Chaos 110 Results

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Terra Skye: Hello Carnage Legion! Welcome to Chaos 110, the final edition of Monday Night Chaos!

Johnny Vegas: We haven't called this 'Monday night Chaos' in YEARS.

Terra Skye: So? I'm bringing it back for tonight! We hope we find you all well, and we have a great show for you here tonight! So let's make this one hundred and tenth edition of Chaos a memorable one, shall we?

Boy: CHEESE!

Johnny Vegas: OR.. We can just get it over with and move on.

Terra Skye: You're just not gonna give a fuck right up to the very end, huh?

Johnny Vegas: Nope. I try not to give a fuck, it makes things easier.

Terra Skye: There's nothing wrong with feeling something about this, Johnny.

Boy: MOTHERS GAVE THE GRAVES FULL OF NOTES!

Johnny Vegas: Yep. I feel mothers gave the graves full of notes. There. I feel something.

Terra Skye: Well have it your way, asshole. But I know deep down inside you, you're feeling just as sad as I am.

Johnny Vegas: Keep telling yourself that.

Terra Skye: Fine, let's just get into tonight's show, how about that? That way you can get away from us.

Johnny Vegas: Fine by me.

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Koochy begins to play. 13 seconds in, the words "Android 69" appear on the screen. Once the robotic voice begins "singing", The Masked Machinist comes out, remote control in hand, fidgeting with it before turning it back towards the Gorilla position. Then, out comes none other than Android 69 doing the robot, which he invented, as well as pelvic thrusting towards the ladies of this fine city... but only if they consent... which they always do. MM keeps trying to get A69 back on track, until they've finally reached the ring. A69 begins dry-humping the corner turnbuckle until MM turns a dial on his remote, programming his robot for professional wrestling action!

Johnny Vegas: Why.. Why is this still a thing?

Terra Skye: Your guess is as good as mine... But here we are.

“The Look” by Roxette plays and the crowd jeers the hateful harlot as she emerges atop the ramp flanked by her manager Rex Norris. Emily makes a speedy trek down to the ring because she does not want to effing be here. During their transit to the ring she makes sure to have Rex rip up some of the fans’ signs that she finds offensive. Once they get inside the ring she moves to her corner where she paces nervously while getting an encouraging pep talk from Rex, that is after Rex approached the Masked Machinist and tried to preposition the man once more, to which the Masked Machinist abruptly moved away, shaking his head.

Terra Skye: This is Emily Gabbard's second match, let's see how she does against.. Well, you know.



The bell rings and Emily circles the larger robot, looking nervously over to the referee and back to Rex. Android 69 goes to tie her up but she scrambles under his arm and scurries towards the outside.

Johnny Vegas: She doesn't want anything to do with that thing.

Terra Skye: Can't say I really blame her, but I don't really think she wants anything to do with wrestling, period. Considering this is the same thing she did last show against Johnny Love.

As the android unit ducks under the rope, Emily moves to create separation between the two by circling the ring before sliding back in. The Android follows suit and then looks to be revving up before rushing in.

Terra Skye: This match isn't going to go anywhere if she keeps ducking out of the ring everytime Android 69 gets near her.

Johnny Vegas: Hell she might just wear the damn thing out that way. Might be the right strategy.

Terra Skye: You honestly think an android built for... Okay, yeah. Nevermind.

As Android 69 ducks out again, Emily makes her move and runs forward with a running slap. She shakes her hand in pain as the unit stands upright before shooting out a quick robot punch. The heiress ducks in instinct and stands up again before sending a series of open handed slaps and palm strikes at the Android. It is able to dodge most, but the frantic attack pushes the android back against the ring where it runs out of room allowing Emily to land a stiff back fist followed by a diving forearm into the side of apron.

Boy: SEVENTY CROSSWORD PUZZLES!

Johnny Vegas: I think she's confusing the damn thing.

Emily makes her way back into the ring to avoid the count as 69 recovers and pulls itself under the rope. Emily uses the opportunity the attempt a running drop kick, but her inexperience causes her to jump early landing on her back just under the machine.

Terra Skye: Oh shit.

Johnny Vegas: Oh God.. It's winding up! RUN!

Sure enough, the robots hips appear to be winding up as Emily frantically scrambles backwards away from the robot which follows her by crawling on top as the Machinist can be heard yelling from ringside to focus on the match.

Terra Skye: God, this is so weird.

Emily is able to escape by sliding outside the ring with the help of Rex but Android 69 is just a step behind her as she runs around to ring, ducking behind the Machinist who frantically waves to distract the Android. As the Machinist instructs Android 69 to focus on the match, Emily is able to scramble away towards the announcers booth.

Johnny Vegas: JUST RUN! For fucks sake!

Terra Skye: Wait, what's this?

Boy: GRAVY!

Emily has picked up the ring bell and as the referee tries to get the Machinist to get out of the way, she is able to hit Android 69 clean, dropping it down to a knee. Emily discards the bell and slides back in the ring.

Terra Skye: Well that certainly wasn't legal.

Johnny Vegas: You didn't see anything.

Emily takes her stance in the ring as Android 69 is able to pull itself back into the ring and Emily, now with growing confidence moves in to get Android 69 before it rises. Surprisingly, the Android pops to it's feet and Robot kicks the daylights out of her before hitting her with an overhand Robot chop. He tosses her to the center of the ring and quickly follows up, pulling the young heiress to her feet, throwing her once again, this time into the corner.

The stunned Emily can only sit while Android 69 backs up to the opposite corner. It looks to be winding up again.

Johnny Vegas: Oh God... Don't do the launching thing...

Sure enough, Android 69 rushes across the ring and dives high up, his crotch leading the way towards Emily's face.

Terra Skye: Oh thank God, she got out of the way!

Android 69 lands crotch first into the bottom turnbuckle as Emily scrambles to her feet. The inexperience shows as she hesitates to capitalize, which allows Android a moment to pull itself from the ropes.

Terra Skye: Jesus!

In desperation, Emily runs full force at the Android with fists flailing. The ones that connect ding off it's head and force it backwards once more into the corner. Feeling some amount of success, Emily keeps swinging until the referee pulls her back.

Terra Skye: Well at least she's making some progress.

Johnny Vegas: RIP THAT ROBOT FUCK APART!

Android 69 pushes itself off the corner, connecting with a stiff robot uppercut only for Rex Norris to hop onto the apron. The Android and ref turn as Emily pulls herself to a knee and sees her shot. With a leap, she dives forward, her forarm shooting into the androids groin before she pulls him back into a roll up.


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Terra Skye: Android 69 kicked out!

The Machinist takes his turn to get on the apron, pointing to Rex as Emily kicks Android 69 in the groin before cockily kicking his face and back. He seems to want more, spreading his legs and beckoning her in and she obliges. She stomps on his groin desperately but the android starts thrusting up into her boot.

She takes a step back and the excited machine pulls its way up.

Johnny Vegas: First off.. Disgusting... And second off... JUST FINISH HIM OFF! Oh wait, that sounded worse...SHIT!

Terra Skye: Wow.

The larger Android 69 begins to stalk toward her hungrily and once again the Machinist is up on the apron, yelling for Android 69 to attack.

The referee goes to remove him and Rex slides a chair into Emily. She picks it up and with a running start meets the robots head with a loud clang of steel on steel and it drops to the ground stunned. She gets rid of the evidence just as the referee turns around and looks back to the Android, rising once again. On instinct she runs up for a punt and just demolishes his face with it.

Emily drops down for the pin and is able to get her foot on the rope.


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Kelly Carmichael: Your winner.. EMILY GABBARD!!!

Terra Skye: I bet Emily is relieved to be done with this match. And she won!

Johnny Vegas: Two down, twenty three to go!

Boy: TWENTTY THREE SAUSAGES ENCASED IN GELATIN

Terra Skye: On that... disgusting note.. Let's head into a short break! We'll be back with a match that I'm sure everyone is looking forward to seeing!

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Terra Skye: And we're back! Up next, like I said is a match I'm sure many of the Carnage Legion have wanted to see for a long time!

Johnny Vegas: Speak for yourself...

Terra Skye: Oh get over yourself you grumpy fuck. Anyway, Silvio Leon and Kyra Johnson are getting ready to go one on one for the first time and it's going to be one hell of a match!

Boy: BROOM HANDLE!



As the match begins, Kyra approaches Silvio in the center of the ring, offering a hand for him to shake. Giving an exaggerated, ‘Who, me? Aw, shucks!’ he grins and reaches out to shake her hand. Once they part, however, they immediately begin circling one another; each sizing the other opponent up and waiting for an opening. In unison, they step in and lock up, both vying for dominance and getting a feel for the other’s strength. Making use of a rare height and weight advantage, Silvio twists his way out and, moving in a circle to shift the momentum in his favor, sends Kyra into the ropes. As she bounces off of them back in his direction, Silvio hits her with a kitchen sink, sending the former UV champ ass over teakettle into the mat!

Johnny Vegas: HAH!

Terra Skye: Oh shut up, the match just started.

Undeterred, Kyra kips up, spinning around and hitting Silvio with an uppercut, one move flowing seamlessly into the next. She follows with a series of rapid strikes, still taking advantage of that sweet centrifugal motion and bleeding velocity as if to say, ‘Two can play at ring physics. Let’s see you deal with this, kid.’ Staggered, Silvio’s surprise leaves him open to a follow-up super kick after Kyra gets a running start. Her opponent dropped to the canvas, she goes for a pin!


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And a kick-out from Silvio!

Terra Skye: See? Kyra's showing her veteran status, and giving Silvio a taste of what she can do first hand. They're both impressive athletes, but in the arena of experience, Kyra's got Silvio hands down.

Johnny Vegas: And in the arena of--

Boy: SOFT FAT MAN!

Terra Skye: If you were telling him to shut up, good job Boy.

His bell thoroughly rung, Leon gets to his feet, blinking dazedly. Kyra doesn’t waste an instant, intent on keeping Silvio grounded. He makes a hazy strike at her, only to have her duck, hook one of her arms over his shoulders, swinging herself around his body, and slamming his head into the mat with a float-over DDT. Waiting as Leon gets to his feet again, trying and failing to get his bearings, Kyra backs up enough to give herself the room for a hurricanrana. As it’s about to connect, however, the Oracle drops to one knee and out of the way in an uncanny motion that seems equal parts accidental and purposeful.

Terra Skye: That was a great move by Silvio to get out of that hurricanrana!

As Kyra collides with the mat, Silvio gets to his feet, turning in a slow circle to stare at her, eyes gleaming with all the vicious intent of a spider about to pick the wings off a fly. The jovial demeanor displayed earlier in the match seems to be replaced by something with shades of almost playful ruthlessness. He waits for her to get up, then immediately hits her with a spinning heel kick that sends her right back down again. Rising just enough to get some clearance, Kyra sweeps Silvio’s legs out from under him. As he hits the mat, she pops up and takes a step back, gaining momentum for the Blackout. At the last moment, too late to make any adjustments, the Oracle twists around and catches hold of Kyra’s lower leg, fast as a striking viper. Continuing to twist, he causes her to follow his motion in an awkward, airborne angle, Kyra landing in a tangle of limbs as Silvio climbs to his feet. He stalks around her, that wild glint still dancing in his dark eyes as he seizes one of Kyra’s legs and, with a few deft motions, puts her in a figure-four leglock. He grimaces with effort as he applies pressure from his crossed legs into hers, Kyra giving a snarl of pain.

Terra Skye: I'm not sure what's going on with Silvio, but he's got that figure-four locked in tight!

Johnny Vegas: GIVE UP YOU BITCH!

Not one to tap out, Kyra endures the agony, fingernails digging into the canvas beneath her until Silvio finally releases the submission. Rising to a kneel, he catches hold of her chin. Leon seems utterly uninterested in going for a pin, but the look on his face isn’t sadism so much as fascination. The Oracle studies the Jawdropper’s visage as if it were a perplexing card trick he was trying to figure out the mechanics of. Before either can do anything more, however, a shadow falls over the ring. Releasing his hold on his opponent, Silvio whips around, on his feet in an instant as he stares in confusion at his tag partner, the Lab Rat King, looming over him.

Silvio Leon: What are you doing?

Johnny Vegas: What the shit?!

LRK speaks in an abrasive, abraded tone; rock salt rubbed into an open wound.

Lab Rat King: Keeping my promise.

Not giving him a chance to respond, LRK seizes hold of Silvio roughly, taking him back down to the canvas and locking in the Tranquilizer!

Terra Skye: What the--?!

Lab Rat King: You are not a monster!

Kyra, rising from the mat wincing, takes in the scene. The Oracle’s struggles, though valiant at first, become increasingly sluggish, his eyes rolling back into his head before he slumps beneath King’s grip. As he does, LRK’s eyes lock with Kyra’s, and his body language shifts. Muscles twitching, eyes blazing with freshly ignited madness, his protective personality takes the wheel following Silvio’s loss of consciousness.

A grim little laugh, ragged at the edges with bloodlust, rolls out of him, still holding Kyra's gaze.

Lab Rat King: NOT. LIKE. US!



Kelly Carmichael: This match is a No contest!!!

Terra Skye: Well I didn't expect that...

Johnny Vegas: Me either! Damnit! He was gonna take her out!

Terra Skye: Kyra's just as confused as we are, Johnny... As I'm sure Silvio might be when he wakes up.

Boy: BLOWS

Terra Skye: Well, that didn't end the way we expected it but I'm guessing Kane King has his reasons for doing what he did... And perhaps we might find out. Either way, let's go into a break while Kyra and Silvio get to the back. We'll be back soon!

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Terra Skye: And now we're going to see Sebastian Hawke and the Avenger tie up.

Johnny Vegas: If it ain't for the belt, I don't care.

Terra Skye: No it isn't a title match, but it still holds the promise of being a great match nonetheless.

Johnny Vegas: Oh, like the last one? Pfft.

The bell rings.



Sebastian and Avenger circle and Avenger lifts a hand which Sebastian accepts and the two lock up in the beginning of this contest. Avenger pulls Sebastian forward and locks in the headlock.

Terra Skye: Avenger using his size advantage to get the early advantage here.

Sebastian punches at Avenger's side to loosen his grip before throwing him at the ropes. Sebastian leapfrogs Avenger and used the momentum to leap at the ropes rebounding back into impressive back elbow which Avenger is able to block with his forearms. Before Sebastian can get back up, he takes a knee right to the jaw which sets Avenger up for a standing moonsault.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah!

Terra Skye: I'd venture to say that these two are pretty evenly matched, but Avenger hit that beautiful moonsault dead on!

Avenger pulls Sebastian up to his feet, his hand going to his neck.

Terra Skye: And it looks like he's trying for the chokeslam, trying to end this early!

Avenger lifts Hawke into the air who is able to wiggle around and lock his legs around Avengers neck, tossing his own body backwards in an amazing display of athleticism.

Terra Skye: Hurracanrana!! What a counter by Sebastian Hawke!

Johnny Vegas: Oh come on, it's the Avenger...

Terra Skye: The Baltimore City Champion, need I remind you.

Avenger gets to his feet and ducks a running clothesline, wrapping his arms around Sebastian attempting to back suplex Sebastian ; Sebastian lands back on his feet and runs Avenger chest first into the top turnbuckle. He wraps his arms around Avengers waist and rolls back with a bridge.


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Terra Skye: And Avenger kicks out at two!

Boy: DREAMEATERS!

Avenger and Sebastian meet on their feet and Avenger tries to get the surprise with a quick Superhero kick, but Sebastian ducks it and runs to the opposite rope. Avenger quickly changes plans, running to the other rope, rebounding off and taking flight with a stiff forearm that connects.

Johnny Vegas: Well that'll take the wind out of your... WINGS! BADUM-TSS!!

Terra Skye: Ugh.

Avenger gets on top and pulls him quickly to his feet. Sebastian once again escapes the back suplex attempt, turning to deliver a running knee to the midsection. An Irish whip to the rope and Sebastian ducks the clothesline and ricochets off the ropes for a tilt-a-whirl arm drag to put Avenger on the ropes. Sebastian then dropkicks Avenger through the ropes and then looks for a suicide dive only to vault over the top rope knee first in a suicide meteora that leaves both men in a pile outside of the ring.

Johnny Vegas: Well I'll be damned.. That scrappy little fuck came to fight!

Terra Skye: No shit.

Sebastian is up by the five count and helps roll Avenger into the ring. He pulls himself onto the apron as Avenger struggles to his feet. Avenger just barely makes it up before the body of Hawke comes bouncing off the rope into a Springboard DDT. Avenger rolls through to his knees, clearly stunned and Sebastian is up and moving break neck speed towards him.

Terra Skye: Hawkes Landing!

Keeping up the momentum, he moves to the corner, pulling himself onto the top rope.

Terra Skye: Looks like he's going for the dive bomb!

Johnny Vegas: Hit it so we can move on GOD DAMNIT!

Wasting no time, Sebastian takes flight only to meet a rough ending on the knees of the Avenger. Sebastian clutches his abdomen after, trying to push through the pain but he is winded and Avenger takes advantage and goes for the pin.


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Boy: GRATED PARMESAN!

Avenger is measuring Sebastian for a running dropkick but it doesn't go to planned; Sebastian pops up and catches the legs and somersaults over him midair into a pinfall. Avenger manages to break out by bridging up, spins the pair into a gutwrench and connects several knees to the mid-section before transitioning for a short-arm lariat. It's missed and Sebastian slips behind Avenger for a backstabber to Avenger. Sebastian sees his chance and moves to the top rope, but he’s moving too slowly.

Johnny Vegas: He's gotta move faster than that if he wants to--

Avenger is able to get back up and moves to catch Sebastian, but Sebastian neatly jumps over Avenger. Avenger turns to face his opponent only to be hit with a spinning hook kick.

Terra Skye: Damn!

Sebastian goes to follow with a superkick and connects hard, the champion rattled as he drops to his knees.

Terra Skye: Lightning Stikes Twice!!

Johnny Vegas: Looks like the little shit isn't done.

Sebastian, seeing the end is near looks down at his opponent before whipping his foot hard across his face, flooring the champion.

Terra Skye: Talons of the Hawke!!

Sebastian drops down to cover the masked hero.


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Kelly Carmichael: Your winner... SEBASTIAN HAWKE!!

Terra Skye: Big win here tonight for Sebastian Hawke!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, yeah. Good work, Kid.

Boy: COLORFUL MIST!

Terra Skye: Well later on tonight we'll find out who Avenger is going to defending his Baltimore City Championship against at our Final show, Underground: Totality but tonight was a great effort from the Champion. He gave Sebastian all he had, Sebastian just had a fire lit under him tonight! We'll be back in a few for that number one contendership match!

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Johnny Vegas: What is this the night of watching people I don't wanna watch?

Terra Skye: Yes. They're all out to get you.

Johnny Vegas: I figured.

Terra Skye: Anyway, it looks like Trent and Casanova are out here and ready to find out who's gonna be facing Avenger at Underground in two weeks!



The two wrestlers stare down each other. "The Modern Messiah" looks over "The Son of a Bitch" and starts talking trash. Casanova starts off by punching Steel and dodging Steel grabbing him back. Casanova laughs at Trent for a moment and, using his youth and speed, comes in and decks Steel again. Steel shakes it off and looks at Casanova who taunts him. Steel nods and adjusts his jaw. Casanova swings and Steel ducks it. Steel comes up under the shot and headbutts Casanova right in the nose sending the younger superstar down to the mat. Casanova rolls out of the ring grabbing his nose and glares at Steel who flips off "The Modern Messiah" and then hits the opposing ropes. Suicide Dive by Steel to the outside. Steel grabs Casanova and tosses him back into the ring. Steel slides in and leaps onto the second rope. Flipping back elbow right to the sternum followed by Steel getting back up and waiting. Casanova starts to get up and gets punt kicked in the ribs for his trouble. Pickup by Steel. He's going for "The Eradication", but Casanova slides out of the running crucifix powerbomb into the turnbuckle and as Steel turns Casanova takes him down with a spinning heel kick followed by a knee's to the abdomen!

Terra Skye: Trent means business here tonight!

Johnny Vegas: Pfft. Looks like he got a gut full of knees right there.

Boy: VERY HARD NICKELS!

Casanova wastes no time, having learned that taunting Trent Steel is not the best strategy, he picks up Steel and slams him down with a DDT in the center of the ring. Grabbing onto Steel's left arm, Cass applies a crossface trying to weaken Steel's known injuries with his shoulders. Casanova seems to be going to try to pop them out of place, but Steel, being a tactician in his own right, slides his body around via his stomach and gets his foot on the ropes. Silent Cal breaks up the hold, but not before Casanova takes a stomp onto Steel's shoulder to aggravate the area more. Casanova grabs Steel and tosses him into the ropes. Steel bounces off and almost gets his head taken off by the dropkick given to him, special delivery, by Casanova right in the mush. Casanova runs to the ropes and bounces off of each side before Steel can get up and leaps onto Steel's shoulders. Hurricanrana! As Steel is on the mat Casanova starts dropping elbows over and over and over and over again onto the face of Trent Steel to soften him up more. Casanova drags Steel to the corner and heads up top. Diving headbu...NO! Steel kips up and avoids the headbutt. Steel drops a rolling knee to the spine of Casanova!!

Terra Skye: And it looks like Steel returned the favor!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, after getting the shit kicked out of him.

Terra Skye: I know deep down you like Trent, so you can stop this bullshit Johnny. We all remember the moment you two had.

Johnny Vegas: WHAT?! NO. No moment.

Steel grabs Casanova by the right ankle and sets the ankle onto the second turnbuckle pad of the nearest turnbuckle. Steel leaps to the top rope and backflips off...coming down with a DOUBLESTOMP ON THE ANKLE! Casanova howls in pain and starts crawling towards the center of the ring as Steel grabs him from behind and lifts him up. Toss into the ropes. Casanova's leg gives out from the pain just inflicted and he falls to the mat. Trent responds by doing his own diving headbutt right to Casanova's face! He picks up Casanova and puts him in a fireman's carry. He climbs up the turnbuckle post, but doesn't go for his top rope DVD finisher known as "The Pittsburgh Nightmare", no Steel has something more sinister in mind. He holds up Casanova in the cross like position of the crucifix powerbomb known as "The Eradication" and Steel looks to be aiming to slam Casanova right onto the steel steps below neck first! Time slows down almost as Casanova falls, but he wraps his legs around Steel's neck at the last minute and grabs the turnbuckle post...Hurricanrana!! Casanova brings Steel's head down like a piledriver, landing the forehead right on the edge of the steps! 'The Legion' gasp at the move as silence fills the crowd as both men tumble to the outside...

Terra Skye: Holy fucking SHIT!

Johnny Vegas: Okay that was pretty fucking cool.

Terra Skye: That was INSANE... How are these two even going to get--Oh wait!

Casanova gets back into the ring to break the count first as Steel lies on the ground faceup. Blood pouring from over his left eye like a faucet. Steel tries to get up, but stumbles. His left eye trying to blink out the bloody fluid from it. Casanova gets outside and grabs Steel. "English Lesson" face first into the steel steps! He grabs Steel again and sets him up for "Existential Existence" headfirst onto the steps again. He picks up Steel and places him onto the top of the turnbuckle post. Trent's legs trapped between the top and middle ropes. Trent lands into a tree of woe position with his arms outstretched like an inverted cross. Casanova gets into the ring and runs over baseball sliding into Steel's face! Steel lands with a thud. Casanova grabs Steel and slaps him into "Silence of The Lamb" in the center of the ring! Steel isn't responding. Silent Cal holds up Steel's arm...it falls...


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Kelly Carmicheal: Here is your winner by knock out...and the number one contender for The Baltimore City Championship!!..."The Modern Messiah" Casanova English!!!

Terra Skye: Jesus Christ. It took knocking Trent out to beat him, but damn. Looks like Avenger is going up against Casanova English for his Baltimore City Championship!

Johnny Vegas: I guess Trent did a good job here tonight. Dudes got balls, I'll give him that.

Terra Skye: HOLY SHIT REALLY? Did you just say that?!

Johnny Vegas: I'm gonna take it back if you don't shut your WHORE MOUTH!

As Casanova celebrates we see Silent Cal checking on Trent. Trent after a few moments starts to come around. Cal motions for the EMT's, but Trent refuses attention till he gets to the back. Casanova scoffs at him as Trent Steel exits the ring. Basking in his victory "The Modern Messiah" knows he's going to be going for The Baltimore Title and has vanquished one of the top wrestlers in Carnage history to do it!

Terra Skye: Well that was a great match, and now after this next break, we'll be seeing Ken Davison and Lab Rat King in action!

Johnny Vegas: Oh GOODY.

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We find Ken Davison backstage by himself, a very unusual thing these days. He's not in his gear, but a pair of black denim jeans.

Ken Davison: Lab Rat King... Kane... when I first challenged you after Ultimate Carnage, I told you that I would give you any match you wanted. So, I pulled some strings, and I got the match that you wanted... a Rat's Cage match. You need to understand one thing, though. I'm not coming for a match. I haven't forgotten that you "LIKED WHAT YOU DID TO MY PRETTY LADY!" I am coming for a fight.

Ken walks off, having made his point.

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Terra Skye: Well Ken doesn't have to wait long for this fight... We know he didn't take too kindly to Kings words about what he did to Kyra on the night he took the Ultraviolent Title away from her... But I don't know if Ken knows what he's getting into.

Johnny Vegas: Oh I'm SURE he doesn't.

Terra Skye: But after what happened during Kyra's match earlier this evening... Does that change things? I'd assume not...

Boy: REQUESTING A CHANGE OF ADDRESS!

Terra Skye: Well I guess we don't have to wonder any longer, since both men are out here and seemingly ready to go.



Kane King stands in the middle of the ring, looking around him with a look of glee written across his face. Ken Davison is still on the outside of the rusted structure, probably wondering if he’s up to date on his tetanus shot. Ken begins to climb up and the ringside officials grab him before he can start climbing. King walks over to see what is going on and Ken swings the cage door at him, hitting him in the head and dropping the much bigger King to one knee. Ken takes a few steps back before rushing King and bringing a running knee to the side of King’s head so hard that you would think that he was trying to drive it through King’s temple. Davison walks away from the cage, walking around the outside of it.

Johnny Vegas: The fucker is too damn scared to even get into the cage! Hah!

Terra Skye: I don't think that's the case. Not in the slightest. Ken Davison has been a lot of things, but he's never backed down from anyone.. Especially not when it comes to his girlfriend.

Ken finally gets over to the announce table where he grabs a steel folding chair from the timekeeper’s area. Ken throws the chair on top of the cage and begins climbing.

Johnny Vegas: Think about what you're doing this for! THAT SKANK!

Ken stops in his tracks and turns around, pointing a threatening finger at Johnny Vegas. He doesn’t get to say much as King comes from the other side and hits a big boot to the side of the cage, knocking Ken off the side and through the table. Davison’s body falls through the table, collapsing it as Ken hits with so much force it barely breaks his fall. As the camera crew backs away, you can see the top of the fencing that King kicked was kicked with such force that some of the rusty fence links have broken and the corner is hanging towards the outside of the ring. Ken reaches up to the ringside barricade and pulls himself up, fueled by pure anger. Kane walks in front of the camera, stalking over to where Ken is trying to regain his footing. He grabs Ken by the scruff of the neck and throws him into the side of the cage, dropping him to the concrete floor. King reaches down and grabs what used to be part of the table and slams it down on Ken’s spine, causing Ken to fall into the barricade in front of him. Ken pulls himself away from King, taking advantage of the fact that King’s larger frame makes it harder for him to navigate between the barricade and the cage.

Terra Skye: Jesus, this took a bad turn real quick, didn't it?

Johnny Vegas: This is the most fun I've had all night! HAH!!

Boy: DIE TWEEVER!

The two men finally get to the bottom of the entrance ramp and Ken falls to his hands and knees, just out of the reach of King. King reaches down, like a predator stalking its prey, and grabs Ken and again throws him into the side of the cage, this time into the metal pole of the door frame. Ken tries to crawl away, but King stomps Ken in the head before returning the favor from earlier and closing the door on Ken’s head. Ken instinctively tries to crawl away and King just watches him struggle. As both men enter the inside of the cage, the referee follows them in and locks the door behind them. The camera turns suddenly, as we see Ken in the ring and the ringsteps landing about a foot from him. Ken rolls over to the corner and starts pulling himself up with the ring ropes. It’s all for naught, as King takes the ringsteps and brings Ken back down with them. Ken tries to get away rolling to the area between the ring ropes and the side of the cage. King just watches, like a cat toying with a mouse. Ken stands up and King slingshots over the top rope and hits a very out of character crossbody block to the outside. King looks down watching the former World Champion struggle.

Terra Skye: This isn't good. Not good at all.

Kane slides back into the ring and grabs the ring steps. He turns and throws them over the top rope. Then land with a thud and King’s face tells the story. Not only did he miss his target, there was no target to miss. Ken slides into the ring behind King carrying a steel chair and a small bag. Ken waffles King, giving him his first legitimate offense of the match. As King falls to his hands and knees, Ken hits him across the spine with the chair, failing to drop him. And King crawls around, Ken drops the chair, opting to pick up the bag behind him. He starts to empty the bag of thumbtacks on the corner, which gives King the opportunity to club him across the back with a forearm, sending him face first into the tacks. Ken’s adrenaline is pumping, allowing him to get right back up. King grabs him around the throat for a chokeslam, but Ken responds by reaching up and applying an Iron Claw. Before he can apply the stomach claw and complete the Hands of God, King kicks him in the stomach. Ken releases the claw and hits the ropes, coming back with a forearm shiver that staggers King. Ken bounces off the ropes and delivers a second forearm, with much the same result. Frustrated, Ken punts King in the nether regions, doubling him over. Ken quickly delivers a piledriver and quickly goes for a cover.


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Johnny Vegas: YOU'RE IN TROUBLE NOW YOU FUCK!

Terra Skye: It looks like King wants to punish Ken... Ken's gotta get some distance and recover if he's got any hope of not leaving here on a stretcher.

Ken rolls off of the tacks, reaching to his back to try and assess the damage. He gets to one knee as he shakes his head trying to get his bearings. Ken whips his head around as the sound of the ring steps being put in the ring creates a sonar-like effect on his brain. Across the ring, King is facing the corner, bent over as he picks up the ring steps. Ken sees an opening and sprints across the ring and dropkicks the steps into King's chest, forcing him into the corner. Ken turns around to build up speed and comes back, throwing himself in the air and hitting the steps with a hip attack with such force that both he and King fall to their knees. The two men are on their hands and knees when suddenly, King begins coughing up large amounts of blood.

Terra Skye: Oh no...

Johnny Vegas: Not again!

Ken Davison: I quit. It’s over. I don’t want this.

The referee signals for the medical team as the blood starts to congeal and clot.



The cameras cut away and focus on Ken’s concerned expression.

Kelly Carmichael: And the winner of the match by… um.... Submission?

Kelly looks around for confirmation but is too focused on King to respond.

Kelly Carmichael: The UltraViolent Champion, The Lab Rat King, Kane King.

The cameras turn back to King, who has somehow gotten back up to one knee, but is still clutching his chest. The medical team is placed conveniently so that the blood cannot be seen on the mat.

Zane King: COME. BACK. WE’RE. NOT. FINISHED.

Ken is still on all fours, just outside of the King’s reach.

Ken Davison: No, we’re not. But like Silvio, I am not a monster.

Ken rolls out of the ring, wincing in pain and picking out thumbtacks from his side as he makes his way to the back.

Terra Skye: Wow...

Johnny Vegas: Well I'll be damned.

Terra Skye: I can't believe Ken just gave up, just like that. I'm stunned, and so is the Legion seemingly.

Boy: GRAVY!

Terra Skye: I hope Kane King is okay, and Ken Davison... Wow. That took something that I didn't think he had in him... Wow. Let's head into a break while the medical staff take care of King. We'll be back soon for the main event here tonight!

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Terra Skye: And here we are, the final match of the final chaos! Ragdoll, our new Chaos Champion defending her belt against none other than The German Monster, Lord Raab!

Johnny Vegas: Murder Monster.

Terra Skye: So you say. Looks like they're ready to go!

Ragdoll looks up at the much taller Lord Raab, and Raab takes in the particular flavor of insanity around him. The Masked Debators, although not usually a threat by themselves, are adding to the confusion from Ragdoll as they circle around the ring. White Rey is keeping a stern eye on them as he holds up the Chaos Championship and the match officially starts.



Ragdoll rushes Raab and quickly goes for a shotgun dropkick to the chest and Lord Raab barely moves. He reaches down and grabs Ragdoll by the throat and well...tosses her like her namesake into the turnbuckle post area. She falls flat onto her face as Lord Raab stands for a moment and then the weirdness occurs. Getting up like some deranged marionette Ragdoll starts to stand, but considering the monster she is facing this doesn't phase Raab who simply launches forward with a big boot to the face of Ragdoll! He picks up the smaller clown lady and lifts her up into a bearhug trying to squeeze the life out of Ragdoll while her The Masked Debators slam their hands on the ring around her trying to hype her up. Raab takes this as a poor attempt at mind games and continues to wrench Ragdoll in the hold until he hears her through gasping breath laughing! Raab converts the bearhug into a overhead belly to belly suplex right into the opposing turnbuckle post and then gets back up. Ragdoll tries to do her situp again, but Raab is to quick to grab her by the throat and chokeslam her into the center of the ring. He picks up Ragdoll and gets behind her. GERMAN SUPLEX WITH A BRIDGE!


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Terra Skye: As strong and as big as Raab is.. I don't think Ragdoll is going to go down without a lot more of a beating.

Johnny Vegas: Crazy bitches be crazy. That's all I can really say.

Boy: BARBIES ARE DOLLS!

Raab rises and just as he does Johnny Love distracts White Rey for a moment and Raab starts yelling at Love. Macho Libre and Violent Mist get into the ring and get behind Raab. They kick him in the back of the knees! They grab Raab to lift him for a back suplex, but he keeps his arms locked and ends up hitting the two with double neckbreakers! White Rey is still arguing with Johnny Love as Raab picks up Mist and tosses him on top of Garbage Fence. He grabs Macho and tosses him over the ropes to the outside again as Ragdoll heads up top. She leaps off hitting a top rope "Button Buster" sending Raab down to the mat. She quickly grabs Raab's arm and heads up top again. "Jack in the Box Driver"!!! Ragdoll quickly gets behind the downed Raab and drags him to the turnbuckle post. She sets him up for "The Killing Joke" into the bottom turnbuckle pad! Ragdoll calls for the end of this match by signaling for her finishing move "Punchline"! Raab starts to get up and shake his head for a moment. He pulls himself up to his feet and steps forward. Kick to the gut or Raab, but as Ragdoll turns her back to hit her Ace Crusher style finish Raab shoves her forward into the ropes...Raab catches Ragdoll in a spinebuster! Both go down!

Terra Skye: Holy shit!

Johnny Vegas: I'm still amazed that she got the Masked Debaters to follow her around... Let alone help her.

Terra Skye: Both competitors are down and you're worried about the Masked Debaters?!



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Ragdoll gets up with her slow, methodical, and creepy marionette movement and she turns to Raab...Raab sits up! SHOTGUN DROPKICK TO THE FACE BY RAGDOLL!! She heads up top and hits a Senton Bomb on Raab! She drops a knee to this face and continues the assault. Raab reaches up and grabs her by the throat. Kick to the face of Raab. Run to the ropes. Crossbody...Caught! TOSSED OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE!! Ragdoll lands right in front of the announce table!

Johnny Vegas: OH JESUS!

Terra Skye: I gotta give it to our champ, she's giving Raab all he can handle.. But once again, his strength advantage wins out.

Lord Raab heads to the outside as Ragdoll tries to stand up again. Raab picks her back up and does a release german suplex sending her back into the ring...but she turns at the last second and takes out White Rey! He's down! Melee!! Hans Ondik, Violent Mist, Macho Libre, Johnny Love, Garbage Fence, and Jason Lmoa all start attacking Raab! They start taking turns hitting him with a variety of wrestling moves, well some of them...it is the Debators after all. After a few moments of wailing on Raab they pick him up and group piledrive him into the outside matted area! They quickly slide Lord Raab into the ring and lift him up. Toss into the ropes...Suicide Dive from Raab takes out the whole group inside the ring! He gets up and turns. PUNCHLINE! White Rey is back up as The Masked Debators all hide outside of the ring.


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Kelly Carmichael: Your winner and STILL Chaos Champion... RAGDOLL!!

Terra Skye: Well to be fair, she did have a lot of help. But she's still the champion I guess.. and who knows what Underground holds for her.. Because we know that Catalina Cortes might have something to say about that.

Johnny Vegas: I hope the world champ fucks her world up! Dolls are fucking creepy. You know that right?

Terra Skye: I think that's the point. But anyway, Lord Raab showed here tonight why he's such a force to be reckoned with.. The numbers game caught up to him though.

Boy: DYLANS FOREST!

Terra Skye: But that's all we have for you tonight! We hope you enjoyed tonight's show and we'll be seeing you here at the Carnage Arena for Underground: Totality in two weeks!

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