Chaos 94 Results

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The scene opens to an open dressing room door, where Mac Bane and Amber Ryan can be seen sitting together and talking quietly. Mac shifts around so they are facing each other.

Mac Bane: Ya know, something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about for a while…

Amber’s eyebrows arch up, her curiosity peaked. A stormcloud passes in her eyes but it’s only momentary, she smiles and looks at his serious expression. Her smile broadens.

Amber Ryan: Uh oh, that sounds serious…

Mac inhales deeply and releases the breath slowly. He studies her intently, as if trying to determine if this is the right time to speak of this. He finally goes forward with his thoughts.

Mac Bane: It is serious, but I don’t think it’s in a bad way.

The two are interrupted as Mac’s son, Jimmy Allen enters the shot.

Jimmy Allen: Oh, hey Amber...sorry if I interrupted anything..

Mac and Amber roll their eyes in stereo. Jimmy catches the reaction and looks a little sheepish as he waits for his father’s answer.

Mac Bane: You have amazing timing Jimmy, but nah, it’s fine, whatcha need?

The serious look on Jimmy’s face, you can definitely tell who his father is. He goes ahead full speed with his explanation of why he is even here.

Jimmy Allen: It’s Aeric, he’s not answering phone calls from anyone, not even from his girlfriend Lindsey.

Now father and son’s expressions match, Mac stands and looks at the offered phone and sees.

Mac Bane: You’ve tried to call him thirty two times?

Jimmy flushes a little but then continues.

Jimmy Allen: Yeah, pop, Lindsey is frantic.

The scene fades into the Carnage Logo.

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Terra Skye: Underground: Redemption is now in the books! Hello Everyone, I'm Terra Skye alongside Johnny Vegas and the incomparable Boy, as we now take our next steps through the Chaos that has been 2020... moving forward from a Pay Per View where every single champion going into it retained.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah I've got to give a huge shout out to my Paragon brethren for repping the squad with a lot of pizzazz two weeks ago. Amber Ryan beat the hell out of the woman beater, KJ kept her UV title out of the slimy mitts of Ken Davison and my man Eli Goode won the number-one contendership to that very same title. Woohoo!

Terra Skye: That would be all well and good if Paragon were still around. But I think with all of the rumors and the scuttlebutt swirling around that Paragon is dead, Johnny. Seems like everyone involved in it is ready to move on.

Boy: DEATH... by DYLAN!

Johnny Vegas: You shut your fucking pie-hole, Terrable. Or you'll find yourself out of here faster than a Masked Debater in a battle royal.

Terra Skye: You don't threaten me, geezer.

Johnny Vegas: Oh, I have connections now. Big money connections that can do things like pulling the right strings to allow fans back into the arena. Isn't it great what my new connections can do?

Boy: LIES PUT FORTH BY THE ELF!

Johnny Vegas: ...and the first thing I think I'm going to have my connection do is to have someone hunt Boy, so that I can have his pelt mounted and stuffed as the first decoration in my new vacation home! Bwhahaha-

Terra Skye: ...

Johnny Vegas: You know, as in taxidermy-

Terra Skye: If you, or anyone, goes after Boy, my man Harry is going to beat the liver spots off of you and then stomp them back on... do I make myself clear?

Johnny Vegas: Fuck, you just reminded me. That idiot is back now too, isn't he?

Terra Skye: Mhmm.

Johnny Vegas: I fucking hate Carnage sometimes. It's not even 8:02 yet and I need a fucking drink.

Terra Skye: You've been drinking for the last six hours! ...you know what? Nevermind. We've got a lot of debuts and some folks who are really needing to get a momentum win under their belts for this five-match edition of Chaos 94, so lets just get the--

“Godly” Ken Davison: You all shut your man Pleasers. I've got something to say.

“Godly” Ken Davison marches directly to the ring. No music. No fanfare. No showboating. He climbs the ring steps and wipes his feet on the apron before stepping in between the ropes. He immediately turns and faces the camera.

“Godly” Ken Davison: I need to get something off my chest and I need to say it now. Terra, I'm sorry for interrupting. Johnny, you can play a game of hide and go fuck yourself.

Johnny Vegas: WHAT? What did you just say to ME?!

Terra Skye: Oh get over yourself, Johnny. It’s obvious there’s something on Ken Davison’s mind and he doesn’t want to put up with your shit.

Johnny Vegas: Who the fuck cares?!

Davison gives a passing glance over towards the commentary table before turning his gaze back to the camera.

“Godly” Ken Davison: Ever since the Pay-Per-View I cannot get Kyra Johnson's words out of my head. I'm not going to tell you what she said, that is between the lady and I. What I am going to tell you is that she was a better woman that night. As much as I had built her up in my mind, I still underestimated her. She fulfilled every expectation I had - and more.

Davison points at the camera, using it as a way to speak to Kyra Johnson.

“Godly” Ken Davison: Kyra, I want you to hear my words. I want you to hear them clear as crystal. You should go after the world championship. You proved that you deserve that honor. I'll get what I deserve in due time, but that time... It's not now.

Davison takes a deep breath, hanging his arms over the top rope with his head hung equally low.

“Godly” Ken Davison: Kyra Johnson, Goddess of Extreme, you are not my equal. You are my better. My offer still stands, both for you and for Eli Goode. I understand your skepticism, especially after the last man you walked with. The difference is that I do not want to hang you on my arm like a piece of eye candy. I do not want you to step in my shadow and walk behind me like a good little girl. I want you to walk by my side. I want the world to know exactly who the hell they're messing with. I want us to rule Carnage Wrestling.

Davison looks solemnly to the camera.

“Godly” Ken Davison: I want you to consider my offer. That is all I can ask.

Davison's expression changes, contorting now to one of anger and rage. Before he starts talking again, GKD turns and points over to the announce table.

“Godly” Ken Davison: Shut your mouth, Vegas. I can't hear you but I know how you operate and I know you're talking shit about me.

Johnny Vegas: I DIDN’T EVEN SAY ANYTHING!

Terra Skye: Well you are now, so shut up! This shit is interesting.

“Godly” Ken Davison: Now, I've been sitting here plotting and scheming and trying to figure the easiest way to get to Amber Ryan. I'm tired of playing games. Playing is for children. What I want is a shot at Amber Ryan. I honestly could give a rat's ass if she wants to put her up her World Title or not. If I learned nothing else from Kyra Johnson, but just because I've been defeated before does not mean Amber Ryan is better than me now. In that moment Amber Ryan was better... Operative word, was. But in this moment… I'm motivated. I'm hungry. And now, I want my opportunity to prove that I am superior to Amber Ryan, title be damned.

Speak of the devil, and so they shall appear… and in this case, the devil in question happens to be the Carnage World Champion herself complete with bemused expression, mic in hand and title draped over her shoulder.

Amber Ryan: You are something else. Hell, I dunno if I wanna applaud you or punch you in the face.

“Godly” Ken Davison: Most people want to do both.

Pacing back and forth at the top of the stage, Amber doesn't take her eyes off Davison as he holds his ground in the ring.

Amber Ryan: This isn't about who beats who, who's better than who… I could beat you a thousand times and it still wouldn't be enough to satisfy- hell you could beat me a million times and I bet it still wouldn't be enough to put those nagging voices to rest.

“Godly” Ken Davison: I’m going to shoot straight from the hip here. I want you in a match, one on one, regardless of the stakes. We can drag this out or you can give me what I want. The ball is in your court, darling.

Amber Ryan: Shoot from wherever the fuck you want, sweetheart. Whether I say yes or no, happens to be irrelevant because my bet is that you already have something in motion to make my decision for me.

Methodically, the redhead makes her way down the ramp. Both of them locked at the eyes, even as Amber slips under the bottom rope leaving mere feet between them- the staredown continues with neither willing to be the first to look away.

Amber Ryan: For a man who always claims not to want alot, you sure want for plenty. You want the world, and yet you claim you don't care about the world title. Just me, alone in that ring, against you, hmm?

“Godly” Ken Davison: I’m not going to sit here and kiss you ass, Amber. Just like I wouldn’t expect you to kiss mine. I look at it this way, for everything I have tried to do, for every plan I have concocted, none of them have worked. So, give me this, one match. I figure if I win, then you won’t have a choice than to put that title on the line and prove that you are every bit the champion you claim to be.

Davison raises an eyebrow at the still approaching “Distorted Angel”.

“Godly” Ken Davison: I mean, unless you’re scared.

It's difficult to tell if Amber's chuckle is sarcastic or sincere, she waggles a finger at Ken briefly in amusement.

Amber Ryan: You are unbelievable and certainly know how to sweet talk a girl. I've already proven myself as champion, but for you… to shut that stupid hole in your face… I'm sure I could free up some time in my schedule. You know, cause you make me feel special- just like everyone else.

“Godly” Ken Davison: Listen, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. I don’t have much right now, but I’ve still got my Kendamned pride. I am coming after you one way or another, but I am pretty sure that you’d rather know where it’s coming from than have to watch your back.

Amber steps in, closing the distance further until they are both within arm's reach of the other. Both presenting their best devious smiles as though trying to out devil the other.

Amber Ryan: Let me be real blunt with you, even if you committed to coming at me head on… I'd still be watching my back.

Another step closer and they are face to face, well as closely as the height difference will allow.

Amber Ryan: You've got your match darl, just... don't let me down.

The scene cuts back to the commentary team.

Terra Skye: Wow. Looks like Davison is getting the match he's been wanting against the World Champ.

Johnny Vegas: BULLSHIT! Fucker is ripping Paragon apart!

Terra Skye: I hate to say this to you, but I think Paragon has been gone for a while now. Anyway, it seems like we're going to be checking in with Belle Silva here before we even get into the first match tonight! Let's head to ringside once again!

Johnny Vegas: REALLY?

Boy: VERY MUCH SALAD!

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"Rebel Yell" by Billy Idol performed by Sershen & Zaritskaya overtakes the senses as Belle Silva show up at the top of the stage, all smiles. She heads down to the set of her show, the ring crew just finishing setting up and takes a seat. "The Game" by Trapt begins and out comes Matt Knox to a smattering of applause. He acknowledges his fans and heads down to the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope. He asks Belle for permission to head to the ring post and she nods, mouthing, “Please by all means,” her smile still on her face. “The Raven” goes over to the corner post and raises his arms confidently, eliciting another cheer from the crowd. The music fades and Matt takes his seat opposite of Belle Silva. He smiles at her and waits for her to begin.

Belle Silva: Good evening Matt and thank you for joining me on Beyond the Belle! I have to say, I love the energy you bring to the ring so let’s start things off by getting to know you some shall we? Where did your moniker, “The Raven” come from?

Matt Knox: Thank you for the kind words Belle! Before I decided to kick people in the face, and take spills on my head for a living I liked to pass myself off as a learned man. Well read, anyway. And being the depressing orphan I was, I took a shine to Poe. And this is my tribute to his iconic poem, and the horror it’s brought generations of readers.

Belle smiles, her eyes growing in interest.

Belle Silva: I LOVE Edgar Allan Poe! He’s one of few poets that I can tolerate.

Belle smiles and then blushes, realizing that she went off script. She coughs lightly and then presses onward.

Belle Silva: Now, as I understand it, you were brought into Carnage through JC's talent initiative program. In recent weeks however, you have made it abundantly clear that you have what some might call "unfinished business" with Sa’hta Thor. Is Thor the only reason that you have come to Carnage?

Matt Knox: Of course not. Thor is just a step, one step, on a long path toward redemption. See, I walked away too soon. I burnt myself up getting to the top, getting that big shiny belt. And I lost it, and then lost myself. Thor, Insidious, The Empire of Blood...they are my in-laws. But they’re also a legion of fools, led by an old man who doesn’t know when to stop. When Thor sent my family out at Chaos 93 to discredit me, make me look like a jackass...he crossed a line. It didn’t need to be personal, we could have handled all that away from Carnage. But now? Now it is, and it’ll be handled here, for the Legion to see.

Belle shifts herself and takes a quick drink of water from a nearby table set up with a bottle for each person.

Belle Silva: Well, we’re happy to have you here regardless. Hopefully what you two have between each other can be resolved easily enough. Now, at Underground:Redemption we were treated to the fruits of JC’s talent initiative program with the opening fourway match, with yourself as well as three other wrestlers brought in by the same program. What makes you stand out from the others? Why are you the one to watch?

Matt Knox: I’m a different animal. I’m big, I'm fast, and I can go for miles. I check every box, and on top of it, and you can ask anyone this, I just. Don’t. Die. Nothing but respect for the other three..well, two of the three. Fuck Poppy. Levi has the most heart and skill I’ve seen in a long time, and Willis? It’s like looking in a mirror. But, you know, a fun house one. That makes you shorter.

The two share a brief laugh at the joke before Belle continues.

Belle Silva: What can the fans expect to see from “The Raven” Matt Knox in the future? Do you have anything to say to our loyal Legion?

Matt Knox: For anyone who remembers me, I’m here to make it right. I failed you, I failed everyone who ever chanted my name. But I’m here to make it right. And I won’t fail you again.

Belle smiles at the answer and continues.

Belle Silva: Outside of Thor, do you have your sights set on anyone or anything else in Carnage?

Matt Knox: Same as everyone else. Amber Ryan, and the Carnage World Title. If she drops it before I get my shot, then it will be whoever beats her. There’s also some...wanna be on Twitter. You ever been on there? Alex somethin. I dunno. Tune in next week to see him put under.

Belle Silva: I don’t really do the social media thing much, but Mr. St. James thinks it would be best in order to push my show to the next level. Anyways… Thank you so much for your time Matt! Anything you would like to tell the Legion and the roster in the back, the floor is yours to close us out.

Matt takes the opportunity and gets up to face the camera, everyone watching, eye to eye.

Matt Knox: You’ve never faced anyone like me. Even for those in the back, who have faced me in the past. Ask Willis, Levi and Poppy. I’m not the Matt Knox I was over a decade ago. There’s no one in the back who can handle me at my best. Sure, I’m not going to win every match. Hell, I’m already oh-and-one. But when you draw me, get your affairs in order. Plan for some time off. And Amber...keep that belt warm for me.

With that, “The Game” by Trapt rings out as Belle applauds with the rest of the Legion in attendance.

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Johnny Vegas: You mean to tell me we're FINALLY ready to get into the show?

Terra Skye: Hey, I thought everything that unexpectedly came before this first match was very interesting.

Johnny Vegas: Of course you did. I however, do not want to be here all fucking night.. Especially not with these people back in here.

Terra Skye: Ugh. It's great to have Belle Silva back, taking charge on her show again - and this weeks edition was very interesting. A closer look at Matt Knox and how his mind works. Makes me look even more forward to his match against Silvio Leon later on tonight.

Boy: Trashy Grave dancer!

Both competitors make it to the ring with little to no incident, Mitaxia offering her hand to Jonathan to start things off before the bell rings. Ref Jeff tries to ring the bell but Mitaxia threatens him, beckoning for a mic.

Mitaxia: Alright Willis, your time is nigh. Do you accept my offer of friendship, or are you going to spit in my face, becoming no better than the other pond scum that inhabit Carnage?

The crowd boos as Mitaxia thrusts her hand in Willis’ direction. Jon looks in all directions, the fans begging him to not join Mitaxia’s forces. Everyone cheers though as Willis smacks Mitaxia’s hand, knocking her off balance before booting her in the gut! Jeff calls for the bell...

DING DING!!

... but as he does so, Mitaxia bashes Jon’s head with the mic before tossing it out of the ring. Jon goes down and Mitaxia makes the cover, yelling for Jeff to do his job!


ONE!


TW… NO!

Terra Skye: Mitaxia with a cheap shot while Jeff had his back turned! What a cowardly tactic!

Johnny Vegas: That’s what he gets for not accepting an offer from his betters.

Boy: Words are sharper when used violently!

Jon gets his shoulder up and Mitaxia gets up from his prone body, cornering Jeff and yelling that he should know how to count to three at this stage in his career. Jon manages to recover however, and runs up to Mitaxia, quickly rolling her up into a schoolboy while she’s busy yelling at Jeff!


ONE!


TWO!


THR… NO!

Mitaxia springs up and gets to her feet quickly as does Jon. Together they trade blows in the center of the ring with Jon gets the upper hand briefly. He backs Mitaxia up into the ropes and then shoots her off with an Irish Whip. Jon takes aim and tries a clothesline as Mitaxia rebounds, but Mitaxia ducks and continues running the ropes! When Mitaxia hits her second rebound, Jon attempts a sidewalk slam, but Mitaxia counters with a big boot! Jon however, counters by ducking the boot and performing a handstand, twisting his body around and landing on his feet!

Terra Skye: Mitaxia is doing everything she can to pin Willis down, but so far he’s had an answer to everything she’s thrown his way!

Johnny Vegas: Try the kitchen sink, might be too big to dodge.

Boy: Red card!

Terra Skye: Right… It is a regular match, that would have to wait until a no DQ match.

Johnny Vegas: Not literally! You know what I meant!

Boy: Believing is seeing!

Johnny Vegas: Shut up!

Jon attempts to superkick Mitaxia right in the jaw, but Mitaxia quickly counters and catches the leg, whipping it around and hoping to knock Jon off-balance. Jon once again uses the momentum to counter his opponent, attempting to hit Mitaxia with a Ganmengiri Kick using his other leg! But Mitaxia is just as quick as Jon and ducks!

Jon goes to his knees and is roughly hauled back up by Mitaxia, who attempts a Backdrop Suplex, but Jon rolls through and lands on his feet! He wraps his arms around Mitaxia and attempts a German Suplex, but Mitaxia counters with a Victory Roll! Rather than utilizing the maneuver to attempt to pin Jon, Mitaxia quickly lets go of Jon's legs and springs up, blasting Jon in the gut with a Double Foot Stomp! Jon rolls around on the floor in pain as Mitaxia measures her opponent. Jon struggles to get to a kneeling position and is sent crashing right back down to the mat as Mitaxia blasts him with a Shining Wizard DDT! She covers him for the pin!


One!


Two!

But Jon manages to kick out!

Mitaxia pounds the mat in frustration, once again cornering ref Jeff, but quickly going back on the offensive, delivering several stomps to Jon as he tries to get to a vertical base.

Terra Skye: Some innovative offense and defense as the case might be from both competitors! This is quite the opening bout!

Johnny Vegas: More like an opening bout of boredom. Crazy versus crazy, the only winner will be the bartenders who have to shovel out more drinks after people have to watch this crap.

Jon manages to roll to the side as Mitaxia aims another stomp at his hand, causing her to lose balance. He springs to his feet but is quickly met with a clothesline with authority, flipping in the air and landing hard on his back. Mitaxia takes a moment to gather herself before climbing to her feet. She growls toward the stirring Jonathan Willis before picking him up and sets up for The Last Laugh! She picks him up but Jon manages to recover and use the momentum to turn the move into a seated senton, landing right on Mitaxia’s chest! The crowd roars its approval as Jon bounces up. He signals to the crowd for the End of Days before heading to the top rope!

Terra Skye: Looks like Jon is ready to end things now!

Johnny Vegas: Good, I was ready for it to be over since the bell rang.

Boy: The bell tolls for blood!

The crowd boos as Mitaxia rolls out of the ring and away from Willis, ref Jeff imploring her to get back into the ring. She shoots him the bird for his troubles and heads over to the time keeper’s table. Jon smiles to the crowd and shrugs his shoulders before walking the top rope like a tightrope performer, getting into a better position to Mitaxia!

Terra Skye: Wow! What athleticism from Jon Willis!

Johnny Vegas: Ten bucks says he biffs it.

Jon leaps off the rope and at the last moment, Mitaxia grabs the timekeeper’s bell and swats Jonathan out of the air with it! The ring can be heard throughout the arena and Jeff has no choice but to call for Mitaxia’s disqualification! Mitaxia throws the bell down on top of Jonathan before giving everyone the finger and exiting to the sound of “Rookie” by BoySetsFire.

Boy: DINGLE MY BINGLE! RABBLEGARG!

Kelly Carmichael: Your winner, Via Disqualification.... JONATHAN WILLIS!!!!

Terra Skye: Well, I'm sure that's not the way Jon Willis wanted to win the match here tonight...

Johnny Vegas: Well that psycho bitch just can't fucking help herself.

Terra Skye: You're not wrong. It looks like Willis is slowly getting up and the Legion is cheering him on!

Johnny Vegas: Oh yes.. great for him. Give Boy back his bell!

Boy: SHIFTY!

Terra Skye: Oh just go pick up the bell yourself while we head into a break! Be back soon!

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The camera cuts to the ring, where Zed Hotley, Catalina Cortes and Christopher Marlowe stand. All three hold microphones, as Zed is flanked by two displays with black cloths draped over them. This week he is wearing a bright orange neck brace. He reads from an index card.

Zed Hotley: If you saw Underground-colon-Redemption, then you saw that the Kit-Kat Connection, Christopher Marlowe and Cata--

She raises a hand to silence him.

Catalina Cortes: Ahem. Christopher Marlowe and...

She points at the Carnage-Tron, prompting it to flash CATALINA CORTES, to a smattering of fans singing along.

Zed Hotley: Are STILL the Carnage Wrestling Tag Team Champions.

Catalina Cortes: Oh wow, that must be why we’re wearing these gold belts.

Zed Hotley: As an undefeated former champ, I understand the dedication it takes to be an undefeated current champ.

Christopher Marlowe: It was one defense.

Catalina Cortes: You shush.

Zed Hotley: Which is why I want to commemorate this momentous achievement by unveiling the first official merchandise of the Kit-Kat Connection!

Catalina Cortes: I really hope you didn’t spell it with three K’s. Not because you’re stupid or anything, but... well, that.

Christopher Marlowe: It’s a lovely gesture, Zed. We truly appreciate it.

Zed Hotley: Without further ado!

With only minor struggling, he pulls the black cloth from each of the headless mannequins, revealing the new official shirts of Zed Hotley’s the Kit-Kat Connection.




Marlowe nods politely, his face not betraying his true feelings. Catalina makes no such attempt to mask her disgust.

Christopher Marlowe: Those are certainly something.

Catalina Cortes: Oh Zed... I am just... Shaking with rage right now... I’m gonna stretch so I don’t pull a muscle when I Blaze Kick you.

She positions her right leg on the middle rope, loosening herself up, before alternating to her left. She follows up with a series of knees to the air in front of her. Zed puts his hands up defensively.

Zed Hotley: Guys, I really need this. Medical bills aren’t cheap. They don’t just give you neon neck braces. Those cost extra. Then I had to pay for the shirts and these headless dummies.

Catalina Cortes: You’re about to become a headless dummy.

Marlowe endeavors to keep the peace by stepping between the two.

Christopher Marlowe: Guys, please. Zed, Baltimore is big city. It has to have at least one practicing witch who can heal your neck. And Cat, we need to get onto our next challengers.

Catalina Cortes: I don’t even feel like it anymore, you do it.

She reclines on the top ropes of one corner, while Zed continues motioning to the shirts, hoping to move some merchandise while still in the ring. Marlowe tunes both of them out, addressing the crowd with the unflinching poise of a seasoned thespian.

Christopher Marlowe: When we won these titles at Isolation, it was not on the most level of playing fields. Fortune was in our favor that night, as we were the penultimate entrants into the gauntlet. So many other teams weren’t so lucky. Cat and myself can’t help but wonder if things might’ve played out differently, if pure chance hadn’t worked in our favor.

Catalina Cortes: I don’t wonder.

Christopher Marlowe: Be that as it may, we eliminated Trent Steel and Mac Bane on our way to winning these titles, but we did not face the two of them at their best. Even after a grueling contest and a loss to us, Trent Steel still offered us a hand in securing victory. So in all fairness, we feel the two of them deserve another opportunity to compete for the Carnage Wrestling Team Team Titles at We Are Relentless.

Catalina Cortes: The too long, didn’t listen version is we are offering a shot at our titles to Trent Steel and Mac Bane. Our win over you at Isolation has a big asterisk next to it and that’s not good enough. So, spoiler alert, we’re gonna beat you again.

The crowd turns to the entry way, where the Son of a Bitch emerges with a microphone in hand, ready to join the fracas.

Trent Steel: Since your time is so precious, I’ll give you the short version. I accept, but unfortunately, since Mac Bane is obligated to defend the Baltimore City Championship on that same show and we don’t want any more asterisks in the record books, looks like I’m gonna need to find a substitute. If that’s not gonna offend your delicate sensibilities.

Christopher Marlowe: Those terms are agreeable.

Catalina Cortes: Pick your poison, bro.

Trent Steel: Great, great. Because I’d hate to waste any of your precious time. So let me cut right to the chase. My partner is somebody who already beat one of you a few weeks ago. Marlowe, I’m sure you remember. At We Are Relentless I’ll be teaming up with Zephyr Quinn.

Christopher Marlowe: You’re on.

Catalina springs out of her corner, leaning forward over the top rope to address Trent.

Catalina Cortes: Whoa, whoa, whoa. If we’re bargaining, then I want something.

Zed Hotley: Yeah, Trent. Buy a shirt.

Catalina Cortes: We got two shows to kill between now and WAR and I feel like beating a former world champion. So Trent, if you’re free in two weeks, then you are being challenged by...

She points to the screen, again flashing CATALINA CORTES. Trent gives the screen a look, and then turns his attention back to the ring.

Trent Steel: Tell you what, kiddo. I’ll throw you a bone, since your partner is keeping things civil. See you at Chaos 95.

Trent doesn’t bother prolonging the conversation, instead opting to head back through the curtain. Catalina and Marlowe look over Zed’s shirts again before shaking their heads and exiting the ring.

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Nestled within her hoodie, sitting in the corner of her locker room, and highly suspicious of anyone knocking on her door, Zephyr Quinn, the 24/7 Openweight Champion of Carnage watches the happenings of Chaos. Sebastian begged her to make sure she watched but also not to lose her title. So alone she sits. He promised she would know exactly what she was supposed to see, so she stares intently at the screen, only realizing at the end of the Beyond the Belle interview that she was smiling the entire time. It was a weird sensation.

Zephyr’s eyes narrow at “The Kit-Kat Connection” the blonde haired one with her name constantly in lights acting like the spoiled child she was. Still, it was satisfying to at least have a win against half of them under her belt. She scoffs slightly as they challenge Trent and Mac for the titles, naming the people they want to defend against. If nothing else, it was ballsy. Trent of course headed out to accept, but just as the words left his mouth, Zephyr caught the issue at the same time.

Mac couldn’t defend, he was obligated to the Baltimore City Title. Her eyes grow wide as Trent names his replacement, one Zephyr Quinn; just as a knock comes at the door. Zephyr springs up, ready to defend herself and the title she took off of Jynx Hexxen, only to find herself looking at Sebastian Steel in the eyes. His betray his excitement, as he hops up and down looking at his new client.

Sebastian Steel: Did you see?! You’re on your way to becoming a double champ... Champ!

Zephyr shakes her head and sits back down in a huff.

Zephyr Quinn: What exactly did I do to earn that shot Seb? I lost my shot to go for the Ultraviolent, we know my history with pursuing the Baltimore, Amber is WAY out of my league, and I only got lucky in winning this from Jynx. Turns out I gave the guy a severe concussion and from what I hear I’m lucky I didn’t fracture the dude’s head.

Sebastian Steel: I think you mean split that no good buffon’s head open. Regardless, you BEAT half of the tag champs already! Trent already said that and who else would be ready to stand by his side to take Mac’s spot? YOU have been training with the two of them, you know the playbook kiddo and I had to call in so many favors with my uncle in order to get you that spot, not that the list above you was very long. Still...

He looks hopefully at Zephyr but anything she might have said is instantly interrupted by the entrance of Trent Steel and Mac Bane.

Trent Steel: So, did you see?

Sebastian looks helplessly from Zephyr to Trent and Mac.

Sebastian Steel: Oh, she saw alright. She’s currently declining this generous offer because she doesn’t feel like she’s earned her spot.

Mac and Trent exchange looks before Mac walks over to Zephyr, grabs her by the shoulders and picks her up to her feet. Zephyr looks wide eyed at him, but he only smiles.

Mac Bane: Kid, you have done nothing but beat yourself up over things in the past that are beyond your control to change at this point. At the very least you’re willing to admit that you were in the wrong and you’re working to change it all.

Sebastian looks smugly on and leans against the nearest wall. Of course he knew everything that the other two were saying. Some people just respond better to imposing presences than others. A soft knock comes on the door but the other three don’t seem to notice. Sebastian shrugs and opens the door into the hallway, only to find no one there. Scratching his head he looks down to find a black rose. Shrugging he picks it up and tosses it into his chest pocket, admiring how it looks before closing the door behind him and tuning back into the conversation.

Trent Steel: ...You’ve been fighting your ass off kid and no career is perfect, especially in the beginning. We’ve all taken our bumps and losses but in the end, it’s all about how you bounce back from all the shit you’re forced to endure. Opportunity knocks and you answer, regardless of what happened before. This is another stop on your road to whatever it is you’re after. It might not be as shiny as a single’s title run, but sometimes being a part of something is a better and rewarding experience.

Mac elbows Trent in the ribs as Trent punches the Baltimore champ in the shoulder.

Mac Bane: Since when did you become a softy?

Trent only shrugs and takes a step back. Mac shrugs and turns back to Zephyr.

Mac Bane: He’s right you know. Being a part of something bigger than a singles run can be a lot more impact for your career at this point. Look around you Zephyr, you have Sebastian to always keep an eye on you, his experience in the business from his standpoint could be valuable. You have a former champion in Trent who is offering to take you under his wing and you have me who brought you into my home and accepted you despite everything that you think is holding you back.

Zephyr smiles slightly, her voice soft.

Zephyr Quinn: I guess I'm in...

She doesn’t have a chance to add anything as once again the locker room door slams open, almost taking out Sebastian as Belle Silva charges into the room.

Belle Silva: Zephyr! I just heard! Congratulations!

She runs past Mac and Trent, the two backing off as the interviewer hugs Zephyr, Zephyr’s eyes only growing wider, unsure how to deal with the unexpected display of affection. She gingerly wraps her hands, lightly, around Belle and returns the hug. Trent and Mac slowly back out as Zephyr and Belle make eye contact, Belle smiling and Zephyr unsure what to do, so an awkward smile is all she can return. Sebastian looks quizzically at Belle and Zephyr before Trent elbows him, hard in the ribs. Mac smiles, almost laughing as Trent whispers in Sebastian’s ear, Sebastian’s gaze turning from one of confusion to understanding. He tries to stay but Trent pulls him along as the three men leave the locker room, closing the door behind them.

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Terra Skye: Aw, that's sweet.

Johnny Vegas: *Puke*

Terra Skye: Oh whatever.. And it looks like we've got our next contenders for the Tag Titles, Trent Steel and Zephyr Quinn. An interesting team to be sure.

Boy: FROZEN CHICKEN!

Johnny Vegas: I'M NOT INTERESTED!

Terra Skye: Well I AM! I think that's going to be a great match for the Tag Team Championships at We Are Relentless!

Johnny Vegas: Alright...ANYWAY, what next? Oh. This loser again. You figure losing to Tits McGee and some painted up junkies would have taught her a lesson. Hey folks, sit back and watch the funeral of Adrienne Levi.

Terra Skye: You’re the epitome of professionalism, Johnny.

Johnny Vegas: Thanks, glad you finally noticed.

Terra Skye: Right. So to follow up on that, Adrienne Levi continues her quest to become a star here and well, I don’t know how to describe this guy. The pictures don’t do him justice. This Lab Rat King? He looks to be chiseled out of stone. He’s a hulking behemoth and boy is he terrifying.

Boy: BEEF!

Kelly Carmichael: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, from Clearwater, Florida, weighing in at 135 pounds, Adrienne Levi!

The dark haired competitor acknowledges the camera briefly with a curt nod.

Kelly Carmichael: And her opponent, making his CARNAGE WRESTLING debut, hailing from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 285 POUNDS, HERE is the LAB RAT KING ...ZANE ...KING!!!

The screens display a flickering, static-struck screen with the crowned rat logo, bone-white over a black and red spattered background as the first swelling, synthetic hits of "Professional Griefers" begin playing; when the first heavy stomp of bass in the music strikes, the logo shudders and glitches, electricity running through it from left to right like a broken heartbeat. Below the screens the entrance is flooded with rolling fog cast in blood-red light and white strobe lights that match the beat of the song and of the electric shock waves on the screen.

Terra Skye: This is certainly ominous.

Johnny Vegas: I like this fella already ...WHOA! Look at this son of a bitch!

The Lab Rat King stepped out onto the stage, shackled in collar and chains. He was accompanied by half a dozen security guards - nearly as big as he was but in no way as imposing. King seems nonplussed by his current predicament and instead slowly makes his way down to the ring - staring at Adrienne. His keepers stay with him as he stalks around the ring, his eyes never leaving his opponent. The guards removed his bonds and one who seemed to be in charge prodded LRK into the ring. He snarled briefly towards him and then turned his attention back towards the match. He rolled up and stood tall and erect, double- maybe triple- the size of Adrienne Levi.



As soon as the bell rang, Adrienne Levi of all people charged right at the Lab Rat King and slammed a forearm into his chest. He stumbled backwards but didn’t fall. However, if Levi had designs on further offense, they were abruptly ended when she ran right into the right hand of Lab Rat King. At that point, Zane was screaming or gibbering to the point that it was incomprehensible but the message was received as he let out a guttural scream as he dead lifted the smaller opponent into the air and then back down with a vicious chokeslam. The referee was taken aback as Zane seemingly stalked Levi each time she tried to recover. Looming over her like a shadow, he followed her into the corner. Defiant, Levi pushed away. This only incensed LRK.

Zane King: Little birrrrrrrrrd!! TIME TO FLY!!!!

His eyes were wide open, full of intensity as he grabbed handfuls of her shirt and heaved Adrienne into the air. Her body didn’t hit the mat until it was across the entire fifteen foot length of the ring.

Terra Skye: I don’t know what to think of King. We’ve certainly had giants before, but nobody like him. He doesn’t seem human.

Johnny Vegas: Whoa whoa whoa, you want me to get HR on the horn?

Terra Skye: Shut your mouth, old man.

Boy: MEAT SLAPPING MASTODON.

This match continued down an ugly path as King dragged Levi to the middle of the ring. It was moments later that King twisted and contorted the young woman, forcing her into his brutal STF submission he calls the Tranquilizer!

The facelock wrenched her neck back and as an added insult, he seemingly pried his fingers into her face, trying to tear and rip into it like a rat would.

Zane King: Sleeeeeeeeep!!!!! SLEEEEEEPPPPPPPPP!!! Sleeee---AUGGGGH~!

The camera zoomed in as Adrienne’s teeth were dug into King’s fingers. That forced a release on the hold but it didn’t look much better for Levi. His reprisal was swift as he dropped an elbow onto her lower back. Soon, he lifted Adrienne in the air for what seemed an eternity. Out of desperation, Levi raked his eyes. She landed on her feet behind him. Seeing an opening, she kicks at the back of his knee. He dropped to that knee, howling in anguish. Adrienne shakes that off and then runs past him, opting to execute an offensive maneuver that hasn’t failed her yet.

The crossbody!!!

However, it fails her now as King catches her out of the air. If one could see the expression under his mask, he was seething. He twirls her around and absolutely flattens her on the mat with a body slam.

Terra Skye: I almost thought she had him there.

Johnny Vegas: You’re really milking this. This freak is tearing Levi apart. Say goodbye to this broad.

Terra Skye: Did you not take your meds or something? You’re especially stupid tonight.

The assault continues as King shoves her back into the corner, raining down blow after blow. Punches, kicks, shoulders as Adrienne looks to be losing the light in her eyes. King is almost hysterical.

Zane King: GONNA PUT youuuuu out of your MISERRYYYY!!

Whipping her out of the corner, the hulking beast charged in and took a boot bottom of the chin. He nearly tripped over himself from the impact but he stayed up right. He could be seen lifting up his mask slightly to spit out a wad of saliva and blood to the mat. He didn’t look happy as he turned his attention back to Adrienne.

By this time, the young lady was perched on top of the turnbuckle. She leapt off … and again King caught her. Helpless in his clutch, she was slammed back first into the turnbuckle before being spun around right into EMPTY, HOLLOW, THUD. The jackknife spelled the end for this encounter as the referee counted the three when King put his boot on Levi’s throat.



Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner... via PINFALL, the LAB RAT KING, ZANE KING!!

The referee sure wasn’t raising this guy’s hand. And he didn’t seem to care. The bell meant nothing. He went right back to brutalizing Levi. Forcing her to her feet, he shoves her into the ropes and as she rebounds, she is flung into the air. As Levi comes down, she shows some life on the way down, twisting and dropping King with a tornado DDT out of nowhere!!

King was down and out momentarily but he was back on his feet quickly. In fact, he was back up and was pretty damn pissed. He was seething, rambling, as the mere notion of her fighting back. Five of the guards swarm him, looking to get that huge collar and chains back around him. He fought them off as if they were mere flies.

King was mere inches to getting his hands back on Adrienne who had retreated to a corner - when the sixth guard stuck some type of pen right into the side of veiny neck. King responded by backhanding that guy right in the face, shattering his sunglasses and probably his nose. But that seemed to be something, because all of a sudden, he became rather slow and sluggish. This allowed for his handlers to collar him. Still struggling, he was led away.

Levi stumbled forth into the middle of the ring as King still had plenty to say to her. The cameras quickly caught a relaxed expression. But that didn’t last as it turned to wide eyed terror and frenzy as he still managed to struggle against his captors.

Terra Skye: Somebody want to tell me who the hell that guy was? We’re hiring literal fucking monsters now? That guy is going to kill somebody!

Johnny Vegas: Good good, we gotta get rid of some of this dead weight around here.

Terra Skye: Oh, fuck you Johnny. Let that fucker come at you and see how your reactions change...

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Adrienne Levi comes through the black curtain into the backstage area. The cameraman catches her struggle down the stairs, favoring the back of her head. Red marks are on her arms and legs and noticeably there is a boot print on her neck that surely discolor her skin in the next few days. She seems distraught after her encounter with the Lab Rat King.

The eccentric interviewer Greg Ace is the first on the scene, nearly shoving a microphone in the young woman’s face.

Greg Ace: Well, hello there. Greasy apples.

Adrienne stops, her expression quizzical in nature. She hadn’t shared one word with this man and yet he seemed to be familiar with her.

Greg Ace: Tough loss out there, Adrienne. You’ve yet to find your footing here at Carnage Wrestling. What do you think it will take to get to the next level? Welcome to the old time fun Jamboree!

Adrienne Levi: Thanks, I guess. As for your question, if I knew that, I’d tell you. No offense to you but may I?

She asks for the microphone and she gets it. Greg walks off and he may have possibly stated, “Jumbo sized cashews fresh off the rind!”

Adrienne isn’t affected much by that. She’s sore, short of breath, and had just been in an encounter with the most monstrous man she had ever seen.

Adrienne Levi: I don’t know what to tell you. I’m just not very good. And this isn’t a solicitation for your attention. I don’t need any pity, or any of your atta-girls. The summer has been amazing so far. And unlike others, I am not going to get discouraged. I’ll be here as long as you want me here.

She paused, wiping away sweat or tears from her eyes but ultimately the anguish of that fight.

Adrienne Levi: It was arrogant of me to think that I could make an impact that matters and I’m sorry - but I’ll keep trying. And I’ll face anyone you put before me. Championship caliber athletes, monsters, and everyone in between. Next time around, I've got a partner and I don't know why he picked me. I've got opponents who think I'm a joke. But if there is anything, one small thing that I can ask of you. And I don’t know how many of you there are. But if there is just one person out there that sees this and doesn’t immediately dismiss Adrienne Levi - then I ask you, don’t stop believing in me.

Politely she sets the microphone down and limps off camera.

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As the camera’s cut backstage, we see Mac Bane sitting alone in catering. He inhales deeply as Amber Ryan comes into the shot. It appears she’s trying to sneak up on him and he smiles.

Mac Bane: Hey Red, you’ll have to try a different perfume or something, I know your smell.

She smacks him playfully in the back of the head, tipping his hat forward a bit. Laughing, he stands up and pulls a chair out for her. After she sits down, he takes the hat off and puts it on her head.

Mac Bane: It’s a little big, but I was right, you look better in it than I do.

Smirking she takes the hat off and puts it back on his head.

Amber Ryan: Maybe I’ll try and take it from you later.

He smiles a devilish smile.

Mac Bane: Oh yeah?

The smirk returns but softer and she nods giving him a playful wink and a nudge.

Amber Ryan: You were trying to tell me something before?

Mac has a sheepish grin on his face as he looks up at the redhead.

Mac Bane: Yeah, something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about, or maybe its something I need to say to you…

The couple look up and see Kyra Johnson standing in the doorway.

Kyra Johnson: Well, ain’t you two just cute as fuck.

Mac barks a laugh as he leans back in his chair and shakes his head as Amber stifles a laugh of her own, their amusement somewhat a mystery to Kyra.

Amber Ryan: What's up?

Kyra Johnson: Was hoping I could kinda talk to you, maybe privately?

The scene fades back to ringside.

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Johnny Vegas: That Levi chick is a loser, but I gotta give her props on her heart.

Terra Skye: Wow, actually giving her a compliment? What the hell is wrong with you?

Johnny Vegas: Right? I better stop before I turn all nice and shit. Oh and before I forget... Mac and Amber... PUKETY PUKE PUKE!!!

Terra Skye: I think it's nice to see our world champ happy. Of course I do wonder what she and Kyra needed to speak about.

Johnny Vegas: SOMETHING Important obviously. Anytime Mac gets cock blocked, I'm happy.

Boy: COCKADOODLEDOOOOOO!!!!

Terra Skye: ...Anyway. Moving onto the next match here tonight, Anthony Leonhart is making his debut, as well as Mitch “The Broken” Heart. We heard a little something from Anthony, but I know next to nothing about Mitch.

Johnny Vegas: I just hope they don’t suck and cause me a HEART attack. Get it?

Boy: PUN BAD FEEL BAD!

Johnny Vegas: Shut up, Hooked on Phonics.



As soon as the bell sounds, Mitch takes Leonhart down with a hard spear and begins wailing on the stouter man with rights and lefts. Leonhart, the more skilled of the two manages to slip Mitch’s grasp even as the referee moves in to pull Mitch off, and makes him pay with a stiff kick to the gut and an elevated DDT, crashing Mitch’s face into the mat. He goes for the pin.

Terra Skye: Mitch coming out the gates on fire, but Leonhart is having none of it, looking to finish this quickly!


One!

Mitch kicks out emphatically. Leonhart pulls him up, only to have Mitch reach up and rake him in the eyes causing him to stumble back to make some distance between the two. He follows this up by grabbing Leonhart by the sides of his head and nailing him with a vicious headbutt, then another, then another! Leonhart’s legs look wobbly as Mitch lets out a yell and simply slams Leonhart’s head into the mat as hard as he can. He rolls him over, and goes for the pin.

Johnny Vegas: Monkey see, Monkey do I guess.

Boy: LAB TESTING IS CRUEL!


One!

Leonhart kicks out, and slides out of the ring. His nose is bleeding pretty freely, he checks to see if it’s broken but has no real time to recover as Mitch is back on him, clubbing him in the back of the head. He gathers up Leonhart’s arm, and goes to whip him into the steps only for it to be reversed and Leonhart is sent crashing into the steps, and over them He cries out, grabbing at his knees and wincing. Leonhart takes a split second to finish checking himself, then goes over and picks Mitch up, rolling him into the ring and following suit to break the referee’s count.

Johnny Vegas: I don’t think I’ve seen this Mitch kid lock in a single hold, does he know we’re a WRESTLING organization?

Terra Skye: He’s certainly coming off as a brawler. Leonhart’s nose might be broken! He’s still in this though. He has a lot to prove, seeing as he went as far as to give us a vignette at Underground!

Leonhart pulls Mitch up, and lifts him to nail a vicious backbreaker, almost snapping Mitch over his knee. With a cry of effort, he lifts Mitch up again and crashes him back down on his knee. He goes to lift him again but Mitch manages to sit up in his grasp and begins to bite Leonhart’s cheek!!

Johnny Vegas: Come on ref! We don’t know if he’s had his shots!!

The ref shouts at Mitch to break it off just as Leonhart drops him, and backs off grabbing at his face. Mitch moves in to capitalize only to get an elbow to the face, followed by Leonhart slamming his face into the turnbuckle. He moves away across the ring, baring his teeth and clearly pissed he’s in here with what looks to be an angry, punchy hobo. He charges in for a spear in the corner, only for Mitch to move just in time and Leonhart to crash into the corner post.

Terra Skye: Nobody home! It seems like Mitch’s style is throwing Leonhart off his game! He’s fighting with a lot of pure, unadulterated anger

Johnny Vegas: Well I’d be pissed too if I had some guy freakin bite me!

Mitch moves in quickly, grabbing Leonhart by the legs and yanking him as hard as he can, causing Leonhart to go crashing face first into the mat. He then jumps on his back and locks in a rear naked choke!

Terra Skye: Oh look! A hold Johnny!

Johnny Vegas: And it’s an illegal one, ain’t it? Come on what do we pay these refs for?!

The Last Gasp! He throws haymakers into the side of his opponent’s head as the referee shouts for him to break the blatant choke hold. Leonhart grabs the ropes, but Mitch persists. The referee reaches 4 before he relents, and rolls away from Leonhart who, once again, rolls out of the ring to catch his breath.

Terra Skye: Leonhart looking to put some distance between him and the vicious, angry "Broken" Heart.

Mitch argues with the ref for a moment, before looking out. The gears are clearly turning, as he hurries to a corner near where Leonhart had landed on the outside. He climbs to the top turnbuckle and waits for Leonhart to get up. He then leaps in what looks like a sloppy cross body, if not just a plan full on flying tackle. However, Leonhart scouts it and catches him! He then takes a few running steps and nails Mitch with a powerslam on the outside!!

Johnny Vegas: And there’s where skill beats will, Skye! All the cheap, angry shots in the world and “The Impact Player” Just impacted that hobo with the concrete!


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Mitch writhes in pain for a moment as Leonhart gets to his feet. He pays Mitch a stiff kick to the side of the head, before picking him up. Mitch set off by the violence though, elbows Leonhart in the abdomen! He then grabs him and slams his head into the apron as hard as he can!

Johnny Vegas: That guy is trying to kill Leonhart! And he’s gonna get them both counted out!

Boy: Double Ding!


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He rolls into the ring to break the count, then back out. Leonhart has gotten to his feet, albeit wobbily. Mitch snatches him by the head again, and sets to bashing it over, and over, and over against the apron.

Terra Skye: Mitch broke up the count, now he’s trying to break up Leonhart’s face!

Johnny Vegas: He ain’t gonna be so pretty no more

Terra Skye: Again though, he needs to keep an ear on the ref


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He lets Leonhart fall, and rolls in one more time to break the count up. The ref shouts at him before restarting the count again.


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Terra Skye: I don’t like judging people I haven’t met, and I always am excited for new talent but this Mitch Heart seems a little unhinged. I almost think we need to buzz for Security..?

Johnny Vegas: If he comes this way, I’m throwing you to him.

Terra Skye: How very noble.

He drags the seemingly listless Leonhart to the ring steps and props him against them. He pays him a couple slaps to the face, as if waking him up at least a little.

Johnny Vegas: I hate to admit it, but I think I like Mitch too.

Terra Skye: You just like the ultraviolence, you perverse old man.

Johnny Vegas: Hey, we work for a company called CARNAGE. Gotta live it, baby!


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He then walks away at a quickened pace, before turning and charging in as fast as he could and nailing a running dropkick into Leonhart’s head - driving it into the unforgiving steel steps!

Johnny Vegas: HOLY SHIT!

Terra Skye: Oh my god! He might have cracked his head open like a walnut!

Boy: EMPTY SHELL, LIKE ALL OF US!


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Terra Skye: Does he even care about the count?!

Johnny Vegas: I think he just cares about hurting Leonhart! Maybe he owes him money.

He follows this up, mounting him and bashing his head a few more times into the floor outside the ring. He then gets up, satisfied and rolls into the ring.

Terra Skye: Back in, in the nick of time!

The ref continues his count:


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10!!

Boy emphatically rings the bell as medical staff comes out to check on Anthony Leonhart.

DING DING DING!!

Kelly Carmichael: The winner of the match, by countout: MITCH "THE BROKEN" HEART!

Mitch, unphased by it walks out as soon as his music hits. He looks straight ahead, and keeps a steady pace to the back, never once looking back over his shoulder or clearing a path for the EMTs.

Johnny Vegas: No. JC. Seriously. STOP SIGNING THESE FREAKS!!

Terra Skye: They are not freaks! They're just...

Johnny Vegas: ...Really?

Terra Skye: Listen, get off my back about it okay? We'll be back in a few moments, folks..

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We open on a shot of Eli Goode’s back as he walks down the hallway here in the backstage of the Carnage Arena. Soon enough, he comes to where we find our Ultraviolent Champion sitting on an equipment container, typing away on her phone as the world goes on around her. The new number one contender to her Ultraviolent title steps up to her and clears his throat.

Eli Goode: Hey, Kyra.

Kyra glances up from her phone and nods.

Kyra Johnson: Oh, hey Eli. What’s up?

Eli Goode: Just wanted to tell you congratulations again on defending your title.

Kyra reaches out and pats the belt that’s sitting by her side.

Kyra Johnson: I appreciate that, but since you’re the next one coming for it - I gotta think that that’s not all you’re here to say.

She eyes him up.

Kyra Johnson: So come on, out with it.

Eli runs his hand over his head and sighs as he leans his back against the wall across from Kyra.

Eli Goode: Listen, I know we’re going to be fighting for that belt at We are Relentless - but we’re friends, and I’m hoping we can have a good match. Unlike what happened at Underground… Can you believe the nerve of Davison?

Kyra rolls her eyes and looks back down at her phone. Eli’s eyes widen after a few moments when Kyra doesn’t respond.

Eli Goode: Don’t tell me you’re actually buying what he’s selling? Come on Kyra…

The tone of his voice doesn’t please Kyra, as can be seen on her face when she looks up at Eli once again.

Kyra Johnson: So judgemental, Eli.

Eli Goode: You know what Davison is. He’s no--

Kyra Johnson: No good? So, I shouldn’t listen to Ken because he’s no good, right? And you are, Eli? Please.

Eli shakes his head.

Eli Goode: C’mon, I never said that, Kyra but Ken is only trying to use you. Hell, he’s trying to get to me too, but I’m not about to side with that--

Kyra Johnson: And that’s why you fail.

Eli’s eyes widen and he looks at Kyra like he can’t believe what he’s hearing.

Eli Goode: Excuse me? Could you repeat that for me?

Kyra Johnson: Oh, so you’re deaf now? Listen, you’re not the first person to tell me that I shouldn’t be playing with fire. You won’t be the last but I am damn tired of being someone I’m not for the sake of my so-called ‘friends’. You don’t wanna listen to what Ken wants to tell you? Fine by me. But what I do is my business and as far as I’m concerned, Eli…

She slides off the container, pulling the Ultraviolent belt onto her shoulder before stepping closer to Eli.

Kyra Johnson: We’re not friends. You’re my opponent and my next victim so how’s about you focus on that instead of what I wanna do with MY life?

Eli Goode: Ok Kyra, if that’s how you want it, fine. I’ll stop asking about your life. But just remember something, I’m not going to stop thinking about you as a friend. Now, that may be my downfall, but it won’t deter me from continuing to stand up for what I believe in… And to stand up to people that think I’m weaker for having values that keep me from a darker place.

Kyra scoffs, turns and walks away - Leaving Eli frustrated as the scene slowly fades back to ringside.

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'Unsainted' by Slipknot blares over the Carnage speakers and JC comes out wearing street clothes, not bothering to dress up to his station. The Legion gives him a strong ovation and he waves at them. He strolls to the ring and rolls in, before getting a microphone from Kelly at ringside.

JC: Welcome back, Legion.

The crowd cheers him, but he keeps going.

JC: I'm sorry the Board values money over your lives, but I've learned the board values a lot of things over basic decency. Must be why, after hiring me to get rid of one Bridges, they got in bed and sucked the dick of another. I didn't bother to learn the new guy's name or pay attention when he introduced himself. His type are all the same to me. He's just another rat, and rats don't live very long lives.

A hushed silence over the crowd now as JC pulls papers from his pocket.

JC: This, ladies and gents, is a contract. It gives me the thing I want most. To be back in a Carnage ring, competing against a new group of talent. It means I can go after the World title again. But essentially, it would also throw me back in time to last year, when I was fighting to change this place against a corrupt asshole. So it was a very hard decision to make. In fact, I...

'Yes' by LMFAO now hits on the speakers and Christopher St. James comes out with a smirk on his face. He's alone, and he strolls confidently to the ring and gets in the ring, standing face to face with JC.

JC: Speak of the devil.

C$J: And so he shall appear. Hello JC, allow me to introduce myself.

JC: Yeah, I don't care.

The crowd cheers at this, as JC waves him off and keeps going.

JC: Like I said, I've seen your type a million times before. I assume you're here for my decision, so let's go ahead and get it out of the way, right?

C$J: That's fine, old man. Go ahead and give me my power. Because I know you better than you think. You don't like this job. You don't like working at a desk. You want to be back in the ring. As much as you may not like me right now, you'd rather be working for me than working with me if it means you get to compete.
Another chance at glory without the likes of Jack Michaels to hold you back.

JC smiles and laughs quietly.

JC: Well, you've got me there. And Carnage Wrestling is home, so I definitely don't want to be away from it. I just wanted to ask a couple of things, before we make this thing official.

C$J: Sure.

JC: Now, I read the rules that I have to stick to as President. I can't fire Mia, Styles or Jones. I can't strike them unless they hit me first.

C$J: Correct. I laid all of this out at Underground.

JC: Well damn, Jason. You've really got me over a barrel, don't you? I mean if I can't fire them or hurt them, it's like, you won, isn't it?

C$J: I'm glad you see things my way, though I don't know if "winning" is the right terminology. You sign the contract, you sign everything over to me, and we both profit. I promise to be a fair leader. I know the monetary value of JC. You will be booked accordingly and compensated for it.

St. James produces a pen and hands it over to JC, who grabs it and looks over the contract. He pauses just a moment before signing. The Legion is booing, remembering what the person in charge before JC was like. C$J actually extends a hand and JC takes it, and they shake to confirm the deal.

JC: Yeah, yeah...about that. I can't hurt Mia, Duce or Freddie. Sure. I get that. I accept it. But there was thing I noticed...

JC's grip tightens on C$J, turning that smirk into a frown.

JC: It didn't say anything about YOU.

JC pulls him right into a knee, doubling him over. He gets him in position and then drops C$J on his head with the Schism! The crowd cheers and JC grabs the contract he signed earlier and promptly rips it into pieces before grabbing the mic again. He then kneels over the body of Carnage's new money man.

JC: Damn that felt good. Listen up. I don't play well with others, and I don't take kindly to threats. I do what I want, when I want. And what I want is to protect this place *from you*. See ya at 95, partner.

He tosses the mic back to Kelly and then starts to leave the ring. He looks back at C$J, still laying motionless, and pulls him up to his feet, leaning him against the ropes. It's unknown if C$J is even really conscious at this point. But JC doesn't care as he takes a few steps back and charges forward, hitting him with the Big Boot of Death! James flies over the top rope and spills to the floor, as JC picks up pieces of the ripped contract and throws them down on him, before returning to the back.

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Footsteps echo through the hall as Silvio makes his way toward the main event hall. He’s breathing even, checking his gear as he walks, and appears to be psyching himself up for the upcoming match. Getting thrown into the ring with a former champ on his second match isn’t something he’s taking lightly.

As the Oracle strides toward gorilla, a sudden whistling echoes through the concrete walls- a sound easily traced to a figure slouched against the wall. A person who actually hadn’t been booked for this show, but apparently had nothing better to do than hang around anyway and see the sights and scope out possible competition.

Tipping his ever present cap back, Kohaku Fujihara gives Silvio a broad grin.

Kohaku: Look alive, Sunshine~

Apparently someone had seen the artist’s promotional spot for this match.

Startling out of his reverie, Silvio blinks, meets Kohaku’s gaze, and gives him a lopsided grin in return.

Silvio: Mr. Fox! We meet again. I didn’t know you’d be here.

He raises an inquisitive brow.

Silvio: Were you booked and I just spaced?

Kohaku: I was not. I can only imagine that the viewing audience can only cope with so much of my presence before they devolve into a Beatlemania-esque tizzy.

Chuckling, Kohaku rolls his shoulders.

Kohaku: Last show was a lot of fun. I may not have won but I think I gained something even better- a discovery of sorts. You and I, sight unseen face to face, got in that ring and popped with a synergy so exquisite that I think it was written in the stars. But then, you’d probably know more about that than little old me.

The vulpine man’s eyes twinkle, his expression a bit coy.

Kohaku: I was right, I think. There is something special about you. And if it’s alright with you, I wouldn’t mind getting to know just what that is.

Silvio pauses, his own smile turning sly.

Silvio: It’s funny - I was actually thinking the same thing. Kinda hoping I could talk with you about it.

Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he lets out a thoughtful hum.

Silvio: Hoping to do it again. Maybe next time, though, we put that synchronicity to work toward a mutual goal? Namely, kicking the ass and/or asses of folks on the other side of the ring?

Favoring him with a boyish grin, he continues.

Silvio: Maybe we could also go for coffee sometime for a strategy session?

Kohaku: I thought you’d never ask.

Kokaku laughs, a not unpleasant barking sound.

Kohaku: But as for now, you seem to have places to be. I understand if you want to go it alone, but I would be more than happy to accompany you if you wouldn’t mind having a corner fox watching your back.

There was something just slightly rattled in Silvio’s delivery when he addressed the veteran. Kohaku wasn’t sure what it was or why, but if it was still there in any sort of capacity, a little moral support wouldn’t go amiss, now would it?

Silvio hesitates before his expression softens and he reaches out to clap Fujihara on the shoulder.

Silvio: I wouldn’t mind at all.

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Terra Skye: Damn, a lot happened during that break!

Johnny Vegas: JC not doing himself any favors... As per the norm. Big surprise. Another set of freaks acting like they're gonna be all friendly and shit... Bleh.

Terra Skye: Kyra is sounding an awful lot like she's siding with Ken--

Johnny Vegas: I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.. But I hope Eli kicks that traitor Bitches ASS!

Terra Skye: Well, speaking of the fledgling friendship between Kohaku and Silvio Leon, Up next we have Silvio Leon going up against another Carnage newcomer, Matt Knox - Whom we heard from earlier tonight!


Johnny Vegas: Yeah, yeah. I know they're new. I don't know why I don't like Matt Knox yet. But fuckin' flash, man. I hate him already.

Terra Skye: You're so welcoming, Johnny. Now just because they're new to us doesn't mean that they can't hack it in the ring. "Raven" Matt Knox is a veteran of the professional wrestling industry and Silvio Leon was able to pick up a debut win at Underground: Redemption.

Johnny Vegas: Bah. Flash was in the right place at the right time. That's what most triple-threat matches come down to. Mark my words, Flash won't be so lucky this time.

Terra Skye: Tonight they're going to go one on one and we're going to see just how good these two men are with no outside forces or distractions, I hope.

Boy: Singles matches on tinder today!

Johnny Vegas: Fuck Flash! He tried to kill me!

Terra Skye: Why do you keep calling Silvio 'Flash'?



The match begins with Knox and Leon locking up in the center of the ring, with Knox gaining control. He quickly switches his focus from grappling to strikes, knocking The Oracle back into the corner. Ref breaks Raven off of Leon at first but Raven follows up with a back-elbow strike. Irish whip Oracle into the far corner. Knox goes for a corner clothesline but Leon slides out of the way. Leon with a back elbow strike of his own in the far corner, and follows it up with a hooking armdrag to send Knox back towards the center of the ring. Leon charges and hits a low dropkick onto the Raven as he works to get his way back up. Knox rolls towards the bottom rope and pulls himself up on the ring apron. Leon in pursuit reaches over the top rope to pull Matt Knox back to his feet but Knox drops his weight and yanks Leon throat first down across the top rope. Oracle stumbles back towards the center of the ring and Knox steps through the ropes.

Terra Skye: Snake-eyes!

Johnny Vegas: You can't win a match if you can't breathe. Good strategy. Finish the job please.

Terra Skye: Not only does "The Raven" Matt Knox have the size and reach advantage, he also is quite the ring general.

The Raven grapples the Oracle from behind and drills him in the center of the ring with a belly to back suplex. He hooks the leg for the cover!


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Silvio Leon kicks out after one.

Terra Skye: Big belly to back suplex from Knox, but it's going to take a lot more than that to keep "The Oracle" down.

Johnny Vegas: What Flash doesn't have in size and experience he makes up for in youth and dumb luck. I hate that guy.

Terra Skye: You can at least admit that he's tough.

Johnny Vegas: I don't have to admit shit. This is Carnage Wrestling, not card-games and finger-paints!

Raven follows up close and quick on his opponent with a naked choke. Knox looking to slow the pace down and keep the pressure up, the referee asks if Silvio Leon wishes to submit and he refuses. Silvio fights through the choke and pushes both he and The Raven back to their feet. Silvo buries repeated elbows into Knox's abdomen until finally Knox releases the hold. Silvio bounces off of the ropes and rushes back only to take a Yakuza kick straight to the face. Knox follows up with some targeted stomps and follows up with an elbow drop. Matt Knox pulls The Oracle back up to his feet by his head only to drop him straight back down to the mat with a neckbreaker. The Raven transitions into another cover.


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The Oracle kicks out after the count of two. The Raven reapplies the rear-naked choke.

Terra Skye: If Silvio Leon wants to get back into this match, he's got to find a way to get back to his feet.

Johnny Vegas: Knox is in complete control right now, doing everything the way a veteran should. Leon is out of his element when he is grounded. He's expending all of the energy while Knox is barely using any at all.

Terra Skye: Leon has no choice, he can't stay in a chokehold and expect to stay in this fight.

Johnny Vegas: That's what good strategy is, Terrable. Any move that Leon can make at this point will be detrimental. He should quit while his head is still attached to his body.

Boy: All your detris are mental!

Johnny Vegas: ...

Terra Skye: Boy is really growing on me.

Once more Leon is too far from the ropes to force a break, so he must fight his way back to a vertical base. What little crowd is in attendance tonight is starting to get behind the Oracle as he leverages himself up into a standing position. Silvio goes to throw another back elbow, but The Raven switches his rear naked choke into a Tazzmission! He locks in The Mercy! No! Silvio with a desperation snapmare helps him escape the hold. Knox rolls through the throw and back to his feet. He turns but The Oracle is right there. Leon hits Knox with a big hurricanrana! Knox lands hard on his back but gets back up only to take another hurricanrana from Silvio. Knox back to his feet a third time, Silvio throws a spinning heel kick his way but Knox ducks it and bounces off of the ropes. Knox comes charging back with an axe kick but Leon rolls underneath it and pops back up with a Miskatonic Twist tilt-a-whirl headscissors that takes Knox down for a third time.

Boy: Running with scissors!

Johnny Vegas: God damn it, Raven. I knew I shouldn't have trusted anyone named after a fucking bird.

Terra Skye: The Oracle looks fired up here!

With Knox stunned, Silvio springboards off of the middle rope and spins in mid-air, coming in and driving The Raven straight down on the top of his head with a massive tornado ddt!

Terra Skye: He calls that 'Starry Wisdom'! Cover!

Johnny Vegas: Kickout Kickout KICKOUTTTT!


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Thr-NO! Matt Knox rolls his shoulder up just before the count of three!

Terra Skye: So close!

Johnny Vegas: Whew.

The Oracle cannot believe that he didn't pick up the three count there, and for good reason. But still, after double-checking with the referee he makes his way over to the ropes and begins his ascension to the top. The Raven begins to stir just as Leon perches at the top turnbuckle. Leon starts to line up his shot for the Color Out of Space corkscrew shooting star press but Knox pops up to his feet and falls onto the top rope, crotching Silvio in the process. Leon is in considerable pain as Raven bought himself a few moments to work out the cobwebs. Silvio pulls his lower half up off of the metal buckle; at the same time Matt Knox ascends the ropes from the inside. The Raven throws a succession of three forearm shivs to the side of Leon's head before stepping up onto the top rope himself. Knox leaps, super-rana from the top rope sends the Oracle slamming in the center of the ring! The few fans in attendance are going wild as Matt Knox slowly crawls towards Silvio Leon and drapes his arm over his chest for the cover-


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Thr-NO! Silvio barely gets his shoulder up!

Terra Skye: Wow! The Carnage Legion is chanting 'this is awesome'... This IS awesome!

Johnny Vegas: Fucking Flash had to Houdini his way out of that one, didn't he?

Terra Skye: Matt Knox just showed that he can bring the agility with the best of them with that top-rope hurricanrana, but he couldn't follow through with the cover right away. That kind of maneuver can take it out of you as much as it takes it out of your opponent.

Johnny Vegas: Birdman needs to keep the flying for the birds, then. It does him no good to hurt himself in the process of trying to reshuffle Flash's deck.

Boy: My deck has all pressure-treated lumber!

Johnny Vegas: I thought you lived in a dumpster or some shit?

The Raven is the first back to his feet, as Silvio Leon looks to be in La-La Land. He signals to the crowd for the end before yanking the Oracle up to a vertical base to join him. Matt Knox clutches Leon's arms and twists him around for a vertebreaker called 'The Murder'. Leon flips himself backward to land on his feet and he shoves Knox off and into the ropes. Knox comes charging back and Leon leaps for another headscissors attempt but Knox catches him and slams him into his knee with a modified tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Knox once more is quick back to his feet and he pulls Silvio Leon up with him again. Matt Knox locks Silvio Leon in a cobra-clutch submission before popping his hips and dropping Leon back with a Downfall! But Leon jackknifes himself upon impact, his body landing on top of the Raven and pinning his shoulders down to the mat!

Johnny Vegas: Downfall! DOWNFALL!

Terra Skye: But The Oracle has The Raven's shoulders pinned beneath him!


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Matt Knox releases the cobra clutch and shoves Leon off, but a split-second too late!



Johnny Vegas: Damn it!

Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner… SILVIO LEON!

Terra Skye: What a freaking counter! Oracle still took the brunt of the Downfall, but he made sure he landed in such a way that the Raven's shoulders were pinned down!

Johnny Vegas: Awh horseshit! Flash got fucking lucky yet again... and he steals another one!

Raven is back up to his feet and he discusses with the referee the ending of the match. Clearly the ref isn't going to change his decision, so Knox shows his frustration of once again being so close but still having to wait to secure his first win in Carnage Wrestling. Silvio Leon rolls himself underneath the bottom rope and starts to head to the back, clutching his neck in his hands. The hot start continues for the Oracle, who improves to 2-0 with this victory here tonight.

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Suddenly, the lights in the arena die. The limited crowd reacts in several different ways. Some gasp from being startled. Others cheer and boo as they know what's coming next.

Terra Skye: Don't tell me... thunderstorms knocked out the power again?

Boy: DEMENTORS!

Johnny Vegas: Cheap ass fucking piece of shit warehouse.

Terra Skye: The power being out has literally nothing to do with the arena.

Johnny Vegas: THE ONLY FUCKING THING THAT WORKS IN HERE IS THE GOD DAMNED ASBESTOS!

Terra Skye: Excuse me, Sir. But don't go talking smack about shit you know nothing about. We just got fans back in and I know for a fact that there is no asbestos at all-

The Carnagetron screen flickers with static-

Johnny Vegas: Ah shit, here we go again.

Boy: ABBY SPESTOS!



The static peels back from the center and a woman's face, still partially obstructed, emerges.

?: I am... not... happy.

Jenova's voice breaks through the static.

Jenova: Here I stand, yet again, the orphan feeling like she's a little more than an afterthought... in this orphaned federation... while you and your new favorite tag-along ran back into the Unified Global Wrestling Coalition's wide-open, backstabbing arms.

Johnny Vegas: Do you think crazy Maggie's talking to Kyra's sister? She's not even here tonight.

Terra Skye: Shh!

Jenova: I told your... man... what would happen if he didn't respect my abilities. Now the only thing left of my Underground opponent is his 'empty' locker. I shouldn't have to remind you how insulting I find it that our business has to be conducted through these intermediaries... JC, CJ... I'm embarrassed by it, and you should be too. When I first came back to Carnage Wrestling, I told you the... reunion... was coming. Since then, I have done everything that I said that I would do. Granted, my methods haven't always been 'pure' and that never sat well with you, but time is not a luxury I have. In order to fulfill my destiny, results are the only thing that matter.

Terra Skye: What do you think Maggie is talking about?

Johnny Vegas: I wouldn't call her that.

Terra Skye: You called her that earlier!

Boy: Remember the AL LAMBO!

Jenova: I sure do hope that you plan on coming back... that you'll do what you said you would do and finally teach me the move that you said you would teach me: The Calamity from the Skies, professional Wrestling's most dangerous, and most devastating 'finisher'. Some call it a 'simple' double-rotation moonsault, while others call it overkill. These people may... call it what they will. Label it as they may, the true Calamity debuted five years ago when the original JENOVA first put on this mask-



Jenova: You.

Murmuring can be heard throughout the arena.

Jenova: -and not once in five years did JENOVA ever miss with the Calamity. Not once in five years did anyone unfortunate enough to fall victim to the Calamity from the Skies ever kick out from any subsequent pinfall. Not Once. As. In. NEVER.

Johnny Vegas: Is that true?

Terra Skye: I mean, I haven't done enough research on it... but I don't remember Lucy ever missing the 'Calamity'.

Jenova: It's the atomic bomb. It's the golden gun. It's the great destroyer and the one-shot kill. It is, and shall always be... irrefutable... Because you made it that way. Until I learn its secret, straight from the Mistress herself, then it does not matter what face I put on each morning. It does not matter what legacy I'm trying to protect or 'who I'm pretending to be'. I cannot carry on this legacy passed down to me... I cannot be Jenova without the Calamity from the Skies... because Jenova IS the Calamity... Jenova and the Calamity are ONE.

Johnny Vegas: This bitch is crazy.

Jenova: But I will learn. I will take my place in the skies even if it's only to come crashing back down on the next miserable soul who thinks that they have what it takes to oppose the will of Heaven's Dark Harbinger. Then, when I know the Calamity from the Skies, there will be nothing and no one who can stop me from making a difference in this miserable fucking place. Have your fun this week in UGWC, Lucy. But you need to learn as I did that reconciling the past is the only true path toward the future. You want your redemption? It's usually found right where you left it.

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Curled up on a bench with a book, the Carnage World Champion seems surprisingly chill. A rarity and generally far more dangerous than the opposite- however the Distorted Angel seems content enough as the door creaks open. Mac Bane lingers in the doorway for a moment, presumably checking for more distractions and potential interruptions. Satisfied, he closes the door behind him making sure to turn the lock for good measure.

Amber Ryan: Well, now I am stuck.

She doesn't look up from her book, but a mischievous half smile crosses her features. Mac doesn't say anything immediately, instead crossing the room to sit beside the redhead, resting a large hand on her thigh. Perhaps sensing the change of atmosphere, Amber puts the book down while gauging the 'One Man Wrecking Crew' contemplatively.

Mac Bane: Look Amber, the thing is… I know this is all… I wanted to tell you… you know, argh. Fuck.

Amber chuckles, clearly finding amusement in Mac's nervous energy.

Amber Ryan: Breathe.

Mac sighs, giving her thigh a quick squeeze.

Mac Bane: I think… I mean I know… I just really wanted to say-

Amber places a finger to the bigger man's lips gently, blue green eyes staring through his soul as she leans in.

Amber Ryan: It's alright... I love you too.

She replaces her finger with a soft kiss, before folding her book closed and goes to exit, perhaps leaving the Baltimore City Champion a little shell shocked.

Amber Ryan: I better get going, got some people I need to see.

A gentle smile tugs at the corner of Mac’s mouth at first but then it blooms into a full on smile.

Mac Bane: Well, shit…

She winks at him as she makes her exit and the scene fades back to ringside.

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Johnny Vegas: Oh Christ.. They love each other. Wonderful. Only took a whole fucking show to get the fucking words out! FUCK!

Terra Skye: I'm sorry you hate everything love related but ITS SWEET! SO SHUT UP!

Johnny Vegas: ..Whatever. It also still looks like Manova or Jaggie... She's still waiting on Lucy to do what she said she would do.

Terra Skye: I can see why Lucy's hesitating, but we've seen what Jenova can do and I don't know if I'd push it. But we did see Lucy finally agree on Twitter - So apparently after Lucy competes in UGWC's Wrestlestock Open, she'll keep to her word. Albeit, unhappily.

Johnny Vegas: Meh. Bitches be crazy.

Boy: FONT!

Terra Skye: Everything is Crazy, Johnny... Including our main event. A six-person tag team match, Insidious against three of Carnage's newest signees... 'The Family'.

With Luke Marshall not being in the ring, the ref stands confused until Wolf gets in his face and begins demanding for him to ring the bell, even go so far as to shove the poor striped shirt wearing son of a bitch.



Johnny Vegas: Some family, they’re down a member here!

Terra Skye: Yeah, I can’t even come up with some positive twist. But everything we know about this “Family” they’re… unorthodox to say the least.

Johnny Vegas: Freaks.

After the “coaxing” by Wolf to the referee to ring the bell, despite them being down a member the match starts with Wolf facing off against Aaron. The two circle one another, before locking up in the center of the ring. Aaron manages to slip behind Wolf and takes him down to the mat with a German suplex. He kips to his feet, and bounces off the ropes, nailing Wolf in the back of the head with a shining Wizard as he begins to sit up.

Terra Skye: AFH showing some high powered offense. Probably taking the loss at Underground out on the newcomers.

Johnny Vegas: Oh boohoo the widdle wooser is gwumpy.

Terra Skye: Very mature.

Aaron drags Wolf up and drags him to his corner where he makes the tag to Poppy. She steps into the ring, with Aaron twisting The Wolf’s arm and lifting it to expose his ribs. Poppy accepts the invitation and nails the man with a stiff kick to his ribs. Aaron steps out, and Poppy whips Wolf into the corner. She pursues him quickly and nails him with a flying forearm smash. Wolf stumbles out as Poppy goes to the ropes once more and nails him with a bulldog. She goes for the pin.

Terra Skye: Insidious looking to put this one away and send us home early.

Johnny Vegas: Come on, Dollar General Benetar!!


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Abigail leaps just in time to stop the three count, before taking the opportunity to hit Poppy with a few more stomps before being ushered back to her corner by the referee. Poppy holds the back of her head, getting up and going to her corner she tags in Kyuubi. Wolf has begun to get to his feet, Kyuubi charges in and goes for a bicycle kick but Wolf ducks and counters it with a hard clothesline as Kyuubi turns to face him. He drags her to the corner, and tags Abigail in.

Terra Skye: Wolf finally catching a break, and tagging out. Smart move.

Johnny Vegas: Now if only he could be smart enough to not be called a dog.

Terra Skye: Wolf.

Johnny Vegas: Furry.

Terra Skye: How in the hell do you know what Furries are? You're like 109.

Abigail steps and instantly whips Kyuubi into her team’s corner. She begins laying in shots to her opponent’s face, before lifting her leg and driving it into her throat. She breaks the hold as the ref reaches four and goes to get in their face. With the ref distracted, Wolf grabs Kyuubi by the hair, and smashes the back of her head into the turnbuckle as hard as he can. Aaron is incensed and gets in the ring, charging across to try and attack Wolf but is restrained by the ref.

Johnny Vegas: I take it back, kid’s got hootzpah.

Terra Skye: The Family making up for what they lack in a full team with some vicious, underhanded tactics.

With the further distraction, Abigail returns to choking Kyuubi in the corner, much more blatantly this time As the ref comes to break it up, Abigail lets out a scream and drags Kyuubi from the corner, flinging her by the neck with as much power as her small frame could muster. She then runs and kips up to the second rope, nailing a moonsault on Kyuubi. She hooks the leg going for the pin.

Johnny Vegas: This is it!! Trailer park jamboree getting a win!


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Kyuubi manages to kick out. Abigail admonishes the ref for a moment, before pulling Kyuubi up. Kyuubi gets a sudden second wind, and shoves Abigail away before nailing her with a crescent kick, followed by a roundhouse to send the smaller girl to the mat. She then makes a beeline to her corner, attempting to tag but Wolf has gotten in the ring, and charges over, tackling her into her corner with as much force as he can muster, knocking the wind out of her. He then nails Poppy and Aaron with stiff forearms, knocking them off the apron.

Terra Skye: The Wolf once again making himself a factor.

Johnny Vegas: Couldn’t do shit as the legal man, but he’s the greatest illegal thing not in a pipe out here tonight!

Wolf follows Aaron outside, and continues to brawl with him. Aaron getting the upper hand, he nails a dropkick to Wolf’s leg which sends him to one knee, and Poppy comes flying in with a vicious bulldog to the floor outside! In the ring, Abigail has pulled Kyuubi to the center of the ring. She charges the ropes, and goes for a springboard cutter but Kyuubi reverses it, tossing her away. As Abigail gets up, she eats a super kick straight to the face. Kyuubi goes for the pin, but the ref is outside trying to regain control. Then, the lights go out.

Terra Skye: What in the world?

Johnny Vegas: Damn, if they didn’t pay the light bill I bet our checks bounce next.

Boy: BUMP IN NIGHT!

As they come on, the third member of the family’s team stands in the ring behind a confused Kyuubi. And outside, standing between Poppy, Aaron and Wolf is the huge man known as The Judge.

Johnny Vegas: Holy shit look at that thing!

Terra Skye: The third member of The Family has arrived and he is not alone!

The referee falls on his ass in terror, backing up. Poppy and Aaron get back on the apron slowly, and The Judge helps Wolf to his feet. In the ring, Luke Marshall hits Kyuubi with “The True Gift” and steps out onto the apron. Abigail goes for the pin

Terra Skye: This has to be it, Kyuubi has taken a lot of punishment this match!


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Thr—NO!! Poppy breaks up the pin attempt with a double axe handle, before returning to her corner. Kyuubi starts crawling to her corner as Abigail holds the back of her head.

Johnny Vegas: She needs to get out of there, or this one’s over. Actually, stay in Chicky poo. I wanna go home.

Terra Skye: Chicky poo?

She gets up, moving to tag out but hesitating just enough for Aaron to be tagged in and before she knows it, he is on top of her with a Lou Thesz press, and begins raining fists down on her face. He leaps to his feet, and bounces off the ropes before hitting her with a guillotine leg drop

Terra Skye: AHF coming in like a house of fire, looking to swing the momentum back in the favor of Insidious!

Aaron pulls her up and whips her into his corner as hard as he can. He then turns, and leaps at the opponent’s corner. Luke hops off the apron, seeing it coming. The Wolf however begins trading blows over the top rope. The referee goes to break them up while in the other corner, Poppy and Kyuubi both rain blows onto Abigail until suddenly Kyuubi and Poppy are both pulled off the Apron by the Judge and taken down with a monstrous double clothesline.

Terra Skye: Come on ref!

Johnny Vegas: Hey, they were breakin the rules too!

Terra Skye: At least they’re participants in this match!

The referee backs Aaron up finally but misses the big man’s interference. Aaron goes for a leaping clothesline but Abigail ducks it and somersaults to her corner making a leaping tag to Luke who steps in between the ropes almost leisurely and walks into the middle of the ring. Aaron goes to meet him, showing no intimidation. Aaron strikes first, sending the “Father” of the family back reeling with a stiff punch to the mouth. Luke checks his lip to see if it’s busted.

Johnny Vegas: There’s a lot of weirdos here Skye. Believe me, a lot of them. But this guy... he might be the creepiest.

Aaron mocks him a moment before getting hit with a Cyclone kick that sends him to the mat. Luke circles Aaron a moment, speaking down to him, before raising his arms toward the heavens, and running to bounce off the ropes he goes for a punt kick but Aaron manages to roll out of the way and pop up with a hard forearm shot, taking Luke down.

Terra Skye: Both men down!

Luke manages to crawl to his corner, tagging Wolf in before Aaron can get up. Wolf moves in, and lifts Aaron. He hits a spinebuster on him, before lifting him again. He nods to the corner, as if in a signal and Luke and Abigail both enter the ring, and knock Aaron’s teammates from the apron, following them to the outside and brawling with them

Terra Skye: They communicate like a family, that’s for sure.

Johnny Vegas: True, I communicate non verbally with my family all the time. By not communicating at all.

Wolf lifts Aaron’s head, and backhands him mockingly. He goes to lift Aaron for a Death Valley Driver but Aaron gets free! He kicks Wolf as hard as he can in the gut, then gets him in a headlock and charges for the corner and nails him with Going for Broke! He goes for the pin!

Johnny Vegas: WHERE WAS THIS AT UNDERGROUND YOU BET FUCKER UPPERS!

Terra Skye: Still illegal, Johnny.


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Kelly Carmichael: Your winners... INSIDIOUS!!!!

As soon as the bell rings, The Judge steps in the middle of the brawl on the outside, snatching both Poppy and Kyuubi by their throats and delivering a double chokeslam on the outside.

Terra Skye: Jesus Christ, the match is over! Stop this!

Johnny Vegas: You gonna go tell him?

Abigail slides into the ring and charges at Aaron as he begins to get to his feet, he however ducks her attack and hits her with a superkick. He then turns to meet Wolf and the two begin brawling in the middle of the ring. Luke motions for the Judge to go handle it

Johnny Vegas: Jesus, even the big one listens to him!!

Outside, Poppy gets up and nails Luke in the back of the head with a forearm shot. In the ring, Judge has grabbed Aaron by the back of the neck and hoisted him up, before slamming him face first into the mat.

Terra Skye: Holy sh-

Johnny Vegas: I just peed a little.

Terra Skye: You always pee a little.

He straightens up silently, as Wolf goes in and locks in “Your Last Breath” The bell rings furiously as Aaron taps desperately.

Johnny Vegas: Ain’t no bell gonna save his ass now.

Terra Skye: Where the hell is security?!

Johnny Vegas: Making a business decision and extending their lives.

Suddenly, Sah’ta Thor dashes in from the back with a steel chair in hand, He slides in under the bottom rope and chucks the chair in the face of Judge who is knocked back a step. Sah’ta has just enough time to nail Wolf with a stomp to the face before Abigail leaps upon his back and begins clubbing him. Kyuubi slides into the ring, launching a bicycle kick over Thor’s shoulder and nailing Abigail in the face. She falls of Thor, who turns and drags her to her feet. Together they hit her with the Oni Combo. However instead of Kyuubi locking in the hold, she throws Abigail out of the ring over the top rope

Terra Skye: Insidious starting to fight back now!

Outside, Luke slams Poppy’s head into the guard rail, and begins shouting at Judge to attack. He does just that, grabbing Thor and hurling him across the ring. He goes to follow, Kyuubi gets in his path and he swats her away with a violent backhand that sends her crashing, and out under the bottom rope. Luke grins, pleased as he steps over Kyuubi and slides into the ring

Terra Skye: And just like that, this masked giant monster of a man they call The Judge has turned the tide back into the favor of his "Father".

The Monstrous Judge lifts Thor up by the throat with both hands, and upon the further instruction from his “Father” he begins to squeeze the life out of Thor. All of Insidious lay prone, with Wolf lifting Aaron’s head to watch and Abigail sitting gleefully on Kyuubi’s back on the outside, slapping either side of her head.

Terra Skye: This is sickening! Someone stop this!

Johnny Vegas: I mean, or let it happen.

Suddenly, Matt Knox charges in from the back. Luke turns to see the intrusion, and slides out of the ring. Knox chop blocks Judge as Luke gathers his family. Judge releases Thor, going down to one knee. Knox bounces off the ropes, and hits the big man in the face with a dropkick. Judge doesn’t flinch though, as Knox stares in disbelief.

Terra Skye: Knox out here to… help Insidious?

Johnny Vegas: Drug test him. Or at least whatever that big fucker leaves behind. Drug test the red puddle!

The Judge stands up as Knox goes to bounce off the ropes again, he goes for a hurricanrana but Judge catches him with little effort. Desperate, he grabs the chair and as Judge lifts him into a powerbomb he blasts the giant with it, causing him to release him and drop him rather unceremoniously.

Johnny Vegas: That big fucker still didn’t move!!

Luke bellows on the outside and obediently, the Judge goes to follow them. Knox stares after the group, sneering for a moment before getting vertical, and turning to Thor. He stares at the chair in his hand, and considers for a moment before dropping it. “Wasn’t their kill” He mouths to Thor before sliding out of the ring opposite “The Family” as they make their way up the ramp. Insidious all slide into the ring, and help their leader to his feet. He stares after Knox as the rest of Insidious stare up after The Family, who stare back from behind Luke who has a crazed, yet peaceful look etched into his features.

Terra Skye:Wow... What an ending to tonight's show! We hope you enjoyed Chaos 94, and we'll be seeing you in two weeks at Chaos 9-----

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The scene suddenly cuts away from ringside, following JC as he enters his office, after what he feels to be a successful “return” to Carnage, he sees the one man sitting in his chair that sours his expression immediately.

C$J, an ice pack on his head, his feet up on the desk, and a hate filled expression taking up his face.

C$J: Mr. “Cool” is it? Have a seat.

JC refuses, glaring down at his new “partner.”

C$J: Fine, have it your way “partner.” I tried to do things your way. I tried to be cordial but you just don’t know how to look a man in the eye and shake his hand do you? The problem with you Joseph, is that you’re a fighter in a businessman’s world. You’re not built for this job. Look at how you handled the Mia situation. You made undo physical threats and instead of giving the fans what they wanted to see, you fire the person in question instead. You took the coward’s way out.

JC looks to advance but C$J holds his hand up.

C$J: You might want to let me finish before you do anything you’re going to regret. I told you at Underground the board is on my side, they see things in the light I present them in. It wasn’t them that allowed our fans to come back, it was local government agencies. I told you that at Underground too, but someone has his head up his own ass for far too long to hear what’s actually being said. Now, I can give you exactly what you want. I can make that whole stipulation you lost out to, the one that forced you away from active competition in Carnage, just… Go away. Fuck it, my offer still stands. Fully customizable contract and just because I’m such a nice guy, I will even leave an option open for you to have a World Title match at your discretion. All within your grasp if you still think you’re not too over the hill.

You’re a fighter JC, not a businessman. You don’t belong behind this desk, you belong in that ring, “kicking faces off of heads” or whatever it is you say. Hopefully when the time comes, you don’t run away and take the coward’s way out... Again.

Now, in terms of the events from this week…

The phone rings at that very moment and C$J smiles devilishly at JC.

C$J: I have contacted the board and informed them of your… Rash decision making skills. I have threatened to withdraw my funding of Carnage until they reign you under control. This phone call? It’s for you. Expect to be suspended, without pay, for the next little bit; at least until you get that temper under control. Also, expect a heavy fine to be levied against you for trying to hurt a Carnage investor who happens to be retired from in ring competition. Touch me again and I will guarantee that you will not see the inside of a wrestling ring until you get a call in the nursing home you plague during your “golden years” begging you to come back for “one last run.”

Hopefully after all of this nasty business is taken care of, you’ll be a bit more hospitable and open to change. Now, go ahead and get that phone call. Don’t let me keep you.

With that C$J grimaces as he gets to his feet, still holding the ice to his head. He walks past JC without another word and leaves his “partner” to pick up the still ringing phone.

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CHAOS 94 CREDITS:

Segment - Three Words - Jim/Jazzy

Opening - Chuck

Segment - (Opening Interruption) - Ken/Jazzy

Segment - Beyond the Belle w/ Matt Knox - Mia/Knox

Match 1 - Mitaxia Vs. Jonathan Willis - Mia

Segment - Zed Hotley Segment Featuring Marlowe, Cortes & Steel - Scott/Andrew/Jay

Segment - Earning a Spot - Mia

Match 2 - Adrienne Levi Vs. Zane King - Elijah

Segment - Don't Stop Believing in Me - Elijah

Segment - Eight Letters - Jim/Jazzy

Match 3 - Anthony Leonhart Vs. Mitch Heart - Knox

Segment - Opponents, Not Friends - Barbie/Eli

Segment - Nothing About You - Joe

Segment - Vulpecula - Jess/Ampersand

Match 4 - Silvio Leon Vs. Matt Knox - Chuck

Segment - What Belongs to Me - Chuck

Segment - Say it and I'm Yours - Jim/Jazzy

Match 5 - Insidious Vs. The Family - Knox

Segment - The Final Word - Mia


Judges: Barbie, Knox (Submitted Votes) & Ampersand (Submitted Votes)
Commentary: Knox, Elijah, Mia, Chuck & Barbie

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