Underground: Totality Results

Terra Skye: Good evening, Carnage Legion and welcome to Underground: Totality!

Johnny Vegas: Speaking of, who the hell thought of THAT name?! Way to turn this last show into a funeral of sorts.

Boy: Mothers GRAVE!

Terra Skye: Well, whoever did pick it, I'm sure they wanted everyone to have that feeling of finality that we're all feeling here tonight.

Johnny Vegas: Then why not just call it, 'Underground: You know, where Carnage wrestling is going to be after tonight'.

Terra Skye: I feel like that would have taken up a lot of room in the advertising. But anyway, yes, in case you haven't heard - Tonight is the final show for Carnage Wrestling and to commemorate this occasion, we've got six amazing matches for you all tonight!

Boy: DYLANS FREEZE!

Johnny Vegas: You act like this shit is some celebration. We're all unemployed after tonight!

Terra Skye: It is a celebration of sorts, of everything that Carnage is and was. There's nothing wrong with looking at the positives instead of, you know, being you.

Johnny Vegas: I resent that!

Terra Skye: You also resemble it.

Johnny Vegas: Bitch!

Boy: FRANKFURTER!

Terra Skye: Well guess what? After this show, you'll never have to see this bitch again!

Johnny Vegas: Thank GOD. What're you going to do? Go marry that bitch boy Harry Hampton and live 'happily ever after'?

Terra Skye: That's the plan. Might find work elsewhere, who knows.

Johnny Vegas: God, I hope you two don't have kids.. Looking at the two of you, those kids would be butt ass ug--

Terra Skye: Johnny... Shut the fuck up.

Johnny Vegas: Listen here you shriveled up, stupid fucking cu--

“Mz Hyde” hits the loudspeakers and the crowd goes bananas as Kyra Johnson steps out onto the stage, a notepad in her hand and a microphone in the other.

Johnny Vegas: SON OF A BITCH!

She’s dressed in her ring-gear for her match later on this evening and she has a broad smile on her face, albeit with a tinge of sadness beneath the surface as she makes her way down to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans that have long awaited a time when they could be in full force here in the Carnage Arena as she goes.

As she gets into the ring, the music dies down, but the crowd doesn’t as they continue cheering for her, and Carnage Wrestling as a whole. Kyra stands and waits patiently, not wanting to quell the emotions of the faithful Carnage Legion - Not on this night.

Finally, once they’ve quieted down enough, she puts the mic up to her lips and begins.

Kyra Johnson: Hey, guys. Kinda bittersweet around here tonight, huh?

The crowd boos, but not maliciously and Kyra nods right along with them.

Kyra Johnson: I know, I know.. But all great things, right? It might be ending, and I have a lot of thoughts about it but that’s not what I’m out here to talk about. I’m out here right now, starting off this show because since I’m the only Carnage ‘Original’ left around these parts, I get the distinct honor of announcing the final class to be inducted into the Carnage Wrestling Hall of Legends.

And now the crowd cheers. Kyra chuckles softly.

Kyra Johnson: So, why don’t we get to it?”

As the crowd continues cheering, she glances down at the notepad in her hand and reads, eventually glancing back up at the crowd.

Kyra Johnson: First off, we’re gonna be talking about our first Carnage Wrestling World Champion. He won the big belt way back at Carnage Wrestling’s Ascension on July 26th, 2015, beating out Wolfgang and Nathan Cristion. That man is none other than Brian Stryker, a man I’ve had the pleasure of having known in my time here. Good man, talented fighter and well deserving of being the first Carnage World Champ in this second iteration of Carnage Wrestling.

The crowd continues cheering for one of Carnage’s original roster members as Kyra looks on, smiling and nodding her head.

Kyra Johnson: While he never went on to win any of Carnage’s other championships, he still left a mark on Carnage that’ll forever be remembered. Thank you, Brian and congratulations.

She claps her hands as well as a picture of Brian Stryker holding the Carnage World Championship high in the air at Ascension 2015 shows on the Carnage-Tron. As the picture fades out, she glances back down at her notes and continues.

Kyra Johnson: Next we have Carnage Wrestling’s first female World Champion, I’m sure you’ve all heard the name before… Charity Jones. She won the Carnage World title back in Carnage’s first run, and she won it from none other than Phoenix Matsuda, one of Carnage’s toughest and most cunning athletes. Charity Jones, a former member of ‘Bad Intentions’ and someone whom no one thought could rise up the ranks to challenge for Carnage’s biggest prize… Well, she surprised everyone and most of all, she burst through that glass ceiling and made Carnage Wrestling history. Congratulations, Charity - This has been a long, long time coming. Thank you for being the woman who made all of this possible for the rest of us.

A picture of Charity Jones after her title win against Phoenix Matsuda comes up on the screen as the crowd, and Kyra all clap for the newest inductee into Carnage’s Hall of Legends. Once more, Kyra looks down at her notes, sighing softly before looking back up at the crowd.

Kyra Johnson: Up next we have someone who I personally have quite the history with.

She chuckles.

Kyra Johnson: Hell, I used to have his last name. This man, for all his faults, was instrumental in helping Carnage get to the regard that it’s held in today. Without him, and his deep pockets - Who knows? Carnage may have closed long, long ago. You guessed it, I’m talking about the one, the only JD Mohr. But not only was John a principal investor in Carnage, he was also one hell of a fighter between these ropes. He has done a lot for Carnage, he even gave me the reigns to the madhouse and… Well, even though none of it ended up the way we’d hoped - I’ll forever be grateful to him for that gift to be able to have Carnage for my own, no matter how short that time seemed. Congratulations, Bullrush. You’ve worked a long time, and I’m glad you’re being recognized for your contributions to Carnage’s legacy.

A picture of JD ‘Bullrush’ Mohr comes up on the screen, the man clad in a business suit and seated behind a desk as the crowd cheers. Kyra looks back down at her notes and once again she sighs, but this time she glances back up at the crowd and closes her eyes for a moment before continuing.

Kyra Johnson: On that note, up next we have Carnage Wrestling’s longest reigning World Champion. Whether you love him, or hate him - The fact remains that Jack Michaels made Carnage history with seven… Seven World title defenses after he won the big prize from Trent Steel at Ultimate Carnage 4 on November 26th 2018. He held the belt for well over a year before he lost it to his daughter, Amber Ryan in one of the most brutal battles any of us have ever seen.

Kyra shakes her head.

Kyra Johnson: Jack also held the Ultraviolent title, and tag team gold in his time here - Just one title shy of being a grand-slam champion. But nothing takes away the accolades that he did accomplish here and for that, he’ll forever be immortalized in the Hall of Legends…

She nods her head as the crowd sees a picture of Jack Michaels holding the Carnage World title high above his head - Paragon standing with him in his moment of triumph. Kyra glances back at her notes.

Kyra Johnson: And in that very same vein, up next we have someone who’s very dear to my heart. The woman who dethroned Jack at Isolation on April 27th, 2020. One of the biggest, moodiest and most violent stars Carnage has ever had the privilege of having on their roster.. My best friend, Amber Ryan. Amber was the inaugural winner of the Monarchy of Anarchy tournament, beating out thirty two other hopefuls to become one of only two Queens of Anarchy. And from that win, she won the first of her two Carnage World Championships from Sabiru. Surprisingly enough, Amber never held Ultraviolent gold, but she did boast two tag team championships in her time here, once with her father and the other with Eli Goode. There’s no doubt this ‘<i>Painted Hurricane</i>’ deserves her place here, among the people who helped make Carnage what it is today as her presence left quite a few marks, some of which haven’t been healed yet.

Kyra smirks at her own joke.

Kyra Johnson: Congratulations, Amber. You’ve earned this and I couldn’t be happier for you.

She looks up at the tron as a picture of a bloody and beaten Amber Ryan as she held the Carnage title after her victory over Jack Michaels. The crowd cheers as Kyra claps along with them before looking back down at her notes.

Kyra Johnson: Speaking of Ultraviolence, it would be a shame to forget about one of the most violent individuals that Carnage has ever laid their eyes on. A man who I’ve had the pleasure, or displeasure - It depends on how you look at it, of sharing a locker room with… And nearly came to blows with, quite a few times. Gary Altus is a man who took Carnage by storm with his partner, John Ojeda as a member of the Shovel Headed Kill Machine. Altus kicked ass as one of Carnage Wrestling’s first Tag Team Champions - cutting down anyone who crossed his path. His warpath in the tag division would have continued had it not have been for the exit of his tag team partner - And while he spent much of his time in Carnage as a harbinger of Violence, he elected to vacate those tag titles in order to pursue bigger and better prizes. And he did. Gary won the Carnage World title at Underground: Legacy on May 28th 2017 from Sabiru. The name of that show is apt because Gary Altus has shown, much like Tweeder did before him… That Ultraviolence isn’t just a word, it’s Carnage Wrestling’s Legacy… And it’ll forever be remembered, as will he.

Kyra nods her head and grins.

Kyra Johnson: Here’s to you, Gary Altus. Congratulations.

A picture of Gary Altus, hoisting the Carnage world title after his battle with Sabiru comes onto the screen as the crowd cheers. Kyra smiles before letting her eyes fall down to her notes, nodding her head before she continues.

Kyra Johnson: And last, but certainly not least… We can’t talk about anything to do with Ultraviolence, or the Ultraviolent title without talking about the person who held that title for a historic reign, even by today's standards. One of the most beloved wrestlers to ever grace our presence, The Sandtown Kid, Lucas Silva held the Ultraviolent Championship for over a year, taking on all comers - And never once did he lose the sunny disposition that made him such an anomaly in a place like this. Some could even say, even without winning it, that Lucas truly was Baltimore’s Champion, always wearing a raven or an Orioles jersey to the ring. Lucas was tough, he had to be.. And I’m more than certain he made that championships namesake, Tweeder, proud. Tweeder might have been the original Ultraviolent Icon, but Lucas Silva reinvented that name and made Carnage Wrestling history right along with it. Lucas, you’re one of a kind and wherever you are, just know you’ve forever changed what Ultraviolence means to all of us. Congratulations.

With that, a picture of Lucas Silva holding the UV title alongside his favorite person, and partner Boy comes up on the tron as the crowd cheers their heads off. After the picture fades out, Kyra once again raises the mic to her lips.

Kyra Johnson: And there you have it folks… the 2021.. And final class of inductees to the Carnage Wrestling Hall of Legends. Thank you all for being a part of the Legion for all these years, it means the world to us… And to me. Enjoy the rest of your night!

“Mz Hyde” hits the speakers again, and Kyra takes her leave, heading backstage as the show prepares to continue.

Terra Skye: Well, there you have it folks! What a final class for the Carnage Wrestling Hall of Legends!

Johnny Vegas: Whoop-De-Doo. Only two names on that list--

Terra Skye: No! All of those names are worthy inductions. So shut your mouth and let's get on with the rest of the show!

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Terra Skye: And here we are, getting ready for our first match of the night! Unfortunately The Monstimals won't be facing Incubus and Succubus here tonight, due to unforseen circumstances so we will be starting off with the triple threat between Android 69, Emily Gabbard and Trent Steel!!

Johnny Vegas: The Sex Robot, the Chick who doesn't want to be here and Trent Steel. Jesus Christ. Starting off strong here tonight aren't we.

Terra Skye: You didn't have some ridiculous name for Trent? What the--

Boy: HORSE GRAVY!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, just shut up.

Terra Skye: You don't even know what he said.

Kelly Carmicheal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...It is your triple threat match...Introducing first...from Fucking, Austria! Escorted by the Masked Machinist...Android 69!

"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! Some stage hands bring down an item on a trolley with a tarp over it.

Terra Skye: Well...something more perverse than Johnny.

Johnny Vegas: Maybe he's got a bride for Frankenthrust under the tarp.

Boy: TIMEWARP!!! I DO AGAINNN!!!

Johnny facepalms as Boy starts to do the timewarp again...

Kelly Carmicheal: Introducing next...from San Francisco, California...She is Emily Gabbard!

“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. She is currently wearing a black robe to hide what outfit she's going to wear tonight as she said in her promo. 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.

Terra Skye: Emily says she doesn't want to be here, but still has her contract to keep her actually in the wrestling match. Do you think she's gonna go for a win here?

Johnny Vegas: I mean...if it was just Android 69 out here...she's had a chance.

Terra Skye: But?

Johnny Vegas: I'm gonna say something I never thought I'd say but, Trent Steel is gonna beat the ever loving hell out of this girl just on principle...and I'm okay with it!

Boy: WOOO!!!

Kelly Carmicheal: And their final opponent...hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. He's the heart of Carnage Wrestling. He is made of Sterner Stuff! He is a former Carnage World Heavyweight Champion! He is the last Rogue Standing! He is "THE SON OF A BITCH" Trent Steel!

"MyyyyyYyyyYYy...Cup Runneth Overrrr..."

"The Legion" all get on their feet and start to sing along...

"LIKE BLOOD FROM A STONNNNEEE!!!"

Emily and A69 look around for a moment as the lights dim down. "Bleed the Freak" by Alice in Chains starts to play as the lights flicker and go down. Out of the entranceway comes Trent Steel as smoke comes out of the entranceway. His corpse paint is highly detailed for once. He's trenchcoat looks brand new. His hair pulled back and out of his face. He poses for a moment as "The Legion" sing along. He walks down to the ringside area and comes to the commentary table and reaches into his trenchcoat. He stands putting bottles of booze onto the table.

Johnny Vegas: What the hell is this??!!

Trent Steel: Something I've been investing in for a while...Gentleman Johnny Brand Whiskey.

Johnny Vegas: My own booze brand!

Terra Skye: Johnny? Are you crying?

Johnny Vegas: This is beautiful!

Boy: SPICY MUSTARD!

Trent Steel: To your health and to all of you...thanks for all your work. Now, if you will excuse me, I've got two idiots to test...let's see if they measure up!

Trent gets in the ring and Silent Cal asks him to remove his trenchcoat. Trent bows slightly and gladly does. As he opens his coat we see he is wearing a "Carnage Wrestling For Ever" t-shirt. "The Legion" marks out. Then Emily removes her robe revealing a gold one piece outfit with a hole cut out in the middle exposing her cleavage and naval area, covered by a matching golden bra. It was the second choice of her outfits. She poses for the crowd, but mostly to get A69 worked up as he starts pelvic thrusting much to MM's frustration as he tries to work the remote.



The bell ring and A69 stares at Emily. Emily blows him a kiss and gestures to A69 to attack Steel and then she looks at Steel who smiles. An unnerving smile. A psychotic grin. Steel yells out "FUN TIME!" and "The Legion" responds as he lunges forward and dropkick's A69 right in the left kneecap sending him down to the mat! Emily scurries to a corner for a moment as Steel rushes to the turnbuckle and hops up to the second rope, the most dangerous rope, and leaps forward hitting a mid-air snapmare on A69! Steel gets up and spin kicks A69 in the head sending the robot down to the mat. Steel backs up from the kick and then stops. He turns to Emily. She playfully winks at Steel trying to play off his affections, and Steel responds as he does to every woman who throws themselves at him...he pisses them off immediately by flipping them off! Kick the gut! DDT to Emily! Steel kips up for the crowd for a moment until he gets taking down by a running Robot Punch from A69! Steel flips mid air from the hit and lands on the mat face first!

Terra Skye: That sexed up robot just knocked Trent for a loop!

Johnny Vegas: Come on Trent! Make that pinball machine from hell TILT!

Boy: COME WITH ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!

A69 picks up Steel and chucks him into the ropes. On the rebound Steel bounces back onto to get taken down by a Robot Clothesline! A69 picks up Steel and places him into a full nelson and...starts humping Steel from behind! "Fiveplay!" Steel struggles to get out of the grip and slams his head into the back of A69's face! A69 responds by lifting Steel up into the air and hitting a Full Nelson Slam on him. Kick to the face of Steel. A69 drags Steel to the turnbuckle post and climbs up it. He air humps and then hits "Critical Anal-ysis" on Steel. He picks up Steel and slams Steel's head over and over and over again into the turnbuckle post before letting him drop. Emily is cheering this on for a moment until A69 turns to her. Emily starts to dart out of the ring as A69 follows after her. MM and Rex try to hold back the sex driven robot but get knocked out of the way around the ring as Emily slides back into the ring and is followed by A69. She grabs Silent Cal and tosses him towards A69. Cal drops like a sack of potatoes as A69 plows past him. Emily starts to beg off A69 on her knees...then she realizes the bad position she's put herself into. A69 starts air humping as he gets closer to Emily when...FLYING KNEE TO THE FACE FROM TRENT STEEL!!

Terra Skye: Android 69 forgot about Trent Steel! He should have kept his focus on him.

Johnny Vegas: Well...to be fair...if I had the choice between Emily and Trent...I mean...

Terra Skye: We get it Johnny.

Johnny Vegas: I'm really torn in this match you know.

Boy: KAH KAH KOMBO BREAKER!!!

Steel gets up and kicks A69 right in the face while he's on the ground. Emily reaches down into her left boot and pulls out something. We see a flash of metal...Brass Knux! Steel picks up A69 and..."ERADICATION" INTO THE TURNBUCKLE POST! The post buckles from the impact of the Crucifix Powerbomb, but stays upright. Steel turns as Emily starts walking over to him seductively. Steel cocks and eyebrow as we see from another camera angle that on her right hand, that is behind her, she has on the brass knux! She gets close to Steel and tries to pop him one with the knux! Steel ducks! Neckbreaker! Steel grabs the knux and puts them in his jeans pocket as he picks up Emily. She starts begging off Steel and gets on her knee's, but Steel grabs her by the hair. LOWBLOW! Steel falls down to the mat for a moment as Emily gets up and kicks Steel in the back with fast quick kicks. She starts talking trash as she backs up right into the now standing A69! He grabs Emily and slingshots her into the turnbuckle post! She falls. She lands on the bottom run of the turnbuckle post...A69 charges..."LAUNCH TIME"!

Terra Skye: Well it's a good thing we're on PPV! That's um...That's something.

Johnny Vegas: This is getting ridiculous even for one of this place's matches, and I still wanna know what the hell this "robot" brought down to ringside!

Terra Skye: That's not foreboding at all.

Boy: A NEW CAR!!!

As A69 hits that grand and glorious bronco buster much to the amusement and sheer horror from "The Legion" members in the stands, mid jump from one of the thrusts into Emily's face, Steel grabs A69 by the shoulders and slams him back first onto the mat! Jumping stomp to the chest of the robot man from Steel! Emily rolls out of the ring grabbing her face. She's had enough of this and starts to head up towards the entrance ramp. Silent Cal finally gets up and see's Emily leaving as Trent keeps stomping away on A69! He starts a count...

ONE...

TWO...

Steel see's what's going on and high tails it across the ring and slides out. Emily and Rex are arguing as she heads up the ramp until Steel grabs her by the back of the head! Rex shoves Steel. Steel kicks him in the dick and hits a DDT on him as Emily tries to run up the ramp...

THREE...

FOUR...

FIVE...

Terra Skye: Emily's trying to get away from this and Rex trying to stop him got a one way trip to Dick Kick City!

Johnny Vegas: Trent's not winning this by count out! As much as it would be easier on him that's not who he is!

Steel catches up with Emily and grabs her from behind and starts dragging her by the arm down to the ring. She keeps begging him off saying she doesn't want to do this! That's she's not a wrestler! That this is not what she wants to do with her life!

SIX...

SEVEN...

EIGHT...

Steel tosses her under the bottom rope into the ring and slides in breaking up the count. Emily keeps trying her best to avoid a beating and Steel throws her into the ropes. Back body drop! Steel looks over at A69 whose starting to get back up. Steel runs over and MM hits a button on the remote. A69 jumps up and grabs Steel by the throat...ROBOT CHOKESLAM TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!

Terra Skye: JESUS!!

Johnny Vegas: Trent! Don't you die on me! I need more booze!

Terra and Boy look at Johnny.

Johnny Vegas: Hey! For me and him this is progress!

Terra Skye: True.

Boy: BEHIND DOOR NUMBER ONE!

A69 looks over at Emily and Emily rushes outside to where Steel is. A69 heads out and pulls off the tarp over the large item they rolled out earlier. It's a industrial sized washing machine! Emily backs away and grabs Steel and tosses him at A69! A69 grabs Steel and hits a ROBOT SUPLEX into the steel steps on the outside! Emily runs back into the ring to break up the count that Cal has started but A69 decides to go over and open the top load washer! Emily gets behind Silent Cal as Cal starts to count out both Steel and A69...

ONE...

TWO...

Emily reaches into her other boot and puts on another set of Brass Knux and clocks Silent Cal in the head!

Terra Skye: What the hell!

Johnny Vegas: I don't understand what's going on...

A69 picks up Trent Steel and tosses him into the washer and shuts the lid and...

Terra Skye: Oh no...

Johnny Vegas: What? Is he gonna do laundry?

Terra Skye: You don't watch Robot Chicken do you Johnny?

Johnny Vegas: No...why?

Boy: HELL NO THAT SUMBITCH HAS AN AXE!

A69 start humping the washing machine in the classic pose of the sketch while Steel is still inside of the washing machine!

Johnny Vegas: I...I can't...What even is...AHHHH!!!

MM tries to get A69 to stop while Rex yells at Emily as to why she took out the ref! She realizes what she's done and screams in frustration as she could have had a easy win if she kept letting them fight. She starts shaking Silent Cal trying to get him to wake up. "The Legion" are furious and some, let's be honest here, are laughing their asses off as A69 keeps thrusting and sputtering until finally he...well...is spent. He stops for a moment and takes a breath as the lid pops open and out comes Trent Steel who decks A69 in the face with the Brass Knux he took from Emily earlier! Steel gets out of the washing machine and stumbles for a moment, loopy from the erm...thrusting and busting. Steel grabs the steel steps and lifts them up. MM gets between A69 and Steel. Steel wallops him with the stairs and then hits Android 69 in the back with them. Steel drops the steps and gets A69 into the machine! He slams the lid down and plops the stairs on top of the lid as Emily is still trying to get Silent Cal back awake. Rex runs into the ring and hits Steel. He grabs Steel and tosses him into the ropes...Steel stops right in front of Rex before he can try to do a back body drop on him and drops on his back. SLAP TO THE FACE OF REX! Steel kips up and hits Rex with a superkick sending him to the outside of the ring. Silent Cal finally gets up as Emily is happy. She bounces up and down until she turns and she see's Steel.

Terra Skye: Uh oh...

Boy: BIG TROUBLE SHINY LADY!!

Johnny Vegas: You know I've joked about it for years. It's been a long running thing. But for once...I'm right...TRENT STEEL'S A WOMAN BEATER AND THIS ONE DESERVES IT!!

Emily looks at Steel who pulls off the knux and throws them to the outside. He motions for her to come on. Emily does, by turning and grabbing Silent Cal and tossing him into Steel. Steel leaps over Cal and...DICK KICK CITY! Just as she does this the lid of the washing machine flies off, along with the steps, as A69 comes rushing into the ring as MM has lost control of the remote! Emily grabs Steel and tosses him towards A69 and A69 grabs Steel and locks him into "The Big Spoon"!! Steel fights frantically to stay awake, but with no ref to stop when he grabs the ropes Steel passes out. A69 charges at Emily and Emily gets down on her knee's. She smiles seductively as A69 starts to slow down for a moment. She smiles at him and...LOW BLOW WITH THE KNUX. She grabs her arm because that hurt as A69 falls down right next to the unconscious Trent Steel. Emily pulls off the knux as puts one arm on each of the downed opponents...Cal counts...


One...


Two...


Three!!



Kelly Carmicheal: Here is your winner...Emily Gabbard!!

Terra Skye: What the hell??!!

Johnny Vegas: Upset of the year!

Boy: SHAZAM!

Rex grabs Emily and they both high tail it to the back as MM gets into the ring and yells at A69...Steel gets up and see's MM and MM yells at him for a moment...DICK KICK CITY FROM STEEL!!! MM falls down as Trent sighs...he looks around the ring. A final match and he comes up short. He shakes his head but "The Legion" cheer him on by singing a chorus of "Bleed The Freak".

Terra Skye: It's almost a shame that someone that defiled our Hall of Legends walks out of Carnage without a loss.

Johnny Vegas: I mean, that's true. But I gotta give it to old Trent... Man's one hell of a fighter and I respect the hell out of him.

Boy: UNICORN!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, I said it. Now stop looking at me like that.

Terra Skye: Well, fine then.. We'll be back in a bit folks.

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Terra Skye: And now we’re onto our first title match of this evening, to determine Carnage’s final Tag Team champions! I’ve personally been looking forward to this one for a while.

Johnny Vegas: Well I’ve been--

Terra Skye: Yeah, we all know already. Shut up. Wait a minute… Why is Cherie Von Allen in the ring?

"Mz Hyde" by Halestorm begins wailing over the PA system as Carnage's former owner steps out from behind the curtain, clad in her trademarked orange cropped tank top, baggy grey sweatpants and skater shoes. Beside her stand Carnage’s former World Champion, Ken Davison. He is wearing black wrestling pants with an orange winged rose on them. She's got a big smile on her face as she motions out to the cheering crowd and then to the ring. Easily noticed is the full bottle of Jack Daniels Kyra's holding in her right hand as she begins down the ramp, slapping the fans hands with her free hand along the way. Davison walks next to her, more focused on the task at hand.



As the lyrics continue, Davison jumps onto the ring apron and holds the ropes open for Kyra. Johnson slides into the ring under the bottom rope and rises to her feet. Kyra laughs as she looks over at Ken who is still holding the ropes for her. He steps through the ropes himself, heading to the middle of the ring to see why Cherie is standing in the ring.

Johnny Vegas: Maybe she’s gonna fire them before the show ends...

Terra Skye: Oh my God..

Johnny Vegas: What? A man can hope…

Carnage Wrestling’s current overseer grabs a mic from Kelly Carmichael and approaches the challengers for the tag team championships.

Cherie Von Allen: Kyra, Ken… I’m sorry to have to do this.. Tonight of all nights…

Her voice trails off and cheering can be heard from the commentary table.

Johnny Vegas: YES! DO IT! Don’t be sorry!

Terra Skye: SHUT UP! She’s NOT Firing them!

The three people in the ring take a cursory glance at Johnny Vegas before Cherie clears her throat and continues.

Cherie Von Allen: ...But I’m afraid the scheduled match between you and Team Rock Lobster, well, it isn’t going to happen.

The crowd begins murmuring amongst themselves as Kyra and Ken look around in shock.

Cherie Von Allen: Suffice it to say, the now former champions didn’t show up here tonight, instead…

She approaches ringside and is handed the CW Tag Team Championship belts by a stagehand, bringing them back into the center of the ring with her.

Cherie Von Allen: ...They left these. So by the power vested in me by the Carnage Network, congratulations you two.. You’re the final Carnage Wrestling Tag Team Champions.

Terra Skye: Wow…

Ken and Kyra take the belts, but neither one of them seems particularly happy about it. Ken leans in and whispers something in Kyra’s ear. Kyra looks at Ken and nods her head. Ken walks over to the ropes and asks for a microphone while Kyra gets the microphone from Cherie. Ken walks back to the center of the ring, next to Kyra, and begins speaking.

Ken Davison: Kyra and I are lots of things. Above all else, we are fighters. We have fought for everything we have together, including each other. As much as we wanted these belts, we wanted to earn them more.

The crowd cheers as Kyra steps up, nodding her head.

Kyra Johnson: So, if there is any team in the back that wants a shot at these titles, step right up. Because we promised the Carnage Legion a fight and Kendamnit, we’re going to give it to them.

Ken Davison: Who wants to be come out here and make history?

Terra Skye: What a disappointment, to find out that the champions couldn’t even show up here tonight to defend their titles one more time. But I respect Ken and Kyra for stepping up and wanting to give the Legion a tag team championship match regardless.

Johnny Vegas: I gotta give it to them there… As much as I hate to admit it. That’s a classy move from these two motherfuckers.

Boy: HORSEMALLOWS!

Terra Skye: The big question is.. Will anyone step up and try to become Carnage’s final tag team champs?

Terra’s question is answered a few moments later as “Monster and Animal I Have Become (mash up)” by Skillet and Three Days Grace play over the sound system as Samuel McPherson, Lord Raab, and Kieran Overton come through the curtain with Henry Losak behind them as they walk side by side together to the ring, ignoring the fans as they step over the top rope together while Henry goes through the middle rope.

Raab, Samuel, and Kieran do a holdup in the ring with the fans booing on them as Henry steps out of the ring with Kieran. Samuel and Raab stand in the ring waiting for the match to start.

For their part, Ken and Kyra back off into the opposite corner while Kelly Carmichael enters the ring.

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Kelly Carmichael: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Carnage Wrestling Tag Team Championship!!! Introducing first, the challengers… the team of Samuel McPherson and “The Masked German Monster” Lord Raab!!!

The crowd boos the two men who stand stoically in place.

Kelly Carmichael: And their opponents… hailing from Baltimore, Maryland… at a combined weight of 351 lbs… they are the Carnage Wrestling Tag Team Champions… the team of Ken Davison and “The Jawdropper” Kyra Johnson!!!

The crowd cheers and Kyra soaks in the cheers while Ken looks at the two monsters across the ring while he shadow boxes. Kelly Carmichael exits the ring and the two teams step forward meeting in the center of the ring. Though Kyra and Ken are both looking up at their opponents, neither one of them seems the least bit intimidated. Ken points at Raab, sticking his finger right in his face.

Ken Davison: Wir werden dir in den Arsch treten, arschgeige.



With that, Ken turns and kicks McPherson squarely in the balls, dropping “The Animal.” Raab swings at Davison with a left handed haymaker, which Davison easily ducks underneath as Kyra comes in with a leaping forearm. Raab pushes Kyra off as Ken hits a forearm to Raab’s back that he completely ignores. Raab turns and shoves Ken into the corner. Ken and Raab run at each other, with Ken dropping down as Raab steps over. Kyra leapfrogs Raab to keep from being run over. Ken runs and catches Raab with a knee to the midsection while Kyra comes in behind him with a dropkick that fells the German monster. As the two get to their feet, Raab rolls out of the ring as McPherson simultaneously slides into the ring.

Johnny Vegas: BUT… while I may have complimented their attitude a few minutes ago.. What the fuck are they doing in the ring so long together?! Isn’t that against the RULES?!

Terra Skye: I knew it couldn’t last long… But regardless, give them all a break. Jesus. And as we know, for unknown reasons, the Monstimals match earlier tonight was cancelled, so this is the perfect opportunity for them to grasp gold for one final time here in Carnage… If they can beat the onslaught that Ken and Kyra are dishing out right now!

Ken and Kyra each grab an arm and back McPherson in the corner. They whip him across the ring and as he lands, Kyra Irish whips Ken in after him, but McPherson gets his feet up and crashes down on Ken’s chest with a modified sit down splash. Kyra runs across the ring and McPherson scoops her up and slams her down to the mat. We can see in the corner of the screen that Raab has made his way to the far corner. McPherson makes a tag as Ken is still down on the mat holding his chest. Raab walks over and puts his foot across Kyra’s throat. Kyra grabs at Raab’s boot and kicks her feet, trying to wriggle her way out, but Raab holds her down until the referee’s count gets to four. As soon as Raab releases her, she instinctively rolls out of the ring while Raab turns his attention to Ken who is pulling himself up in the corner.

Terra Skye: Well now it’s one on one, are you happy now?

Johnny Vegas: Extremely. Now it’s time for Raab to do what he does… smash.

Terra Skye: You did NOT just make a marvel reference in our final show….

Boy: I CAN DO THIS ALL DAY!

Raab stalks over and grabs Ken by the waist, throwing him to the center of the ring with a release German Suplex. Raab is the first to his feet and grapevines Ken’s arm, wrenching on it and using as much pressure as possible to try and prevent Ken from getting up. The referee gets down on Ken’s level and asks him if he wants to give up.

Ken Davison: Lutsch meinen schwanz, Schweinehund.

Johnny Vegas: Stop speaking in FREAKY DEAKY DUTCH!

Terra Skye: An Austin Powers reference? Really? And it’s GERMAN you moron!

With all the determination he can muster, Ken gets his knees under him and is able to get to his feet. Raab is able to keep control of him using a hammerlock while dragging him over to his corner where he tags McPherson back into the match. McPherson wrenches the arm and pulls Ken in, driving his shoulder into Ken’s with enough force that Ken’s legs give out. McPherson uses his free arm and grinds down on Davison's shoulder with his forearm. Davison tries to maneuver back to his feet, but McPherson has other plans, pulling him in and slamming Davison to the mat. He makes the quick tag to Raab and the two men turn their attention to their prey.

Johnny Vegas: Now this is what I’m talking about!

Terra Skye: I’ve said it a million times before, but you can never count Ken Davison or Kyra Johnson out.

Johnny Vegas: I sure can, Kyra’s not even off the floor yet and Ken’s getting his ass handed to him!

Boy: AMERICA’S ASS!

Terra Skye: STOP IT!

Raab motions for McPherson to come over and scoops his partner up. Davison, seeing an opening, uses a barrel roll leg trip which forces Raab to fall forward, slamming his partner inadvertently to the mat. Ken stumbles over to the corner and tags Kyra into the match. Kyra ducks a clothesline attempt from Raab and comes back with a hurricanrana. Raab rolls with it and pulls himself up with the ropes and turns just in time for Kyra to catch him with a spear with enough momentum that she lands outside on the ring apron. Kyra grabs Raab by the strap of his mask and drives him face first into the turnbuckle before hitting him with an enzuigiri to the face. Raab takes a few steps back and Kyra climbs to the top and brings Raab down with a diving lariat. Kyra follows it up with a standing moonsault.


One!!


Two!!


KICKOUT!!!

Raab pushes Kyra off with enough force that she lands a couple of feet away.

Johnny Vegas: That little bitch is no match for that monster.

Terra Skye: Oh lord… You’re an idiot.

Kyra grabs Raab’s arm, contorting him into a modified abdominal stretch. As she tries to get Raab’s leg up for a full blown octopus hold, Raab slams his foot down on the mat with the force needed to get Kyra up and over his hip and to get him out of the hold. He tries to grab her arm, but Kyra has managed to back up enough to allow Ken to get the blind tag into the match. Ken grabs Raab’s free arm and wrenches it. Raab connects with a forearm, but Ken maintains his grip. Ken whips Raab into the ropes and catches the big German with an elbow on the butt of the chin, taking Raab off his feet. Ken immediately covers, hooking the leg.


One!!

KICKOUT!!!

Raab sits up and Ken locks in a hold, grabbing one arm and locking the other in place with his leg.

Terra Skye: Ken isn’t letting him out of his grasp that easily!

Boy: AND I AM--

Terra Skye: God damnit Johnny! Now he won’t stop!

Johnny Vegas: Not my problem.

He wrenches back on it, trying to damage Raab’s shoulder the way Raab did to him earlier. Ken grabs at Raab’s ankle with his free hand, but doesn’t have enough strength to pull it back and cause further damage. Raab stays in the hold a few moments, but begins to leverage his way out of the hold using his strength advantage. As the two men get to their feet, Ken shoves Raab back, however, Raab realizes he’s in enemy territory and hits Kyra with a back elbow forcing her off the apron. Ken grabs Raab by the neck and delivers a couple of Muay Thai knee strikes to keep “The German Monster” in his corner. Raab shoves him backwards, breaking the clinch and as he comes forward gets his legs swept out from underneath him. Ken seizes the opportunity and executes an Oklahoma roll.


One!!

KICKOUT!!

The two men regain their feet and Ken delivers a pump kick that sends Raab to the ropes. Raab comes back and kicks Davison in the midsection, dropping him to one knee. Raab leans back into the ropes and catches Davison flush in the jaw with a big boot. Raab steps through the kick and marches over for the tag. Davison, meanwhile, rolls back to his corner and reaches up to tag Kyra back into the match.

Terra Skye: Good thing Ken had the wherewithal to get back to his corner and get Kyra into this one.

Johnny Vegas: It’s like I said, getting his ass kicked.

Terra Skye: While Raab and McPherson might have a size and strength advantage, Ken and Kyra are sticking with them. They both have a speed advantage that if they could get some momentum going, they’d--

Boy: TONY, YOU CAN REST NOW!

Kyra runs in and McPherson sends her flying over him with a back body drop. Kyra gets back up and McPherson grabs her in a sidewalk slam. McPherson drops a knee onto Kyra, but quickly gets back up, reaching over and grabbing Ken who hasn’t been able to get out of the ring. He grabs Ken’s neck and Beil’s him into the corner. Starting with Kyra, McPherson runs and hits her with a corner splash then runs to the opposite corner and does the same to Ken. He repeats this three more times until Ken slumps down in the corner, laying his head on the bottom turnbuckle and Kyra is only being held up by the ropes. MrPherson decides that Davison is the easier target and he grabs him by the head and brings him to his feet. Davison flies towards the corner, but has the presence of mind to shove Kyra to the side before she is sandwiched between him and the turnbuckles. Ken falls chest first onto the mat and rolls out, clutching his chest. Kyra sees this and somehow manages to grab McPherson and lift him up, then back down, with a belly-to-belly suplex.

Johnny Vegas: HOW?!

Terra Skye: That was amazing! Holy shit! How Kyra managed to grab Samuel McPherson and hit him with that belly-to-belly suplex… Wow. Could be the adrenaline, or her lower center of gravity… Either way, what a move!

Johnny Vegas: Pfft.

Both McPherson and Johnson are on their backs, trying to find the energy to get up. The referee is watching both of them as Raab and Ken are both back in their respective corners. Ken gets the tag first, but stays draped across the top rope until Raab starts to enter the ring. Both men enter the ring slowly, the toll of this match showing in their body language. Raab is the first to strike, hitting Ken with a forceful forearm to the jaw. Ken answers back with a forearm of his own. Raab comes back with another forearm. Ken changes his tactic and aims low with a right hook to the midsection. Raab hits a straight right and Ken goes for a right haymaker, but Raab has his hands up to block it. Raab hits two more forearms cleanly before going for some sort of discus move that Ken manages to avoid. Ken tries to weaken the big man’s base by kicking him in the calf. Ken goes for a second kick, but Raab gets his leg up out of the way. Raab plants his foot and brings his other knee up but it is caught by the former “Godly.” The two men stare at each other, the two crafty veterans taking a moment to nod at each other in respect. Ken then throws Raab’s leg down and catches the larger man with a Muay Thai roundhouse kick to the jaw. Ken runs to the ropes and springboards off the middle rope only to eat a knee from Raab.

Ken Davison: Komm schon. Tu es.

Johnny Vegas: If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that fucker is daring Raab to do something… As if he’d need the provocation.

Raab bounces off the ropes and Ken hits him with a knee strike, spinning Raab around but not taking him off his feet. Ken grabs “The German Monster” around the waist and Raab finds himself somewhere unusual, on the business end of a German Suplex.


One!!


Two!!!


KICKOUT!!!

Ken sits up with a look of disbelief on his face. Raab stands up before Davison does and tags McPherson. Davison leaps over and tags Kyra in before McPherson can get his hands on him. Kyra goes for a kick and McPherson sidesteps it. McPherson counters with a clothesline, but Kyra tumbles underneath it. Kyra goes for a kick to the head which McPherson get his hand up and blocks, so Kyra changes direction and hits him with an enziguri. McPherson is staggered, so Kyra goes for a dropkick, but McPherson sees it coming and ducks down, causing Kyra to fly over his head. Kyra gets to her feet and nearly gets speared out of her boots by McPherson who goes for a cover.


One!!


Two!!


KICKOUT!!!

Kyra gets her shoulder up at the last moment.

Johnny Vegas: HOW DID SHE KICK OUT?!

The referee signals the two count and McPherson stands up and stares at him. He steps forward to intimidate the referee which allows Kyra to hit McPherson from behind with a forearm. McPherson shoves her into the corner and Kyra immediately gets her feet up, catching her adversary in the face. Kyra jumps up, presumably looking for the floatover DDT. McPherson uses his strength to pick Johnson over his shoulder and walk over to his corner for the tag. Raab enters the ring and grabs KJ and German Suplexes Kyra right out of McPherson’s grasp. Raab and McPherson both pile on Kyra and the referee counts.


One!!


TWO!!

Ken comes flying off the top rope with a dropkick, planting each of his feet into the side of their heads. All four combatants lay on the mat, the toll this match has taken on them causing each of them to have to catch their breaths. Ken is the first one to sit up. McPherson is next and Ken latches on to him with a front facelock. McPherson buries a knee into Davison’s breadbasket. He pushes Davison back into the ropes, popping him up. Davison gets his knees up and forces McPherson to the mat with a modified meteora. Raab sees this and bullrushes Davison who sidesteps with the dexterity of a world class matador, causing him to fall through the ropes to the outside. Ken hops through the ropes to the outside, then hits a moonsault to the outside.

Terra Skye: Desperation must be kicking in for Ken Davison, to be falling back on his lucha background! But that moonsault was picture perfect!

Johnny Vegas: Blah, blah.

Boy: I’VE GOT RED IN MY LEDGER!

Raab steps through the ropes and drops Ken to the floor with a double ax handle from the apron. Kyra isn’t close behind, leaping from the top rope with a cross body, landing across Raab’s shoulders. Now that all four wrestlers are on the outside, the referee has no choice but to start the count. The referee gets to five and Ken is to his feet first. He tries to slide back in the ring, but McPherson grabs him by the back of the tights and pulls him back. McPherson tries to get back in ring, but Ken grabs him and punches his at the base of his tail bone.

Johnny Vegas: Did he REALLY just punch McPherson in the ass?!

Terra Skye: Really? You’re concerned with the location of a punch when they’re a few seconds from being counted out of this match?!

The referee gets to eight and Kyra and Raab both slide into the ring at the same time, breaking the count. Both of them lay on the mat, exhausted. They get to their feet around the same time, with Raab throwing a right haymaker that Kyra is able to get her hands up to deflect. Raab swings with his left hand and Kyra ducks it. Kyra starts swinging but Raab just eats them. Raab has finally had enough and hits Kyra with an elbow to the jaw. Kyra throws an uppercut out of desperation and steps back and hits Raab with a superkick. She falls back and tags Ken back into the match. Ken comes in and hits Raab with a superkick quickly moving past him and hitting McPherson on the apron with a superkick, knocking him back. Ken turns back around and drops Raab with a discus lariat. He marches to the corner and tags in Kyra. Ken turns around and intercepts McPherson as Kyra hits the Blackout curb stomp on Raab.

Terra Skye: Blackout! She hit all of it!


One!!


TWO!!!

NO!!! McPherson tackles Davison, both of them barrelling into Kyra and Raab. McPherson is knocked out of the ring from his own momentum, taking Kyra with him. Ken looks down at Raab and climbs up to the top rope. He comes off the top with a phoenix splash, but eats the canvas as Raab is pulled out of the way by McPherson. While McPherson stands between Kyra and the ring, Raab pulls himself up and grabs Ken off the canvas and locks in his version of the Anaconda Vice, the Killerlock. Ken twists and turns, struggling to find a way out. McPherson grabs Kyra by the waist preventing her from getting in the ring to break it up. Ken reaches out to Kyra, trying his best to reach her outstretched hand. After a few moments, the referee sees Ken’s body go limp and he has no choice but to call the match.



Johnny Vegas: Holy shit!

Kelly Carmichael: Here are your winners and NNNEEEEEWWWWWW Carnage Wrestling Tag Team Champions… "The German Monster" Lord Raab and "The Animal" Samuel McPherson!!!

As Raab and McPherson stands tall in the ring, Kyra slides in and checks on Ken.

Terra Skye: What a match and Lord Raab and Samuel McPherson get to move on in their careers knowing they fought two of the best Carnage has to become Carnage’s final Tag team champs!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, they did put a lot into this match, a match they didn’t even have to do… So I’ll give it to them. But YEAH! MURDER MONSTERS ARE CHAMPS!!!

Boy: HEY BIG GUY… SUNS GETTING REAL LOW…

Terra Skye: God damnit… we’ll be back in a few, everyone…

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Terra Skye: And now, we’re back with--



“I Am The Slime” by Frank Zappa (22 seconds in) begins to play. “The Man With Two Brains” Johnny Hitmaker saunters on out from beyond the curtains to a chorus of boos.

Terra Skye: Oh boy….

Johnny Vegas: This idiot again?! What the hell could he want NOW?!

As his theme music continues playing, a smirking Johnny continues his way down to ringside as the Carnage Legion showers him with boos.

Johnny Vegas: GET OUT OF HERE! What the hell else do you wanna say?! We’re done after tonight! Done!

Terra Skye: He sure looks pretty confident for someone who promised to “get back at us” and then never wound up doing anything.

Johnny Vegas: I’m starting to think he’s senile or something.

Terra Skye: He’s only 42, so I dunno… but he does act an awful lot like you.

Johnny Vegas: HEY!

The other Johnny has called for a mic, and Kelly Carmichael just tosses it to him, walking away in disgust. He glares at the departing ring announcer for a moment, but then shakes it off. He obnoxiously taps on the mice several times. Many times. Too many times. The fans groan in frustration. Finally, he clears his throat into the mic.

Johnny Hitmaker: Well! Underground’s been quite the show so far, hasn’t it, folks?

The fans go for the cheap pop. Johnny nods in approval.

Johnny Hitmaker: Well, I wouldn’t know, because I wasn’t paying attention!!

The fans booed, both because of what he said and because they were tricked and should have known better.

Terra Skye: Disrespectful to the very end.

Johnny Vegas: Senile people have a hard time paying attention too, I’m just saying.

Terra Skye: You’d know.

Other Johnny continues to laugh for a while longer at his predictable joke before continuing.

Johnny Hitmaker: Ha ha ha,no, see, I was too busy making moves behind the scenes here.

Terra Skye: Huh?

Johnny Vegas: Could Lesser Johnny’s caretaker kindly come and take him away so he can take his meds?

Johnny Hitmaker: For starters, I had a meeting with The Masked Machinist and Android 69 and strongly suggested it would be in their best interests to throw the match to my trainee and SOON to be full-time client Emily Gabbard!

The fans boo in disgust at that flagrant defying of the rules.

Terra Skye: I can’t believe that to be true.

Johnny Vegas: Emily did win the match, didn’t she?

Terra Skye: (Response dialogue to reflect the result of the match earlier in the night.)

Johnny Hitmaker: And the aforementioned strong suggestion I gave him was a little bit of insight as to the FUTURE of Carnage Wrestling!

The fans are understandably confused.

Terra Skye: The future of Carnage? What’s he going on about?

Johnny Vegas: Carnage HAS no future! I keep saying this, but, what an idiot!!

Johnny Hitmaker: Tonight, Carnage dies, and while I’d love nothing MORE than to take credit for its demise, I CAN at least benefit from it.

Terra Skye: So he came all this way just to brag about Carnage folding? What a douche-bag.

Johnny Hitmaker: Now, everyone in the business seems to think I’m some sorta cheap-ass, never thinking beyond that. Little do you idiots KNOW… everything I do has a deeper and more forecasted meaning to it. EVERYTHING.

Johnny Vegas: I don’t know this idiot too well, thankfully, but he DOES just ooze cheapness.

Terra Skye: I’m not sure I like where this is going….

Johnny Hitmaker: All the cheap food I’d eat, cars I’d only rent, apartments and hotels I’d live out of, splurging ONLY for tactical advantage… everything… EVERYTHING to do that one big historical memorable move that’ll make all of professional wrestling turn their collective heads my way and utter two simple words, “My god…”

Johnny Vegas: Spit it out already, you asshole!! Christ sake…

Johnny Hitmaker: Granted, at the time, I didn’t know what that big move, that shocking event, would be. I can predict a lotta things, what with my two brains and all, but not the reason I’m here tonight.

Terra Skye: He’s not angry, he’s not even remotely bothered by the boos; this doesn’t feel right.

Johnny Hitmaker: And the REASON I’m here tonight… is… oh wait, first lemme make one thing… PERFECTLY CLEAR:

The fans groan and jeer.

Johnny Hitmaker: Be sure to tune in to Synergy on Monday, June 7, you know, the SUPERIOR wrestling show on Monday nights!

Louder booing ensues.

Johnny Vegas: That weasel’s just rubbing it in now!

Terra Skye: It’s like he feeds off the animosity of this Baltimore crowd!

Johnny Hitmaker: A show I feel might look quite differently than however the Consortium may be shaping it up to look. For you see, ladies and gentlemen, guys and gals in the back, and even you two over there!

He says as he points at Terra and Vegas.

Johnny Vegas: What’s he pointing at us for?!

Terra Skye: Hmmm…

Johnny Hitmaker: Carnage IS dead - and thank GOD for that, amirite, folks?

The fans start throwing crap at Johnny, who doesn’t bother to move, only swatting away at a couple cups but not much else. He holds up a finger.

Johnny Hitmaker: Ah. Ah. Listen. Carnage is DEAD… but that doesn’t mean anyone’s gotta be out of work. The Johnny is nothing if not ambitiously generous.

Johnny Vegas: ...What the fuck?

Terra Skye: I think you and I both know what’s going on.

Boy: SEVENTY GROSS PACKAGES OF GARBAGE!

Johnny Hitmaker: To that end… effective tonight at midnight, June 1st… every active Carnage contract… belongs to ME!!!!

The fans absolutely lose their minds, even going so far as to buy things just to throw them at the Canadian legend, who’s just laughing maniacally as he drops the mic.

Johnny Vegas: We… work for… Johnny Hitmaker now?!

Terra Skye: I was really hoping what I was thinking was wrong, I really was.

Johnny Vegas: This is HORSESHIT!

Terra Skye: Yeah, fuck this.. There’s no way he owns all these contracts. This guy is a real piece of work. Let’s just go on with the show, folks.. GET THIS ASSHOLE OUT OF OUR ARENA!!!

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Johnny Vegas: Is he gone?

Terra Skye: I guess so. The balls on that guy... Jeeze. Can't just let Carnage have their final show in peace.

Boy: SHITMAKER!

Kelly Carmicheal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is the final match for "The Baltimore City Championship"! Introducing first...The Challenger...Hailing from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada...He is "The Modern Day Messiah"...Casanova English!!!

The lights go dim as the eerie voice of a former member of the notorious Manson Family rings through the arena.

"yeah, I
remember her saying:
I'm already dead... I'm already dead... I'm
already dead..."

The lights flicker revealing Casanova English on the stage as the voice continues.

"You're going to get up and scream. I'm
already dead... I'm already dead... I'm already dead..."
You're
going to get up and-
Burn an x in your head."

The lights turn back on as Casanova English takes a long drag off his already lit cigarette, his leather jacket hung loosely over his shoulders. He scowls at the crowd before Alex Ransom slowly walks from behind the curtains to join him - the towering man dressed in a suit.

English and Ransom look at one another and smirk before walking down the ramp slowly. English stops to blow smoke in the general direction of some fans. Ransom walks over to the corner between the guard rails and the ring. English slowly struts up the steps onto the ring apron. He hangs his jacket on the turnbuckle before stepping through the second rope. English smirks pulling the cigarette from his lips, he blows a cloud of smoke straight up into the air and tosses his coffin nail into the crowd. English laughs as people move trying to avoid the ember. Ransom glares from the outside as they await Casanova's opponent.

Johnny Vegas: Well English looks like he's all business here tonight.

Terra Skye: As he should be, this is a big opportunity for him.

Boy: JUST TIME FOR PARTIES!

Kelly Carmicheal: And his opponent hailing from Baltimore, Maryland in this universe...

Johnny Vegas: God damn it...

Kelly Carmicheal: He is the greatest superhero in all of Baltimore...The Savior of the Multiverse and your Baltimore City Champion...Give it up...One last time...For THE AVENGER!!!

The lights go out as Bonnie Tyler's "Holding Out For A Hero" begins to play, with spotlights searching the rafters for the hero.

"Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?"

Finally every light converges onto the ramp, and the color turns to green with the symbol of the Avenger appearing on the video wall.

"Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn, I dream of what I need"

Right as Bonnie says, "I need a hero!", The Avenger races out on a stylish green and black motorcycle, with his logo plastered on the front, but a Baltimore Ravens' Flag on the back! He circles the ring with it, passing by the announce tables and fans, before parking it back on the ramp and hopping off. He then leaps up on to the apron and darts up the turnbuckle, holding out a big thumbs up for the audience before jumping back into the ring to prepare for his match. As he jumps into the ring he's suddenly met with a running dropkick to the face by Casanova!!



Terra Skye: Here we go!

Johnny Vegas: I just.. I don't know. What the fuck is this even? One serious competitor and one... Bullshit?

Terra Skye: Did you just call our Baltimore City Champ a 'bullshit'?

Johnny Vegas: What of it?

As Avenger shakes off the suckerkick from hell Casanova decides to taunt the crowd for a moment as he runs up and punt kicks Avenger in the side of the ribs. He drags "The Savior of The Multiverse" towards the closest turnbuckle corner. He plants Avenger at the bottom and leaps up to the top turnbuckle. Casanova doesn't normally do high flying moves so this has some of the crowd on their feet as Casanova leaps off the top rope and double foot stomps Avenger right in the sternum knocking the wind out of our hapless heroic champion for the time being! Avenger gasps out for air as he sits up after the stomp, clutching his ribs. Casanova takes the time to run up behind Avenger and hit a snapmare! Casanova, then, knee's Avenger in the abdomen. While doing so Casanova slams his elbow into the face of Avenger! One! Two! Three! Four times before getting back up and then stomping on Avenger's throat! This causes the referee, Hawkersby, to get into Casanova's face for a moment, but Cas just waves him off as this match is not going to stop without a clear winner so who cares if he cheats.

Boy: FRIENDS ARE MY ENEMIES!

Terra Skye: English had better watch himself around Ed Hawkersby, he doesn't fuck around.

Johnny Vegas: As if we're gonna leave this match without an actual winner. Pfft.

Terra Skye: ...

He reaches down to pick up Avenger and yells out "Look at your hero now!", and The Avenger reaches up and hits a Jaw Jacker on Casanova. Cass lands on his knee's and gets walloped good with a right cross, then a left, and another, and another, from Avenger with furious justice in each hit. He reaches up and grabs Casanova and stands hitting a quick snap suplex! Followed up by a standing moonsault! The Avenger poses for a moment getting up as "The Legion" cheers him on. He grabs Casanova and tosses him into the ropes. Casanova hits, and on the bounceback, Avenger takes him down with a handstand headscissors takedown! He picks up Casanova and hits a bodyslam right in front of the turnbuckle post and then leaps up to the top rope. DOUBLE FOOT STOMP OF HIS OWN ONTO CASANOVA'S RIBS! Aveger drags out Casanova a bit further and calls for the end of this. He's going for the "Superhero Landing" but Casanova rolls out of the ring at the last minute and Avenger's fist eats canvas!

Johnny Vegas: Well that was a lot of pomp and circumstance for no reward.

Terra Skye: No reward? Avenger had some pretty good momentum going there until Casanova got out of the way!

As Avenger holds onto his hand Casanova slides back into the ring and grabs Avenger from behind. Russian Legsweep! He runs to the ropes. Lionsault! Casanova grabs Avenger and starts slapping his chest over and over again with chops getting "woo's" for some reason from "The Legion" as he does it. He kicks Avenger in the gut and hits at DDT! He picks up Avenger and plants him on top of the nearest turnbuckle. A few more chops! One! Two! Three! Four! Avenger reaches out and grabs Casanova by the throat!...CHOKESLAM FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE POST!!! Both men are down...


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Terra Skye: Holy shit!

Johnny Vegas: Impressive but now this shit is going to end on a double countout.

Boy: FORGIVENESS!


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The Avenger is first to get up. He's tired, but he still presses on. He starts to clap his hands, and "The Legion" indulge him. He looks to spring to life from it. He starts approaching Casanova and hits a diving forearm to the throat of the opponent. Avenger waits until Casanova pulls himself up. "Superhero Kick"! Avenger isn't done yet...He runs to the ropes and comes off hitting the "Superhero Landing"! Avenger runs and grabs Casanova..."Infinite Crisis"!!


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THREE!!!



Kelly Carmicheal: Here is your winner...And still the final Baltimore City Champion...The Avenger!!

The Avenger gets up and grabs the title. He's crying over it. "This was for you Sam!!" He yells out as "The Legion" get on their feet to cheer for the most exciting pure wrestling title division Carnage has one last time. Casanova slams his fist into the mat and yells at the ref that this is bullshit, but leaves the ring to let Avenger celebrate...

Johnny Vegas: Oh fuck a duck.

Terra Skye: What are you talking about?! That was a great match! Congratulations to The Avenger for being the Final Carnage Wrestling Baltimore City champion!!! We'll be back in a few moments folks!

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Terra Skye: Both--

Boy: Potatoes!

Terra Skye: No, I was going to say com--

Johnny Vegas: Dead people!

Terra Skye: NO! Both COMPETITORS are in the ring as the Ultraviolence scene gets set before our very eyes.

Zephyr Quinn and The Ultraviolent Champion, Kane King “The Lab Rat King” watch as attendants set up tables with various weapons thrown around. Tables with tacks are in the corners while chairs litter the four sides of the ring. King begins to pace as he watches everything unfold before his eyes and Zephyr can only smile as Belle places a gentle hand on her shoulder. Seeing this, Grace King comes up to King and takes him by the arm, gentle pulling him down to a knee. Much to everyone’s surprise, King doesn’t struggle and Grace rewards him with a kiss on top of his mask. To match, Belle gives Zephyr a light peck on the cheek as the two rub noses together, a “butterfly kiss” between the two. Belle and Grace both retreat to a safe distance as the bell sounds.

Johnny Vegas: I think I’m going to be sick.

Terra Skye: That was completely sweet! You’re just jealous because anyone you meet wants a restraining order within the first five minutes.

Boy: Burns like fire!

Everyone falls silent as the crowd clap, champion and challenger staring at each other as if two predators had their eyes on the same piece of meat. A stillness like no other settles over everyone in the arena as Zephyr takes a simple razor blade out of her pocket. With no hesitation, she draws the blade across her forehead, a steady line of blood proceeding to drip down her face. No one can react as they stare at the display. She tosses the blade at LRK’s feet who looks down at the blade, and then up at Zephyr. Without removing his eyes from Zephyr’s, he picks up the blade.

The Legion holds its collective breath as LRK picks his mask up slowly, his lips curling at the scent of Zephyr’s blood still dripping from the blade. With a smirk, he licks the blood off the blade, a low growl emitting from deep within. However, the growl is quickly overtaken but a shrill hum from Zephyr as she runs her hands across the gash in her head, running her hands down the sides of her head, staining her hair red. LRK cocks his head at the gesture and with one last look at Grace, he takes off his mask, the sound of it dropping to the mat heard echoing in the silence of the arena.

After what seems like an eternity, the proverbial pin drops and Zephyr charges at LRK!

Terra Skye: Holy shit…

Johnny Vegas: What the hell did we just watch?

Boy: The mystery deepens!

The two struggle to gain the upper hand, Zephyr light on her feet and striking LRK’s midsection with everything she has while dodging haymaker after haymaker by the reigning champion! Neither side looks to give as LRK clips Zephyr on the side of her head just after landing her own flurry of punches into King’s midsection! Quinn stumbles back, covering her ear, her face a mask of crimson gore as the two charge at each other again! This time Zephyr ducks and hits the ropes. LRK is too quick and powerful though and clotheslines her over the top!

Johnny Vegas: This thing was over before it began.

Terra Skye: Wait! Look!

Boy: Don’t count the bushes under the bramble!

Zephyr manages to catch herself on the top rope, quickly yanking an unsuspecting LRK down and tying his wrist up between the second and top ropes! Bending down Zephyr grabs the closest thing she can find, a chair tossed onto the table at her back, and backs up to the corner. With a running start Zephyr swings for the fences with the chair and hits LRK square in the chest with the chair, the noise radiating throughout the arena!

Boy: The shot heard from the fences!

Terra Skye: Right, but yeah… What a chair shot!

Johnny Vegas: I just don’t get it. I say something and the opposite happens. Am I cursed?

LRK manages to stay on his feet as he yanks at the ropes, pulling the steel cables up to try and free his arm! Trying to take advantage, Zephyr gets another running start and takes aim, nailing another chairshot to King’s shoulder! She isn’t done there as she winds up and continues to hit the monster of a man with shot after shot! King kneels and the cables restraining his arm relax. With surprising speed, King stands up, his arm coming free of the ropes and grabs Zephyr by the throat, raising her up and dropping her down through the table at the side of the ring in a shower of thumb tacks and splinters!

Terra Skye: That could NOT have felt pleasant!

Boy: Comfort is for shoes!

Johnny Vegas: Well, at least I get to watch these two tear each other apart.

LRK climbs over the ropes and jumps down through the table where Zephyr had fallen! Ref Jeff scrambles into position to make a pinfall but just as he does so, LRK roars in rage… Zephyr is nowhere to be seen! LRK turns around just in time to see Zephyr stand up on the other side of the ring, aiming a cordless nail gun at him! Without a moment’s hesitation, Zephyr fires at LRK, a nail embedding itself deep into LRK’s chest! Roaring, LRK rips through the remains of the table and starts to come over to Zephyr’s side of the ring! Whether through a respect for the champion or the concern of her ammo, Zephyr doesn’t fire until LRK rounds the next corner! Another nail finds its way into LRK’s skin and another! But the monster champion doesn’t stop as he takes projectile after projectile until he comes right up on Zephyr, putting his hand over the nozzle! Daring Zephyr to pull the trigger, she obliges as a nail shoots itself right through LRK’s hand!

Johnny Vegas: The fuck?!

Terra Skye: I think I’m going to be sick.

Boy: In case of emergency quack!

The Legion falls silent, unsure how The Lab Rat King would react. It doesn’t matter though as he brings up his opposite hand and backhands Zephyr right into the barricade! With an animalistic roar, King picks Zephyr up by the back of the neck and bites her in the back of her shoulder! She screams in pain and kicks, but to no avail as King tosses her toward the entrance ramp! She rolls and amazingly, gets right up to her feet as she beacons for LRK to follow her. With that she disappears backstage. With a roar, LRK does the same followed at a distance by Grace and Belle.

Johnny Vegas: Suddenly I feel a lot safer.

Terra Skye: I think we all do.

Johnny Vegas: No one asked you!

Boy: Crime bites back!

Zephyr runs through the back before she finally finds a massive stage, filled with all of the props and gear needed for the gimmick matches of Carnage’s past. In the center stands a rust colored structure, the RAT CAGE. She grins and issues her own animalistic roar, calling The King to his domain. He roars back, rounding the same corner and charges at Zephyr, tackling her through the wall of the cage! The structure creaks as both champion and challenger are torn by the jagged edges of the hole they just made; but neither seem to care as they get to their feet. In the chaos a shadowy figure wearing a dark cloak and a rose pin slips up behind Belle, whispering in her ear and putting a paper bag in her hand. She looked around her for the man but he was gone as quickly as he appeared, his words echoing in her head the only evidence he was even there.

”Use this on the beast to save her.”

She shivers as she looks at the bag, a thick needle syringe containing a green liquid.

Boy: Something wicked this way comes!

Terra Skye: What was that about?

Johnny Vegas: And you call me shifty.

Inside The Rat Cage Zephyr braces herself as LRK charges, looking to back Zephyr into a post with various bolts sticking out of it at odd angles! Zephyr gets her boot up just in time and pushes back with all of her might, staggering LRK backward! Desperately looking around for anything, Zephyr grabs a nearby gusset plate in one hand and a tanzen in the other. With a battle cry that could shake window panes, she raises her arms and jumps, bringing the sharp points down on top of LRK’s shoulders! With all of her might, Zephyr twists the points into King’s skin! However, The Lab Rat King is quick to grab Zephyr’s arms and pull her upward, somehow managing to toss her behind him! Zephyr rolls through and runs up again to LRK, spearing him, chest first into the post! LRK manages to roll off and drops to a knee before standing back up again.

Terra Skye: Neither of these two have any quit in them in this highly anticipated match…

Johnny Vegas: Trust me, the match will only end when one of these two isn’t breathing anymore.

Boy: Quote the pelican, forever more!

With a roar of rage, King grabs Zephyr by the wrists and drives her head first into a metal plate covering a hole in the cage! The wire gives and Zephyr’s head breaks through the cage, but only for a moment as King pulls her back inside! She looks to be completely out of it as he lifts her up and…

Drops her?

Zephyr rolls to the wall of the cage and pulls herself up to her feet, her face a mask of gore and confusion. LRK takes a few steps, stumbling drunkenly, lunging at Zephyr before collapsing! Standing behind him holding an empty syringe, stands Belle, a look of utter bewilderment on her face as she throws the needle to the side and runs to Zephyr’s side. Not having any of it though Zephyr snarls at her.

Zephyr Quinn: WHAT DID YOU DO?!

Belle tries to stammer an explanation but she is cut short by medical staff coming in and swarming King and Zephyr. LRK looks to be completely unconscious as Zephyr is tended to by medical staff. Grace King runs to her husband’s side as Belle tries to console a disheartened Zephyr. She starts, tears in her eyes but Zephyr can only shake her head sadly as she is helped up by medical staff and away from the gruesome scene.

Johnny Vegas: So what the fuck happened?!

Terra Skye: I know you were paying attention, but let me explain it to you--

Johnny Vegas: No, no, I get that Belle ruined the match... I'm asking WHO WON?

Terra Skye: I.. Well, I don't know. Let's just head into a commercial break and we might have some answers when we come back for the main event!

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Zephyr Quinn had been through many things in her life and had overcome most of them up to this point. However, as she sat and was asked how much pain she was in by the medical technician assigned to patch her up after her match with Kane; she was forced to come to the conclusion that she was confused.

And she didn’t like it.

Belle had stabbed Kane with that needle, from behind, and put the big guy down for the count. Zephyr wouldn’t let the match end like that so the no contest decision, while frustrating, made the most sense. A knock on the door pulls her out of her reverie. A man walks through the door, a face that had not been seen by Carnage Wrestling in a long time. The big man smiled at Zephyr, “Tough night.” His smile was genuine as it always was as he embraced his “adopted” daughter in a hug.

“Mac…” It had been a long time since Zephyr had seen Mac Bane, the man she credits for beating the tar out of her and some sense into her. She smiles up at him as the medic finishes and clears the room.

He looked at her, studying her face. Her eyes weren’t quite right, “feeling confused is my guess. Concussions are a bitch.” He knelt in front of her and saw the pain, the confusion, and ultimately the frustration that comes from it. “I know the feeling all too well. It will pass Zephyr, it takes time.” The anger was even more obvious than the concussion. He had seen the match, and knew that she was likely angry at Belle. He gave her a warm smile, “don’t be too hard on her Zeph, she did what a lot of people do when they’re in love.”

“I…” Zephyr stops and shifts her shoulder, recently popped back into place, to better hold herself up. “I know…” Her voice is silent, laced with little snippets of anger. With her good hand she gingerly touches the bandages covering the stitches above her eye. “We’ve been through a lot, you know? I just… There was SO much riding on this match. Last Ultraviolent Champion of Carnage, the only person to beat Kane clean, and it was all just… *Ruined.* Taken away because she was concerned for my safety, even though…” Zephyr stops as she raises her hand to accentuate her point. Instead she wavers slightly and slumps back against the wall. “Even though she’s seen me in situations like that before. I TOLD her she didn’t have to worry, that I’d be fine. Instead she sneaks up and tranqs Kane from behind. That’s NOT how I want to beat him.”

He again gives Zephyr that warm and genuine smile, “I know, and I also know how much that meant to you.” He studies her face again, as if just noticing the real damage. It’s not physical, it’s the emotional pain that strikes him the most. “You may feel like she took that away from you. I think though, she gave you something that most would die for.” He stands up to his full height and walks over to where Zephyr is and helps to stand her back up. He supports her as he walks her back to a chair and sets her down on it gently. “She’s dedicated herself to you, mind, body and soul. If there’s a positive to take away from this, it’s that. More importantly, it’s one of the most rare gifts that anyone can give to another human being.”

“I really hate it when you’re right.” Zephyr smiles warmly at Mac who returns the gesture. After a little hesitation, Zephyr produces an envelope with a red, wax seal already torn apart. She takes the paper out of it and hands it over to Mac. “What do you make of this? It’s an invite to some new place in Seattle opening called Ascendency? Kane and I have been on their radar so they made me an offer. Honestly?” Zephyr shrugs. “It’d be tough to turn down.” She pauses as she smiles. “Means you’d get your house here back.”

He arches an eyebrow, “Seattle?...great city. New company as well. A great way to put your stamp on something from the ground up.” He smiled again, “The house is yours Zeph.” He pulls an envelope of his own out and hands it to her. The tinkle of metal on metal from the envelope made him grin more broadly. “That’s the deed and the keys.”

Zephyr could barely believe what she was hearing. “Well, I guess this means I don’t have to tell you about all the holes in the walls…”

He laughed at her statement, “Sell it Zeph, tell the new owners it’s as is and they can fix it themselves. Real Estate market for sellers is pretty good right now. Washington is expensive so I know every little bit helps.” After a brief pause he says, “I should probably mention this to Jimmy, it might be just the kind of place he’s needing right now. If that’s okay with you?”

“That would be great!” Zephyr hadn’t seen Jimmy in what felt like forever, it’d be great to catch up with her adopted brother. “I’m sure you have other things to get to though. If you don’t mind, I still have to pack some things, and the doctor says I need to take it easy… Like that will ever happen.”

Mac smiled, “I’ll make sure to tell him, I know he’s been missing your conversations.” Zephyr returns the smile as she leans her head back against the cool wall and closes her eyes. When she speaks next, her voice is quiet and tired.

“Sounds good. Thanks Mac. Good to see you.” With that, Zephyr tilts her head back and closes her eyes. It doesn't take her long to fall asleep completely as Mac backs out of the room.

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Terra Skye: Well it was nice to see Mac Bane here tonight. And it looks like Zephyr Quinn might be looking at other possibilities.

Johnny Vegas: Well I mean, there aren't any more possibilities here, now are there?

Terra Skye: I get THAT. Christ, Johnny. Anyway, we're finally here folks! Main Event time! Time to see who walks out of Carnage for the final time as the Chaos AND World Champion!

Lights out.

The bass begins to pump as 'Crazy' by kidneythieves begins and a single light flickers at the entrance.

Terra Skye: Here we go...

From backstage, the Masked Debaters begin to trickle their way onto the ramp in a circle. As the lyrics begin, Ragdoll steps onto the ramp with her CW Chaos championship around her waist. She smiles wildly as she walks past the pack and they slowly move as a unit behind her toward the stage. The group stops sporadically along the entrance and Ragdoll rolls into the ring alone and stands as the music picks up. In almost the same movement, she unbuckles the belt and mounts the turnbuckles, raising the belt to the crowd with a huge smile on her face.

Terra Skye: It looks like Jacky has set up a gauntlet for Catalina

Johnny Vegas: Catalina may not want to come out.

An ear-splitting alarm blares through the Carnage Arena, leaving the Legion wincing in pain as the Carnage Tron flashes: !!!CHAMPION APPROACHING!!!

POP/STARS vs MEGALOVANIA by Dj Cutman kicks in, as the screen shifts to say CATALINA CORTES, complete with an anime cat(resembling a public domain version of Litten to avoid any legal complications) in place of the O.

Catalina Cortes bursts through the curtain, hoisting her Carnage Wrestling Heavyweight Championship to the sky in classic Link-finds-a-treasure fashion, before sliding it over her head and wearing it bandolier style. She wears a metallic orange hoodie, complete with cat ears and RUDO embroidered on the back. Her gear is orange and black, a one-year-ago-nostalgia throwback to her early Carnage days, bereft of her usual big show cosplay. Her back to the ring, she points to the screen still flashing her name for the sake of audience participation...

Carnage Legion: CATALINA CORTES!

She yanks her hood down to unleash a mane of bleach blonde hair, spinning on her heel to face the ring, gleeful defiance dancing in her eyes. She stares down the ramp, past the Debaters at Ragdoll.

Terra Skye: This is going to be a hell of a match.

Johnny Vegas: If Catalina can make it to the ring.

Defiant, Catalina tucks the belt down below her arm and makes her move. She ducks a hook from Jason, clipping him with a spinning back kick, dropping him to his knees.

She moves past Garbage Fence who has found some refuse in the crowd and is loudly celebrating, 'Collections!'. Catalina ducks back as Johnny Love swings, missing wide.

Terra Skye: Did he just try to hit her with an air guitar?

Johnny Vegas: So much for a gauntlet. Halfway there.

Macho and Violet Mist take a wiser approach and square off together against the champion who charges in irregardless. Taken aback by the approach, Violet hesitates just enough for Catalina to thrust herself directly into Macho, flooring him with a devastating knee to the face.

Terra Skye: Massacre at Melrose!

As she rises, Violet Mist moves to swing a hard clothesline, only for the quick reflexes of Catalina to duck under. As she turns, a hand catches her by the throat. Jason, able to recover, hoists the champion high up in an attempted gorilla press, only to catch a stiff boot across his jaw.

Catalina drops to the ground and the massive figure of Hans grabs her, hoisting her bodily into the air, before dropping to the arena floor with a jackknife.

Terra Skye: Soviet Powerbomb!

Johnny Vegas: Cat’s outnumbered, but don’t worry. Lemme finish a couple more scotches and I’ll help her out.

The Debaters, aside from Garbage Fence who has crawled over the barrier and is currently somewhere amongst the crowd giggling about some found treasures, surround the champ and begin laying boots in. Inside the ring, Ref Jeff yells at Jaclyn to help gain control. She feigns ignorance and allows the assault to continue

Another Soviet Powerbomb leaves the champion writhing on the floor, as Jaclyn finally calls for her goons to move Catalina to the ring. They are able to peel the belt from her shoulder, handing it up to Jacky before rolling Catalina in. Jacky stands over Catalina, holding the championship high before the Ref Jeff pulls it from her hand. Jaclyn turns her attention to the referee who retreats to the corner, depositing the belt.

Ref Jeff begins to move around Jacky but she cuts him off, yelling maniacally in a fury of spittle and expletives. He tries to move past but she grabs his face and pulls him in. The bell rings as he reluctantly signals for the match to begin.



Terra Skye: Ref Jeff deciding to ring the bell, but this is gonna be an uphill battle for Catalina, if she’s even able to compete.

Johnny Vegas: Jeff’s trying to prevent a riot. He doesn’t want to be the guy who cancels the last match of our last show.

Terra Skye: Narrowing the chances of Catalina Cortes being our last world champion.

Jaclyn shoves the referee back and turns to Catalina who makes it to one knee. Ragdoll goes for a quick kick stomp on Catalina, only to be leveled by a sweep kick. More shocked than hurt, Ragdoll bounces back to her feet and is eye to eye with the champion.

Terra Skye: Still some fight in Catalina!

Johnny Vegas: C’mon, kid. I’ve got twenty-grand on ya!

Ragdoll swings a right only for it to be blocked and another whipping leg from Catalina drops Ragdoll to her rear. Cat rushes towards the ropes, looking to get momentum but a hand from Hans on the outside grabs her heel. The referee moves over to warn them and Ragdoll takes the opportunity for a quick roll-up.


One…

Johnny Vegas: Oh bulllshit!

Catalina rolls through, moving to her feet lashing out with one kick to Ragdolls shin followed by another to her stomach. A swift shift and the expert striker is able to connect across the chin of Ragdoll. Ragdoll’s face turns back to Catalina and she shakes her head, her wild grin widening. Startled, Catalina is caught by a hand around her neck and Ragdoll rushes her into the corner. Continuing the momentum, Ragdoll thrusts her own forehead into the face of Catalina, dropping her down. Ragdoll grabs the top rope, jumps high and then pulls herself down and towards Catalina with her feet. Catalina narrowly is able to avoid the double foot stomp and rolls to the outside.

Terra Skye: Looks like Cat’s instincts took over and she rolled out to stall Ragdoll’s momentum, but that’s the worst place for her to be right now.

Johnny Vegas: She can’t get pinned outside, but she could get murdered.

Terra Skye: Last show ever, Johnny. Can’t hold anything back.

Across the ring, Jason pulls himself onto the apron and the referee rushes to stop him as the rest of the Debaters close in. Johnny makes another wild swing with his air guitar, tumbling into Violet Mist allowing Catalina to slide into the ring. As she tries to rise, she turns just in time to see the wild clown's heels come driving into her head.

Terra Skye: Button Buster!

Cat’s head ping-pongs off the mat and Ragdoll immediately drops down onto the champion, not bothering to hook the leg. Ref Jeff slides into place for the count.


One!


Two!!

Kickout by Catalina!

Johnny Vegas: Kick out! Hang in there, Cat. Think about my money.

Ragdoll pops to her feet and begins to lay boots to the head of Catalina who tries to roll up and cover herself while she gets her bearings. Warding off much of the force with her forearms, Catalina begins to rise to her feet. Jacky switches to rights but Catalina catches her arm. The champion leers at the challenger who reaches out with the other hand and honks her nose. Catalina narrowly ducks the stiff right that is thrown her way and the clown staggers past.

Terra Skye: Maybe a championship match isn’t the place for slapstick, Ragdoll.

Johnny Vegas: I dunno, the kids are really into that vaudeville shit.

Terra Skye: I can see you crumbling into dust right in front of me. Wet dust.

The two square off once again. The defiant scowl of Catalina, the defending world champion, meets the wild chaotic grin plastered across the clown woman's face. Ragdoll makes the first move, swinging wildly with a Haymaker and again Catalina is able to dodge back, the clubbing blow whiffing her nose by millimeters. Off the ropes, Ragdoll rushes again towards Catalina stopping just short once more before honking her nose one again. Catalina’s face goes red with rage and she whips a high kick at Ragdoll. Ragdoll steps in and catches the leg, tossing Catalina back in an exploder suplex. Catalina is quick to her feet and once again turns to square up with the clown who now stands smiling at the world champion.

Terra Skye: I’m not sure what Ragdoll’s strategy is here.

Johnny Vegas: She’s trying to piss Cat off, and it’s working.

Ragdoll steps forward again, cautiously holding one hand up as if to challenge Catalina to take it. The champion tentatively approaches and reaches for her hand, once again getting rewarded with a quick honk. Snarling, Catalina pulls on the arm, switches her grip, and flips the jester in a snap arm drag takedown. She moves like lightning, rushing from the center of the ring to rebound off the middle rope, bouncing back and catching Ragdoll in springboard tornado DDT.

Ragdoll sits up but the world champ isn't done yet and hits the rope again, but this time a pair of Russian hands pulls down hard on the center rope. The interference sends Catalina tumbling to the outside where Hans and Macho Libre wait. Jacky loudly fakes a pain in her arm causing Ref Jeff to bend down to check on her.

Johnny Vegas: Maybe don’t trust the devious clown lady, Jeff.

Terra Skye: The man’s a professional through and through.

Outside the ring, Catalina wastes no time laying into the larger of the two but once again the numbers overwhelm her. Macho grabs her from behind and together with Hans, the pair is able to lift Catalina up and drive her face first into the apron before sliding her back in.

Terra Skye: Catalina is tough as nails but there's just so many Debaters. Ragdoll’s used everything from numbers to nose-boops to control the pace of this match.

Pulling Catalina up to her feet, Jacky holds onto one arm, tugging hard while bringing her leg up to land a ripcord knee into Cat’s cheek. Catalina drops again and Jacky now feigns a cramp in her leg. Hans drags Catalina towards the apron while Macho and Violet start taking cheap shots. Ragdoll hobbles a bit and seems to recover just as Catalina is released. Ragdoll grabs a leg to drag Catalina towards the center but the champion fights back, shoving Jacky backwards with her leg. She begins to rise but Ragdoll rushes forward and connects hard with a missile dropkick which shoots Catalina back towards the corner and the waiting mob.

Jacky once again experiences an issue, this time with her boot seeming to be loose as Macho and Violet pull Catalina into the bottom turnbuckle in an attempt to strangle her. Ref Jeff turns and sees them, moving away from the clown to warn the pair, who seem confused on what he could be talking about. Jacky takes the opportunity to help Catalina to her feet, but Catalina has other plans, plants her feet, and dumps Ragdoll over the top rope. The pack of Debaters converge on their would be leader. They move to help her back up and just happen to be in the right place at the right time to experience the full force of the corkscrew plancha as Catalina dives from the top rope. She levels the six Debators and Ragdoll and the group collapses in a heap with Catalina on top. The Legion roars in approval.

Terra Skye: That's what you call a Catalina Wine Mixer.

Johnny Vegas: The fucking Catalina Wine Mixer!

Catalina crawls off the pack, using the guardrail to steady herself. Jaclyn's left arm lifts, then her right. Her head turns to Catalina and she sits up. In the same jerking motion, she pulls herself to her feet.

Johnny Vegas: Fucking weird.

Terra Skye: Does anyone in 2021 actually like clowns?

Johnny Vegas: I think there was a painting one that was supposed to be pretty good.

Catalina looks down at the pack and up to Ragdoll and then over to the ring. She takes her chances in the safety of the ring and Ragdoll slides in just behind her. Catalina is quick and connects with the opposite rope, but this time Ragdoll wins the race and a hard lariet knocks the wind out of Catalina’s sails. Quick to recover, as Ragdoll reaches for a follow up, Catalina spins on the ground and uses her momentum and weight to pull down on Ragdoll, locking one arm between her powerful thighs. She pulls Ragdoll in and stretches her arm back.

Johnny Vegas: Holy shit! Catalina just caught Ragdoll in Nook’s Cranny!

Terra Skye: The bank always collects!

Ref Jeff goes to check on Ragdoll but stops. She's laughing. Despite her arm being wrenched back, Jaclyn Pierrot is wildly laughing, her piercing golden eyes dilated and locked on Catalina. Catalinas expression changes to shock as the clown’s trapped arm begins to wriggle free and she starts to rotate towards her.

Johnny Vegas: Well... that’s fucking gross.

Terra Skye: Does she not have ligaments?

As the hand pops free, Catalina pushes off and rolls back to her feet, squaring off once again at the clown.

Terra Skye: What does it take to put down Ragdoll? She just shrugged off Catalina’s go-to submission.

Johnny Vegas: Laughed like it was a tickle-fight.

Terra Skye: ...What?

Ragdoll once again moves toward the champion. A well placed shin kick from Catalina slows her down and another to Ragdoll’s stomach halts her progress completely. Ragdoll ducks a third kick to the face and shoves herself against her attacker’s back, arms around the waist before tipping Catalina back into a Saito suplex. Ragdoll rolls through and pulls Catalinas legs into a surfboard before reaching down to pull Catalina back into the air by her arms.

Terra Skye: Jesus no! Catalina was just cleared!

Jacky’s foot is placed on the back of the champion's head before she puts her full weight down, driving Catalina face first into the mat with a sickening thud that leaves her laying limp.

Terra Skye: The Killing Joke. And that may be it for Catalina Cortes’ reign as Carnage World Champion.

Jaclyn wastes no time in going for the pin, and Ref Jeff hits the canvas to make the count


One!


Two!


Kickout by Catalina!

Johnny Vegas: Fuck yes! Another kickout! Hang in there, Cat! Pull this one out and you’re welcome to fifty dollars of my prize money.

Terra Skye: I can’t imagine where Catalina is getting this strength from.

Johnny Vegas: I'll tell you where. This is the heart of the lion. She's the Pride of Carnage Wrestling. And maybe the power of that barely repressed rage that’s always popping out.

Terra Skye: Great lesson, Johnny. The more you repress your anger without addressing it, the more powerful it becomes, until one day you become invincible.

Johnny Vegas: I feel like I’m being condescended to.

Ragdoll argues with the referee, this time getting into his face and he wisely backs away hands raised. Catalina lays limp in the mat. Ragdoll indicates that he needs to do better and turns back to her victim who is just beginning to stir. Pulling her up by the hair, Jacky forces Catalina back first once more into the corner. She starts with a simple right and that one feels so good she goes for a second, then a third. The referee waves his hands for her to stop and she shoves him back and begins again, one punch, two punch, red punch, blue punch. The ref moves again to break them up and Jacky turns her attention his way. Catalina pulls herself back in the corner and thrusts out with a high boot, connecting hard with the side of Ragdolls head. Ragdoll tries to turn back but another stiff high stomp rattles her and she staggers back. Catalina thrusts herself from the corner, leaping into the air with her knee aimed at Ragdoll’s face. Ragdoll ducks out of the way, narrowing avoiding disaster.

Terra Skye: Massacre at Melrose attempt, but Ragdoll saw it coming.

As Catalina turns, Ragdoll’s arms suddenly are around her neck and her chin is suddenly drilled by Ragdoll’s shoulder. The force snaps Cat’s head backwards and she topples to the mat like a once mighty, five-foot tall oak.

Terra Skye: Punchline!!

Johnny Vegas: This could be it…


One!


Two!!


Kickout by Catalina!!

Jaclyn is livid and thrusts herself to her feet, making a beeline to the referee. In a panic, he exits the ring as she chases him. The Masked Debaters see their opportunity and begin to fill into the ring.

Suddenly, the lights go out as Bonnie Tyler's "Holding Out For A Hero" begins to play, with spotlights searching the rafters for the hero.

Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?

Finally every light converges onto the middle of the ring, and the color turns to green with the symbol of the Avenger appearing on the video wall.

Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn, I dream of what I need

Right as Bonnie says, "I need a hero!", Avenger rappels straight down from the ceiling, between the recovering Catalina and the encroaching Debaters

Terra Skye: It's the Avenger!!!

Johnny Vegas: Fuck it, I’ll play along. Heroes never say die!

No hesitation, a quick Superhero Kick sends Macho off the apron. With superheroic reflexes, Vengy ducks a stiff right from Jason, before Violet Mist grabs him from behind. Avenger kicks off of Jason's chest, sending him tumbling through the ropes, and he rolls through. Mist tries to recover but Catalina and Avenger share a nod and a pair of Superhero Kicks send Mist tumbling after his friend. The larger Hans looks down at his partners and pulls himself onto the apron. Avenger turns and rebounds off the rope while Catalina slides onto her hands and knees in front of Hans like a human tabletop. Avenger uses her as a springboard to throw himself at Hans and he collides mightily, driving the huge man down onto his fellow Debaters.

Terra Skye: Looks like the Caped Crusader saved the day. The odds are a little more even, but Cat still needs to put Ragdoll away.

Behind Catalina, Ref Jeff keeps running from Jacky and slides back into the ring for safety. Jacky finally catches hold of him just as Catalina leaps towards the clown.

Johnny Vegas: She's going for the Massacre again!

Jaclyn Pierrot narrowly ducks the oncoming champion and Catalina clips the referee! The colliding knee sends Jeff twisting to the canvas in a heap of black and white.

Terra Skye: Ref Jeff has been clipped accidentally.

Johnny Vegas: Considering what a bad job he’s done keeping order for this match, I’d say maybe “accidentally.”

Cat attempts to help him recover and Jacky is able to slither away, getting handed something by her own Johnny.

Terra Skye: What was that?

Catalina turns back to Jaclyn who now stands in the center of the ring. She cautiously approaches, only for Jaclyn to level her magnum at Catalina.

Terra Skye: Jesus fucking Christ, she has a gun!

Johnny Vegas: I always thought it’d be me pulling a gun on someone in this arena.

Catalina stops in her tracks, the wild clown’s golden eyes locked on her. Jaclyn pulls the trigger.


bang.


A sign rolls out of the gun. Jacky looks down at the pistol in her hand and then over to Johnny Love.

'You mother….' Jaclyn can be heard growling as she turns her fury in Love's direction. Catalina seizes the opportunity and shoots forward, connecting hard with the right person this time, her knee driving into Ragdoll’s face with the fury of a thousand suns.

Terra Skye: Massacre at Melrose! Much kneeded!

Johnny Vegas: Did you pronounce the K?

Jaclyn staggers back, but does not fall. She yells furiously and rushes forward, swinging the useless pistol at Catalina's face. A swift knee causes Jaclyn to drop the pistol and Catalina tucks her arm down.

Terra Skye: This could be it! The world champion finally has some momentum!

The crowd roars and she drops down hard, driving the jester into the canvas.


CATA-CLYSM! CATA-CLYSM!


Catalina turns and begins to make her way to the corner but something makes her stop. In a familiar movement, one hand of Ragdoll's rises then another. She sits upright. Catalina turns and throws herself into a spin, her foot clipping hard across the rising clown. The Blaze Kick puts Jacky back down. Catalina wastes no more time, leaping onto the top rope and looking down at Jaclyn, then back out to the Legion faithful.

Carnage Legion: CATALINA CORTES!

Johnny Vegas: Catalina Cortes and twenty-thousand dollars!

Terra Skye: Silver Arrow!

Catalina flies off the top rope, twisting in midair as her body contorts into a 630-degree splash. She lands hard on top of Ragdoll, reeling from the impact, but manages to find the strength to hook the clown’s leg.


One!


Two!!


Three!!!



Kelly Carmichael: Your winner… and new Carnage Wrestling Chaos Champion… And STILL Carnage Wrestling World Champion…

Kelly Carmichael pauses for a beat so that the Legion can join in the official announcement.

Kelly Carmichael and the Carnage Legion: CATALINA CORTES!!!

Terra Skye: Guess sometimes you gotta take an arrow to a gunfight.

Johnny Vegas: Great joke.

Ref Jeff collects the Chaos and Carnage World Championships from ringside, preparing to present them to Catalina. The double-champ braces herself on the ropes with one arm, pointing to the Carnage-Tron with the other. It flashes her name and the Legion roars again.

Carnage Legion: CATALINA CORTES!!!

Amid the flashes, Ragdoll vanishes from where she fell, like an unkillable slasher villain. Catalina and Ref Jeff look to the spot, then to each other, exchanging looks of baffled unease. Ref Jeff shrugs, offering Catalina her two championships. She takes them, sliding one over each shoulder, as Ref Jeff raises her hand to complete the official part of her victory ceremony. Avenger slides back into the ring following the fracas, helping Catalina to stay vertical as the Legion showers them both with adulation. Beaten and battered, Catalina barely manages to climb one corner and hold the titles high. Wincing all the way, she does it for the sake of final photo ops commemorating Carnage Wrestling’s final match. Somewhere in the crowd Garbage Fence can be heard yelling.

Garbage Fence: Collections!

A smile finally creeps across Catalina’s face, a time to savor her victory and her time with the company. Her name flashes on the Tron, and the Legion enables her bravado one last time.

Carnage Legion: CATALINA CORTES!!!

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Terra Skye: Wow, what a main event! I.. I can't believe this is i--

The intro to "Amen" by Halestorm fills the arena and the hype video for Ken Davison plays on the tron. Ken Davison steps out from the back as the first verse finishes. He is wearing a black suit with an orange undershirt and a black tie. “Amen” fades out as Halestorm’s “MzHyde” fades in. Ken steps to the side and motions to the entrance where “The Jawdropper” Kyra Johnson steps out from the back.

Wearing a short black dress with an orange belt and topped off with orange heels, Kyra steps out onto the stage, looking out over the crowd with a soft smile on her face. She glances over at Ken, who nods his head.

Ken takes Kyra by the hand and the two walk down to the ring. As they get down to the ringside area, Ken leads Kyra to the stairs. As she walks up the stairs, Ken jumps up to the ring and holds the ropes open for Kyra.

Johnny Vegas: Oh for fucks sake.. The show’s over! Carnage is over! Can’t we just cut the lights and leave these two to do--

Terra Skye: Oh shut the fuck up Johnny. The show ends, hell, Carnage ends when it ends.

Boy: MOTHERS GRAVE IS WITHOUT NOTES!

Ken asks for a microphone as Catalina looks on. Ken puts his hand up, gesturing that he isn’t looking for a fight before turning and taking a microphone from one of the ringside staff.

Ken Davison: I just want to say congratulations to Ragdoll for a hell of a match and Catalina Cortes for Retaining the Carnage Wrestling Heavyweight Championship. What I’d like to do now is invite everyone in the back to come to the ring for a moment.

The Carnage roster comes out to the ringside area while Ken and Kyra stand in the middle of the ring.

Ken Davison: Would anyone out here right now want to step forward and speak about.. About Carnage?

No one immediately steps forward, that is until Catalina Cortes steps up and takes the microphone from Davison and adjusts the Carnage World and Chaos Championships, clasps intertwined, worn like a golden feather boa across her shoulders. Still exhausted from the main event, she keeps herself steady on the ring ropes. When she teases speaking, the Legion cheers, so she taunts them a few more seconds before jumping into her final Carnage promo.

Catalina Cortes: I guess everybody's bad at goodbyes, but I’m not about to let my last night in this arena end on a sour note.

The Legion approves.

Catalina Cortes: I never expected to care so much about a warehouse in Baltimore, but here we are.

Another cheap pop from the Legion at the champ’s obvious behest.

Catalina Cortes: I just want to say thanks for giving me a chance, to everyone who gave me a chance. And thanks for sticking with me, everyone who stuck with me. I love Carnage, I love you guys, and I hope we all meet again before I die on the way back to my home planet. Being a wrestler here has been amazing and being your champion is an honor I don’t know if I’ll ever top. If there was any hype, I hope I lived up to it. If there wasn’t, I hope I didn’t disappoint anybody. Thanks for making me better. I couldn’t have done it without you.

Another pop, as Cat adjusts her championships and smirks to the crowd.

Catalina Cortes: I know deep down that this isn’t goodbye, so until next time… Love and peace, bitches. I am your Carnage World Champion…

The champion leans over the ropes, microphone ready, as the Legion joins her.

Catalina Cortes and the Carnage Legion: CATALINA CORTES!!!

The Crowd cheers the World/Chaos Champ as she steps down and moves to hand the microphone back to Ken Davison, but as he grasps it in his hand, another hand rests on top - As Kyra Johnson nods her head and he relinquishes his hold on the mic as Kyra takes it and steps forward, shaking her head.

Kyra Johnson: I'm not really sure I know what to say.. But since this is my last chance - I wanted to at least say something.

The Legion cheers.

Kyra Johnson: You all have put up with me and my bullshit for over ten years now, through the good...and the bad. I'm not really sure I can put into words how much that means to me. To all of us. Thank you for always pushing us all to give you the best shows possible - And I hope that we did that. But on a more selfish note...

Her voice trails off as the crowd continues cheering.

Kyra Johnson: Thank you for being a part of the majority of my career... I'm going to miss being here, in this old, dusty warehouse. I'm going to miss the Carnage Legion... I'm going to miss it all. Thank you..

She finishes to applause as she steps back and hands the microphone back to Ken, as she wipes a few tears from her cheeks. Ken takes his turn and steps forward.

Ken Davison: Before I start, I wanted to say a few words about my time here in Carnage Wrestling.

Ken takes a deep breath before he starts talking.

Ken Davison: When I came here, I was a much different person. Anyone who knows me and my career knows this. I came here because a friend of mine knew my situation and said if I wanted to come back to the business, this was the place to do it. When I stepped into that parking lot at Chaos 75, people thought I was the only person to ever have a heart attack without actually having a heart.

Ken lowers the microphone for a minute, taking Kyra's hand while tearing up.

Ken Davison: More fame, more money, more championships… I found what I was looking for. More importantly, I found something I wasn't looking for. Kyra and I, we weren't supposed to happen. As luck would have it, I found someone with just as much baggage as I have, but at least it matched. Carnage Wrestling is really the best thing that has ever happened to me, both professionally and personally.

Ken turns so he is facing Kyra, looking directly into her eyes.

Ken Davison: Now, I’ll admit, when I heard Carnage was closing down, I went back to my old ways and I selfishly asked for this spot. I have loved my time here in Carnage, and I want to go out on a high note. But, there's something that's been bothering me. Kyra, I need you to answer one question.

Ken stops, watching Kyra nervously. Kyra's eyes widened, her eyes glassy as she noticed the anxiousness in Ken's face. Ken looks down and lets go of Kyra's hand, turning his back for a moment. Ken takes a second to compose himself and turns back around.

Ken Davison: So. Kyra…

Ken drops down to one knee and holds out a ring.

Ken Davison: What are you doing with the rest of your life?

A tear slides down Kyra's cheek as she smiles down at Ken. She kneels down in front of him and leans into the microphone.

Kyra Johnson: Spending it with you, of course.

Ken reaches over and pulls Kyra in for a deep, passionate kiss. From out of the crowd of wrestlers walk Carnage Wrestling alumni Mac Bane and Hall of Fame Inductee Amber Ryan. Amber embraces Kyta who has an even more surprised look while Ken, who obviously planned this, holds his hand out to Mac who pulls him in and hugs him.

Terra Skye: What a sweet way to end this show...

Johnny Vegas: Bleh.

Boy: UNDER GRAVES!

Terra Skye: Oh, Johnny.. Stop. This is it, you know. This is the end.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, I know, I know. And it fucking sucks, okay?! This job gave me something I didn't have, after I lost my wife and son. It gave me stability and in some fucked up way, it allowed me to have fun again, when I didn't believe I'd ever be able to.

Terra Skye: Oh, Johnny... I'm--

Johnny Vegas: Oh shut it. This damn place has given me something to look forward to and now? Hell, I don't know. But it's been a great run folks and I'm damn appreciative of the opportunity to do what I've been doing for the last 11 years or so.. Give or take a bit. Either way, I'm grateful, even if I haven't always been. So.. Terra... You're alright. Hell you're more than alright. You're one of the best commentators I've ever had the chance to work with, or listen to. And Boy?

Boy: Level?

Johnny Vegas: I've never understood a damn thing you've said but I'll give you one thing, you've got heart and you've got passion. And I... Respect that about you. So here's to us....And Ray.

Johnny brings out two more glasses from under his desk and fills them with his choice whiskey and slides them to Terra and Boy. All three of them hold up their glasses as the crowd cheers.

Terra Skye: Cheers, boys.

Boy: Die TWEEVER!!

Johnny Vegas: Yes, die tweever.

Terra Skye: Thank you, Legion, for all these years. And thank you Johnny, and Boy..and Ray for being the ying to my yang. You all are one in a million and I'm very grateful to have had the pleasure of working with you for all these years. We hope you enjoyed Underground, hell, we hope you enjoyed everything that Carnage Wrestling has ever put out for you all to view. Goodnight folks.. And Goodbye!

Johnny Vegas: See ya.

And with that, the show fades out to an old school Carnage Wrestling Logo, followed by the Carnage Network Logo.