Event Date: Wednesday, April 16th, 2008
Theme Song: Ignite - "Bullets Included, No Thought Required"
Look up...
Look way up...
...
No, really, look way, way up.
For the first time over, Sin Wrestling is emanating live from an actual bridge; London Bridge, to be exact. The ring sits exactly in the middle of the structure, with fans scattered around, having no specific place to sit or stand. They're all circled around, ready for things to commence.
Already in the ring is Generic Heel, who has a microphone in his hand. Tapping on the mic, he makes sure it's in working order, clears his throat and starts to talk.
Generic Heel: Welcome, ladies and [he giggles like a schoolgirl] gentlemen. Yeah, right, it's only little boys here. There's no real men. I like real men.
Everyone silences at the fact that he has just said "I like real men", including Generic Heel. Nevertheless, he shakes his head and continues on.
Generic Heel: ...Uhm, anyhow, I'm here to promote my upcoming match against that no-good, dirty, filthy, foul-smelling, ugly, incomprehensible, ugly, douchebag named Tragik. This man... this... Tragik... he accepts my challenge; he wants to fight me... who the hell does he think he is?!
A sudden burst of cheers comes from the fans, prompting Generic Heel to thank them and tell them to quiet down.
Generic Heel: Thank you, thank you; I know you all love me. I mean, how couldn't you? I've been a champion over a thousand times; I've been the meanest and baddest man in the world. Furthermore...
Unfortunately for Generic Heel, the fans are really cheering for a returning Sebastian York, who walks down from the backstage setup, getting a grand cheer from his home-country fans. He soon steps into the ring, where he walks up behind Generic Heel, turns him around and superkicks him in the face, knocking him flat on his back!
Generic Heel: Mmmpphhfff...
Bending over, Sebastian York picks up the microphone that had been dropped on the canvas, receiving a boisterous standing ovation from the crowd.
Sebastian York: Hello, Sin Wrestling!
He receives another cheer.
Sebastian York: I come here to tonight to announce one thing...
He stalls for a bit.
Sebastian York: And that's to say "I'm back!" and I'm officially naming myself to go into the battle royal at Over The Top Rope!
With that declaration, the fans cheer out, making a "SEB-AS-TIAN" chant! Their roars are soon hushed, however; as a dizzy Generic Heel stands to his feet, grabs the microphone out of Sebastian's hands and commences talking, albeit in a slurred fashion.
Generic Heel: Hey, whoa, wait. You can't qualify... not without a qualification match!
Sebastian thinks to himself and then quickly grabs the microphone back.
Sebastian York: I'll be damned; you're right. You know what? Ring the bell.
Confused, Generic Heel watches as Sebastian York readies himself for a match against... Generic Heel!
When the bell rings, Generic Heel steps toward Sebastian York, attempting to poke his index finger in York's eye. Before the connection can be made, York side-steps the attack and swats Generic Heel's hand and finger away. This isn't enough to stop Generic Heel, though; as he quickly turns around, trying to grab onto Sebastian.
Just like before, Sebastian easily steps away from Generic Heel's grasps, even kicking him in the rear-end as he walks by. Angered, Generic Heel again turns around; this time trying to punch Sebastian in the cock. However, his attempt is again thwarted, as Sebastian calmly kicks Generic Heel's hand/arm away; and then grabs onto him.
Absolutely flustered, Generic Heel attempts to run away from Sebastian's clutches, but it's no use. Sebastian flings Generic Heel overhead with a back-suplex. Half a second later, York is back up and he is lifting the masked Generic Heel up with him. After striking with some chops, knocking Heel against the ropes, Sebastian York whips him out, throwing him into the ropes.
As Generic Heel bounces back, he runs directly into a spin-wheel kick from Sebastian York, who pops right back up, bringing more damage to his masked victim. Picking Generic Heel up, Sebastian kicks him in the back, whips him hard into the corner and allows him to stumble out, lifting him up into a reverse fireman's carry position. Up here, Generic Heel is placed into a Torture Rack, with Sebastian York pulling both sides of him down, looking for a submission.
When all hope seems lost for Generic Heel... things go worse. As the referee goes to check on a possible submission, Sebastian York swings him forward, twists around and lands a falling-neckbreaker onto Generic Heel, plastering him into the canvas!
Having hit the "Made For TV", Sebastian calmly stands up, walks around to Generic Heel's legs and applies a Sharpshooter, a version of the move that he falls "Fighting Mediocrity"! In a matter of seconds, Generic Heel is passing out, while yelling out in pain, giving the win to Sebastian York!
The referee steps in, awards Sebastian with the victory and raises his hand. Sebastian York, having moved onto the battle royal at Over The Top Rope 4, receives a glorious amount of cheers from the fans, while making some promises into the camera.
Winner: Sebastian York
The arena goes dark as the words blaze across the view screen.
Well, give us your sad sad trip.
Declan Turner: You know, last week was very interesting. Last week, a lot of things were accomplished. And other things became an unnecessary nuisance.
Declan pauses as the crowd becomes unsettled at the comment.
Declan Turner: Last week, Chris Carson thought he could jump back into the spotlight again by taking on The Collective... but he didn’t beat us in the ring. No, folks, he attacked us backstage, like a fucking pussy. A man who prides himself on being a man, but lacks the fucking balls to do this in open combat. He attacks two prominent members of our group, not out of pure straight hatred. No. It’s jealousy.
A mixed chorus of boos and cheers rise up from the audience.
Declan Turner: Am I lying? You know as well as I do that because Carson can’t get the job done in the ring, he’s gotta wait until everyone’s distracted to attack. The Collective has stolen what miniscule remnants of any thunder he had and he’s pissed about it. Which brings me to this point.
Declan Turner turns to face the camera as Stephen nods and claps approvingly.
Declan Turner: You put your hands on my wife. That is unacceptable. I demand-
The lights dim into a bloody red glow, then throb to life with a guitar riff like an alarm. Pyro fires off in red flares. As the song evolves into a rhythmic drumbeat and bass line, a haunted version of Queens of the Stone Age’s "Sick, Sick, Sick", Chris Carson comes out with a purpose, but all signs of the once-proud S.O.S. logo are gone for now. Standing at the top of the ramp, Carson holds a microphone as the lights return to normal.
Chris Carson: Give it a rest, bro. I've see you out here, week-after-week-after-week, talking your trash, tryin’ to be a mainstay. But the truth is, your little bunch of romper-room rejects, still can’t hold a candle to me. And I can prove it. Because your title AND your reputation are on the line tonight!
Another mixed reaction rises up from the crowd.
Chris Carson: Admit it, Declan. Like it or not, I went against better reasoning and opted for all out revenge. I gave everyone what they wanted. I beat the shit out of that wannabe thug you call a friend and that two dollar slut you call a wife!
The crowd erupts in raucous laughter and cheers as Declan and Stephen remain stone-faced.
Chris Carson: And I did it; not because it was cowardly. I did it, because I want that title. I deserve that title and NO ONE is going to take this opportunity away from me.
Furious, Declan lifts the title in the air.
Declan Turner: This title, Carson? You want this title, Carson? The only way I’m stepping in a ring with you for this title is if the match... IS. IN. A. STEEL. CAGE!
The arena erupts in cheers at the thought of a steel cage match. Suddenly, Corey Page is seen on the view screen that hangs from the upper-part of the bridge.
Corey Page: Both of you losers are wasting time on my show! Carson. You’ll get your title shot tonight. Declan, it WILL be in steel cage. Now get out of the ring so we can move on. Goddamn, you people.
In the ring, Declan grins, while "The Creep" nods in approval. On the screen, however; remains Corey Page, who begins painting his nails.
Corey Page: It's never too late for a little manicure.
...
He looks up, notices that the camera is on and then covers the lens.
Corey Page: Turn that camera off! Turn it off!
The camera goes to dark, while the image returns to the ringside area.
Dropping their microphones, Carson and Declan stare each other down before Carson grins and turns towards the back. Declan and Stephen walk back up the ramp as Carson disappears through the entranceway.
The lights dim, blue strobe-lights begin to flash, and the following image flashes across the screen:
The strobes continue as the heavy riffs of "Made of Scars" by Stone Sour kick in, and eventually the riffs soften and vocals filter in...
Blue spotlight shines down, revealing Shane Donovan standing on the stage, a smug look on his face as he walks to the ring. The light follows him as he makes his way around the ring itself, ignoring the crowd's reaction before taking off his jacket and tossing it into the crowd. He then slides into the ring as the lights return to normal.
The lights in the arena dim as the SW Screen lights up, signaling the entrance
of the youngest Sin Wrestling Hall of Famer.
King of Sin
The words illuminate the screen for several seconds, as fog begins to roll onto the stage and entrance ramp.
Down a hole, up a rope
Down some pills, up some hope
This karma machine only takes quarters
New age soldier, new age soldier
Matthew Good's voice creeps out of the speakers, as the lights grow all the more darker, and the illuminated words on the SW-Screen pulsate with color all the more rapidly. During the second time the words "new age soldier" are said, the song cuts and the stage erupts in silver colored fireworks. As the smoke begins to subside, the song picks up exactly where it lets off, and the SW-Screen begins to show highlights of Mike Phantasy's greatest matches.
Everybody's all right
Everything is automatic
And everybody's all right
Everything is skin deep
Finally, Mike Phantasy rushes out of fog to a cheering crowd, apart from a few die-hard Mike Phantasy haters. Phantasy pauses while walking down the ring-ramp to look around at the arena before him, grinning at the signs endorsing him. Then, he looks toward the ring, slowly making his way down to it; his upbeat demeanor slowly melting into a solemn one. When finally inside of the ring, Mike sits on the turnbuckle nearest to him and awaits the beginning of the match.
The bell rings as Shane Donovan and Mike Phantasy stare each other down from opposite corners, before slowly approaching, and colliding with a hard grapple. Phantasy appears to falter, as Donovan snaps a side-headlock onto him, but Phantasy quickly shoves him off, bouncing him against the ropes. Phantasy appears ready to smash a forearm into Donovan's face on the return, but Shane holds onto the ropes, leaving the two in the same position as they started.
They circle each other warily, feinting and withdrawing repeatedly for a grapple, before Phantasy finally catches Donovan off guard, feigning a grapple before nearly taking Shane's head off with a stiff lariat!
Mike gives Shane no time to recover at all, though; dropping down to lock an armbar on him. Donovan struggles for a moment, before finally powering himself and Phantasy far enough for him to grab hold of the lower rope. The referee forces Mike Phantasy to break the hold, and the two men slowly rise to their feet again, staring each other down.
The two approach for a grapple yet again, and this time it's solidly met, both men quickly struggling for position. Mike Phantasy gains the first advantage, sliding behind Shane Donovan for a reverse waistlock, which he quickly snaps back into a German suplex! He doesn't break the waistlock though, and lifts Shane to his feet for what appears to be another suplex!
...No!
Shane blasts Mike in the face with an elbow, and then quickly scoops him up and slams him flat on his back in the middle of the ring! Shane quickly straddles Phantasy and begins battering him with forearms, before lifting him back to his feet and whipping him to the ropes! Donovan bounces to the opposite side and meets Phantasy on the rebound with a big flying forearm!
Seconds later, A low dropkick from Shane takes Mike down even further, knocking him from a kneeling-position, putting him flat on his back. From this position, Shane Donovan quickly locks the Clincher on Phantasy!
Despite Shane's best efforts at trying to choke his opponent out, Phantasy finally twists around, wrapping his legs around the nearest rope, which forces Donovan to break the hold.
Unable to successfully lock his move on, Shane Donovan is quick to his feet, looking to really put Mike Phantasy away now. As soon as Mike is on his feet, Shane drives a forearm into the back of Mike's right knee, dropping him down, before Shane locks a grapevine onto that leg, wrenching back and forth to maximize the damage...
The move creates a painfully numb feeling in Mike's leg, forcing him to reach toward the ropes, hoping to break the hold. Further and further, he reaches out, until his hands are firmly grabbing onto the bottom rope.
When the hold is broken, the two warriors return to their feet, with Phantasy favoring his knee, and looking a little spiteful. Donovan smirks, approaches Phantasy... who responds with a Phantasize superkick!
...but it misses its mark!
Shane can just barely dodge, and Phantasy connects with his shoulder instead of his foot, which still knocks Donovan back pretty hard. Now it's Donovan's turn to favor his shoulder, while Phantasy looks on, still appearing irritated.
The two finally collide straight out in the middle of the ring, with Mike Phantasy striking Shane Donovan with a hard punch, which is answered with a stiff forearm by Shane that knocks Phantasy back. However, when Shane moves toward him, Phantasy snapmares him to the mat, and follows with a kick to Shane's spine that echoes over the crowd, which would make any football kicker proud.
Thanks to this thunderous boot to the spine, Donovan is left grimacing in pain, as Phantasy wraps his legs around Shane, locking him into a triangle hold in the center of the ring! As a result, Shane struggles to breathe -- and also struggles to break it, but Mike has his hold locked on tight.
The referee keeps checking on Donovan, but he's not tapping! He arches back, forcing Phantasy's shoulders to the mat, rolling him up into a cradle!
...1...2...!
Caught by surprise, Mike Phantasy just barely shifts his weight and the hold to get his shoulders off the ground!
Shane Donovan takes advantage of this, and seems to loosen the leglock around his arm and neck! He begins punching, as best he can, at Phantasy's right knee. Phantasy isn't enjoying that at all, but he seems to finally locked down the hold again, and Donovan is again left struggling, as he's obviously starting to fade. He bridges back again!
...1...2...!
...KICKOUT!
Phantasy just barely rolls one shoulder up; but this time, Shane fights the triangle hold until the lock is loosened, and he can begin to more freely, as he drives plentiful fists into Phantasy's knee!
These shots soon free Shane from the hold, allowing him to quickly crawl away from Mike Phantasy, who also rises. Shane takes this time to lunge toward Mike Phantasy, delivering a hard elbow to the face. He tries for a second shot, but Phantasy ducks, and grabs Shane's head from behind, dropping hard in a neckbreaker!
Phantasy's on top of Donovan, and now he's firing fists into Donovan's face! Mike hurriedly lifts Shane to his feet, applies a butterfly-lock and lifts him up, delivering the Amphora Crush/butterfly brainbuster!
Rolling over, Mike covers Shane...
...1...
...2...
...
...KICKOUT!
At the last moment, Donovan finds some energy to get the shoulder up! Mike Phantasy shakes his head, stands to his feet, lines himself up and goes for a standing Shooting Star Press onto Shane; but this time, Shane moves!
Despite coming up empty, Shane gets to his feet, albeit a tad dazed; ditto with Shane Donovan. Phantasy goes for a clothesline, but it gets ducked. From nowhere, Phantasy attempts to moonsault back, looking for a backflip-kick into Shane's face, only to have Shane be too close, allowing him to push Phantasy away, dropping him to the mat!
However, Mike gets back up, looking to deliver another leaping-kick... only to drop back down, favoring his right leg.
Hunched over, yelling about his injured leg, Mike Phantasy calls out to the referee, while holding his right knee. The referee double checks with Phantasy, and then signals for the bell and medics, as Phantasy is apparently too injured to continue!
...With that, the bell rings!
Standing back, Shane Donovan looks on, quite perplexed; but taking the win, regardless. Medics and referees circle around Mike Phantasy, checking on his status... but they are soon shoved and swatted away by a now healthy Mike Phantasy...?!
Questions and confusion swarm the crowd, as they're quite unsure as to why Mike Phantasy is now standing perfectly in thering. He walks up to Shane, extends his hand for a handshake... and a smirking Shane Donovan accepts!
The two men, who had just fought in the ring, exit the ring, side-by-side, leaving the audience extremely confused.
Winner: Shane Donovan
A large ocean liner is shown pulling up alongside London Bridge, floating along the River Thames. As it comes to a halt, the camera zooms in, getting a clear view of the vessel, which has the following words written on it in bright, pink font...
In a minute, Morgana is safely tip-toeing off the boat, glad to finally be ashore. Yawning, she outstretches her arms and looks around, proudly displaying her Television Title, which is wrapped snugly around her waist.
Morgana: Time to beat up some faggots, shitheads and assholes, I guess.
Adora climbs out next, carrying a load of luggage, barely displaying her figure.
Adora: Mmmhmmm. Now let's do some shopping.
Both Wifeys shrug and walk off...
"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.
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. After the bell sounds, Lacklan does not immediately attack; he starts slowly, taking the cowl away from his face to show his opponent the mask and horridly burned head that awaits them.
As the bell rings, Lacklan is first to attack with a huge lariat that catches the approaching Dan Black, completely off-guard. Consequentially, Black drops like a sack of potatoes, as he falls against the ropes. Wrapping his hands around Black’s head, in an amazing feat of strength, Lacklan lifts Black right back to his feet. Huge cross chops echo through out the bridge and into the cool air, as his beastlike hands smack into Lacklan's chest.
Black’s chest concaves as he howls in pain over the huge shots. Lacklan, trying to take advantage of the situation backs up away from his opponent, as Black uses the ropes to hobble towards the nearest turnbuckle. Lacklan rushes forward with a burst of speed and nails Black in the face with a Yakuza Kick that sends him flailing out of the ring and onto the floor below!
Following Black to the outside, Lacklan cracks his knuckles, as he begins to lay kicks into Black’s sides. The referee immediately begins the ten second count out.
...1...
Lifting Black back up to his feet once again, Lacklan wraps his arms around Black’s, Irish-whipping him towards the steel steps! The force nearly dislocates Black’s shoulder as he slams hard into the steps, in a devastating collapse.
...2...3...
The fans cheer as Lacklan climbs the guard rail. Pointing to the air, he leaps off and drives a hard elbow into Black’s rib cage, emitting a cloud of from Black's mouth upon impact. Pain chisels its way into Black’s features as he curls up into a fetal position. Not stopping the attack, Lacklan stands up, taken Black’s right leg with him. Lifting him off the floor, Lacklan smashes that knee into an over turned steel step.
...4...5...
Roaring at the audience, Lacklan keeps the tempo going by raising Black up to the turnbuckle post and repeatedly nails him with elbow shots as if they're knockout punches. Ducking an elbow, Black allows Lacklan to injure himself on the post, hoping to whip momentum into his favor.
For a split-second, Lacklan is stunned, but overcomes this; as he kicks Dan Black in the gut and then delivers a huge piledriver on the floor!
...6...7...
Just as Lacklan is about to enter the ring, the crowd explodes with excitement as Casanova appears from underneath the ring!
Performing some trickery, Casanova clotheslines Lacklan, leaving him in a stuttered daze. Casanova unleashes some stiff-forearms to Lacklan's skull/mask, goes to Irish-whip him, only to quickly hit the Destiny Calling!
...8...9...10...!
In the ring, the referee calls for the bell, officially counting both men out.
Casanova stands over Jean-Paul Lacklan, smirking, whispers some things to him and then proceeds to walk to the backstage area. As he exits to the back, Casanova turns once more, watching as Lacklan rises to his feet, seeing that Dan Black is also knock unconscious. He then becomes aware of the double-countout, which absolutely enrages him!
Taking all of his frustrations out on Dan Black, Jean-Paul Lacklan rolls Dan Black into the ring, sliding a chair in behind him. Climbing into the ring, Lacklan kicks and stomps on Dan Black, picks up the chair and stands back, waiting for Dan to rise.
Once Dan is up on both feet, Lacklan charges forward, wraps the chair around Dan Black's skull with furious abandon, leaving him smashed loopy on the canvas. Furthermore, Lacklan opens up the chair, lifts Dan Black up, holding him up in a reverse-brainbuster position. Seconds later, Lacklan drops down, delivering "The Final Rites", officially smashing the chair apart!
Standing up, Lacklan walks to the back, looking very disgruntled. Dan Black, on the other hand, is in terrible shape.
Winner: Double Countout
A flurry of backstage officials run rampant in the backstage setup, trying to get Casanova and Jean-Paul Lacklan to remove themselves from each other. Both men strike each other with reckless abandon, trying to draw blood and beat the living piss out of the other.
In due time, after a grilling struggle, both men are finally separated, but not before they issue bitter warnings towards each other, neither man looking fazed by the other's threats.
Shane Donovan is near the beginning of the bridge, drinking from a bottle of water in his hand. Walking back and forth, he takes a sip, stops, and notices the large ocean-liner parked nearby. He looks up, views the name on the boat...
A second later, he smirks, chuckles to himself and shakes his head.
Shane Donovan: Hmm... nahhhh.
With a nod to last year, when Shane Donovan exploded the original SS Wifey, Shane walks off, leaving the boat in peace; as opposed to the original, which he left in pieces. The camera fades out.
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.
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.
To a roar of hateful boos, "Lord Nazi" swaggers arrogantly down to the ring. Seeing different people in the crowd, he taunts them with racial slurs and sacrilegious blasphemies. At ringside, he threatens more fans in the front row by spitting in their faces, swearing that he will kill each and every one of them.
Walking up the steel steps, "Lord Nazi" walks into the ring, ready to start his match.
At the sound of the bell ringing, Keeley Powers begins slowly approaching Chris Extreme, looking for a grapple. Chris Extreme finds this unamusing, as he dashes toward her with a nasty forearm shot, which sends Keeley staggering into the corner, against the turnbuckles.
Chris Extreme wastes no time in firing punch-after-punch into her ribs, before mounting her and beginning to throw fists into her face. The audience rains boos down upon him, which only seems to satisfy him more, as he sneers and spits at the closest fans in attendance. At his slightest distraction, though, Keeley slides out from beneath him, and quickly yanks him off the second rope with a roll-up pin!
...1...2...
Almost, but no!
The crowd boos loudly, as Chris Extreme powers out of his predicament, just in time!
He rises to his feet, infuriated, and blocks a punch by Keeley, and returns one that sends her sprawling to the mat! Extreme marches over to her, laying several stomps into her torso, before trying to lift her up by her hair to her feet! Keeley fights him off, though; clawing at his face to back him off, before kipping up off the mat with two boots right into his face!
Extreme staggers back, stunned for a moment, as Keeley rises, and Irish-whips him to the ropes, before bouncing to the opposite ropes, herself. The two race toward one another, and Keeley ducks a huge clothesline by the Lord Nazi! Keeley gets one more rebound off the ropes, and flattens Chris Extreme to the mat with a crossbody splash!
She holds on for the cover!
...1...
Kickout...!
Extreme presses Keeley right off him, which sends her outside the ring, through the ropes!
Extreme appears to be touching himself, before following her outside the ring, and being met with a dropkick, which staggers the "Lord Nazi" right into the steel post! Extreme yelps in pain, only to have Keeley spear him in the ribs from behind, mashing his face and chest against the post again! Keeley quickly drags Extreme back into the ring, and goes for a cover...
...1...2...
Chris Extreme gets the shoulder up yet again!
Keeley begins climbing to the top rope, as the fans become loud all around her! She leaps off, aiming a knee across Extreme's face for the Makeover Story...
...No! Extreme gets the boot up, and plants it right between Keeley's legs! The audience seems to groan in unison, as Keeley collapses in a heap, clutching her crotch.
Chris Extreme slowly rises to his feet, before seeing Keeley's pain and smiling widely for the audience. He begins to slap himself in the junk a few times, before dragging Keeley to her feet and to a seated position on the top turnbuckle! Extreme climbs up, as well, and drops his boxers for a top rope Cock Factor!
...Or not!
He's distracted, staring hatefully toward the stage, where Mike Phantasy has appeared, waving an American flag and throwing massive amounts of "Vote Phantasy '08" pins and buttons into the European audience. The English crowd does not find this amusing, booing Phantasy, as Extreme steps off the turnbuckles, and gestures toward Phantasy woth his exposed cock, daring Mike to approach the ring!
Phantasy is finally driven back from the stage by the crowd throwing many of his pins and buttons back at him, and Extreme returns his attention to the match. As he does, Keeley Powers leaps from the ropes, and spikes him to the mat with the Hurricane Keeley! Powers leaps on him for the cover!
...1...2...3!
She gets the win, surprising everyone!
The bell rings as Keeley quickly slides out of the ring, high-fiving audience members as she makes her exit. Only moments later, the "Lord Nazi" rises, confused and looking extremely pissed off toward the stage, before pulling up his shorts, and stomping off, spitting and assaulting fans as he goes.
Winner: Keeley Powers
Walking into the backstage area, amidst a mixed reaction, is Mike Phantasy, who is waving an American flag to-and-fro. Seeing the camera focus on him, he walks up to him. shouting out some various words.
Mike Phantasy: Down with Chris Extreme! Vote for Mike Phantasy in '08!
He pulls out a red, white and blue "Phantasize Your Vote" sticker and places it on the camera lens.
Mike Phantasy: U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!
Chanting "USA!" Mike Phantasy saunters off, offering up a challenge to Chris Extreme's presidency.
Generic Heel is in the back, sulking about his loss to Sebastian York, with his head down, crying out for retribution. However, he is soon interrupted by Tragik, who cockily walks into the scene, getting into Generic Heel's face.
Tragik: Hey, loser. Way to lose tonight, loser.
Generic Heel: Shut up, fag.
Aghast, Tragik steps back, angered that Generic Heel would even insult him.
Generic Heel: Yeah, you heard me. Fag.
Tragik: Hell no, it is you who is the fag.
Generic Heel: No, you are. Fag.
Tragik: Fag.
Generic Heel: Fag.
Tragik: Fag.
Generic Heel: Fag.
Tragik: Fag.
Generic Heel: Fag.
Tragik: Fag.
Generic Heel: Fag.
Tragik: Fag.
Generic Heel: Fag.
Tragik: Fag.
Generic Heel: Fag.
Tragik: Fag.
Generic Heel: Fag.
Tragik: Fag.
Generic Heel: Fag.
Tragik: Fag.
Generic Heel: Fag.
Tragik: Fag.
Generic Heel: Fag.
Tragik: Fag.
Generic Heel: Fag.
Tragik: Fag.
Generic Heel: Fag.
Tragik: Fag.
Generic Heel: Fag.
Tragik: Fag.
Generic Heel: Fag.
...20 minutes later.
Generic Heel: Fag.
Tragik: I know you are, but what am I?
Generic Heel: You sunuvabitch!
Generic Heel tackles Tragik and they both roll around, swatting and pinching at each other. The final image is that of Generic Heel trying to dump Tragik over the bridge's railing, but ultimately failing.
The camera opens up to Chris Carson in his locker room, shadow boxing and getting pumped up for the steel cage match. Suddenly from behind, the camera swings towards the door as Declan is seen barreling into the room. Without regard to his own body, Declan spears Carson into the steel lockers, pushing them over. Collapsing on top of the wreckage, Declan begins laying kicks to Carson’s face, stomping hard.
Declan Turner: You like surprise attacks, asshole? How’s this for one?
Carson is able to latch an arm around Declan, tripping him to the ground. Security bursts into the room, separating the two men. As they drag Declan from the room, his voice his audibly strained.
Declan Turner: YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD, CARSON! YOU HEAR ME?! FUCKING! DEAD!
Fade out.
The bass guitar work of Dave Novotny from Saliva pulses throughout the arena and fills the ears of the fans, a guitar riff follows and then Josey Scott yells “Yeah!”. The drummer, Paul Crosby, breaks in and lead-guitarist, Jonathan Montoya, picks up right behind him. An explosion in the background of the music occurs and flames ignite within the entrance area.
With these words, Arran slaps the backstage curtain out of his way. He pauses under the video feed screen, smirks, and uses his fingers to imitate pistols. He closes his eyes and lowers his head. He fires once...
bang...!
...and more flames erupt around him.
He fires again...
bang...!
Even more flames ereupt.
He does it three more times...
bang... bang... bang!
...Which causes three strings of flames to burst up from the walkway area.
A place where no one follows me, I walk alone!
Huh!
I’m sick of all these people talkin’ out their heads.
I’ve never understood a damn thing that they said.
From words to actions never knowing what they’re about!
I guess I’ll have to chew them up and spit them out!
And I'll say!
I walked for miles inside this pit of danger!
I've swallowed down a thousand years of anger!
The weight of the world is falling on my shoulders!
A place where no one follows me, I walk alone!
Huh!
Arran slowly opens his eyes and looks up. The crowd starts to boo, even though an assortment of camera flashes light up the arena, as he makes his way to the ring. Sliding under the bottom rope, Arran stands to his feet, only to slide out to the announcer's table. He signals for his music to be cut and it fades out to silence. Arran grabs Lex Robinson's headset.
Arran Hayden: The most villainous man in the history of Sin is now in your presence!
Arran throws the headset up against Lex's head and slides back into the ring, listening to more booing.
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 the ring together, Arran and Morgana size each other up in mocked interest; neither competitor thinking very highly of the other, especially with their well-noted history.
Morgana, with hands on hips, yawns as Arran, who tries to intimidate her with his massive build, but she doesn’t buy into it. Instead, she stomps on his foot and dropkicks him to the mat. As he tries to regain his composure, Morgana swoops in with pink rage, delivering rights and lefts... rights and lefts... rights and lefts... and more rights and lefts.
It takes every particle of integrity in Arran’s body to shield his head from the vicious attack. After kicking Morgana back, Arran jumps up and double-leg takedowns Morgana, going for her leg. Attempting to hook in a sharpshooter, Arran receives a kick to the rump for his efforts.
Leaping up, Morgana runs off the ropes and flies at Arran, barrel-rolling up Arran, locking both legs around his head and then contorting forward, where she is able to hit a Tornado-DDT!
Morgana continues the offensive attack, now climbing the turnbuckles, as Arran fights through the pain just enough to stand to his feet. Waiting for Arran to stand, she leaps off and connects with a somersault-hurricanrana, successfully bringing Arran Hayden over and then holding down his legs, looking for a cover...
...1...2...
However, Arran kicks out at two!
Both competitors instantly rise back up once Arran kicks out. Right away, they lock arms and grapple, moving around the ring in quick sidesteps trying to overcome the other. Finally, Morgana counters an attempt at being thrown to the outside, only to hop over the top rope and land safely on the ring apron.
On the apron, she views Arran Hayden inside of the ring, celebrating, thinking he has disposed of Morgana, even displaying some of his own prowess at throwing people over the top rope. Unfortunately, his actions are quickly dismissed by Morgana, who uses the top rope as a springboard to launch herself through the air. Pressing both feet together, she strikes with a missile dropkick to the back of Arran's head, sending him stumbling forward, knocking him over the top rope, sending him to the floor!
Morgana runs off the opposite set of ropes, cartwheels back and then performs a backflip before leaping over the top rope with a twisting-moonsault onto Arran Hayden!
Out here, Morgana helps her opponent to his feet before she tries to whip him into the ring steps. Before Arran can smash into the steps, though; he halts himself, turns around and flips his middle finger at Morgana, angering her. She then proceeds to charge at Arran, only to have him side-step her attack, step aside and then drop-toe-hold her face-first into the ring steps!
Next, Arran grabs a handful of hair and slides Morgana back into the ring, sliding right after her. Lifting her up, he kicks her in the gut and then hoists her into the air, bringing her back down with a fisherman's buster!
He tries for a cover...
...1...
This time, Morgana kicks out; at the count of one, no less!
After this, Arran forcefully slams Morgana’s head on the mat several times, then tries to make another pinfall...
...1...2...
The referee doesn’t get to three, as Morgana has successfully popped her left shoulder off the canvas!
Arran drags her toward the center of the ring, picks her up and then nails a simple DDT. He tries for another cover...
...1...2...
Yet again, Morgana kicks out, almost indestructible!
Annoyed, Arran rises back up, lifting Morgana up with him. The two hook up once more, this time Arran gets the upper hand, attempting a German suplex, complete with a bridge! He's trying for another pinfall...
...1...2...
This time, Morgana rolls backward, out of the pinfall attempt!
Frustrated, Arran drags her to her feet, Irish-Whips her into the ropes, bends over, ready to throw her up in the air. However, she hooks onto the ropes and delivers a stiff kick to... his throat!
He falls to the mat, holding his neck in excruciating agony. Morgana capitalizes on this new development by taking to the sky--or turnbuckle, in this case--yet again. She dives off, hitting the "Death Proof", her version of a swandive-stunner!
She rolls over, making the cover...
...1...2...
However, Arran is able to place his right foot on the bottom rope, saving himself, just in the nick of time!
Deciding to lift Arran back up, Morgana knees him in the gut, bounces off the ropes and charges back. Right away, he jumps up onto Arran's shoulders, trying to twist her body around, looking for a twisting-hurricanrana, but Arran catches on, deciding to throw her off, instead.
Once he pushes her into the air, Morgana's wits kick in, enabling her to land on her two feet. Proceeding forward, she front-handsprings off the ropes, flips back and latches onto Arran Hayden's head, executing a flawless Tornado DDT, guffawing the entire audience! Jumping up, she stands back, watching as Arran rises, feeling a little more inspired.
Charging off the ropes, she bounces back, attempting a tilt-a-whirl headscissors on Arran, only to make an extra rotation, which soon enables her to send Arra sprawling to the mat, landing face-first! From here, she quickly latches on, applying a crossface, pulling back with all of her might! This move -- which she calls the "Happiness in Slavery" -- is enough to force Arran Hayden to tap out, having Morgana unload a few new moves from her arsenal.
When she hears the bell ring, she keeps the hold held on, making sure Arran is finally out. This forces the referee to walk over to her, tap her on the shoulder and make her release the hold, which she obliges.
Standing to her feet, she raises her arms into the air, basking in the praise of the fans, who cheer her on, wanting her to win at Over The Top Rope 4.
Winner: Morgana
A random Sin Wrestling fan – and we know this because he’s drunkenly waving a Morgana flag -- is stumbling around atop the London bridge, nearly falling over the railings every time he gets close to it. It’s initially hard to tell if he’s British or a North American fan who followed SW across the pond, because like all British people, his accent disappears when he sings. However, the camera zooms in on his terrible teeth and the crumpet in his free hand, confirming that he is, indeed, British.
Random British fan: Bloody hell, Sin Wrestling is full of wankers these days! Life isn’t worth living anymore; I’m going to off myself! Crikey!
The British fan lurches toward the railing again, dropping his crumpet and Morgana flag over the edge. It lands in the water below with a small splash, and the fan prepares to step over the railing, sobbing quietly to himself.
Random British fan: Cheerio!
Female voice: Holy shit, STOP!
Random British fan: Bugger off, you twat! Can’t you see I’m trying to off myself?
The British fan looks back over the railing after tossing his words toward the female voice without looking... and is met with none other than Morgana, who looks absolutely horrified. His jaw drops in total surprise, and he wobbles unsteadily on the ledge of the bridge.
Random British fan: Blimey! Morgana, is that you?
Morgana: Yes! What the Jesus are you doing?
Random British fan: I was.... I was going to jump off the bridge because life isn’t worth living with so many bleeding arseholes in SW. They make me want to shoot the queen. This is a serious problem!
Morgana: It is a serious problem! But I’m back now, and I swear to Xenu, I’ll kill all of those faggots. Better them than you – now get down from there!
Random British fan: Crikey, alright! Anything for you, my precious!
Morgana Stop that.
The British fan teeters away from the ledge, finally dropping onto secure ground. Morgy bounces over to him, her oddly good mood evident, and hovers near him without actually touching him. He smiles at her, revealing all of his terrible teeth, and she somehow resists the urge to shrink away.
Morgana: Alright then, let’s go buy some of my merchandise. It’s the least you can do, considering I saved your life.
Random British fan: Alright then! Say, Morgana, this entire segment is pretty self indulgent of you – but I still reckon that it’s not nearly as self indulgent as the ones your co-workers put out.
Morgana: You’re right; it really, really isn’t. And I tried so hard, too. Now get in the car, loser. We’re going shopping.
Random British fan: I don’t see a car.
Morgana: Shut up.
And with that, Morgy leads her biggest British fan toward her merchandise table, and the scene fades to black.
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 released himself from the parachute 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.
Darkness cockslaps the arena. “Chick Habit” by April March pumps through the P.A., and a spotlight shines on a pink glass and tissue paper structure that is not unlike…a vagina. There’s a silhouette of a woman on the pink paper, and an image of the one and only Stevie Swing on screen.
Stevie Swing bursts through the vagina to deafening cheers, the people in the audience going apeshit for the Dancing KingQueen. That sounds gay. Stevie dances around as fireworks explode all over the stage (gotta have fireworks), showing off her figure. She dances on down to the ring and rolls in, where more fireworks go off, much to the delight of the crowd.
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 the referee cautiously steps out of the way of the three competitors, he signals for the bell. ReKon sizes up Casanova and tries to convince him to start a joint attack against Swing. Sensing his apprehension, Cas rushes in with huge forearms, Irish-whipping ReKon towards Swing who gives ReKon a hellacious Last Dance super kick!
The effect is instant as ReKon’s head snaps back collapsing him to the mat. The crowd is a mixed reaction of cheers and boos as ReKon is taken out so quickly. With blood dribbling from his lips, he crawls to the nearest corner as Casanova and Stevie Swing lock up in the center of the ring.
Swing gets the upper-hand first, as she locks Casanova down into a side-armlock. Crossing his face in her hands, she forces him down to one knee, stomping the mat with her boot, trying to sinch the lock tighter. The ref looks down at Casanova to check his vitals.
Methodically, Casanova begins punching the back of her leg and throws her off towards the ropes. Bounding off the ropes, Casanova drops flat, as she jumps over him. Bounding back from the opposite ropes, Swing is about to execute a leg drop, as Cas arches his back, allowing ReKon to come running out of the corner to nail Swing with a HUGE SPEAR in MID-AIR!
The crowd goes into a frenzy as ReKon hooks Swing’s leg!
...1...2...
No!
It's a close one, as ReKon runs his hands through his hair and argues with the referee. Stone faced, the referee gives two fingers to ReKon, shaking his head. Casanova stands up, dusting the cobwebs away as he shoves ReKon into the nearest turnbuckle and begins a regiment of mudhole stomps.
Slamming his boot into ReKon’s face, Casanova backs up and runs forward, dropkicking ReKon directly in the face and splitting him open! Laughing, Cas draws a finger across ReKon’s forehead, collecting a small sample of blood on the tip of his finger and licks it before dragging him away from the ropes for a cover.
...1...2...
Swing rushes in to break the count, holding her ribs as she gives huge stomps to both ReKon and Cas!
Casanova is the first up, as Swing and Cas once again lock-up in the center of the ring. Trading blows, Stevie Irish-whips Cas towards the ropes. On the return, Stevie feigns a clothesline as Cas ducks regardless. Not knowing that Stevie is right behind him, Cas bounds off the other ropes...
...And gets a Last Dance Super Kick to the face, sending him flying out of the ring!
ReKon is back on his feet, as he rushes towards Swing, strong-arming her into the turnbuckle with kidney punches and forearm shots. Trying to move the momentum back in her favor, Swing shoves ReKon back and gives him a huge right hook!
ReKon and Swing are back at each other's throat, exchanging huge right hands, both of them refusing to give in. Neither one can believe the magnitude of the punches, but all are caught up in the moment, as Casanova suddenly re-emerges on the top of the nearest turnbuckle.
Leaping off in a swan dive, he catches both Swing and ReKon with the Carpe Noctum, laying everyone flat as a pancake! The referee begins the knock out count!
...1...2...3...4...5...6...7...
Suddenly, Swing tries to capitalize and covers ReKon...!
...1...2...
So close, but so far away; as Rekon kicks out, just in time, thanks in part to Casanova vrawling towards the duo, breaking the count.
All competitors are exhausted and desperately trying to stand. Finding a new strength, Casanova throws ReKon away from Swing, as he begins to stomp away at her. In a fit of rage, ReKon bounces back and slides under Cas’s legs. Standing behind Cas, ReKon wraps his arms around Cas’s waist for a snap German-suplex, bringing Casanova down hard!
In the meantime, Stevie Swing creeps up behind Rekon and lowblows him!
...and then hits another one! And then another...!
...and another!
ReKon is howling in pain, as the ref turns and takes a look at ReKon, who is holding his crotch, while Stevie innocently shrugs her shoulders.
In a fit of angst, Rekon nails Stevie with a huge right hand; the force spins her around causing ReKon to execute the “Fallback” german suplex right onto a turnbuckle! Swing’s head bounces off the post and gets knocked out COLD as he gives her another suplex...
...And another!
...And another!
With one final German suplex, Rekon makes a bridge-attempt...
...1...2...
At the proper time, Casanova Cas breaks it yet again, and wraps his hands around ReKon’s throat! Picking him up with ease, Casanova throttles Rekon's throat, hoists him into the air with both hands and charges towards the ropes, where he proceeds to launch Rekon over the top rope and to the floor!
Turning around, Casanova views a dizzy Stevie Swing arching back to her feet...
He then delivers the "Destiny Calling"! Rolling atop Stevie Swing, Casanova hooks her leg...
...1...
...
...2...
...
...3!
The bell rings and Casanova stands up, letting the referee raise his hand, squeaking out an extremely close match between three of the fiercest Sin wrestlers today! Casanova triumphantly walks to the back, as Swing just begins to stir as ReKon lies motionless.
Before the cameras fade out, they show Rekon regaining his senses on the floor, while an annoyed Stevie Swing holds her head.
Winner: Casanova
All of the competitors that haven't moved on to the Over The Top Rope Battle Royal are in the backstage area, which has been setup on the bridge. They are circled around Corey Page, who is wearing a trench coat, looking quite suspicious. As time grows still, everyone circle around Corey Page become quite antsy, forcing a few of them to speak up, questioning why they have been called before him.
Dan Black: Hey, why the hell are we all here?
Arran Hayden: Yeah, what gives?
The group, consisting of people such as Dan Black, Arran Hayden, Mike Phantasy and others, finally get their answers.
Corey Page: You're here because at the pay per view, you'll be fighting for a chance at... this!
Corey swiftly pulls apart his trench coat... revealing himself to be naked underneath.
Mike Phantasy: Uh...
Feeling the wind ruffle his balls, Corey Page looks down, finally becoming aware of his mistake. Blushing, he giggles.
Corey Page: Whoops!
Quickly covering himself back up, Corey Page reaches into his nearby desk and pulls out a title. He quickly holds it up, making sure everyone before him can catch a glimpse.
Corey Page: Here we go, this is it. At Over The Top Rope, we will have a special "Bring Your Own Weapon" Street Fight. This match will be a special presentation and re-introduction of this... the Ultraviolence Title!
The camera focuses in on the title, which was made famous by Sin Wrestling Hall of Famer, Zimdela Brudon.
Corey Page: This match won't be for the title, but it will give a good idea on who the front-runner will be. Each of you will be meeting outside of the arena, where you will each bring your own form of weapon, be it weed-whacker... tomatoes... or a dead cat, I don't care.
Everyone who is around Corey gleefully nods their head, eyeing the title that he holds on his shoulder.
Corey Page: So, uh, yeah... feel free to kick the bejesus out of each other at the pay per view.
With Corey's permission, the camera fades out, returning to the ringside area.
World Title Match
The camera returns to the ringside area, displaying the cage that has been setup around the ring; the spotlights shining down on it, giving off a gloomy, ominous aura.
The lights dim into a bloody red glow, then throb to life with a guitar riff like an alarm. Pyro fires off in red flares. As the song evolves into a rhythmic drumbeat and bass line, a haunted version of Queens of the Stone Age’s "Sick, Sick, Sick", Chris Carson comes out with a purpose, but all signs of the once-proud S.O.S. logo are gone for now. Carson jaws with the audience, walks in through the cage's door, holds his arms in the air and gets a mixed reaction from the fans. He stands, waiting for Declan to make his way down to defend his title.
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
After a buildup of tension, the bell rings and the two combatants walk into the center of the ring, where they go face-to-face, spitting several words of disdain and abuse at each other. Out of nowhere, Declan slaps Chris across the face, prompting "The Creep" to take a step back, reserving himself, tasting the blood in his mouth.
Shooting back with a forearm to Declan's face, Chris Carson knocks Declan back, bumping him into the corner. In here, Chris Carson repeatedly kicks, punches and chops Declan, keeping him barred in the corner. Seconds later, he whips the World Champ across the ring, sending him charging into the opposite corner. Following up, Chris Carson charges in, nailing a perfect running-clothesline across Declan's neck/throat, finishing that off by grabbing his head and then bulldoging him out!
Standing right back up, "The Creep" commences kicking Declan some more, only to pull him up into a kneeling position. He goes to boot the champ in the face, but Declan grabs onto his foot, and wisely connects with a forearm to Carson's groin!
Snapping upward, Declan strikes with an uppercut to Declan's jaw, using his left hand, following that up by striking with some repeated right-hand punches. Watching as Chris Carson stumbles back, holding his face, Declan moves behind him and then throws him forward, smashing him against the steel cage! As Chris Carson stumbles back, holding his face, Declan latches on from behind and flings him overhead with a backdrop-driver!
The World Champ sits up, seeing that he has Chris Carson laid out, and then quickly rises to his feet. Going behind "The Creep", he grabs onto both of his arms, hoisting him backward, almost in a surfboard-type stretch. He doesn't wait for Chris to submit, though. Instead, he places his left foot on "The Creep"'s neck and then curbstomps him onto the canvas, smashing him face-first into the mat, using the force of his foot!
The fans jeer this maneuver, but Declan doesn't pay attention to their reaction, as he grins with evil intent in his eyes. Seconds later, he lifts Chris Carson back onto his feet, chops him across the chest a few times and then backs him into the ropes. From here, he Irish-whips "The Creep" out and opts to duck down, looking for a backdrop on the rebound.
...Unfortunately, things don't go always as planned for Declan; with this time being no different. On his way back, "The Creep" instinctively knees the World Champ in the jaw, temporarily stunning him. He then grabs a handful of Declan's hair and swings him face-first into the side of the cage, watching with glee as Declan stumbles back, taken aback by this reversal of fortunes.
Watching Declan stumble around, "The Creep" stands back and bounces off the ropes. Springing back, Chris Carson goes for a lariat, but a dazed Declan Turner is able to duck beneath the attempt. This allows for him to speed into the opposite set of ropes, looking to return with another shot.
Except, this time, it has Declan reversing things. On his way back, "The Creep" runs directly into a release belly-to-belly suplex from Declan, who sits up, trying to think of a way to further his attack.
Climbing to his feet, Declan strikes with a stomp to the back of Chris Carson's head and delivers some kneelifts to a kneeling "Creep". After throwing him into the corner, Declan strikes with some rights and lefts, and then sits him onto the top turnbuckle pad. Striking with a strong, leaping uppercut, Declan soon climbs up alongside Chris Carson, where he starts striking with even more knees.
Standing "The Creep" up alongside him, Declan tries for a superplex from the very top rope. However, Chris Carson is very keen on fighting back, even swatting at Declan with some of his own punches and elbows. Using his knee to strike Declan in the gut, "The Creep" has the World Champ hunched over, holding his midsection, then decides to do the only thing he can think of.
Sunset-flipping over Declan, Chris Carson lands on his feet, placing himself between Declan's legs. Using this motion to maintain momentum, "The Creep" whips Declan off the top turnbuckle pad with a vicious snap-powerbomb! He even folds Declan up, but is soon reminded by the fans that you must exit the cage in order to win!
Striking the canvas in anguish, Chris Carson stands to his feet and stumbles towards the cage. Slowly, but surely, he begins his ascent. As he rises halfway up the cage, Declan is finally able to wake himself, noticing Carson halfway up the cage. With no intent on losing his World Title, Declan goes from a kneeling position into a standing position within seconds. Shooting towards Chris Carson, he begins to hastily climb up behind him, eventually placing his head and shoulders between "The Creep"'s legs.
Placed in an Electric Chair position, "The Creep" wiggles and attempts to escape from this horrifying position, but it's all useless. Strapping Carson on his shoulders, Declan falls back, from halfway up the side of the cage, delivering a thunderouns Electric Chair Drop, sending both himself and "The Creep" slamming onto the ring canvas, sending a loud roar through the crowd!
It takes some time for both men to rise, though. Declan Turner is up first, followed by Chris Carson, who had received the brunt of the drop. Right away, Declan strikes a fist at Carson's face, wishing to keep him floored; but to no avail. In response to Declan's punch, Chris Carson fires back with some more of his own, with Declan soon to fire back, as well.
In the center of the ring, both men exchange various punches...
Declan strikes "The Creep"...
"The Creep" strikes twice with two more punches...
But then Declan Turner hits several forearms, attempting to followup with a roaring-elbow... which gets ducked! Instead, Chris Carson knees Declan in the gut, applies a facelock and stumbles backward, smashing Declan's head off the side of the cage!
Right after that, "The Creep" scoops Declan up, placing him on his shoulders, leaving him dangling. In a matter of seconds, "The Creep" charges forward and smashes Declan's face into the side of the cage! He isn't finished, though; as "The Creep" turns around, still with Declan on his shoulder, and charges directly into the opposite side of the cage, bashing his skull into the steel for the second time!
Bloody forehead and all, Declan is spun out once more, with Chris Carson charging towards the cage for a third time. However, despite the blood dripping down his face and into his eyes, Declan is able to slink himself off Chris Carson's shoulders, and push "The Creep" into the side of the cage!
Dazed, Chris Carson stumbles back, having his forehead knicked open, as well. As he turns around, Declan speeds toward him, ala an angry bull. Looking for a spear, Declan is seconds away from connecting, only to have "The Creep" step to the side, resulting in the World Champion smashing head/face/shoulder first against the steel!
Quick to take advantage of Declan's miscue, "The Creep" goes on the attack, stomping the back of the champ's head against the solid steel. After bashing Declan's skull off the cage twice in a row, Chris Carson pump-handles Declan and appears to attempt "The C.C. Crash." Alternatively, "The Creep" opts to instead sling Declan overhead, sending him crashing into the side of the cage, back-first!
Hung up between the cage and the ropes, Declan has his face driven briskly into the cage wall, thus spilling even more blood down his face. Climbing onto the middle rope, Chris Carson hovers over Declan and proceeds to pound his fist harshly into Declan's wound, driving his knuckle deep into the flesh! Furthermore, "The Creep" uses his left foot to grind Declan's head against the cage, even offering some stomps to the back of the champion's skull!
Using Declan as a stepping-stool, "The Creep" steps onto Declan's head, propelling himself up onto the side of the cage. At a steadfast pace, Chris climbs the rungs of the cage, hoping to find himself near the top of the cage. However, as he climbs, Declan shakes the cobwebs out of his head, reaches up and halts Carson by grabbing onto his left foot.
Despite his best attempts at trying to stall his opponent, Declan is unable to keep Chris Carson still. The only option left is for Declan to use the ring ropes for his own needs. Using the top rope as a springboard, Declan leaps into the air, places both of his ankles around "The Creep"'s neck and reverse-hurricanranas him off the side of the cage, sending Chris Carson splattering into the canvas!
With the fans going wild, Declan slowly rises to his feet, with blood dripping down his face, spilling onto the canvas. Turning around, he views Chris Carson hunched over, trying to fight his way up. Once "The Creep" stands, Declan charges at him, jumps up and strikes both knees into "The Creep"'s chest, smashing him up against the steel cage!
Feeling a surge of energy after the previous double-knee shot, Declan sprints up to his feet, washing some of the blood out of his eyes/brow, and then heads towards the side of the cage. Grasping onto the rungs, Declan begins slowly climbing up the wall of the cage, his pace hurtled down thanks to the blood flowing from his forehead.
Three-quarters of the way up the side of the cage, Declan is able to reach up and place his hands along the top of the cage, which does nothing but infuriate Chris Carson, who has finally regained his wits. Stumbling over, holding his ribs and neck, Chris places both hands on the steel wall and begins shaking it, thus startling Declan, stopping his mobility. "The Creep" then begins to slowly climb up the wall, soon taking a spot next to Declan.
Up here, near the top of the cage, both men start striking each other...
Declan with a forearm...
Chris Carson strikes with a chop to Declan's chest, while hanging off the side of the cage...
Declan responds by grabbing onto "The Creep"'s head and bashing his skull off the steel, opening his wound a little more. Being the fighter that he is, Chris Carson's resilience kicks in, allowing him to elbow Declan Turner in the temple, almost bumping him down a notch.
Upon realizing this, Chris Carson takes a few steps up, trying to climb out before Declan can catch him. Sadly, his plan fails, as Declan wraps his right hand around Carson's right leg, plucking him back down, going side-by-side with him. They continue to unleash some more shots at each other, too.
Carson with back-to-back punches almost knocks Declan off the side of the cage. However, realizing his whereabouts, Declan hangs on for dear life. Up here, he sends some elbows of his own into Chris' face, almost stunning him. He rifles him with some quick uppercuts and snap-punches, trying to throw Carson off the cage, but it also fails.
Giving up with the punches and forearms, Declan soon places "The Creep" into a gutwrench position. Looking for a gutwrench-powerbomb off the top of the cage, Declan's attempts are again thwarted by "The Creep", who claws, scratches and elbows his way out of the World Champion's grasps.
Upon escaping, "The Creep" begins smashing the back of Declan's skull off the cage, trying to wear him down, even hitting with some headbutts. Now with things swung back into his favour, Chris Carson hits with a back-elbow and then hoists Declan up into a vertical-suplex position, while at the top of the cage. Soon enough, "The Creep" flings Declan forward, sending both men flying off the top of the cage, with "The C.C. Bomb"!
Both men soar through the air, with gravity soon kicking in, driving the two competitors smashing onto the canvas, with a mighty splash! Both men remain down, feeling the full-effects of this tremendous fall!
Several minutes of shushed silence is soon broken apart, as Chris Carson is the first to move, slowly sitting up, trying to regain his composure. Leaning against the corner, being held up by the ropes and the cage, Chris watches as Declan rolls into the opposite corner, doing his best to rise. With his opponent's back turned, "The Creep" speeds in and delivers a high-knee to Declan's back, squishing him against the turnbuckles!
To add further damage, "The Creep" grabs Declan's head, as he stumbles backward, and then jams him face-first against the steel cage, leading a slick of blood behind on the bars! Pouding Declan's face off the bars once more, Chris Carson turns him around, slaps and chops his chest and then whips him across the ring.
On the way back, Declan ducks beneath a reverse-clothesline attempt and then proceeds to the next set of ropes. Bouncing off these, he returns, headed straight towards another clothesline. Thoughts race through Declan's mind, as he blocks the attempt, grabs onto "The Creep"'s arm and tries to armdrag-bulldog him onto the canvas. His plans are foiled, though; as Chris pulls Declan in and back-suplexes him!
Popping back up, with a tiny trickle of blood running down his face, "The Creep" grabs onto Declan's right arm and then forcefully kicks Declan in the face, sending a wash of blood into the crowd. Right after this, Chris steps over Declan's arm and applies a standing cross-armbreaker!
Feeling the pain surge down his arm, into his elbow, to his shoulder and throughout his body is rapidly intense for Declan, who yelps out in pain. Trying his hardest, Declan reaches out to the bottom rope... and latches onto it!
Unfortunately for him, it's no use; as the rules of this match state that you must exit the cage to win.
Soon becoming aware of this, partially thanks to "The Creep" dragging him back into the ring, where he stomps and kicks at Declan's right arm, only to apply another standing cross-armbreaker! Cries of pain are heard from Declan, who reaches out to Stephen Marquardt, who can do nothing to help his ally. With each twist and turn that Declan makes, the pain becomes even more excruciating. It isn't until Declan is able to reach out and grab onto "The Creep"'s testicles that he can even find an escape.
Finding freedom, a bloodied, in pain, and enraged Declan Turner rises to his feet, seeing Chris Carson hunched over, holding his midsection. Deivering a stiff winding-kick to Chris' face, Declan holds his right arm close to his body, feeling the damage done to it. Nevertheless, he stands "The Creep" up, kicks him in the gut and then pulls him into a standing-headscissors.
Using all of the strength that he can muster up, even with the shocking pain in his arm, Declan is able to hoist Chris onto his shoulders, into a powerbomb position. Charging ahead, Declan smashes Chris against the cage, delivering a powerbomb... but he is unable to get the release!
Just as Chris Carson is smashed against the steel cage, he is able to quickly latch onto Declan's right arm once again. As he sits atop Declan's shoulders, while smashed against the side of the cage, Chris holds onto the arm, trapping it with an armbar, even striking it with some punches. To add further damage to it, he even attempts wrapping Declan's arm across one of the cage's rungs, hoping to completely break it.
Once again, having pain surge throughout his body, originating from his right arm, Declan is forced to do some quick thinking. Realizing that Carson is being partially held up, thanks to him, Declan steps to the side, resulting in "The Creep" smashing to the mat, forcing the release of his trapped arm.
Leaning against the ropes and the cage, Declan tests out his right arm, notices Chris Carson still down after being dropped to the mat. Turning around, he tries for an escape. He tries to use his right arm to help him climb, but it completely hinders his efforts. As a result, he has no other choice but to use only his left arm to help him ascend, which slows him down -- by a lot.
His climbing is so slowed down, that it even gives "The Creep" the chance to recover. Sauntering up behind Declan, "The Creep" grabs onto his tights and flings him back-first onto the canvas, bringing the World Champ down with reckless force. After delivering a stomp to Declan's arm and chest, Chris wipes some blood and sweat out of his eyes; and then pulls back his hair.
For a second time, "The Creep" turns Declan over and applies another standing cross-armbreaker, pulling back even harder than before. Again, the pain permeates all over Declan's arm and into his body; so much that it even forces him to tap out, unable to take much more.
...However, the rules of the match are that you have to escape the cage. Pinning or submitting your opponent does not matter. For this, Declan is lucky; and thus is able to hang onto his title -- for now, at least, unless Chris Carson can use this time to exit the massive steel structure.
When he realizes that a submission is no good to his cause, Chris Carson releases the hold and allows for Declan's arm to droop safely back down to the canvas. He turns around, looks up the side of the cage and then begins climbing, with the crowd egging him on, wanting him to defeat Declan.
Just as he goes to climb, though; Declan's manager and partner, Stephen Marquardt, hops onto the apron, still with the World Title in his hands. Leaping onto the side of the cage, he reaches inside, grabbing onto Chris Carson, holding him down, forcing him to remain in place, unable to climb.
This absolutely annoys "The Creep", who manages to also reach through the cage, grab onto Marquardt's collar and begin bashing his face repeatedly against the cage! Thanks to his interference, Marquardt falls off the side of the cage, a bloody mess; but he gets the job done. That being to stall "The Creep", enabling Declan to get back to his feet.
Behind an unknowing Chris Carson, Declan Turner rises, pops his right arm into place, and watches with keen interest as "The Creep" turns around, wanting to do more damage. Once the rotation is complete, though; a massive surprise befalls Chris Carson, as Declan charges full-speed ahead at him!
Like a rocket, Declan launches himself at "The Creep", hitting a picture-perfect spear! It hits so hard, that it breaks the cage wall, sending both men tumbling outside of the confines of the steel! Declan Turner lands completely on the floor, whereas "The Creep" remains hung-upside down in the ropes and steel, tangled and twisted into the mess!
Declan, being the first man to hit the floor, is then declared the winner by an on-side referee, who calls for the bell, allowing for the champ to retain his title! A shockwave of jeers is ignited from everyone on the bridge, who were wanting "The Creep" to walk out as the new champ.
Half in a daze, Stephen Marquardt stands up and hands the World Title over to an even more bloodied Declan Turner, who is barely conscious and holding his right arm/shoulder. Chris Carson, in the meantime, is being aided by several ringside officials, trying to untangle him from the ropes and the cage wall.
As Declan rolls back inside the ring, barely able to stand, he soaks up the jeers from the unloving crowd...
And then the lights go out.
Panic and fear strickens the crowd, who has no idea what's going on. The last time this happened, it resulted in Declan being a bloody mess; and Stevie Swing being wrapped in devilishly delicious barbed-wire.
Out of nowhere, a voice cuts the shrill silence like a knife...
TIME.
IS.
UP.
The lights return to normal...
Turning around to face the audience with a huge grin, the wrestling icon who cut his teeth for several years in many independent and major wrestling federations, has finally arrived in Sin Wrestling.
The fans are stunned, going wild, as Andrew Hurley jogs down to the two men that remain in the ring -- Declan Turner and Chris Carson. With one side of the cage wall being torn down, thanks to Declan's vicious spear, Andrew Hurley is easily able to slide inside of the ring, where he opens his trench coat, revealing a glass bat.
...A glass bat, which he smashes across Chris Carson's skull, sending him spiralling to the canvas, busting him open even further!
As this happens, Declan Turner can only watch with a curious look on his face. Soon, Andrew Hurley turns towards Declan, and they stare at each other for a minute, building tension. With all signs of warfare, the two men casually smirk, turn towards a fallen Chris Carson and begin to pound the life out of him, double-teaming him!
This 2-on-1 soon becomes a 3-on-1, as Jay also runs down, joining in the beatdown! Soon enough, Declan Turner, Jay and Andrew Hurley are all triple-teaming Chris Carson, who remains alone and defenseless in the ring...
Until Stevie Swing arrives!
Running down, Stevie Swing tries to even the odds, as she slides inside, instantly attacking both Declan and Jay from behind, wanting to end this madness. However, her efforts remain far-too-little, as the numbers still don't add up, resulting in Andrew Hurley clocking her from behind with a harsh punch to the neck!
As she falls to her knees, he begins stomping the life out of her, being joined by Jay, who tries kicking the life out of Stevie, as well. Declan is about to join in on the attack; but as he hovers around, a barely conscious Chris Carson double-leg sweeps him, trying to beat him down!
Becoming aware of this matter, both Andrew Hurley and Jay turn their attention back to Chris Carson, grabbing him by the head and peeling him off Declan Turner. They again begin to batter Chris Carson, even giving in some kicks to Stevie Swing, who receives a knee to the back of her head from Declan Turner!
As the beatdown continues and all hope almost feels lost, the fans look toward the entranceway, where they catch a glimpse of Morgana rushing down from the backstage area, with a friend in hand. That friend being the lethal steel chair.
Sliding inside, Morgana jabs the chair into Declan's gut, hunching him over, allowing her to swiftly strike his back with the chair. She turns around, views Andrew Hurley and then smacks the chair across his head, knocking him temporarily out of the ring! Turning once more, she sees Jay, who pounces on her, trying to extract revenge for last week's beating.
However, catching Jay storm at her, out of the corner of her eye, Morgana is able to wheel around and plaster Jay across the head with the steel chair!
Eventually, all members of The Collective fall to the outside, where they try to regroup, leaving only Chris Carson and Morgana standing inside of the ring, with Stevie Swing off to the side. Backing up, Morgana and Chris Carson bump into each other. These two rivals stare each other down, almost as if ready to unload more punishment upon each other.
But they eye something that's much more concerning.
The Collective, trying to regroup and form another attack go to re-enter the ring. This prompts both Morgana and Chris Carson to charge towards their current nemesis -- The Collective. They are joined with Stevie Swing, who also charges towards the group.
As a trio, Stevie, Chris and Morgana jump over the top rope together...
Chris Carson performs a suicide-dive onto Declan Turner!
Stevie Swing jumps onto the top rope and then shooting-star presses herself through the air, landing onto Andrew Hurley!
Morgana leaps over the top rope, twists in mid-air, contorts her body around with a complete 360 revolution and lands atop Jay with a twisting corkscrew plancha to the floor!
The brawl continues out on here, on the floor, with the six of them battling all over London Bridge, with Andrew Hurley soon bloodying Stevie Swing; Morgana and Jay almost heaving each other off the bridge; and Chris Carson and Declan Turner spilling each other's blood into a row of fans.
And to think: there's more of this to come at Over The Top Rope 4.
Winner: Declan Turner
