[The final event in the 1.0 version of Sin Wrestling opens up with a shot of Tony Millennia walking through the halls of the arena. With a broad, but sly, smile on his face, he walks through the corridors, paying no attention to anyone around him. Overall, there's quite the cocky and brash mood displayed by him. He's about to pull open an office door, when he is stopped by a random backstage worker.]
Official: Hey, Tony--...
[Before he can say anything, however, Tony retorts with a simple response.]
Tony Millennia: I don't have to listen to this anymore. You're fired! Get out of here! And no, you're not getting paid for this final show! Now, go!
Official: But...
Tony Millennia: Go, I said!
[With that, Tony plucks open the office door and enters inside. On the outside, the official curiously looks on, feeling abused.]
Official: But I don't even work here.
[Shrugging his shoulders, he walks off.]
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[Sitting near the ring are the famous announcers who everyone has come to know and love, Lex Robinson and Steve Hebert. Both men are dressed to kill for the regal festivities of tonight, in which Sin Wrestling 1.0 will shut its doors and change in to Sin Wrestling 2.0. Noticing the camera pointed in his direction, Lex commences welcoming everyone to the show.]
Lex Robinson: Finally, welcome to Over The Top Rope... Two, folks!
Steve Hebert: Whoa, it's number two, eh? Remember what happened last year? Yeah, my neither.
Lex Robinson: Last year, it was Charlotte West becoming the first-ever SW champion. That's what happened.
Steve Hebert: I re-iterate: Charlotte who?!
Lex Robinson: Anyhow... as you all are aware, tonight is the final night of... well... Sin Wrestling 1.0, which means this place is being shut-down. Kapoot. Blammo. Gone...
Steve Hebert: Hey, I just better keep getting a paycheque.
Lex Robinson: Nope, sorry, you won't.
Steve Hebert: Oh, what the fuck?!
[Just then, the lights go out and the guitars from Breaking Benjamin's "So Cold" start to play. As the song goes on, smoke builds up at the entrance way, as a mysterious hooded figure stands in the smoke. Finally, the smoke clears and the hooded figure of Ultimate Feugo walks out, slowly makes his way down to the ring, cloaked in his mask and robe, staring at the ring the whole time. Grabbing a microphone from the ring announcer, he slides into the ring, ready to begin tonight's pay per view.]
Lex Robinson: Well, it seems Feugo's ready for a fight.
Steve Hebert: He was ready a few weeks ago, too, when he ran over Regan Chambers. Man, that was such a sight to behold.
Lex Robinson: Yes, because attempted murder is super, right?
Steve Hebert: Well, yes, it is! Now you're thinking!
Lex Robinson: Go figure.
[Once he's ready, Ultimate Feugo stands in the center of the ring, holding the microphone up, and removes what appears to be two sheets of paper from his rear-pocket. Holding them up with his left hand, he begins reading them out loud.]
Ultimate Feugo: Now I don't want to waste everyone's time... or bore everyone to death like a Regan Chambers promo, but I thought I should get this out of the way. Here in my hand is not only a contract granting me the rights and profits of everything Jimmy Jackson left me with... but I also hold a list of "Why Ultimate Feugo," that's me, by the way, "is better than Regan Chambers."
Steve Hebert: I like it! Publish that and sell it! I'll buy that for a dollar... or two!
Lex Robinson: That's just horrible.
Steve Hebert: Like Regan Chambers, right?
Lex Robinson: No. Regan is a former two-time World Champion. He's great. The fans love him. Hell, he's expected to be inducted into the Hall of Fame tonight!
Steve Hebert: Whoa, wait, really? Well, that's just awful. Inducting Regan Chambers is like inducting Jen Electro -- god rest his soul. These things just can't happen!
Lex Robinson: We'll se--...
Steve Hebert: Shush, Feugo's talking.
[Unfolding the paper, Feugo clears his throat and starts speaking some more.]
Ultimate Feugo: Number one, he's a fluke champion.
Steve Hebert: It's so true!
Ultimate Feugo: Number two, he sucks.
Steve Hebert: I agree!
Ultimate Feugo: Number three, he really sucks.
Steve Hebert: Whoopee! That too!
Ultimate Feugo: He really, really sucks.
Steve Hebert: Yes! He does!
[Meanwhile, Lex Robinson just sighs.]
Ultimate Feugo: He has an ugly girlfriend!
Steve Hebert: I'd still hit. But true.
Lex Robinson: Can this just stop already?
Steve Hebert: God no. Feugo's goin' for more.
Ultimate Feugo: He really, really, really sucks.
Steve Hebert: Preach, Feugo!
Lex Robinson: Ugh.
[Taking a break, Feugo listens to the crowd, soaking up the boos.]
Ultimate Feugo: You don't like my list?! You really don't like my list?! Well, fine.
[He shuts up.]
Lex Robinson: Good. He's going to stop.
Ultimate Feugo: In that case, I'm going to continue on!
Lex Robinson: God why?
Steve Hebert: I'm dancing in my shorts.
[Ahem.]
Ultimate Feugo: Regan Chambers is an awful father. Regan Chambers looks like a troll. Regan Chambers looks like a goddamn horse. Come on, just look at the guy. Regan Chambers is from England! Haha, England... of all the places. And finally...
[Unfortunately for Feugo's sake, he is unable to continue, as he is shocked to find that Regan Chambers erupts from the audience, slides into the ring and attacks him from behind.]
Lex Robinson: Good! He's been stopped!
Steve Hebert: How bold and unfair. We never got to listen to his final answer!
[Like a man on fire, Regan Chambers attacks Feugo; beating and stomping him down on the mat. Throwing Feugo into the corner, he continues to lay the boots onto him, when suddenly, Regan is taken down with a forearm shot from Drake Ruhwen.]
Steve Hebert: Here's the big man, Drake Ruhwen!
Lex Robinson: Drake Ruhwen, Feugo's partner for tonight, has runned down from the back and is beating the life out of Regan Chambers!
Steve Hebert: Serves him right. That's what he gets for interrupting Ultimate Feugo!
[After some punches, Drake forearms Regan against the ropes, whips him out and once he bounces off the ropes, he ducks down. Using all of his strength, Drake flings Regan high into the air, causing him to land hard on his back with a huge backdrop. Not taking a moment to backup, Drake remains on his opponent, stomping away at his head.]
Lex Robinson: But wait... look to the entrance!
Steve Hebert: Ugh. No. Not this idiot. He should have learned his lesson after Draco finally whooped his ass just last week.
Lex Robinson: It's Jack Sullivan! Jack Sullivan is here to aide his partner, Regan Chambers!
[Sprinting down from the backstage area, Jack rolls into the ring and wastes little time in attacking Drake Ruhwen.]
Lex Robinson: Here we go! Our first match of the evening is on!
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Tag Team Match
Regan Chambers/Jack Sullivan vs. Ultimate Feugo/Drake Ruhwen
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[Showing a flurry of offense, Jack Sullivan punches Drake Ruhwen into the corner, turning around, only to see Ultimate Feugo up to his feet, charging at him. Luckily, for Jack's sake, he is able to pounce at his opponent, knocking him off his feet with a huge leaping shoulderblock.]
Lex Robinson: Good Christ! Jack Sullivan nearly takes Feugo's head off!
Steve Hebert: He can't do that! Feugo's a rich man, now!
Lex Robinson: Like the Dicken's he is! He earned that infamy through selling out to his fans.
Steve Hebert: Pffft. Everyone sells out, Lex. Get used to it. Hell, I'd sell myself out for some coke right about now.
Lex Robinson: How about some Pepsi?
Steve Hebert: I don't think you get what I'm saying.
Lex Robinson: Well, I get the fact that Jack Sullivan is pounding away on Feugo's skull, punching and forearming him. Out from the corner, though, sprints Drake Ruhwen, who sends a knee into Jack's face. Fortunately for Sully, Regan Chambers is up and dropkicks Drake Ruhwen, knocking him out of the ring!
Steve Hebert: Wait... Sully? You're getting worse than me.
Lex Robinson: Isn't that something. In any event, Regan turns away from Drake, who is laying on the ground, focusing his attention on Feugo, who is lifting himself up to his feet. Throwing himself forward, Regan lifts himself into the air and connects with a spinning heel kick to the front of Feugo's face, knocking him back into the ropes.
[Hanging lifelessly on the ropes, Feugo has no other choice but to backdrop Regan as he charges towards him. Luckily, Regan is able to land on his feet. When Feugo turns around, however; he is met with Regan grabbing him by the head and guillotining him throat-first across the top rope. As a result, Feugo springs back into the clutches of Jack Sullivan.]
Steve Hebert: Uh oh.
Lex Robinson: Sully with a huge spinebuster! All thanks to Regan Chambers!
[Bouncing off the ropes, Jack Sullivan compliments that spinebuster with a running elbowdrop across Feugo's chest. Meanwhile, Regan remains on the ring apron, patiently watching and waiting as Drake Ruhwen rises to his feet. When ready, Regan shoots off the side of the apron, catapulting himself onto Drake with a somersault plancha to the floor.]
Lex Robinson: Down goes Regan... and Drake Ruhwen!
Steve Hebert: To the pits of hell they went!
Lex Robinson: Not bloody likely. On a related note, Regan is pulling a table out from underneath the ring, while Jack Sullivan hotshots Ultimate Feugo throat-first across the ropes! Now with Feugo leaning across the middle rope, Jack leans on his back, choking the life out of him.
Steve Hebert: Now, he's heading out onto the apron as Regan Chambers rolls Drake Ruhwen on the table. This is not looking good, Lex. In fact, this is looking quite beefy.
Lex Robinson: Beefy indeed. To the top rope goes Regan Chambers, who has Jack Sullivan choking Ultimate Feugo underneath him. Huh, wait, no... now Jack Sullivan moves up with Regan...
Steve Hebert: He has Regan placed in a Death Valley Driver position on his shoulders! Jack Sullivan is going to kill Regan, I knew it! This is what battle royals are all about; you can't trust anyone.
Lex Robinson: Yes, but this is just the opening match...
[Holding on to Regan, Jack Sullivan leaps off the second turnbuckle, landing on the back of Ultimate Feugo's head, guillotining him with a legdrop. As that happens, he releases Regan in mid-air and Death Valley Drivers him onto Drake Ruhwen and through the table.]
Lex Robinson: Holy crap! He didn't Death Valley Driver Regan at all! In fact, he helped Regan by throwing him onto Drake Ruhwen and legdropping Feugo at the same time!
Steve Hebert: Ugh, fuck this shit. Change the channel.
Lex Robinson: This is per per view; there is no channel changing!
Steve Hebert: Even worse.
[Holding his throat, writhing around the center of the ring in extreme pain, Ultimate Feugo has no other choice but to watch as Jack Sullivan rolls into the ring, licking his lips. Knowing exactly what to do, Jack easily lifts Feugo up and places him on his shoulders with a standing fireman's carry. Soon enough, he swings him forward, dropping Feugo on his head.]
Lex Robinson: Das Ende Von Tagen!
Steve Hebert: I know you're sad that this is the final Sin Wrestling show; but come on! Speak English!
Lex Robinson: That was English! It was also Jack's move!
Steve Hebert: Oh. Well, no wonder Feugo is out cold, allowing Jack Sullivan to cover him.
Lex Robinson: Damn right. And Drake Ruhwen can do nothing to save his partner because he has been sent through a table courtesy of Regan and Jack.
Steve Hebert: Also known as "Team Generic Name 1.0."
Lex Robinson: The pinfall is being made...!
[...1...2...3!]
Lex Robinson: And there it is! Regan Chambers and Jack Sullivan are the first two to advance!
Steve Hebert: How fucking shitty is that?
Lex Robinson: It's great. Maybe we'll have someone who has a heart walk out of here with the Sin Trophy.
Steve Hebert: If it's Casanova, Draco will probably just send a stake through it.
Lex Robinson: We'll see, we'll see. But for now, Regan Chambers and Jack Sullivan stand victorious.
[Sliding into the ring, Regan congratulates Jack on his victory and the duo hold their arms in the air.] Winner: Regan Chambers/Jack Sullivan
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[A hand, balled into a fist, is visible, pounding on a locker room door,
which opens suddenly, revealing Gwenivere Jordan. The camera turns, and
reveals the person knocking to be “The Hellacious One,” Draco.]
Gwenivere: Shouldn’t you be getting down to the ring, cheri?
[Draco looks somewhat flustered, and more than a little unhinged.]
Draco: No shit! I’ve got a match right now, and I don’t know where
the fuck Cas is!
[Gwenivere shrugs, as Draco shakes his head in frustration.]
Gwenivere: He hasn’t been by here. Trouble on the D&C reunion
tour?
[From behind Gwenivere comes a snort, as the camera shifts, revealing
Zimdela Brudon sitting on the couch in the locker room, a grimacing snarl on
his face. Draco glances in, before eyeing Gwenivere again.]
Draco: Worry about your own problems tonight. Only one person is
walking out on top tonight, and that person is ME!
[Zimdela’s vacant glare shifts, as his head slowly turns toward Draco, one
questioning eyebrow raised.]
Draco: No matter which of you gets through to the final battle
royal.
[Gwenivere smirks slightly, before glancing back to Zimdela, then back to
Draco.]
Gwenivere: Worry about getting there first, cheri. Good luck with
that Cas thing.
[The door shuts in Draco’s face, as his expression goes livid. He slams his
fist against the door, fuming.]
Draco: YOU FUCKING WORRY! TONIGHT IS MY NIGHT!
[He stomps off down the hall toward the main arena entrance, before turning
around, yelling down the hall toward the closed door.]
Draco: WITH OR WITHOUT CAS!
[He spins back around, heading down the hallway, as the camera fades
out.]
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Tag Team Match
Casanova/Draco vs. Sean James/David Lawless
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["Shadow World" by The Haunted plays, and as the beginning riffs sound, the lights go dim in the arena. The crowd sounds like a smooth buzz, as David Lawless makes his way out from the back, with Sean James following close behind. They take their time down the ramp, looking only at the ring. They enter it normally, and stand dead-still in the middle of the ring. After a few seconds, raising anticipation, Lawless lowers his head, and raises both of his arms in clenched fists. At almost the exact same time, the lights flicker, David lowers his arms and the lights slowly go back to their normal glow. The music dies down, and David and Sean awaits the bell.]
Lex Robinson: These two faught each other at the last card and here they are now, teaming together.
Steve Hebert: Well... uh... that's just amazing.
Lex Robinson: Yup. On the other hand, it almost seems like Sean James is too interested in being here.
Steve Hebert: Who can blame him?
[The audience silences to a low hush, not knowing what to expect. Next, just after the lights in the arena unexpectedly go out, "My Friend of Misery" by Metallica hits the sound waves without warning. As the song starts off, nothing happens; there is no one coming out, no pyrotechniques going off, and no fancy entrance, whatsoever. Eventually, the song begins to get into the heavier chords and an eerie type of fog is barely able to be seen filling the entrance way. On one of the heavier notes, flames shoot up from the entranceway, creating a wall of fire on the stage. Nearing the chorus, the wall of flames casts a silhouette, which reveals itself to be Draco. With his head hung down, "The Hellacious One" brings his head up and the flames instantly die down, as if he can control the fire. Leaping over the flickering flames, Draco lands on the ramp and walks down towards ringside, sliding himself into the ring, where he quickly stands in the ring, looking around at the crowd. Thinking about the challenge that awaits him, he leans up against the ropes, staring hard towards the entrance.]
Lex Robinson: Here comes Draco!
Steve Hebert: ...And no Casanova; how odd.
Lex Robinson: Hmmm, where is he? Draco was supposed to teamup with his partner for one last time; but as you can see, his partner is nowhere to be found.
Steve Hebert: There's no one to blame but that ugly Senor Seven fellow.
[The arena lights flicker, fading to barely light the arena, and begin
flaring to the familiar drum beat intro of "My Girlfriend's Girlfriend," by
Type O Negative. Draco shakes his head in what appears to be almost annoyed
amusement, as shrieking is heard from a section of the audience.]
Steve Hebert: That's Casanova's old theme! What the hell is going
on in the crowd? Someone get a spotlight over there!
Lex Robinson: There we go, it's...sweet Jesus.
Steve Hebert: That ain't Jesus...but he sure looks like he's back
from the dead...
[The spotlight has focused on Casanova, coming through the crowd, much to
their horror. He is wearing black leather pants, a red Sothon crest on each
side, matching the brand on his left arm, and a wife beater, the straps of
which have already been taken down or simply torn, so that it is hanging
around his waist. And across the lower half of his smirking face, and
dripping down his pale torso is all crimson.]
Lex Robinson: Umm...
Steve Hebert: Don't say it, Lex. You know what we call it. A
"mysterious red liquid." That's it. Probably Kool-aid. Nothing too
bad.
[Steve seems to shiver as he says that, as the lights flare bright and then
finally back to their normal setting as "My Girlfriend's Girlfriend" reaches
the main part of the song. Following behind Casanova is Senor Seven, who
appears to be holding some kind of bottle.]
Lex Robinson: Senor Seven has a bottle of something...you think
Casanova's going to run out or something?
Steve Hebert: I don't ask questions, Lex. He might come this
way.
[Casanova leaps the guardrail, and climbs up the turnbuckles, the
"mysterious red liquid" on his face and chest glittering under the lights of
the arena. The crowd roars in boos and jeers, as he looks down, motioning
for Senor Seven, who tosses him the bottle.]
Lex Robinson: Bacardi 151? He's drinking before the match?!
Something other than blo...err..."mysterious red liquids?"
Steve Hebert: That bottle looks too dark to be 151...
[Casanova opens the bottle, taking several gulps, before turning his
psychotic stare suddenly toward the announcers, and spitting a cloud of
crimson mist in their direction.]
Lex Robinson: Oh sweet Christ, this suit cost me a lot!
Steve Hebert: Eh, your wife let me borrow this one.
Lex Robinson: No wonder it doesn't fit!
[Casanova leaps down to the ring floor, before grabbing the bottle by the
neck.]
Lex Robinson: ...hey...
Steve Hebert: Be quiet, Lex! Pay attention!
[Casanova smashes the bottle against the ring post, sending glass shards and
"mysterious red liquids" across the ring, as his opponents and Draco look
on, somewhat stunned. The referee goes to kick some of the larger shards
out of the ring, but is warded off by Casanova, threatening him, before
turning to Draco, and stepping up close to his former, and now again current
tag partner. Draco glares at Casanova, annoyed, as a camera draws close to
ringside, almost beneath the two, picking up their words, as Draco shoves
Casanova, and speaks to him, in a low voice, the two staring menacingly at
each other.]
Draco: Spotlight whore...was the glass really necessary?!
Casanova: Heh. You know I love an entrance. You forget how to play
hardcore, amigo?
Draco: Fuck it, I'm game. Come on, let's get this over with. I
gotta race like a pisshorse.
[They continue staring at each other, as if ready to come to blows, unaware
that the camera is picking up their conversation.]
Casanova: Gotcha. You wanna shoot to see who's in first?
Draco: Fuck that...you look ready.
[They break their pseudo-malevolent stares, as Draco steps onto the ring
apron. Casanova notices the camera so close, spitting at it, red spots
hitting the camera lens.]
Casanova: Back the fuck off!
Steve Hebert: Did you see that?!
Lex Robinson: Oh, I saw it.
Steve Hebert: Man, Casanova's pissed.
Lex Robinson: Why yes. Yes he is.
[Sliding into the ring, Casanova shows little emotion as he is met one-on-one by Sean James, who is backed-up by David Lawless. Turning around, Sean eyes his ally, shrugs his shoulders and exits the ring...?]
Lex Robinson: What the?
Steve Hebert: Where the hell is he going?
Lex Robinson: I don't know! And neither does David Lawless, apparently. That guy looks confused as hell. Rightfully so.
Steve Hebert: Man, if my partner walked out on me, I'd so kick him in the face.
[Confused, David Lawless watches Sean James disappear to the backstage area, while Casanova walks up behind him. Tapping David's left shoulder, Casanova forces the newcomer to whip around, only to be met with a stunning knife-edge chop across the chest, knocking David to the mat.]
Lex Robinson: David's partner is gone and he has just been hit with the hardest chop, ever!
Steve Hebert: Nothing wrong with that. It's not like Draco and Casanova -- the greatest team in Sin Wrestling history -- would lose to these guys.
Lex Robinson: Ya never know.
Steve Hebert: Trust me, I know.
Lex Robinson: Picking David Lawless up, Casanova offers some punches to his skull and whips him into the ropes. Storming back, David runs straight into a spinning leg lariat from Casanova, who kicks-up to his feet and drops an elbow across David's chin.
Steve Hebert: And another elbow... and two more! He loves his elbowdrops.
Lex Robinson: After that, he lifts Lawless up and throws him face-first into the corner. With Lawless' back turned, using the turnbuckle pads to stand, Casanova climbs to the second rope, still standing behind him. Grasping David's hair, Casanova begins to repeatedly smash Lawless' face off the top turnbuckle, finishing off with a punch to the neck!
Steve Hebert: Ouchies!
Lex Robinson: Stepping down, Casanova applies a reverse facelock, hooks Lawless' tights, hoists him into the air and drops him down with a reverse gourdbuster! Standing up, he looks over at Draco, who is eager to enter, but goes nowhere near him.
Steve Hebert: Tag Draco in already!
Lex Robinson: Casanova's denying him the chance to get in. He's deciding to toy with David Lawless instead.
[Hovering above Lawless, Casanova gives him some more stomps, seconded by a kneedrop to the forehead. Heading to the corner, Casanova appears to tag in Draco, but he jerks away at the right time.]
Steve Hebert: Oh, come on!
Lex Robinson: Haha, that's hilarious. Draco's getting pissy on the apron.
Steve Hebert: I don't blame him! He oughta be in there ripping Lawless apart and getting the win. Instead, Casanova, being the glory hog that he is, stays in.
Lex Robinson: Speaking of our World Champion, he picks Lawless up once more and back-elbows him into the ropes. After a kick to the gut, Casanova whips him into the ropes and spinebusters him upon his return! Finally, Casanova springboards off the middle rope, moonsaulting back onto David Lawless! Showing no signs of stopping this punishment, Casanova grabs both of Lawless' legs, drags him into the corner and slingshots him into the top turnbuckle!
Steve Hebert: Agh, David's face hit off the turnbuckle and now he's staggering back.
Lex Robinson: David Lawless walks into a kick... and a DESTINY CALLING! He has Lawless on his back... one...
[...1...2...]
Lex Robinson: ...Two... three! It's over!
[...3!]
Steve Hebert: But... but... Draco didn't even get the chance to enter the godforsaken ring!
Lex Robinson: Well, that's all you can do, I suppose.
Steve Hebert: Lame. Look at that Senor Seven guy celebrate on the outside -- Draco should be celebrating, too! Except he's too busy wondering why Casanova wouldn't tag him in!
Lex Robinson: Probably because Casanova didn't need any help. He got the job done.
Steve Hebert: Feh. So much for that big, hyped reunion. More like a re-onion!
[In the ring, Draco gets in Casanova's face, inquiring about his lack of participation in the match. Responding fondly, Casanova nods his head and pats his partner on the shoulder. Together, they walk out, with Draco feeling a little shafted.] Winners: Casanova/Draco
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[While strolling around the backstage area, Tony Millennia stops dead in his tracks. The current booker of Sin Wrestling comes face-to-face with his arch-rival, Travis Miller, who does not back down from Tony's presence. Stepping in at each other, the two men butt heads, showing little sign of letting their past rivalry go. Not saying a word, the two men slowly pull away from each other, walking in opposite directions, while still managing to keep an eye on the other.]
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[The scene opens up backstage, as Danny Polar starts to walk to the ring with Liane. Aaron Berg is shown backstage holding a black trash bag.]
Danny Polar: Hey dude, what’s up with that?
Aaron Berg: Oh, it’s my new pet, Kandy!
[He pulls out a rainbow ferret. An orange afro is glued to its head.]
Liane: Oh...
Aaron Berg: Wanna pet her? She likes it when you stroke her slowly...
Liane: Um, no thanks. I’ll pass.
Danny Polar: Have you seen Fury?
Aaron Berg: Yeah. I told that bastard to go get me some coleslaw. It’s Kandy’s favorite food. But he never came back, so I made Tony do it.
Danny Polar: Oh, he probably went down to the ring already. Well, see you around Berg.
Aaron Berg: Peace out, dude. And remember; JFK will be watching you from his palace in Holand with Elvis and Tupac.
Danny Polar: Okay man, I’ll keep that in mind.
[They walk away. Liane nudges Polar.]
Liane: That was weird. Is he...mentally handicapped?
Danny Polar: No, he’s just high on acid and pot all the time.
[Scene ends.]
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Tag Team Match
Danny Polar/Fury vs. Aurora Steele/Neo
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[“Maneater” by Hall and Oates hits the arena sound system, as Aurora Steele
steps out onto the stage and heads down to the ring, followed closely by
Neo, to boos from the audience.]
Lex Robinson: And here are two old faces that we haven’t seen in a
while, especially Neo. Aurora tried to make a comeback recently, but she’s
been out of action for a while, as well.
Steve Hebert: I thought I smelled slut.
Lex Robinson: Heh…
Steve Hebert: Stop laughing, Lex, I was talking about your wife.
Whoa, and here come Fury and Danny Polar! They’ve ambushed Neo and Aurora
on the ramp, pounding the Sin Wrestling veterans down!
Lex Robinson: Polar’s whipped Neo against the ring steps, and is
lacing into him with kicks and punches, but Fury’s thrown Aurora Steele in
the ring, and brings her down with a hard DDT! The ref’s ringing the bell,
and this match is officially underway!
Steve Hebert: Tell that to Steele and Neo, who have been taking a
pounding for a minute already by now! Neo’s had his head bounced off those
stairs so much by Polar that he’s gotta be in la-la land.
Lex Robinson: And Aurora’s been taking her hits, as well, Fury’s
knocked her down with that DDT, and he’s going up top for some air!
[Fury leaps from the top rope, more spins and twists than anyone can keep
track of, but Aurora slides out of the way, beginning to crawl to her corner
to tag, but Neo’s still knocked out, spawled over the ring steps.]
Lex Robinson: And no one’s home for Steele to tag to, but Fury’s
crawled to his corner, and Polar’s leapt in, after pounding Neo down against
those steps! And he charges across the ring, avalanching Steele in the
corner just as she’s getting up!
Steve Hebert: I’ve seen Steele put up more fight in porn videos,
she’s like a rag doll tonight! Danny Polar is simply battering her with no
mercy, lefts and rights, before hanging her upside down in a tree of woe!
Lex Robinson: No position can be too foreign to her, Steve. Polar’s
not doing this himself, though, he tags Fury in…and they both charge her, a
double low dropkick to her head! She snaps back upward from the force, but
she’s still stuck, as Fury runs to Polar, who spins around, whipping him
back toward Steele!
Steve Hebert: Sweet Jesus, and he manages to flip upside down before
crashing into her. She is dead. D-E-D.
Lex Robinson: Not quite dead, but she’s certainly out of it. Fury
goes for the pin…
[...1...2...]
Lex Robinson: She’s barely got a shoulder up, this could be over
quickly!
[Fury lifts Aurora Steele to her feet, flooring her again with a snap
suplex, but before he can get to the corner to take flight again, Neo
finally gets into the ring, going after Fury, but the ref stopping him.]
Steve Hebert: Neo’s finally back from third grade thanks to that
beating from Polar…and fuck, there he goes again! Polar charges into the
ring after Neo, and sends himself and Neo over the top rope with a
clothesline! The ref got a piece of that, he’s down to one knee and looks
dazed…
Lex Robinson: And Fury’s looking back down at Aurora, slowly rising
to her knees, he’s thinking about going back up top!
Steve Hebert: And…OUCH! He should’ve gotten up there sooner, he
stayed too close and now Aurora’s got him by his valuables, the dreaded
Testicular Claw! The ref is still stunned, so it’s all good, and it’s a
hell of a way to turn this match around. She’s standing up, and Fury’s
pretty helpless…hey, anyone would be!
[Danny Polar climbs back into the ring after leaving Neo back sprawled
across the ring steps, quickly around the two, before coming back down,
crushing Aurora Steele to the mat with the Guilty Chain!]
Lex Robinson: The Guilty Chain! Aurora has been FLATLINED!
[Neo begins to stir, as Danny Polar vaults the top rope, levelling Neo on
the outside with a plancha.]
Steve Hebert: The domination continues…the veterans are not anywhere
NEAR being in shape to compete tonight.
Lex Robinson: Not even close, Steve. Polar’s resumed beating Neo’s
head against the steps, as Fury’s recovered enough to fly the friendly skies
again, he’s off the top rope with…the Red Bomb! If Aurora was out of it
before, she’s done now.
Steve Hebert: Aurora’s been dominated in this match. Sure, she
loves it in the bedroom, but in the ring…this is pathetic.
Lex Robinson: Fury’s going for the pin, as the ref has since shaken
off the cobwebs…
[...1...2...3!]
Lex Robinson: And Fury and Danny Polar are going to the battle royal
later tonight! What an impressive showing, the new guard simply destroying
two of Sin Wrestling’s veteran combatants.
Steve Hebert: Not good at all for Aurora and Neo…they just didn’t
even belong in the ring tonight. Hell, I think Neo’s crying next to the
ring steps right now!
Lex Robinson: Really? Holy shit…he’s calling for Mommy! Polar has
knocked him back to the cradle…crazy.
Steve Hebert: Aurora’s finally recovering, and she is not happy.
What a filthy mouth! That I’d love to have pleasuring m…
Lex Robinson: Ahem…what a dirty dirty girl.
[Fury begins to head up the ramp backstage, victorious, as Danny Polar spits
on the sobbing Neo before following Fury out.] Winner: Danny Polar/Fury
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[Slash Tannon stands in his locker room, removing his gear from a blue gym bag. Shaking his head, he lays all objects out on the bench in front of him, when suddenly he is interrupted by the sound of a door swinging open. Turning around, he witnesses his partner and owner of his contract, Mike Phantasy, walk in the door.]
Mike Phantasy: Hey.
Slash Tannon: What?
[Hushing Slash, Mike speaks up, trying to quieten him.]
Mike Phantasy: I know what happened last week and I'm sorry. Really, I am. I didn't mean to shove you out of the ring, my bad.
[Putting on his elbow pads, Slash shakes his head, not liking what Mike has to say.]
Mike Phantasy: But hey, I'll make up for it tonight! Even though I'm injured...
[He points to the bandage wrapped around his head.]
Mike Phantasy: I'll help you win that battle royal and take out Danny Polar and his idiot friend, Fury. Kapeesh?
[Not saying a word, Slash shakes his head and walks off, muttering some words to himself.]
Slash Tannon: You weren't that hurt last week...
[Storming out the door, he leaves Mike Phantasy to himself, fishing out Slash's contract.]
Mike Phantasy: Hey, I own your career, remember that! Sheesh.
[The door is shut and the image of Mike Phantasy holding Slash's contract disappears.]
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Tag Team Match
Travis Miller/Tony Millennia vs. Slash Tannon/Mike Phantasy
|
["Never Let Me Down Again" by Depeche Mode hits the speakers, bringing out Slash Tannon and Mike Phantasy, who are both poised for their upcoming match, despite some differences between them. Climbing into the ring, they wait for their opponents; especially Mike Phantasy, who is anticipating gaining revenge on Travis Miller.]
Steve Hebert: Ah, here's my pick to win it all: Mike Phantasy.
Lex Robinson: You've got to be kidding, right?
Steve Hebert: Yes. Errr... maybe. No...?
Lex Robinson: Whatever.
[After their opponents in the ring, "The Hand That Feeds" by Nine Inch Nails hits the speakers and out comes Tony Millennia, walking further ahead of Travis Miller, looking over his back just in case...]
Lex Robinson: These two have a history of not liking each other...
Steve Hebert: Is that all you gotta say about that? These two loathe each other! But hey, I guess that's what happens when two egomaniacs collide.
[Waiting for his partner, Tony turns around to view Travis Miller running down the ramp and sliding into the ring. Joining him, Tony rolls inside, only to have Slash Tannon and Mike Phantasy start things by delivering some kicks to both men.]
Lex Robinson: It's started!
Steve Hebert: Slash and Mike are going right to work on them! Now that's a damn fine idea!
Lex Robinson: Slash stomps on Tony, while Travis is cut-off by Mike Phantasy, who almost psychotically wants to break every bone in Travis' body.
Steve Hebert: I don't blame him, Lex. Especially after what he did.
Lex Robinson: Slash's stomps are enough to roll Tony back out of the ring, allowing Slash and Mike some time to work as a team.
Steve Hebert: That's what I like! Slash and Mike will be easy to overcome Miller and Millennia for that purpose alone.
Lex Robinson: But there has be some problems lately, don't forget that.
Steve Hebert: Like all good friends, they'll get past it. Just like how they're tag-teaming Travis Miller right now.
Lex Robinson: Perhaps you're right. Mike Phantasy goes to whip Miller into the ropes, but it's reversed! Miller ducks down, presumably going for a backdrop -- but no, it's a sunset flip by Mike Phantasy! Miller isn't going down, though; he's staying on his two feet.
Steve Hebert: Not if Slash Tannon has anything to say! He connects with a vicious superkick to Miller's jaw, knocking him back, completing the sunset flip! There's the cover...
[...1...2...]
Lex Robinson: No! Miller kicks out!
Steve Hebert: Bah! Get him up, Mike!
Lex Robinson: Rolling back up to his feet, Mike is surpised to see Travis shrug off the superkick and roll to his feet, only to deliver his very own clothesline! As a result, Mike corkscrews through the air, landing face-down on the mat! Here comes Slash...
Steve Hebert: Agh! He just got backedropped onto Mike Phantasy! This is not good at all!
Lex Robinson: Patiently waiting for Slash to rise, Miller stands back... and darts forward, clotheslining Slash to the floor!
Steve Hebert: If Slash is able to get into the battle royal and if that happens, he would SOO be gone right now!
Lex Robinson: Very true. You cannot go over the top rope and onto the floor.
Steve Hebert: Well, Miller's going over the top rope...
Lex Robinson: Yeah, over the top rope... with a pescado to the floor onto Slash Tannon!
Steve Hebert: This prompts Tony Millennia to enter the ring, where he grabs Mike Phantasy's foot, not allowing him to escape to the floor. Dragging him into the center of the ring, Mike can only look up as Tony hooks both of his legs...
Lex Robinson: For sworn enemies, Miller and Millennia are certainly working together quite well.
Steve Hebert: Yuck. Don't say such disgusting things.
Lex Robinson: With a one-legged Boston crab, Miller cranks back on Mike Phantasy, who supposedly is injured. However, the fans and us all know what a crock of shit that is!
Steve Hebert: Assumptions are always wrong, Lex!
Lex Robinson: You might wanna re-think that. Reaching out to the ropes, Mike is able to grab the bottom rope, allowing him the chance to break free of that Boston Crab. The referee moves in and pushes Millennia off him.
Steve Hebert: It's about time the referees did their work around here. Christ almighty.
[Lurking over Mike Phantasy, Tony is taken aback when he is hit with a lowblow, dropping him to his knees.]
Lex Robinson: Argh! He hit a lowblow! The referee did not see that!
Steve Hebert: Thank fuck. This allows Mike to explode from his position, leap into the air and take Tony down with a one-handed bulldog! Picking him back up again, Mike clutches Tony and releases him with an exploder suplex!
Lex Robinson: Tony hit hard on the mat. This could be it. Mike's going for a cover.
[...1...2...]
Lex Robinson: But only gets a two! Up to his feet, he tags out to Slash Tannon.
[Lifting Tony up again, Mike Phantasy gives him an armwringer and Slash comes off the top turnbuckle with a flying axehandle. Instructing Slash to bounce off the ropes, Mike grabs Tony and hooks him up into a full-nelson.]
Steve Hebert: Hah, this is it. It's going to be all over right here. Mike's got Tony locked-up; he's not going anywhere. Now Slash is bouncing off the ropes and he comes back with a forearm to Mike Phantasy! ...Say what?!
Lex Robinson: Tony is able to release himself from Mike's grip, allowing Slash to strike Mike across the head! Mike's not pleased with that! He's up to his face and is in the face of Slash Tannon, who innocently backs off, saying he is sorry.
Steve Hebert: It's calling on deaf ears, though!
Lex Robinson: While this happens, Tony tags out to Travis Miller, who enters by attacking Mike Phantasy from behind, causing him to spill out to the floor! Focusing entirely on Slash Tannon, Miller gives him a kick in the gut and whips him into the ropes. As he bounces back, Miller goes for a knee, but Slash somersaults over it, rolling him up in the process. Here's a pin...
[...1...2...]
Lex Robinson: It's only a two!
Steve Hebert: Fuckin' Slash, that idiot! First, he misses that forearm and now he can't even finish his pinfalls!
Lex Robinson: Following the kickout, Travis springs to his feet and starts laying the boots to Slash, who can't get up. After a snap suplex, Miller bounces off the ropes and storms back with a forearm drop across the brunt of Slash's nose. Yet again, he lifts Slash up, hooks him up into a suplex position, only to drop him stomach-first across his right knee.
Steve Hebert: Oh shit, that's a busted rib right there.
Lex Robinson: Ascending to the second rope, Miller dives off, hitting a headbutt. He goes for a cover...
[...1...2...]
Lex Robinson: Rolling back into the ring, Mike Phantasy makes the save, kicking the back of Miller's neck.
Steve Hebert: That'll teach 'em!
Lex Robinson: Fortunately, Miller gets to his feet and blocks every punch Mike Phantasy throws at him. Instead, he gives Phantasy a taste of his own medicine, striking him with a thrust-kick! Mike goes down!
Steve Hebert: Slash Tannon is sneaking up behind him. He whips Miller around and swings an arm at him for a clothesline. Agh, Miller ducks and holds him up for a back suplex... only to have Slash slide his way out of it, sunset-flipping him...
Lex Robinson: The count is being made!
[...1...2...]
Lex Robinson: This time, Tony Millennia makes the save!
Steve Hebert: He's taken out with a Phantasize kick from Mike Phantasy, who springs to his feet!
Lex Robinson: Hell, it struck Tony so hard that it knocked him out of the ring.
Steve Hebert: Even better! Once again, Mike is giving orders to Slash, while Mike gives Miller some kicks. Holding him up, he hooks both of Miller's arms, while Slash throws himself against the ropes.
Lex Robinson: Slash bounces back and... Travis breaks out of the hold from Mike Phantasy! Mike and Slash almost collide, but they stop each other, when out of nowhere, Travis Miller leaps into the air and dropkicks Slash into Mike Phantasy, who tumbles to the ground!
Steve Hebert: Argh! Fuck! Not good!
[When Miller stands to his feet, he is met by Slash Tannon who charges at him with a vicious clothesline. Ducking underneath it, Slash crescent kicks Miller, hoists him up onto his shoulders and Total Impact Drivers him to the mat.]
Lex Robinson: That's it! That's Slash's move; his Death Valley Driver!
Steve Hebert: It used to be such a feared and respected move. But now...
Lex Robinson: You're just saying that because he struck Mike Phantasy! It was even an accident, for cryin' out loud!
Steve Hebert: It doesn't matter. What matters is that Travis is getting pinned by a chump.
Lex Robinson: Wait, I thought you were against Travis Miller?
Steve Hebert: Shut your mouth!
[The pinfall is made.]
[...1...2...3!]
[Upon learning of his victory, Slash stands to his feet, much to the happiness of the fans. Upset, a staggering Mike Phantasy stumbles into the ring and confronts Slash Tannon, berating him with some foul words.]
Lex Robinson: What the hell is wrong with that guy?
Steve Hebert: Who? Slash? It's obvious he has a mental problem. He isn't as smart as others make him out to be.
Lex Robinson: No, I mean Mike Phantasy. What's he throwing a fit about now?! Slash was just celebrating, with the fans firmly behind him, but Mike has to interrupt it. What's the reasoning behind this?!
Steve Hebert: I'm sure there's good reasoning.
[Suddenly, Mike slaps Slash, catching him off-guard. Peturbed, Slash stumbles back, smiling, not knowing what to say.]
Steve Hebert: See! That's why!
[He continues to listen to Mike Phantasy berate him. Growing tired of having to listen to Mike Phantasy's cliches, Slash turns to walk off, which obviously angers Mike even more.]
Lex Robinson: What's his problem?! They won; they're in the battle royal!
Steve Hebert: He hit Mike twice! That's what!
Lex Robinson: Come on; they were accidents.
Steve Hebert: It doesn't matter.
[Before Slash can fully exit the ring, Mike walks up to him, grabs his shoulder and swings him around.]
Lex Robinson: Phantasize! Mike Phantasy just kicked Slash Tannon, his friend and partner, in the jaw! Listen to the boos pour in!
Steve Hebert: Fuck the fans. Who needs 'em anyway?
Lex Robinson: So much for being injured, hey Mike? So much for caring about your friend and his contract, hey Mike? What a liar. What a scumbag!
Steve Hebert: Jesus, cool it.
Lex Robinson: It has to be said. I don't care.
[With a smug smile on his face, Mike Phantasy hops over the top rope and lands on the floor. Swaggering cockily to the back, he passes the curtains amongst a chorus of jeers.] Winners: Slash Tannon/Mike Phantasy
|
[A blue door opens in the backstage area and a trolley appears, wheeling inside a pretty large trophy, which is obviously the Sin Trophy that will be presented to the winner of tonight's battle royal. Pushing the trolley is an unknown official, who is dressed in a black suit and tie, and is wearing a pair of blade shades; ala a secret-service agent. Whistling to himself, he passes Gwenivere Jordan, who looks down at the trophy she formerly owned, watching as it wheeled away.]
Gwenivere Jordan: That's going back with me.
[Just as she says that, a door behind her pops open and out walks Zimdela Brudon, holding his Ultraviolence Title over his right shoulder and his Tag Title around his waist, covering up his private area. Other than that, well, he's wearing nothing else. Flicking her head around, Gwenivere tunes in to hear Zimdela taunt her.]
Zimdela Brudon: Yep, well, I'm ready to beat you.
[Turning her around, her right eyebrow perking up, Gwenivere winces at her partner and responds with a gesture of her own.]
Gwenivere Jordan: I think you're forgetting your pants, cheri.
[Looking down, Zimdela smirks and pulls up his part of the Tag Team Titles...]
Zimdela Brudon: No, I'm not.
[...thus revealing a leather, studded thong. Surprised, Gwenivere bows her head.]
Gwenivere Jordan: Aye, even easier for me to whip you.
Zimdela Brudon: No, I'll whip you.
Gwenivere Jordan: No, I'll whip you...
Zimdela Brudon: No, I'll whip you!
Gwenivere Jordan: No, I'll--...
[Zimdela, with his thong riding up into his rear, and Gwenivere continue on; trashtalking each other until they reach the entrance area.]
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Tag Team Match
Zimdela Brudon/Sid vs. Gwenivere Jordan/Danny Boy Vegas
|
Lex Robinson: And we’re back for what could be the highlight tag
match of the night, with the tag champions, Zimdela Brudon and Gwenivere
Jordan of Kiss and Tell, finding themselves on opposite sides of a match
where only the winners can move on to the battle royal.
Steve Hebert: Watching Zimdela and Gwenivere go at it in the ring is
like watching Tommy Lee and Pam fucking in person! We’ve all seen it before
on tape, we all know it’s happening, but this time we get to see it LIVE!
My sweet throbbing loins!
Lex Robinson: …that’s disgusting, Steve. The lights are going
down!
[The lighting fades low, as spotlights flare over the crowd, initially
booing to “Prison Sex” by Tool blasting through the arena, but the boos
turning to a mixed reaction as Zimdela Brudon appears, followed by Sid
Frankenstein, who gets a large cheer as he raises his hands in fists,
looking to the crowd.]
Steve Hebert: And the two big men step into the ring…can you feel
the tension there? These two DESPISE each other! An excellent tandem to
put together, you KNOW the sparks are gonna fly.
Lex Robinson: Indeed, they’re already staring each other down in the
ring, someone might have to remind them that they’re teaming, not facing
each other.
Steve Hebert: Hah, no worries…well, at least about Zim. Sid, on the
other hand, is a big dumb idiot, in my professional opinion. Hmm, here come
their opponents.
[“Fuck You” by Damageplan begins to play, as Gwenivere Jordan steps onto the
stage, followed by Danny Boy Vegas. They head down to the ring, appearing a
little more on the same page than Sid and Zimdela, but still somewhat wary
of each other.]
Lex Robinson: Oh, the crowd just loves these two.
Steve Hebert: Pshh. They boo, but they’d have an entirely different
reaction if Gwen were hitting on them personally.
Lex Robinson: Even the women?
Steve Hebert: Hah. Especially the women.
[Sid and Zimdela closely eye their opponents, watching to see who will face
them first. Danny Boy Vegas steps into the ring, as Zimdela nods at Sid,
and steps out onto the ring apron.]
Lex Robinson: Looks like this will start off with Sid and Danny Boy
Vegas. And they waste little time moving into a grapple, Sid overpowering
Danny Boy and pushing him back to one of the neutral corners.
Steve Hebert: There’s a lot of power between these two guys, but
Sid’s got the advantage.
[Sid breaks the grapple with Danny Boy Vegas, lacing alternating chops and
punches into his chest. Danny Boy appears stunned for a moment, as Sid
steps back to the opposite corner, gesturing to the crowd, before turning to
charge at DBV, before receiving a vicious spear from DBV, who has recovered
with Sid’s back turned.]
Steve Hebert: Stupid, stupid move on Sid’s part! Who cares about
the fans?!
Lex Robinson: Pretty bad mistake indeed on his part, and now Danny
Boy Vegas drops him on his tailbone with an atomic drop! DBV goes to tag in
Gwen, they’re setting Sid up for a double suplex…but Zimdela’s charging into
the ring to break the double team, he’s lacing into Gwenivere!
Steve Hebert: Ooh, that’s a cat fight right there. Damn ref is
breaking it up, though, sending Zimdela back to his corner, while Sid turns
the tide back on Gwenivere, throwing her like nothing into the ropes! He
charges the opposite way and comes off the ropes, snapping Gwenivere’s head
back with a huge running kick!
Lex Robinson: Sid goes to make the pin…but Zimmy’s in the ring! He
blind-tagged Sid when he came off the ropes! Sweet Jesus this could get
messy! He throws Sid off of Gwen, and straddles her, battering her with
lefts and rights! There is absolutely NO hesitation on Zimdela’s part to
focus on Gwenivere! He rises, lifting her up by her hair, and snapping her
back down across his knee!
Steve Hebert: The Sentinels have never fought each other less than
viciously, that back was injured way back by Casanova, and then Draco, and
now Zimdela’s locking her in a camel clutch! They’ve all known her better
than anyone else in Sin Wrestling, and they’ve all targeted her weakness.
Lex Robinson: DBV charges into the ring, breaking the hold, and
while the referee pushes him back to his corner, Gwenivere rises just far
enough to tag Zimdela with several punches to the groin! No lost love there
at all!
[Gwenivere slowly rises, as Zimdela hunches over, clutching his groin. Gwen
leaps to the ropes, springboarding off on to Zimdela’s shoulders, bringing
him down with a hurracanrana.]
Steve Hebert: And look, up on the ramp, Draco has stepped out, he’s
scouting his potential opponents for the battle royal later!
[The crowd boos, as Gwenivere glares up at Draco, gesturing him to back off,
as Zimdela rises to his feet his eyes meeting a familiar pair of eyes in the
crowd, as Casanova has slunk through the crowd to watch the match up close
as well.]
Lex Robinson: All the Sentinels are present, D&C surveying their
allies and possible opponents! Zimdela breaks his stare with Casanova, and
drives punches into Gwenivere’s back, as she’s still mouthing back to Draco,
up on the ramp! She staggers against the rope, and Zimdela turns her
around, pushing his shoulder into her stomach, before grabbing two massive
handfuls of…well…
Steve Hebert: GWENIVERE ASS! And he lifts her up onto his shoulder,
and drops her to the outside, a spinebuster to the outside! Holy shit!
[Gwenivere jolts hard against the ground, apparently unconscious, as Danny
Boy Vegas climbs into the ring, battering Zimdela from behind, and dropping
him to the mat with a German suplex.]
Lex Robinson: The referee starts the count! Gwen’s the legal person
on her team, if she gets counted out, it’s all over!
[...1...2...]
[Sid charges into the ring, missing DBV with a clothesline, which DBV
promptly turns into a neckbreaker, driving Sid down to the mat from
behind.]
[...3...4...]
Steve Hebert: Come on, Vegas, get Gwen up! You can’t win this match
right now!
Lex Robinson: Danny Boy looks like he realizes that Gwen’s getting
counted, but she’s slowly getting to her feet! He drops a big legdrop
across Sid’s throat…but Zimdela’s up, and he’s vaulted outside the ring,
crushing Gwen back to the ring floor! Zimdela gets up slowly, sliding
Gwenivere into the ring, before sliding in himself.
Steve Hebert: And Zimdela gets up, walking right into a running
clothesline from Danny Boy Vegas, knocking him out of the ring! DBV starts
to stomp Gwenivere down, but Sid’s getting up behind him! Vegas, watch out!
Vegas!
[Sid rises to his feet, before yanking DBV to face him, and quickly clamping
him in a bearhug. The much larger Sid slams his mask into DBV’s face with a
series of headbutts, knocking him silly, before twisting and skipping
sideways, and launching Vegas out of the ring straight to the arena floor
with a huge belly to belly suplex!]
Steve Hebert: Sweet Jesus, Vegas is broken in half from what could
be one hellacious career ending ride!
Lex Robinson: He’s tougher than a two dollar steak, but this
slobberknocker has to have taken a toll on all of them!
Steve Hebert: Christ, those cliches are bad. Gwen’s gotta watch out
now! She’s getting up, but the crowd’s on their feet! Sid’s got one
massive hand in the air!
Lex Robinson: And it clamps on Gwenivere’s throat! She’s going up,
way up!
Steve Hebert: But too far up! She leapt with Sid’s strength, and
kicks off Sid’s shoulder with one foot, and blasts him in the face with a
modified shining wizard from WAY THE FUCK UP THERE!
Lex Robinson: Sweet Jesus! They’re both down, they’re looking to
tag out! DBV is still unconscious on the outside…oh shit! Gwen and Sid are
both headed toward the same corner!
[Gwenivere is crawling slightly ahead of Sid, and reaches up to Zimdela’s
outreaching hand for a tag. He pulls back as she lunges into the corner,
though, and his outreached hand now grabs her by the throat!]
Steve Hebert: Sweet shit on a stick! She’s so used to tagging with
Zimdela that she went to the wrong corner! Oh…shit!
[Sid finally reaches the corner, tagging Zimdela’s other hand, as he quickly
flings Gwenivere over his shoulder, climbing to the top rope. The entire
arena seems to explode with camera flashes, even Draco and Casanova seeming
in awe on the sidelines, as Zimdela leaps to the outside!]
Steve Hebert: Call a chiropractor! He modified the Very Best in
Pain, by turning her sideways in midair, to drop her across his knee as he
landed!
Lex Robinson: God damn! God damn!
[Zimdela rolls back into the ring, favoring his leg slightly, as the referee
begins the count on Gwenivere, as Sid pounds down Danny Boy Vegas before he
can recover to aid Gwen.]
Lex Robinson: And the ref is ringing the bell, Gwenivere Jordan has
been counted out! Sid and Zimdela Brudon are going to the battle royal!
Zimdela’s standing on the top rope holding his leg and his hardcore belt,
and he’s pointing at Draco and Casanova! Can you imagine what’s going to
happen by the end of tonight?!
Steve Hebert: Where is your mind, man? Gwen’s titty is almost
hanging out! Nipple slip, come on…come on…
Lex Robinson: Christ, Steve, you know I don’t like her, but the
paramedics are coming down, she’s unconscious, and probably has damaged her
back from that Very Best in Pain from Brudon. You really are tasteless
sometimes.
Steve Hebert: Maybe I’m tasteless…but I bet she tastes like
chicken!
Lex Robinson: Ugh.
[Draco heads backstage, as Casanova fades into the crowd, while Zimdela
stares at Sid for a moment, also heading out, before walking over to check
on his fellow tag champion.] Winner: Zimdela Brudon/Sid
|
["The Hand That Feeds" by Nine Inch Nails hits and out walks Tony Millennia, who is headed straight for the ring, receiving a slight mixture of boos and cheers. As he rolls into the ring, he pulls a microphone out of his pocket and stands attentively in the center of the ring, listening to the chants from the fans pour him. Using his right hand, he asks for them to chime down, which they eventually do. Holding the microphone up to his mouth, he begins to talk.]
Lex Robinson: Tony Millennia is coming out here to a mixed applause. I honestly have no idea why he's out here, but uhm, okay!
Steve Hebert: Who cares? Maybe he's just promising that this place will stay dead... and I'll still get paid somehow. Ah, how wonderful that would be. It'd be better than welfare, that's for sure.
Lex Robinson: Typical you.
Tony Millennia: Now, now, I know you're all sad to see Sin Wrestling die, but it's time to let go. I'm the destroyer, I put this place out of its misery. It's me who is bringing this place to a halt. That's why this is the end of Sin Wrestling 1.0. And if I had my way, it'll stay at 1.0.
[All cheers for him instantly turn to jeers, completing his turn.]
Lex Robinson: Oh... my... god!
Tony Millennia: What?! You all knew that this was going to happen!
Steve Hebert: The shit has hit the fan.
Lex Robinson: Yup. It's official. I don't know what Aaron Berg was doing when he handed SW over to Tony Millennia.
Steve Hebert: Hell, I never know what Aaron Berg is doing half the time.
[The lights in the arena dim on and off as a result of Aaron Berg.]
Lex Robinson: Speak of the devil.
Steve Hebert: The hell was that? Nevermind. Tony Millennia is still yapping in the ring.
Lex Robinson: Yeah, because that's sooo much more important.
Tony Millennia: On behalf of... well, myself, I'd like to give a big "fuck you" to everyone and I'd like to laugh at everyone who is now out of a job. Including you two oafs at ringside.
Steve Hebert: I think he means us. Hey, wait, he does! That's not cool!
Lex Robinson: Yes, well, you encouraged him.
Tony Millennia: Furthermore, I...
You must die!
I alone am best!
#I hope ya flip some guy the bird
#He cuts you off and you’re forced to swerve
#In front of the Beatles’ tour bus
#A bookmobile and a mack truck
#Hauling hazardous biological waste
#The light turns red, you have no brakes
#And "Hard Copy" gets it all on tape
#So you can see the look on your face
#Die Die Die Die Die Die Die
#Die Die Die Die Die Die Die
[With "I Hope You Die" by the Bloodhound Gang" playing in the background, a blue spotlight rains down at the entrance and the curtains pop open, revealing Sin Wrestling owner, Corey Page, who is clad in a suit. In the midst of cheers from the fans, Corey Page saunters to the ring, keeping his eyes peeled on Tony Millennia. Holding a microphone in his hand, he storms up the ring steps and enters the ring, looking sternly at Tony Millennia, who is befuddled.]
Lex Robinson: It's Corey Page! I thought he was on vacation with Betsy!
Steve Hebert: If we're lucky, that darn goat is dead. Dead, I say. Dead!
Lex Robinson: Wouldn't that be a disaster?
Steve Hebert: It'd be a miracle. Now why the fuck is he out here? Tony Millennia is running things now!
Lex Robinson: Correction. Corey Page is the man who runs things. In terms of power, he is above Tony Millennia! Hell, he owns this place.
Steve Hebert: You've got to be fucking kidding me.
Lex Robinson: I shit you not.
[Finally, Corey begins to speak.]
Corey Page: You... you... you shut the fuck up right now!
[The fans cheer.]
Corey Page: I can't believe this. I go on vacation for a few weeks and this place goes straight to hell! What the fuck?! And how the hell did you get the right to run this place?!
[Walking right up to Tony Millennia, Corey questions him.]
Tony Millennia: There's nothing you can do now, Page. This place is as good as dead. I got this place, I used this place and now I am destroying this place.
[Arching an eyebrow, Corey stands back, laughing.]
Corey Page: Oh, really?
Tony Millennia: ...Yes.
Corey Page: ...Oh. Well, I'm still higher than you.
Tony Millennia: The fuck you're not. I run this place now, not you! This is a Tony Millennia joint! And by goddamn, I am higher than you. And I mean that many ways. Now it's morphine time!
[Tony goes to exit the ring, but he is stopped by Corey Page.]
Corey Page: Uhm, no. No, it's not.
[Swinging the microphone forward, Corey connects with Tony's skull, dropping him to the mat.]
Corey Page: I own this goddamn place and I can hire or fire whoever I want. As for you, you're fired from this job! Go back to teaming with Travis Miller or some other shitty second-rate wrestler.
[Laying down on the mat, Tony looks up at Corey Page, holding his jaw.]
Corey Page: In the meantime, I have hired someone else to take over for this piece of Berg. You might know him as the founder of Sadistic...
[He listens to the cheers from the fans.]
Corey Page: He is...
Steve Hebert: This is flaming!
Corey Page: Flame!
Lex Robinson: Hoooly shit.
Corey Page: And yes, he'll be running things from now on, not you! Welcome to Sin Wrestling 2.0!
Lex Robinson: We've just witnessed Tony Millennia being ousted from his position of booker! Flame has replaced him! You remember Flame, don't you?
Steve Hebert: Isn't he the guy who'd lose a lot and pretend to be goth or some shit?
Lex Robinson: He was the leader of Sadistic before he bowed out and gave that position to Sid.
Steve Hebert: Meh. He sucks, anyhow. SW doesn't need a 2.0, it needs to be burnt to the ground. Ah well, at least I still get paid.
[Flame enters the ring, shakes Corey's hand and listens to the chants from the fans.]
Corey Page: This strange mothertrucker will change everything here. New staff, new wrestlers and a new beginning. Welcome to the fold, Flame. may you run things better than that piece of shit retreating up the ramp.
[He means Tony Millennia, who is walking to the back, holding his head and looking back with anger in his eyes.]
Steve Hebert: Hey, wait, new staff?
Lex Robinson: Apparently. Does this mean we're not going to...?
Steve Hebert: Eh, I just better get paid.
[Remaining in the ring, Corey Page shakes Flame's hand in an almost symbolic handing-over movement.]
Steve Hebert: Oh, how sick.
Lex Robinson: There you have it! The changing of the guard! I'll be damned.
Steve Hebert: Yuck. I'll be damned is right.
[Corey speaks into the microphone again.]
Corey Page: With that being done, I am going to go for a nap. Goodbye, folks, and enjoy the rest of the show!
Steve Hebert: Typical.
["I Hope You Die" by the Bloodhound Gang hits again and Corey exits the ring, with Flame following behind.]
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DyCo
[The smooth-sounding beats of Hall and Oates' "Maneater" hits, welcoming the "DyCo" logo onto the screen. As soon as the logo fades out, we are shown various shots of different parts of a woman's body. Her legs. Her buttocks. Her breasts.]
She'll only come out at night
The lean and hungry type
Nothing is new, I've seen her here before
Watching and waiting
She's sitting with you but her eyes are on the door
So many have paid to see
What you think you're getting for free
The woman is wild, a she-cat tamed by the purr of a Jaguar
Money's the matter
If you're in it for love you ain't gonna get too far
[With the start of the lyrics, upon the screen, the camera is focused on the woman's face, which is none other than Aurora Steele.]
Oh here she comes
Watch out boy she'll chew you up
Oh here she comes
She's a maneater
Oh here she comes
Watch out boy she'll chew you up
Oh here she comes
She's a maneater
[From behind the curtain steps Aurora Steele, in the flesh. As she saunters out onto the stage, she glances back, watching as Leia Lithe, then Dystopia appear. Shaking her head as the fans cheer her, Aurora Steele makes her way down the aisle, blowing a kiss to the audience as she reaches the ring. She then crawls up onto the apron, where Dystopia is already waiting, separating the ropes for her, so that she can enter.]
Steve Hebert: Whoa. It's been awhile since I saw them titties.
Lex Robinson: What a sight, eh?
Steve Hebert: Man, I hope Aurora comes through on this and inducts a shitload of "good" people.
Lex Robinson: "Good" people?
Steve Hebert: You know... rapists, murderers, assholes, thieves. The usual.
Lex Robinson: The Sentinels of Insanity?
Steve Hebert: Hey, sounds good by me!
[Once she is in the ring, Dystopia follows in behind her, grabbing a microphone from the ring announcer.]
Lex Robinson: Dystopia's handing the mic over to Aurora, our first Hall of Fame inductee. For the most part, her SW career was opposing the fans, but she got a pretty nice reception tonight.
Steve Hebert: For once, I don't blame these dumb-idiot shithead fans. I mean, boobs, dude! Boobs!
Dystopia: Yo!
Audience: Yo!
Lex Robinson: Yo!
Steve Hebert: Oh, shut up.
Dystopia: Are you mo'fuggers ready to end Sin 1.0 in stizzyyyyylllle?!
[Responding accurately, the fans let out a huge cheer.]
Dystopia: A'right. Good to hear that. Without further adieu, I'd like to hand over my duties to my little slut, Aurie, who'll be announcing the names of all of the Hall of Fame inductees, past and present.
[Amidst more cheers, Dystopia hands the microphone over to Aurora Steele, who gladly accepts, showing a broad thin-lipped smile. Waving to her fans, she stops in the middle of the ring, where she begins to speak.]
Aurora Steele: ay yi yi, jesus fuck, you allllll love the Aurie!
Steve Hebert: I'd love to titty-fuck the Aurie. That's for sure.
Lex Robinson: I can't deny that.
Aurora Steele: So, y'all wanna know who's going into the Hall of Fame, joining moi? Well, let's see, hehe. All winners will be given a handjob, footjob or a blowjob -- just kidding of course. :P
[Yes, she literally sticks out her tongue. Smacking her across the back of her head, Dystopia motions for her to hurry up.]
Aurora Steele: Jesus. Fine.
Steve Hebert: Black man on white woman violence is something we don't condone, folks.
Lex Robinson: Shush.
Steve Hebert: Fine, fine. She's getting to the point now, anyhow.
Lex Robinson: About time.
Steve Hebert: Shush!
Lex Robinson: Ugh.
Aurora Steele: Our first entrant is a former Television Champion and he was one of the cornerstones of Sin Wrestling's earlier days, he is none other than "Father" Xander Gates!
[A spotlight shines towards the entranceway, showing off the image of Xander Gates, who is hobbling out with an injured foot, still sidelined from the injury he suffered from over a year ago. Holding a golden plaque in his hands, he holds it up, showing it off to the fans.]
Lex Robinson: It's Xander Gates! He wrestled in the very first Sin Wrestling show!
Steve Hebert: Do you remember what the very first match was?
Lex Robinson: If I remember correctly, it was Jarred Happy versus Dexter Throckmorton.
Steve Hebert: Yup, you're right. That was right bad, hey?
Lex Robinson: Well...
[Stepping to the side at the top of the entrance, Xander takes a spot, where he awaits the announcement of the next inductee.]
Aurora Steele: Good old Xander. He's pretty hung like Jesus.
Lex Robinson: She, of all people, would know that, too.
Aurora Steele: Anyhow, out next is a former Platinum, Television and Tag Team Champion! Unfortunately, he couldn't beat me for the World Title...
[Dystopia rips the microphone out of Aurora's hands.]
Dystopia: Which I'd like to remind everyone that Aurie was stripped of.
Steve Hebert: It's true. Neo almost raped Corey Page over that.
[The microphone is handed back to Aurora.]
Aurora Steele: He's big, he's probably high, much like I am right now, he is wiggity wackity bling blang 420 JJ Robertson!
[Some ghetto rap music hits and the fans turn towards the entrance, watching JJ Robertson strut his way out, his hood held over his head. In his hands is another golden plaque, which he holds high into the air as he plucks his hood off his head. He gets a pretty good reception as he stands next to Xander Gates, while pointing to the ring at Aurora and Dystopia.]
Aurora Steele: Yeh, yeh, shut your mouth. I was the first inductee, anyhow. Suck my clit.
Steve Hebert: She means that, also!
Lex Robinson: To quote JJ Robertson, "Word."
Steve Hebert: Don't get snappy with me.
[Once JJ takes his place, Aurora proceeds with the ceremony.]
Aurora Steele: Next is a former two-time World Champion. He holds the record for the longest World Title reign--
[Again, Dystopia steals the microphone.]
Dystopia: Which should belong to Aurie! Damn bitches tryin' to rob me of my riches...
[He hands it back.]
Lex Robinson: Dystopia isn't a happy camper.
Aurora Steele: He is one of your favorite wrestlers -- not mine, though -- he's too ugly... he's Regan "I have no personality, so watch me suck" Chambers! eek eek!
[Two blue fireworks burst into the sky, creating a big, blue X. Walking out from underneath it, holding another plaque, Regan Chambers shows off his Hall of Fame award to the audience, who cheer him on. Like the others, he steps to the side, allowing the festivities to continue.]
Steve Hebert: Ahh, Regan Chambers. The flukiest fluke that ever did fluke.
Lex Robinson: You've got to be kidding me. He's a world-class athlete. This is the federation where he grew his prominence. Sin Wrestling without Regan Chambers would be... would be...
Steve Hebert: It'd be like you being funny. Now let's move on!
Lex Robinson: Exactly!
[With a sly grin across her face, Aurora Steele looks towards the entrance, ready to keep going.]
Aurora Steele: Ahem. Our next Hall of Fame inductee is the man with the longest title reign in Sin Wrestling. He may not have held the World Title, but he sure as hell held onto that Platinum Title like a crackwhore holding onto her crack--
[Dystopia leans over into the microphone.]
Dystopia: Just like Aurie!
Aurora Steele: He's everyone's fantasy, except mine. Mine is laying in bed with waffles, butter, perogies and some handcuffs while Dy sits on my face. And then there was the time that--
[For the second time, Dystopia slaps her across the back of her head.]
Aurora Steele: Whoops. Sorries.
Steve Hebert: Damn bitches. Gots'ta keep 'em in line.
Aurora Steele: He's the leader of the Alliance of Violence, he is Mike Phantasy!
[Faux-bandaged head and all, Mike Phantasy makes his way out from behind the curtain, tightly clutching his golden plaque like a paranoid individual. Looking over his shoulder, he ignores the jeers from the crowd and just walks off to the side.]
Aurora Steele: Yeh, whatever. Screw you, too. Fucker.
Lex Robinson: Not a warm reception for poor Mr. Phantasy.
Steve Hebert: Ingrates. All of 'em. Ingrates.
Aurora Steele: Dude, get over yourself. We've got more things to do... such as bring out the next Hall of Fame inductee!
Steve Hebert: Whoosh!
Aurora Steele: Errr... oh my. We have more than one inductee. It's an entire group! And if DyCo were still around, we wouldn't let them get OUR titles, right, tigger?
[She blows a kiss at the camera.]
Aurora Steele: They are: that stupid, stupid fuck, Draco, Casanova, Zimdela Brudon and that bitch, Gwenivere Jordan!
[The Sentinels' theme music hits and out they walk, all four of them; Casanova, Draco, Gwenivere Jordan and Zimdela Brudon. Each of them are holding their titles and Hall of Fame rewards, getting a mixed reaction from the crowd. Eventually, they are surrounded by all of the other entrants.]
Lex Robinson: And there they are! The Sin Wrestling 1.0 Hall of Fame entrants!
Steve Hebert: You're missing one.
Lex Robinson: Who? Oh yeah...
[Exiting the ring, Aurora Steele walks up the ramp and stands alongside the Hall of Fame entrants, allowing pictures to be taken. Inside of the ring, Dystopia stands, cheering them on, while the fans give them a standing ovation for the work that they have done.]
Lex Robinson: Not bad; not bad at all, Steve.
Steve Hebert: Yes, they're the lucky ones. There were honorable mentions for this, but, uh yeah, they didn't get in.
Lex Robinson: Hey, it was close. But for people such as Tony Millennia, Danny Polar, Slash Tannon and a few others it was not enough, as they fell just short of being inducted.
Steve Hebert: You just know that Corey Page is being Tony Millennia not being in it. Jesus.
Lex Robinson: Uhm... no. With all of that said and done, the Hall of Famers get one final round of applause and they walk to the back. I'd like to personally thank them and others for their services during their time in Sin Wrestling.
Steve Hebert: Remove your lips from their asshole, Lex.
[Finally, all of the Hall of Famers walk to the back, with Regan Chambers and Gwenivere Jordan bringing it up the rear. They walk through the black silk curtain, disappearing from the view of the fans.]
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[All Hall of Fame inductees walk through the backstage area, proud of what has just transpired. In fact, Aurora Steele even gets a piggy-back ride from her black stud, Dystopia. Still looming near the back, Gwenivere looks around suspiciously, sneaking up behind Regan Chambers, who has gone off to get a drink from the water-fountain. As he slinks over the fountain, dipping his tongue into the running water, he is startled when a blunt objects smashes across the back of his head.]
Gwenivere Jordan: Sorry, mon cheri, but I got to be in this big battle royal. Merci beaucoup!
[Gwenivere Jordan hovers over Regan's fallen body, holding her plaque in a devilish manner. Smiling wryly, she steps around him, moving towards the entrance.]
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Battle Royal
Jack Sullivan, Regan Chambers Gwenivere Jordan, Casanova, Draco, Danny Polar, Fury, Slash Tannon, Fury, Sid, Zimdela Brudon
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[The words "Welcome to Redemption" can be heard over the PA system, and fans begin to cheer as "In My Grip" by Samhain begins to play. The main arena lights go out and red spotlights turn on, casting the entire arena in an eerie glow. Pyro begins to shoot out of the entrance ramp, and Jack Sullivan steps out from behind the curtain, wearing a red and gold robe with the words "The Redeemer" written on the back. He makes his way to the ring, focused on his task at hand.]
Lex Robinson: Here we fuckin' go! The very last match in Sin Wrestling 1.0 history!
Steve Hebert: Calm the fuck down. Jesus, you need to cool it.
Lex Robinson: I believe you need to heed your own advance.
Steve Hebert: Don't remind me.
["Breathe" by Fabolous hits the PA system and Fury walks out to the ring, taunting the crowd and slapping some hands. Entering the ringside area, he jumps up onto the apron and somersaults himself into the ring. He hops onto the turnbuckles, flashing his signature sign, an "X" with his arms. He then jumps to the center of the ring, bows down to one knee and raises his arms as a pyro comes out of the turnbuckle tops, staying as flames for a few moments. Turning around, he awaits the beginning of his match.]
Lex Robinson: And... there's... Fury? Huh? I thought Regan Chambers was supposed to come out.
Steve Hebert: I thought so too. But meh, who cares? Maybe he fell down a well or something... hopefully.
Lex Robinson: Yeah, right. This is just... strange.
Steve Hebert: Pfft.
[Danny Polar enters with the worst and messiest HTML for an entrance, ever.]
Steve Hebert: Goddamn, what an entrance that was.
Lex Robinson: Uh huh. Seriously. However, that still doesn't answer the question of Regan Chambers' whereabouts.
Steve Hebert: Who really cares?
Lex Robinson: Seeing as how he is a former two-time World Champion and a Hall of Famer, I do.
Steve Hebert: He probably just fluked his way into the Hall of Fame.
Say hello
Remain
Close to me
No good-bye suicide mystery
[The initial lyrics of Matthew Good Band’s “Apparitions” hit the arena as the lights turns out and white and orange lights strobe the crowd the ring and the stage.]
The rat
in your brain
turns a wheel
Connected to your guts and
all your faults are in me
and all your faults in me
[Soon the colored lights are replaced with blue lights strobing the stage and the aisle, fog starts to roll in.]
What would you say
if we lived on TV
besides all the things they told you to
and all the things they told you to?
[Mike Phantasy emerges from the fog, dressed in his normal baggy ring wear. He walks down the aisle, barely glimpsing the audience at his sides.]
We're stuck
inside our own machine
Apparitions.
[Mike Phantasy finally makes his way into the ring and awaits his opponent.]
Steve Hebert: Speaking of Hall of Famers, look who it is! He's pissed and ready to take action! You just know it!
Lex Robinson: That piece of shit kicked his own partner and friend earlier in the night. I hope he dies of a heart attack in that ring.
Steve Hebert: Jesus, no need to go wishing death upon someone.
Lex Robinson: It just shows how much I despise that man.
Steve Hebert: You need to let love in your heart. You know that?
["Never Let Me Down Again" by Depeche Mode hits and Slash Tannon walks out with his hands raised into the air. Stepping out at the top of the entrance, he keeps an eye on Mike Phantasy, making sure to stand on the opposite side of the ring to him. As he walks straight to the ringside area, he walks up the steps and over the middle rope. He gets in a fighting pose, waiting for the match to begin.]
Steve Hebert: And "boo-hoo". Look at Slash Tannon, all pissed-off over Mike Phantasy. The day these fans started cheering for him is the day Slash's shitty career died. Without a single doubt.
Lex Robinson: Really now? I figured his career died once he aligned himself with Mike Phantasy.
Steve Hebert: Are you mad?! Look what Mike Phantasy did for him: Slash Tannon was able to hold on to that Platinum Title for 77 days and he was an honorable mention for entrance in the Hall of Fame. On the other hand, let's look at Mike Phantasy. He held the Platinum Title for over 100 days, he held it twice and he nearly killed Regan Chambers. Is that not good enough for you?!
Lex Robinson: Ehh... let's move on, shall we?
Steve Hebert: God no, listen to me!
[The screen powers up and the lights in the arena go down slightly. We see images of a dark room, lighted only by the flame of a solitary candle. A loud voice booms, emanating from the darkness.]
Voice: Long have you waited for him... A Monster from the past, taking shape once more... Returning from the darkness... The waiting has ended, but your fear? It is just beginning.
[Children's voices echoe, all chanting the same words...]
Children's Voice: As I lay me down to sleep {lay me down echoes in backround}, I pray my soul is mine to keep{my soul}. And never step outside this bed and let in all the evil NOW BACK FROM THE DEAD.
Voice: ARE YOU SCARED?
Children's Voice: HE'S HERE!
[The screen powers down and the lights return, with a multitude of pyro soon going off.]
"RAAAAGHHHH WHAAAT AA RUUUUSHHH"
[The fans blow the roof off the arena and the electricity begins to flow as Sid Frankenstein appears out of the shadows. Sid makes his way slowly down the ramp, pausing halfway down to look at the audience and fish out a pair of black gloves from his pocket. When he puts them on, he finally slides into the ring, taking position near a set of ropes, making sure to look at all of his opponents.]
Lex Robinson: The big man has entered the ring!
Steve Hebert: Hide your children, here he is!
Lex Robinson: He got here by teaming with his rival, Zimdela Brudon, and wait-- "hide your children?"
Steve Hebert: Fuck yeah.
Lex Robinson: I'm not even going to bother.
Steve Hebert: A very good idea by Mr. Lex Robinson.
Lex Robinson: We still need Regan. Regan Chambers. Where is he?
[The crowd falls silent after hearing three voices in
unison speaking the words that flashed on the screen in a crimson red. A young
woman's voice is heard. Her voice sounds as if she is ready to admit defeat and
let the Devil take her soul and her life; broken if you will. Her shadowed and
dim images begins to appear on the screen, slowly growing more visible but not
enough to show her face. She is curled in what seems to be a corner, wearing
nothing more than a white nightgown. As more light comes into the picture, blood
is visible on the nightgown. And finally, her face; eyes sunken, skin bruised
and broken open in marks that look like nails, teeth, glass and fangs.]
"Running...
Hiding...
Dying..."
[After speaking what seems to be her final word, the young lady is heard one
final time with a scream. Her picture flashes bright white before disappearing
completely. The scream fades into the sounds of "Seek and Destroy" by Metallica,
joined with the sounds of ripping flesh and maniacal laughing. The lights begin
to strobe white and red. Silhouette by silhouette, you can see the entrance ramp
begin to fill with the shapes of people, two bulky and one hour-glass. As the
lights begin to flicker faster you can see Zimdela Brudon, Gwenivere Jordan, Casanova and Draco, the Sentinels of Insanity, standing at the ramp
motionless, posed in gestures of dominance.]
"Searching
Seek and destroy
Searching
Seek and destroy
Searching
Seek and destroy
Searching
SEEK AND DESTROY!"
[All four members are no longer acting as statues. They all move at once in a
slow pace as the lyrics of the song are said. As they walk down the ramp,
stalking the ring and their opponents within, plumes of fire curl up from the
sides of the ramp. They all enter the ring and everything slowly goes back to
normal as the four hover in their corner, smiling - almost innocently - at their
soon-to-be victims.]
Steve Hebert: The Sentinels occupy one corner.
Lex Robinson: Yup, they do... hey, wait. Gwenivere Jordan's not supposed to be out here!
Steve Hebert: Of course she is. She's the defending Sin Trophy holder!
Lex Robinson: But... but... where's Regan?!
Steve Hebert: Oh, shut your yap about Regan Chambers. Gwenivere Jordan is here to take his place and that's all that matters. I mean, what's a main event without Gwenny-poo?
Lex Robinson: This is absolutely awful.
Steve Hebert: Look on the brightside: we finally got every asshole in that ring. We could have new champions -- as the Platinum, Hardcore, World and Television Champs are all in this match. Don't forget that you can be eliminated by normal match rules -- or by being thrown over the top rope!
Lex Robinson: Yes, that's quite true. However, the only way you can lose a title is by pinfall. So, if you're a champ and your shoulders are pinned to the mat for a three, then you hand your title over to the person who covered you.
Steve Hebert: And it won't be any of the Sentinels. Therefore Danny Polar better get ready.
Lex Robinson: Everyone better get ready because the bell is just seconds away from ringing!
[Ding!]
Lex Robinson: And there it is!
[Right off the bat, Slash Tannon flies across the ring, attacking his former friend and ally, Mike Phantasy to a ruckus of cheers from the fans. Wasting little time, he sends fist-after-fist to Mike's supposedly "injured" skull, knocking him up against the turnbuckles.]
Lex Robinson: Slash Tannon is going right after Mike Phantasy!
Steve Hebert: Agh! He's an injured man!
Lex Robinson: Shut up. Jeez. There's nothing wrong with that man... other than the fact he is getting pummeled by Slash Tannon. This explosion of voilence from Slash sparks an intense wave from the other competitors as Gwenivere Jordan and Zimdela Brudon stare each other down, only to charge across the ring and tackle Sid!
Steve Hebert: Good! That big idiot needs to be chopped down!
Lex Robinson: Then there's Jack Sullivan, who is being struck by Draco and Casanova, two of his old nemesis. Standing back, acting cool and collected, Danny Polar and Fury watch Slash Tannon take his frustrations out on Mike Phantasy, laughing at the fact that Mike Phantasy is being pounded on!
Steve Hebert: This is a goddamn travesty! Someone needs to separate those two!
Lex Robinson: Not if the fans can help it. They love seeing Slash Tannon beat the snot out of Mike Phantasy! So much for that contract, hey?
Steve Hebert: You know, I never thought of that! Hmm...
Lex Robinson: With Gwenivere Jordan hanging from his back, Sid powers his way up to his feet and backs into the corner, fending off Zimdela Brudon in the process. What a big boot to Zimdela from Sid!
Steve Hebert: Ah, snap. Zimdela's down and Gwenivere is being trapped in the corner. You know, I pick her to win -- even though she's not in the best spots right now.
Lex Robinson: She's NOT even supposed to be in this match!
Steve Hebert: Well, with no Regan Chambers, I guess it doesn't matter now, does it?
[Perching Gwenivere on the top turnbuckle, in a sitting position, Sid sends some big elbow shots her way, forcing her to hang for her life. Fortunately for her sakes, Draco turns his attention away from Jack Sullivan and attacks Sid with a low kick to the midsection, crumpling the big man.]
Steve Hebert: Oh yeah! Now that's how you stop an overgrown retard.
Lex Robinson: Not that I agree with it, but it was a smart choice to help his stablemate. In addition to that, Gwenivere is now using her nails to scratch Sid's back.
Steve Hebert: I've had that happen to me before, too. Of course it wasn't in the ring, if you know what I mean. BUT it hurts like a motherberger.
Lex Robinson: And now she leaps off the second turnbuckle with a dropkick to Sid's back, sending him spiralling into an STO from Draco!
Steve Hebert: Great move, Gwenny.
[While Draco is distracted with Sid, Casanova is soon taken down by Jack Sullivan, who fires back with a fist of his own, knocking the World Champion off balance.]
Steve Hebert: Damnit, watch out, Cas. You don't want to lose your World Title -- especially not to someone such as Jack Sullivan.
Lex Robinson: Jack nearly scored a victory two weeks ago against Draco. So, who knows what he can do tonight. Stranger things have happened.
Steve Hebert: Yeah, like Regan Chambers' World Title reigns.
Lex Robinson: Will you stop baggin' on him?! Jesus!
[Using a forward rush of momentum, Jack Sullivan goes to clothesline Casanova over the top rope, but Sin Wrestling's World Champion ducks down and backdrops Jack up and over the top rope. Landing on his rear end on the apron, Jack tightly grips the middle rope, while Fury and Danny Polar charge towards the champion, knocking him down with a double clothesline of their own.]
Lex Robinson: Casanova might have missed the clothesline from Jack Sullivan, but he didn't miss Danny's and Fury's!
Steve Hebert: Hey, at least Cas nearly eliminated Jack Sullivan.
Lex Robinson: Even so, he was brought down by Fury and Polar, who are now taking their time to beat Casanova down. Lifting him up, they double-team him, striking him with some kicks and eventually drop him on his face with a gourdbuster! Damn, it's hard to follow this action.
Steve Hebert: Tell me about it. There's bodies flying everywhere; including Jack Sullivan, whose large frame dives off the top rope, connecting with a flying clothesline to Draco! Sweet Jesus.
Lex Robinson: He's going for the pinfall! If he gets this, Draco's out!
[...1...]
Steve Hebert: Gwenivere Jordan saves the day with a kick to the back of Jack's head! Thank God for that.
Lex Robinson: He was lucky. Unfortunately, Jack is not, as Gwenivere is totally stomping away on Jack. She's even aided by her partner, Zimdela Brudon, another Sentinel member. Eventually, Draco joins in with them, stomping the life out of Jack Sullivan in the corner!
Steve Hebert: It's a good old-fashioned Sentinels beat-down. I'm gonna miss these.
Lex Robinson: Saving Jack Sullivan, Sid bolts in and heaves Gwenivere Jordan back into the center of the ring! He is joined by his former Sadistic allies, Fury and Danny Polar, who join in the mess, taking a piece of the action! Danny pounds on Zimdela, while Draco and Fury exchange blows!
Steve Hebert: You make it sound so dirty.
Lex Robinson: So much for that beatdown by the Sentinels, hey?! Things have been reversed!
Steve Hebert: While we're at it, look at Mike Phantasy reverse those punches from Slash Tannon! He's pounding him into the corner, using all of his strength to push Slash up onto the ropes. He's trying to dump him over! He might have him!
[Struggling to keep afloat, Slash is able to tuck himself between the top and the middle rope and tie his legs around the post, using it as leverage to keep himself in. As for Mike Phantasy, once Casanova staggers to his feet, he receives a running Yakuza kick from the World Champion vampire, forcing the release of Slash Tannon, who slides in through the ropes.]
Lex Robinson: Casanova with...
Steve Hebert: A motherfucking kick to the face! Poor Mike Phantasy will be feeling this one. I hope that injury doesn't flare up again.
Lex Robinson: Ugh. He was NEVER injured!
Steve Hebert: Then why was he wearing that bandage? Do you have no heart?!
[Turning around, Casanova realizes the Sentinels are being beaten down. In his best attempt at saving them, he plucks Fury away from Draco and plants a boot in his midsection. Pulling him in with a standing headscissors, Casanova hoists Fury up onto his right shoulder and throws him forward with a reverse-powerbomb.]
Lex Robinson: Continuing working on people's face, Casanova just threw Fury on his!
Steve Hebert: And now he's going after Sid, that big moron!
Lex Robinson: Casanova charges... Sid ducks! Sid backdrops Casanova out onto the apron! The World Champion is still in this, though; he has landed on his feet!
Steve Hebert: So close! So goddamn close!
Lex Robinson: Jumping at this opportunity, Jack Sullivan leaps to his feet and strikes the champ with a stunning forearm shot. He hooks Casanova's arm and bends it around his neck. He's going to suplex Casanova back into the ring, I do believe!
Steve Hebert: The hell he's not! Casanova blocks it! In fact, he blocked it so good that he has just suplexed Jack Sullivan to the floor! Jack Sullivan is out of here!
Lex Robinson: Aw, damn...
Steve Hebert: One less douchebag in this match. Eliminated: Jack Sullivan
[Casanova doesn't have long to rest, though, as he is immediately hounded while he is laying on the apron. Above him, Sid starts stomping away on his body, picks Casanova up and goes to clothesline him off the apron. Seconds before he can hit, however; Zimdela Brudon, Sid's partner from earlier in the night, makes the save, hitting Sid with a running knee.]
Steve Hebert: Boom! That'll stop ya!
Lex Robinson: Sid's taken off-balance again and he's ravaged by Zimdela Brudon. On the other side of the ring, Slash Tannon leaves his former ally, Mike Phantasy on the ground, just so he can charge at Draco, taking him down with a leaping leg lariat. He goes to keep on Draco, but Casanova witnesses this. Not taking any guff and not allowing any of his allies to be dominated, Casanova springboards into the ring off the top rope, looking for a dropkick, only to fly right into a sit-down powerbomb from Slash Tannon! Holy crap! Slash is on a roll!
Steve Hebert: Ugh. Two traitors - who really cares, anyhow?
Lex Robinson: I do. When Gwenivere Jordan finishes gauging Fury's eyes, she turns around to see Casanova being dropped on his head. Knowing exactly what to do, she flings herself off the ropes and returns with a baseball-slide dropkick to Slash Tannon, definitely knocking him loopy.
Steve Hebert: And now Danny Polar thinks he can hit a woman, as he drags Gwenivere to her feet and slaps her across her jaw.
Lex Robinson: She doesn't take it lying down, though. Instead, he swipes back at him, connecting with a forearm to his nose. She whips him across the ring, only to run right into a Phantasize kick from Mike Phantasy! Holy shit!
Steve Hebert: Good! That's really good to see! That dickhead screwed Mike Phantasy over long ago and it's about time Mike retaliated! Now if he could just stop staggering around the ring and go for a cover...
Lex Robinson: Just as you say that, Steve, Mike falls down on top of Danny Polar! We could have a new Television Champion right here!
Steve Hebert: Yes! Good!
Lex Robinson: The referee counts!
[...1...2...]
Steve Hebert: No! He stops!
Lex Robinson: At the very last second, Slash Tannon scrambles to his feet and connects with a tiny uppercut to Mike's jaw, stopping the count and the cover!
Steve Hebert: That is SOOOO wrong!
Lex Robinson: But legal. And now Sid is following in. If you remember, Sid and Mike Phantasy have quite the sordid past.
Steve Hebert: Haha, yeah, Mike Phantasy beat Sid in their little feud they had back around Halloween. It may have taken Mike several Phantasize kicks to take him down, but he did it!
Lex Robinson: Of course, who knows what'll happen here? Since that time, Sid has vastly improved and has turned into a very tough competitor.
Steve Hebert: Agh.
Lex Robinson: And it's being proven with those shots to Mike Phantasy's head, jolting him back into the corner. He offers up some big elbows to Mike's chin and backs him into the ropes. Sid whips him across the ring, but luckily for Mike, he ducks underneath a vicious clothesline. He continues right on into the opposite set of ropes, bouncing back and again ducking below a back elbow from Sid.
[Stumbling into place, Slash views Mike Phantasy making his way back. Thinking quickly, he dodges to his side, grabs Mike by the hair and heaves him up and over the top rope, forcing him to land on the ring floor.] Eliminated: Mike Phantasy
Lex Robinson: Bye, bye, Mike Phantasy!
Steve Hebert: Oh shit. Goddamn you, Slash Tannon, goddamn you!
Lex Robinson: Listen to the roar of these fans! Slash is celebrating in style!
Steve Hebert: The hell he's not. Draco sneaks up on him and throws him over the top rope!
Lex Robinson: But he's not out! He's hanging on to the top rope! He's skinning the cat! He's back in!
Steve Hebert: What... the... fuck? That shouldn't be!
Lex Robinson: It is!
[On the adjacent side of the ring that Slash is able to skin-the-cat on, Fury battles with Gwenivere Jordan, trying to keep her away from Danny Polar, who is still feeling the after-effects of Mike Phantasy's Phantasize kick.]
Lex Robinson: Fury with a dropkick sends Gwenivere Jordan sprawling over Danny Polar, causing her to fall flat on her face. Unfortunately, he isn't able to stop Zimdela, who charges out of the corner like a horny rhino and knees Fury upside the head as he is standing up.
Steve Hebert: Now THAT'S Ultraviolent!
Lex Robinson: In any event, he's going to go for it again. This time, he misses!
Steve Hebert: Say what?!
Lex Robinson: Stepping aside, Fury allows Zimdela to pass him, waistlocks him and actually somehow lifts the 290 pound man into the air and atomic drops him! Right on the testicles!
Steve Hebert: On the testicles you say? Why, that's right up Zimdela's alleyway. Feigning some pain, Zimdela shrugs it off and turns Fury inside-out with a huge clothesline! It's always nice to see a near-midget almost get his head chopped off. Hell, it's nice to see a near-midget having his legs spread apart, split-eagle style, only to have Zimdela stomp his foot across his nuts several times.
Lex Robinson: Good grief. That's gotta hurt so much.
Steve Hebert: You think? Zimdela is a man of perversions and dishing out pain is his number one choice of turn on... second is having old ladies shit on his face. At least that's what I hear in the backstage area.
Lex Robinson: Disgusting.
Steve Hebert: What's even more disgusting is that Zimdela is continuing to pummel Danny Polar, beating him the same way he was beating on Fury. Stomp after stomp, he lands his foot into Danny's midsection, yanks him up off the ground and facelocks him. Without hesitation, he drops to the mat, DDTing Danny Polar onto Fury's groin! Now that'd kill a normal man. Fortunately for Fury, he's a damn woman. A woman; a goddamn woman!
Lex Robinson: Please stop talking.
[On his knees, Slash Tannon observes Sid battling with Casanova and Draco, who have put their effort in trying to throw him over the top rope. They use as much effort as possible, but Sid furiously fights them off, even punching away at Draco's face. Deciding to step in, Slash Tannon knocks Draco away and corners him, kicking away at his stomach.]
Lex Robinson: Slash Tannon removes Draco from Sid, allowing the former Ultraviolence Champion to fight his way from Casanova. Clutching the World Champion's neck, Sid now reverses the tide, thrusting Casanova up against the ropes! He's close to elimination!
Steve Hebert: Here comes our little vixen, Gwenivere Jordan, stalking Sid from behind! She hits him with a lowblow! With the help of Casanova, both she and him dump Sid over the top rope and onto the floor! There goes another asshole! Eliminated: Sid
Lex Robinson: Damnit! Sid never saw it coming!
Steve Hebert: Gwenivere saw it coming! Speaking of people coming, look at Zimdela place Danny Polar's face up against Fury's crotch. Isn't that just funny?
Lex Robinson: No, it's actually quite disgusting.
Steve Hebert: Well, with the SoI dominating this match, they gotta have some fun! Look at Casanova and Gwenivere aiding Draco in striking Slash Tannon. Slash thought he was the shit-king of this match, but now what? He's down on his knees, praying -- begging for mercy.
Lex Robinson: You're right. It's like a mobbing.
[Like a gang, the three Sentinels members grab Slash by his hair, lift him to his feet and point to the furthest most portion of the ring, directing everyone's attention to the floor.]
Lex Robinson: Things are not looking good for Slash.
Steve Hebert: Nope, things are looking down. So down that he may hit the floor!
Lex Robinson: Not good.
[Casanova and Draco speed forward, about ready to heave Slash over the top rope. Luckily, Slash is able to stop in his tracks, elbow Draco across the face, punch Casanova and take him down with a double-arm DDT.]
Lex Robinson: Slash is not gonna go out without a fight! He drops Casanova on his head! Not liking that one bit, Gwenivere Jordan makes her way over. She's about to pick Slash up, when he folds her up with an inside-cradle! We may have a new Platinum Champion right here!
Steve Hebert: No, no, no, no! She's not supposed to be in the match! This should not count!
[...1...2...]
Lex Robinson: Kickout! Goddamn!
Steve Hebert: Holy shit! Gwenivere's steamed! Right up to her feet, she goes to running kick Slash Tannon, who falls back, sweeping Gwenivere's legs out from under her! Oh Christ, he leaps up to his own feet, somersaults into the air and lands across her with a senton! Another cover is being made by that douchetool. Someone do something...!
[...1...2...]
Lex Robinson: Zimdela Brudon goes to break the count with a double-kneedrop... but Slash moves! Zimdela ends up landing on Gwenivere's face! Slash Tannon is recharged and is the only person left standing in the ring! Shining wizard to Zimdela, who had been apologizing to Gwenivere!
Steve Hebert: Oh fuck. Zimdela is being pinned by Slash, now!
Lex Robinson: Here we go! New Ultraviolent Champion...
[...1...2...]
Lex Robinson: No! Zimdela kicks out!
Steve Hebert: Plus he got some help by Draco, who grabbed Slash's foot, pulling him off! What luck. Hell, I don't even think Zimdela believes in luck; but right now, I know I do.
Lex Robinson: You'd believe in Michael Jackson if one of your "guys" can win this match.
Steve Hebert: I'm telling you Michael Jackson is just made up to scare kids from going outside!
[Leaning on his side, Slash turns around, viewing Draco holding onto his foot. Without hesitation, he uses his other leg to wind back and kick Draco in the face, knocking him off.]
Steve Hebert: Argh! He just blatantly kicked Draco in the face! That should be a disqualification! Eliminate him!
Lex Robinson: It counts. After that, Slash climbs to his feet, showing himself to be the only man standing in the ring. Walking towards Danny Polar, who is on his knees and holding his head, Slash tries to help him up, obviously wanting help in removing the Sentinels from the ring. However, Danny is unaware of his surroundings and knows that he has just gone through with feuding with Slash and his former ally, Mike Phantasy. Knowing this, he leaps up to his feet, waistlocks Slash and belly-to-belly suplexes him into the corner! Slash lands upside down against the turnbuckles!
Steve Hebert: It's unfortunate that he didn't go over that top rope and land on the floor.
Lex Robinson: He certainly got lucky.
Steve Hebert: Like the little bitch-boy that he is, Danny Polar moves over to Fury and helps him to his feet. Again, they act like a team -- who the fuck does that in a battle royal -- and are going after the Sentinels.
Lex Robinson: It could work to their advantage! They're obviously outnumbered.
Steve Hebert: They're against the Sentinels of Insanity, who are showing amazing cohesiveness in this match. Usually, they'd be beating on each other. But oddly enough, the opposite is happening!
Lex Robinson: So true. You'd normally see them trying to kill one another, wanting to get the win, but it's all different here. Hell, Gwenivere Jordan isn't even supposed to be in this match. Apparently she stole Regan Chambers' spot.
Steve Hebert: And there's nothing wrong with that.
Lex Robinson: Well, back a few months ago she stole Fury's winning lottery ticket to fight Draco. It was Fury who had the chance of facing Draco for that title, but she robbed him!
Steve Hebert: Eh, it's survival of the fittest. And seeing how Fury is only 12 pounds, Gwenivere is much fitter. Not to mention he would have lost, anyhow.
Lex Robinson: Hell no. This is Fury's chance for revenge right here. Together, he and Danny lifts Gwenivere up to her feet, kicks her and Irish-whips her into the ropes. When she bounces back, she is backdropped high into the air. Fury uses Danny's hands to climb into the air and Danny pushes him off, throwing him with a moonsault onto Gwenivere Jordan! Whoa!
[Springing right up to his feet, Fury quickly lands on top of Gwenivere with a somersault senton, directly followed by him rolling into a standing headscissors from his teammate, Danny Polar, who hoists him into a powerbomb position. Just as fast as that happens, he drops Fury onto Gwenivere, powerbombing him on top of her.]
Lex Robinson: This double-team word could lead to a major advantage for Polar and Fury! Again, Fury rolls to his feet and positions himself between Danny's legs.
Steve Hebert: He likes that spot, doesn't he?
Lex Robinson: You shut it.
[Danny hoists Fury up onto his shoulders in another powerbomb position; but before he can be dropped on Gwenivere, Casanova rises and shoots out from the corner, tackling Danny Polar down to the mat with an amazing spear. As a result, Fury tumbles onto the mat, while Casanova straddles Danny's chest, punching away at his head.]
Steve Hebert: Hahaha, yes! That stopped the ambiguously gay duo 2.0 from doing any more damage to Gwenny!
Lex Robinson: Casanova stopped it just in time. Goddamn.
Steve Hebert: And now Draco is up and is stomping away at Slash Tannon's head, as he is still hanging upside down in the corner. Man, that's hilarious. The Sentinels are rising again! There's no keeping them down!
Lex Robinson: Up to his feet, Fury plucks Casanova off his partner and kicks the vampire. He's about to bounce himself off the ropes when Zimdela steps in front of him, tosses him into the air and on the way down, smashes his face off the mat with a 3/4 facelock bulldog!
Steve Hebert: Hahaha, that's excellent!
Lex Robinson: Showing even more unity, Zimdela helps his fellow Tag Team Champion up to her feet. They focus on Fury, who is in pain on the mat. Locking her arms around Fury's arms, Gwenivere stands behind the soon-to-be victim as Zimdela backs up.
Steve Hebert: Good. Here goes nothing.
[Bouncing off the ropes, he torpedoes back, hoping to hit Fury with a running forearm. Getting a surge of energy out of nowhere, Fury breaks away from Gwenivere's hold and rolls to the side, allowing Zimdela to smash his forearm against Gwenivere's jaw, knocking her over to the top rope and onto the apron.]
Steve Hebert: Oh shhiiit...
Lex Robinson: She was almost eliminated by her own partner there!
Steve Hebert: She's still on the apron. She's still safe!
Lex Robinson: Zimdela is flabbergasted! While she's pulling herself up, Zimdela prefusely apologizes, begging for forgiveness. This is a bad idea because Fury is sneaking up behind him. Dropkick by Fury!
[Zimdela is sent right into Gwenivere Jordan, knocking her off the apron and onto the floor, eliminating her.] Eliminated: Gwenivere Jordan
Lex Robinson: Oh my God!
Steve Hebert: No, not Gwenny! At least she still has her Platinum Title!
Lex Robinson: But she won't be a two-time Sin Trophy winner! The 2004 Sin Trophy winner is outta here!
Steve Hebert: I don't believe it. This is horrible.
Lex Robinson: Believe it. The rest of the Sentinels are surprised, as well. Casanova and Draco look at Zimdela and out at Gwenivere, who is furious about being knocked out of the match!
Steve Hebert: Wait... wait... watch it...
Lex Robinson: Out of nowhere, Fury flips his body around Zimdela, sunset-flipping him...! We might have a new champion right here...
[...1...2...]
Steve Hebert: Zimdela kicks out!
Lex Robinson: However, he wasn't saved by his Sentinel allies! Maybe things are starting to break down for them.
Steve Hebert: No way. There's no chance in hell.
Lex Robinson: It's very possible!
[Storming back up, an enraged Zimdela Brudon knocks Fury to the mat, picks him back up and whips him into the corner. Following in with a ring-shaking clothesline, Zimdela follows that up with a series of elbows and punches.]
Steve Hebert: See? Zimdela isn't going to let that little kid get away with that. Zimdela eats little kids for breakfasts. And I mean that sexually.
Lex Robinson: Hey now. Watch it.
Steve Hebert: I'm watching.
Lex Robinson: Only six men remain. One of these six will be the last man standing and will be the 2005 Sin Trophy winner. Who will this be?
Steve Hebert: My money's on Casanova. No, wait... Draco. No, no. It'll be Zimdela... or... Gwenivere Jordan!
Lex Robinson: She just got eliminated even though she wasn't even supposed to be in this thing!
Steve Hebert: Ah, I'm sure she'll find a way to get back in!
[Fury and Zimdela tangle in one corner, with Zimdela gaining the advantage with some headbutts. On the opposite corner, Casanova picks up Danny Polar and starts kicking and stomping away at him. Finally un-hooking himself from the turnbuckles, Slash Tannon drops to the mat, where he receives a stomp from Draco, followed up with him being picked up and bulldoged into the center of the ring.]
Steve Hebert: Yet again, the Sentinels are in full control.
Lex Robinson: As you say that, Casanova does a number on Danny Polar's chest; chopping and slapping the life out of him.
Steve Hebert: Good! Casanova may as well have some fun with his piece of meat.
Lex Robinson: You speak too soon, as Danny reverses the flow of things! Now he goes to work on Casanova's chest. He whips him out -- Casanova is heading towards Fury, who has been whipped out by Zimdela.
[Seeing the World Champ run at him with another spear, Fury leapfrogs over his attacker and falls to the ground, rolling up to his feet. Hence, Casanova cannot stop in time before he crashes into Zimdela Brudon with a titanic spear, dropping him to the ground.]
Steve Hebert: Aw, fuck.
Lex Robinson: Casanova hit his one stablemate with the spear! The World Champion just took out the Ultraviolence Champion!
Steve Hebert: Zimdela is gonna need a good ol' fashioned chair and start hitting people with it.
Lex Robinson: Not unless he can become a part of the final two, which is when things become a one-on-one Falls Count Anywhere match. As of now, things are not looking too bright for that to happen.
Steve Hebert: Don't say such awful things! Don't be so negative!
Lex Robinson: It's the truth. And here comes Danny and Fury, who connect with a double-dropkick to Casanova, knocking him underneath the top rope and onto the floor.
Steve Hebert: Oh jesus! He's not out, is he?!
Lex Robinson: Nope, he isn't. He has to go OVER the top rope.
Steve Hebert: Phew!
[Now putting full attention on Zimdela, Danny and Fury decide to double-team him; with Danny locking in a waistlock as Fury bounces off the ropes. Charging forward, Fury brings Danny and Zimdela down with an STO, while Danny keeps his hold on Zimdela, sending him flying onto his head with a German suplex.]
Lex Robinson: Sweet Jesus, what a move! Furthermore, Danny holds his arms around Zimdela's legs, lifting him up into a Pendulum Swing! Zimdela is gonna submit!
Steve Hebert: No way! No f'n way! He's not going to lose his Ultraviolence Championship Title like that!
Lex Robinson: Attempting to stop this, Draco goes to make the save, but he is halted by Fury, who brings him down to the mat with a spinning hurricanrana! Fury is making the cover, while Zimdela is locked into that Pendulum Swing!
[...1...2...]
Steve Hebert: Draco kicks out! Thank fuck!
[In the meantime, Casanova climbs back up onto the apron and then onto the top turnbuckle. Diving off, he connects with a flying dropkick to the back of Danny's head, finally freeing Zimdela from the hold held by Danny Polar.]
Lex Robinson: There's the help Zimdela required.
Steve Hebert: Good!
Lex Robinson: However, Casanova re-entering the ring just proves to be trouble for himself as Slash Tannon charges out of the corner, looking to hit him with a superkick!
Steve Hebert: Good jesus no! Casanova steps to the side, catches Slash by his right leg and sidewinder suplexes him out of the ring -- over the top rope and onto the floor! Eliminated: Slash Tannon
Lex Robinson: Goddamnit!
Steve Hebert: Traitor on traitor violence -- you gotta love it... or hate it. Whatever you prefer.
Lex Robinson: And we're down to just five!
Steve Hebert: Three Sentinels and two terribles.
Lex Robinson: Danny and Fury are outnumbered. But they're a damn good team. They might be able to overcome these odds.
Steve Hebert: Only if that little rat, Fury, would stop hitting Draco with those punches.
Lex Robinson: I have a feeling that'll happen fairly soon because Casanova, after dispensing of Slash Tannon, is creeping up behind him. Grabbing a hand full of hair, Casanova yanks Fury to his feet, removing him from Draco.
Steve Hebert: Obey our vampire overlord, Fury!
Lex Robinson: Not enjoying this one bit, however; Fury swings his leg back, low-blowing Casanova! And I thought Steve said vampires have no testicles...
Steve Hebert: I was wrong; I admit it. But goddamn, that hurt just to watch it.
[Springboarding off Draco's back, Fury leaps onto the top-rope and then bounces back with a moonsault, taking Casanova down. He even hooks a leg for a pinfall.]
[...1...2...]
Steve Hebert: Casanova is safe!
Lex Robinson: Fury was pulled off by Zimdela!
Steve Hebert: After that, Zimdela is going to do some more pulling -- a special kind of pulling, that is.
Lex Robinson: Not if Danny Polar has anything to say about it. He comes up behind Zimdela, lifts him up into a back suplex position, but swings him forward, driving him down to the mat with a back-suplex into a sit-down powerbomb, aka a Blue Thunder Driver!
Steve Hebert: Oh shit.
Lex Robinson: The Ultraviolence Champion's legs are jack-knifed and Danny goes for a pin!
[...1...2...]
Lex Robinson: One... two... thr-...
Steve Hebert: No! Zimdela kicks out! Holy Jesus, thank God!
Lex Robinson: Danny was so close to being a double-champion, it's ridiculous!
Steve Hebert: And wouldn't that just be awful?
[Rolling backwards, getting up to his feet, Danny Polar watches as Draco, who has also recently gotten up, storms in at at him with a clothesline.]
Lex Robinson: That clotheslines misses its target! A full-nelson is applied by Danny Polar... and now a full-nelson suplex! He has dropped Draco on his head, but he isn't done! He still has that full-nelson applied and is dragging Draco up with him. Another full-nelson suplex!
Steve Hebert: Christ, I think his chin is embedded into his chest.
Lex Robinson: I wouldn't doubt that at all. It seems that there's even more to follow. For the second-time in a row, Danny Polar stands to his feet, still with the full-nelson applies. The Nyne-Lives! He just hit one of his patented moves!
Steve Hebert: Holy fuck no. It can't end like this for Draco; it just can't!
Lex Robinson: If Danny can make the cover, it will. Everyone else is down. He's sliding... sliding... almost there... and he's on him! The referee is counting!
[...1...2...]
Steve Hebert: Draco gets his shoulder up!
Lex Robinson: Unbelievable! He should have been out right there!
Steve Hebert: Hell no.
Lex Robinson: Danny cannot believe it, either. Very slowly, he lifts Draco back up and reverse atomic drops him onto the top rope. This is a danger zone for Draco.
[Rubbing his hands together, Danny Polar climbs out onto the apron, preparing to slingshot himself into the ring. Once he does, he is taken off-guard when he slingshots himself into a big kick to the face from Casanova, instead of clotheslining Draco off the ropes and to the floor.]
Steve Hebert: Haha, so much for that. Casanova just saved Draco -- now that's how you redeem yourself, Lex.
Lex Robinson: Draco got lucky because he is hung out to dry on the top rope. Hell, I don't know how he's still stan-- HOLY SHIT!
[While Casanova stands over Danny Polar's fallen body, Zimdela Brudon jumps to his feet and superkicks Draco off the ring ropes, causing him to swandive onto the floor.] Eliminated: Draco
Lex Robinson: Zimdela Brudon just superkick Draco out of the ring! That's... that's shades of their last encounter in another fed, where Zimdela superkick Draco off the side of a cage!
Steve Hebert: NO! NO! HOLY SHIT NO! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! I HAVEN'T SCREAMED LIKE THIS SINCE THAT ONE NIGHT ZIMDELA AND I SPENT IN THAT HOTEL ROOM! OH GOD, I NEED TO SHUT UP NOW, I'VE SAID TOO MUCH!
Lex Robinson: ...Uh... even Casanova's stunned! Surprised at this latest turn of events, Casanova snickers to himself, he has no idea what to do!
Steve Hebert: Yep, well, so much for that cohesiveness shown by the Sentinels.
Lex Robinson: More importantly, we're down to just four men. When the next two are eliminated, the match becomes a one-on-one contest, with the winner earning the 2005 Sin Trophy, which already has Gwenivere Jordan's name etched on it from 2004.
Steve Hebert: It should have been Draco's.
Lex Robinson: I thought you wanted it to be Gwenivere Jordan?
Steve Hebert: You silly bastard, she wasn't in this match.
Lex Robinson: Uhm...
[Out of nowhere, Casanova kicks Zimdela in the gut, breaking their alliance.]
Steve Hebert: Oh shit.
Lex Robinson: And they're off!
[Fist for fist, Casanova and Zimdela go back and forth, while Draco finally gets to his feet, desperately trying to get back into the ring; only to be held back by several ringside referees.]
Lex Robinson: Draco has to be restraint. Man, oh man, he is so pissed about being eliminated... and by Zimdela!
Steve Hebert: They should just let him go. He deserves this! Hell, he's a Hall of Famer and a two-time World Champion!
Lex Robinson: That's not gonna happen. Hell, while these two Sentinels members are beating the life out of each other, Danny Polar and Fury are on the opposite side of the ring, convalescing.
Steve Hebert: Conva-what not?
Lex Robinson: Look out!
[Bursting across the ring once Zimdela and Casanova are open, Danny Polar latches onto Zimdela with a sleeperhold, while Fury twists his body around Casanova, sending him sprawling under the bottom rope with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors.]
Lex Robinson: For the second-time tonight, Casanova goes to the floor -- but he's safe! That doesn't count as an elimination.
Steve Hebert: Thank God for that.
[Holding Zimdela tight in the sleeper-hold, Danny Polar cinches it in, but soon changes that into a joint sleeper-hold/German suplex combination, folding Zimdela up to a chorus of cheers.]
Lex Robinson: Holy! Zimdela's neck could be broken!
Steve Hebert: If he couldn't suck his own dick before, he certainly can now!
[Lifting Zimdela somewhat up, Draco motions for Fury to go to the top rope. As he does, he pushes Zimdela into the adjacent corner, lifting him up and sitting him on the top turnbuckle pad. Climbing up alongside him, he gives Zimdela some punches to the ribs, which he follows by wrapping Zimdela's right arm around his head, looking to go for a superplex.]
Lex Robinson: Uh oh. Fury is on one corner... Danny and Zimdela are on the other. This could be disastrous for Zimdela.
Steve Hebert: Oh, no it's not! He's fighting back, striking Danny Polar in the gut with some punches. He's not allowing Danny to superplex him off the top rope!
Lex Robinson: With one last breath of air, Zimdela hoists Danny up and flies off the top turnbuckle, sending Polar crashing to the ground with The Very Best in Pain!
Steve Hebert: Yes! Holy shit yes! Take that, Danny Polar, you goddamn ugly retard!
Lex Robinson: Seconds after they slam to the mat, Fury soars off the top turnbuckle, contorting his body around in mid-air twice, hitting the Red Bomb on... Danny Polar. What the...?!
Steve Hebert: I think there was a miscue! Even so, Fury is leaning on top of Danny!
Lex Robinson: I have no clue what's going on, but Danny Polar has just been hit with two excruciating moves! The referee is making the count...
[...1...2...3!]
Eliminated: Danny Polar
New TV Champion: Fury
Lex Robinson: We have a new Television Champion!
Steve Hebert: What a stupid move by Fury! He also eliminated his partner!
Lex Robinson: He saw a chance and he took it. It was pretty smart.
Steve Hebert: Goddamn, this match is full of surprises.
Lex Robinson: I hear ya. Danny Polar, getting to his feet, is slightly confused about what just happened.
Steve Hebert: You just your title, moron! And you're eliminated; now get out of the ring!
Lex Robinson: He knows now. Even though he can't believe it.
Steve Hebert: Well, he should.
Lex Robinson: He and Fury are sharing some words back and forth; Danny's not liking this one bit. But nevertheless, he's leaving the ring, pissed off and without a title.
Steve Hebert: I like how you put that.
Lex Robinson: Only three men remain. The 2005 Sin Trophy winner will either be Fury, the new Television Champion; Zimdela Brudon, the Ultraviolence Champion; or Casanova, the World Champion, who is also currently climbing into the ring. Seeing this, Fury stands his ground, taking Casanova down when he charges at him. He goes to hit a running shooting star press, but Casanova rolls to safety and Fury lands on his stomach.
Steve Hebert: Good!
Lex Robinson: He kicks-up...
Steve Hebert: Not good!
Lex Robinson: And charges towards Casanova, who throws him high into the air, right into the clutches of Zimdela Brudon. Latching his legs around Zimdela's neck, Fury flips backwards, driving Zimdela's head down onto the mat with a hurricanrana!
Steve Hebert: Oh shit, he has Zimdela's leg held down!
[...1...2...]
Steve Hebert: Casanova with the save!
Lex Robinson: Following that right up, he flings Fury right over the top rope and on to the floor! Fury is out of here! It's down to just two men!
[The bell rings, signifying the end of the match. The referee enters the ring, separating Zimdela and Casanova into opposite corners, where they both await the start of the Falls-Count Anywhere match.] Final Two: Zimdela Brudon and Casanova
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Falls Count Anywhere - Sin Trophy
Casanova vs. Zimdela Brudon
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Lex Robinson: Here it is, ladies and gentlemen, the final match in Sin Wrestling 1.0 history.
Steve Hebert: This'll be in the 2012 edition of Trivial Pursuit, too.
Lex Robinson: I really doubt that, but anyway. After that long and arduous battle royal, we've finally filtered it all down to two opponents, Casanova and Zimdela Brudon, both of whom will be fighting for the Sin Trophy. Keep in mind that neither man can no longer lose his title, but he will walk out with that trophy, which is being wheeled to the ring right now.
[Battered, bruised and tired, Casanova and Zimdela Brudon stand on opposite sides of the ring, watching as the Sin Trophy is wheeled down to the ringside area. When the official pushing it reaches the ring, he comes to a halt, standing in place, ready for the final match to begin.]
Steve Hebert: This is also the final match of Over The Top Rope 2. And goddamnit, it's much better than seeing Charlotte West in the ring.
Lex Robinson: Some may disagree with you... but this time, I won't.
Steve Hebert: Damn right. Now let's get this thing started.
Lex Robinson: I'm with you. The two men are moving in at each other, even though they are exhausted from the battle royal. Each man having their sheer of their eliminations. Casanova taking out Fury, Slash Tannon, etc.; while Zimdela most notably took out Draco and Gwenivere Jordan -- thanks to some assistance from Fury.
Steve Hebert: It was a shame. She fought so hard to be in that match, too.
Lex Robinson: For the last time, she wasn't supposed to be in it! She stole Regan Chambers' spot!
Steve Hebert: Oh. Oh yeah, you're right.
[Locking eyes, the two breathe heavily and don't say a word to each other. Upon hearing the bell, Casanova is the first person to do anything, as he instantly starts by kicking Zimdela in the right leg, buckling him over.]
Lex Robinson: Casanova begins the match with a kick to Zimdela's legs. This match is falls-count anywhere and that means there's no rules. Basically, this match could end anywhere.
Steve Hebert: Of course, that's right up Zimdela's alleyway... if you know what I mean.
Lex Robinson: If you're trying to be dirty-minded, then just stop. However, if you're saying that this match is in favor of Zimdela due to his history with hardcore rules, then you are extremely correct.
[Casanova sends a series of punches into Zimdela's head, knocking him back into the corner. After the punches, he sends several kicks into Zimdela's gut and pushes him against the turnbuckles. Whipping him across the ring, he slams Zimdela into the opposite set of turnbuckles and charges in, hitting an avalanche into the corner.]
Lex Robinson: A giant wave of vampire comes over Zimdela!
Steve Hebert: Which is followed up by Casanova hitting a swinging DDT off the second turnbuckle. He has our Ultraviolent Champ down and is covering him... This could be over already!
[...1...2...]
Lex Robinson: Not a chance. Zimdela kicks out at the count of two.
Steve Hebert: Good enough.
[Lifting Zimdela up by his hair, Casanova front facelocks his Sentinels of Insanity ally and holds him high into the air, looking to hit a vertical suplex. Soon, he drops down, completing his vertical suplex, sending Zimdela to the mat. Swinging up to his feet, Casanova is soon to drop a knee across Zimdela's head, followed by him locking him up with a Boston Crab.]
Lex Robinson: The pacing has slowed just a tad and Casanova is hoping to create some pain for Zimdela.
Steve Hebert: Which may or may not work, since Zimdela LOVES the pain. Seriously.
Lex Robinson: For now, he is grimacing slightly. Or he's smiling. I dunno.
Steve Hebert: Yup, he is definitely smiling as Casanova pulls back, wanting to rip his legs off. You know, both men really want this.
Lex Robinson: I can tell. The last time these two met one-on-one was last November at Night of the Living Sin, which ironically was where the original Sin Trophy Tournament was held.
Steve Hebert: Casanova managed to defeat Zimdela, too.
Lex Robinson: Yeah, but he faltered in his match against Gwenivere. So, maybe he'll falter here, as well.
Steve Hebert: Psssht. Like hell.
[Zimdela reaches out to the bottom rope, clutching it, forcing Casanova to let go off the Boston Crab. Switching things up a bit, Casanova hooks both of Zimdela's legs and looks to pull him away from the ropes. Everyone's favorite pervert has other ideas, though; as he kicks Casanova off, sending him into the opposite set of ropes. When he comes back, Casanova walks directly into a lowblow from Zimdela.]
Lex Robinson: That's legal!
Steve Hebert: Is the fact that he is now applying a testicle claw legal?
Lex Robinson: It is!
Steve Hebert: Oh darn. That's not looking -- or feeling too good for the World Champ.
Lex Robinson: Have you ever had a testicle claw, Steve? You always say you're a giver and not a receiver.
Steve Hebert: Damn, now that's one hard question. Ask me tomorrow.
Lex Robinson: All k!
[Looking to break free, Casanova swings his right arm at Zimdela's head, but misses. Holding Casanova up, Zimdela drops him across his right knee with a reverse atomic drop. Furiously whipping himself into the ropes, Zimdela bounces back and returns with a major lariat, nearly chopping off Casanova's head.]
Lex Robinson: Cutting off the head is a true method of killing a vampire and that's nearly what Zimdela did.
Steve Hebert: Eh, Casanova's still hanging in there. He is the World Champ, you know.
Lex Robinson: I know how talented and great he is -- both of these men are Hall of Famers, remember?
Steve Hebert: Word. Just word.
Lex Robinson: Picking Casanova right up, Zimdela facelocks him and wraps his left arm around his head. He holds him up and hooks Casanova's left leg, as well. He hits a fisherman's buster square in the center of the canvas! But he's not going for the pin...?
Steve Hebert: God no. He's turning this match "Zimdela-style". He's throwing two chairs into the ring, he slides out a table and sets it up on the floor and he brings out a bag... filled with something!
Lex Robinson: God only knows what that is.
Steve Hebert: Whatever it is, he's holding it to his side as he picks up the ring steps and heaves them into the ring. By the time he gets back up onto the apron, Casanova is standing up and charges forward, knocking Zimdela off the apron with a running forearm shot!
Lex Robinson: And I think his head hit our table!
Steve Hebert: Eh, I'm sure he's fine.
Lex Robinson: I dunno. While Zimdela's on the floor, Casanova is climbing to the top turnbuckle. This is awfully risky after that long battle royal he was just featured in... but it may work, who knows!
[Waiting for the perfect moment, Casanova leaps off, catching Zimdela with a flying crossbody plancha to the floor.]
Lex Robinson: And so it did! That's ten bucks for me, Steve.
Steve Hebert: Crap.
[Out here, Casanova wastes little time in going back to work on Zimdela, who has dropped his bag with the unknown items inside. Suplexing Zimdela on the floor, Casanova then picks up a chair, holds it above his head and cracks it down across Zimdela's back, sending a resounding sickening thud throughout the arena.]
Lex Robinson: Jeez! Did you hear that?!
Steve Hebert: Of course I did. I'm sitting right here!
Lex Robinson: Taking Zimdela up to his knees, Casanova shows no signs of letting up as he begins pounding some fists into Zimdela's blistered forehead. Taking some steps back, Casanova again charges forward; this time using this momentum to slam the chair across Zimdela's skull!
Steve Hebert: Ahh, he'll be alright. He's used to that!
Lex Robinson: I dunno. Casanova's getting pretty brutal. He's even taking that chair and jabbing it into the back of Zimdela's neck!
[Spasming violently, Zimdela feels the cold steel stick into his neck, pinching the nerves in his body. Lifting the chair halfway up, Casanova instantly jams it back down, hoping to jam more nerves in Zimdela's body.]
Steve Hebert: Well shit. Zimdela won't be able to enjoy the pain if he can't fucking feel the pain! That's a pretty smart move by Casanova!
Lex Robinson: Agreed. Everyone knows how much Zimdela feeds off the pain produced on him, so this is an excellent assault that no one has yet to do to him. Going even further, Casanova picks Zimdela up and whips him up and over the ring railing, causing him to land in a row of chairs.
Steve Hebert: The idiot fans have left scrambling. That's a good thing.
Lex Robinson: It is? How so?
Steve Hebert: It's the last show of SW 1.0; so we could kill a person if we wanted.
[Hopping over the railing, Casanova covers Zimdela, who is laying across a series of three chairs. The referee goes to make the count.]
Lex Robinson: Here we go...
Steve Hebert: Casanova: the 2005 Sin Trophy winner!
[...1...2...]
Lex Robinson: Zimdela Brudon kicks out!
Steve Hebert: Maybe not!
[Picking up a fourth chair, Casanova raises it above his head and slams it down across Zimdela's body, sandwiching him between the chairs. Tossing his hair back over his head, he takes a step back and yet again decides to stampede forward. Fortunately, this time Zimdela spots him coming and rolls to safety, thus causing Casanova to go flying onto the chairs, toppling them over in the process.]
Lex Robinson: Zimdela just rolled the fuck out of the way!
Steve Hebert: He saw Casanova coming, so he got the hell out of there! Now Zimdela is climbing back over the railing, where he picks up the bag and slides into the ring. Venturing over towards the ring steps he slid in, he takes the bag and dumps thousands of thumbtacks on it! Holy shit yes!
Lex Robinson: The fans love the tacks!
Steve Hebert: These blood-hungry vultures are probably just happy that blood is bound to be spilled! Sickening!
Lex Robinson: Since when did you become so PC?
Steve Hebert: About five minutes ago.
Lex Robinson: Interesting.
[Not waiting for Casanova to return to the ring, Zimdela hops out onto the floor and climbs out over the railing again.]
Lex Robinson: As Casanova is getting to his feet, he is attacked from behind by Zimdela Brudon, who is clutching a steel chair. He gives Casanova another hard shot... and another... and another...another... another... my god, he's not stopping! Casanova is busted open!
Steve Hebert: Uh oh. You know what happens when Cas smells blood, don't you?
Lex Robinson: I think I have an idea.
Steve Hebert: He just can't lose too much of his own blood, though. Remember that time with Hardcore Timmay?
Lex Robinson: Jeesh, how could I forget? In the end, Casanova certainly got his vengeance.
Steve Hebert: Hell yes, we haven't seen Timmay since being set ablaze by Casanova. Rumor has it that he is locked up in a mental asylum somewhere, his flesh hanging from his face. But uh, that's just a rumor.
Lex Robinson: Flesh will be hanging off Casanova's face soon, as Zimdela picks him up and heaves him through a pane of glass at the back of the arena! Shards of glass splinter everywhere! These fans need to watch out!
Steve Hebert: Typical. They're always in the way. They need a good skull-fucking.
Lex Robinson: Perched over Casanova's body, Zimdela bends down, swabs some of Cas' blood in his hand and wipes it all over his face like warpaint.
Steve Hebert: What can I say? Blood turns Zimmy on. And when Zimmy is turned on, his opponent is in for a hard fucking, much like the position Casanova is currently in.
Lex Robinson: I remember way back in 2004 when Zimdela made his SW debut. He's gone from masturbating into the Canadian flag to fighting for the Sin Trophy. A pretty damn good feat, if I do say so myself.
Steve Hebert: That Canadian flag stuff was just out of line... but I'm from Quebec, so it's not like I care. Although, he has pretty much dominated the hardcore divison -- beating everyone from Sid the ugly motherfucker to Goliath to Frank the drunken homeless guy.
Lex Robinson: Not too shabby at all.
[Taking a shard of glass, Zimdela leans up against Casanova, grating it across his forehead, slicing him open even more.]
Lex Robinson: Like a veracious animal, Zimdela busts his ally and opponent up even more. These two have known each other for awhile, so it's no sib surprise that they know of each other's weaknesses, which they are targeting.
Steve Hebert: Casanova is being lifted up and is thrown into the solid wall. Does that count as a weakness?
Lex Robinson: No, but that blood-stain left on the wall is a telling sign of something!
Steve Hebert: Agreed. Now where's Zimdela going?!
Lex Robinson: Honestly, I have no idea! Disappearing behind a black curtain, there is no sign of Zimdela; where the hell is he? He should be capitalizing on this!
[Suddenly, there's a loud roar as if an engine has turned on. From the side, the image of a zamboni can be spotted entering the scene, with Zimdela Brudon driving it.]
Lex Robinson: Oh, dear God.
Steve Hebert: He's gonna run Casanova over... with the zamboni! Zambonis are hardcore! He's putting the pedal to the floor, look at it go!
[In almost slow-motion the zamboni moves, allowing Casanova to pop his head up and witness the object that is headed towards him. Rolling to the side, he permits Zimdela to drive past him and jumps up alongside the driver's seat on the machine.]
Lex Robinson: Casanova's fighting offh is blood loss, using his agility to storm up the side of that vehicle! Zimdela is caught off-guard with a punch from Casanova, knocking him silly. These two fire shots back and forth at each other, with Zimdela eventually gaining the upperhand! Waistlocking Cas, he steps to the edge of the zamboni, peering down at a set of two tables to the side.
Steve Hebert: Uh oh. Someone's gonna die! I think Casanova just might be impaled on that table! Christ, if that wood goes through his heart, we really will have another death! Jawsome!
Lex Robinson: Not quite, as Casanova is fighting back, striking Zimdela with elbows and fists. He unleashes so much damage onto Zimdela that he is forced to be let go! Casanova now with some European uppercuts that allow him to gain the advantage. Gripping Zimdela's hair, he tries to throw him off the side of the zamboni, but to no avail; Zimdela is able to keep his balance and fire back with a side kick to Casanova's ribcage.
Steve Hebert: That kick wasn't as high as the one he gave to Draco!
Lex Robinson: Maybe if he kicked higher, he would have knocked Casanova off the zamboni, then.
Steve Hebert: Bah!
[Scooping Casanova up, Zimdela appears to go for a Tombstone piledriver, which isn't secured enough. This allows Casanova to sneak out behind him and attempt to throw him off the side of the zamboni again, which Zimmy promptly puts a stop to. At exactly the same time, both men manage to throw the other off the zamboni, resulting in the duo going through two sets of tables!]
Steve Hebert: Holy shit! They both fell off that goddamn zamboni! What a bad move for Zimdela to bring that in!
Lex Robinson: And they are both out! If one of them were to cover the other, I'm fairly certain that they'd win the match.
Steve Hebert: Uh oh.
[The first person to stir is Zimdela, who manages to gently sling his arm around Casanova's chest. Upon seeing this amongst the carnage of bodies and broken tables, the referee makes the count.]
Steve Hebert: Here it is! Zimdela's gonna join his partner in being a Sin Trophy winner!
[...1...2...]
Lex Robinson: Casanova barely kicks out!
Steve Hebert: What?! That was a three!
Lex Robinson: Nope, the World Champ got his right shoulder up!
Steve Hebert: You're fucking kidding me!
Lex Robinson: No way, not at all. Just look, they're still going.
[On his knees, Zimdela cracks Casanova's head off the hard concrete floor several times and stands both himself and his competitor up. Dragging Casanova towards the fans with a hand full of hair, Zimdela launches him up against the ring railing, the steel hitting the broad of Casanova's back. Runnig towards Casanova, who is leaning against the railing, Zimdela goes for a clothesline, only to have Casanova duck down and backdrop him up and over the railing.]
Lex Robinson: Smack! Zimdela lands hard on the floor! Goddamn!
Steve Hebert: Jesus, there has to be broken bones, bruises and god knows what else. They both want this trophy so badly that they are willing to kill each other for it.
Lex Robinson: We may get to that point, Steve. Holy goddamn. What's next? Is Casanova getting a chair?
Steve Hebert: Indeed he is. He's picking it up and is apparently waiting for Zimdela to rise.
[Once he stands, Zimdela turns around, only to see Casanova throw a chair at his head, knocking him back into the ring post.]
Lex Robinson: That chair just got mangled around Zimdela's chair!
Steve Hebert: He literally threw it at the guy's head!
Lex Robinson: After what these two have gone through tonight, I am seriously surprised that these two are still able to move. They outlasted everyone else and here they are, fighting for the Sin Trophy.
Steve Hebert: I still say Gwenivere Jordan will win it.
Lex Robinson: I... I... ugh...
[Setting up a chair near the railing, Casanova proceeds to take some steps back, turn around and charges forward. Jumping off the chair, onto the railing and leaping off the rail, Casanova, much like a lightning bolt, flies through the air and connects with a clothesline to Zimdela, taking him down. Lifting him back up, he eagerly rolls Zimdela back into the ring, along with the mess of chairs, thumbtacks and steel steps.]
Lex Robinson: Up on the apron, Casanova begins to ascend to the top turnbuckle. He faces the fans, who actually cheer for him. Lifting off, he flies through the air and...
Steve Hebert: And is cracked in the face with a chair!
Lex Robinson: Zimdela had seen him coming and at the last minute, picked up a chair and swung it at the flying vampire! Casanova's head snapped back like I don't know what! Staggering back, holding himself against the ropes, Zimdela smiles at what he has just done. This is fucked-up!
Steve Hebert: You can say that again.
Lex Robinson: This is really, really fucked-up!
[Shooting himself off the ropes, Zimmy double-stomps on Casanova and bounces off the opposite set of rope, returning with a senton splash onto the World Champion. Laying his back over him, Zimdela goes for the cover.]
Steve Hebert: This is it. There's no way in hell Casanova can get up after all of that. He's nearly bleeding to death, also. So... goddamn... just goddamn.
Lex Robinson: The leg is hooked...
[...1...2...]
Lex Robinson: But there's a kickout! Zimdela is amazed, pissed and probably horny!
Steve Hebert: As usual.
Lex Robinson: Standing up, Zimdela in disbelief, points to the ring step, which is covered in tacks, receiving a hardy roar of approval from the fans.
[He sets the step up, walks over to Casanova and drags him near the steel object. Bouncing Casanova's head off the steps and thumbtacks just once allows Zimdela to easily throw his opponent into the corner and lift him up to the top turnbuckle, having him face the fans.]
Lex Robinson: Oh no... Casanova is set-up on the top turnbuckle.
Steve Hebert: I can see that. I do believe a thumbtack just fell from his goddamn forehead! Can you believe that shit?!
Lex Robinson: Amazingly, I do.
Steve Hebert: Holy fuck.
[Getting out on the outer portion of the apron, Zimdela climbs the turnbuckles, pulling Casanova up with him. They're both standing on the top turnbuckle when Zimdela waistlocks Casanova, hoists him up and is ready to drop him with The Very Best in Pain onto the steel step and tacks.]
Lex Robinson: Zimdela's gonna hit The Very Best in Pain! This is it!
Steve Hebert: Oh fuck, Casanova's fighting back; sending elbow after elbow to Zimdela's head!
Lex Robinson: There's some punches! He has freed himself! Following that, Casanova strikes Zimdela with some palm thrusts to the bridge of his nose!
Steve Hebert: Oh man...
Lex Robinson: Destiny Calling off the top rope and onto the steel steps and thumbtacks! Zimdela goes face-first into the step and tacks... his face slams against the steel and the tacks! Oh my Jesus Christ!
Steve Hebert: No! Oh, holy fuck!
[On the mat, Casanova manages to crawl over on top of Zimdela, making the cover. The referee, Stew Mattews, starts his count.]
[...1...2...]
Lex Robinson: ONE... TWO... THREE!
[...3!]
Lex Robinson: Casanova's did it! In the process, he has also bloodied Zimdela Brudon!
Steve Hebert: I can't believe it. This is nuts.
Lex Robinson: Believe it. What a great match. What a great show. Look how long these two were wrestling!
Steve Hebert: If it was me, I'd die of a heart attack.
Lex Robinson: I know you would.
[When the bell rings, Casanova is congratulated on his victory and is handed his World Title. Limping a tad, he is lifted up to his feet with some help from the referee and he holds his hands in the air.]
Lex Robinson: These fans are extremely appreciative of these two. Listen to the chants.
Steve Hebert: Blah!
[After the match, Casanova is presented with the Sin Trophy, which he holds above his bleeding head, proud of his accomplishment.]
Lex Robinson: Casanova showed why he is in the Hall of Fame and why he is probably one of the best wrestlers in SW 1.0 history. You gotta believe the hype surrounding him.
Steve Hebert: I would much rather die.
Lex Robinson: Eh, anyhow, this is our last-- wait...
[As Casanova celebrates, Zimdela Brudon happens to stumble to his feet, still a little dazed from, you know, dropping face-first into the steps and tacks. Stumbling forward, he comes face-to-face with Casanova, who doesn't flinch a muscle. The two stare each other down, looking almost as if they're gonna come to blows, when suddenly something happens...]
Lex Robinson: What's gonna happen? Are they going to fight?
Steve Hebert: Do it. They should. They should knock the piss out of each other.
Lex Robinson: That may very well happen!
[Zimdela Brudon extends his right hand to Casanova, looking for a handshake.]
Lex Robinson: Zimdela Brudon... is... looking for a handshake!
Steve Hebert: What the hell?! Of all people...
Lex Robinson: Is Casanova going to accept?
[The handshake is indeed accepted.]
Lex Robinson: They're shaking on it. These two bloodgeoned men, who pretty much destroyed each other, are shaking on it. No wonder they're teammates. They may be Sentinels, but goddamn, they're excellent competitors.
Steve Hebert: Needs more complete anarchy and disorder.
[Leaving the ring, Zimdela allows Casanova to stand in the spotlight as he holds the Sin Trophy in the air, while having the referee strap his World Title around his waist.]
Lex Robinson: This is it folks. The final seconds of Sin Wrestling 1.0. It's been a damn good run, don't you think, Steve?
Steve Hebert: It was all good. In general, I hated a lot of things and people and hating stuff is fun, so I give it a thumbs up.
Lex Robinson: Very, very true. When Sin Wrestling 2.0 starts up, I don't know if you'll be seeing us; so if you don't, I want to thank each and everyone of you people who tuned in, helped us gain fame and made us what we are today. I appreciate it and so does Steve.
Steve Hebert: Hey! Don't put words in my mouth!
Lex Robinson: Despite what Steve says, he knows it's true. Thank you all and goodnight!
Steve Hebert: Don't forget to tune in next week when--
Lex Robinson: You won't be here next week!
Steve Hebert: We won't? Oh snap. Well then, congratulations to Gwenivere Jordan, the 2005 Sin Trophy winner!
Lex Robinson: ...Ugh, you'll never change.
[The Sin Wrestling logo rises in the bottom right corner and the camera gives a final shot of Casanova holding up the Sin Trophy. With that, the screen turns black.]
Steve Hebert: Hey, wait, where did we go?! Come back here!
Lex Robinson: ...
Steve Hebert: Fine! Goodnight, everyone and goodbye! From your resident asshole and Francophone extraordinare, Steven Q. Hebert. The Q stands for Queefer.
[The credits roll and the scene fades out.] Winner: Casanova; 2005 Sin Trophy Winner
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