We switch shots to find Canis in his locker room, sat on the floor staring into the flickering candle that stands before him. Opened on the floor is a Bible, though he stares intently into the flame as if trying to ignore something... as the camera pans out, we realise why as Father Raul Mendoza, his assistant Father Rodriguez and the two man-mountain bodyguards that have been accompanying them around the AWA recently lurk over his hooded frame
Mendoza: You failed us last week, Canis. We were reliant upon you to take hold of the Universal Championship and propell Opus Dei even higher into the AWA's glance.
Canis: But it was partly your fault, Father! If you-
Mendoza: Do not criticise me, my son. I am doing what is best for Opus Dei and, of course, God. It seems you are the one that is not fully committed to the cause.
Canis: You know i serve God with my life... how dare you!!
Mendoza: Do not raise your voice to me... perhaps i have been too soft on you so far. However, tonight is your chance to redeem yourself under the gazing eyes of God. You will thrust the cause back in to the public view... we will not drift back into oblivion.
Canis knows what Mendoza means and bolts straight out of the door towards the ring, stomping as if he were a vicious monster of hell bent only on destruction. Once he has gone, we hear the booming voices of one of the two bodyguards for the first time
Bodyguard 1: You better be right about him, Josep. Remember our arrangement?
Mendoza: Of course... but please, use my 'given' name whilst i am in these robes. It is... essential.
Tex: Wait a minute.... Josep?!
Duff: I knew there was something fishy about them! I knew it! Does Canis know??
Tex: I'm getting the awkward feeling that, as sickening as he seems... Canis doesn't have a clue of the real motives of "Raul Mendoza..." and his clan...
The four men follow Canis at a slower pace, keen to watch their Angel of God desecrate all before him... the stench of suspicion following them intensely
We see the camera open up somewhere backstage as Foxxxy Dreams stands next to Metamania, who has his hands on his hips as he staring somewhere into space for a second as Foxxxy Dreams asks him a simple question.
Foxxxy: Metamania, last week you managed to do exactly what you did best and defeat Black Bone, thus advancing. This week, you now possibly face a greater threat in the form of Toxic Angel, the angel of darkness who has promised a beating unlike any other. What are you thoughts for the match?
Metamania: Simple, Foxxxy. It doesn't matter if I am fighting a male or a female in the business! Anyone that dares to step in my way will surely receive a taste of the type of hell that only I can deliver! Toxic Angel, I don't care if you call yourself the Angel Of Darkness, because you are quite frankly a woman that may turn out to be a useless wrestler in the end! Your track record, your history, none of that means nothing to me now! Mark my words, Toxic Angel - tonight, you will be going against one of the best in the business! You can give me the biggest beating that you can deliver, but it still won't be enough! Because no matter what, I will rise from the ground and I will hurt you twice as much! I'm not ready to back out of anything and I certainly won't back out of this fight! You think you have what it takes to go against one of the greatest wrestlers in the business? Then you better be bringing your A game tonight, because you still wouldn't be able to beat me - not on your best damn day! After tonight, the legacy and reputation that surrounds you will permanetly be squashed and there won't be a chance in hell for you against me next time! In fact, there won't even be a next time! You are nothing more but a stepping stone to my everlasting legacy that I, along with my fans and closest pals, ever created years ago and it will still continue today. Come hell or high water, Toxic Angel, you will be crushed and I will gladly go where you can never go and that's become the Universal champion someday and keep it longer that you ever did in your worthless, pathetic career! All in all, you better pray to your "God" or whoever you answer to, because I'm coming to kill the myth that is Toxic Angel and it all ends for you - TONIGHT!
Metamania looks at the camera with enormous intensity before walking away from Foxxxy as she stares after him with a look of surprise on her face as the scene slowly fades to black.
The sounds of an alarm, along with gunfire, blare over the speakers as does the whirling of helicopter blades before the guitars and drums kick off Disturbed's Indestructible. As Metamania steps out from behind the curtain and stands at the center of the top of the ramp, two pyros, from each side, blast a few times. Freya, dressed in her sexy wrestling outfit, walks over to her man, standing next to him and the two take each other's hand and start walking down the ramp aisle. They break off so that they can greet the fans with handshakes, high fives, and smiles, the crowd happy to see Metamania as they roar loudly. As they reach ringside, Metamania jumps on the apron side of the ring, then sits on the bottom rope while pulling the top rope up, looking at his wife, smiling widely. Freya returns his smile with her own as she steps through the ropes, then Metamania follows suit. The One And Only walks over to both Stormy Canyon and the referee, shaking their hands and greeting them with his trademark smile. Then he walks over to the center of the ring, faces down the camera looking back at him, and raises his right hand in the air, immediately clenching his fist. The arena lights go off as green pyro shoots from all four corners of the ring four times. The song then fades away, the lights go back up, and Freya grabs her man and kisses him passionately before the couple breaks it off. She then exits the ring, lands on the concrete floor, and watches her man closely, beginning to shout support and encouragement as Metamania shifts his attention to the entrance ramp, his game face already on, awaiting the arrival of his opponent.
SC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a Falls Count Anywhere match, in the ring from New York City, weighing in at 176ibs “The One and Only” Metamania!
'Get Psycho' begins to play as there is a mix reaction from the crowd and the lights begin to fade out. A green spotlight lights up the top of the ramp as Toxic Angel is seen walking out onto the top of the ramp from behind the curtains. As she begins walking down the ramp, she stops at the half way point and begins to run the rest of the way making sure to slide into the ring under the bottom rope. Flipping up to her feet, the lights begin to fade back to normal as she stands in the middle of the ring glaring at Metamania and Freya..
SC: His opponent, from Montreal, Quebec, Canada, weighing in at 135ibs, she is TOXIC ANGEL!
The ref brings the two opponents to the centre of the ring to explain the rules of the match to them or lack thereof since this is a no DQ match and all, the two wrestlers nod in agreement with the rules and the ref signals for the bell, it doesn’t take very long for the match to descend into chaos because as soon as the bell rings the two opponents start brawling, knowing that there isn’t much he can do to stop them the ref decides to just keep his distance and let the two of them fight, despite the clear size advantage over Toxic Metamania has trouble handling her due to her in ring experience,
Texx: Seems Metamania can’t handle Toxic.
Soon the two spill outside the ring and start brawling around the ringside area, Toxic takes advantage of the match by kicking Metamania in the balls and, ignoring the yells from Freya, she looks under the ring and finds a steel chair which she uses on Metamania, whilst the masked man recovers Toxic makes the first pinfall of the match 1….2…..kickout by Metamania, Toxic goes to use the chair again but this time Metamania grabs the chair as she swings it down and wrestles it from her grasp, not wasting any time Metamania whacks Toxic over the head with the chair and goes for a cover of his own 1…..2….kickout by Toxic.
Texx: Both competitors have taken full advantage of the rules, or lack thereof, in the match.
Metamania discards the weapon and rolls Toxic back into the ring, he follows her in and waits for her to get up, when he does Metamania goes for a clothesline but Toxic ducks the attempt and quickly hits a bridging German Suplex and holds on for the pin 1….2….kickout by Metamania, Toxic gets up and waits for her opponent to get up, once Meta does she goes for a clothesline of her own but Metamania ducks and goes for a German Suplex of his own but Toxic flips out of the attempt and attempts a surprise attack on Metamania, however he sees her coming and hits her with a Superkick to the jaw before going for a cover 1…..2…..kickout by Toxic Angel.
Texx: this has been fast and furious so far.
Meta uses the nearest ring ropes to help himself up feeling the effects of this grueling match already, Toxic gets to her feet as well and charges at Metamania who ducks down dragging the top rope with him, however Toxic is wise to the tactic and hits a double legdrop to Meta’s midsection before dragging him to the centre of the ring and going for a cover 1….2…..kickout by Metamania, Toxic rolls out of the ring and picks up the chair that she and Metamania used earlier and slides it into the ring, she slides in herself picking up the chair in the process and waits for Meta to regain his footing, she swings with the chair once Meta’s on his feet but Meta ducks and kicks her in the stomach before hitting Toxic with a Powerbomb and going for a cover 1….2…..kickout by Toxic.
Texx: Neither opponent can get an advantage here!
Meta leans against the ropes and waits for Toxic to get up, when she does Meta charges going for a clothesline but she ducks and hits Metamania with a backcracker, she drags Meta towards a nearby turnbuckle and places the chair on Meta’s chest and points to the turnbuckle, the crowd roars knowing what’s about to happen.
Texx: She’s going for her finisher, the top rope moonsault!
She ascends the turnbuckle and grins at the crowd, suddenly Canis enters through the crowd and makes his way towards Toxic’s, she sees him coming however and turns around hitting Canis with a Suicide Dive variant of her moonsault taking the religious fanatic out.
Texx: What’s he doing out here?
Duff: You got me!
Duff shrugs as Toxic ascends the turnbuckle again going for her moonsault, however Meta has used the distraction to get to his feet and quickly climbs up the turnbuckle, Toxic tries to fight him off but the moonsault took to much out of her and Meta catches her and hits her with “The Roar Of The Dragon” from the top rope to the outside of the ring.
Texx: Oh my god!
The ref leaves the ring and Meta slowly covers Toxic 1…..2…...3!!!!
SC: Here’s your winner Metamania!
”Indestructible” hits the speakers and Meta leaves, Toxic glares at Canis knowing that his distraction cost her the match as she heads up the ramp as the scene fades to the backstage area,
Backstage again we find Canis being berrated by the four members of Opus Dei who have surrounded him as he leans against a wall. His face is taught with frustration and his hands clenched by his side, occasionally hitting the wall behind him
Raul: This is your last chance, Canis. You are beginning to compromise the entire quest here. God is not happy...
Canis: You know nothing of God's word! I am beginning to think you do not care for God at all!
Raul: How dare you! I am as devoted to God as i have ever been! Now get back out there and do what you were supposed to do last week! Rex Butler is up next... FINISH HIM.
Canis shoots away from the wall and barges past Mendoza, knocking him a side much to the Priests irritation. As Canis marches off back toward the ring, Mendoza catches the staring eyes of the two brutes next to him, his stance shrinking in their shadows
Raul: I... i assure you... he will succeed. Our end of the deal will be upheld. If not.. Canis will be shed from the cause and someone new will be summoned.
Bodyguard 2: This is his last chance, Josep. We will watch him from the front. If he fails, he will be destroyed. The money resting on this "quest" is too much to risk on somebody that cannot get the job done.
Before Raul can muster a reply, the two men storm towards the ring after Canis, eager to ensure their plan is not spoilt, leaving Mendoza worried
Tex: Wait a minute... what money?!
Duff: ... I want in! If that Bible-bashing jackass can't get the job done... i'm in! Hey! Over here!
The scene switches to a dark room, where a not so familiar man stands, preparing himself for his match. A flash of light crosses the man’s face, and we see who he is. Glenn Frank, with a look of almost nothing on his face. He looks to the camera and smiles, his thoughts he keeps to himself.
Frank: Rex, your hour is at hand, where you will try as you may to stand tall against me. But you will not succeed in the way that you think, Rex. I may be many things, but one of them isn’t a fool. Prepare yourself not only for our match, but to meet The Dark Traveler in the process. See you in the ring, bald man,
The scene cuts to darkness then switches back to the ring.
Tex: Well Duff, this next match is to be the result of a week of mind games, brutal word play and down right sickening acts courtesy of both Glenn Frank and our Universal Champion, Rex Butler. I’m positive when I say… I’m glad I wasn’t that waiter this week. He’s not going to be bringing anything to the table for a while, I assure you.
Duff: You’re right... And that pedophile isn’t going to be… you know…
Tex: Stop right there, Duff..
Duff: … listening to anymore Michael Jackson CD’s!
Tex: You’re sick.
“Bodies” By Drowning Pool hits the PA speakers, as red and white strobe lights hit the arena. Blood Lust is seen at the top of the ramp way and makes his way down to the ring.
Stormy Canyon: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a non-title contest! Heading to the ring first, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds… Blood Lust!!
Blood Lust pays no attention to the crowd, or anything else for that matter. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope before standing in the center of the ring, looking down. A large explosion goes off and he comes to life ready to tear his opponent apart
Tex: Here’s the self-appointed peado-buster himself. Only one loss against his name so far… how will he fair against the AWA’s best this week?
Duff: As much chance as Neverland being turned into a cresh.
Tex: As ridiculous as that sounds… stranger things have happened.
Duff: Yeah, like Rex Butler being upstaged in the sick stakes this week.
The opening guitar riff of "Hero" by Pop Evil begins to play as the lights in the arena go out. Strobe lights flash at different angles as the cymbal joins in with the guitar. After a second time the lights and music stop and the arena goes black for a second before screaming fills the arena and the music kicks back in as pyrotechnics shoot from the stage. Rex Butler walks through the curtains, carrying the AWA Universal Title over his shoulder, as Alisha Hicks walks out beside him.
Stormy Canyon: And his opponent… from Los Angeles, California… weighing in at two hundred and seventy-five pounds… he is your Universal Champion… Rex Butler!!
Rex and Alisha make their way to the ring with the champion staring straight ahead, catching Glenn Frank’s eye – who’s leaning against the turnbuckle - whilst ignoring the crowd at ringside. Rex enters through the ropes and stands in the center of the ring, where he raises the Universal Title into the air, staring into the corner, both sets of sickening stares clashing as the music fades to silence
Tex: Here we go!
The referee hands the title belt to the time keeper as Butler stares down the six inches in height difference at Glenn Frank, a sickening grin slowly spreading across his face. Glenn copies Rex, showing off a disturbing smile of his own before both opponents begin to chuckle at each other. The crowd seem a little restless as the chuckling turns into an over-the-top roaring of laughter
Duff: … What’s so funny?
Just then, Glenn Frank charges at the Champion attempting a clothesline, but Rex has already read the situation and countered with a massive spinebuster, causing a ripple of excitement amongst the fans. Butler mockingly laughs down at the stricken body of Frank before stomping down on his forehead, just as he did with the waiter during the week. A wrestling mat can be just as unforgiving as concrete as Blood Lust just found out after that devastating spinebuster. After dragging the newcomer to his feet, he whips him into the ropes and levels the challenger with a clothesline, drawing a “WOO” from the crowd.
Duff: That’s more like it from the Demonic One!
He picks Glenn up again, whips him into the ropes but misses the big boot. Glenn rebounds from the other side and hits his clothesline this time, making Butler stagger backwards but not flooring him. He tries again, clothesline to the chest of the champion but still he doesn’t floor him. This time he fakes the clothesline and wraps Butler’s head up in a sleep hold from behind, catching the Champion by surprise
Tex: Impressive by the newcomer! He’s really locked that sleeper hold in tight! Rex looks in a little trouble early on…
Butler continues to sap a little, but out of nowhere manages to leap a foot from the canvas and fall backwards with Frank on his back, slamming all 275 pounds of Demonicness into the heart of his opponent before rolling over to recuperate. After a few seconds on the mat, both men begin to roll to their feet seeking their vertical stance. They begin to slog it out in the middle of the ring, trading punches with venom before Butler manages to block one, switching the momentum back in his favour, enabling him to land a heavy haymaker to Frank’s head before sending him into the corner with velocity!
Duff: You can’t keep the big man down… that’s why he’s Universal Champion!
Butler quickly follows up with a charging shoulder into the gut of Blood Lust and a series of punches to his head
Tex: Looks like Butler’s the one baying for blood in this one…
Duff: I think Glenn Frank would actually enjoy the sight of his own blood… the guy’s beyond sick!
Rex wraps his giant hands around the throat of Blood Lust, causing the referee to begin a five count and a plea to stop. He gets to four and a half before Butler reluctantly lets go, staring the referee down before lifting Glenn Frank to the top rope.
Tex: Uh oh! The big man’s going up!
He sets his opponent up for a monster suplex… and hits it! Massive impact from the reigning Universal Champion! He doesn’t wait for Frank to recover however as he climbs back to his feet, drags Frank up by his head and whips him into the opposite corner, looking to soften him up for a big finish. But before he begins his charge into the corner, he becomes distracted by the unmistakable figure of Canis, who is walking down from the stage area like a man on a mission
Duff: Oh for God’s sake! Get that son of a virgin outta here! He’s already had his ass handed to him tonight!
Tex: Unfortunately, I’ve learnt that the religious nut jobs of this world just don’t take ‘no’ for an answer…
Duff: Maybe it’s time somebody kicked some hard truth’s into him.
As the Angel of God storms toward the ring, Rex changes focus and heads to meet him on the apron. As Canis climbs the ropes we notice he’s holding what looks like a steel crucifix in his fist. He throws a punch at the Champion but Rex blocks it and suplexes his former challenger into the ring, the referee not looking the least bit concerned, almost as if he was encouraging Butler to hand his ass to him for the second time tonight. Pulling Canis to his feet, Butler sets him up for the Wicked Sensation, driving Canis hard into the mat with incredible power. After sitting on the mat next to Canis for a moment, he rolls him out of the ring and dumps him onto the concrete floor in a heap before re-aligning his focus back to Frank
Duff: Hallelujah! Good riddance to bad rubbish!
Tex: I don’t think that was the plan, somehow. But look at Glenn Frank! He’s on the top rope! RED DAWN! RED DAWN!
Glenn Frank leaps towards Butler and connects with a perfect Red Dawn, flooring the Champion and leaving this capacity crowd stunned. He covers…
“Simple” Simon Jones: ONE…… TWO…… THR-
Tex: KICK OUT!! The Demonic One kicked out of the Red Dawn!
Blood Lust can’t believe it and quickly pulls Butler back to his feet looking for the Lights Out, but he can’t lift the big man! Instead, Butler manages to fling a fist into Blood Lust’s gut and hoists him up onto his shoulder, charging towards the corner and stopping short to deliver a devastating powerslam! The crowd is warming to the action and call for Butler to end it as he picks up his stricken opponent and delivers a devastating Wicked Sensation!!! The cover…
“Simple” Simon Jones: ONE…… TWO…… THREE!!!
Duff: This one’s oooovveeerrr!!
Stormy Canyon: The winner of this match, Rex Butler!!!
”Hero” echoes around the arena once more as Blood Lust lays motionless on the mat. Rex’s attention however is instantly directed back at Canis, who is staggering up the ramp holding his neck and grimacing slightly as both men stare each other out intently. As the crowd boo him ferociously, he turns to face the four members of Opus Dei, who have now massed on the stage
Tex: Oh, what now!
He looks slightly nervously at them, a confused look now spreading across his face as he staggers towards them. Raul Mendoza places his hand on Canis’ shoulder, causing him to kneel in front of the Priest, and quotes an inaudible Bible verse before crossing himself and kissing Canis’ forehead, leaving the Angel of God even more perplexed. As Mendoza and Rodriguez turn and head back to the locker room, the two beasts that accompanied them begin to lay the smack down on Canis, reigning blow after blow to his head, back and stomach… absolutely dismantling the stricken monk
Duff: Where’s your God now, huh?! WHERE’S YOUR GOD NOW?!
Tex: This is actually quite disturbing!
The crowd don’t know whether to cheer or boo as Rex Butler looks on from the ring laughing demonically whilst Blood Lust stirs ever so slightly at his feet. The two man-mountains carry on beating Canis down… thunderous kicks to the gut accompanied by sledgehammer blows to his kidneys. Finally, after beating him to near unconsciousness, they drag him to the backstage area out of sight, leaving Butler with a twisted grin on his face once more. Though the grin is short lived as the lights go to a dark red, as screams are heard throughout the arena. There seems to be some sort of mass confusion as through the screams, laughter can be heard. When the lights come up, Rex Butler is laying face down in a pool of blood, as Glen Frank stands over him smiling, himself covered in blood. He steps out of the ring, and begins to drag the unconscious body of Rex Butler feet first out of the ring, his body making a sickening thump as he drops from the ring to the floor.
Tex: Dear Gawd! What has he done to our Universal Champion?
Duff: Maybe Frank was right, when he said that Rex would be his next victim?
Tex: Somebody call an ambulance or the police!
Frank drags Butler from ringside clear backstage, ignoring the crowd in its entirety as he hoists Butler up into the back of a garbage truck and leaves him there.
Frank: I told you that this would happen, Butler. I told you, I told you. But your insistent ego kept getting in the way. No, winning matches don’t mean anything to me. But putting big men like you down a notch or two is. Have a nice rest, Rex. I hope that concussion isn’t too bad, it would be a shame for you to not make it to the Pay Per View…
Glenn Frank can be seen leaving the arena laughing hysterically as the scene cuts to commercial.
The scene opens up inside the ring, the set for “The Sensation Show” has been set up and Jason, the girls, Marty and Curtis are inside the ring, Jason has the International Championship slung over his shoulder.
JS: Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to THE most watched talk show in wrestling today THE SENSATION SHOW!!!!! With me as always is the incomparable Marty McFarge, my darling sister Carrie, my protégé Sophie and my problem solver/answer to Steve Wilkos “The Harlem Powerhouse CURTIS RAMON!
Marty applauds Jason whilst the girls stand there and look pretty.
Duff: That Carrie is a tease!
Jason somehow here’s Duff and sends Curtis over to him, one intimidating look from Curtis later and Duff shuts up.
JS: Tonight’s guest is a man who I am not only facing tonight but at the very next PPV for my International Championship, he is a multiple time champion, a veteran of the business and has a smoking hot wife, you know him, his fellow crazies love him. It’s JONATHON “FANG” PORTER!
Wolf Moon begins to play and Fang walks out. He's not dressed in his ring attire, but a really expensive black silk shirt, black dress pants, black loafers and he's got his lovely wife Brenda on his arm. He walks up to the ring and holds the ropes for Brenda. Brenda walks in and struts past Jason. She then she looks Sophie and Carrie up and down and walks back over to her man who has entered the ring. Fang pulls a Mic from behind his back. He stands there looking at Jason.
Fang: It was awfully nice for you to invite me out here on your show, Jason. Let's cut to the chase though.
Curtis keeps an eye on Fang and Brenda and Jason grins.
JS: Pleasure to have you here Fang, nice suit by the way, you buy it from a charity shop?
The crowd laughs at Jason’s remark.
JS: Okay, enough joking around, Fang you and I both know the reason why I invited you onto the show in the first place.
MM: Yeah, so we.....
Jason quickly covers Marty’s mouth.
JS: Ignore him, he’s been in a fighting mood ever since his musical debut last week went over as well as a lead balloon, we are here to talk about how I will not ONLY defeat you tonight but retain MY International Championship at the next PPV
Fang sucks on his teeth and shakes his head. He looks Jason straight in the eyes and the piercing blood red eyes seem to be looking into Jason's very soul. Curtis Ramon seems a little tense thinking something is about to happen but Fang brings his mic to his mouth.
Fang: That has a possibility of happening...
Jason and Marty get excited and Jason gets ready to talk but Fang cuts him off.
Fang: A very small possibility. You see you seem to think you're dealing with a man who is washed up and doesn't have it in him anymore. Yet my win loss record is better than yours. If I'm so washed up why oh why, Mr. Sensation is my record better than yours. I'll tell you why. It's because I don't delude myself into thinking I'm perfect. I don't hype myself as being god’s gift to wrestling. There are many many wrestlers out there who do this. YOU and your partner Erik Black are part of a long list of men who think they are superior. Men who think they are unstoppable. At the end of the day you only participate in an egotistical circle jerk where one unlucky loser gets to eat the cum covered cookie. Over the next two weeks Jason, you are going to be that loser.
Jason returns the older man’s glare with a glare of his own, Curtis remains tense in case Fang tries something keeping one eye on Fang and the other on Brenda. Finally Jason raises his microphone to his lips.
JS: Cute little speech Fang, ever considered being a motivational speaker? In all seriousness though I know how tough an opponent you are, I know that you are a veteran of the business and will therefore be a worthy challenger for the International Championship.
Marty takes it as a cue to attack but Jason puts his hand up to stop his agent.
JS: No Marty, this is one opponent I don’t want an unfair advantage over.
Fang raises his eyebrows in surprise at that statement, the crowd reacts with confusion and Curtis tilts his head in confusion.
JS: Don’t get me wrong, I’ll still do everything in my power to beat you tonight and at the PPV, but for now your status as a veteran has saved you a beating, for the time being at least, the only beating that you’ll receive is inside the ring, tonight and at the PPV. Fang, for now I look forward to our tag team match.
”Halo” blares over the speakers and Jason and his group make their way out of the ring, once they are out of view Fang and Brenda make their way to the backstage area as well.
Texx: This has taken an interesting turn.
Duff: To say the very least.
The ring crew starts dismantling the set as the scene cuts to the backstage area.
Stormy: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is being ordered by the AWA General Manager, Jay Gold! Introducing first, from Dallas, Texas…she is the AWA President of Public Relations…Stacy Kissinger!!!
As the vocals are heard at the beginning of JoJo's "Too Little, Too Late", Stacy Kissinger emerges from the backstage area. She stands on the stage wearing a very short black skirt and a plain red halter top. She does a slow 360 degree spin, acting as a model would...just so everyone in the arena can get a chance at checking her out. At the end of the spin, she raises her arms into the air as a set of gold pyro explodes going from right to left on the stage...and then back to the right. As soon as it disappears only leaving smoke in its place, Stacy begins her descent down the wrestler ramp, heading to the ring. She hops up onto the apron and climbs up to the top rope before doing a beautiful, successful backflip into the ring. She then grins evilly as she heads for a corner of the ring, getting ready to focus on the match at hand.
Duff: Well, there she is. It’s just too bad that she has to take on that freak, Chris Shipman. All thanks to our General Manager.
Tex: Well, after she undermined authority that has been put in place by our owner Goth.
Duff: Oh please!
Stormy: And her opponent, originally from West London, weighing in at 235 pounds…Chris Shipman!!!
“Man That You Fear” by Marilyn Manson blares over the speakers as the lights go out. In the ring, Stacy puts on a bit of a worried look. An eruption of pyro goes off over the ramp, creating a blast of light. However Chris Shipman does not appear. Stacy looks out towards the spot that has the light shining down. She smiles.
Stormy: And her opponent…Chris Shipmaaaan!!!
The pyro turns off and still no Chris Shipman as the arena lights come on. Stacy turns to Referee Chip Long, who is just shaking his head. Stacy goes over and takes Stormy’s microphone as Stormy backs off into a corner.
Stacy: Well, well, well. Looks like we gotta no show here tonight. I already know about it, but I guess our dear General Managah didn’t. Guess I shoulda told Jay earliah in the week that I pulled a few strings. Ya see, Chris Shipman ain’t here tonight ‘cause he has a prior engagement to attend.
The crowd in attendance boos, but those boos quickly disintegrate and mostly turn into cheers as “Until The Day I Die” begins to play. Jay Gold comes out onto the stage and just stares down at the ring. He’s no longer hobbling from his past accident from two weeks ago.
Jay: Let me guess Stacy. You actually believe that you aren’t going to have to face Chris Shipman, as I have ordered? Think again. You see, as soon as I touch base with Chris…and when I say, you WILL be wrestling him. And to up the ante Stace, it’ll be a First Blood Match, one of Chris’s fav-
Stacy: Blah blah blah Jay! May I remind ya that I’m the Mistress of First Blood Matches? I LOVE those! All yer doin’ is puttin’ me right into my element. Thanks!
Stacy shows off yet another smile.
Duff: LOL! So far our General Manager is failing at life! No Chris Shipman here tonight and even when Chris DOES return to take on the voluptuous Stacy, it’s in Stacy’s favorite match! How dumb can our General Manager be?
Jay: I probably should tell you that Chris is not the ONLY person you’ll be facing within the coming months. Since you seem to want me so badly, despite me being a married man, I’m going to make a proposi- No wait, I’m going to make an order to you. If you can actually win in 3 straight matches that I have planned out for you, I will go out on a date with you to actually see if we’re compatible as you say we are. Your first match will obviously be against Chris Shipman. The other two matches though? Those will remain a mystery for now.
Stacy: Well, at least yer comin’ to yer senses a bit about this Jay. And trust me, I won’t be lettin’ ya down. I’ll win all three of these matches. And on that lil date of ours, you’ll see that we belong togetha. Heck, I’ll be Mrs. Gold before anyone can even snap their fingahs!
Jay: All I have to say to that is good luck.
Toxic Angel vs Metamania
Winner: Metamania
Bloodlust vs. Rex Butler
Winner: Rex Butler
Stacy Kissinger vs. Chris Shipman