Event Date: Sunday, April 12th, 2009
Theme Song: Strung Out - "Bring Out Your Dead"
Corey Page: Chocolate... chocolate for everyone! Yay!
Out of nowhere, a masked Crux comes out to Corey, offering him some chocolate kisses. Corey takes the bag, looks at them and slaps them back at Crux.
Corey Page: What are you doing out here?! You're supposed to be facing Casanova! Get the fuck in there!
Even with the mask on, Crux looks glum and steps back inside the church, hating the idea of facing Casanova. Corey Page, on the other hand, returns to throwing candy at the kids.
Crux: Dear God, I want my Ultraviolence Title back. Thank you, God. Wait, are you even God? You're not even Jesus.
Suddenly, there's a loud bang and a roar from the crowd.
Crux doesn't move or react.
There's a second boom.
Still, Crux does not move.
BOOM!
Behind Crux stands the ominous figure of Casanova, who has been tossing pews aside, sending various fans fluttering. As a shadow pours over Crux, the masked man turns around, seeing the form of the former World Champion hovering over him. Within seconds, Casanova latches onto Crux, forcing him out of the pew and literally sends him flying through the air, knocking down several rows of pews!
Rather quickly, Casanova steps after him, as a crowd gathers around, watching as he lifts Crux up and bashes his face off another pew. Taking him back up, he whips Crux into one of the open confessional boxes, having the door slam behind him, locking him inside.
Casanova goes to follow in, hoping to unload some more punishment onto Crux... only to walk directly into the door that swings open! Crux stumbles out, seeing Casanova hold his face and decides to burst into action... by splashing some Holy Water on Casanova's face!
Crux: Now I have you!
Unfortunately, it has no effect.
As a matter of fact, Casanova laughs at this attempt.
Casanova: You've got to be kidding me.
Crux quickly kicks Casanova in the gut, shrugging this off. Seconds later, he dumps Casanova's head into the bowl of Holy Water, trying to drown him; with the vampire wiggling and writhing his way free!
Using an elbow shot to the ribs, Casanova breaks away from Crux, punches him a few times in the skull and then turns Crux's mask around on his face. Blinded, Crux can merely stumble about, not knowing what the fuck is his location. Sadly, this allows for Casanova to pickup the statue of the Virgin Mary and smash it across his back, dropping him to the ground and smashing the statue into pieces.
There's still no referee around, as Casanova grabs onto Crux's backward mask and lifts him to his feet. Within seconds, he flings Crux towards the wall of the church, sending him straight towards one of the windows.
CRASH!
Crux is sent flying through one of the stainless glass windows, having him smash onto the ground below, in a mass of glass shards. As if giving up on the match, Casanova turns around, holds his arms in the air and shouts out his dominance at the fans, some of which that cheer him; others that comletely jeer him.
Not having this match officially started, Casanova stumbles off, glad to have beaten the life out of Crux. The image soon fades out, headed to the backstage area.
Winner: n/a
Stevie Swing: I never believed in you.
With that, Stevie turns and walks away, making the Easter Bunny look quite glum. Oh well.
The bunny lays down the basket and also walks off.
Corey Ashton: For God's sakes, cut that music! Don't play my song on an organ! What do you think this is, Hockey Night in Canada? Haven't you people heard of an iPod?
The crowd's pretty vocal, and all of the boos echo in the church. Corey seems pretty keyed up, but Cameron manages to calm him down a little, all while Eric glares at the crowd. That hushes some people up.
Corey Ashton: Okay, okay. I shouldn't be mad about things. I mean, I'm still the TV Title champion, thanks to my brilliance last week! I'm not here to brag about it, but I must say I looked pretty damned good beating Declan Turner and Casanova!
The crowd boos at those names too, just to keep up their own reputation. Ashton's tone turns a little less harsh.
Corey Ashton: What I think needs to be covered right now, though, is a little bit of an emergency S.O.S. meeting. That's right--Carson, if you're in the back, we need to talk. And I mean now. None of this "call me later" crap. RIGHT NOW.
Cor-Ash waits patiently for a response, the crowd already starting a "Car-son!" chant. Corey gets his answer when Rev Theory's "Kill The Headlights" gets played on the organ. Chris Carson comes out from backstage with his World Title on his shoulder and a bag in his hand, but is not dressed to wrestle yet. He gets a pretty big pop from the crowd, even going to shake a few hands on the way down. He makes his way into the ring and accepts a microphone, all while the other three wrestlers wait patiently as the crowd takes a while to quiet down.
Corey Ashton: Carson. My man.
Carson pauses a moment, then accepts a handshake from a happier Cor-Ash.
Chris Carson: Ashton, let's not get too smug here. What's the deal callin' me out?
Corey Ashton: Easy there, killer. First off, I wanted to thank you for calling it down the middle for my match last time. Right nice of you to help the "Sultan of Swing" in defending his title.
Carson shakes his head when reminded about that.
Chris Carson: I called it fair, Ashton. That's what Page wanted outta me.
Corey Ashton: And the entire Ashton family thanks you for that, big guy.
Ashton's grin slowly drops into a frown.
Corey Ashton: However, we have a more urgent matter to cover. You do know that Turner is unleashing the hounds again, right? I wasn't too happy that you rejected Cameron and my brother Eric from the S.O.S. when we need them both now more than ever. Are you going to just let the S.O.S. stay unmanned while Turner builds his fleet again?
Carson's eyes narrow as he considers the feedback.
Chris Carson: You and me don't need more people in the S.O.S., Cor...
Corey Ashton: Yes, we do! I...no, WE need defenses! It's because the S.O.S. was understaffed that I ended up getting burned last year! We need recruits, Carson!
Carson's brow furrows from the tone of voice Ashton uses.
Chris Carson: You can't get help from your manager, Deuce Diamond? You REALLY need protection from those thugs? You don't think we can handle them ourselves?
Corey just shakes his head and mouths "No", while Eric and Adam wait patiently. Carson strokes his chin, then finally drops his bag. He pulls out three black pieces of fabric. He unfolds one and pulls it over his head, unveiling the white-and-red of the S.O.S. logo.
Chris Carson: All right, all right. Goddamn stop twistin' my arm about it. You want more into the S.O.S.? Then you got it!
Carson brushes by Corey to hand Adam a black T-shirt.
Chris Carson: Adam Cameron, you're in. You accept the invite into the S.O.S.?
Cameron grins to himself and takes the shirt.
Adam Cameron: You got it, man. Thanks, Creep.
Carson nods after a handshake, then turns towards Eric Ashton, who is already grinning like a pimp.
Chris Carson: And the other invitee into the S.O.S. is...
Eric holds out his hand for a handshake while Corey claps behind Carson's back. Carson, however, turns around and hands the T-shirt to Corey instead.
Chris Carson: ...Corey Ashton!
Corey appears shocked as the T-shirt is tossed into his hands, while Eric just stands there dumbfounded. Carson raises Cor-Ash's arm, giving him a toothy grin.
Corey Ashton: Whoa... whoa... whoa! I thought I was already in the S.O.S.!
Chris Carson: Not officially, but you are now!
Corey Ashton: What about my bro, Eric?
Chris Carson: Him? Sorry, Cor, but he looked horrible against Stevie last week. I don't want someone that even Stevie considers a "fag" in our group! He's not S.O.S. material until he can prove himself in the ring! He can choke...
Before Carson can even finish his sentence, Eric Ashton nails him with a punch to the jaw! He looks to give Carson a bigger beatdown, livid from the rejection, only for Corey to try to call him down, stepping between Carson and his brother. Carson takes a moment to readjust his jaw, then finally snaps, charging around Corey to nail a punch of his own to Eric's jaw!
The crowd suddenly goes from jeering to cheering as Carson starts to wallop Eric, mounting on his with a Lou Thiez Press and hammering away at Eric's skull, drawing blood almost instantly! Cameron keeps Corey from interfering in this fight while Carson drags Eric to his feet. The Creep punts Eric in the stomach, then hoists him up to lower the boom with a C.C. Bomb!
Carson kicks Eric out of the ring, then gets his microphone back to address the other two.
Chris Carson: Those who want Eric Ashton out of the S.O.S., say "aye"!
Carson raises his hand, along with Cameron and the fans.
Crowd: Aye!
Chris Carson: Those opposed, say "nay"!
Corey looks torn and shocked, but keeps his hand down.
Chris Carson: The "ayes" have it. Meeting dismissed.
Carson drops his microphone and slides out of the ring, marching up the ramp. Corey snaps out of it and looks over where his brother is unconscious and bleeding, with medics helping him to the back. Standing in the ring, along with Adam Cameron, Corey Ashton waits for his match to begin.
In the squared circle, Corey motions for Adam Cameron to stand on the floor, which he does. Corey begins preparing for his match, looking steadily at Jay, someone whom he has a noted history with.
The bell rings, and Ashton's smug grin fades into a serious sneer. Jay circles about Ashton to begin the match, and the two decide to tie up, the advantage quickly going to Ashton. He twists Jay's arm behind her and nails a shoulder block to drive her to a knee.
Jay returns to a standing base, only to receive another shoulder block to drive her down to her knee again. She manages to flip over, however, and instead of reversing the grip, Jay goes into a Capoeira kick, her foot nailing Ashton in the chin.
With Ashton holding his jaw, Jay bounces off the rope to land an axe kick at the back of his head. She goes into a roll-up, but doesn't even get a slap on the mat, as Ashton tosses her off and rolls to the apron, sliding out to consult with Adam Cameron. Jay quickly climbs the turnbuckles and leaps off for a splash, but AdCam is the only one to receive it, Ashton quickly darting aside.
Jay scampers to her feet to apologize to Cameron, only to get a lariat across the back of her head by Ashton. Cor-Ash recovers and rolls into the ring to stop the count, then comes back out and whips her into one of the ring's posts!
The crowd boos as Ashton starts to get the upper hand, pushing Jay into the ring. He crowds over her for a pin...
...1...2...!
Jay kicks out before Ashton can try to sneak his foot against the ropes for leverage!
Corey Ashton gets up and dusts himself off before pulling Jay to her feet. He stands side-by-side with her to hit a Russian leg sweep, but keeps the hold for a moment and drags her back up. Ashton then proceeds to hit another leg sweep, then completes a trifecta with a third sweep, going straight into a roll-up... only for Jay to reverse the pin!
The referee counts Corey's shoulders to the mat...
...1...2...!
However, at the count of two, Ashton quickly kicks out, eyes wide as Jay almost steals a pin from him!
His eyes widen as he's finally gotten tired of toying with Jay. Ashton finally unleashes his hounds, delivering closed-fisted punches to Jay's forehead. He draws blood on Jay's forehead, then stands up and wipes his hand on his trunks. He drags Jay to her feet and purposely clutches her into a belly-to-belly position, lewdly gyrating his hips and trusting his crotch at her, before he hits a suplex!
Cor-Ash takes a moment to taunt the crowd before he draws Jay to a limp stance. He gets Jay under his arm and lifts her up, doing a complete 360 revolution with her in the air before he drops her down in an ABC-DDT! He crawls over Jay for a pin...
...1...2...3!
Ashton grins toothily as he has his arm raised. Adam Cameron claps in support and enters the ring, raising Ashton's other arm in a friendly manner. The crowd expresses their displeasure as Cameron starts to escort Ashton out of the ring, but Ashton points to the backstage area. Cameron appears to understand as Ashton points to the title he's left in the other corner, so Cameron slides out of the ring and walks up the ramp to exit.
Ashton struts across the ring to grab his title, all while the referee is checking on Jay. Ashton stops once he has his title, then marches over to the referee and shoves him aside. Ashton starts to wail away at Jay's busted forehead again, blood all over his knuckles!
The crowd is as profane as they can be without swearing in a holy institution, while Ashton drops his title on the canvas. He hoists the limp body of Jay up and drops her with an ABC-DDT against his title, marking it red with her blood! Ashton, however, doesn't stop there, continuing to pound on Jay!
Fist after fist rains down on her head, until... the Easter Bunny, of all people - or things -- slides into the ring. Corey Ashton, standing to his feet, having beaten down Jay yet again, turns around, seeing the large rabbit in front of him.
As the rabbit begins throwing chocolate to the fans -- even taking a second to offer Corey some, the Television Champ soon becomes outraged at the interference, which enables the referees to rescue Jay from his rage. Going up to the rabbit, Corey pushes it into the corner and yells at the person beneath the costume to get out of the ring, which they seem to oblige.
Turning around, Corey views the referees about to roll Jay to the outside, wanting to unleash more damage onto her, previewing what he'll do to Morgana at Over the Top Rope 5. Picking up one referee, Corey tosses him aside, about to return to the attack... only to have the Easter Bunny come up behind him and tap him on the shoulder.
Enraged, Corey Ashton turns around... but receives a kick to the gut from the rabbit, who then hooks on a 3/4 facelock. Within seconds, the Easter Bunny jumps into the air and flips back, driving Corey Ashton's head to the canvas, and then pops up, removing its head.
Pink locks of hair emerge from beneath the bunny costume, revealing Morgana! Tossing the Easter Bunny's head into the crowd, landing on the lap of some 7 year old child, Morgana, having driven Corey into the canvas with the Fata Morgana, runs into the corner, with the fans going wild, cheering her on! Seconds later, she is on the top rope and she jumps off, soaring through the air, nailing the Morgasm onto Corey Ashton!
In mocking fashion, she hooks his leg and makes a count of her own...
"...1...2...3!"
Symbolizing a pinfall over Corey, Morgana jumps to her feet, letting the fans roar in approval, as she holds her arms in the air! Corey, on the other hand, rolls to the outside, looking embarassed, while holding his ribcage.
Furious, Corey Ashton walks to the back, getting taunted by the fans, while Morgana waves at him, also laughing at his expense. At the pay per view, it'll take 5 pinfalls to defeat the other... could Morgana's mock-pinfall be a sign of things to come? Or will Corey Ashton get his redemption?
At this point in time, it's hard to say, especially with the seething rage that's on Corey's face, as he exits to the back. Morgana, meanwhile, continues to celebrate in the ring, while an official aides Jay in walking backstage.
Winner: Corey Ashton
Declan Turner: Casanova, I just wanted to stop by and thank you for helping my plan come to fruition.
Casanova: What fucking plan? The one where I screwed you out of your title shot?
Casanova laughs, while Declan simply shrugs.
Declan Turner: Sure, that one; if thinking that “screwing” me helps you sleep at night. The point is; I came to offer you a deal.
Casanova: Does it involve you getting thrown in front of speeding Amtrak?
Declan Turner: In the briefcase that my associate is carrying, is a contract, stating that once we sign our names, Sin Wrestling... and neither one of us, will be held accountable for our actions until the completion of our match at Over The Tope Rope.
In deep thought, Casanova questions Declan, barely able to hold himself back from swatting him in the jaw.
Casanova: What's the catch?
Declan Turner: The catch is... you don't fuck with me for the rest of the night, until you sign the contract after the Main Event. And then... it's game on.
Casanova thinks hard, smirking.
Casanova: Deal.
Declan Turner: Shake on it.
Eyeing Declan warily, Casanova watches as Declan extends his hand and goes to accept the handshake. However, at the last second, Declan pulls away, only to quickly run his hand through his hair, laughing to himself.
Casanova: Go chase a fucking ambulance, asshole.
Declan Turner steps away, still smirking, while Casanova eyes him suspiciously.
The arena plunges into complete darkness, sending the fans at ringside into a total frenzy. Some flip open their cell phones, others hold their lighters up, all trying to get a glimpse of what’s going on. After about a minute of total black, Rihanna’s “Disturbia” begins to blare through the house speakers, accompanied by a deep red strobe light.
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be- dum bum
What’s wrong with me?
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be- dum bum
Why do I feel like this?
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be- dum bum
I’m going crazy now.
The arena goes dark again, and the fans continue to go crazy, only now their response is overwhelmingly negative. A spotlight shines onto the ramp, revealing the now famous pink glass and tissue paper vagina with its familiar silhouette.
The music kicks on again, and the spotlight is replaced by the deep red strobe from before. Stevie Swing bursts through the vagina as Rihanna sings and the fans boo and throw their garbage at the former World Champion. The Ironwoman of Sin Wrestling pays them no attention, strutting down to the ring in her moon boots and ring jacket.
Put on your pretty lies, you're in the city of wonder
Ain't gon' play nice, watch out you might just go under
Better think twice, your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise
Your mind's in Disturbia, it's like the darkness is light
Disturbia, am I scaring you tonight?
Disturbia, ain't used to what you like
Disturbia, disturbia.
Disturbia, am I scaring you tonight?
Disturbia, ain't used to what you like
Disturbia, disturbia.
Stevie slides into the ring, popping up onto her knees at the center of it. While the crowd continues to boo at a deafening level, she disrobes, revealing her attire—red bellbottom wrestling tights and a spandex halter top to match.
She dances in the center of the ring, in a jerky style that befits her theme music, as fireworks go off behind her. When the song dies and the lights return to normal, Stevie paces the ring, waiting for the match to get underway.
The lights return to normal and the bell rings. Sizing each other up, both competitors grapple together with a collar elbow tie-up. Adam is able to sinch his arm around Swings', pulling out away from her as he slides behind her in an side-arm wrench. Torquing the shoulder, she grits her teeth, slapping her shoulder to keep the circulation going. Adam torques it again, causing her to grunt.
Wrapping her other arm around his head, she floats beneath him with a snap mare! Adam flies heels-over-head, landing hard on his butt; momentarily dazed. Stevie bounds herself off of the ropes and lands a hard kick to the back of Adam's head, flipping him awkwardly on his side. In a second, Stevie stands over him lays some kicks to his back that send him towards the corner turnbuckle. Trying to make it back to his feet, he uses the ropes as leverage.
Before he can stand, though, Stevie is also there, grabbing hold of the top rope and slamming huge stomps into Adam's chest. The referee yells at Stevie with a five count, telling her to let go of the ropes. At four and a half, Stevie releases and backs off.
Rolling out of the ring, Adam holds his chest, trying to gasp for air. Quite pleased with herself, Stevie waves to the crowd with a huge grin, which generates a chorus of boos. Adam stands near the apron, in front of the announce tables, trying to shake the cobwebs, still.
Taking advantage of the scene, Stevie once again bounds herself off the opposite ropes and connects a baseball slide to Adam's face! The force sends him spiraling up and onto the announce table! Stevie stands up and points to her chest, pulling out a yarmulke, which she then fastens to her head before climbing the top rope. Signaling to the crowd, she leaps off with the Five Star of David, crashing on top of Adam, and destroying the table, in the process!
A wave of cheers go up from the audience from the awesome display of carnage, but the euphoria is short lived, however, as a wave of jeers soon explodes around the venue. Declan Turner is shown running down to the ringside area, with a steel chair in his hands!
Sliding inside, behind the ref, he stands up and clocks the ref over the back of his head! The audience begins to viciously boo, as sodas and beers fly through the air and into the ring at Declan. Sliding out of the ring, he sees Stevie charging at him. Thinking quick, he tosses her the chair, making her catch it. Without warning, Declan dents the chair with a powerful right fist, smashing the chair, which then smashes into Stevie Swing's face!
Moving away from Stevie, Declan lifts up Adam Cameron, slaps his face a few times to bring him out of his daze. Walking back over to Stevie, he rolls her into the ring and encourages Adam to get in there after her.
Wary of Declan's assistance, Adam is still trying to nurse himself back to moderate health. Using the steps to climb back into the ring, Adam makes his way over to Stevie, who lies motionless, as opposed to the referee, who is slowly becoming conscious.
Dropping down, Adam hooks Stevie's leg, looking for the count. In response, the referee begins a slow count, while Declan watches on from the outside...
...1...
...
...2...
...
...NO!
At the last moment, Stevie puts her foot on the lowest rope to break the count, making Declan livid!
Annoyed, Adam lifts Stevie up by the hair, only to have her catch him with a wind-up lowblow!
Regaining a new burst of energy, Stevie whips Adam into the ropes, while an angry Declan Turner stomps to the back. The fans are in disarray, not knowing sure of his interference. Adam Cameron, alternatively, bounces off the ropes, and ducks beneath an attempted Last Dance superkick!
Seeking a swing in momentum, Adam grabs onto her from behind, looking for a German suplex. However, halfway through the hold, he reaches around to her head, looking to drop her with a DDT -- a move called The Dirty Bomb. However, before she is dropped down, she is able to flip her way to freedom and land securely on her feet!
Bam!
Once she lands, she nails The Last Dance superkick onto Adam, whose head snaps back, as he crumples to the floor! Right away, she covers him, hooking a leg...
...1...2...3...!
When Stevie rises, the referee goes to lift her hand in victory, but she immediately pulls away and races out of the ring. With thoughts of Chris Carson, the World Title and Declan Turner in her mind, she runs to the back, leaving Adam Cameron in the ring.
Standing up, Adam looks disappointed with his loss, especially since he was representing the S.O.S.
Winner: Stevie Swing
Ace Rodgers: Stevie... Stevie... can I get a word?!
Steve is forced to stop as he steps in front of her.
Ace Rodgers: What was that about?! Why was Declan Turner out there?!
Stevie Swing: Well...
Ace Rodgers: How does this bode for your match against Chris Carson, for the World Title?!
Steve Swing: I'll kick "The Creep"'s rotten, yellow teeth down his throat.
Ace Rodgers: But what about Declan?!
Ace is almost breathless, as he continues to pop questions at Stevie.
Steve Swing: Fuck Declan. In fact, I'll fuck Declan in the throat with a big, purple dildo. Then I'll regain that fucking World Title.
Ace Rodgers: The official World Title match signing is next week, too!
Stevie Swing: Is that so? I see.
Ace Rodgers: Yup. But what about Declan--...?!
Stevie Swing: Shut the fuck up about Declan! Jesus resurrected!
Stevie turns to walk away, but Ace speaks up.
Ace Rodgers: Uh... thanks for the word. Have a happy Easter!
However, she suddenly stops and turns around.
Stevie Swing: Easter? I'm Jewish, asshole.
Pow!
Just like that, a maniacal Stevie Swing Last Dance superkicks Ace Rodgers in the jaw, knocking him to the ground! She tiptoes off, presumably in search of either Chris Carson or Declan Turner.
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
Kill the headlights
I want you to see all that's inside
You'll get where you want
Take your hands off the wheel
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.
HIT MY FUCKIN' MUSIC
The sounds of "Flesh and Blood" by Reveille plays on the speakers. After several tense seconds, Jacob "The Pitbull" Torruro 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.
Jacob Turruro roars out of his corner, with a vengeance, as soon as the bell rings, making a beeline for Chris Carson! A possible knockout roundhouse punch comes flying Carson's way, but "The Creep" calmly ducks it, and takes a step back, leaning through the ropes.
The referee backs Turruro off Carson, which infuriates the MMA brawler, while leaving the World Champ with a cocky smirk. The fans eat it up further as Turruro lunges again, only for Carson to sidestep, leaving the Pitbull to slam harmlessly into the turnbuckles.
Finally, Carson shifts toward the center of the ring, motioning for Turruro to bring it. He follows, this time much more cautiously, as he feints and weaves, trying to find a hole in Carson's defense to land a devastating shot.
Instead, he gets caught by a slap across the face from Carson, who loudly tells Turruro that if he's going to fight like a bitch, he's gonna get treated like one! This cracks the audience up, and leads Turruro to again charge at Carson. This time, the referee is shoved out of the way, as Carson is subject to a barrage of Turruro's knees and punches against the turnbuckle!
Carson catches a breather, and shoves the Pitbull into the corner, instead, before ramming several elbows against his face and head, trying to stun the raging Turruro. This fails, as Turruro flips Carson back in the corner, and quickly rears back, charging with a cannonball!
But Carson gets out of the way! Turruro reels, as Carson quickly locks on a front headlock, and proceeds to hammer kneelift-after-kneelift into Turruro's midsection! He smoothly snaps back into a neckbreaker, and follows that by hooking the leg for the cover!
...1...2...
Kickout! Turruro, seemingly stunned, barely gets the shoulder up at the last second!
Chris Carson is unimpressed, as he slowly lifts Turruro back to his feet, and locks and lifts him up...and blasts him to the mat with the C.C. Bomb!
Jacob Turruro slowly sits up, clearly favoring his back, as "The Creep" leans against the ropes in the corner, carefully watching Turruro. He motions to the crowd, shushing them... which of course, gets them cheering on their feet, as they see him motioning for the Silencer.
Stepping over to Turruro, "The Creep" moves into position... and Turruro, sensing the danger, grabs one of Carson's legs, yanking him quickly to the mat with a single leg takedown! He's still winded, too much so to follow up further, as Carson steps over him, and drops a hard knee into the back of Jacob Turruro's head!
He follows with another... and another! Carson looks as if he's simply lost interest in the bout, and now is just looking to finish things off as quickly as possible, as he laces knee after knee into Turruro's head, until the man finally appears to be unconscious.
"The Creep" finally stands up, again shushing the crowd, before crouching down and clamping the Silencer on Jacob Turruro. Turruro is of course, silenced, as the referee quickly calls for the bell, as Turruro is already unconscious.
His music begins playing, as Carson is handed his World Title belt, which he raises high over his head, to the cheers of all the fans in attendance. He glances down at Jacob Turruro for a long moment, before simply shaking his head, tossing the belt over his shoulder, and heading out of the ring.
Meanwhile, the referee calls for medics, as Jacob Turruro begins moving, but seems very dazed. Carson doesn't seem too bothered, as he raises the belt a final time, before making his way through the exit.
Winner: Chris Carson
An angry Declan Turner stands beside a confessional, talking on his cellphone.
Declan Turner: Yeah, it's bullshit. She didn't stay down. No, not like Rox—... OH SHI--
From off-screen, Stevie suddenly appears flying through the air, spearing Declan through the confessional! Wood splinters and debris explodes around them as Stevie mounts Declan and begins punching him squarely in the face.
Stevie Swing: YOU STUPID, SELFISH, SON-OF-A-BITCH! INTERFERE IN MY FUCKING MATCH?!
Picking Declan up by the head, she irish-whips him through large oak doors that burst off the hinges as Declan sails through. Lights flicker on in the darkened room, revealing it to be the storage room for musical instruments. Landing next to a piano, Declan struggles to get his footing. Pulling a large crash cymbal from a drum kit, she bashes Declan over the face with it, sending him slumping to the ground.
Stevie Swing: The fuck do you think you are?! Fucking with people? You and your worthless fucking friends! I told you the next time you saw me, I was going to fucking kill you!
Searching the room wildly, she notices tools for a piano tuner, complete with wrenches, snips, and other utensils. Spotting a spool of untethered piano wire, Stevie makes her way about snipping off a long piece.
Stevie Swing: Time to find yourself a doctor.
Wrapping the wire around her wrists, she drops across his chest, pinning his arms to his sides as she uses the debris for leverage, and proceeds to wrap the wire around his throat. Declan's eyes go wide and begin to slowly turn red as blood vessels begin to pop. A crimson line appears around the wire as Declan chokes. Stevie pulls him forward; their noses almost touching. Staring into his eyes, she grins, tightening it even more as Declan's eyes roll into the back of his head. Suddenly, security rushes in, pushing Stevie off and attending to Declan.
Stevie Swing: Hey! Let me go! This is bullshit! This isn't over Declan! You're fucking dead! YOU HEAR ME?! DEAD!
And the image fades out, showing Declan coughing and rubbing his throat, showing the red ring around his neck.
Crux: Uhm... hi.
Rubbing his arm, Crux eyes Roxy.
Crux: Can I have a rematch for my title?
Asking nicely, he awaits the response.
Roxy Erikson: No. Bend over and blow yourself.
Snorting, she walks off, making Crux look a little disjointed.
Crux: Now that wasn't very nice. I want my rematch!
Crux begins leaning against a statue of Jesus, thinking to himself, while accidentally placing his hand on Jesus's crotch.
No Disqualification 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!
The intro section of "Something in Your Mouth" by Nickelback begins to play, as the audience attention is drawn to the stage entrance with spotlights and low streaming gouts of sparkling pyrotechnics. On the SW-tron the letter R flickers smoothly on the black screen, directly above the letter E.
Heavier guitars come in hard as the main riff of the song starts, as the pyro erupts high into the air, while on the big screen eruptions flare out as well, finishing the original initials with "Roxy Erikson" as the crowd goes wild! Appearing at the entrance and stalked with multiple spotlights is Sin Wrestling's favorite party animal!
They say it's over budget but you pay her just to touch it
Come on!
Roxy Erikson dances her way to the edge of the entrance ramp, popping the corks on the bottle of champagne she has in each hand. She pours them over her body, which is barely clothed as in, in quite the trashiest of attire. She's wearing a barely-there bikini top, with a gaudily silver strip of fabric that may pass in extremely loose circles as a mini-skirt. Her shoes...well, her shoes are six inch glass heels, within which are live goldfish.
If Hollywood had called her she'd be gone before you holler
Come on!
As to further raise the bar, she dances her champagne-soaked way down to the ring, but not before hauling a trashcan of goodies with her. Dragging the can full of weapons to the ringside area, she begins flinging random objects inside, including golf clubs, an empty case of beer and even a frying pan. However, just as she goes to crawl inside, Declan charges at her, nailing her with a baseball slide dropkick, getting things underway!
Trying her best to escape from Declan's grasps, Roxy, who still has the frying pan in her hands, swings it and connects across Declan's head, knocking him back! Furthermore, she grabs his head and then plunges it into the ring apron, following it up by some slapping and clawing at his back.
With a shove, Declan pushes her back, trying to escape from her crazy wrath, but she continues to follow him, swatting and slapping away at him. Following up, she grabs his head and bashes it into the ring post and then whips him into a row of fans, who spread apart like the Red Sea.
Crashing into a pew, he lands, holding his head, making sure there's no blood. Roxy is quick to follow in, though, as she charges at him, leaps through the air and lunges at Declan. As a result, both competitors and the pew topple to the floor, with Roxy jumping back up, attacking Declan some more.
Clawing at his eyes, she goes back to the trashcan, removes a cheese grater from it and then races towards him, hoping to smash it against his skull. Declan has other ideas, though. Ducking down, he uses the Bastard Kick to strike Roxy in the face, forcing her to drop the cheese grater, which he then picks up and examines.
Watching as Roxy rises, he strikes her with the grater, knocking her back down again. A bloody scratch appears on Roxy's face, as she gets to a kneeling position, only to have Declan kick her in the sternum and then strike with the grater, for a second time!
The crowd grimaces as Roxy's face is grinded into the grater by Declan, who then kicks and stomps at her, until she's on the floor. Placing the grater over her face, he steps back, only to jump forward and stomp the cheese grater into her face, busting her open!
Roxy, the Ultraviolence Champion, fights back, with a salty grin on her face, with the crimson juice beginning to flow. Lifting her up, Declan throws her against the side of the ring apron and then blasts her face off the ring steps, leaving behind a splotch of blood, which disgusts him, fearing the possibility of Hepatitis -- or worse.
Nevertheless, he rolls her into the ring, picks up the trash can of items she brought to the ringside area and heaves it inside, along with her. Of course, the trashcan lands on her, also doing some damage, while Declan looks beneath the ring apron and pulls out a table.
Sliding it into the ring, he joins Roxy on the inside, only to have her jump up and go on the attack. With a stiff boot to the face, she stops him in his tracks, picks up a case of the beer and removes one of the bottles. In one swift motion, she smashes the beer bottle across Declan's head, splintering glass everywhere.
She immediately covers him, looking for a pinfall!
...1...2...
However, Declan easily kicks out at two!
Grabbing the lid from the trashcan, Roxy stands to her feet and waits for Declan to rise. Once he's up to his knees, she charges and slams the lid off his forehead, knocking him backward, tangling him in the ropes!
In here, Roxy claws at his eyes, trying to blind him, even rubbing some of her own blood against his corneas. With some kicks, she even stands on the middle rope, choking him with her left foot, even throttling his throat, trying to choke him.
Declan, privy to this, thinks quickly, tucks both of his arms beneath her legs and dumps her over his head, sending her tumbling all the way to the floor!
After landing on her back, shouting out in pain, Roxy tries to get up, but Declan reaches inside the trashcan, looking for some more plunder. He throws the case of beer at her, smashing the contents inside, disabling her from standing. He even pulls out a broken lampshade and throws it at her downed state, smashing it against her!
Finally, he pulls out an original X-Box. This fucking thing is huge. Waiting patiently, he waits for her to rise and moves next to the ropes. However, seeing him move in, like some sort of predator, Roxy jumps onto the apron and lowblows him with the Kendo stick! Thanks to this, Declan drops the X-Box, allowing for Roxy to pick it up; and from the outer portion of the apron, she's able to smash the gigantic gaming console against his skull, almost knocking him unconscious!
Removing one of the controllers from the trashcan, she uses the wire to begin choking Declan. The wire cuts into the maroon ring around his neck, which had been put there, thanks to Stevie Swing, making Declan violently struggle to breathe.
Roxy doesn't relent, though, as she pulls back, blood pouring from her face, while placing her left foot into his upper-back. She continues to pull back, trying to choke Declan back, her only mistake coming when Declan finds an opening, allowing him to pop to his feet, grab onto her and then back suplex her onto the trashcan!
Adjusting his sore neck, Declan gets back up, but Roxy also stands. Pushing away from the trashcan, she charges at him, trying to catch him in a hunched over position, with a boot to the temple. Declan simply avoids this by stepping aside, grabbing onto her for the second time, tucking his right arm under her leg, lifts her into the air and then drives her into the canvas with Blue Thunder Driver!
Standing up, Declan breathes heavily and then eyes the Kendo stick, which lays on the side of the ring apron, fresh off being whacked against his testicles. Grabbing it, he picks it up, turns around and focuses on Roxy. Without a second thought, he begins whacking away at her back, nailing her several times, finishing off with a brutal shot to the face, sending blood spilling from her wound!
Roxy wails out loud and stumbles back, until she is laying across the middle rope. Still with the Kendo stick in hand, Declan comes up behind Roxy, smirks and then pulls down her pants, until her bare asshole is showing to the crowd.
Placing the stick in between the cheeks of her asshole, he makes sure she remains laying across the middle rope, thanks to some stiff kicks to the back of her skull. Exiting to the outside, he grabs a chair and jams the Kendo stick further in her asshole, making it parallel to the canvas. Holding the chair up, he soon swings it forward, bashing it off the top of the stick, which sodomizes Roxy, possibly rupturing her colon!
Fans are in disarray, almost disgusted at the scene in front of them. Luckily, this enema doesn't loosen Roxy's bowels. It only forces her to fall to the outside and collapse to the floor; with the Kendo stick fortunately falling from her rear end. She howls out, rolling around the floor, while Declan remains inside the ring, laughing at her situation, while setting up the table he had brought into the ring.
Once the table is in prime position, he slides to the outside and picks up the Kendo stick. Taking the edge that had been jammed into Roxy's asshole, he threatens to touch various fans with it, until turning back to Roxy and rubbing it all over her face. After spitting on her, he jabs the edge of the stick into her gut, lifts her up and then hip tosses her onto the ring steps, letting her lay there, in obvious pain.
Declan climbs atop the ring step with her, too. Lifting her up, he places her in a standing headscissors position and then double-underhooks both of her arms. He pulls her up, going for the Celtic Spike onto the steel steps; but her squirming allows her to slide up and over his left shoulder, roll behind him and land on her feet, on the floor. On her feet, she is at his waist level, which spurs thoughts in her head.
Without thinking twice, she chomps on Declan's right thigh, biting into him, like a vicious animal!
He yelps, crying out loud and surprised at this attack! Using his right fist, he batters away the back of her head and neck, eventually escaping from the bite, but the damage has been done. Blood can be seen leaking out from his leg, with Roxy looking deliriously happy about this!
As Declan hunches over, holding his leg, Roxy steps onto the ring steps with him, grabs his head and then DDTs him onto the steel steps! Seconds later, she is choking him, making sure to focus on that red ring around his neck, trying to keep him down, making him want to quit the match.
Releasing her grip, she stumbles about, finding it difficult to walk, after having that Kendo stick jammed into her. Grabbing a golf club, she begins striking at Declan, who is on his hands and knees, trying to get away from her. Unfortunately for him, this crawling leads him to rolling across the broken beer bottles, having glass dig into his hands and knees!
With one last golf swing, Roxy violently blasts him across the asshole, sending him rolling forward. As he stands, he uses the steel post to gain his balance, with Roxy deciding to go for one more swing.
He ducks!
The golf club bends across the steel post, forcing Roxy to drop it... and for Declan to blindside her with a stiff right-hook to the jaw! This shot blasts the back of her skull off the steel post, dizzying her, allowing for Declan to roll her back into the ring.
Picking sparbles of glass out of his palms, Declan climbs onto the side of the ring apron, watching as Roxy goes to stand back up. Seeing Declan about to re-enter, she gets to her feet, wiping blood out of her eyes, and charges at him. Before she can strike, Declan nails her with a rapid-fire martial arts kick, which connects with her stomach, bending her over, in a rack of pain.
Stumbling back, Roxy holds her gut, with Declan creeping up behind her. Swinging her around, he places his right hand around her throat, hoists her up... and then chokeslams her onto the trashcan, completely flattening it!
He makes a cover, demanding the referee to start the count...!
...1...
The referee makes the one...
...2...
...two...
...
Roxy kicks out!
Before the referee can strike for the third time, a bloody Roxy Erikson musters up all the energy she can and rolls to her side! Declan, rightfully pissed, gets to his feet, yells for a faster count and then stomps on Roxy's bloody head.
Looking at the table that has been setup, insolent thoughts surge through his mind. Dragging Roxy to her feet, he bashes her face off the table, leaving behind another splotch of blood. Delivering the Southern Cross, Declan throws Roxy onto the table and moves into the corner, where he begins climbing to the top turnbuckle.
With his back facing Roxy, he looks to hit a moonsault. Coincidentally, Roxy has differing plans. Despite being a little dazed, she rolls off the table, noticing Declan on the top rope, looking for a no-look moonsault. Thinking quickly, she rushes in and pushes Declan's feet off the top rope, crotching him on the top turnbuckle! As a result, Declan falls back, being left hung out to dry, upside-down, in the Tree of Woe!
In this position, Declan is reverse-facelocked by Roxy, who begins scratching and punching away at his chest and face. Slamming him back against the turnbuckles, while upside-down, Declan is unable to fight off the rapid kicks and stomps that come plunging down onto his face, as Roxy relentlessly attacks him!
Blood flows from the bite wound on his leg, while Declan struggles to remove himself, but to no avail. Having grabbed the chair that Declan brought into the ring, Roxy uses it to crack against him, leaving him dazed and confused! Looking to unleash some more damage, she places the chair laying across his face, pushes the table aside and moves into the opposite corner.
Holding her arms into the air, she encourages the fans to cheer along. Seconds later, she's running across the ring with her best effort. She connects with a baseball-slide dropkick to the chair, which sandwiches Declan's face, also knocking him completely off the turnbuckles!
Thinking she has the match won, Roxy covers Declan, looking to get the second straight pinfall in a match against him.
The referee counts...
...1...2...
...
...No...!
Just before the referee slaps the canvas for the third time, Declan pushes out of the pinfall, still rearing to go! Roxy is amazed; and so are the fans, who let out a loud moan the moment he kicks out!
After kicking him, Roxy lifts Declan up, reaches into her tights... and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles! Placing them on her fist, she swings at Declan, who ducks underneath the blow, thinks quickly and latches onto Roxy's wrist. In a second, he has Roxy racing towards the ropes, catching her upon the rebound with an attempted tilt-a-whirl backbreaker...
...only to have her land safely on her feet, still with the brass knuckles on her fist!
Applying a side-headlock, she soon punches Declan in the head, knocking him out!
She makes the cover!
...1...2...
...
...No!
Again, Declan kicks out! The fans are on their feet, while his Collective associates look approvingly on, letting things speak for itself.
Roxy, who still has the brass knuckles on, goes to pick up Declan. However, he has obtained a shard of broken beer bottle and slashes Roxy across the ankle! Blood sputters out, as she drops like a sack of bricks!
Both opponents are down on the canvas, having beaten the shit out of each other.The Ultraviolence Champ -- proving why she is the champ -- is actually the first to rise, blood squirting out of her, even after being sodomized by a Kendo stick. Hovering over Declan, she goes to pick him up again. Just like before, he slashes at her with the glass, but she leaps back.
Kick to the face from Roxy to Declan, which completely dazes him! Taking the table, she sets it up against the corner, grabs Declan and forces him up to his feet. In the opposite corner of the table, she side-headlocks him, looking as if she's going to charge from one end of the ring to the other, delivering a bulldog through the table.
However, at the 3/4 point, Declan holds up, lifts Roxy up and casually throws her through the table, smashing it to pieces! Left in a heap of wood and blood, Roxy can only lay in the corner, as a dizzy Declan stumbles about the center of the ring, about to follow up on the reversal...
Suddenly, a ruckus erupts from the fans. Casanova has charged down from the backstage area!
Casanova slides into the ring, behind Declan. Before anyone can react, Declan turns around, viewing Casanova, thinking he is here to attack, despite their agreement earlier in the evening. He is about to go after him, when a bloody Roxy rolls out of the corner, grabbing a wine bottle that had been in the trashcan.
Before Declan goes after Casanova, Roxy stands up, blood pouring down her face and onto her chest, and swings the wine bottle at Declan's head, smashing it into pieces! After this, Casanova exits the ring, laughing to himself, while The Collective members finally go after him, trying to get him out of the ring.
In the meantime, Roxy grabs the flattened trashcan, lays it on the ground and plucks Declan to his feet. Within seconds, she hits the Roxy Ride onto Declan, while The Collective members are busy with Casanova!
She makes the cover!
...1...2...
...
...3!
She does it! Roxy Erikson defeats Declan Turner, just like the night she won the Television Title from him!
However, she certainly doesn't look like a winner. Laying besides Declan, who is slowly getting back up, looking horrified at his loss, she is grabbed by him and kicked in the face!
Her blood remains on his boot, as he tries to piece together what just happened, looking absolutely enraged. Roxy tries to fight him off, but his anger is just too much, as he continues to kick and stomp on her, even tossing her back into the wooden pile in the corner.
Stunned with the loss, Declan cripples towards the corner nearest the announcer and demands the microphone. He begins screaming for Casanova to come down to the ring to sign the contract that was proposed from earlier.
Upon asking this, The Collective members step aside, letting the marked man walk to the ringside area. In the meantime, Declan's lawyer, Martin also comes down, joining Declan in the ring, holding a briefcase, which he sets on the corner turnbuckle pad.
Slowly, Casanova slithers into the ring, while Roxy is attended to by various officials.
Declan Turner: You sure took your fucking time. Now sign it.
Another microphone is handed to Casanova, who looks at Declan.
Casanova: Just a second, Turner. You don't fucking order me around like your merry band of law school dropout faggots. You got that? The only reason I'm signing this piece of shit, is because I want to see you bleed out for the last time and make sure you NEVER come back.
Declan visibly growls, as Casanova takes a pen and the contract from Martin. Signing his name, he shoves the contract back to Martin.
Suddenly, Corey Ashton's music hits and he steps out onto the entrance ramp, holding a steel chair, with Adam Cameron following closely behind. The two men walk down to ringside and stare up at the three individuals on the inside.
Corey Ashton: Whoa... whoa... whoa! What is this bullshit? Turner, you think you can drop a couple grand at Kinko's for some banners and think everyone should hop at your command? At Over The Top Rope--
Declan Turner screams back at Corey Ashton.
Declan Turner: AT OVER THE TOP ROPE, YOU'LL BE GETTING FUCKING RAPED BY MORGANA! NOW FUCK OFF!
Martin, being the witness to all of this, uneasily sets the papers back into the briefcase.
Casanova: What is this?
Declan Turner: I already signed the contract. So, it's stipulations begin now.
Reaching into the briefcase, Declan produces a gold plated Desert Eagle .50 and aims it Casanova's chest; literally hovering inches from his sternum. To the shock and horror of the crowd, Casanova laughs.
Casanova: Come on, Turner. What're gonna do? Shoot me?
Laughing along with Casanova, Turner shakes his head.
Declan Turner: No, Casanova. I'm going to kill you.
Declan's smile turns into a sneer as Cas's eyes go wide. The gun recoils violently as a bright yellow flash explodes from the muzzle!
A shockwave of horror washes over the fans, who begin running everywhere, upon hearing shots fired! The bullet sends Casanova sprawling backwards, landing on his back, coughing blood!
Dipping his fingers into the massive hole Declan has just created, Casanova watches as the fans disperse, in a manic haze. For those that remain, a collective gasp fills the church, as Declan points the gun at Corey Ashton, as well!
Corey stares back at him, with wide-eyed disbelief. Not breaking his stare with Corey Ashton, Declan aims the gun down at Casanova's chest once more. Depressing the trigger again, Declan paints himself in Casanova's blood, unflinching at the blast.
The fans are horrified, trying to escape the church, thinking Declan has gone officially insane. The video camera lens shakes as everyone runs for their life.
Chaos is rampant. People are running everywhere. Arms and legs are all over the place. There's Morgana, Jay, Stevie Swing, et al.
It's kind of like a battle royal for their own safety.
Fade out.