Event Date: Sunday, October 12th, 2008
Theme Song: Strung Out - "Bring Out Your Dead"
The 37th edition of Eternity begins outside of the church that tonight's event is set to take place. Corey Page is standing next to a priest and they seem to be arguing about finances. As the camera zooms closer, the microphone picks up the words being discussed.
Corey Page: Please accept the money.
Priest: Are you kidding?! The cheque bounced! You're lucky I'm even letting people inside this holy estate. You promised good, clean, loving fun, right? No blood... no swearing... no bad stuff?
Corey remains silent.
Corey Page: ...The cheque bounced?
Priest: Errr... yes.
Corey Page: Oh Jesus God, this is awful.
Priest: Don't use the lord's name in vain!
Corey Page: Fuck. Sorry, man.
Priest: That's bett-- hey, no.
Corey turns to the priest, grabs him by the collar, almost crying to him.
Corey Page: Please let this event go ahead. Do it. Do it for the kids. Please do it for the children!
Priest: Well... if it's for children... I'll do it!
Corey Page: Praise Jesus! It's a miracle!
Priest: But I still want my money.
Corey Page: Uh... yeah... sure!
Corey Page opens the church's door and steps aside.
Priest: He better have that money.
Not bloody likely.
"Bang Your Head" by Dope Stars Inc. begins to play and the lights fade as dizzying white spotlights begin to swirl around the audience. Jay James walks out from the back, wearing a pair of electric blue daisy dukes and a matching halter top; white winged tipped boots, and white fingerless arm-bands finish off the look. She jogs down the ramp, kind of ignoring the crowd, and slides underneath the ropes. She then proceeds to her respective corner and holds her arms in the air.
Making her return to Sin Wrestling, after vacationing for several weeks, Jay looks across the ring at the newcomer, Zero, while holding her nose in the air, in regard to the girl on the floor. When the bell rings, Zero walks up to her, wording some Spanish words to her, prompting Jay to deliver a quick-knee to the stomach of Zero. After this, Jay strikes with an uppercut to the lucha-libra star, knocking him into the ropes, only to follow up with a kick to the kidneys.
Chopping Zero across his neck, Jay goes to Irish-whip him across the ring and into the ropes, which she successfully performs. Unfortunately for her, as she ducks down for a backdrop, Zero is able to go back-to-back over her with a backflip of his own. On top of that, he leaps into the air and connects with a dropkick into the back of Jay's skull, sending her sprawling towards the ropes, where she lands on the middle rope.
Charging ahead, Zero quickly goes for a swinging-kick between the top and middle rope, but Jay evades the attack by immediately standing up and stepping aside. This results in Zero standing on his feet on the outer portion of the apron and then using the top rope to springboard himself back in, rolling through a landing inside of the ring.
Seeing Zero pop back up, Jay goes to strike with a clothesline -- only to have him duck the attack. Proceeding forward, Zero charges towards the ropes, leaps onto the middle rope and springs back, catching Jay on the rebound with an armdrag-takedown!
She pops back up...
...Zero connects with a dropkick to her face! She falls out of the ring, landing on the side of the apron. Watching as she rises, he darts forward, jumps onto the middle rope and springboards back yet again, connecting with a back-springboard dropkick to Jay, knocking her completely off the apron!
Taking this time, Zero immediately pops back to his feet and springs onto the top rope, watching as Jay stumbles to her feet. Lying in wait, he waits for her to turn around; and when she does, he jumps off, looking for a flying plancha to the floor... only for Jay to step aside... and then have Zero transfer it into a flying-armdrag!
Giving the referee little time to perform his count, Zero stands up, lifting Jay up with him and rolls her inside the ring. Jumping onto the apron, he traverses up the turnbuckle pads, once again waiting for Jay to face him. However, before anything can happen, Jay backs into the corner, nails Zero's right leg with an elbow and crotches him on the top turnbuckle pad!
Jay climbs onto the middle turnbuckle, where she hammers him with some elbows to the temple. Up here, she tries to superplex him, but he keeps a firm grip of the top rope, opting to reverse things via a simple knee-to-the-face! This shot staggers Jay, who hunches over, allowing for Zero to sunset-flip over her, hoping to hit a sunset-flip powerbomb... but alas, she also hangs on.
Wrapping both hands around the ropes, she refuses to let go and get powerbombed to the canvas. Instead, she pushes herself into the air and comes crashing down with a double-stomp onto Zero's chest, knocking the wind out of him!
From here, she crawls atop him, even hooking a leg, looking for a pinfall...
...1...
However, Zero kicks out at the count of two!
Lifting Zero up, she chops him into the corner and then headbutts him twice. She goes to Irish-whip into the opposite corner, but as Zero arrives, he props himself into the air, doing a headstand on the top turnbuckle pad!
Angered, Jay charges in at him... only to run directly into a mule-kick to the face! Pushing himself back up, with Jay laying parallel to the corner, he swings his legs to the side and nails a split-legged moonsault onto her!
He goes for the count...!
...1...
...only to quickly stop it, for some reason!
Instead, he stands up, kicks Jay in the stomach and lays her across from the turnbuckle pads. Propping himself to the top turnbuckle, with his back facing Jay, he leaps off... hitting a 450 degree moonsault -- a move that he calls La Bomba Negra!
Laying his back across her, he hooks her left leg, while the referee starts his count...
...1...2...3!
Victorious, Zero stands to his feet, adjusting the mask on his face. On the outside, the girl that accompanied him to the ringside area begins clapping and cheering, while he exits the ring, leading her to the back.
Jay, on the other hand, is lessed than thrilled with the loss. Holding her stomach/chest, she lets out several coughs, while the referee checks on her condition.
Zero and the mysterious girl pass through the curtain and exit to the back, letting the rest of the night continue.
Winner: Zero
The newcomer, Zero, passes through the curtain, entering the backstage area, with the misterious blonde-haired girl by his side. He seems overjoyed by his victory, as he cockily walks around, pointing at himself in honor, while talking to the girl.
Zero: One down, amigo.
Blonde Woman: Yeah, but where's my mom?
As she snorts out her greedy response, he keeps walking, leading the way.
Zero: Aye, that's not an issue you deal with me, sweet-tits. You know who to go for with that.
Blonde Woman: But you said--...
Zero: I say a lot of things!
Blonde Woman: Hmmph.
Zero: Now let's go get wasted on tequila and whores.
Blonde Woman: I just want my money!
Zero: Stop your whining, it's party time.
Blonde Woman: Party?
Zero: Yes; me, a bottle of wine and some painkillers. Wanna join?
She shrugs her shoulders and the duo officially enters the locker-room area.
Casanova is shown entering the building, with a sick smirk on his face. Flashing his fangs at the camera, he walks through the corridor, paying no attention to the odd flickering lights as he passes. After several more steps, the lights in the church go completely dark, creating a cold, awkward silence.
THWACK!
The sound of wood on bone is heard, followed by the sound of something being dropped to the ground!
The grunting sounds of Casanova are the next things overheard, while the lights slowly flicker on, revealing the statued form of the Virgin Mary in front of Casanova. To his side is a baseball bat, which has apparently been used in this latest attack. Seeing it, he picks the bat up, grimaces and goes from a kneeling position to a standing base.
Casanova: [whispering] The Creep...
Swinging the bat at the statued head of The Virgin Mary, Casanova splinters it into pieces, allowing it to crumble at his feet. Walking away, he leaves the shattered remains behind, thinking it was an attack from Chris Carson, trying to gain revenge for his loss against Generic Heel.
However, was the attack really from "The Creep"? Or is there another at work here?
That's the way we spell success
Cryptic emerges from behind the curtain, cryptically waving to the crowd, while they eat his crypticism up. Cryptic gets into the ring and begins to yell cryptic threats at the crowd and/or his/her opponent.
It's motherfucking Cryptic.
A series of burps and farts play on the speaker system and Booger comes walking out, his eyes squinting, trying to find the way to the ring, unable to see. His nose is long gone, and so is his right ear. Not only that, but he has his arm amputated, meaning he now has only one arm, which he uses to gingerly guide himself down to the ringside area. He's in such hard shape, that he surprisingly doesn't even have any food in his mitten-like hands.
Thanks to some help from officials, Booger is aided to the ringside area, where he rolls inside, almost getting stuck in the bottom rope. Holding his stomach, he tip-toes towards Cryptic, asking for an easy match... except he's really requesting this from the referee, who instead turns Booger towards Cryptic.
Ding... ding... ding!
And with that, the match commences. Right away, Cryptic charges at Booger, trying to shoulderblock him down to the canvas, but to no avail! Booger stands firm, knocking Cryptic onto his back!
Getting right back up, Cryptic bounces off the ropes, attempting another shoulderblock; but the same thing happens. He runs directly into Booger, who knocks him down like a mach truck!
Booger, who is blind and confused, has no fucking idea what's going on. Hoping to latch onto something, he warily wades his lone arm to-and-fro, grabbing nothing but air. Alternatively, Cryptic keeps bypassing Booger's grasps, opting to instead pull out a "Stick-It" note and a pen. He scribbles some words onto it and then pats it onto Booger's stump.
"This is what will happen; everyone will see."
With those cryptic words, the man simply known as "Cryptic" begins wailing away at Booger's skull, striking him with some punches. Thinking he has Booger on the brink, Cryptic suddenly applies an armbar to the single arm...
...only to have Booger's strength overpower him, thus sending him flying through the air with a press slam!
Wailing out loud, Cryptic lands with a thud on the canvas. Booger listens in to the cryptic phrases being uttered by his opponent, who is trying to get to his feet, only to have Booger charge in at him like a locomotive! Thanks to this, Cryptic gets crushed in the corner, making him yell out one final cryptic phrase.
"You will never forge-- oomph!"
Actually, Booger doesn't let him finish. Booger scoops him up, powerslams cryptic with one arm, stands back up and then sits down on his face. With his crotch directly in his opponent's face, Booger uses his arm to count along with the referee.
...1...2...3!
The gelatinous blob wins the match, enabling him to rise back to his feet, exit to the outer portion of the ring apron. As he jumps down, he accidentally breaks his leg, which summons every Sin Wrestling official to come out and try to bring him to the back.
Unfortunately, they're unable to do so. They then bring out a forklift, which finally brings him to the back, while Cryptic watches in amazement and disgusting inside the ring.
"When the clock strikes midnight, something bad will happen."
With those words, Cryptic also exits to the back, a defeated and (literally) deflated man.
Winner: Booger
Muzak. It calms the nerves of the savage beast. For Chris Carson, though, it's probably bugging the hell out of him, drilling wordless Abba songs into his head as he waits for the elevator to move.
Chris Carson: Whatever fucker invented this stuff needs to be euthanized. Painfully. With a rusty razor to the pubes.
He sneers to himself, pushing at the buttons harder. Soon he's humming the freaking melody.
Chris Carson: Damnit! Fucking "Dancing Queen" is gonna get stuck in my head!
Carson's expression gets a little more strained when he sees a familiar sight approach the elevator.
Julia: Carson! Hold that elevator right there!!
Carson frantically presses the buttons while Julia marches to the elevator doors.
Julia: Carson, wait right there!
Carson flips Julia off once the doors finally start to close.
Chris Carson: Go suck a Coney Island dog, bitch!
The doors close with a ding right in front of Julia's face, leaving a laughing Carson. Only for the doors to reopen.
Chris Carson: Fuuuuuck.
Julia: Dammit, Carson. I've got a bone to pick with you!
Chris Carson: Go ahead and tell me. Like I haven't heard it enough.
Julia stands next to Carson, who just squeezes his fist.
Julia: You still can't hit me, Carson. Else you get a warrant for a nasty arrest shoved in your face.
Chris Carson: And I'll roll it up and shove it in your twat, bitch. You better be bringing Junior to watch me wrestle.
Julia: The judge says I have to if I come to watch you wrestle. But he's crying. Crying that his poor daddy can't beat a weak paper champion.
Chris Carson: Heh. He must have finally realized that your breast milk made him chubby. Saggy tits.
Julia sneers and turns to face Carson.
Julia: This isn't over. Let me warn you that I have plans. I may not be able to escort, wrestle or stand in the ring, but I know how to make you miserable, Carson. Mark my words.
Ding! Carson just smirks as Julia's stop comes up.
Chris Carson: Sixth floor. Lingerie, pots and pans, knobby-kneed whores...
Julia storms off while Carson just smirks to himself.
Chris Carson: Digging the dancing queeeeeeeeeeoh fuck I hate this song.
Fade out.
The World Title is shown on the screen.
The camera pans back.
The World Title is shown on someone's shoulder.
The camera pans back.
The World Title is now shown on its owner, Generic Heel's shoulder. He/she is standing in front of a painted image of Jesus Christ, staring up at it, while thinking out loud to himself in a soliloquy that would make Shakespeare proud.
Generic Heel: You know, Jesus, you and I are quite alike.
Generic Heel clears his/her throat.
Generic Heel: You and I... we can both walk on water. We're both Jewish. We're both World Champions -- I'm Sin Wrestling champ; and you're Xtreme God Wrestling champion. We like women -- you with Mary Magdalene; and me with Morgana and various other sluts. We're also persecuted for who we are -- me for being the biggest heel in the history of the world; and you for rabble rousing and curing lepers. Why is it so damn hard, Jesus?! Why?!
He/she picks up a nearby Bible.
Generic Heel: Because I'm the baddest motherfucker in the world, Jesus! That's why!
Without warning, Generic Heel throws the bible at the glass painting of Jesus, smashing it into pieces. He/she then picks up a shard of the glass.
Generic Heel: If she doesn't fuck off, she'll get what's coming to her.
...and then throws it to the ground, smashing it. After this, the image fades out, showing Generic Heel caressing the World Title belt.
I always know where you are
You never know where I am
You got me sneaking around
Like the invisible man
Carson comes out onto the ramp in mid-chorus, barebacked and oiled up, wrestling tights sharp in a fire-red/ice-blue design. The crowd around the ring, and in the stands as well, respond to Carson's double middle-finger salute with a roar.
You'll never know where I've gone
You've gone and done it again
You've got me sneaking around
Like the invisible man
Another pyro explosion, and Carson starts shoving his way towards the ring, not acknowledging the support he gets from his supporters yet. He climbs the stairs and turnbuckle, posing in front of the the audience and the crowd of "Creepheads" and letting out an intense roar. He turns to teh referee and stares a hole through him, then at his opponent, as the tidal wave of supporters retreats backstage.
The lights dim low, and suddenly the PA System come alive with the familiar guitar intro of "War Machine" by KISS. The fans go into a frenzy of mixed boos and cheers, as the blue strobe lights that they have become so familiar with over the years, begin flashing all over the crowd, suddenly coming together to form one solid beam that falls upon the entranceway. The silhouette of Stephanie Connor can be seen standing in the curtain area. The sound is deafening, but somehow even moreso as Johnny Storm steps out onto the entrance.
Johnny Storm
The lights come back, as Storm allows a shit-eating grin to the fans, which sends them further into a frenzy. Along the way, his mood becomes serious, as he slowly makes his way towards the ringside area, keeping his eyes locked within the square battleground until coming to its side.
Stephanie follows close behind, carrying the dragon-headed ebony cane that the fans have learned to be wary of. Johnny Storm hops onto the ring apron, steps through the middle & top rope and enters the ring. He steps to the center of the squared-circle, looks out amongst the fans, nodding as they continue their chants.
He unrobes quickly, causing even more of an ovation, as he then rushes to a corner, stepping up to the second turnbuckle, and throwing his hands over his head in a premature victory signal. Stephanie circles the ring with a smirk, taking it all in, while the fans react wildly. Next, Johnny Storm hops back down and then leans against the turnbuckle, staring at Chris Carson.
The bell rings and the two circle each other warily, looking for an opening, before slowly coming together for a grapple. At the last second, Storm backs off though, running his hands through his hair and mocking "The Creep". Carson shakes his head, apparently unfazed, as they meet for another grapple. This time it's Carson who backs off, and before the anger can even show on Storm's face, "The Creep" hammers him right in the face with a headbutt!
Johnny Storm tumbles backward into the corner, and "The Creep" follows, throwing several chops to Storm's chest. He clamps on a side-headlock, pulling Storm out of the corner, before slowly winding up on the other side, and blasting a solid punch right between Storm's eyes! He sprawls back into the corner, looking stunned, as Carson shakes his head, the fans cheering and amused by his start to the match.
"The Creep" retrieves Johnny Storm from the corner, grabbing on to whip him across to the opposite turnbuckles.
But no... reversal!
Storm counters, sending Carson to the corner, and Storm immediately follows with a corner avalanche, which is met by a boot from Carson! Johnny Storm is staggered, and Carson comes out of the corner and wraps him up for a neckbreaker. He twists around slowly, and with it locked and ready to drop, he motions as if smoking a stogie, before blasting Storm to the mat right on his neck!
"The Creep" goes for a cover!
...1...2...
...kickout!
Chris Carson rises from the cover, looking at the referee with some irritation on his face. He grabs Johnny Storm by the hair, and slowly drags him to his feet. Carson steps back, going for a standing lariat, but Storm promptly ducks it! The fans begin booing as the self-styled "Mr. Fantastic" clamps a sleeperhold on the Creep! Carson struggles for a moment, before finally dropping down to throw Storm to the mat with a snapmare. The fans cheer again as the Creep drives a knee into Storm's back, and then gives him a kick to the back of the head for good measure.
As if responding to the fans' applause, Chris Carson glances around the audience with a devilish smirk, before motioning for the Silencer with a finger over his lips.
Sure enough, the audience grows quiet as Carson slowly stalks Johnny Storm, who rises to his knees slowly. Carson quickly stomps him to the mat before saddling up for Silencer, only to have Johnny Storm frantically struggle against it, obviously having scouted the maneuver!
With superior position, the Creep continues against Storm's struggles, almost locking in both arms behind his knees, only for Storm to finally lunge forth, hanging onto the bottom rope for dear life! The crowd erupts in boos as the referee forces Carson to abandon the hold.
"The Creep" seems unfazed, though; almost contemplative, as he steps back to the opposite side of the ring. He rests in the corner, even allowing Storm to completely recover, finally making it all the way back to his feet, before "The Creep" charges forth, crushing a huge clothesline into Johnny Storm that sends both men plummetting over the ropes and to the outside!
Both men land on their feet before tumbling to the ground, with Johnny Storm appearing worse for it. Carson gets to his feet quickly, and lifts the mat off of the floor and tosses it aside, exposing the solid bare floor beside the ring. Storm disrupts him right at this moment, clubbing him with a double-axehandle to the back. Storm quickly twists the Creep around, before clamping him with a side-headlock and dropping for a DDT! Carson drops to his knees at the same time though, and shoves Johnny Storm off, just a second before the maneuver would have spiked his head into the exposed floor!
Carson catches his breath for a moment, eyeing the floor as if aware of just how close he was to getting driven into it, when Johnny Storm charges toward him! "The Creep" gets to his feet just in time and uses Storm's own momentum for a powerslam on the exposed floor! The crowd gasps as Storm's back is driven to the surface with a painful sounding slap.
The Creep quickly tosses Storm back into the ring, before going for the cover!
1...2...
...no!
The audience and referee seem confused as Chris Carson saves Johnny Storm, breaking his own cover at the last second!
With a slow nod of his head, Carson shushes the crowd again, and this time quickly clamps on the Silencer in the middle of the ring! Johnny Storm is in obvious agony, but he can't even yell or scream! He lasts a few more seconds, but finally has to tap out! The referee calls for the bell, and raises Chris Carson's hand in victory!
Carson stares over the audience, looking very satisfied, before glancing down at Johnny Storm, still on the mat and favoring his back. "The Creep" shakes his head, before sliding out of the ring and heading back up the entrance.
Winner: Chris Carson
Just as Chris Carson returns to the back, passing through the black curtain, he is immediately confronted by Casanova, who is carrying the wooden baseball bat that struck him earlier in the night. Appropriately enough, he is also surrounded with a horde of officials that try to keep Casanova away from "The Creep".
Casanova: You think you can get a cheap attack on me?!
"The Creep" steps up toward Casanova, but is held back by the referees and officials.
Chris Carson: If I were to attack you, you'd know it. Trust me.
In response, Casanova goes to throw the baseball bat at "The Creep", but is stopped by the referee.
Chris Carson: If you throw that bat at me, I won't think twice about grabbing it and beating you until your stupid fangs fall out of your mouth!
Calmly chuckling at Chris Carson's threat, Casanova bellows back some threatening words of his own...
Casanova: Heh... is that so? We'll see what your son has to say about that come Illusions.
Chris Carson: Don't you ever talk about my family, you piece of--...
"The Creep" goes to attack Casanova, but the officials keep them apart. Casanova's heckling and laughing is the last things heard, as the referees push him towards the entrance, ready for his match.
Despite the ruckus in the back, Ace Rodgers stands next to Sebastian York, who is holding his Ultraviolence Title over his left shoulder. Sebastian is looking to his left, observing the shouting match between Casanova and Chris Carson, when Ace Rodgers interjects.
Ace Rodgers: Folks, we have a lot going down in the back here, but please bare with us. Anyhow, Sebastian, I want to address a few things with you. First up, at Illusions, it's rumored that you'll be defending your Ultraviolence Title against Roxy Erikson, who'll also be putting her title on the line, as well.
This allows for Sebastian York to turn his attention back towards Ace. He nods his head.
Sebastian York: You better believe it. Things with Booger are over. I showed him how to find me; and what happens when he wants to take me on. That fat boy is barely alive. As for Roxy Erikson; yeah, it's true. It's title-versus-title.
Ace Rodgers: She's been talking about collecting every single Sin Wrestling title. I mean, she has already merged the Impulse Title with the Television Title... and now she's after your belt. Are you going to be ready for her?
Sebastian York: Ace, I'm beyond ready for her. Like I said, take a look at people such as Booger and Stevie Swing, who isn't even here anymore, about taking me on. I've fought the fight and I've come out on top.
Ace Rodgers: Can't say I disagree with that. Upn next, however; you've got Casanova. Are you ready?
Sebastian Tork removes the sunglasses he had been wearing on his head.
Sebastian York: Ace, I was born ready.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"
The interview is interrupted by the yelling of a girl's voice -- Roxy Erikson, to be more precise.
Roxy Erikson: Casanova is going to fuck you up the ass and shit on your face, pretty boy. Just like how I'll do at Illusions.
Sebastian York steps up to Roxy Erikson, getting in her face.
Sebastian York: You sprew your words now; but when the time comes, we'll see who comes out on top.
Calmly walking away, headed to the entrance section, Sebastian York leaves Roxy Eriksonn behind, deeming her "too smelly" to stand next to for 2 seconds more.
Roxy Erikson: Yeah, walk away, little faggot. You'll be walking out without a title at the next pay per view!
Ace Rodgers: Uh, Roxy...
She turns sharply to look at him.
Roxy Erikson: [she snaps at him] What?!
Ace Rodgers: Well, we already know your thoughts about your Illusions match; but what are your thoughts on tonight's match against Generic Heel? It's a hardcore match, too!
Roxy Erikson: Generic Heel? He... she... it didn't even have the balls... or the ovaries to put the World Title on the line. What a piece of shit. And you know what else?
Ace Rodgers: What?
Roxy Erikson: I know who's under that mask! That ain't Generic Heel; that's the old dyke, Morgana. That's why she hasn't been around, she's been gallavanting under that hood. But now I've revealed the truth, what do you think about that, Morgana?!
Ace Rodgers: Uh... well, I guess it could be possible. But... who knows? But why would she send herself those gifts and why would she be annoyed with all the pink things?!
Roxy Erikson: IT's just a ruse, Ace. C'mon, get with it. We all know it's Morgana, that cocklicking bitch, under there! And I'm going to be the one to prove it!
Roxy storms off, leaving Ace in disarray.
Ace Rodgers: Uhm... I guess that's that. Roxy Erikson says Generic Heel is really Morgana... who knows? I sure as heck don't.
A shrugging Ace Rodgers is shown and the cameras fade out.
Woke animal feelings in me
Took over my sense and I lost control
I'll taste your blood tonight
Casanova steps out onto the stage, glowering over the audience, before striding down the ramp and ignoring the fans. On the screen, the image slowly trails up the silhouette of the man walking with the chair, rising until it reaches the outline of his shoulders and head, the eyes suddenly visible in flashes of red, as the image shatters like glass, replaced by "Casanova," spelled out in a trail of blood.
You know I make you wanna run from me baby
But know it's too late you've wasted all your time
Casanova slides into the ring, rolling into a crouch in a corner with a fangy smirk. The screen and music fade, as he adjusts his gloves and waits for the match to start.
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.
York stops short at the ring while Casanova just rests his arms and grins a fanged smile at Sebastian. He taunts him by pulling up the top rope to let him in, but the ref forces Casanova back into a corner. York looks down at his Ultraviolence Title and drops it in his corner before he steps into the ring.
Casanova prepares himself in the corner, while York just stares bullets at his opponent. Once the bell rings, instead of circling around, York charges straight from his corner and clocks Casanova with a clothesline, his anger clearly coming out with the bell!
Casanova absorbs a few more running clotheslines, then bails on York, sliding out of the ring to check his face. The crowd cheers for York, who simply sits on the middle rope and lifts the top rope to mock Casanova. Casanova scowls and barks at York to put up the title, only to get a shake of the head from his opponent.
York backs off as Casanova walks up the steps to reenter the ring, then charges forth to strike Cas, only to get an arm hooked around his neck. Casanova drops off of the ring apron and smashes York's face into the top turnbuckle!
York stumbles back into the center of the ring, and Casanova slides in to go to work. He hits a double axe-handle to the back of York's head, then starts to brawl with kicks to the midsection. He waits for York to stagger to his feet, then hits a running neckbreaker and goes into a pin..
...1...
All he can get is a one-count, with York kicking out and holding his chin!
Casanova jumps to his feet and hits a snapkick to York's back, making the crowd wince in pain. He heads to the corner and scales the ropes, only for York to stagger over toward the corner. Casanova comes off for a top-rope latiat. only for York to catch a stunned Casanova and hit a huge T-bone suplex on him!
Rolling over, York covers Casanova, looking for the pinfall victory...!
...1...2...!
Casanova kicks out early in the two-count!
York now goes on the offensive with elbows to Casanova's midsection. He drags Casanova to his feet and hits a quick Russian leg-sweep and goes for another pinfall...
...1...2...
But just like before, he can only get a two-count! He takes a moment to recover, the crowd applauding his efforts.
York decides to slow Casanova up by quickly trying to slap on an arm-bar, but Casanova gets to his feet. York lowers his shoulder to hit a block on Casanova's back once, but the second blow misses and gives Casanova room to perform a jawbreaker against the top of his skull! York falls to the mat, allowing Casanova to try for a pin!
...1...2...
York get the shoulder up a half-second early!
Casanova starts to rain punches to the side of York's head, but the match is still heavily evened out He finally manages to get York doubled over with a boot to the stomach, then bounces off the ropes to attempt a "Bad Omen" Yakuza kick, only for York to duck! Cas straightens up and barely has the time to duck a desperate spinning heel kick from York! Casanova sees the opportunity is back and takes a step back before delivering a vicious running knee to York's face!
Casanova drops to his knees to pin York, only to get rolled up in a counter! York was playing possum!
...1...2...!
...No! Casanova's able to grab the bottom rope and pull his shoulder off the mat, halting the count! The crowd boos as Cas drapes himself over the bottom rope.
York works his way back to his feet and yanks Casanova off of the ropes. He steps between his legs and tries to lock on his "Fighting Mediocrity" Sharpshooter, all while Casanova tries to claw back to the ropes.
The crowd goes wild as York manages to get the hold in place, but Casanova alertly grabs at York's left ankle and locks in an ankle lock before York can press his body downward! Both wrestlers try to force the other to submit first!
After a few seconds, York is forced to let go, while Casanova scrambles for the ropes. York limps a little, but is generally uninjured. He approaches Casanova and attempts to yank him into a fireman's carry onto his shoulders, the crowd momentarily excited to see his "Made For TV" finisher, but Casanova manages to twist the momentum quickly so that he merely slides off York's back and yanks back in defense. Casanova uses that momentum to drag York towards him as he falls to the mat, slamming York's neck against his leg with his "Destiny Calling" finisher!
York falls to the mat and Casanova slithers over to roll York up...
...1...2...!
Casanova quickly pulls his legs across the middle rope for support, the referee unable to see it!
...3!
The bell rings as Casanova quickly scurries to the outside, holding his ribs. With no evidence that he used the ropes, the ref slips to the outside and holds up Casanova's arm in victory, the vamp wincing from the stretch. He starts to stumble backstage without waiting for York to recover, knowing he had stolen a victory. York pulls himself up the ropes, surrounding by boos reserved for...
Roxy Erikson?
The Sintron shows a shot of Roxy laughing maniacally as she watches the match from backstage. Sebastian looks flustered at first, but then looks genuinely angry as Roxy appears to be losing her breath from laughing so hard. York sneers to himself as he grabs his title, then limps his way amongst an appreciative crowd reaction.
Winner: Casanova
Before the main event can get underway, the lights in the church lower, with an eerie silence swallowing everyone. Suddenly, a young lady's voice can be heard on the PA system, whispering to the fans at ringside...
Voice: He has come to resurrect the evil within you all...
The fans look around, not knowing what the hell...
Voice: He is the master of illusions...
Still confusion.
Voice: He is Flame...
Confusion continues to swell around everyone. Are they talking about former Sin Wrestler, Flame? The last they heard, he was fired for steroid use/abuse...
Their questions are answered when the face of Flame is shown across the SW-screen!
Voice: ...Returning Illusions 2008...
As Flame's face fades from the screen, the entrance is ignited with fire, forcing various Sin Wrestling officials to burst into the scene with fire entinguishers. Smoke fills the church, as the fans are in absolute wonder, thinking Flame has already made an appearance earlier tonight by attacking Casanova.
Nevertheless, his official return is at Illusions; one has to wonder what will happen.
On the screen, the faintest outline of Roxy Erikson's name can be seen in the lightest grey. One by one, bullet holes begin to fill in the name, making it much clearer to read.
The lights fade back on as the guitars come in. She steps onto the stage, wearing a long black cloak. Her face half-hidden with the hood. The crowd whispers loudly, in disbelief at her appearance and demeanor, as she makes her way down the ramp. She retaliates by spitting and hissing back at them.
When she reaches the ring, she tosses the cloak aside. She is left wearing black wrestling pants with silver gemstone encrusted boots, with a black wrestling top that has her name written across the chest with silver gemstones. She impatiently paces back and forth, waiting for the match to begin.
Generic Heel walks to the ring, with no music, just with his/her World Title strapped around its shoulder. Stepping onto the apron, he/she dusts their feet off and steps inside, where the title is removed from their shoulder and is held like a weapon. It is aimed at Roxy Erikson, who begins ramping herself up, as if she were a bull.
The bell rings... and Roxy charges!
She doesn't hit the belt, though; as Generic Heel sidesteps the attack, just in the nick of time. Instead, he turns around, trying to grab her and bring her down to the canvas, only to receive a brutal chop to the throat. This chop knocks Generic Heel back, gasping for oxygen, only to have Roxy leap at him/her and deliver a stiff knee to the back!
This blow sends Generic Heel stumbling towards the ropes, where he/she gets tangled up in the ropes. From here, Roxy progresses forward, hitting a running-kick to his spine, sending out a roaring screeching from him. She even grabs his/her mask, jabbing Generic Heel's face into the turnbuckle pad, giving some rampant face shots.
Turning around, Roxy picks up the World Title, which Generic Heel dropped on the ground and swings it at his/her face. Just like Roxy, Generic Heel ducks the attack, hitting Roxy with a spear, knocking both her and the title to the ground!
The two of them roll around, literally trying to rip the clothes off each other. Roxy, being more experienced in this kind of battles, uses her two feet to push Generic Heel off her. Jumping up, she immediately goes back on the attack, striking Heel with a shoulderblock to the gut. Seconds later, a kneelift strikes Generic Heel in the face; and Roxy is back on top.
Bouncing Generic Heel off the ropes, Roxy throws herself at him/her... but Generic Heel ducks! As a result, Roxy leaps over Heel, sending her sailing through the ropes, vaulting her to the floor!
In the ring, Generic Heel stands, laughing at Roxy's expense, when he/she suddenly dashes forward, looking to hit a suicide dive. Sadly, the timing is off, as Roxy is able to grab a nearby chain and hold it into the air, thus nailing Generic Heel in the skull with the chair, dropping him/her like a sack of bricks onto the floor!
Still holding the chair, Roxy waits for Generic Heel to rise, watching as Heel stands near the ring post. Without a second thought, she swings the chair like a baseball bat, only to have it clang against the steel post, as Generic Heel ducks out of the way, still in a slight daze. This ringing echoes all the way up to Roxy's fingers, which cannot hold onto the chair, forcing it to drop on the floor.
Taking advantage of this, Generic Heel picks up the chair and tries to strike Roxy with it... but this time, it's Roxy ducking out of the way, making it crack against the side of the apron!
Turning around, Roxy chops Generic Heel across the neck, jabs his/her face off the apron and then whacks Heel's head off the steel ring railing! Furthermore, she picks Heel up with a bearhug, only to drop backward, landing him/her throat-first across the steel railing, having a sick choking sound emit from Heel!
Standing up, Roxy listens to the jeers from the fans, showing off her newfound devilish attitude and hairdo. Turning around, she lurks around on the outside, eventually looking beneath the ring... where she pulls out a trashcan with some kendo sticks inside of it.
Throwing the trashcan inside the ring, she pulls out a kendo stick, waiting for Generic Heel to stand. When the time is right, Roxy swings the stick at Heel's back, cracking it against his/her spine!
She swings again...!
Crack!
...and again...!
Crack!
Once more, she swings the kendo stick at his back, cracking it into his/her spine once again!
She goes to strike again, but Generic Heel is able to reach ahead and block the shot with his right arm, interlocking it around Roxy's, who tries using her left arm for a punch. However, that's also blocked. A second later, Roxy is flung overhead with an arm-trap belly-to-belly suplex, sending both her and the kendo stick flying through the air!
Popping back up, Roxy holds her lower-back and slides back into the ring, while Generic Heel tosses a chair inside. As Heel rolls back inside, though; Roxy leaps at him, striking him with a falling punch. She takes this time to pull out a pair of brass knuckles, which she snugly fits onto her fingers, being completely legal to use in this match.
Moving into the corner, she climbs onto the second turnbuckle, measuring Generic Heel, hoping to nail a perfectly-timed brass knuckled punch to the noggin'.
Unfortunately, her attempt is thwarted by Generic Heel, who runs into the corner, springs off the middle rope and hits a climbing enziguiri! This kick knocks Roxy over the top rope, sending her spilling out onto the apron, where she tries to regain her wits.
With her back turned away from the ring, she is unaware that Generic Heel has grabbed the trashcan, emptied out its contents and is walking towards her. Seconds later, the trashcan is placed on Roxy's head, allowing for Generic Heel to give her some not-so-gentle taps to the side. Bouncing off the opposite set of ropes, Generic Heel uses much gusto in his/her rebound and speeds toward Roxy with the trashcan over her head.
Bam!
Leaping into the air, Generic Heel soars through the air and connects with a sit-out dropkick to the back of the trashcan/Roxy Erikson, sending her flying into the first row of the fans! In the midst of all this, the trashcan pops off her body, landing at the feet of some nearby spectators!
In the ring, Generic Heel climbs to the top turnbuckle, waiting for Roxy Erikson to get to her feet. Roxy, who stands near several nuns, turns around and notices Generic Heel fly at her from the top turnbuckle pad, even flying over the ring railing. Right away, Roxy grabs a nun and pulls her in front of her, resulting in Generic Heel splattering on top of her!
Everyone is in disarray, as Roxy almost drunkenly stumbles aside, but not before punching out another nun. Picking up a chair, she heaves it at Generic Heel, who can only shield himself/herself with its right arm. Not liking this whatsoever, Roxy charges forward, looking to hit a running-knee to the skull, but Generic Heel quickly leaps back, pushing Roxy out of the way.
Nailing a forearm to the back of Roxy's neck, Generic Heel grabs onto her and then back suplexes her onto the floor! Pushing his/her way through the fans, Generic Heel comes upon a large candle and rips it off its holder. Stepping towards Roxy, who has now made her way and is sitting on it, Generic Heel goes to burn her with the top of the candle; but has it swatted away before any damage can occur!
Instead, Roxy grabs the candle and breaks it over Generic Heel's head, smashing it into two pieces! Using the bottom side of it, she even feigns using it as a dildo, getting an angry jeer from the bewildered fans!
Grabbing Generic Heel, she DDTs him/her onto the pew, dropping Heel's head onto the polished wood! She even rolls Heel onto the seated portion of it, climbing up with him/her. Right here, she commences stomping at Generic Heel, until he/she is forcing to a kneeling position. Trying to fend her off, Generic Heel strikes with some punches to the gut, but ultimately fails, mostly thanks to a knee from Roxy!
Applying a facelock, while standing on the pew, Roxy tries to drop Generic Heel down with another DDT; but is surprised when Heel backdrops her, sending her flying through the air and crashing onto the floor!
Going down to a single knee, Generic Heel fixes his/her mask, looks over his/her shoulder and notices that Roxy is in place. Without much thought, Generic Heel risks his/her body with a moonsault off the pew, landing directly onto Roxy!
Getting instantly back up to a standing base, Generic Heel wobbles over to the altar, picks up a gigantic, heavy Bible and aims to strike Roxy with it. Generic Heel charges ahead and nails Roxy with the big book, knocking her flat on her back, for the second time in a row!
Taking a handful of Roxy's hair, Generic Heel plucks her off the floor and drags her across the church floor. Back amongst the fans, they exchange slaps and chops, with Generic Heel coming out on top, partially thanks to the prior beating he/she gave Roxy. In a matter of seconds, with another handful of hair, Generic Heel flings Roxy over the ring railing, dropping her back towards the ringside area.
Yapping with some fans, Generic Heel is slow to crawl over and join Roxy, which gives the Television and Impulse Champ perfect time to recover. Just as Generic Heel joins her at ringside, Roxy nails an elbow to the stomach, following that up with an elbow to Heel's throat! Picking up the chair she used earlier in the match, Roxy uses it to jab the edge of it into Heel's stomach, hunching him/her over.
Opting to instead roll Heel into the ring, Roxy slides in, as well. Picking up the brass knuckles she dropped, she places them snugly back on her fingers, waiting for Generic Heel to rise.
Pow!
With a brutal shot to the temple, Roxy strikes Generic Heel, dropping him/her to the canvas! Roxy even makes a cover!
...1...2...
However, Generic Heel kicks out at the count of two, showing why he/she is the World Champion!
Roxy yells at the referee, demanding a faster count, but this takes her off-guard, resulting in Generic Heel surprising her with an inside-cradle!
Seeing this, the referee counts...
...1...2...
This time, it's Roxy Erikson that quickly kicks out!
Both competitors are slow to rise, obviously tired and sore from the damage sustained in this match. The first person to stand is a hazy Roxy Erikson, who angrily shoves the referee to the side and picks up a kendo stick. Turning around, she aims the stick at Generic Heel's legs, hoping to sweep them out from beneath him/her.
Fortunately for Generic Heel, he/she sees it coming, allowing him/her to jump into the air, out of harm's way! In response, Generic Heel kicks Roxy, goes side-by-side to her, grabs the kendo stick and Russian legsweeps her with it!
The cover is made...
...1...2...
Roxy is able to kick out!
Frustrated, Generic Heel stands up, rolls to the floor, grabs a chair and slides back inside with it. Opening it up, Heel sits it in the middle of the ring, pulls on Roxy's head and forces her to sit on it, thanks to some stiff punches to the skull. Moving into the corner, Generic Heel begins his/her ascent to the top turnbuckle. Within seconds, Generic Heel leaps off the top rope, sailing through the air with an attempted somersault senton spash...
...which fails!
With Generic Heel halfway through the air, Roxy is able to fall to the right, successfully moving out of the way of danger! As a result, Generic Heel crashes onto the chair, almost breaking the steel seat, landing in a pile in the middle of the canvas!
Slowly, but surely, Roxy rises, noticing Generic Heel in a rack of pain. Picking up the kendo stick, she looks at Generic Heel with vengeance in her eyes. Aiming at Generic Heel's head, she makes a swing...
In a daze, the only thing Generic Heel can do is duck down -- the shot completely misses! Placing both hands on the stick, Generic Heel yanks it out of her hands and now swings it at Roxy... who also ducks...!
However, she can't duck out of the way of Generic Heel thrusting the edge of the stick into her asshole! The surprise of this turns Roxy Erikson around, only to have Generic Heel smash that stick against her forehead, dropping her to the ground!
Just as Generic Heel goes to make the cover, the SW screen comes on, showing security footage of Morgana on the screen. This footage is obviously from Vanity, as she is shown holding her newly won World Title, bouncing happily into her locker room, with the title held high.
Morgana: Now World Champ. This will look good on the mantle.
Everyone's attention remains focused on the screen, which shows black and white footage of Morgana beginning to get undressed. Just as she's about to get naked, she stops, and looks across the room.
Morgana: What the hell are you doing here?
A foot comes on the screen, aiming straight at her face, catching her completely off-guard! Her World Title belt plummets to the door; as does her body. The person standing over her, who is currently out of sight of the camera, begins kicking and stomping at her, picking her up to even bash her face off the wall of the locker-room.
In the meantime, this has also gotten the attention of Generic Heel, who has lost his/her focus and is now watching the video... while Roxy recovers. Grabbing the steel chair, which had been half-crumpled, Roxy sneaks up behind Heel and strikes him/her across the back with the chair, seconding that with a drilling blow to the back of his/her cranium!
Dropping the chair, Roxy schoolboy rolls Generic Heel up, even placing her feet on the ropes, while going for a cover...
The referee counts...
...1...2...
The video continues to play, with the person standing above Morgana kicking and stomping on her...
...3...!
When the referee slaps the canvas for the third time, Roxy Erikson rolls out of the ring, stunned about her victory. Rushing over to the announcer's table, she grabs her two titles and begins slowly walking to the back, with the video still playing.
In the ring, Generic Heel gets back up, slightly dazed, and receives the microphone. Stepping near the ropes, Heel holds the microphone up to his/her mouth.
Generic Heel: Roxy, you might have won tonight... but I still have the World Title, which is all that matters. It's the only thing that matters!
As Roxy retreats to the back, she listens to Generic Heel's words, while the video plays on.
Generic Heel: Nice video you got there, too. Who the hell is playing it?
For a second, everyone watch. The attacker moves into the scene, with his/her back to the camera lens.
Generic Heel: As I was saying, the title is the only thing that matters. Not the fans, not you, Roxy; not Morgy... because...
The person on the video goes to turn around.
Generic Heel: Because I...
The person on the screen faces the camera.
Generic Heel: ...am...
Generic Heel, receiving the World Title from the referee, reaches up to his/her mask. It's quickly pulled off; to match the person on the video screen.
Generic Heel: Stevie fuckin' Swing!
Both on the video, and in the ring, stands Stevie Swing, with a huge, devilish smirk on her face.
Stevie Swing: The only thing that matters is me and the World Title...!
The fans are absolutely stunned, as the mystery is finally revealed. Stevie Swing was Morgana's attacker. Morgana knew it all along. She also knew it was Stevie under the mask.
Stevie Swing: And I am the fucking World Champion... and the fucking Ironwoman of Sin Wrestling!
As jeers pour in on Stevie Swing, the feed for tonight's event shows only the security camera footage, which has only now been revealed. Stevie Swing is shown standing over Morgana, giving her one final kick, before walking off, leaving her a victim of betrayal.
Fade out.
Winner: Roxy Erikson