes, Andrew goes for a standing lariat. Surprised with Corey ducking this attempt, Andrew turns around and delivers a lariat to the back of Corey's own head/neck!
Andrew rolls Andrew over and makes the cover...
...1...2...
Again, Corey Ashton kicks out!
Wasting no time in doing damage onto Corey, a displeased Andrew Keller stands back up, hammers Corey in the kidneys with a forearm and then back-suplexes him onto the canvas! On his feet, he bounces off the ropes, returns with a double-stomp onto Corey's chest and runs towards the next set of ropes. Upon his return, Andrew leaps into the air and comes sprawling down with a kneedrop to the skull!
Again, another cover is made...
...1...2...
Once more, Corey escapes; using his ability to pop his right shoulder off the canvas, furthering the matchup.
Frustrated about another pinfall being broken, Andrew Keller stands to his feet and toys with Corey, kicking him in the side of the head, even dropping some more knees onto him. Lifting Corey onto his feet, Andrew strikes with some forearms and then whips him violently into the corner, where he follows in with a running-clothesline!
From Corey's side, Andrew applies a cobra-clutch and then rushes out, trying to hit a bulldog; a move that he has named "Ebony Johnson". As he lunges forward, Corey is able to latch onto the top rope, resulting in Andrew being heaved across the ring, landing with a thud on his back.
Thanks to this quick-thinking, this gives Corey Ashton a chance to catch a breather -- something Declan Turner does not like. As a result, Declan rushes into the ring, against the rules of the match, and Pearl Harbours Corey, striking him from behind with a double-knee to the back, sending him face-first into the turnbuckles.
Over and over again, Declan swats and punches at Corey, wishing to keep him crippled; but soon enough, Morgana makes her move. Grabbing onto Declan Turner's right arm, she holds him back, stopping him from striking again, which does nothing but agitate the current World Champ.
As this commotion captures the attention of everyone inside of the ring, the attention of the fans soon shift towards the makeshift entrance, where Chris Extreme is bursting out, ready for some action!
Charging to the ring, under unexpected fanfare, Chris slides into the ring, swings Declan Turner around and then mercilessly punches him in the dick! With Declan hunched over, feeling the "oof", Chris grabs his head and then flatlines him with a DDT!
Springing back up, he notices Andrew Keller making a run at him, too. Right away, he side-steps a clothesline from Andrew, allowing Chris to go behind him, knee him in the asshole and then neckbreaker him!
Fresh off receiving 12 chairshots to his cock, and feeling almost invigorated, Chris stands to his feet, hulking up like a savage beast. Out of his mind, he even makes a swing at Morgana, but stops in the nick of time, realizing she is the referee. Instead, he charges towards the ropes, near the side The Collective members have gathered, and then recklessly dives over the top rope, unleashing the sloppiest plancha of all time!
Remaining in the ring is Corey Ashton and Morgana, who both watches in disbelief at Chris Extreme's resurgence. Shrugging his shoulders, Corey Ashton hops out to the floor, continuing in the brawl that is occuring at groundlevel.
Out here, Chris Extreme tangles with Declan Turner, while Corey Ashton battles with Andrew Keller, who gets thrown into the ring post. In the meantime, Chris Extreme smashes Declan Turner's off the ring apron and then piledrivers him onto the ground, sending rocks into his head.
In a minute, Corey Ashton hammers Andrew in the face with a forearm and then rolls him back inside. Thinking he has Keller laid out perfectly, Corey climbs to the top rope and dives off, hoping to connect with a frog splash...
...only for Andrew Keller to safely roll out of the way, seeing Corey Ashton plummet face-first onto the canvas! Hoping for a pinfall, Adrew crawls towards Corey, who holds his arm and chest, and then half-nelson cradles him...
Seeing this pinfall, Morgy bursts into action, making an overjoyed count...
...1...2...
Before Morgana's hand reaches the canvas for the third time, Corey Ashton rolls to his side, halting the count from the TV Champ!
Slapping his hands off the mat, in protest, Andrew Keller stands to his feet, lifting Corey up with him. Delivering a double-kneelift to Corey's face, Andrew Keller bounces off the ropes, looking for a clothesline. Just as Corey sees the arm swing at him, he ducks down, runs behind Andrew, lifts him up into a back-suplex position, and then drops him crotch-first across the top rope!
In the meantime, the battle between Chris Extreme and Declan Turner continues to rage on the floor, with Chris missing a punch to Declan's skull, having his fist smash directly into the ring post. At this time, Declan sees the trouble that Andrew Keller is in inside of the ring, while Corey Ashton climbs to the second rope...
As Corey jumps off, hoping to hit a clothesline to the crotched-Andrew Keller, Declan leaps through the air, catching him with a spear, completely flipping Corey Ashton through the air!
Angered at Declan Turner's upheaval, Chris Extreme rolls back inside and blindsides Declan Turner with a fist to the back of his skull. When Declan turns around, Chris goes to throw another fist at his head, but this time, it gets blocked. In return, Declan surprises Chris Extreme, bringing him down with the Blood Money!
Declan Turner makes the cover...
...
However, Morgana informs him that they are both illegal participants in the match, which absolutely infuriates Declan. Standing up, he rushes into the corner and tags Andrew Keller back in. Together, they throw Chris Extreme into his corner, while Declan then tags himself back in.
As they take this time to get Declan back in, Corey Ashton is able to climb back onto his portion of the apron and then tags out to Chris Extreme.
Re-entering the ring, Corey Ashton goes to strike some forearms at both Declan and Andrew, hoping to bring them both down. Corey proceeds to hit a roaring-elbow on Andrew Keller, which knocks him into his own corner and then ducks beneath a running-clothesline from Declan Turner, who is then sent sprawling through the air with a release German suplex from Corey!
after completely flipping Declan over in mid-air, Corey rolls into his corner, where Chris Extreme has risen back up. Tagging himself back in, both Chris and Corey go to work on Declan and Andrew Keller, with Morgana officially losing all control, as she throws her arms into the air and steps back, letting all men bash away on each other.
In one corner, Andrew Keller and Chris Extreme square off, exchanging an intense mixture of fists and forearms at each other's skull. Directly opposite of them, Declan and Corey Ashton have a chop-fest, with both men going all out, trying to redden the other person's chest.
In the end, both Chris and Corey overpower their foes, with them attempting to whip Andrew and Declan at each other. However, before he is launched out, Andrew reverses the whip; and thusly sends Chris towards Declan... who then kicks Chris in the gut and hits the Blood Money for the second time in the match!
Just as he hits that move, Andrew bursts across the ring and strikes Corey Ashton with The Mouthpiece, too!
In that moment, Declan climbs atop Chris Extreme and hooks his leg, looking for a pinfall...!
Upon seeing this, Morgana makes the cover...
...1...
She strikes the canvas once...
...2...
She strikes the canvas a second time, while Andrew stands over Corey Ashton, making sure he doesn't rise back up...
...3!
For the second straight week, Declan Turner scores a pinfall on Chris Extreme; this time with Morgana making the count!
"I Get It" by Chevelle hits and Declan stands to his feet, while Morgana gets the World Title and goes to hand it over to Declan. However, before he can grab onto it, she drops it onto the ground, making him pick it up.
A look of displeasure forms on his face, which is quickly interrupted by "The Creep" Chris Carson, who has run down from the backstage area, crutches, bandages and all. Taking his crutch, he bashes it across Declan's back, smashing the crutch into two pieces, dropping the World Champ down, while Morgana watches.
Seeing this, Andrew Keller attacks Chris Carson from behind, with his wife, Jay, also running down from the back. In due time, all members of The Collective are at ringside, where an instense brawl breaks out... with Morgana wisely stepping back, letting the others duke it out, only fighting when it's necessary!
In the endDeclan lifts Corey Ashton’s body up, while Andrew bounds himself off the opposite ropes. Andrew leaps into the air, face-locking Ashton as they fall, hitting the move they call “Money, Power, Respect!"
After Jay stunners Chris Carson; Declan Turner, Andrew Keller, Stephen Marquardt and Madison Page-Matthews heave Corey Ashton to the outside, where Stephen Marquadt removes two containers full of oil and dumps the contents all over Corey Ashton's fallen body.
Looking into the crowd, they look for affirmation from the fans, getting a very mixed response, with some chanting "DO IT! DO IT!", while some others jeer this barbarous act.
Laughing, Declan walks away as Keller stops to light a cigar. Walking away from Ashton, he simply tosses the lit match behind himself as the hissing growl of fire suddenly appears. Ashton is awake and writhing in flames, as Keller simply smirks to the crowd, while The Collective goes to exit to the back.
Inside of the ring, a revived Chris Carson sees his ally, Corey Ashton awash in flames, with fire slowly creeping up his body. Throwing everything aside, "The Creep" grabs a bucket of water and extinguishes Corey, patting the flames out, as well.
All members of The Collective walk to the back, appearing quite joyous over what they have just done. Meanwhile, Chris Carson checks on Corey Ashton, whose flesh has just been burnt, looking at them with a wicked glare, wanting revenge on the group known as The Collective.
As the show nears its end, things aren't at a close, though. Especially not for The Collective. During this entire fracas, Morgana has quietly exited, disappearing amongst the crowd. The camera goes upward, showing Morgana having climbed a tree, now standing on its branch, hovering above all members of The Collective.
Everything almost goes in slow-motion, as Morgana leaps from the top of the behemoth tree, spinning and twisting her body in the air, as she comes smashing down on The Collective, knocking them all down like bowling pins!
The scene fades out, literally showing everyone down and out.
Winners: Declan Turner and Andrew Keller
Finally... there is a light at the end of the tunnel! Or in Corey Page's case, a light at the end of the hatch. His group, surrounded by various people such as Adora, Booger and Ace Rodgers, have finally gotten to the end of the hatch. Corey, looking quite proud of this discovery, moves to the opening, where he begins to peel away at the door.
Corey Page: Here we go! We're almost off that island!
He turns, twists and claws at the opening...
Corey Page: Almost there...
Ace Rodgers taps his foot, bored to tears.
Corey Page: Just a little bit more...
Using all of his might, Corey wedges the doorway open. Popping his head out, he can hear cars beeping, engines roaring and horns howling. He looks towards a sign...
It's official.
Sin Wrestling is going international.
The parting shot is that of Corey Page helping people out of the manhole/hatch, welcoming them to England.