Event Date: Tuesday, March 31st, 2009
Theme Song: Strung Out - "Bring Out Your Dead"
Deftly dodging the clothesline, Declan ducks and slams the handle of the shovel directly into Ashton's breadbasket. The hellacious shot forces Ashton to double over, clutching his stomach.
Declan Turner: You may have the TV title, but I'm going to give you a face for radio!
Grinning sadistically, Declan takes a step back and swings the shovel like a golf club, smashing it into Ashton's face! The force of the blow sends Ashton flying backwards heels-over-head into a buffet of various foods, thoroughly ruining everyone's chance at dinner or a snack! Tossing the shovel into a trash can as he walks on, Declan grins at the camera.
Declan Turner: And that, is how you take out one of the S.O.S.
For the time being, Corey Ashton is down, unconcious in the sand, with the Television Title laid out next to him. Slowly, the image fades out, showing him trying to regain his footing...
Corey Ashton: This wouldn't have happened if I had some proper backup...
Holding his face, the image then fades out into the Eternity intro.
Declan Turner: Stevie Swing... I see you're going for a record zero and FIVE. Looking to make it six, I hope?
Stevie Swing: If I go zero and five, it's going to be because I didn't get a pre-match meal. If I go zero and six, you'll be in the curtain jerker. Can I just fight this faggot and go home, or are you going to be witty and evil for a few minutes first?
Declan cocks his head.
Declan Turner: Are you that morally defeated that you wouldn't have anything remotely entertaining to say back to me? I feel...unappreciated. It's like you've given up.
Declan's face turns somber as he quiets his voice.
Declan Turner: Lacklan didn't touch you in your bathing suit area, did he?
Stevie Swing: Yeah, Declan, he broke my little cunt with his hammer and nobody will kiss it to make it feel better.
Stevie looks over Declan's shoulder to the snack table, where Corey Ashton is still laid out on top of the lunchmeats.
Stevie Swing: Is Cor-Ash laid out on the roast beef or the ham?
Declan crinkles his nose and laughs.
Declan Turner: The roast beef. Sorry, sweetie. Looks like the only meat you'll get to eat is on the bones of Corey Ashton's autistic clone.
Stevie Swing: Beats York's sundae of doom.
Smiling as Stevie walks away from him, Declan pulls out a T-Mobile Sidekick, clicking it open. The cameraman hovers around Declan and tilts the camera, focusing in on the screen:
To: Donatella
You got yourself a deal. Send contract overnight. Will sign immediately.
- DT
Suddenly, aware of the cameraman's intrusion, Declan whirls around and punches the lens, causing the screen to flood to static as the feed cuts to the intro of Stevie's match.
Stevie Swing bursts through the vagina to pyro and the booing of the crowd. She ignores them as she makes her way to the ring, a cloth bag in her hand. Stevie rolls into the ring and immediately hisses at the dirty Mexicans, in no mood at the moment, drawing an even more rabid response from the crowd. Stevie lays the bag in her corner and dances in the center of the ring until the fireworks and music stop.
"Big Casino" by Jimmy Eat World hits the speakers and Eric Ashton comes walking out, hollering at the crowd, but the crowd pretty much no-sells the newest Ashton to hit the circuit. Sliding into the ring, he gets to his feet and waits for his match to begin.
Stevie circles Ashton once the bell rings, still snapping at the Spanish curses thrown at her. Someone in the crowd actually throws a piece of rotten fruit at Stevie to get her attention, and once she spins about Ashton snaps a Yakuza Kick to the back of her head.
Stevie holds her head as Eric Ashton clobbers her back with a few forearms, then snaps her over his back in a release German Suplex. Ashton attempts to get down for a pin...
...
...but Stevie wisely rolls out of the ring, holding her head.
Eric Ashton tries to reach out of the ring to grab Stevie by her hair, only to get hands around his neck. Stevie drops to her knees and rakes one hand against Eric's face, the other clotheslining him across the middle rope. As a result, Ashton stumbles back into the center of the ring, with Stevie recovering from the kick.
Climbing onto the apron, she leaps to the top turnbuckle, then comes down with a Shining Wizard to the side of the temporarily-blinded Ashton. With Ashton down, she attempts a quick pin...
...1...!
Ashton reacts quickly by tossing Stevie off him. Next, Stevie quickly gets to her feet and pounds on Ashton's shoulder with kicks.
Defensively, Ashton rolls to a corner for support while Stevie struts to the other corner, mocking the crowd by dancing the Macarena.
Stevie charges into the corner, but is almost decapitated by an Ashton clothesline, barely ducking out of the way before he can hit it! She hops onto the top turnbuckle, and as soon as Eric turns, he gets a twisting moonsault across his face, bringing him down to the canvas!
Instead of going for a pin, Stevie then tries to keep Ashton down, repeatedly nailing dropkicks to his body--face, legs, midsection--she hits about seven before pausing, mocking the booing crowd once again, her eyes almost on fire. She starts to walk over to the corner she dropped her sack, picking it up to fish around inside it. Cussing at the crowd a few more times, she appears to have lost something in it, since she lowers her head to look inside it.
Ashton sees this as an opportunity, getting back to his feet. He stalks Stevie and grabs her shoulders to spin her around, only for Stevie to spit a red mist into Ashton's eyes! The referee is pretty much dumbstruck while Ashton is blinded again.
Stevie quickly pulls another item from the bag--a luchador mask that could be easily mistaken for a bag itself, the mask completely missing holes for eyes, a mouth, or nose. She pulls it over Ashton's face and writes in big letters the word "FAG" across the mask's face.
Ashton stumbles around the ring, unable to see the giant Last Dance Superkick clobber him in the chin from Stevie! He falls like a giant redwood, allowing Stevie to crawl over him in a pin.
...1...2...3!
Stevie gets up to her feet, sneering down at Ashton, as her arm is raised. She gives the ref an icy glare, yanking her arm back before slamming a harsh kick to the crown of Ashton's cranium. She spits at his body, then climbs out of the ring, walking backstage in a shower of boos.
Ashton struggles to get the mask off, some red leaking through the mask that could be the mist or his own blood. Impossible to say until he can get the mask off, his face bloodied from the kick. He staggers backstage, looking worse for wear.
Winner: Stevie Swing
Crux: This is for you, Corey. I will make it handsome just like you.
As he goes to put more sand down, an ominous figure stands before him -- the image of his own opponent for tonight, Roxy Erikson. Looking up, Crux holds his Ultraviolence Title near, staring at her.
Crux: What do you want, you chain-smoking, white trash slut?
Roxy Erikson: It's match time.
Roxy puts out her cigarette onto the sand-form of Corey Page.
Roxy Erikson: It's fightin' time.
With that, she kicks the figure over.
Crux: ...Hey!
...and the match begins...!
As he struggles to stand, he crawls towards the ring, but Roxy is right there, laying a huge kick into his chest, sending him over on his back. Grabbing a fist full of Crux's mask, she stretches the mask and she whips him by the head into the steel steps!
The steps burst apart, as Crux groans in agony, with Roxy grabbing him again, this time rolling him inside. Sliding in after him, she yells a few obsenities at the referee as she lifts Crux to his feet. Suddenly, Crux drops to his knees and low blows Roxy right in the box!
Gasping for breath, Roxy falls backwards, against the nearest ropes, as Crux shakes away some stars and begins to lay into Roxy with huge backhands! Roxy's head snaps back with each blow, as the shots force her into the corner, dazed. Roxy sits on the second turnbuckle, trying to regain some composure, while Crux backs up and signals to the crowd. He runs with a huge body splash!
...No!
Roxy dives to the right, just as Crux gets a face full of turnbuckle!
He stumbles away from the corner, spinning slowly to make some sense of direction. Roxy bounds herself off the opposite ropes and leaps at Crux, spinning around him with a twisting bulldog, hitting The Roxy Ride, like a ton of bricks!
Standing up, she waves at the crowd, and simply steps on Crux for a pinfall...
...1...2...
...No!
The camera focuses in on the ref, who catches a steel chair to the back of the head as he tries to finish the count!
Confused, Roxy turns around... only to be seen backing away from Declan Turner, who enters the ring! He throws her the chair... and she catches it in front of her face! Roxy goes down hard on top of Crux, as Declan punches her face, denting the steel chair!
Laughing, Declan slides out of the ring, backing away, smiling calmly...
In the meantime, the confused referee makes the count...
...1...2...3!
As Declan exits to the back, the referee counts Roxy on top of Crux, giving her the victory! Getting the Ultraviolence Title, the referee hands a dazed Roxy Erikson the championship belt, letting her soak up the reverence, despite being half-conscious.
She rolls out of the ring, not knowing what hit her, while Crux remains on his back, his masked pulled around his face, unable to see. She leaves him in the ring, a confused mess, while she walks to the back, grabbing a bottle of champagne from a nearby fan, who had been watching the event. Popping it open, she pours the contents down her chest and walks to the back, glad to be the new champ, but feeling like hell.
Winner: Roxy Erikson
Corey Ashton: Look at that bitch, Adam. She’s begging for it!
Corey points directly to a beautiful Mexican senorita in a bathing suit nearby. Ashton appears ready to approach the woman and go in for the kill when a loud, screeching voice calls out for him off camera.
Voice: Corey Ashton!
Ashton and Cameron both turn to greet the voice. Unfortunately, the source of the voice brings a scowl to the face of Corey. Ace Rodgers, decked out in geeky tourist garb and enough sun-screen to block out the apocalypse, stands in front of the duo.
Ace Rodgers: Hey Corey! Just a quick word. Wait, who this be?
Ace says in a mad gangster tone. Cameron looks unimpressed and folds his arms across his chest.
Corey Ashton: This is Adam Cameron. The baddest motherfucker this side of... well, me. If you jump on me, you’re jumping on Adam. If you jump on Adam, you’re jumping on the big daddy here. He's someone who will actually watch my back.
Ace Rodgers: I thought you were pals with Chris Carson?
Corey avoids the question by looking away to the ocean. Rodgers gets the hint and shrugs his shoulders.
Ace Rodgers: What are your thoughts about your first title defense tonight?
Corey Ashton: It’s going to be like taking candy from two ugly ass babies. Except the babies would put up a better fight. Here, Adam. Hold my shit.
Corey forks the Television Title back to Cameron. Adam looks confused for a second before complying and slinging the belt over his shoulder. Corey nudges Rodgers out of his way with his shoulder while pointing directly at the camera.
Corey Ashton: After I’m done beating the fuck out of Declan Turner and Casanova, I want Morgana to know I’m saving enough for her. Yeah, I’ll just have enough to bash her sexy face to pieces at the pay per view. Let’s go, Adam.
Corey moves out of the shot, with Cameron in tow. Rodgers tugs on Cameron’s arm to get him to halt for a second.
Ace Rodgers: Just a second, Adam. Why are you associated with this scum?
Adam Cameron: That’s none of your concern, geek. Fuck out of my way.
Before Rodgers can even get a word out, Adam shoves Sin Wrestling’s resident reporter right into the water. Rodgers flails madly and cries out about his lack of ability to swim, while Cameron exits the scene.
Adam Cameron: Dude, Cor! Take your belt!
Adam passes the Television Title over to Corey Ashton, as he heads towards the entrance area.
HIT MY FUCKIN' MUSIC
The sounds of "Flesh and Blood" by Reveille plays on the speakers. After several tense seconds, Jacob "The Pitbull" Turruro walks out, looking to deliver a beating to whomever is in the ring. Around his neck, he carries a steel chain, which he removes once he rolls inside. Stepping into the corner, he angrily tests out the ropes, leans back like a bloodthirsty animal, and awaits the start of the match.
Beethoven's "The Moonlight Sonata" as performed by the indie-rock group, Inverse, plays, but there is no fanfare. No dimming of the houselights, no purple spotlight and no Minions. Lacklan walks down to the ring, alone, his cowl pulled over his masked face. As he enters the ring, he simply slumps against his corner, waiting for the match to begin. After the bell sounds, Lacklan does not immediately attack; he starts slowly, taking the cowl away from his face to show his opponent the mask and horridly burned head that awaits them.
The audience cheers loudly as the bell rings, announcing the beginning of the match. The battle of the powerhouses starts with the raging pitbull, Jacob Turruro, rushing across the ring toward Jean-Paul Lacklan! He's intercepted on the way there by Adam Cameron, and the two trade massive punches back and forth!
Lacklan makes his presence felt after a suitable amount of time, letting the two brawlers duke it out for a bit before joining the fray with a series of rapid-fire elbows to both of his opponents! A quick lean back into the ropes, and Jean-Paul returns with a Yakuza kick that completely flips Adam Cameron upon impact!
Before Lacklan can further push his offensive momentum, Jacob Turruro drills him with a monster punch to the jaw, which nearly knocks the masked bruiser out on his feet! Turruro takes control, clamping Lacklan in a headlock, but after wrestling him around for a moment, gives up on trying for the guillotine choke and instead settles on double-underhooking Lacklan's arms, and crushing knee after knee into Lacklan's chest and ribs.
Seeing an opening, Jacob Turruro quickly flips JPL to the mat, hooking a leg for the cover!
...1...
No!
Adam Cameron re-enters the action by dropping a solid forearm across the back of Turruro's head, breaking his cover! Cameron ducks a fierce punch from the rising Turruro and spins behind him, clinching a waistlock on the MMA powerhouse.
Turruro attempts to overpower Cameron's grip, but Cameron shows his technical skills by ducking a spinning elbow from Turruro, and now in front of him, with the lock still clinched, simply drops to the mat, double-leg takedown dropping Turruro quickly to the canvas. Cameron mounts Turruro, now giving the brawler a taste of his own medicine with repeated punches to the face and head! Turruro blocks to the best of his ability, but Cameron's connecting more and more...
...when Lacklan blasts a Shining Wizard into Cameron!
The newcomer to Sin Wrestling is rocked by the hard knee, and Lacklan continues the pressure on him, grabbing him by the throat and dragging him into the corner, where he chokes the life out of Adam Cameron, for as long as the referee will let him!
Cameron begins to fight back after the referee breaks the choke, but Lacklan continues using his position to his advantage, resorting to kicks, and eventually stomps, as Cameron is simply pummelled in the corner! JPL lifts Cameron back to his feet, and delivers two quick elbows to the jaw and then a Roaring Elbow that appears to completely knock Cameron silly!
Jean-Paul Lacklan pauses for a moment, looming menacingly over Cameron, before Jacob Turruro leaps with a cannonball into the corner with all of his weight! The impact crushes Lacklan into Cameron, leaving Lacklan clutching his back in pain, and Cameron appearing completely out on the mat! Turruro opportunistically leaps onto Cameron, covering him!
...1...
The referee counts one...
...2...
...two...
...NO...!
Lacklan regains his senses just in time to stomp Turruro off of Cameron, preventing the bruiser from winning by a fraction of a second!
Turruro is quick to his feet, only to catch a boot to the gut from JPL, who quickly locks in a standing headscissors, and lifts and spikes Turruro right back to the mat with a Gotch-style piledriver!
Lacklan now quickly kicks Turruro a few times, until he tumbles out of the ring under the bottom rope, and goes for a cover on Adam Cameron himself!
...1...2...
...KICKOUT!
Lacklan rises quickly, looking frustrated at the referee, who only holds up two fingers. The audience suddenly grows loud in support of Adam Cameron, who finally crawls to the ropes, and then finally to his feet!
Of course, Jean-Paul Lacklan is quickly upon him, throwing a few elbows into Cameron's face and temples, again rocking Cameron, who clearly hasn't had the best of things going for him in the match.
Another Roaring Elbow from Lacklan, and...Cameron ducks it! Falling back on his pure strength, Cameron rocks Lacklan with a roundhouse punch, which temporarily halts Lacklan's offense!
Lacklan quickly advances again, and Cameron ducks, back-body dropping Lacklan all the way over the ropes and to the floor outside the ring! Cameron slumps to the mat, using the moment to catch his breath, while the referee checks on him.
Out of sight, though, outside the ring, Jacob Turruro has since seized his chain from the corner, and has wrapped it around his fist! A hard punch to Lacklan's jaw drops the slowly-rising giant, and Turruro follows up by grabbing hold of Lacklan's right leg and driving his chained-fist into Lacklan's knee, over and over!
The referee soon turns his attention away from Adam Cameron, checking on the action outside the ring, and Turruro is quick to wisely throw the chain away, under the ring. The audience boos maliciously at Turruro for his actions, which he only responds to with a twisted grin!
As if he hadn't already done enough, Turruro yanks Lacklan back to his feet, and with a ridiculous display of strength, he clinches and launches the big man with a release overhead belly-to-belly suplex, which sprawls Lacklan right across the steel steps, with a clang!
Turruro rises again, leering at the crowd, seeming to enjoy mightily their hate, when Adam Cameron leaps from the apron, stunning Turruro with a double axehandle right across his head!
The surprise doesn't last long, though, as Turruro rears back again for a roundhouse punch, but Cameron again ducks it, finding the waistlock instead! Before Turruro can react further, Cameron's lifted him off the ground, for a German suplex!
...No!
He stalls at the top of the lift, and turns it into his patented Dirty Bomb, right on the floor, outside the ring! The audience goes wild, as Adam Cameron glances around, realizing that between Lacklan sprawled over the ring steps, and Jacob Turruro out at his feet, it appears to be his match to lose!
Cameron lifts Turruro up, and shoves him into the ring, covering him!
...1...
The count is made once...
...2...
...twice...
...KICKOUT!
Jacob Turruro won't stay down, and even just after kicking out, he's got that determined, sick look in his eyes! Adam Cameron keeps him down as best as possible with a flurry of stomps and punches, but Jacob is sure-enough rising! He clinches close to Cameron...
...and Cameron suddenly jolts back, clutching his forehead in pain, where a small amount of blood is now flowing! The audience further rains boos and jeers down on Turruro for biting Cameron, as again he appears to relish, if not grow stronger, from their disdain.
Turruro roars toward Cameron, and the two grapple for a moment, before Cameron again appears to gain the advantage, outwrestling Jacob Turruro! This time, though Turruro will have none of it! He rips free of Cameron's grasp, and hunches him over with a hard punch and then a diving headbutt to Cameron's abdomen!
From there, Jacob Turruro uses a gutwrench-lift to yank Cameron off of his feet, and charges across the ring, slamming Cameron into the turnbuckles upside down! Turruro pulls away from the corner, looking to maliciously reverse-powerslam Cameron in the middle of the ring!
Cameron manages to grab hold of Turruro's head on the way down though, and with his weight shifted, Cameron lands on his feet instead of his torso! He's got Turruro upside down now behind him, and simply drops to the mat with a punishing Emerald Driver!
He passes up on the cover opportunity, though, perhaps looking to put Turruro away for sure, as he lifts the MMA bruiser up, looking to hit his trademark fisherman brainbuster, the Depth Charge! It may not come to fruition, however, as by now, Jean-Paul Lacklan has finally recovered from Turruro's vicious chain-fueled assault, and is waiting on the ring apron!
That won't even matter, though, as Jacob Turruro somehow kicks free of Cameron's grasp anyway, falling behind him! He shoves Cameron hard forward, just as Jean-Paul Lacklan leaps to the top rope, and leaps toward the two in the ring with a crucifix plancha!
BOOM!
Turruro blasts the incoming Lacklan with a monstrous punch to his jaw, and the big man crashes and burns to the center of the ring, where he tumbles to all-fours, looking almost completely stunned! Turruro smirks at the blank look on Lacklan's eyes, before lunging at Adam Cameron... who quickly drops and pulls the rope down with him! Turruro flies over the rop rope to the outside!
Adam Cameron doesn't hesitate, as he sits up, waiting for Lacklan to rise. With the fans egging him on, they wait...
THE DECLINE!
Adam Cameron roars out from the corner, spearing Lacklan, driving him to the canvas with The Decline! Without a second thought, Ad-Cam goes for the cover...!
...1...2...
...
Jacob Turruro is unable to break the count...
...3!
The referee calls for the bell, and raises Adam Cameron's arm in victory! The referee slowly helps Jean-Paul Lacklan out of the ring, while Cameron climbs to the second turnbuckle closest to Jacob Turruro, and stands victorious, high above him.
Jacob Turruro looks incensed, but slowly steps away, back around the ring, before retrieving his chain from under the apron. He wraps it around one fist, and backs up the entrance ramp, scowling and promising revenge on Adam Cameron.
The victor, Adam Cameron, for his part, motions for Turruro to bring it, but Turruro continues to the back, shaking his head in anger.
With Turruro finally out of sight, Cameron raises his arms again in victory, celebrating a debut win, when the cheers suddenly dissipate. Lacklan has slid back into the ring, and this time with his dreaded Knocker! He stands, waiting for Cameron to turn so he can blast him right to the face with the hammer...
...when the hammer is suddenly yanked away from his grasp by Stevie Swing, who came in unseen through the crowd, behind Lacklan!
Jean-Paul turns, his features suddenly growing particularly menacing... and then slack, as Swing clobbers him right upside the head with the Knocker! Seeing this, Adam Cameron quickly slides out of the ring, not looking for any part of the hammer, as Swing steps slowly over Lacklan's motionless form.
Indeed, Lacklan appears to be out cold from the blow, as Swing stands above him, motioning for a microphone! A stagehand retrieves one for her, but all the while her eyes remain on Lacklan's form.
Finally, she looks up, and raises the microphone to her lips.
Stevie Swing: In the midst of this constant cock-fight that is the World Title scene, everyone seems to have forgotten one little thing.
The audience seems frozen, waiting for her to continue.
Stevie Swing: I never got a rematch for that belt. I'm not hear to say I want one, or that I deserve one...I'm hear to DEMAND the one that I'm owed.
She drops the microphone beside Lacklan, before sliding out of the ring, and making her way to the announcer's table.
Winner: Adam Cameron
Corey Page: Are you sure you should be playing volleyball -- especially after what Corey Ashton did to you? I mean, he tried to break you in half!
Grunting, Morgana turns to Corey.
Morgana: I'm fine.
Corey Page: I mean... you also have a match against "The Creep", which is up next!
Again, she grunts.
Morgana: I'm fine.
Unfortunately, this lapse in concentration results in the ball being spiked back towards her, smacking her in the face. Rebounding off her cheek, leaving a bright red mark, the ball comes to a stop at Corey Page's feet, which are buried in the sand.
Corey Page: "Fine", you say.
Bending over, he picks up the ball, looking at it, noticing the face of Corey Ashton on it. Within seconds, Morgana plucks the ball out of his hand and spikes to the other side of the beach, her hand slapping against the face.
Morgana: I told you... I'm fine.
Walking past Corey Page, she exits the playing area and heads towards the entrance section.
Corey Page: Hmmm... she seems weird.
He continues eating his popsicle, paying no mind to anything else.
Corey Page: Oh well.
He shrugs and the image fades out.
Corey Ashton: Creep! What's up, man? Let me introduce you to the newest members of the S.O.S! My brother, Eric, and Adam Cameron!
Carson looks confused as he stands up, squinting his eyes at both of the newcomers. Eric Ashton is completely quiet, as Adam Cameron walks up to Carson and extends his hand for an awkward handshake.
Adam Cameron: Nice to see you again, Chris.
"The Creep" turns to Corey, now with a glare in his eyes, and shakes his head in defiance of the declaration.
Chris Carson: I don't think so, kid. You never told me about this or anything. So, no disrespect to you two; but you're not in this group.
This doesn't sit well with Corey Ashton at all. He gets right in Chris Carson's face and starts berating him.
Corey Ashton: What the fuck are you talking about, Creep? I brought in reinforcements! You haven't been watching my back worth a shit anymore. I needed to cover my bases. You better say this is okay or you might not like the consequences.
"The Creep" doesn't back down and gets right into Corey's face, the tension being able to be cut with a knife. Off to the side, Adam Cameron and Eric look ready to jump Chris Carson, in case fireworks flare up.
Chris Carson: My decision is final, kid. Let's not forget who has pull here as World Champion. Now, I have to get ready for the show. You can either do what you have to do or get out of my face. What's it going to be?
Corey debates this in his head for a moment. He backs down soon thereafter and nods his head in agreement. He lifts his arms up and waves "The Creep" off with a smile.
Corey Ashton: You're right, Chris. I need to do what I need to do. Good luck out there, big guy.
Corey and "The Creep" embrace and shake hands. The handshake is held a little long before Carson withdraws his hand, with a menacing glare spread across his face. Corey then turns on his foot and exits the scene, with his would-be entourage in tow.
On either side of the entrance two pyros explode, sending columns of fire blazing toward the ceiling. The image fades out of existence and the circus music dies abruptly. The arena is thrown into silence again, save for the anticipatory rumblings of the crowd, before "Circus" by Britney Spears bursts from the sound system.
there's only two types of people in the world
the ones that entertain, and the ones that observe
well baby i'm a put-on-a-show kinda girl
don't like the back seat, gotta be first
all eyes on me in the centre of the ring
just like a circus
when i crack that whip everybody gon' trip
just like a circus
The sound of a car engine starting revs onto the speakers and roars from acceleration, transitioning into the opening of Rev Theory's "Kill the Headlights". The reverb from the guitar coincides with a glow from the SinTron that slowly intensifies and spells out "CREEP" in headlights.
The crowd is on its feet as Chris Carson come out onto the entrance stage, ready to fight. With the World Title around his waist, Carson throws up his right hand, index finger and pinky extended at to the side like a "C". The headlights behind him throb to the music as Carson walks to the ring, slapping hands with the fans.
Just kill the headlights
I want you to see all that's inside
You'll get where you want
Take your hands off the wheel
Kill the headlights
You've got all you need on the inside
Just kill the headlights
Turn the radio up
Carson climbs into the ring and removes his belt, mounting the turnbuckles and lifting his title with a roar. He flashes the horns once again to the crowd, then retreats to other corner, removing his T-shirt and setting it on the top turnbuckle. Carson taps his chest twice with his fist, then touches his fist to the picture of his son on the T-shirt. Carson then sets the shirt and his title aside, already looking for his opponent, Morgana.
For the first time in over a year, Morgana and "The Creep" stand opposite of each other, ready to go one-on-one, in the center of the ring. As the bell rings, both Morgy and Carson circle each other, taking time to look out at Stevie Swing, who sits behind the announcer's desk, roaring signs of disapproval at both of them.
Nevertheless, they soon turn their attention away from her, opting to lock-up in the center of the ring. Things begin with a headlock from Chris Carson, but soon has Morgana ripped from his clutches, as she swiftly stands behind him and then jumps onto his shoulders.
Pushing her off his shoulders, setting her in front of him, he tries to grab onto her from behind, but she again slips away from him. Instead, she slides between his legs, jumps up to her feet and dropkicks him from behind, sending him chest-first against the ropes.
Jumping up, she tries for an O'Connor Roll, but the current World Champ holds onto the top rope, sending only Morgana rolling backwards. As she gets to her feet, he charges at her, looking for a clothesline, but is soon taken down with a drop-toe-hold. Leaping up, she jumps towards his head, looking for a headlock of her own, but he gets to his face, still having her hold onto him.
Lifting her into the air, into a back-suplex position, he is taken aback when she flips over his left shoulder and lands safely on her feet. Jumping up, she underhooks her feet beneath his armpits and tries to roll him up from behind, even reverse-jackknifing his legs down.
The referee is quick to count...
...1...2...
However, "The Creep" is able to push Morgana clearly off him, using his leg strength to his advantage!
Both competitors jump up, with Morgana looking for a swinging neckbreaker. "The Creep" retains his standing base, though, as he simply swings his body around, still on his feet and latches onto her with a reverse-waistlock. Seconds later, he is going for a German suplex...
...but Morgana wraps both legs around his waist, halting the momentum. As a matter of fact, this allows her to victory roll him forward, pinning him to the canvas...
Again, the referee counts...
...1...2...
At ringside, even Stevie Swing thinks the match is over, slapping her hand off the announcer's table, calling for the end. Alas, "The Creep" kicks out with vigor, at the count of two!
Preceding these succession of maneuvers, Morgana and Carson rise, even shaking hands, much to the joy of the fans. Stevie Swing, on the other hand, rolls her eyes and demands bloodshed. Not long after this, Carson applies another side-headlock.
Seconds later, Morgana has him backed against the ropes. Delivering some elbows to his ribcage, she tries escaping from his hold, but he keeps it locked tight. To make matters worse, he flips her over, making sure to apply the side-headlock, as she lays on the canvas.
Soon, the fans cheer for her to rise; with the exception of Stevie Swing, that is, who is sending some of her own jeers towards Carson and Morgy. Thinking quickly, she wraps both of her legs around "The Creep"'s head, using her leg strength to rip him away.
When she is free, Morgana hops onto her feet, catching "The Creep" before he can stand, with a snap-dropkick to the side of his head! Peppering him with some fists and slaps, she backs him against the ropes and whips him out.
However, at the last second, she has the whip reversed.
Ducking down, "The Creep" goes for a backdrop, but is surprised when Morgana returns, jumps onto his back and nails a standing-moonsault onto him, as he remains hunched over! "The Creep" gets flattened to the mat, allowing for Morgana to charge into the corner and spring to the top rope.
Jumping off with a somersault, Morgana looks to land onto "The Creep", but he has differing plans! On her way down, she is caught by Chris Carson, who drives her hard into the canvas with a sit-down powerbomb! Furthermore, he places his feet over her shoulders, looking for the pinfall.
The referee counts, with Stevie Swing thinking the match is over, yet again...
...1...
The referee counts once...
...2...
...twice...
...
Kickout from Morgana!
Looking surprised, Chris Carson steps up, grabs onto Morgana's pink hair and drags her to a kneeling base. Using some closed fists, he hammers Morgy across the temple, even striking with some knees.
Lifting her up, Chris Carson goes for a suplex... but Morgana is able to easily roll through the attempt and land on her two feet! Sprinting towards the ropes, she uses the middle rope as a springboard and comes vaulting back, looking for a dropkick. However, Carson steps inward, allowing him to latch onto her legs and drop her back onto the canvas!
With both of her legs grabbed, he goes to turn her over, looking for a Boston Crab... only to have Morgana reach up and inside-cradle him!
Caught by surprise, Carson is privy to a pinfall from the referee...
...1...2...
No! He rolls over, reversing the small package in his own favour...
...1...2....
No! This time, Morgana kicks out!
At approximately the same time, both Morgy and Carson rise, with the fans egging them both on. They charge towards each other, with Morgana ducking beneath a clothesline. From behind, she connects with a somersault-dropkick, sending Chris Carson barreling towards the ropes, where he begins to catapult over the top rope.
Hanging upside-down, as if he is trying to save himself from being eliminated in an Over The Top Rope Match, his efforts are soon thwarted by Morgana, who runs forward and nails him with a dropkick! As a result, Chris Carson spills to the outside, coincidentally landing with a splat on the floor, at the base of the ring announcer's table.
Right away, Stevie Swing stands up, laughing at "The Creep"'s expense, even threatening to pour some water in his face. Mouthing some words of hate, even demanding a rematch for the World Title, Stevie gets in his face, wanting to offer as much strain to him, as possible.
In the meantime, Morgana is in the ring, climbing to the top turnbuckle pad, while Stevie dumps some water on Carson's face, annoying him. As soon as this happens, he jumps to his feet, getting in Stevie's face, grabbing her by the collar, threatening to knock her out, much to the joy of the fans. However, seconds after that, Morgana leaps into the air like a reckless rocket, contorts her body around and takes down both "The Creep" and Stevie Swing with a dive!
The trio spill onto the floor, in every which way, with Morgy being the first to stand. Grabbing her opponent, the current World Champ, she forces him up, slams his face off the ring apron and then pushes him inside. Stepping onto the ring apron, she measures him up, as he lays parallel to the ropes, and uses the top rope to springboard herself back into the ring. With a springing Shooting Star Press, she lands on the World Champ and even hooks a leg, looking for the pinfall!
The referee is quick to count...
...1...2...
On the outside, Stevie Swing finally stands, using the ring announcer's table to help herself up.
...
...which is just as Chris Carson kicks out!
Annoyed at this, Morgana stands back on her feet, walks into the corner and climbs to the top rope. Up here, she eyes an agitated Stevie Swing walking around on the floor, deciding to moonsault off the top turnbuckle pad.
As she soars through the air, "The Creep" soon realizes his predicament and begins to roll away from Morgana, who is able to luckily land on her feet! Using the kinetic energy, she soon does another standing moonsault, hoping to land on him. Alternatively, he rolls towards her, making her land uncomfortably on her face, hitting nothing but canvas!
On the floor, Stevie Swing, gritting her teeth, has to be held back by Lex Robinson from getting into the ring. Not seeing this, Carson fully focuses on Morgana, pulling her up to another kneeling position. Bouncing off the adjacent set of ropes, he comes torpedoing back, nailing her with a running-knee to the face, dropping her on her back. Not only that, but he lifts her back up, places her in a standing-headscissors and lifts her up into a powerbomb position. Thinking quickly, though, she is able to use momentum to completely jump off his shoulders and land behind him.
Turning around, Carson almost walks into a snapping kick from Morgy, but catches her foot at the right time! Flipping her completely backward, she is able to land on her feet, with "The Creep" looking to nail a standing lariat, just as she lands...
...but she ducks and goes for a backslide...
Using his strength and size advantage, the World Champion maintains his balance, watching as an angry Stevie Swing pulls away from Lex Robinson and slides into the ring. With some quick thinking, he bends forward, bringing Morgana over with him, stopping her backslide attempt. Not only that, but she completely flips over him, allowing her to negate the incoming attack from Stevie Swing by wrapping both feet around Stevie's head and tilt-a-whirl headscissoring her to the canvas!
Flung to the mat, an enraged Stevie Swing gets back up, only to bare witness to Morgana 3/4 facelocking "The Creep". Charging at Stevie, Morgana uses her to climb into the air, eventually pushing off Stevie's chest with her feet, looking for the Fata Morgana!
Maintaining a standing base, though, "The Creep" forces the former World Champ to go up-and-over him, landing on her feet. He also notices Stevie Swing charge towards him, about to nail him with The Last Dance superkick...!
He ducks...!
Bam!
Morgana is struck in the face with the superkick from Stevie Swing!
Upon seeing this, the referee immediately calls for the bell, ending the match, giving Morgana the disqualification victory! Despite being on her back, the referee raises Morgana's hand, while "The Creep" can only look on, annoyed.
Taking a step back, Stevie Swing laughs at Chris Carson's expense... only to soon be decked by the World Champion, knocking her on her rear!
The crowd roars in approval, as Stevie Swing rolls out of the ring, holding her jaw. As she marches to the back, kicking sand on her way, she points at "The Creep", signalling she wants the World Title back in her possessions. He glares at her, making sure she exits to the back, while turning around and aiding Morgana up to her feet.
Standing opposite of each other, they share an awkward glance, with Morgana holding her jaw, having been kicked by Stevie Swing. The World Champ extends his hand, despite Morgy in the middle of a heated battle with Corey Ashton, "The Creep"'s partner. After some initial reluctance, she accepts the handshake, getting a grand applause from the fans, who are on their feet!
Handing the World Title over to "The Creep", Morgana pats him on the back and exits to the back, victorious, but allowing "The Creep" to soak up the cheers.
Winner: Morgana
Corey Page: Yes, me want cookie. How much for five kilos?
Deuce Diamond, Corey Ashton’s manager, walks in front of the desk and interrupts the business call, grabbing the phone's receiver and hanging it up.
Corey Page: Hey, what the hell, man?! Can’t you see I’m on the phone here? I had a very important call there! Cookie Monster had the good stuff for me!
Deuce Diamond: This business is much more important! THE Deuce Diamond is here to discuss business about my client, Corey Ashton! I’m sick of your shenanigans! They're ruining his career!
Corey Page looks shocked. He pushes the phone aside, his eyes wide.
Corey Page: Wait, Corey Ashton has a career?!
Deuce Diamond: Enough with the jokes. You owe me, Page. Putting Corey up against Casanova and Turner? That's suicide! I demand you assign a special enforcer for the main event tonight! I think Adam Cameron would be a great candidate for the position.
Deuce nods along as Corey leans back in his chair and gives it some thought. Page seems to be mulling all of the options over in his head. A really complex answer is being prepared by Sin Wrestling’s owner.
Corey Page: No.
Deuce Diamond: What?! Why the fuck not? He's impartial!
Corey thinks a little more, his fingers pushed together.
Corey Page: Tell you what. I’ll put in a special enforcer in the match, but it won’t be Adam Cameron.
Deuce Diamond: If not Adam, then who?! Ashton is my prized client!
Corey Page: The World Champ, that's who! If he can pull himself away from that lunatic, Stevie Swing, that is. If she wants her re-match, then she has it... but not tonight. She can have it at Over The Top Rope.
Deuce stands across from Corey, looking at him with bewilderment.
Deuce Diamond: ...I don't give a shit about Stevie Swing! Adam Cameron should be--...
Corey interjects.
Corey Page: Yes, yes; "The Creep" will be the special enforcer, making sure things don't get too out of hand.
Deuce Diamond: Ugh!
With that, Deuce turns around and exits the area, kicking sand as he leaves.
Over the Top Rope Match
"I can go out there tonight-- the materials you got-- make myself $15,000. Tonight! In two hours! Can you?"
"You hear me you fuckin' faggots?!"
it's the gorilla
and if they feel ya, they screamin' like
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Like Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
mistah, mistah
quick to get wit'cha
chick, if she get the whip for this
she be like
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Like Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Declan hushes the crowd and clears his throat before speaking to the audience.
Declan Turner: Now, folks,I know that I've been a bit of an asshole. Maybe a bit of an elitist. My intent to injure Ashton several times already has really made me think about my actions in this fed and where I belong in the heirarchy. I've come to terms with a few things and I'd like to extend an olive branch. I apologize sincerely.
Confused, the fans murmur at Declan's attempt at an apology. Declan Turner: I'm sorry because people like Corey Ashton and Chris Carson are your Champions. I'm sorry that people like Lacklan have the work ethic of a Hollywood trained chimp. I'm sorry people like that let you down. I'm sorry that Morgana got a Hogan contract and only shows up when it's convenient for her, depriving you people of what you really paid for.
Declan stops, shrugging and smiling as the crowd pops for Morgana.
Declan Turner: It's true. It's very fucking true. You didn't come to see me.
Declan laughs and nods as the crowd goes into a “WE SURE DID-N'T! *clap clap clap-clap-clap*” chant.
Declan Turner: And that's fine. The feeling is mutual, you backwater buttfuckers. But the point is, you still came. You still shovel money into this fed and frankly it's time Corey either put up or shut up and really came clean about the sorry state of affairs in this place. I'm sorry that an immortal vampire who bangs a crackwhore is your main source of wrestling entertainment. I'm sorry that Stevie Swing can't decide if she wants to be a man, a woman, a winner or a loser.
The cacophony of boos increases with each wrestler named.
Declan Turner: And I'm sorry that I didn't burn this place to the ground when I had the chance. I'm sorry you didn't take me serious when I threw Chris Extreme off of a cruise ship. I'm sorry you didn't take me serious when I set fire to Corey Ashton. I'm sorry you didn't take me serious when I speared Chris Carson through a steel cage. I'm sorry you didn't take me seriously, when I wrapped Stevie Swing in razorwire and beat the shit out of her in this – very – RING.
Garbage begins to appear in the ring as angry and upset fans show Declan what they really think of him.Declan Turner: And finally, I am sorry that the only reason any of us come out here week after week is for a paycheck. Because frankly, I don't give a fuck about any of you or your shitty little bean-eating offspring. I care about sponsors. And the more I shit on you, the more my bank account gets filled up. So hate on me, you fucking faggots. Because no one can hate me as much as I love myself. Now bring these bitches out. Give me the fucking title.
The venue is immediately cast into darkness. “Ready or Not” by The Fugees starts up over the sound system and Lauryn Hill’s smooth vocals send the fans into a booing frenzy. The song can mean only one thing; the impending arrival of Corey Ashton is near. The image of the Crescent Star appears, a symbolic nod to the first Ashton, flanked by four stars representing the most successful stars in the Ashton constellation.
Corey Ashton finally steps out into view. Another chorus of boos come raining down on the "Sultan of Swing". Ashton no-sells the fan’s reaction with a smug grin and makes his way towards the ringside area, with an incredibly sparkling ring robe adorning his body. Ashton walks up the steel steps and steps into the ring quickly, where he slowly takes his robe off, showing off the Television Title around his waist, neatly folds his robe and hands it off to a ring crew official. Next, he removes his title, also handing it off, making sure to keep an eye peeled on Declan, who attacked him at the beginning of the night.
As Corey leans in the opposite corner, waiting for the match to begin, Declan waves sarcastically at him, then pulls on the top rope. Both men sneer at each other and then look towards the entrance, awaiting the arrival of Casanova.
The lights go out as "Scream" by Avenged Sevenfold begins playing. On the SW-Tron, an image is seen and heard faintly, showing just the legs of a man walking down a hallway, apparently dragging a steel chair along, which is covered in patches of dried blood.
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.
This Television Title match will be fought with different rules. There will be no pinfalls, no submissions or knockout. In order to win this match, you must toss both opponents over the top rope and to the floor. However, for this match, there will be a special guest enforcer, as chosen by Corey Page...
The sound of a car engine starting revs onto the speakers and roars from acceleration, transitioning into the opening of Rev Theory's "Kill the Headlights". The reverb from the guitar coincides with a glow from the SinTron that slowly intensifies and spells out "CREEP" in headlights.
The crowd is on its feet as Chris Carson come out onto the entrance stage, holding the World Title over his right shoulder. On his way to the ring, he makes a sign towards Corey Ashton, who nods his head. and then Chris takes a spot near one of the ring posts. Out here, he'll look on the match, making sure everything is fought fairly, with nothing getting out of hand.
Assuming his position near one of the posts, he looks towards the attendant and signals for the bell to ring.
Ding... ding... ding!
Just as the bell rings, Casanova bursts across the ring, skipping past Corey Ashton, headed straight for Declan Turner, who positions himself defensively. As Casanova strikes him with a running-forearm, Declan bounces off the ropes, ready to strike with some punches of his own.
Back and forth, the two men swat at each other, while Corey Ashton stands back, letting both men duke it out. From his own corner, he watches his attacker from earlier in the night, Declan Turner, eventually fall victim to a beatdown with a wild Casanova, who traps him in the corner.
In here, Casanova connects with some brutal knees, forearms and back-elbow shots, which render Declan immobile. Within seconds, he Irish-whips Declan across the ring, sending him harshly into the opposite corner, making him roll up-and-over the corner turnbuckles and land on the outer portion of the apron!
Right away, Declan could be eliminated from this match, especially with Casanova charging at him. However, Declan ducks an attempted clothesline from Casanova, which would have definitely knocked him off the apron, eliminating him. Instead, he takes action by grabbing onto Casanova, hoisting him up and then dropping him back down with a uranage takedown from the outer portion of the ring apron!
Stepping back inside, Declan is quick to re-enter, not wanting to chance being eliminated. What he doesn't realize is that Corey Ashton is now getting involved in things, as he strikes Declan from behind with much vigor.
Using some elbows and forearms, Corey pushes Declan against the ropes and then whips him out. Upon the rebound, Corey ducks down, looking for a backdrop, but Declan wisely strikes with a double-kneelift, bringing both of his legs into Corey's face, smashing him back. Furthermore, he bounces off the same set of ropes he had just bounced off and returns with full-speed, looking for a spear...
Except Corey Ashton sees him coming...
Stepping aside, Corey Ashton uses this momentum to swing Declan into Casanova, who is taken down with the spear, instead!
Of course, to Declan, it doesn't matter whom he takes down. He's happy, as he straddles Casanova, striking him with some repeated fists. However, Corey soon joins both men, deciding to swiftly kick Declan in the back of his skull, knocking him away from the vampire, only to turn to Casanova, lift him up, and dump him back down with a side-by-side judo throw!
Casanova soon shrugs this off, though. Getting to his feet, he also shrugs off some forearms from Corey Ashton, deciding to simply lowblow him with a kick between the legs to make him temporarily motionless. Instead, he focuses back on Declan, seeing him rise to a one knee.
Out of nowhere, Casanova charges out from the corner, striking Declan with a Shining Wizard!
Just like that, Casanova is on top of Declan, pounding away at him with more fists, getting the fans riled up. Lifting Turner up, Casanova throws him into the corner, nailing him with a flurry of kicks and stomps, until Declan is barely conscious and in a seated position, in the corner.
As Casanova relentlessly beats down Declan, Corey Ashton comes up behind him, hooks onto both arms and headbutts him in the back of the skull. Trying to fight his way out of it, Casanova struggles, but soon has a rejuvenated Declan Turner beating down on him, having pushed himself to his feet.
With Corey holding onto Casanova, Declan is able to batter him with some fists, even striking him with some kneelifts and vicious uppercuts to the stomach. When the time is right, Corey Ashton Dragon-Suplexes Casanova, dropping him on his head!
However, with the adrenaline flowing, instinct kicks in for Casanova, who instantly jumps to his feet and connects with a clothesline/back-legsweep combo to Corey Ashton, gaining retribution for the suplex attempt!
Declan tries to put out the fire in Casanova, striking him before he can get back up, using some elbows for his arsenal. Whipping Casanova into the corner, Declan is about to follow in, hoping to nail a running, avalanche clothesline...
...only to get a boot to the face for his efforts!
Seeing Declan wobble back, Casanova hooks onto him, about to heave him over the top rope, eliminating him, but Declan is able to land safely on the side of the apron. At this point, Casanova tries laying the boots onto him, wanting to slide him out of the ring, but Declan fights back, using all of his body parts to hang onto the bottom rope!
Again, however, Corey Ashton creeps up on Declan, while Chris Carson looks on from the outside, approvingly. Right away, Corey wraps his arms around Casanova's head, trying to wear him down, while Casanova seems overly focused with Declan Turner, who remains hanging onto the bottom rope.
Using some elbows, which seem to hit the spot, Casanova frees himself, turns to Corey Ashton and boots him in the face with a big kick! After he pops right back up, Corey is again decked by Casanova, who then atomic drops him, bounces off the ropes and nails a somersault clothesline, which nearly lobs off Ashton's skull!
Towering over the Television Champ, Casanova gives him some kicks to the skull, even taking a second to drop a knee. Ultimately this leaves him open to a sneak attack from Declan Turner, who slides in underneath the bottom rope and levels Casanova from behind with a jumping knee-kick to the side of Casanova's temple!
Knocked into the corner, Casanova is beaten down by an angsty Declan Turner, while Chris Carson can only sit back, and watch in terror, as Declan pounds away at his fellow former World Champ. Lifting Casanova up, Declan shoulderblocks him against the ropes and then whips him out, sending him straight towards Corey Ashton, who receives a running-knee to the face from Casanova!
As Casanova turns around, about to focus on Declan, he is met with another running kick from Turner, who pulls him into a standing headscissors. Lifting him up into the air, Declan is surprised when Casanova is able to freely roll out of the attack, landing safely on his feet.
He is even further surprised when Casanova wildly swings his arm at him, looking for a clothesline. Dodging this attack, Declan bends forward, only to bring his right leg up, kicking Casanova in the face, knocking him against the ropes!
In here, Declan quickly follows in, trying to dump Casanova over the top rope, but the vampire holds on, opting to deliver some rapid-fire elbows to the ribcage of Declan, hoping for the best.
However, when a groggy Corey Ashton sneaks over, things take an odd turn.
Catching Declan by surprise, Corey comes up behind him and goes to fling him over the top rope!
Fortunately for Declan, he lands safely on the ring apron. Unfortunately, this leaves him in prime position for a big boot from a suddenly lunging Casanova, which catches him on the jaw, knocking him onto the outer part of the apron!
Luckily, Declan uses his right arm to wrap around the bottom rope, staving off elimination. He's unable to block the kicks and stomps from Corey Ashton, though; who uses all of his might to press down and apply pressure on Declan.
In the meantime, Casanova has stumbled off into the opposite corner, where he has literally plucked the turnbuckle padding off the turnbuckle. Looking at Carson, who is still on the floor, Casanova throws the padding at him, not concerned with any sort of special reinforcements. Headed towards his two opponents, he nails Corey from behind with an axehandle, attempting to slightly toss him overboard. Fortunately for Corey, he is also able to hang on, giving him safety on the ring apron.
Casanova focuses mostly on Declan, though. Forcefully lifting Turner up to his feet and dragging him back inside, Casanova grabs him by the hair and sends him flying face-first into the unprotected corner! As Declan turns around, a tiny wound on his forehead, Casanova begins to repeatedly smash him with his fist, getting Declan's pound on his hand.
The blood becomes even more evident after several more strikes, with Casanova even chopping Declan across the chest, leaving behind a bloody handprint! This symbol remains there, as Corey Ashton comes running back in, hoping to hit either Casanova or Declan with a running shot.
Casanova turns around, viewing the Television Champ headed straight towards him. Without a second thought, he ducks down, backdropping Corey over the top rope... and onto the floor!
...but Corey doesn't land on two feet! Thanks to his own efforts, Corey Ashton goes over the top rope, landing only on one foot! Hopping around, he gleefully points at his foot, with "The Creep" even telling him to get back inside!
Like an overjoyed kid, Corey Ashton rolls back inside, much to the dismay of the fans. Right away, he attacks Casanova and then offers some kicks to Declan Turner, who is leaning against the middle turnbuckle, a slight trickle of blood rolling down his head.
Grabbing Declan, he repeatedly slams his face off the exposted turnbuckle, the metal buckle bashing into Declan's skull, while Casanova remains on his knees, watching curiously. Pleased with what he sees, Casanova cowers around Corey and Declan, watching as Ashton tosses Declan Turner back, dropping him into a pit of his own blood.
Moving in, Casanova kicks Corey, back-elbows him and then sits him on the top rope. Going into dangerous territory, Casanova climbs up with Corey Ashton, hammering him with some fists. Teetering on the middle rope, Casanova continues to beatdown Corey, who desperately tries fighting back, but to no avail. Casanova is just seconds away from hitting a superplex.
In the middle of the ring, a bloody Declan Turner realizes this. Running in, he immediately tries pushing Casanova to the floor, but receives an elbow to the head for that. Instead, he climbs up alongside Casanova and Corey Ashton, striking them both with various uppercuts and right-handed punches. Eventually, he has both men dazed, allowing him to hook onto Casanova and nail him with a brutal uppercut to the jaw!
Corey Ashton sits back, watching as Declan and Casanova exchange rights and lefts. Soon thereafter, Declan gains the upperhand, halting his elimination attempt, only to grab onto Casanova and twist him around. Within seconds, Casanova is lifted into the air and Declan jumps off the top rope, hitting the Grand Hustle -- a vertebreaker off the top rope!
The fans go nuts as both men hit in the ground hard!
Obviously the first up, Declan rises, seeing Corey Ashton jump off the top rope, aiming straight for him. Out of nowhere, Declan jumps at Corey, knocking him out of mid-air with a spear! With the crowd roaring and Chris Carson looking on in amazement, Declan lifts Corey up, kicks him in the stomach and then bounces off one of the adjacent ropes. Springing back, Declan jumps into the air and nails the Blood Money onto Corey, bringing his leg down across his neck like a huge axe!
Peeling Corey Ashton off the canvas, pretty much having him unconscious, Declan throws him against the ropes and begins to try and eliminate him from the match. Looking on with horror, Chris Carson can only watch as his S.O.S. ally is almost dumped over the top rope. Luckily for Corey, he is saved by Casanova, who uses a last ditch effort to lowblow Declan between the legs!
On the outside, Chris Carson warns Casanova of this, but the vampire doesn't respond, thanks to being too wrapped up in the match. Slowly, but surely, Casanova uses the ropes to stand, turns around and views a bloody Declan hunched over, holding his testicles.
With numbness in his eyes, Casanova bounces off the ropes, still feeling the effects of the previous Vertebreaker, but has enough energy to roar back, nailing a running-boot to the face, flattening Declan! This kick sends a trail of blood through the air, splattering across the back of Corey Ashton, who remains hung out across the ropes, trying to regain his life.
Even Chris Carson reaches up, lightly slapping Corey across the face, trying to revive him. Corey can't say that "The Creep" doesn't help him. Not this time, anyhow.
Upon seeing this, Casanova hustles over, kicking Carson away from Ashton, not wanting him to get involved. Turning back around, facing his nemesis, Declan, Casanova looks at the blood, which trickles faster down Declan's forehead and commences rubbing it all over Turner's face.
Dripping some of the blood on his own tongue, Casanova begins to recklessly slap the piss out of Declan, even adding in a few punches, for good measure. Forcing Turner up to his feet, Casanova continues to rip and pry at the flesh wound. Whipping Declan into the ropes, he catches him on the rebound with a tilt-a-whirl into a reverse-powerbomb, thus driving his face square into the canvas!
Declan rolls about, holding his wound, blood pumping out of it, thanks to being dropped facefirst on the canvas. Slowly, Casanova rises, standing above him, still with Corey Ashton laid out across the top rope, still dazed from the Blood Money.
Using both hands, a sudden surge of energy courses throughout Casanova's body, enabling him to throttle Declan's throat and lift him to his feet. Continuing through with the chokehold, he lifts Declan into the air, about to rush forward, hoping to heave him to the floor -- possibly even into the front row.
However, as he runs, Declan gouges his thumbs into Casanova's eyes, temporarily stunning and blinding him!
Gasping for oxygen, he quickly kicks Casanova in the gut, pulls him near and double-underlocks his arms. Flipping Casanova up into the air, Declan now charges forward, running towards the ropes. Soon, he has Casanova plunging over the top rope, sending him crashing all the way to the outside -- through the announcer's table!
The announcers, Lex Robinson Steve Hebert, go spilling out of the way! The microphones, monitors and headsets go flying into the air upon the moment of impact! The table smashes into pieces, with Casanova being eliminated by Declan, using a last ditch effort, out of nowhere!
Eliminated: Casanova
Casanova remains in a ball on the floor, amongst the broken pieces of announcer's table! Left in the ring is Declan Turner, who is on his hands and knees, blood squirting from his forehead; and Corey Ashton, who is only now removing himself from the top rope.
Rotating around, a groggy Corey Ashton sees Declan alone in the ring. He turns to his left, noticing Casanova eliminated. A wide smirk grows on his face, as he coyly creeps up behind Declan, watching with bated breath.
Stalking Declan, the current Television Champ waits for him to rise. Once he does, he steps towards him, latches on with a front facelock and goes for the ABC-DDT...
...but it's halted!
Declan drops to his knees, stopping the attempt. In response, Corey levels him with some knees to the chest and some punches to the ribs. Lifting him back up, he again goes for the ABC-DDT...
...nothing...
Again, Declan drops down, pushing all of his weight to the mat.
Becoming slightly volatile, Corey circles around him, kicks him until he's on his back and then hooks onto his ankle. Corey is about to switch him over onto his stomach, anticipating the ankle lock, when out of nowhere, Declan springs to life!
With his free, left foot, he pushes against Corey Ashton's chest, knocking him into the ropes, bouncing him off. Surprised, Corey charges on out, looking to strike again, but Declan armdrags him, sending him rolling over!
Popping back up, Declan sees Corey also rise. As Corey charges towards him, Declan side-steps the attack and brings him down with a drop-toe-hold, Corey's face landing square against the bottom turnbuckle pad!
To a mixed ovation, Declan moves into the opposite corner and charges out...
Bam!
A running curb-stomp kick to the back of Corey Ashton's skull, jammin him face-first off the bottom buckle! On the floor, "The Creep" looks horrified, offering Corey some words of encouragement, trying to downplay the apparent tension between the S.O.S. members.
Lifting Corey up, Declan drags him into the center of the ring, where he lifts him up and double-underhooks both arms. Again, he looks for the Celtic Spike, the same move that sent Casanova flying from the ring. Just as he's about to lift Corey up, Casanova jumps back onto the ring apron, having thrown the broken portions of the announcer's table aside!
Upon seeing this, Declan heaves Corey to the side. Instead, he faces his nemesis, Casanova, and goes to attack him. Casanova fights back, though; latching onto Declan! Back and forth, both men swat at each other, trying to outdo the other with punches!
In the meantime, Chris Carson has slid into the ring, behind everyone's back, including the referee. In here, he slowly revives Corey Ashton and slides back out, his job done.
Corey, looking like hell, stands to his feet, noticing Declan busy brawling with Casanova. In an instant, he steps forward, coming up behind Declan and grabs onto him. With some effort from a previously eliminated Casanova, who grabs onto Declan's head and ears, Corey Ashton throws Declan over the top rope, sending him onto the floor!
With that, the bell rings and the referee calls for the end of the match! Corey Ashton retains his Television Title!
As "Ready or Not" by The Fugees blasts over the speakers, Casanova and Declan continue brawling on the floor. Declan, looking shocked at what has just happened, repeatedly bashes Casanova's skull off the ring post; but an odd thing occurs...
Casanova just laughs the shots off, despite having a flesh wound of his own begin to appear. Declan, taking some steam off, begins walking to the back, getting jeered by the fans, watching as a dazed Corey Ashton celebrates with Chris Carson, inside of the ring.
Soon enough, Corey is joined by Adam Cameron and his brother, Eric Ashton, who join in the celebration, while "The Creep" steps aside. In a groggy state, Corey looks into the camera, which is being held by the cameraman, on the ring apron.
Corey Ashton: Morgana, you're next. You're a dead bitch.
Receiving his title, Corey falls to his knee, while medics tend to Casanova, only to have him push them all away. In the meantime, Declan Turner is halfway to the back, but has a microphone in his hand.
Declan Turner: Cut the music! CUT IT!
The beach goes quiet, except for the booing and Declan's voice.
Declan Turner: [exasperated, he begins to talk] First off, Corey Ashton...
The S.O.S. looks at Declan, from inside the ring...
Declan Turner: ...this ain't over between us.
He takes a second and then looks toward Casanova, who is pushing various medics and officials away.
Declan Turner: Casanova, you want me so bad?! You want to end this little disagreement? You really want to end my career? Then at Over The Top Rope 5, it WILL be YOU. VERSUS ME. IN A RAZORWIRE HELL IN A CELL!
The crowd goes insane at the prospect of such a bloody match.
Declan Turner: And if you or anyone else even TRIES to grow a brain and attack me, you'd better think twice. We've entered a new time and place. Gone are the days of hero worship and dredging up the past to excuse your present failures. THIS...IS THE AGE OF DECLAN TURNER!
As Turner screams his name, fireworks explode from the overhead lights as huge green and black banners fall one both sides of him, depicting him in a crisp business suit, smiling widely, over looking millions of people; one arm pointing out over the crowd.
Declan Turner: AND I'M NOT GOING TO BE DOING THIS ALONE! BECAUSE YOU WOULDN'T LET IT DIE! I'VE BROUGHT THEM BACK!
Suddenly, “Invisible Wounds” by Fear Factory booms over the sound system as Madison Paige-Matthews walks down to Declan's side, followed by Stephen Marquardt, and Declan's new girlfriend Cassandra St. Claire. All four of them raise their right arms above their heads, flipping off Casanova and Ashton.
Declan Turner: Say hello, boys! The Collective has returned!
The final images of the night are that of the S.O.S. inside the ring, celebrating their victory, while Declan stands atop the entrance, with the newly reformed "The Collective".
Winner: Corey Ashton