Event Date: Tuesday, June 24th, 2008
Theme Song: Ignite - "Bullets Included, No Thought Required"
A bunch of angry Greek soccer hooligans stand in fields of this football field, angry about their home country's terrible performance in Euro 2008. This raucous bunch is privy to the arrival of Generic Heel, who comes to the ring, carrying a soccer/football... ball. He throws it into the air, catching it on its way down, even bonking it off the head of several rowdy fans.
Once inside, he kicks the ball into the fans, striking a child in the face with the ball. Entering the corner, he waits for the arrival of his opponent...
GORGEOUS
ANIMAL
SEXY
PRINCE
AREOLAS
ROCKIN'
DIMPLES
"Big Pimpin'" by Jay-Z hits the speakers and a cloud of smoke arrives at the entrance. The Frenchman, complete with his ugly, weird face, walks out from his time machine, amidst a cloud of steam and smoke. Making his way to the ring, he slaps the hands of several fans, giving them high-fives, and then rolls into the ring, where the nefarious Generic Heel strikes with a surprise attack!
Using a boot-to-the-face, Generic Heel catches the newcomer off-guard. Next, he stifles the masked man with a punch to the head, followed by a quick kick-to-the-gut. After whipping Gaspard into the ropes, Generic Heel ducks down... only to have Gaspard stop, blow a kiss to the fans, move around Generic Heel and then pull his pants down to his ankles.
Stumbling around, barely able to stay on his feet, Generic Heel turns around, walking right into a vicious slap across the face from Gaspard, which knocks Generic Heel onto his back. Gaspard delivers a kick, slaps Generic Heel off the face once again and begins barreling towards the ropes.
He bounces off them once...
...twice...
...three times...
...and a fourth...
...Hell, even a fifth...
...until he finally stops, having spun Generic Heel dizzy. From here, Gaspard kicks Generic Heel in the dick and then stunners him! In a scene reminiscient of the last card -- but reversed, Gaspard lays his testicles across Generic Heel's eyes and hooks a leg.
...1...2...3!
Standing up, Gaspard does a victory lap around the ring and holds his hands into the air. Taking way too much time to celebrate, Gaspard is soon confronted by a revived Generic Heel, who gets in his face, wanting to be respected.
Alas, he gets none, as Gaspard nonchalantly brushes him off. In a fit of rage, Generic Heel pushes Gaspard down, gives him the middle finger and then threatens to kill Gaspard's family in the future.
Exiting the ring, Generic Heel walks to the back, getting jeers from the fans. Gaspard, on the other hand, is cheered, as he walks to the back, stepping inside of his house/box/time machine.
Winner: Gaspard
A camera trails the figure of a woman outfitted in a fitted, leather jacket, dark jeans, and boots, her auburn hair bouncing on her stern shoulders as she walks through the backstage area of the soccer stadium. She walks toward the dressing room of Declan Turner to find a bunch of nondescript faces mingling. Without very much discretion, she yanks a handgun from the inside of her jacket and shoots at a trashcan. The minglers quickly freak out and take off running.
She takes a Sharpie out of her pocket and begins to deface the door, writing “Consider this a formal introduction. XOXO” After her message is complete, she spills a bag of tacks in front of Declan’s door, the mess spanning nearly five feet in diameter.
Once she’s done with her bit of terrorism, she takes off running—presumably to terrorize more SIN superstars.
When the cameras come back, the image of Augustus Cross and Andrew Hurley is shown on the screen, with Mike Phantasy about to make his entrance.
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 the fog to a jeering crowd, holding a microphone in his hand. Slowly, he makes his way to the ringside area, where Augustus and Hurley watch him slide inside.
Stepping up, Mike Phantasy begins to speak, all while staring down his two opponents.
Mike Phantasy: A match again... you two? To hell with this. I want that fat Booger.
A random ovation is made.
Mike Phantasy: But that stinky, rotten, no-good Corey Page has said no. I don't even get to fight Booger at Vanity, either. Instead, that shitty Corey Page tells me that I have to fight a mystery opponent. Yeah, can you believe that?!
Andrew Hurley and Augustus Cross seem impatient with Mike Phantasy, who continues to bellow out some more words of discouragement.
Mike Phantasy: So, you know what? Considering I'm not getting the match I want, then I'm not wrestling tonight. So, I bid you ugly Greeks "Adieu!"
Tossing the microphone to the canvas, Mike Phantasy exits the ring, much to the chagrin of the audience. Walking to the back, he flips the middle finger to Andrew Hurley, Augustus Cross and to the fans, as well. Not knowing what else to do, the camera feed cuts out, moving on to the next segment.
Winner: n/a
The camera catches a glimpse of the female terrorist from earlier. She’s quickly stepping away from the dressing room door of Morgana. Her dark sunglasses and hair contoured around her face obscure her identity as she begins to run.
The camera turns toward Morgana’s door and—...
Cameraman: SHIT!
There is a live snake hanging from a harness just a few inches in front of Morgana’s door. The cameraman quickly turns to catch up with the terrorist, but she’s gone.
A series of burps and farts play on the speaker system and Booger comes walking out, eating a taco, a ham sandwich and a slice of pizza. As he gets to the ringside area, he drops the foot, attempts to roll inside, gets stuck, and decides to walk up the ring steps, instead. He then cautiously steps into the ring and waits for his match to start.
The hard opening of "Whisper" by Evanescence plays overhead as the lights fade out with just a few hues of gold and red peircing through.
The lights flash to the song's beat, while a hooded and masked figure, Devon D'Andre, steps out to the stage, His arms outstretched, two figners pointed outwards, the rest inward, he lets his head fall back, the hood coming off, revealing the top half of his face.
Making his way down the aisle, he ignores the fans to both sides of him, until he reaches the ringside area. Turning to his left, he walks to the corner of the two barricades and steps up on to a chair, placing one foot up on the railing, as he stares out over the crowd, his eyes cold and dead.
Reaching up to the ropes, he hops up to a knee on the apron, holding the middle rope as he looks out over everyone. Standing up, he slips into the ring.
As he stands up, he slips the jacket off and removes the mask from his face, tossing each to the outside as the song fades out the lights slowly come back up.
The lights go dim and "I love the Cocaine" by Buckcherry plays. Roxy Erikson does a cartwheel to the middle of the stage and throws her arms into the air, showing off a sparkling silver bikini, with knee-high matching silver boots. Her blonde hair is loose and wild, showing lack of care.
She gets down to one knee and again throws her arms into the air, posing for all the fans as the giant screen behind her Flashes in huge letters.
Roxy stands and begins dancing her way down the ramp, giving them high-fives and kisses on the cheek. She even does a running slide into the ringm under the bottom rope, and on her belly.
Once inside, she stands up and poses on the second rope of the corner post of the ring before moving to the opposite corner. She jumps down, blows the crowd a kiss and waits for her 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.
Casanova and Devon both enter into the ring, wringing their hands in expectation of the beatdown they'll give on another. The ref rings the bell and is nearly knocked over as Devon suprises the entire arena and runs directly at Casanova and leaps!
The men crash to the mat, as Devon mounts Casanova and unloads a flurry of punches. However, Casanova shifts his weight and rolls on top of Devon, striking him several times in the face before standing up and laying boots into Devon's ribs. Dragging Devon over to the nearest corner turnbuckle, he stomps against Devon's chest repeatedly. Trying to reach for a tag,
Meanwhile, Booger is completely oblivious as he has food delievered to him at ringside.
Casanova backs off, smiling, gesturing to him and looking at the crowd. As he turns back, Devon slowly gets up, with Casanova reaching to pull him into a headlock. With Booger spilling spaghetti and live piglets from a feedbag, the ref turns and motions for Booger to take it off the ring apron, completely distracting the referee.
Shockingly, Devon drops to his knees and nails Casanova with a lowblow, a move which no man, child or vampire can withstand! Devon then wraps his arms around Cas's head and flips him backwards with a monsterous Northern Lights Suplex!
He holds the move, while the referee counts...
...1...2...
Casanova kicks out with authority and gets up before Devon, grappling him and tossing him towards the ropes!
On the comeback, Casanova turns his back and jumps, crushing Devon's head with a fluid one-arm falling-neckbreaker! Secodly, he stands up and dusts himself off, looking at Roxy and then back at Devon. Smirking, he walks to Roxy and tags her in; but the real threat comes from Devon, who feigns the sudden distraction and hits Roxy in the center of the ring with a huge spear!
Devon covers, even calling for the referee to make the count!
...1...2...
Thr-!
No!
Casanova dives in and breaks up the count at the last second!
Despite this, Booger remains on the apron, bouncing contently, eating a pan full of lasagna covered with horse-radish and anchovies. Devon then stands, pushes off Casanova and lifts Roxy up with him. He whips her into the nearest corner, giving her whiplash, and then proceeds to lay a dozen heavy forearms to her chest.
As he winds up, preparing to strike her sore chest, Devon is quickly surprised with an eye-rake from Roxy, making him stumble away from her. Taking heed, Roxy climbs to the second turnbuckle, leaps off and nails him with the Roxy Ride!
She makes an immediate cover!
...1...2...
...
At approximately the accurate time, Devon places his right foot on the bottom rope, thus halting the count!
The ref waves his arms and points to Devon's leg, which is resting on the ropes! Furiously ripping Devon up to a standing base, pulling on his hair to make him rise, and then yanks him into his own corner. Devon inadvertently tags Booger in, with a look of disgust and horror filling Roxy's eyes, as Booger falls over the ropes and charges at her.
Thinking quickly, she slides beneath him, trying to scurry away; but instead ends up clipping one of his legs, bringing him down right on top of her!
Booger remains on top of her, getting an attempted pinfall...
...1...2...
...
And Casanova lunges through the air, again, landing a brutal dropkick to Booger's face, which sends the fat man rolling like a boulder off of Roxy!
Mortified, Roxy spits and gasps for air, as Booger uses the ropes to try and stand up. She runs after him with a high knee, catching him in the man-tits. This move seems to have no effect, as he simply smiles at her, smirking as she punches him. The blows roll off of him, rippling his flesh and making him giggle.
Alternatively, Booger wraps his arms around her, lifts her up and begins to dislocate his jaw like an Anaconda, trying to swallow her whole! Just as he is about to lower Roxy into his jowls, Devon slaps Booger in the back of his head and taps himself in!
Booger is irate, confused... and fucking starving!
He shoves Devon!
Devon shoves back!
There's a war between the two, as Roxy scurries away and slaps Casanova's hand, tagging him i... and trying to wipe Booger's scent off her skin.
Hopping inside, Casanova runs right towards Booger, superkicking the fat bastard over the top rope and into the front row where he instantly kills a visiting group of immobile children from the Special Olympics!
Left alone, Devon and Casanova fight back and forth, trading kicks and punches, neither one of them every truly obtaining the upper-hand until Roxy reaches into the ring and pulls the ref by the arm, swinging him around. The referee admonishes Roxy not to interfere... only to have Devon use this moment to kick Casanova between the legs, double-underhook his arms and then take a page out of Casanova's own book, hitting a double-underhook piledriver!
Both men, completely spent, are trying to get back to their feet. Booger, meanwhile, is feebly trying to sit up; but instead, rolls back towards the ring, leaving destruction and skidmarks in his wake.
On the other hand, Roxy hops up and down on the apron, screaming at Cas to get to his feet!
Finally, the two men are back up and fighting -- this time with a renewed vigor! Devon bounds himself off the ropes and finds himself tagged out by Booger, who clamors over the ropes, soaked in blood and fail. As Booger swings out with his arm, Casanova grabs it and raises his leg as he falls back!
He hits the Destiny Calling!
Thee blob collapses in one corner of the ring from his gigantic fall. This allows Devon to reach over the ropes and tag himself back in.
Right away, Devon gives Casanova a huge and unexpected clothesline! He then clutches his own ribs and begins stomping away at Casanova!
Turning back to Booger, who is somewhat dazed, Devon goes to tag him back in. Instead, he is met with a dizzy Booger throwing his arms up and walking to the back, giving up on this match. Devon snarls at his opponent for Vanity, who walks away from the ringside, letting Devon fight on his own.
Shrugging off Booger, Devon turns his attention back to Casanova... only to be struck with a running big-boot! This move staggers Devon D'Andre back, resulting in him bouncing off the ropes and returning with a big boot of his own... but Casanova ducks the shot!
Swinging around, Casanova kicks Devon in the gut and then hits him with a double-underhook piledriver! Soon, Casanova yells out to Roxy Erikson, who climbs to the top rope, while he places Devon on his shoulder -- in an electric chair position. Diving off the top rope, Roxy catches an elevated Devon with a reverse-bulldog, sending him slamming back into the canvas, while Casanova rolls onto him!
Devon's leg is hooked by the current Television champ...
...1...2...
...
...3!
With Booger walking out on him, Devon D'Andre winds up getting his first Sin Wrestling defeat; all at the hands of Casanova and Roxy Erikson, Vamps & Tramps!
Obviously disappointed, an angered Devon D'Andre rolls out of the ring, slaps the canvas and stomps to the back. Roxy is the next to return to the back, leaving Casanova to soak in the applause from the fans, even holding his Television Title high in the air.
That is until...
Winner: Casanova/Roxy Erikson
The cameras switch to the back...
Zimdela is shown stomping on a stagehand. In the meantime, Casanova, who is still in the ring, intensely watches the screen, as Zimdela continues his violent stomping. In the midst of all this, the stagehand can audibly be heard screaming for help and asking for Zimdela to stop.
After a few more kicks to the back of the head, Zimdela picks the stage hand up and throws him headfirst ito a wall, causing him to slump down, holding the side of his head. Zimdela turns towards the camera and wickedly smiles.
Zimdela Brudon: Hey, Casanova... don’t worry, I don’t plan on laying a finger on you tonight. The foreplay and dirty talk have all been done, Cas. All that’s left is the dirty rough stuff; oh yeah. You might be wondering why the fuck I’m beating up this stagehand; and to be honest, there isn’t any reason.
Jeers pour in.
Zimdela Brudon: Does there need to be? That’s how we used to do things, Casanova. We would arrive to an arena, walk in... grab a cameraman and beat the fuck out of him! Not for any reason at all, other than it felt good, it made us hard, we just wanted to. I did want to share with you, on this final occasion, before we have our session together... a little item I’ve kept for a while now.
Zimdela walks off camera for a few seconds. The stage hand that got beaten down is still on the floor, groaning out in agony. He’s on his hands and knees, with blood dripping from the side of his head. Seconds later, Zimdela Brudon comes back into view and stomps on the guy’s nose, smacking his face down into the concrete, breaking it. The guy begins to scream loudly, but Zimdela doesn’t seem to care, as the audience is really booing at this point, horrified of the former World Champ's actions.
Next, Zimdela holds up a badly dented chair for Casanova to see.
Zimdela Brudon: You see this chair? You recognize this chair, don’t you? DON’T YOU?! If not, take a good, long gander... take a good, long look because this dented piece of shit chair... this mangled and battered chair... represents what you once were.
From inside of the ring, Casanova watches on with a snarl across his face.
Zimdela Brudon: This chair is what you used to turn on the Sentinel of Insanity a long time ago. LOOK AT IT! You stabbed your fucking stablemates in the back just cause you thought by doing so, it would get you to the top quicker. And you know what... IT WAS A FUCKING BRILLIANT MOVE! FUCKING BRILLIANT!
The fans in attendance are quite flustered, having no idea how to react.
Zimdela Brudon: I know Aphrodisia bitched about it. I know Draco bitched about it. Hell, I know that I publicly rallied against you for it. However, deep down inside, I got off on it. It made me cream my pants... 'cause a wrestler from the past once said, "Fuck your friends and keep your enemies close!"
With passion in his eyes, Zimdela continues on.
Zimdela Brudon: That way, they can become your friends and you can fuck them, too. Wrestling is a back-stabbing business. Wrestling is a dirty, sleazy business, where only through violence and the ability to fuck all those around you -- friend or foe -- where one can succeed. You’ve forgotten that, haven’t you?! HAVEN’T YOU?!
The rage keeps growing between the two...
Zimdela Brudon: Look at whom you partner with now. You team with Snorty McWhoritan... When you should be taking a ring bell and SMACKING HER UPSIDE HER GOD DAMN HEAD for even thinking... for even believing... for even having the mere notion that she could lick the sweat from your balls! You have allowed the elements of Sin Wrestling to get to you. You have allowed the elements of Sin Wrestling to burn you.. to blow you away, and water you down. WHEN I AM DONE WITH THAT WILL BE NO MORE! I will mold you, I will carve you, when I am done with you, the mediocrity of Sin Wrestling will no longer make you conform to its will . You will mangle and you will twist it to you...
Out of nowhere, Zimdela looks down...
Zimdela Brudon: DID I SAY YOU CAN GET THE FUCK UP?!
The stagehand has somehow gotten on his feet, although he is still groaning and crying. Zimdela, in a fit of violent rage takes the bent-and-dented chair and smashes it into the stagehand’s head. Once again, the stagehand goes down in a heap; but that doesn’t stop Zimdela, who takes the chair and begins to ram it down into the cranium of the stagehand -- over-and-over-and-over!
The crowd is in disarray, booing loudly at the violence they are seeing. Finally, Zimdela breathing hard, throws the chair down into the stagehand’s head. He turns to the camera, moaning into it.
Zimdela Brudon: Oh yeah... oh, fuck yes... that was good... that was damn good, you know it was good, didn’t you, Casanova? Did you get off to that, I know I did. Come Vanity, we'll both get off on each other as we dance a bloody dance... and this facade you’ve become is no more. I’ll leave the chair behind for you, Casanova. I’ll leave this bloody stagehand behind for you. Take a good hard look at both of them... I’ll see you at Vanity... and I promise you... I promise you... I will gave you the ultraviolent makeover that you so desperately need. Heh heh heh...
With Zimdela laughing, the big screen goes to black as the crowd is booing loudly. Left inside of the ring, Casanova shows severe disdain, finally exiting to the back.
Chris Carson comes marching into the arena, pounding the door down with a foot. He looks pretty miffed, smoking on a stogie with a duffel bag in one arm and Chris Jr. in his other arm, the kid picking his nose.
Chris Carson: Don't eat your boogers, son.
Chris Jr.: Why? Mom lets me.
Chris Carson: Well, your mother's not here. In fact, she hasn’t been around for a month. Not even a peep.
Chris Jr.: Is she coming back?
Chris Carson: Hell if I know. She's not a good influence on you. Wouldn't you rather stick with your dad?
Chris Jr. beams a bit more.
Chris Jr.: Uh-huh! I like you! You give me ice cream!
Chris Carson: Damn straight. Remember, Junior; women oughta be givin' you ice cream more often. Demand things from them. Lunch money. Spots on the swing. They'll end up bein' mean to you just like your…
Chris Jr.: Mommy!
Carson frowns to himself, removing his cigar as he sees his ex standing in his way. Chris Jr. is happy as he scrambles from Carson and hugs his mother's leg. Julia doesn't move, still scowling at Carson.
Chris Carson: Jules.
Julia: Carson.
Chris Carson: Took you long enough. What'd you do, sink the entire city of Venice with your lard ass?
Julia makes a mocking laugh as she picks up Chris Jr.
Julia: I'm here for an ultimatum, Carson. You're done with Chris. I'm bringing him back to the United States with me.
Carson looks like he's thinking the options, then…reaches over and picks Chris Jr. out of Julia's arms.
Chris Carson: He’s stayin' with his Dad. I’m headin' back to the US after this. You can wait for him at Logan. He's too much a good-luck charm. Besides, he and I are still bondin'. I need to teach him some more things.
Julia: Not on my watch! You've been teaching him how to misbehave!
Chris Carson: You make it sound like a bad thing. He stays with me this summer. I'm headin' over to Japan for a tour there.
Julia: What? Hell no! If he's staying with you, no more wrestling!
Carson clenches his teeth, biting his cigar in half.
Chris Carson: You gonna make me?!
Julia just smirks to herself as Carson looks ready to hit her, but Junior just hugs his Daddy tight.
Julia:: Oh, I'll make you, Carson. Just you wait.
Julia marches off in a specific direction, while Carson stares her off.
Chris Carson: That was a bit too easy.
Chris Jr. tugs at Carson’s shirt.
Chris Jr.: Daddy, I gotta pee again.
Carson stops in his tracks, then notes the locker room area near him.
Chris Carson: You know what? So do I.
Carson walks into the locker room and closes the door behind him.
All My Life I been searching for something...
Something never comes, never leads to nothing...
Nothing satisfies, but I'm gettin close...
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
The words MADE FOR TV appear on the screen as the lights in the arena slowly began to dim and "All My Life" by the Foo Fighters progresses on. An array of baby blue lasers shoot into various directions, moving about, in time with the rhythm of the music.
As the song drops in, explosions go off, as Sebastian York makes his way to the top of the ramp, rocking out to the music. He hops up and down atop the ramp before bursting into a full sprint towards the ring.
Sliding into the ring, he pops up onto his feet and lifts both of his hands into the air, drawing a huge pop from the crowd as pyro shoots into the air from the each corner. As the pyro display dies down, Sebastian nods to the referee and waits for his match to begin.
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
While York waits in the corner for the bell to ring, Turner mocks York by holding his World Title high, mouthing off a "You'll never get this!". York just smirks to himself and starts to circle the ring as the bell sounds.
The wrestlers tie-up and Turner immediately gets York into a side-headlock. York shoves Turner against the ropes, and whips him out, only to get an immediate spear from the Champ!
Declan immediately goes for the cover...
...1...
However, just as the "1" is counted, Sebastian quickly counters by grabbing Declan's arm and rolling him over into an armbar maneuver. Declan quickly becomes aware of this predicament, resulting in him skittering out of the hold and jumping back to his feet, where he stares down York, who is brimming with confidence.
Another tie-up... and this time, Turner hits a few rising European uppercuts to back York into the corner. He gets a few solid rams to York’s midsection, then jerks York back to the center of the ring. York ducks a solid clothesline, stops on a dime, then nails a spinning heel kick to the back of Turner's head!
Sebastian then rolls atop Declan, looking for a quick-pinfall of his own...
...1...
Declan Turner not only gets his own shoulder up at one, but manages to get his arms around York's neck. He crawls to a standing position, then floors York with a reverse neckbreaker!
A few more stomps to York’s chin, and Turner now does the smirking, getting boos from the riled-up soccer crowd. Turner hoists York up and gets a pair of German suplexes on York, before rolling into another pin...
...1...2...
...but York gets his shoulder up at two!
Dedlan, though; like a python, gets back into trying to separate York's head from his shoulders, again trying to crush him in a sitting headlock.
The crowd, definitely pro-York, gets into the match, and York manages to get to a standing position, hitting a few elbows to Turner's midsection. Getting Turner bent over, he flies to the ropes for a lariat, only to get his own kick to the stomach. Turner pulls York onto his shoulders and plants him with an Emerald Flowsion Driver!
The count is made as Declan rolls over onto Sebastian...!
...1...2...!
Only a two-count, as York fights out of the pin again!
The World Champ, Declan Turner, starts to get a bit restless, rolling to the side. As York stands up dizzily, Turner goes for a superkick to take York's head off, but York ducks the kick and gets his arms about Turner, jarring him to the mat with an exploder suplex!
Quickly moving on top of Declan, Sebastian hooks a leg, looking for the pinfall...
...1...2...
York’s count gets to a close two-and-a-half, when Declan urgently kicks out!
Soon, York has Turner up to his feet, and he starts hammering at the Champ's back. Knocking him into the ropes, Sebastian whips Declan across the ring; and catches him upon the rebound with a quick sidewak-slam!
Again, Sebastian covers the champ, looking for victory in this non-title bout...
...1...2....
But again, Declan kicks out!
After this, York starts to work at lifting up Turner for his "Made for TV" finishing move! Declan is conscious enough to wobble his way to keep pressure on York’s injured neck, striking him with a quick-but-succint elbow to the neck, so York can only hit a fallaway slam on him, leaving both laying in the ring.
The referee starts a ten-count, only to notice someone coming to the ring. Chris Carson seems to have found the best time to make his way to the ring, fist pounding against his open palm. The referee interrupts his count to chide Carson, who acts as if he wasn't doing anything. The distraction allows Declan to get to his feet, as he was playing possum during the ten-count! He palms York's fist as he stamps at the mat, ready to unleash "Blood Money" on York's already weakened state.
...But out of the crowd comes a blur, and while Declan has York bent over in the ring, he turns to the invader.
It's Stevie Swing!
She hits a huge "Last Dance" on Turner's chin, sending him into York. The crowd is suddenly in a frenzy as Turner slumps onto York's shoulders, all while Carson is suddenly enraged, yelling at the referee to disqualify York!
The referee turns to the action, only to see an unconscious Turner on York's shoulders, while Stevie hides behind the apron. York swings Turner around for his "Made for TV" neckbreaker! Here's the count…
...1...2...
The crowd is going wild, as the referee goes to slap his hand down for a third time...
...3...!
Once the referee's hand strikes for the third consecutive time, a shockwave soars throughout the crowd, who launches to their feet, glad to see the upset of Declan Turner at the hands of Sebastian York!
Afterwards, York slumps against the ropes, arm raised by the referee. In the meantime, on the floor, Chris Carson can't believe his eyes as Stevie dashes through the crowd again, leaving "The Creep" to pound his foot against the ramp in anger. He shoots cusses at York while he walks back up the ramp.
As York celebrates outside the ring, Turner comes to, noting he'd been defeated more by Stevie’s kick than York's skill. He shouts his own obscenities at Stevie, while the Swinger celebrates with the crowd.
Winner: Sebastian York
Chris Carson oohs to himself, standing in front of an open locker with his legs apart a little, facing away from the camera. Chris Jr. just watches with wide eyes as we hear the sound of...water. Gushing water.
Chris Jr.: Wow!
Chris Carson: How about that? Your old man can do it with no hands. Watch.
Carson puts his hands behind his head and continues to urinate in the open locker, making it look easy.
Chris Jr.: How do you do that?
Chris Carson: Just think of it as a big open-air toilet, son. And let it flooooow.
Carson gives a few more hard spurts, jiggles his junk with a hop, then zips up his jeans, turning back to his son.
Chris Carson: Now you give it a shot.
Carson steps away and the camera pans down to...a shot of Sebastian York's wrestling tights. Soaked. Looks like Carson's had a few beers.
Chris Carson: Remember. Just relax and let it floooow.
Chris Jr. beams and stands where his dad was standing. Soon, his shorts are down and he's facing away from the camera. Carson grins to himself as he hears the sound of...urine hitting fabric.
Chris Carson: Like father, like son.
Fade out.
The camera spies our superstar terrorist as she’s coming out of the women’s restroom, her disguise still in place and a paper bag in her hand. She slaps the paper bag onto the floor in front Stevie Swing’s dressing room and by the sound of the wet thud, one can guess what’s inside.
The woman takes a lighter out of her jacket and ignites the bag of shit. She bangs heavily on Stevie’s door three times before fleeing. This time, the cameraman chases her, following her out to the parking lot where she hops into a Mustang and peels off.
As she leaves, the camera catches a glimpse of her license plate, which reads, “5IVE”.
After this, Stevie Swing's door pops open, showing her half-naked, Jewish figure. Looking down, Stevie sees the flaming bag of shit, shrugs her shoulders and responds to it.
Stevie Swing: Goddamnit, Chris Staggs, I know you're "Super Ref"! Leave me alone, you goddamn stalker!
With that, she slams the door shut, leaving the flaming pile of shit smoldering outside of her door.
"ABC" by The Jackson 5 blares, as Chris Staggs appears doing "the running man" as Mr. Feeney appears beside him. Chris Staggs breaks into the Macarena as Mr. Feeney pushes him forward to the ring. He stops at a fan near the ring, grabs some popcorn from his tub and finally makes it into the ring, where he begins to do the "tootsie roll".
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.
The bell rings and the match starts with Morgana and Chris Staggs stepping toward each other, with Staggs instantly applying a wristlock. In response to this quick armlock, Morgana sprints towards the ropes and back-handsprings off them, enabling her to escape from Chris Staggs's clutches, freeing herself.
She charges right back at him, only to have him sweep her off her feet with a kick to the back of her legs. Fortunately for her, she springs immediately back up, runs at Chris and has herself tossed into the air with an attempted fallaway slam. However, on her way down, she wraps both legs around his waist with a body-scissors and rolls him up into a modified Victory Roll.
Seeing this, the referee counts...
...1...2...
Chris Staggs is almost caught off-guard, but he finds it within himself to kickout!
Both opponents immediately kick-up, with Chris Staggs reaching in, grabbing Morgy's left leg and sweeping her off her feet, for the second time in the match. Right away, he goes to drop an elbow, but Morgy rolls out of the way, resulting in Chris landing on the canvas.
Jumping up, she ducks beneath an attempted clothesline from Chris, who also pops up. Deciding to charge forward, she uses the middle rope to springboard back, bringing Staggs down with an armdrag as she flies back. Again, they both hop upward, with Morgana then connecting with a dropkick-moonsault combo!
Knocking Staggs back into the ropes, Morgy immediately jumps back up, believing he's the "Super Ref", the same person that cost her the match against Stevie Swing at the last Eternity. Kicking him in the stomach, she gives him one swift chop across the chest and goes to whip him across the ropes. However, at the last second, Chris Staggs reverses the whip, thus sending Morgy into the ropes.
On her way back, she is again thrown into the air. This time, however; she places both feet on his shoulders, pushes herself off and then kicks him in the back of the head with her feet. Landing behind him, she lands on both of her feet, turns around and then jumps onto his shoulders. In a matter of seconds, Morgana swings around and then delivers a spinning-hurricanrana, rolling him up into a pinning predicament!
As usual, the referee counts...
...1...2...
Yet again, Chris Staggs kicks out, just in the nick of time.
Once more, both of them rise, with Chris Staggs responding with an STO to Morgana, bringing her down before she can strike. After hitting a dancing-legdrop, Chris Staggs applies a rear-naked chokehold, even jabbing his knees into Morgana's spine, knowing about her worn-down back.
Slowly, Morgana rises, having the crowd cheer her on, egging her up to a standing position. Striking Staggs in the gut with some elbows, she is able to slip between his arm and body, freeing herself from him. She then proceeds to slip and slide between his legs, rolls over and then uses both feet to mule-kick him in the rear-end.
This shot sends him forward, allowing her to kick-up and hurricanrana Staggs, without using her arms to push herself up! This causes Staggs to roll through and rise to his feet, only to have Morgana bounce off the ropes, tilt-a-whirl spin around him; only to then swing out and deliver a Tornado DDT onto him!
Having driven Chris Staggs headfirst into the canvas, Morgy immediately springs up, kicks Staggs, rolls him onto his back and then moves into the corner. She slingshots herself up to the top rope, where she hits The Morgasm!
Laying across Chris Staggs, she hooks a leg...
...1...2...
...
...3!
Victorious, Morgana stands to her feet, proud of her victory. Right away, the referee lifts her right arm into the air, signalling her as the winner, getting a loud ovation from the fans. With this victory in her pocket, this gives her perfect momentum going into the Vanity main event, where she will square off against Declan Turner and Stevie Swing.
Winner: Morgana
The scene opens on the soccer/football field, where several audience members are kicking a ball back-and-forth to each other. In between these raving fans is perennial fan-favourite, Sebastian York, who is fresh off his match against Declan Turner, watching them volley the ball around. To his side is Sin Wrestling announcer, Ace Rodgers, who, as usual, is poking a microphone in someone's face.
Ace Rodgers: Sebastian, may I have a quick word with you before tonight's main event?
Sebastian shrugs his shoulders and nods.
Sebastian York: You may as well.
Ace Rodgers: Sweet chicken! Well, "The Creep" is in tonight's main event; but you'll also be facing him at the next event -- Vanity. Thanks to your victory over him last week, not only will he be defending his Impulse Title, but he's also being forced to dress like a baby!
Sebastian York: Surprise, surprise. He is a big baby, anyhow.
Ace Rodgers: Well...
Sebastian York: In fact, I'd like to add a little more stipulations to this match. If I win, how 'bout he finally retires for good? Wouldn't that be something? To take the title away from him and send him packing once and for all, something no one else could do.
Ace Rodgers: Hmm... good point.
Sebastian York: Hell, if he wins, he can even send that bastard son of his back to America with his mum.
Ace Rodgers: She is such a bitch, you know.
Sebastian York: Who can blame her -- look who she has to deal with! Did he roofie her or something?
Ace Rodgers: Hmmm...
At that very second, a kid kicks Ace Rodgers in the face with the ball.
Ace Rodgers: Jinkies!
And with that, the scene fades out.
Cut to the backstage area, where someone in a dark blue hoody and blue jeans attacking Tony Millennia, who is on the ground now, in pain. The man continues to lay in kick-after-kick to the rib, before picking him up and locking in a double arm position, before wrapping a leg around one of his to sweep him down for a DDT. Looking down at Tony, in disgust, the person crouches down and grabs him to try to make him look him in the eyes. Of course, with Tony half-conscious, it's perfectly understandable why he isn't...
Man: I want you to listen to me, Tony. What I just did to you is only a fraction of what I think I owe you. In my opinion, you deserve even more than this, but there's a time and a place. Soon, Tony. Soon, I'll finish what I started...and there is nothing you can do about it.
The man drops Tony and gets up, only looking back once at Tony before shaking his head and walking off. Suddenly, he stops, turns his head, and he removes the hood from his head revealing a face familiar to some, unfamiliar to others.
The face of Jonathan Collins, an old face from New Era Wrestling.
Jonathan Collins: On second thought, Tony, I'll finish it at the pay per view. Pick your ass up off the ground and be there. I'd hate to have finished this that quickly.
Security comes to gather around Tony, checking on him, and Collins holds up his hands defensively, assuring them he won't do anything else.
Fresh off defeating Chris Staggs in the previous matchup, Morgana marches to the back of the soccer/football field, where she notices Corey Page kicking around a ball with various Sin Wrestling members. She passes by Ace Rodgers, who is holding his nose, blood dripping down from it, stopping only when she comes across Corey Page, who is playing the role of a goalie.
Morgana: Mmph.
Corey stops a ball kicked from the foot of Mike Phantasy.
Mike Phantasy: So, tell me... who am I facing at Vanity? If it's not Booger, then who?
Corey Page: Well... you know this person quite well.
Corey drops the ball and kick-rolls it back to Mike, who grimaces in pain, still feeling the damage in his ribs, thanks to Booger splashing him.
Mike Phantasy: Who?
Spying Morgana moving next to him, Corey waves, soon noticing something wrong with her.
Corey Page: Hi Morgy, what's wrong?
Mike Phantasy kicks the ball...
Mike Phantasy: Who do I face at the pay per view?!
Corey uses both hands to stop it.
Corey Page: It's a she...
Morgana pipes in.
Morgana: It's nothing much. It's the entire Stevie Swing situation. Then we have Declan Turner making things worse. Oh, by the way, did you hang a snake on my locker-room door?
As he drops the ball to his foot, Corey smirks, looks at Mike Phantasy and then kick-rolls it back to him. Overhearing the conversation, Mike thinks out loud.
Mike Phantasy: ...wait... a snake...
Corey, in the meantime, focuses on Morgana.
Corey Page: It wasn't me. Oh, and did you hear... Mats Sundin's rights have been given to Montreal. He could be a Canadien!
Pale-faced and all, Morgana throws her arms into the air and shouts.
Morgana: WHAT THE FUCK WHY!
Corey Page: Don't cunt yourself into peaches. :(
Morgana: My body is broken down... the Leafs are fucking retarded... Stevie Swing keeps kicking me in the head... Declan Turner is a giant cunt... and a snake almost bit me! Things are terrible.
Just then, Gaspard runs by, wearing no shirt and tight. light green shorts.
Gaspard: Bonjour, bonjour! How do I play? En la future, we call this game "fagball", mon amis!
Blankly, Corey stares at him.
Corey Page: Who the fuck are you?
...while Morgy stares at him, with lust in her eyes.
Morgana: Where have you been all my life?
Gaspard cheerfully replies.
Gaspard: I am cum from la future!
Morgana: My God, you're hot.
Gaspard chuckles like a horny Frenchman.
Gaspard: Uhhuhuhuh.
Out of nowhere, Generic Heel charges in, attempting to strike Gaspard in the face with a soccer cleat. Seeing this, Morgana pulls Gaspard out of the way, which results in Generic Heel tripping and flying bottoms-up onto the soccer field.
Morgana: Don't you dare hurt this man's pretty face!
Corey Page: But it looks like he had a stroke!
Mike Phantasy: ...a snake...
Gaspard: Hey... non... I am tres sensitive about that!
Morgana: Yeah, you prick. He's tres sensitive about that! You come with me, Gaspard, it'll be okay.
Gaspard: Oui, oui, oui!
Morgana latches onto Gaspard's arm and helps him off, but not before Corey Page has a few more words to say to her.
Corey Page: Wait, you're scheduled to appear in the main event, along with Declan!
Pretending not to listen, Morgana grasps Gaspard tightly.
Morgana: Mmm... Gaspards...
Only Mike Phantasy and Corey Page remain.
Mike Phantasy: ...snake... no.... oh, goddamnit, no.
Corey Page: Yup.
Mike Phantasy: But I've never beaten her! I... I...
Corey Page: I'm sorry! But the match has been signed!
Mike Phantasy: But I want that fat bag of shit, Booger! He nearly killed me!
Corey Page: But he's busy with the Ultraviolence Title Finals!
Mike Phantasy: You've got to be kidding me...
THWACK!
As Mike's attention is diverted, another soccer ball flies from behind, striking him in the back of his head!
Mike Phantasy: Ow! What the fuck?!
The ball, having come from Booger's own hands, innocently plops to the ground. Mike turns around and realizes it was Booger that threw it.
Mike Phantasy: Come on, let me face him!
Corey Page: I'm sorry; I can't!
Mike Phantasy: I swear...
Stepping towards Mike, Corey holds him back from attacking the blob known as Booger. The image then fades out, last showing Booger eating a lump of grass and a random Greek football hooligan.
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, then slides slowly into the ring. The lights go completely red, bathing Carson in electric blood, and instead of acknowledging the crowd, Carson merely leans against the ropes to wait for his opponent to enter.
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.
Just as the bell rings, Chris Carson and Stevie Swing circle around each other. Before anything can happen, though; Declan Turner is shown making his way down from the back -- the World Title clung to his right shoulder, taking a spot at the ringside area, with a bottle of water in hand.
Once realizing that Declan is at ringside, no doubt to avenge his earlier loss, Stevie's attention is diverted, enabling "The Creep" to rush towards her. Right away, he delivers a stiff kick to her stomach, hunching her over, allowing him to smack her across the back with his forearm.
Grabbing Stevie by the hair, "The Creep" blasts her face off his knee and then delivers a short-armed clothesline. In no time after that, "The Creep" lifts Stevie back up and forcefully whips her into the corner, where he follows in, striking with a bunch of kicks and stomps.
Pulling her into the center of the ring, Chris Carson hoists her into the air, holding her up into a vertical suplex position. Dropping back, "The Creep" suplexes Stevie into the canvas, stands up and then delivers a wicked kick to her lower-back region. After applying a chinlock, which also has Carson digging his knee her back.
Stevie, looking for an opening, squirms and wiggles her way free, only to then be battered with a quick clothesline from "The Creep", knocking her back down. After delivering a stomp to Stevie's head and back, "The Creep" lifts her up and furiously flings her into the corner, where she smashes with a thud.
Following in, he goes to hit a running-forearm, but Stevie is able to push herself into the air and flow right over a stampeding Chris Carson. As she goes over him, she tucks her legs between his armpits and proceeds to sunset-flip him...
The referee counts...
...1...2...
Nearly caught off-guard, "The Creep" responds in kind with a kick to Stevie's face, escaping his predicament.
Getting back up, wasting no time at all, "The Creep" delivers a running-knee to Stevie's face, as she's about to rise. With a firm grasp of her hair, Chris begins unloading with rapid-fire kneelifts to Stevie's face, making sure she's knocked loopy, giving him the chance to perfectly manhandle her.
Still with her hair in his hands, he repeatedly bashes her face off the top turnbuckle, making her eat the corner. Turning her around, making her face outward, he prepares to slather her with some more back-elbows; each one whipping her head back, much to the joy of Declan Turner, who watches on with glee on the floor.
Striking with one final punch, "The Creep" places her on his right shoulder and then sits her on the top rope. Hitting a timely, stiff uppercut, "The Creep" goes to climb up alongside her, apparently looking for a superplex. Up here, "The Creep" delivers a few more punches, all of which land their target. Just as he goes to suplex her off, though; she holds onto the top rope, disabling the flow of the move.
Instead, Stevie Swing begins hitting with some strikes of her own. These shots dizzy Carson, which allows for Stevie to strike with a harsh forearm, knocking him off the top turnbuckle -- dropping him crotch-first onto the top rope!
With a look of anguish on his face, "The Creep" holds his groind, while hanging in place, trying to set himself straight. Unfortunately, his time for recovery is cut-short. Stevie flies off the top rope, connecting with a flying-dropkick to Chris Carson's chest, knocking him clearly off the top rope, sending him crashing all the way to the floor!
Taken aback, Chris crashes hard, trying hard to recover, but to no avail. Just as he goes to stand, he turns around... only to see Stevie Swing bolt towards him. Charging ahead and sliding front-first, as if she were sliding into second base, Stevie slides toward "The Creep", latches onto him with a front-facelock and then brings him down with a Tornado DDT onto the floor!
Just as she lands the move, Declan Turner moves in, only to have Morgana make her way down, much to the delight of the crowd, making sure to stand in Stevie's corner. Upon realizing this, Declan goes to the other side of the ring, staying away from Morgy, who stares deliberately at him from the other side.
With the fans going crazy; and with Morgy and Declan making an appearance at the ringside area, Stevie Swing lifts Chris Carson back up, trying to whip him into the ring railing that had been set-up. Unfortunately, at the last second, "The Creep" swings momentum into his favour, thus sending her hard into the steel railing! As she hits, she stumbles out, holding her lower back, only to then have Chris move in, looking to suplex her.
Lifting her back up into a suplex position, Stevie wisely sneaks out of the way, landing on her feet behind "The Creep". Using all of her strength and muscles, she pushes him aside, narrowly missing the ring post. Instead, he traverses towards the railing and ring announcer, only to toss him out of the way and grab his chair.
With a look of angst in his eyes, Chris Carson whips around, holding the chair in his hands, looking to belt Stevie across the head with it...
...but she ducks and goes behind him...
He turns around, still with chair in hand...
...and then throws it at her!
...but she catches it!
Alternatively, she opens the chair, sits it down and then ducks beneath an attempted punch from "The Creep". Using the chair as a stepping-stone, she soars through the air, somersaults and catches him on her waydown with a somersault-neckbreaker on the floor!
Standing back up, Stevie kicks Carson in the ribs, forces him into a kneeling position and soon sits him on the chair. Making sure he stays there, she swats him with several punches to the skull, even striking with some elbows to his temple.
Sliding back into the ring, Stevie keenly eyes Declan Turner, who remains motionless, still aware of Morgana on the other side of the ring. Nevertheless, Stevie shuttles off the furthest set of ropes and springs back at full-speed. Somersaulting over the top rope, she tope-con-hilos to the floor, landing atop Chris Carson, smashing them both through the chair that "The Creep" had been situated on!
Both Morgy and Declan look on, shocked and applauding what they have just bared witness to. Slowly, Stevie Swing rises, rolls inside and waits for "The Creep" to climb inside with her. From a kneeling position, she holds her back, watching as Chris stalls, getting into the ring just before the referee can count him out.
When they're both inside, Stevie Swing and Chris Carson sluggishly step toward each other, with Stevie looking to keep the upperhand. Sadly, his attempt is thwarted by "The Creep", who responds with a drilling right-hand to Stevie's cheek, knocking her back.
After kicking Stevie in the gut, he grabs her by the neck, slowly and deliberately turns her around, going back-to-back with her. As he goes to pretend to smoke a cigar, he is suddenly caught unfocused, as Stevie swings -- pun intended -- both herself and "The Creep" around, dropping him with a swinging-neckbreaker of her own!
Crawling atop "The Creep", she goes for the count...
...1...2...
However, at the last second, Declan Turner reaches in, grabs onto Chris Carson's foot and places it on the bottom rope, smirking wildly as he does so.
The fans send a loud amount of cheers raining down onto Declan, who steps back, trying to look innocent, while Stevie perches up, glaring hatefully down at him.
Unfortauntely for her, "The Creep" uses this time to roll her up from behind with a schoolboy...
...1...2...
...including a handful of tights...
...
Stevie kicks out, saving herself just at the right time!
With the fans on their feet, firmly behind Stevie Swing, they watch as she rises and tries to connect with a standing-enziguiri onto "The Creep"... only to miss it, all because of Chris ducking down.
Aspiring to take advantage of this, Chris, in one swift motion goes for his patented "C.C. Crash". However, Stevie instantly jumps up, rolls through with the move and lands on her own feet, standing before Chris. In spite of this, he charges at her, wanting to grab ahold of her... only to run right into "The Last Dance" superkick!
Chris Carson's head snaps back and his legs buckle beneath him, while Stevie collapses onto him, hooking a leg...
...1...
Declan gets on the apron and goes to enter...
...2...
Declan lunges through the air, connecting with a leaping kneedrop across the back of Stevie Swing's skull! As a result, the referee calls for the bell, disqualifying "The Creep" and giving the victory to Stevie Swing!
Just as Declan strikes Stevie Swing, Morgana rolls into the ring, instantly attacking him! In the midst of all this, Chris Carson rolls out to the floor... where he soon meets Sebastian York, who charges out from the back, beginning to brawl with him!
Chris and Sebastian happen to fall over the ringside barricade, where they continue fighting in the audience, while Declan, Morgy and Stevie remain in the ring.
With Morgana punching and striking at him, Declan cowers, but is soon able to push her back. They go face-to-face, with the fans letting out a loud, thunderous cheer... only to have Stevie Swing stand behind Declan, ready to strike with The Last Dance. She goes to deliver it... but Declan realizes this and ducks to the side...!
...almost striking Morgana in the face with another "Last Dance" superkick; but stopping, just in the nick of time. Morgy, who had temporarily froze up, happily steps towards Declan; and with some assistance from Stevie Swing, hits him with the Fata Morgana!
And that's how the night ends -- with Declan Turner laid out on the canvas, still with the World Title strapped around his waist, with Morgana and Stevie Swing standing over him. Is it foreshadowing; will he walk out of Vanity with the World Title? Or will either Stevie Swing or Morgana walk away as the new champion; along with 1 million dollars?
There's only one way to find out...
Same bat time...
Same bat channel...
...
Shut the fuck up.
Fade out.
Winner: Stevie Swing [via DQ]