We Are Relentless 2020 Results

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Terra Skye: Well that was certainly an interesting interaction between Jack Michaels and Zephyr Quinn.

Johnny Vegas: THAT BITCH!

Terra Skye: Oh please. She’s entitled to her opinion - Just the same as everyone else.

Boy: SEVENTY FROGS FOR SALE!

Terra Skye: ...Anyway. We Are Relentless continues with what could be the penultimate chapter in the story of Matt Knox taking on the forces of Insidious.

Johnny Vegas: Look at the big brain on Ms. Public University! What's that word even mean though?

Terra Skye: It means "second to last", and you'd know that if cheap liquor hadn't already rotted what few brain cells you were born with in the first place. If Knox and his team are able to win this match, Matt Knox will finally have a one-on-one match with Sah'ta Thor, the man he hates more than any one person or any one thing in this world.

Johnny Vegas: You know, I just don't get what Knox's issue with Insidious is. If you ask me, Thor's just misunderstood!

Terra Skye: That's exactly what the leader of Insidious wants you to think. Thor's ability to control the narrative, gaslight, and bring out the worst in his followers is what makes Insidious such a dangerous force in Carnage Wrestling. They'll do anything for Thor, and they'll do whatever it takes to see his twisted vision of the future come to reality. I'm just glad that Adrienne Levi, Matt Knox, and Silvio Leon have stepped up to stop Insidious from consuming Carnage Wrestling like the cancer those not blinded by Thor's propaganda know it to be.

Johnny Vegas: You know, you talk about Insidious as if they're a bunch of evil villains, but last time I checked, Nathaniel Grant-

Terra Skye: I'm not going to debate you, Johnny. You're not worth it. Plus, the time for talk is over. Let's head ringside for the introductions for what will undoubtedly be a pivotal moment in the careers of all involved. Besides, you couldn’t stand Thor a few weeks ago and now you’re abdicating for him? Please, decide which side of the fence you wanna be on… Then maybe I can take you seriously.

Johnny Vegas: Just because I don’t know a mans name, doesn’t mean I dislike him. BITCH!

The siren song of Insidious, a mashup between "Broken Dreams" by Shaman's Harvest and "Burn it Down" by Linkin Park, plays all throughout the arena as Aaron Fredrick Hudson, Lu Chen "Kyuubi" Hudson, and Melificent "Poppy" Lasciel come out onto the entrance ramp, all wearing matching ring gear, all presenting a united front. After a few seconds of the three staring out into the crowd and soaking in the chorus of boos that greet them, they all make their way to the ring.

Johnny Vegas: See, lookie here. They’re coming out as a unit.

Terra Skye: As much as I hate to admit it, I have to wonder if the close bonds of Insidious give them an edge. Adrienne Levi and Silvio Leon seem to be good friends with Matt and all three of the talented wrestlers seem to mesh well with each other, but Levi and Leon are new recruits to this war, and Insidious are seasoned veterans.

In a further show of union and solidarity, Insidious is introduced as a group.

Kelly Carmichael: The following is a six-person tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, at a combined weight of 456 pounds... the team of Aaron Fredrick Hudson, Kyuubi, and Melificent Lasciel... they are... INSIDIOUS!

The three members of Insidious all begin warming up in the ring and talking strategy with each other as they wait for their opponents. Soon enough, the melancholy bassline of “The Game” by TRAPT begins to ring throughout the arena when, all of a sudden, it appears as if the track starts to skip. The stage lights cut out completely for a moment as the fog that usually accompanies Matt Knox’s entrance continues to gather. After a moment the lights snap back on in a deep blue as the guitar of “Overcome” by Creed tears forth from the speakers. As the verse begins, Matthew steps out onto the stage to the cheers of the legion in attendance. He reaches up and removes the hood of the sleeveless hoodie he’s adorned in and raises his arms.

Kelly Carmichael: And their opponents, introducing first from Monterey, California...weighing in at Two Hundred and Forty-Four pounds...Matthew “The Raven” Knox!!!

He runs to either end of the stage, pumping the fans up. He pauses a moment to pay Johnny Vegas a two fingered salute, before returning to the middle of the stage and waiting, bouncing in place as he waits for Adrienne Levi and Silvio Leon to make their way from the back, eyes locked on Insidious as they await the three in the ring.

Johnny Vegas: This fucker.

Terra Skye: Sure, Matt Knox hasn’t been a model father, but I’m sorry - The guy seems like he’s trying and I gotta respect that.

Johnny Vegas: It’s all a PLOY!

The house lights are dimmed to near darkness as smoke gathers around the entrance at the top of the ramp. The opening guitar solo of "Superstition" by Kyle Primus echoes across the audience in the dim, with the Carnagetron showing flickering black-and-white images of a Ouija board planchette moving on its own slowly along the arc of letters printed across the board beneath it, raw crystals and tarot cards scattered around its borders. Just as the rest of the band kicks in to join the guitar, the entrance is bathed in beams of black light, Silvio walking through them, cast in their unnatural glow for a moment before the house lights flash back to life.

Kelly Carmichael: From Seattle Washington, weighing in at 195 pounds, he is your Mystifying Oracle, Silvio Leon!

He brings both hands up to eye level, palms out, fingertips touching to create a triangular planchette shape out of the negative space before throwing his arms down, with pyro firing off to either side of him.

Johnny Vegas: FREAK!

Terra Skye: I’d love it if he’d teleport you to another dimension.

Johnny Vegas: I’d love it if you’d shut the fuck up but I guess neither of us are getting what we want.

He stands at the entrance with Matt, waiting for Adrienne to come out. As she does, Matt and Silvio stand to either side of her, flexing and leaning over slightly at the waist, framing her between them for a moment before starting down the ramp to the ring. Silvio interacts heavily with whatever audience may be present - winks, finger guns, high-fives, exaggerated, wounded reactions to anyone who might boo their trio that dissolve into laughter. Silvio joins Knox on the ramp, giving him a casual fist bump as they both await their partner.

The house lights dim as Waterproof Blonde’s lead singer Rachel Hagen declared, “Inside me a light was turned on, then I was alive!!” Right at that instant, the lights flashed back on in a purple hue as "Just Close Your Eyes" went into its electric chorus. Adrienne Levi makes her entrance adorned in a long-sleeved purple top, purple and black tights stylized with her logo, and a pair of shiny new black and purple boots.

Kelly Carmichael: Finally, hailing from Clearwater, Florida, weighing in 135 pounds, this is Adrienne Levi!

Johnny Vegas: LOOOOSERRRRRR!!!

Terra Skye: Oh my God… Adrienne Levi is one of the most promising up and comers that this promotion has seen in a long time!

Boy: BUY MY FANGS!

Smiling at the announcement, Adrienne scanned the crowd before making her way down to the ring. Bumping fists with any fans in the ringside area, eventually she joined Matt Knox and Silvio Leon in the middle of the ramp. The three competitors look at each other, nod, and dash the rest of the way down the entrance ramp, sliding into the ring, all three immediately locking eyes with their opponents. For a few tense seconds it looks like all six competitors are about to start an all-out melee in the ring, but Silvio and Levi both put their hands on Matt's shoulders and lead him back to their corner. The two teams spend the final few seconds before the match deciding who will compete first, and it ends up being AFH and Knox sharing a ring together as Boy rings the bell.

Boy: WHO WATCHES THE WATCHMEN?!



Boy emphatically rings the bell, shattering it in two, and a nearby ringside assistant calmly takes it away and replaces it with another one, pulling from a small box seemingly filled with nothing but timekeeper's bells since apparently Boy tends to forget how strong he is. AFH and Knox meet in the center of the ring, and AFH smirks and begins talking to Knox. Knox doesn't say a word... he just nails AFH straight in the jaw! AFH staggers back, and Knox lands a liver kick! AFH continues retreating, stumbling backwards, and Knox catches him with an elbow to the side of his face!

Johnny Vegas: Oh, Booooo.

Terra Skye: What did you expect exactly?

Johnny Vegas: I don’t really know.

AFH loses his balance, going to his knees momentarily before getting up and retreating to the ropes! Knox pulls himself forward by grabbing onto AFH's jeans as AFH retreats, landing a clubbing blow to the back of AFH's neck! AFH ducks under the middle rope and extends his body to where he's half-in and half-out of the ring, doing his best to dodge Knox's fists, but Knox continues attacking! Knox didn't say a word to AFH to begin the match, but he's now screaming and shouting as he continues to hit AFH with shot after shot after shot!

Johnny Vegas: Somebody get that maniac back in his corner! Do your damn job ref!

The referee does indeed step in to force a rope break, and Matthew Knox comes dangerously close to disqualifying himself by shoving the referee out of the way. The referee stumbles into the ropes and attempts to regain his balance, his back turned to the competitors in the ring, as Knox's tag partners begin shouting at him to calm down. With Matt in a blind rage and risking instant disqualification every passing second, Adrienne Levi attempts to enter the ring to pull Knox off AFH, but the referee immediately warns her away as he's getting back to his feet.

Terra Skye: Oh come on, she’s trying to get him to calm down so he doesn’t disqualify their team and all this ends up being for nothing.

Johnny Vegas: Hell it might all be for nothing anyway. You don’t know.

Terra Skye: You’re right. I don’t.

With the ref's back still turned, AFH nails a low blow on Matt Knox! With Knox continuing to fire bombs at AFH, the Insidious member drops to his knees and lands an uppercut right up into Matt Knox's most private area! The referee turns around to warn Matt Knox that if he tries anything like that again he'll be instantly disqualified, but his look of stern admonishment turns to confusion as Knox writhes in pain on all fours!

Terra Skye: There! There are your heroes, Johnny! That's Insidious!

Johnny Vegas: Matt Knox was attacking him like a mad dog! He was ignoring the rules of the match! He shoved a referee! Matt Knox should be disqualified! This whole match should be thrown out! Matthew Knox got exactly what he deserved for his blatant and flagrant disregard of the rules of this match!

Boy: ON FRIDAY NIGHT A COMEDIAN DIED IN NEW YORK!

Terra Skye: BULLSHIT!

AFH hauls up the wounded Matt Knox and shoves him into a corner of the ring, where he begins landing hard spears to Matt Knox's gut. After three consecutive spears, Matt Knox goes down, his head resting on the bottom turnbuckle, and AFH begins stomping a mudhole in his opponent. The referee warns AFH to stop and then quickly begins a five-count, but AFH pauses at four and a half and cockily grins to the audience, who boo mightily. He then heads over to his corner of the ring and tags in his wife, Kyuubi, and the two execute some double-team offense. AFH pushes his wife into the ropes, then whips her forward hard with an Irish Whip, and the added momentum adds extra impact, as Kyuubi launches herself towards the still-prone Matt Knox and catches him with a Missile Dropkick right into the corner! Kyuubi drags Knox to the center of the ring and goes for the first pinfall of the match!


ONE!


TWO!!!

And Matt Knox defiantly kicks out at two! Both competitors get up, and Matt Knox begins showing signs of a second wind! Kyuubi attempts a kick to the gut, but Matthew catches it, only for Kyuubi to counter with an Enzugiri! Knox is sent stumbling into the ropes, and Kyuubi quickly closes the distance, sending Knox across the ring with an Irish Whip! On his return, Knox manages to duck under a Yakuza Kick, and when Kyuubi turns around, Knox blasts her with a superkick! Knox scrambles over to his corner of the ring and tags in Adrienne Levi! Levi heads to the top rope and waits for Kyuubi to turn around! When she does, Levi goes sailing, catching Kyuubi with a Top Rope Crossbody! Adrienne rolls with the impact and gets back up to her feet as the fans cheer!

Terra Skye: Adrienne has a lot to prove in this match and she's giving it her all!

Johnny Vegas: She's out of her league! One wrong move and Insidious will send her back to reality right on her ass!

Boy: THE DUSK REEKS OF FORNICATION AND BAD CONSCIENCES!

Levi eyes up Kyuubi and plans her next move. Kyuubi manages to get up on her knees and elbows, and Levi runs at her, floats over her, grabs her up, and catches her in a Schoolboy Roll Up! The referee begins counting the pin!


ONE!


TWO!!

And Melificent Lasciel breaks up the pin with a big boot to Adrienne Levi! Levi gets up holding her jaw as Matt Knox enters the ring and immediately begins running for Lasciel! But Adrienne Levi ends up holding him back! Levi is making sure Knox doesn't do anything else that might get the match thrown out! Knox eyes the Insidious corner angrily and goes back behind the ropes, but when Levi turns around, she's blasted with a Superkick by Kyuubi! Too late, Matt Knox curses and realizes the error of his ways, and pounds the turnbuckle pads to try and raise some support for Levi. The fans cheer and begin clapping in unison, but it's all for naught as Levi is dragged over to the Insidious corner. Kyuubi tags in Lasciel, and together the two execute a devastating Powerbomb/Double Knee Backbreaker combo!

Johnny Vegas: See? And now he just costed his team!

Terra Skye: I’ll admit, he’s gotta keep himself in check because this did hurt their team, but Adrienne is a tough competitor. She did just beat Insidious’ leader at Chaos 96.

Johnny Vegas: Didn’t happen.

Terra Skye: Are you serious?

Johnny Vegas: I said I do not recall. Therefore it didn’t happen.

Levi rolls around in pain clutching her back as Poppy walks around her, rubbing her eyes and pretending to cry, mocking Levi! When Levi tries to grab hold of Lasciel, Lasciel angrily swats her arm away and drops a stiff knee right to Levi's prone body, catching her right in the stomach. Lasciel drags Levi to her feet and sends her right back down, pulling Levi down by her hair into a backbreaker! The referee admonishes Lasciel for the hair pull but Lasciel shrugs and smiles. Lasciel stalks Levi as Levi gets to her feet. When Levi turns around, Lasciel attempts a Springboard Moonsault, but Levi ducks and Lasciel goes sailing past her, landing hard on her stomach! Levi runs at Lasciel and lands a Double Foot Stomp to her back, using her opponent as a springboard, springing forward and tagging in Silvio Leon!

Terra Skye: She got the tag! Silvio Leon is about to take it to Insidious!

Johnny Vegas: And what the hell is he doing?

Boy: ALL WE EVER SEE OF STARS ARE THEIR OLD PHOTOGRAPHS!

Silvio Leon springboards into the ring over the top rope, but he doesn't immediately go after his downed opponent. Instead, Leon waits for Lasciel to get up, then begins pointing towards AFH and motioning him forward. Lasciel looks confused, but AFH nods, and Lasciel goes over to the Insidious corner and tags in AFH. Leon nods, goes to the center of the ring, and motions AFH forward. Leon begins bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet as he continues to motion to AFH, urging him to come closer. AFH looks confused, but then smirks and shrugs, and attempts to hit Leon with a big haymaker! Leon sidesteps and keeps bouncing left and right, circling AFH! AFH locks his jaw in frustration and begins letting his fists fly, but Leon keeps dodging! Every time AFH goes to throw a shot, the next second, Leon simply isn't there!

Terra Skye: And what do you think of this?

Johnny Vegas: I think it’s horseshit.

AFH attempts a right cross, but Leon ducks under, then AFH attempts a left uppercut, but Leon dodges to the side! AFH rushes forward in frustration with a Clothesline but Leon leans backwards Matrix-style and AFH nearly falls over his own two feet as Leon arches his body back up, turns towards AFH, and begins shouting at him! Leon backs up into a corner of the ring and motions AFH forward! And the Insidious member takes the bait! AFH rushes forward and begins assaulting Leon, but Leon uses the rope-a-dope defense! Almost every ounce of force generated by AFH's punches gets absorbed by the ring ropes and turnbuckles, rather than being absorbed by Leon's face or body!

Johnny Vegas: Stand still and take it like a man you tarot reading tattooed freak!

Terra Skye: He's embarrassing Aaron Fredrick Hudson and wearing him out all at the same time! Hudson is gassing himself out because he can't handle anyone daring to disrespect him!

Boy: I'M JUST A PUPPET WHO CAN SEE THE STRINGS!

And just like always, Terra Skye calls it correctly! The second Leon senses AFH's punches beginning to slow, he makes his move! He ducks under AFH, and when AFH turns, Leon blasts him with a Spinning Heel Kick! AFH is shoved back into the turnbuckles from the force of the blow, and Leon continues the offensive onslaught, bouncing up onto the second rope, twisting, turning, and hitting AFH with a Jumping Springboard Enzugiri! The fans cheer as AFH stumbles forward and falls flat on his face! Leon turns him around onto his back, points to the top rope, and signals for The Color Out of Space! Leon goes to the apron and begins climbing the turnbuckles!

Terra Skye: Smart thinking from Leon - And now he’s going to put Hudson in a world of--

But Kyuubi gets into the ring and begins pointing and yelling at Leon! The referee and Leon himself are distracted by Kyuubi, which was exactly what she wanted, because while all of this was going on, Melificent Lasciel had jumped down from Insidious' corner and was running outside the ring over to the neutral corner Silvio was in! Before Silvio has time to realize what is happening, Lasciel jumps up onto the apron and shoves him off the top rope as hard as she can! Silvio goes flying into the air and lands hard chest-first on the guardrail!

Johnny Vegas: BAHAHAHAH!

Terra Skye: Oh my god, that was a terrible fall… Jesus Christ!

The fans boo as Matt Knox hops down to check on his partner! And Adrienne Levi storms across the ring apron and launches herself at Melificent Lasciel! Levi launches herself like an arrow through the ropes, catching Lasciel with a spear, sending both women down hard on the outside! The referee turns at the sound of the impact, and Kyuubi capitalizes by jumping onto the top rope and executing a Flipping Senton onto both Matt Knox and Silvio Leon on the outside!

Johnny Vegas: All hell's broken loose!

Terra Skye: The referee needs to regain control of this match!

Boy: IT CAME TRUE! YOU'RE LOOKING AT IT!

AFH gets up dazed and confused, looking around the ring and finding his wife, Melificent Lasciel, and all three of his opponents all down outside the ring. AFH smirks as the referee begins restoring order. He first separates Lasciel and Levi, then orders Kyuubi back to her corner, and finally, he checks on Leon and Knox, but only for a moment, as AFH rudely hauls up Silvio Leon and shoves him into the ring. AFH kneels down over Leon, grabs him by the back of the head, and starts hammering Leon with hard shots to the face!

Johnny Vegas: GET IT!

The crowd boos loudly as the hard camera picks up AFH shouting "DODGE THIS" with every blow that comes crashing down onto Leon's head! Leon's eyebrow is split open and he begins bleeding! Like a shark smelling blood, AFH begins elbowing Leon right on the cut, causing it to open up wide! Leon begins bleeding hard! AFH sticks his hand in Leon's face and then covers his shirt with Leon's blood! He holds up the barely conscious Leon by the back of the head and points to Matt Knox! AFH begins shouting at Knox and pointing to Leon's bloodied face, shaking Leon by the back of the neck for added emphasis!

Terra Skye: That sadistic son of a bitch! He's enjoying this! Those are your heroes, Johnny!

Johnny Vegas: Well, uh... That's what Silvio Leon gets! Yeah! That's what Leon gets for making a fool out of Insidious! I never said they were nice guys! I just said they were misunderstood.

Terra Skye: How do you misunderstand beating a man to a bloody pulp?!

Boy: WE DO NOT DO THIS THING BECAUSE IT IS PERMITTED! WE DO IT BECAUSE WE HAVE TO!

Matt Knox begins shouting and cursing at AFH, but knowing that Insidious has been preying on his brash actions all match, and with Adrienne Levi attempting to calm him down, Matt ultimately looks at the bleeding Leon with a sad look on his face and doesn't get into the ring. AFH grins, laughs, and drags Leon over to the Insidious corner before tagging in his wife. AFH spends a few seconds still inside the ring, propping up Leon in the Insidious corner. Kyuubi measures her opponent, nods, then hits Leon with a spinning backfist right to his cut! Leon goes down hard, and Kyuubi dashes away to a neutral corner on the opposite side of the ring. Kyuubi then runs with a full head of steam directly into Leon, catching him with a thunderous Yakuza Kick as he lays with his head against the bottom turnbuckle! The fans boo as Kyuubi drags Leon to the center of the ring and pins him!


ONE!!!


TWO!!!!!!

And Leon kicks out! The boos turn to raucous cheers as Leon kicks out! Kyuubi looks around confused before tagging in Melificent Lasciel. Lasciel and Kyuubi execute some tandem offense, with Kyuubi executing a Sidewalk Slam on Silvio Leon while Lasciel catches him with an Inverted Reverse DDT. Lasciel drags Leon to the center of the ring, runs to the ropes, and nails Leon with a spectacular Springboard Moonsault! She immediately goes for the pin!


ONE!!!!!!


TWO!!!!!!!!


KICKOUT! ANOTHER KICKOUT!

Johnny Vegas: He's too stupid to know when to stay down!

Terra Skye: He's displaying the heart of a warrior and the will of a champion! He knows how much this match means to everyone involved and he won't go down without the fight of his life!

Boy: NOTHING ENDS, ADRIAN! NOTHING EVER ENDS!

Lasciel pounds the mat angrily and argues with the referee. She hauls the still-bleeding Leon up to his feet, traps his arms, and attempts her "15 Seconds of Fame" finisher... but Leon reverses! Leon backdrops Lasciel and begins heading towards his team's corner! Levi and Knox extend their hands as far as they can, but Lasciel literally dives on top of Leon to stop him from getting to his teammates! She drags Leon back to the center of the ring by his left ankle, but Leon twists, goes onto his back, and kicks Lasciel hard with both feet! Lasciel is sent into the ropes, and when she rebounds, Leon grabs her up in a Small Package and goes for the win!


ONE!!!


TWO!!!!!

But Lasciel kicks out! Leon rolls away as Lasciel kicks out and springs back up to her feet embarrassed, and in her rush to close the distance to Leon, Melificent Lasciel leaves herself open! Leon nails her with a Spinning Heel Kick! She gets right back up and walks right into a back elbow! Leon whips Lasciel across the ring, but Lasciel reverses! When Lasciel attempts to catch Leon on the rebound with a Sidewalk Slam, Leon reverses it into the Miskatonic Twist! Lasciel's head snaps forward violently, and half-dazed she moves on her hands and knees to tag in AFH! But while she was doing so, Leon managed to leap to his corner of the ring and finally tags out! Matt Knox and AFH enter the ring at the same time!

Johnny Vegas: Oh shit! Here we go!

Matt Knox is taking no prisoners! He nails AFH with a Clothesline, sending him down to the mat! He Yakuza Kicks Kyuubi while she's on the apron, sending her flying to the outside! Lasciel begins talking trash to Matt and Matt picks her up and brings her into the ring with a Belly to Belly Suplex! Matt Knox runs the ropes, and when Lasciel and AFH get back up at the same time, he nails both of them with a spear, ramming his left shoulder into Lasciel and his right into AFH! The crowd comes alive as Matt lets out his full fury and begins a rapid-fire barrage of punches, kicks, elbows, knees, and stomps to both Melificent Lasciel and Aaron Frederick Hudson! The referee pulls Knox off of the two Insidious members, and Knox holds his hands up to placate the ref, nodding in understanding... right before he jumps up and over the referee, sprinboarding off the top rope and sailing to the outside of the ring, nailing a Diving Crossbody on Kyuubi!

Johnny Vegas: Somebody put that wild animal back into its cage!

Terra Skye: Knox is letting it all out! So much anger and hatred! Insidious is finally finding out just who they're dealing with!

Boy: I DID IT THIRTY-FIVE MINUTES AGO!

Lasciel rolls out of the ring right as Knox rolls back in, stalking AFH. When AFH gets back up, Matt Knox puts him in position for The Murder, and he hits it! AFH's spine is compressed with the force of Matt Knox's Vertebreaker signature move, but Knox doesn't go for the pin! He's not done getting his revenge! Seething with anger and rage, Knox picks up AFH and puts him into position for The Downfall! His hatred all-consuming, Knox lifts AFH with all of his strength, hitting his finisher... and incapacitating the referee! Knox lifted and threw AFH with such force that he accidentally sent his opponent into the referee, who must have assumed he was far away enough from the action to not get hit! But Knox's rage lent him inhuman strength! Knox barely has a second to realize that the referee is down before the other two members of Insidious rush the ring and begin assaulting him!

Terra Skye: Oh my God… This isn’t good.

Johnny Vegas: No, this is GREAT!

And Adrienne Levi comes flying into the fray! Adrienne Levi and Matt Knox are holding their own against Kyuubi and Melificent Lasciel! Matt Knox hits Lasciel with a Hurricanrana, and Adrienne Levi hits her own Hurricanrana on Kyuubi! All three members of Insidious are down and out in the middle of the ring, and Silvio Leon motions to his partners to get them up! As Knox and Levi bring Insidious to their feet, Leon ascends to the top rope! Leon throws himself into all three members of Insidious with a Diving Crossbody! But he's caught! Insidious catches Leon and toss him at Knox and Levi! But Leon is caught again! Knox and Levi catch their tag team partner and then sprint forward, using Leon as a battering ram to take out all three members of Insidious!

Terra Skye: Holy shit!

Johnny Vegas: Throwing that asshole around like a fucking ragdoll… Ridiculous.

And the hits just keep coming! Melificent Lasciel manages to roll out of the ring to try and catch her breath, but Matt Knox and Silvio Leon signal to Adrienne Levi! Knox and Leon head close to the ropes, cross their arms, and grab each other's wrists, forming an "X" symbol, and Levi nods in understanding! Levi runs the ropes on the opposite side of where her teammates are, and as she barrels towards them, running as fast as she can, she jumps up and onto that "X", using her teammates as a launching pad, and Adrienne Levi launches herself up and over the top rope to the outside, catching Melificent Lasciel with her finisher, a Tornado DDT!

Terra Skye: THE LEVITY! Adrienne Levi just debuted her new finisher in spectacular fashion!

Johnny Vegas: She can call her new finisher whatever she likes, but what we really need to do is call an ambulance for Melificent Lasciel!

Boy: THIS RUDDERLESS WORLD IS NOT SHAPED BY VAGUE METAPHYSICAL FORCES!

With the referee just barely beginning to come back to life, Knox and Leon prepare to bring the match to a close! Matt Knox hauls up Kyuubi, puts her into position, and nails her with The Murder! He rolls her into the center of the ring, and Silvio Leon ascends to the top rope and finishes Kyuubi off with The Color Out of Space! Leon lands hard, and just barely manages to drag Kyuubi out of the ring before collapsing on the outside, completely drained and still bleeding badly! Knox hauls Aaron Frederick Hudson up to his feet, sets him up for his finisher... and hits it again, this time holding on! Knox nails AFH with The Downfall and hangs on, turning his finisher into a pinning predicament! The referee begins counting the fall!


ONE!!!!!!!!


TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!


NO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hudson kicks out! Aaron Frederick Hudson kicks out of Matt Knox's finisher! Knox gets up shocked, unbelieving, and he goes over to the referee, who is just barely getting back up to his feet. The referee isn't sure who knocked him out, or how, or why, or whose fault it was, but he's sure that AFH kicked out, so the match continues! Knox nods in understanding, and hauls Hudson up, shoving him into a corner of the ring. Knox uses his fading strength to haul Hudson up in a Back Suplex position and places him ass-first on top of the top turnbuckle, facing away from the ring. Knox follows AFH up the ropes and locks him up in a Cobra Clutch position!

Terra Skye: Oh my god, Knox is going to attempt The Downfall from the top rope!

Johnny Vegas: He'll break Hudson's neck! He'll break his own damn neck! Somebody stop this! Or… Eh. Maybe don’t.

That somebody ends up being Hudson himself! Knowing what's coming, Hudson experiences a last-ditch surge of adrenaline, and whips his head backwards, headbutting Knox with the back of his skull, catching Knox on the bridge of the nose! Knox comes dangerously close to losing his balance, but keeps the hold applied! So Hudson does it again! Knox begins bleeding from his nose! It might be broken! But Knox keeps the hold applied! Knox screams defiantly at Hudson, blood running into his mouth, as he sends them both flying off the top turnbuckle... and Hudson reverses it! Hudson reverses Matt Knox's finisher into his own! In mid-air, sailing halfway across the ring, Aaron Frederick Hudson reverses Matt Knox's Downfall finisher into his own finisher, the Sliced Bread #2 that he calls Going for Broke!

Johnny Vegas: HOLY FUCK THEY'RE BOTH DEAD!

Hudson crawls weakly on top of Matt Knox and goes for the pin!


ONE!!!!!!!


TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


KICKOUT! KICKOUT!!!!! MATT KNOX KICKS OUT!

Johnny Vegas: What the hell is keeping him going? I don't know!

Terra Skye: Matt Knox refuses to lose! He'll either be the death of Insidious or Insidious will be the death of him! There's no other way! He hates them just that much! This means just that much to him!

Boy: DRY YOUR EYES, FOR YOU ARE LIFE, RARER THAN A QUARK AND UNPREDICTABLE BEYOND DREAMS OF HEISENBERG! THE CLAY IN WHICH THE FORCES THAT SHAPE ALL THINGS LEAVE THEIR FINGERPRINTS MOST CLEARLY!

AFH and Knox weakly crawl away from each other, both completely spent and drained, towards their respective corners. Knox scans around and sees Silvio Leon still down and out, still bleeding, barely showing any signs of life at all. After slowly making her way back to her team's corner from the exact opposite side of the ring, Adrienne Levi weakly hauls herself back up onto the apron and reaches out a hand. Knox collapses into his corner and tags Adrienne in, and Adrienne gets into the ring slowly, limping.

Terra Skye: Damn, this match has really taken a toll on it’s competitors.

AFH finds no solace in his corner. He spots his wife, Kyuubi, still down and out from Silvio Leon's "Color Out of Space" finisher. He sees his other partner, Melificent Lasciel, still down and out from Adrienne Levi's "Levity" finisher. He hauls himself up to one knee, turns slightly, and sees Adrienne Levi enter the ring. He nods, and using the ropes, brings himself up to a standing position. The crowd rises to their feet, not a single ass in a single seat, as the two Carnage stars lock eyes and begin circling each other.

Johnny Vegas: Fuck… Her… up.

Levi and AFH meet in the center of the ring and begin trading shots, with the fans chanting "YAY!" when Levi hits AFH and "BOO!" when AFH hits Levi. AFH ends up winning the exchange, forcing Levi to back up, and AFH charges in with a roundhouse kick... and it's ducked! Levi attempts a Jumping Knee Lift strike... but AFH jumps up as well, vaulting off Levi's outstretched knee and hitting her with a Shining Wizard! Levi is flipped end-over-end and crashes to the mat! AFH draws his thumb across his throat to signal that the end is near!

Johnny Vegas: Oh shit!

Terra Skye: Could this be it?

Aaron Frederick Hudson hauls up Adrienne Levi and begins the assault he calls "The Fate's Edge"! He blasts Levi with a punch to the jaw, a kick to the thighs, a punch to the liver, a kick to the gut, a punch to the temple, and finally, a kick right to the head! Levi falls forward, collapsing from the assault, and falls right into AFH's arms! AFH picks her up for an Emerald Frosion, spinning her around... and Levi keeps spinning! Levi reverses AFH's Emerald Frosion into a Tornado DDT! Levi hits Levity on AFH! Levi uses the last of her strength to scramble on top of him and go for the win, with the other two members of Insidious still down and out on the outside!


ONE!!!!!


TWO!!!!!!!!!!


THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



The bell rings, the fans cheer, and Kelly Carmichael makes it official!

Kelly Carmichael: Here are your winners... the team of ADRIENNE LEVI, SILVIO "THE ORACLE" LEON, AND MATTHEW "THE RAVEN" KNOX!!!

Terra Skye: It's over! It's over! It's over! Levi wins it! Matt Knox will finally get his showdown with Sah'Ta Thor!

Johnny Vegas: Fine! Fine! You can call it a victory if you want, but I call it Levi signing Matt Knox's death warrant! Knox will have hell to pay and that's exactly where Sah'Ta Thor will be sending him when they finally meet one-on-one in the ring!

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Knox leans on the ropes a moment as Levi’s hand is raised by Kelly Carmichael, he smiles before stepping into the ring. He gets halfway through, before hopping off the apron and heads to Silvio, helping his friend to his feet and paying him a quick embrace before helping him up onto the apron and into the ring. He slides in after, paying Levi the same embrace before stopping a moment to raise her hand and point at her to the booming approval of those in attendance.

Knox then approaches Carmichael and asks for the microphone which he receives, he mouths a “thank you” to her before wiping the blood from his face, grinning a moment as he stares at it in his hand. He then lifts the microphone to his lips and after a second of heavy breathing as his body comes out of survival mode he speaks.

Matt Knox: When I came here, it was all about redemption. I had no interest in making friends, allies, any of that. I just wanted to exorcise my demons and prove to myself, to you the legion, to everyone that I was, and am, as good as anyone else who laces these boots up, if not better.

He pays a glance to Silvio and Levi before continuing.

Matt Knox: I fucked that plan off. Because tonight I planned on fighting these three alone. But these two. These two stepped up, and helped me. Because they are my friends, my allies..and now, because of them...because I’m man enough to admit, I would have failed in this tonight had I gone it alone..I can move on, and put this chapter to rest. After One. More. Piece. Of. Business

Matt wipes his hair out of his face, and spits a glob of blood out on the mat. He weakly walks to the ropes, staring at the back. He speaks into the microphone slowly, seriously

Matt Knox: Sah’ta Thor. No more running. You, and me. At Chaos 100. In a chain match!

The fans begin cheering but Knox hushes them with a wave of his hand. Adrienne registers a little bit of shock at the violent request of her friend while Silvio looks into the camera while mouthing an exaggerated, 'Oh damn!'

Matt Knox: And aside from that, if you walk out of here with that Baltimore City Title, I want it too. And finally. Finally You, Insidious, and anyone on your pious payroll. You stay away from Silvio Leon, and Adrienne Levi. They’ve got no time for your bullshit, or this black hole of muck and mire you and I are trudging through.

He drops the mic down for a moment, favoring his ribs and gritting his teeth, he straightens up and raises the microphone once more.

Matt Knox: And while I got the ear of the legion, the people at home, and you all in the back. I might as well let you know that this whole thing, this war. Is chapter one. Between now, and Chaos 100 there are a few people in the back I want to fill my dance card with.. Jon Willis, The Rat, and The Champ. 97, 98, 99. Let me know.

Knox drops the microphone then and steps out onto the apron gingerly. His teammates join them, and the three help one another up the ramp as the fans cheer the victors once more. They stop at the top and turn around to absorb it all before limping behind the curtain to get patched up.

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We cut back to the ring from the backstage area to find Sah'ta Thor in the ring with a pair of high back black throne like chairs. He sits in one of them with an amused smile on his lips before bringing a microphone to his lips.

Sah'ta Thor: Hello there Legion. Welcome to the Bloodworks. A show where things of great importance to my organization occurs.

He stops as he lets the boos and other negative reactions occur for a moment. Finally he holds up a hand and shakes his head in amusement.

Sah'ta Thor: Tonight is no exception to the greatness that is Insidious. At this time I would like to bring out my guest, Alex Winters.

Alex Winter's music hits as he strolls out onto the top of the ramp. He is wearing a very expensive tailored suit as he brushes his shoulder off. Alex strolls down to the ring in such a manner that stinks of pure arrogance with an egotistical smirk on his face. Once in the ring, Alex nods in recognition towards Sah'ta Thor and takes a seat.

Alex Winter: Hush your gums you low class piss bag scum. I'm here for an important reason, so you'll do well to listen and listen carefully.

Sah'ta Thor grins as he lets Alex get settled.

Sah'ta Thor: Thanks for coming out Alex. You have an impressive match earlier in the night. What a win for you. Though, that wasn't why you are out here is it? I think you have something to share with the crowd regarding our new business arrangement.

Alex Winter: Indeed I do. If you people weren't already smart enough to realize, but I'm not very liked around here.

Pausing, the boos without fail confirm that Alex isn't like at all. Alex loves being the bastard he is as he just laughs it off.

Alex Winter: From day one I stepped into Carnage I made myself a target. Why you ask? Quite simple really. I don't like any of you, and I certainly don't like ninety percent of Carnage. Anyway, I'm not out here to give you a life story. I'm here to let you all know, I… "The Wild Card" and "Carnage Wrestling's Resident Bastard" will be standing alongside Insidious. Why? Strength in numbers is a major factor and they too like myself aren't very liked around here.

More boos are heard as Alex just shakes his head holding a finger to his mouth to try to shut them up. Sah'ta leans forward in his seat and smiles as he looks out over the audience.

Sah'ta Thor: That is right folks, Alex Winter has joined Insidious. He is just the first to understand that there is safety in numbers. Alex is the first to understand what it means that Insidious is stronger than it appears. Since the beginning I have told you all that Insidious is bigger than you could imagine. Tonight is just the beginning of that revelation process. It is amusing to hear the anger aimed at Insidious as if people truly understand what is happening. If you have been paying attention, which I highly doubt at this point, you would notice that we keep saying there is more at play here than meets the eye. Yet, even now you sit there hating Insidious what you think is going on without wondering if this is exactly what was planned.

Thor falls silent as he lets his words sink into the heads of those listening. Alex gets to his feet and heads over to the ropes looking out at the crowd.

Alex Winter: Just like you imbeciles out here, there are plenty back there who are part of the Carnage roster. As my good friend Thor here said, none of you know what's truly happening. Everyone said I'd say I Quit against Steve Matthews but I didn't. You see, people seem to think they know me, but they only get to know what I want them to know. I've been called all sorts since being here, some of the things true, some definitely not. I'm here in Carnage Wrestling to get what I want, and I'll do whatever it takes. I'm not afraid to fight anyone in or out of Carnage Wrestling. Lining them up and one by one they'll fall. I'm Alex Winter, I'm the most cold hearted S.O.B you'll ever meet. It won't be long until there's a Championship around my waist, so be careful whoever stands in my way, because I'd choke your granny out if I have to.

With that said, Alex shouts obscenities back to the negative reactions from the crowd. He even flips the crowd off before sitting back down and making himself comfortable. Meanwhile, all throughout the crowd over a dozen figures in various kabuki masks start to make their way to the ring. Thor notices this as he stands up from his throne like chair and looks around thoughtfully.

Sah'ta Thor: As fun as this I have a title to win in a few short moments. Alex welcome to Insidious. In time I hope to see who else will be enlightened enough to see the reality of what is going on here. Yet, only time will tell on that front. See you all of you folks in just a few minutes.

With that Thor drops his microphone and starts to leave the ring as the camera feed shifts backstage again.

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Terra Skye: Well, I guess we know what Matt Knox wants to do heading into Chaos 100, ending with a chain match against Sah'ta Thor... And if Sah'ta wins this match coming up - He wants it to be for the Baltimore City Championship!

Johnny Vegas: Dude's asking for trouble. I'll tell you that.

Terra Skye: I've gotta respect his honesty and his determination. And we got a little insight into the minds of Alex Winter and Sah'ta Thor just now too.

Johnny Vegas: And, it looks like Insidious has gotten a new member - I LIKE IT!

Terra Skye: Until you decide you don't.

Johnny Vegas: EXACTLY!

Kelly Carmichael: The following match is a Barbed Wire Flaming Table match for the Baltimore City Championship. To win the match, one competitor must drive the other through one of the tables after lighting it on fire. There is no time limit. There are no Disqualifications!

Johnny Vegas: This is gonna get uglier than a midget hooker at a bukkake party.

Terra Skye: ...

Johnny Vegas: ...

Terra Skye: The fuck is wrong with you?

Johnny Vegas: Don't act like it ain't the truth.

Boy: I LIKE TURTLES.

Terra Skye: So far the WAR moniker has lived up to its name. Every match tonight has been an all out war, and this one looks like it will be no different. Thor would love nothing more than to claim some Carnage gold but he's going to have to go through Mac Bane to do it. Bane is not the type to just roll over and let Thor take it.

Johnny Vegas: It doesn't matter what Bane wants. It's gonna be what he's willing to endure. Trust me, people talk a lot of shit but they'll change their tune quick when their flesh is on fire!

The opening riff to "Ruina Imperii" by Sabaton echoes through the arena's speaker system as the lights dim. A few seconds pass before an almost demonic looking Sah'ta Thor. He is dressed in a pair of black jeans and a red t-shirt with a golden pattern of the Seven Deadly Sins with the words Sin Incarnate in white. After a moment of standing at the top of the ramp He starts towards the ring with a purposeful stride. Getting to the ring he looks at his foe for the night with a look that promises impending. After a moment he pulls off his shirt revealing his scarred toned muscular upper body. He turns and starts pacing in the ring as he awaits his opponents much like a caged animal as he waits for the starting bell.

Kelly Carmichael: Introducing first, weighing in at Two Hundred Twenty Five Pounds he is the challenger, Leader of Insidious “The Immortal” Sah’tttttaaaa Thooooorrrr!!!

Johnny Vegas: I can’t believe this guy is gonna make Amber Ryan the proud old lady of a barbecued cripple.

Terra Skye: I can't believe that you're so sure that Thor is going to beat Bane. Bane is right at home at this kind of match, and he has a proven track record of defending the Baltimore City championship.

Boy: CHILLLLIIIS BABY MAC RIBS.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, but has he defended against the Sah'ta Thor yet? Nope! I don't think so!

Thor paces the ring, staring out at the tables neatly folded and leaned against the guard rails. Pre wrapped with barbed wire. Lighter fluid bottles scattered with lighters and matches. Two extra bales of barbed wire are set outside as well to influence even more carnage and ultra violence.

Terra Skye: Look at Thor looking at the tables there. 

Johnny Vegas: He knows what he has to do.

Terra Skye: More like he knows what will happen to him if he can't get it done.

“Badass” by Saliva blares forth and after a moment, Mac Bane steps out on stage to a mix of boos and cheers. He raises the Baltimore City Championship over his head and nods before slinging it over his shoulder and heading down to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and looks Thor over once before chuckling, and facing the crowd once more raising the belt before handing it off to the ref.

Terra Skye: You gotta wonder though, how does one prepare for a man who’s been in, and won every kind of match there is?

Johnny Vegas: It's real simple actually. You just gotta remember that 'any given Sunday' means that it doesn't matter what happened in the past. I mean shit, that's why we do these fuckin' matches in the first place. A lot of people wanted to test Jack and Amber even though they probably should have been given the wins anyway. But people are still allowed to get their asses kicked.

Kelly Carmichael: And his opponent, weighing in at Two Hundred and Eighty Pounds he is The Baltimore City Champion, Mac Baaaaaaneee!!!

Boy: DINNER BELL DINNER BELL-



The two competitors walk to the middle of the ring and stand toe to toe. Mac begins jawing at Thor who remains quiet and stoic. Mac takes a step back, chuckling then swings a haymaker at Thor’s head who telegraphs it and ducks under it, nailing Mac in the ribs with a shot of his own. Mac stumbles, surprised. He swings again only to have Thor sidestep it and drive a knee into his midsection, doubling him over. He then elbows Mac in the back of the head and kicks his knee, causing him to faceplant.

Terra Skye: Thor picking his spots, and he’s got Mac down!

Johnny Vegas: When you got a thousand matches under your belt, you can get anyone on the ground Skye.

Terra Skye: I thought you said it was 'any given Sunday'. 

Johnny Vegas: Well, it is. I didn't say that Mac's chances were any good, though.

Terra Skye: It just looks to me like Mac needs to refocus here and not let the challenger get into his head.

Thor bounces off the ropes and follows up with a knee drop. He drives the knee into the back of Mac’s head and reaches across, snatching his arm and wrenching it toward him. Mac lets out a bellow of pain as Thor sets to driving his knee into Mac’s head and wrenches the arm even further toward him. Mac uses his size and power advantage though and pulls his arm free from Thor’s grasp and pushes up to his knees to shove Thor away. Thor gets to his feet as quickly as Mac does but he is lit up by a hard clothesline that takes him down. Mac leaps upon him and begins raining down right and left hands onto Thor’s head. Thor covers up the best he can and picks his spot, eventually throwing up a fist up into Mac’s Adam's apple when he gets an opening. Mac falls back, grabbing at his throat and sliding away from Thor as he tries to catch his breath.

Terra Skye: Mac was gaining some ground there, using his size advantage to get Thor off of him. But Thor seems like he is not going to let the Champion get any momentum here in the match.

Johnny Vegas: He’s still hurt though, gotta be getting his arm twisted up and around like that.

Terra Skye: Must not be too hurt. Then again, you can't wait around in a match like this because eventually, somebody is going to be taking a one-way trip through a flaming table.

Boy: DYLAN'S MARSHMALLOW!

Thor gets to his feet and follows after Mac, kicking him in the gut and pulling him up to his feet. He goes to nail Mac with a vertical suplex, but Mac counters and lifts Thor up into a vertical suplex position. He stalls, holding Thor vertical in midair before falling forward and planting him face first in the mat. Mac gets to his feet, and lays a series of vicious boots to Thor before dropping two elbow drops into his chest. Bane bounces off of the ropes and drops a massive leg drop down across the throat of Thor, causing Thor to clutch his throat now as he rolls to his side. Now feeling some momentum, Bane pulls Thor up to his feet and drives a knee into his sternum. Bane with an irish whip against the ropes, he tries for a clothesline but Thor ducks it and bounces off of the far ropes. Thor with a running cross body, but Bane catches him. He lifts him and nails him with a fallaway slam.

Terra Skye: Once again, the Baltimore City champion is asserting his dominance through sheer power.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah but you can’t power out of being lit on fucking fire!!

Terra Skye: But isn't this match about wearing your opponent down enough so that you can get the table set up and, I don't know, put them through it?

Johnny Vegas: True. It makes it a lot more difficult when both men literally know what's coming. They know what to avoid. I think that makes these tables matches a bit more fun.

Terra Skye: Well, it sure as hell ain't fun for them.

Mac rolls under the bottom rope to the outside. He picks up a table, to the cheers of the crowd. He turns to go back to the ring only to find Thor has scaled a turnbuckle and leaps off, missile drop kicking the table into Mac Bane who falls down and is pinned under the table and the barbed wire. Thor pulls himself up and he stomps on the top of the table, hoping to push the barbs deeper into Banes flesh. Thor moves away for just a moment, leaving to go find lighter fluid when he is stopped by some movement from under the table. Bane throws the table off of himself angrily, and checks his arms and chest which are now only slightly cut up from the wire.

Johnny Vegas: Bloods in the water now.

Boy: SHARKNADO!

Terra Skye: That was an amazing move by Sah'ta there, using the table as a weapon in a different way. 

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, but it ain't puttin' him through it, now is it? Thor needs to lite a fire under his ass before Bane does it for him.

Thor turns to find an angry giant Cowboy upon him. Mac snatches him by the throat and hoists him high up into the air. It's not looking too good for the challenger now as he is thrown down to the mat with a massive double-arm chokeslam. Bane is showing Thor that he's not playing games here at all. He drops a knee down on Thor's kidney area then starts working Thor’s midsection over with clubbing blows. There's nothing that the referee can do with these series of mounted punches, which go on for quite some time. Thor finally manages to shove Mac off, and hits him with a dropkick to the knee before leaping back to his feet, and snatching Mac by his head to drive it into the apron as hard as he can with a ddt. Thor buys himself some much needed time to shake the cobwebs and get back into this thing.

Terra Skye: Any time Mac gets going, Thor manages to counter his offense and subdue him.

Johnny Vegas: Once again, old age and experience and being a fucking rich guy with goons will always beat being a roided out John Wayne knock off.

Terra Skye: That's the most ridiculous thing I ever heard. You act like Mac is a fucking rookie.

Johnny Vegas: Compared to Thor-

Terra Skye: You're a fucking rookie compared to Thor. 

Thor retrieves the table Mac had and sets the legs up before flipping it upright. He turns back to Mac and kicks him in the head as hard as he can. He starts going for the lighter fluid but stops by the bale of barbed wire. He looks over his shoulder at Mac then back at it before kneeling down, and starting to unwind a precut length from it, wrapping it around his fist. He grips the wire and watches the blood seep from his hand as he turns and blasts Mac Bane in the head with a fist wrapped in barbed wire as he was starting to get vertical. 

Johnny Vegas: BOOM THERE IT IS, He’s really opened up now!!

Terra Skye: Thor just punched Mac Bane in the face with barbed wire wrapped around his own fist! How sick do you have to be to do that much damage to yourself?

Johnny Vegas: Did you see how much damage he did to Bane, though?

Terra Skye: I get it. The Baltimore City championship is on the line. You have to pull out all the stops.

Thor then drops down, kneeling over Mac Bane and begins to grind the barbed wire into his forehead, opening up a series of cuts as Mac Bane yells out in pain. Thor is showing the same ruthlessness that Bane showed against him earlier, and the referee can only stand and watch. After a few moments, Bane manages to shove Thor off of him and quickly gets to his feet, sending a charging Thor crashing down to the thinly padded floor with a massive big boot. He checks the cuts, checking his fingers and seeing the blood he now feels flowing freely from his forehead and covering his face. Banes now in a crimson mask, but other than the blood getting in his eyes it doesn't seem to bother him one bit.

Terra Skye: God, he’s covered in his own blood. Thor raked that barbed wire just above Mac's eyes!

Johnny Vegas: I know, isn’t it great?!

Terra Skye: He’s still human, Johnny!

Boy: FIFTY PERCENT OF THE TIME, ONE HUNDRED PERCENT OF THE LIME!

Terra Skye: I don't care how much these two want to be Baltimore City champion. You never go anywhere near your opponents eyes.

Johnny Vegas: Unless you want to win. Then always go for their eyes.

Infuriated, Mac sets to stomping a mudhole in Thor, grabbing onto the ropes and using them as leverage as he stops long enough to dig his heel into Thor’s throat, choking him. He relents however and reaches down, grabbing Thor by the legs he shifts position and catapults him into the ringpost which Thor bounces off and hits the floor with a loud THUD. The legion begins chanting “HOLY SHIT” at the spectacle before them!

Terra Skye: Whoever wins, neither man is going to walk out of here in near as good a health as when they walked in.

Johnny Vegas: That’s the price of gold sometimes, Skye. Blood, sweat, and if they get lit on fire, definitely Tears!

Boy: LORD ALMIGHTY I FEEL MY TEMPERATURE RISING!

Johnny Vegas: WOULD YOU STOP FUCKING SCREAMING?!!

Mac grabs some lighter fluid, and a barbecue lighter from the set out supplies and stalks Thor. He opens the spout of the lighter fluid and sparks the lighter, waiting for Thor to stand up. As he does, He squirts the lighter fluid at Thor while simultaneously igniting it, causing a stream of fire to launch at Thor’s face!

Johnny Vegas: YEEAAH BURN HIM BURN HIM!

Terra Skye: Christ, Johnny. I thought you just told Boy to stop screaming?

Johnny Vegas: OH LOOK AT ME I'M A SASQUATCH WHO CAN'T HELP BUT TO SCREAM ON THE TOP OF MY LUNGS!

He goes to cover up and move away, yelling in pain as his face is singed. Mac pursues him but Thor manages to get a table and lift it to shield himself just as Mac sends another fireball at him

Boy: SHIELDS UP! FAT MAN WILL DIE TWEEVER!

Terra Skye: Oh my God, Mac Bane just threw a fireball in Sah'ta Thor's face! What the hell else are we going to see?

Thor hurls the table at Mac who is forced to drop his tools as he moves to the side. Thor runs at Mac leaping up onto the ring steps then leaping off of them and nailing the big man with a hard hurricanrana. As Mac is down, Thor sets to checking himself. His face is reddened from the heat and he winces in pain. Infuriated, he reaches under the ring and produces a lead pipe. He unravels the barbed wire from his fist halfway, then wraps the lead pipe into his grip as he advances on the stunned Mac Bane.

Terra Skye: This isn’t going to end well.

Johnny Vegas: This is WAR, Terra! What in the hell else did you expect? For everyone to come out here and pillow fight for championships?

Terra Skye: Almost every single match tonight has me thinking that this is the most carnage that I've ever seen and it'll be a while to top it. And then the next match on this show comes along and well, it tops it.

Thor waits for Mac to get to his knees and charges him, nailing Mac in the side of the head with the lead pipe before dropping it. He then sets to putting the boots to Mac bane who is starting to lose a lot of blood. Thor then leaves, heading to the table he had set up beforehand. Snatching the lighter fluid and another barbecue lighter, he gets to the table and douses it with the lighter fluid as the crowd goes wild for the violence

Terra Skye: Thor must be thinking that the end is near here.

Johnny Vegas: I just wanna see someone on fire, Damn it!!!

Terra Skye: I think you just may get your wish...

Thor lights the table on fire and turns to go retrieve Mac Bane, only to find The Cowboy on his feet and approaching him. Thor raises his dukes and signals for Mac to bring it, and bring it Mac does! He charges at Thor and the two begin to exchange haymakers once more. Mac gets the advantage off adrenaline alone despite the barbed wire wrapped around Thor’s right fist biting into him with every other blow.

Johnny Vegas: Here we go! They’re chuckin soup bones but only one of them brought a weapon!

Terra Skye: Mac Bane might need a transfusion after this.

Johnny Vegas: One way he can stop losing all that blood is to, I don't know, get set on fire and cauterize those wounds.

Mac slides Thor into the ring, and follows. He waits for Thor to get to his feet and charges the ropes, bouncing off and nailing Thor with Texas Heat! The force of the clothesline about turns Thor inside out, but Mac collapses with him. Blood flows freely from the wounds on his face as he lays there, looking dazed and trying to find the energy to win this match. Thor sits up and reaches for the ropes which are out of his reach, after a moment he too falls back to staring up at the gray Baltimore sky.

Terra Skye: TEXAS HEAT! But they’re both too exhausted to do a damn thing about it!

Johnny Vegas: FI-YER! FI-YER!!!

Mac Bane manages to get to his feet first. He stares at Thor wildly through his crimson mask, and runs a thumb over his throat signifying “It’s Over”. He then goes to the nearest corner and begins to scale the top rope into some unfamiliar territory for such a big fella. Thor sits up suddenly though and charges the corner, scaling it to meet Mac Bane on the top rope...

Terra Skye: This is getting precarious!

Johnny Vegas: High Impact, Top Rope, Flaming VIOLENCE I love it! Make EVERY match this match!!

As he gets to the top the two begin exchanging blows. The crowd cheering for the Champ and Booing the competitor. Eventually, Thor drives a thumb into one of Mac’s many open wounds, causing the champ to cry out in pain. However, it also serves to infuriate Mac Bane who headbutts Thor and snatches him, bringing him close as he steps to the top rope and taking Thor with him. He turns and nails “The Ride!” off the top rope and driving Thor through the flaming table on the outside!

Terra Skye: Jesus! Get medical out here! Mac Bane retains but at what cost?

Johnny Vegas: My personal satisfaction.

DING DING DING!!!

Kelly Carmichael: Your Winner... And STILL Baltimore City Champion... MAC BANE!!!

Terra Skye: Holy fuck. I wasn't sure if that was going to be the end but I'll be damned.. These two put on one hell of a match here tonight.

Johnny Vegas: Someone got put through a burning table. I'm happy. Not happy that it was MY GUY... But, carnage is carnage.

Terra Skye: He's not your guy. Christ sake. He can't fucking stand you.

Johnny Vegas: I'll win him over. Hell, who doesn't love this face?

Terra Skye: Like 99.9% of the roster.

Johnny Vegas: BITCH!

Terra Skye: Well, congratulations to Mac Bane on retaining his Baltimore City Championship, and... wait.. He's stopping...

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“Badass” by Saliva is still playing as Bane leans in the corner watching the ring crew clear out the debris. He stares down at the title still in his hands. In the other hand is a microphone, he raises up to say something and the crowd is chanting like crazy. “CASH IT IN! CASH IT IN!” This goes on for several more moments and laughing he raises the microphone up again.

Mac Bane: Cut my damn music!

The music abruptly ends and Christopher St. James is now on the stage. Mac smiling continues.

Mac Bane:I know that the suits won’t let me challenge the winner of the World Title match. I can however challenge the winner of tonight’s Ultra Violence match.

He begins to pace back and forth with St. James watching on, still not saying anything as the crowd cheers.

Mac Bane: So, I’m exercising my “High Road” option.

St. James nods in approval and claps along with the crowd.

Mac Bane: Kyra Johnson or Eli Goode, it makes no difference to me. Just like it never mattered who I fought for the Baltimore City Championship. Our record setting is just beginning Legion!

Christopher St. James: Consider it done.

Bane says nothing else as he exits the ring and makes his way up the ramp. He hands C$J the Baltimore City Championship and disappears behind the curtain.

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Johnny Vegas: GOOD!

Terra Skye: Holy shit, Mac Bane has officially high-roaded his Baltimore City Championship and will be challenging either Kyra Johnson or Eli Goode for the Ultraviolent Championship at our special PPV event, Chaos 100 in October!

Johnny Vegas: Well… It’s only good if he beats that Bitch Kyra Johnson.. But Eli is going to whoop that skanks ASS tonight so… FUCK MAC BANE!

Terra Skye: Jesus… You jump the fence quicker than a scared deer.

Johnny Vegas: I’m MISUNDERSTOOD!

Kelly Carmichael: This match is scheduled for One fall and is a falls count anywhere match for the Carnage Wrestling Tag Team Championships!!! First to the ring... He is the 'Son of a Bitch'... TRENT STEEL!!!

"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 billows out behind him. He stands in the center of the ramp as he poses for the fans.

Terra Skye: It’s time for some tag team action as we’re set to begin the Falls Count Anywhere Match for the Carnage’s top prize in the tag team division!

Johnny Vegas: It doesn’t matter, Catalina and Marlowe got this in the bag. They’re the established team, rumor has it they have some sort of awesome entrance planned and meanwhile the best that management can come up with for contenders are Trent Steel and Zephyr Quinn.

Boy: Shiny things dull with time!

Johnny sighs and hangs his head.

Johnny Vegas: Listen you giant freak of nature, all I’m saying is that Trent and Quinn aren’t even entering in together, they don’t have anything special planned, they aren’t on the same page like the champs…

Terra Skye: Did… Did you just understand Boy?

Vegas is cut off though as Trent has stayed on the ramp, holding up a finger as he sikes up the crowd. The lights once again die out and “Come For Me” by New Year’s Day blares out. Green spotlights highlight the smoke still billowing out behind Trent as Zephyr Quinn makes her appearance known! The fans pop as she stands side to side with Trent. She snaps her fingers and the music cuts out to be replaced by “In This Together” by Apoptygma Berzerk. Joined by Zephyr’s manager and Trent’s nephew, Sebastian Steel, the number one contenders for the tag team titles make their way down to the ring, banging on the plexiglass dividers to sike up the fans on either side of the ramp. They roll into the ring in tandem and finish by posing together in the center of the ring as the music fades into the noise of the cheering crowd.

Kelly Carmichael: And his partner... She is the Crazy Angel... ZEPHYR QUINN!!!!

Terra Skye: What was it that you were saying about not coming together as a team, Johnny?

Johnny pounds his fist onto the table, startling Boy.

Johnny Vegas: Shut your mouth woman! It doesn’t matter. Fine, Zephyr and Trent came down to the ring together. That doesn’t trump experience or time together as a team. In fact… This is their first match as a tag team!

Terra shakes her head but doesn’t have a chance to respond. The Carnage-Tron cuts to a crude cartoon version of Christopher Marlowe, huddled over a piece of parchment as he touches a quill to his chin and reflects upon his next masterpiece. A thought bubble forms, an equally crude Catalina Cortes taking shape as the bubble expands, eventually crowding Marlowe into one corner of the screen. It cuts to black.

A single spotlight illuminates a large wooden treasure chest at the top of the entryway.

Kelly Carmichael: And their opponents...

An ear-splitting siren follows, the Carnage-Tron flashing !!!NEW CHALLENGERS APPROACH!!! in garish gold, before giving way to silence as two more spotlights shine on a pair of figures, each one flanking one side of the chest.

Christopher Marlowe stands to the left, bedecked in a flowing robe of white and purple, the gold accents matching the crown in his brown hair. He looks extremely confused. To the right is Catalina Cortes, dressed in a green tunic over her green and brown ring gear. A pointed green cap is pulled over her bleach blond hair, down to her ears which come to artificial Hyrulean points.

The two meet in front of the chest, exchanging well-rehearsed fist bumps before Catalina shoves it open, reaching in to retrieve their Carnage Tag Team Titles. She passes one to Marlowe, who puts his title over one shoulder, as Catalina straps her own title bandoleer-style across her chest.

An eerie blue light emerges from behind the chest, revealing Zed Hotley, clad in a glowing blue jacket with a pair of fairy wings on the back. His neck brace matches, as does the megaphone he wields in one hand.

Zed Hotley: Hello!

Catalina scowls at the sound of his voice, but keeps her focus on the ring. POP/STARS 𝐯𝐬 MEGALOVANIA by Dj Cutman finally kicks in, as the Carnage Tron shifts to KIT-KAT CONNECTION, the “I” in Kit replaced with a quill. The fans go wildly mixed in their reaction as the trio start their walk to the ring. Catalina takes the lead, with Marlowe close behind as Zed bounces from one guardrail to the next like a pinball, screeching into his megaphone.

Zed Hotley: Hey! Listen!

Marlowe keeps his pace up and takes the ring steps up to the apron and steps through the ropes. Catalina grabs the megaphone from Zed and a scuffle ensues, before she finally wrestles it away and pitches it into the tenth row. Undaunted, Zed follows her into the ring to continue his managerial hyping.

Kelly Carmichael: They are the Carnage Wrestling Tag Team Champions... CATALINA CORTES and CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE... THE KIT KAT CONNECTION!!!!

Catalina skips her usual backflip in favor of dropping to one knee and firing an imaginary bow and arrow, before hoisting her title over her head. Marlowe joins her and Zed attempts to squeeze in, as the three await the opening bell.

Johnny Vegas: God, I hate JRR Tolkien.

Boy: LISTEN!

Johnny slams his head onto the table several times before taking a large drink.

Terra Skye: Hate to say it, but that wasn’t Lord of the Rings.

Johnny sighs and glares daggers at Terra.

Johnny Vegas: Fine, whomever that bitch was that wrote Harry Potter. Whatever. Hate them both equally since I’m all equal opportunity and shit.

Terra only shakes her head as all four competitors meet in the center of the ring. Trent and Marlowe stand shoulder to shoulder, looking at their respective partners. Zephyr and Catalina stand toe to toe, nose to nose, the tension between the two at a breaking point. Ref Jeff snaps out of staring at the two of them as well before calling for the bell!

DING DING!!

Zephyr and Catalina each take a step back and fire off a head butt at the other! The sickening THUNK of skull meeting skull can be heard and Marlowe jumps back in surprise as Trent looks on in amusement. Zephyr takes a step back, rubbing her head as Catalina does the same. The two get in each other’s faces again, each talking trash to the other as they each fire off another headbutt!

Terra Skye: Eesh… What a way to start things off!

Zed cheers Catalina on as Sebastian does the same thing for Zephyr. Zed glares daggers at Sebastian, taking exception to the fact that he isn’t cheering for the champions. Catalina staggers back to meet a steadfast Zephyr. The two exchange more insults Zephyr getting more hyped up and Catalina following suit as best she can. The two exchange a third and then a fourth headbutt, as the crowd cheers for one side, and boos the other. Catalina staggers back on the last headbutt, putting her hands up and ready to fight… Only to topple over to the side. Zephyr tries to follow up, but Catalina rolls out of the ring.

Johnny Vegas: Awful idea on both sides. Who starts with a headbutt? That shit hurts!

Terra Skye: You’d know best with how many times you smack your head on the table.

Johnny Vegas: Wouldn’t have to if you would actually do some quality commentating for once.

Terra scoffs as Zephyr goes to follow Catalina. Marlowe snaps out of his amazement over witnessing a headbutt duel first hand. He realizes how close he is to Trent and grabs his shoulder, yanking him around and firing off a knife edge chop! Trent winces with the blow and seems to absorb it. Steel fires off a chop of his own and Marlowe absorbs the blow, firing off a hard jab to Trent’s face! Trent fires back with a jab of his own but Marlowe fires right back with several European uppercuts, backing Trent up into a corner! Leaning in, Marlowe whips Trent at the opposite turnbuckle, following Steel before delivering a hard clothesline! Marlowe looks to whip Trent again and when Trent hits the buckle, he bounces back and levels the oncoming Kit with a clothesline of his own!

Terra Skye: Oof, Marlowe feeling some of Trent’s sudden offense!

Johnny Vegas: You know what I’d like to see suddenly? This match ending.

Boy: Temporary is forever!

Trent gets up and shakes his arm out. Kit is quick back to his feet and yanks Trent’s arm hard with an arm drag! Trent flies over Kit and lands hard on his shoulder, grabbing it and wincing in pain.

Terra Skye: Trent has had a bad month with that arm. Of course it would quickly become a factor in this match.

Johnny Vegas: More like an instant target. Kudos to Marlowe for zeroing in quickly.

Outside the ring, Zephyr finds Catalina shaking the cobwebs out and goes to pick her back up, only for Cortes to deliver a hard elbow to Zephyr’s midsection! Zephyr gasps in pain, still feeling the effects from the ultraviolent match with Mitaxia! Catalina takes the distraction and leaps up, hitting Zephyr right in between the eyes with a knee lift! Zephyr stands and stumbles back against the ring, Catalina taking advantage and delivering a flurry of Tae-Kwon-Do kicks to Zephyr!

Johnny Vegas: YES! Kill that freak Catalina!

Terra can only look at Johnny in surprise as Catalina takes a moment to bow before delivering another kick, this one hitting Zephyr in the head! Stunned, Zephyr stumbles away as Catalina hops up on the apron. With a stunning smile on her face, she runs at Zephyr, leaping off the apron and delivering a tornado DDT onto Zephyr!

Terra Skye: Wow! What a stunning move!

Johnny Vegas: With any luck we’ll be out of here quickly and start Catalina’s victory tour against Zephyr!

Zephyr’s head bounces off the thin mat outside the ring, trying to roll away, but Catalina is able to grab her and make the cover! Ref Jeff sees and runs to the outside of the ring, leaping into action to make the count!


ONE!


TW...NO!


Zephyr manages to get her shoulder up and Catalina looks at Jeff in disgust, admonishing him for not getting there sooner.

Terra Skye: Catalina should have more respect for Jeff. He’s just trying to do his job and in a match like this, he has to be in two spots at once.

Johnny Vegas: Doesn’t matter. He’s the match official and he should be at all times present to make the decision. Catalina has every right to be pissed. KICK HIS HEAD OFF CATALINA!!

Catalina scoffs giving Zephyr one last kick before rolling into the ring, just as Trent is rolling toward her after suffering another arm drag! Without missing a beat Catalina leaps and hits a recovering Trent with a Cat-A-Rona! Trent bounces off the mat, laid out in front of the tag team champions! Catalina tells Marlowe to watch her back as she whips Trent into the corner and follows up with a rope hanging armbar! Sensing his moment, Kit gets a running start and hits a trapped Trent with a running European uppercut! At Zed’s urging, Kit gets another running start and hits Trent with another one!

Terra Skye: Tamburpaine! Trent is definitely in trouble seeing how his arm has to be all but useless!

Johnny Vegas: Well duh. Take out whatever body part you can and you eliminate most of your opponent’s offense. Trent is about to be forced into retirement and Zephyr will be lucky to remember her name when she finally wakes up from that DDT.

Boy: Don’t wake the sleeping monsters!

Suddenly, Zed runs up to Sebastian outside of the ring and yells at him.

Zed Hotley: HEY! WATCH OUT!

With that he pokes Sebastian in the eye before throwing a chair into the ring! He wanders off, closer to where Catalina has Trent trapped and starts jumping around, pointing frantically at the chair and yelling frantically at Catalina.

Zed Hotley: HEY! HEY! HEY!

Catalina rolls her eyes while releasing Trent from his prison and sees the chair in the middle of the ring. She gets a sadistic grin on her face as she grabs it and motions for Kit to back off for a moment. Taking a dazed Trent in one hand, she pulls him from out of the corner before wrapping his injured arm in the steel chair and dropkicking it in one seamless motion! Trent goes down hard as Marlowe is quick to lock in the Armbard! Seeing an opportunity, Catalina quickly goes for the pin attempt as Trent screams in pain as Kit pulls with all of his might!


ONE!


TWO!


THREE!


NO!!

At the last possible moment Trent is able to get his shoulder up, his free arm able to lash out and land hits on Marlowe’s exposed midsection, forcing him to break the hold!

Catalina Cortes: UGH! WHY WON’T YOU DIE?!

Catalina screams again, a banshee scream that forces Trent and Kit to both cover their ears. On the outside of the ring, Zephyr begins to stir…

Terra Skye: Wow! Trent has taken SO much damage and still refuses to quit!

Johnny Vegas: Why don’t you be unbiased for once in your life and admit that while Trent refuses to die like some cockroach in the nuclear holocaust, the champs have thus far proven why they are the champs?! Their offense has been innovative and effective but you haven’t complimented them once!

Boy: Not everyone likes chocolate!

Johnny sighs as Catalina heads up to the top rope. She stands for a moment before leaping off with a stunning 630 splash!

Terra Skye: The Silver Arrow! You can almost tell how much Catalina wants this win since she rarely pulls that out of her arsenal!

Johnny Vegas: Well, nice knowing Trent, this match is in the bag!

At the last possible second, Trent rolls out of the way and launches himself at Kit, driving the two of them outside of the ring! Catalina is able to recover and roll through the move, getting to her feet and turning, only to be met with a superman punch from Zephyr!

Terra Skye: Well, so much for that idea.

Johnny Vegas: It’s well documented that at one point, Zephyr was given “performance enhancing drugs.” DQ her ref! She’s cheating!

Boy: Ice cream makes the world go round.

Catalina crumples to the mat, but quickly rolls under the ropes before Zephyr can make the pin attempt. Zephyr shrugs it off and runs the ropes, hitting a basement dropkick right into Catalina’s stomach! The two women tumble outside of the ring as Trent and Kit make it to their feet around the corner from them. The two men fire shots off at each other, Trent getting the advantage and whipping Marlowe toward the stairs! Kit manages to reverse at the last moment though and throws Trent instead. At the last moment, Trent is able to put the brakes on and prevent himself from running into the steel of the steps. He turns but is quickly met with a running European uppercut from Marlowe, driving both into the stairs! Kit gets up as Catalina recovers, getting to her feet and slamming Zephyr into the ring apron. The champions meet eyes as Zed yells encouragement to them both and encouraging the fans in attendance to “LOOK! HEY! LOOK!”

Johnny Vegas: This should be good!

Terra Skye: I don’t like Trent’s chances right now.

Sure enough, Kit picks Trent up on his shoulders as Catalina gets up on the apron. She glares at Zephyr disdainfully, kicking Zephyr away before running, swinging around the turnbuckle and hitting Trent with a kinshasa as Kit drops Trent on his back!

Terra Skye: A doomsday kinshasa?

Johnny Vegas: Bitch please. That was doomsday for Trent and Zephyr and a massacre of any hope of tag team gold!

Boy: The apocalypse is here!

Catalina keeps her leg over Trent’s throat and makes the cover!


ONE!


TWO!


NO!

Zephyr comes in the same way Catalina did and drops down with a double stomp right on Catalina’s back to break the pin! Catalina screams, frustrated beyond belief but is quickly distracted by a puff of smoke behind her, followed by the Devil himself emerging!

Devil: Catalina Cortes! I can give you this win, with but a snap of my fingers but it will come with a price!

Before Catalina can consider the offer, Kit superkicks Satan! He shakes his head as he helps Catalina up to her feet but the two are quickly brought back down again by tandem clotheslines from Zephyr and Trent!

Johnny Vegas: What did we just see?!

Terra Skye: I’m… I’m not really sure…

Boy: A “faust-y” impression!

Johnny and Terra stare incredulity at Boy while Zephyr uses the steps to get up. Zed runs up to Catalina as she uses the ring to get to her feet.

Zed Hotley: HEY! HEY!

He jumps frantically while pointing at the forgotten chair. Catalina grabs and swings for the fences at Zephyr, clocking her in the side of the head! Zephyr goes down, her head resting on top of the stairs as Catalina hops up on the apron and raises the chair into the air. She glares down at Zed before jumping down on top of Zephyr with the chair under her!

Terra Skye: Did Catalina just use Zed’s Death Star Driver?

Johnny Vegas: Does it really matter?! That was kickass!

Boy: Flashy things are easiest to see…

Zephyr crumples to the ground as Catalina rolls back, getting to her feet slowly. Meanwhile, Trent and Marlowe slug it out, each taking the other’s best shots and firing back with one of their own. Trent gets the advantage and uses it to boot Kit in the stomach and then deliver a powerbomb right into the ring apron! Trent drops to make the cover, Jeff sliding into position.


ONE!


TWO!


TH...NO!

Marlowe gets his shoulder up at the last moment and Catalina comes in with a shining wizard on a rising Trent! Catalina pushes Marlowe out of the way and grabs Trent, forcing him to his feet before driving his head into the apron! Trent blocks after taking several shots and elbows Catalina in the gut, before rolling her onto the apron. He follows her up, looking for a powerbomb into a turnbuckle! Catalina fights out, firing off a shot at Trent! Trent returns the favor, backing Catalina up several steps, before looking to follow up with another haymaker. Catalina blocks the attempt and delivers a leaping knee right into Trent’s chin! Trent stumbles back, precariously ready to fall. Catalina charges and Trent times it just right to lift her up and drop her with the Pittsburgh Nightmare right into the ring post! The two crumple to ringside as Zed and Sebastian look on in horror.

Terra Skye: ALL the stops are being pulled out in this tag title match!

Johnny Vegas: I’m telling you that this match needs to be stopped and Trent and Zephyr need to never compete in this division again. They cheat too much.

Boy: Takes one to know one!

Trent rolls over to Catalina’s prone body and makes the cover!


ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

NO!

Jeff declares only a two count as Kit Marlowe makes the save just in time, holding his ribs in abject pain. Trent gets to his feet, ready to face off against Marlowe, but is held back by Catalina who grabs him by his ankle! The distraction allows Marlowe to roll to his feet and charge Trent, Trent’s back landing right on the ring post! Catalina gets to her feet, and fires off a quick high kick that hits Trent in the chest! Marlowe gets a running start and drives his knee into Trent’s gut, bringing the challenger to his knees. The champions nod at each other as Marlowe positions Trent to where he wants him. With a running start the two hit their tandem kinsashas, the Massacres at Paris and Melrose! Trent crumples to the ground and Catalina quickly makes the cover just as she hears a high pitched squealing.

Zed Hotley: HEY! HEY! OVER HERE!

Marlowe looks just in time to see Zed be chased up the ring apron by an infuriated Sebastian Steel. Catalina looks on in disbelief as Kit chases after them. Quickly she goes for the cover on Trent.

ONE!


TWO!


NO!

Trent gets his shoulder up and Catalina curses.

Catalina Cortes: WHY WON’T YOU STILL DIE?!

Out of the corner of her eye, Catalina sees Zephyr get to her feet finally. Backing up from a recovering Trent she runs in pursuit of her tag team partner. Trent checks on Zephyr, getting shakily to her feet. Together they make their way to the backstage area to follow the rest of the chaos.

Terra Skye: Well, it IS a falls count anywhere match and we’re being told that we’ll have cameras following the entire match during its continuation.

Johnny Vegas: This… This is actually good news. Don’t need to worry about this table getting destroyed or most importantly my drink spilled.

Boy: Permission slips for the field trip must be turned in!

The cameras cut to the back as Zephyr and Trent follow the yells of Zed as he is chased by Sebastian. As they make their way down a hall, they encounter Silvio Leon, busy building a house of cards. Before any words can be exchanged, Catalina and Kit spring from out of no where, attacking Zephyr and Trent! His house in danger, Silvio does his best to protect it, but is quite dismayed as Marlowe uppercuts Trent right into the table, knocking the house down! All four competitors look as the house of cards skitters to the floor, never falling apart, obviously a prop as Silvio sheepishly hides a thing of super glue.

Catalina Cortes: Really dude?!

She doesn’t have a chance to continue as Zephyr spears her through a door, leading right into the office of none other than C$J! The two women land right in front of Christopher St. James’ desk as his eyes go wide in realization as he puts his phone down.

C$J: Just… Please nothing important…

He stops as he sees Trent pick up a skull. Marlowe comes in from behind and tackles Trent, pushing him down and catching the skull! Kit looks deeply into the skulls eyes, barely taking in C$J’s attempts to get him to put it down as Trent gets back up to his feet. Shrugging, Marlowe swings the skull, connecting with the side of Trent’s head!

C$J: That was a priceless artifact! An antique!

Catalina gets up and quickly types into C$J’s computer. A screen pops up showing discounted skulls similar to the one that was just smashed. She pats him on the shoulder, gives him a thumbs up, and climbs on top of the desk, leaping at Trent and drops him with a tornado DDT! Catalina tries for the cover but is quickly booted in the side of the head by Zephyr! Marlowe grabs Zephyr by the shoulders and shoves her out of the office, once out in the hallway grabbing her by the back of the head and delivering a European uppercut! Zephyr flings forward and lands on a nearby merchandise table!

Terra Skye: Seems like we got some technical difficulties sorted out and we’ll now be able to follow the action from where we sit!

Johnny Vegas: Not that it’s really needed. Champions got this well in the bag and despite what my bookie might say, Catalina and Kit Marlowe are thriving in this environment.

Boy: For sale! Discount skulls! Some assembly required!

Johnny Vegas: Who gave the neanderthal a mic?

A crash can be heard coming from inside C$J’s office followed by his screaming.

C$J: Not THAT vase!!!

Out comes Trent with a smile on his face as he grabs Kit by the back and spins him around. He doesn’t have a chance to do anything as he hears an all too familiar squawk from nearby.

Zed Hotley: HEY! OVER HERE!

Trent’s gaze focuses on Zed as he comes out with an air pressured tshirt gun, loaded of course with the latest and greatest Zed Hotley Presents: the Kit Kat Connection tshirt. Zed smiles and aims, squeezing the trigger and firing a well placed shot right into the forehead of Trent Steel!

Terra Skye: Oof… Those guns probably hurt at that close range.

Johnny Vegas: Good. Hope he loses an eye or at least has a very bad headache.

Boy: Save on delivery!

Trent stumbles back, stunned and Kit turns his attentions back to Zephyr. With some effort, Marlowe picks Zephyr up in a powerbomb position before turning her… Catalina comes sprinting from C$J’s office, leaping up onto the table and pulling Zephyr off Kit’s shoulders with a modified inverted DDT! Both women crash through the table as Zed tosses the gun to the side and runs in to make a cover on Zephyr?! Jeff swings in and makes the count!


ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

Jeff raises Zed’s hand in victory as he is awarded Zephyr’s Openweight championship! Catalina can barely believe it but before anyone can respond, Zed whispers in Jeff’s ear, the official nodding and taking the title back.

Terra Skye: Wow… Ok... We’re receiving word that Zed Hotley just won the Openweight Championship from Zephyr Quinn, and then immediately relinquishes the title, becoming a two time undefeated champion!

Johnny Vegas: Hahahahaha! Oh man… That’s freakin’ fantastic! Genius!

Zephyr rolls from the wreckage and Catalina yells at Zed for stealing her pin since her’s was a bit more important. Zephyr rolls to her feet and out of the wreckage, stumbling into a nearby wall. Catalina curses her luck and proceeds to spear Zephyr, both women landing inside a dark room! Catalina gets up first and realizes where she is, backing up slowly and exiting the room as quietly as possible, barring the door behind her. Zephyr shakes her head, sitting up and coming face to face with…

Lab Rat King.

King snarls and pulls against the chains holding him back, coming within inches of Zephyr’s face.

Lab Rat King: SOMEBODY DELIVERED A FEAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Zephyr rolls away as the cameras cut back to ringside where Terra sits wide eyed, frozen in fear. Johnny can barely believe one of his dreams can come true, and Boy just sits staring blankly at the ring as if he can still see the action going on. Finally finding the tag team champions, Catalina joining Kit and Trent, the cameras cut to them as Johnny pounds his fist on the table, sending his drink to the floor.

Johnny Vegas: Why can’t I see Zephyr finally get eaten?! And why the fuck does my drink keep spilling?!?!

Terra laughs as Boy rests a consoling hand on Johnny’s head.

Boy: Sippy cups for big boys!

Trent stands with his back against the wall, realizing he’s on his own for what he hoped was only temporary. He tries to rush the door Zephyr is locked in, but is quickly stopped by Catalina and Kit. Trent backs up, raising both his hands, before flipping both of them the bird and launching himself at both champions with a flurry of rights and lefts! The numbers game quickly catches up with him though and he’s pushed right into the green room used to film promos! Catalina rushes off to the control room and the three competitors are suddenly transported to the surface of the sun! Trent gets to his feet and Kit runs at him, only for Trent to pick him up and drop him with a spinebuster! Steel quickly turns right in time to catch a knee to the face from Catalina! Trent goes down to a knee and Catalina gets another running start, going for another knee, but this time Trent catches her and picks her up in a powerbomb position! Before he can move though, Catalina reverses the way she’s facing and drops Trent with the Cata-Rana!

Johnny Vegas: Picture perfect move and would you look at that? It’s on the surface of the sun. Probably blew Marlowe’s mind…

Terra Skye: Yes, Catalina certainly has a way of adding a certain… Flair to her moveset.

Boy: The shinier the firework, the more it hurts to stare.

Catalina floats over to make the cover!

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

NOOOO!!!

At the very last moment, Trent is able to get his shoulder up as Catalina goes wide eyed in shock. She looks frantically at ref Jeff who confirms that it wasn’t a three count and the match was continuing. With a sudden and shrill shriek, Catalina flings herself back on top of Trent, peppering him with rights and lefts!

Catalina Cortes: WHY? WON’T? YOU? DIIIIIEEEEEEEE ALREADY?!?!

Trent manages to come to enough to wake up and block Catalina’s flurry with his arms, grabbing her and bringing her in for a sudden headbutt! Catalina springs backward from Trent as he gets back up, the sun suddenly fading back to being a green room. As Trent gets to a knee, Kit comes rushing in with his own flurry of offense, hitting Trent from behind with a knee to the back of the neck followed by laying down on Trent’s banged up shoulder and wrenching his arm back as hard as Kit could possibly pull!

Terra Skye: With Zephyr locked up with Lab Rat King, it’s not looking good for Trent.

Johnny Vegas: No shit Sherlock. Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see that. Even shit for brains back there knows who is winning this match.

Johnny gestures to Boy who looks the camera square in the lens and says one word.

Boy: Rutabaga.

Catalina rushes in as Trent pushes with his free arm with all of his might, flipping over Marlowe and landing on his back, to relieve some of the pressure. Catalina leaps over Marlowe, but with a sudden burst of strength Trent is able to swing the arm being pulled at by Kit as Catalina comes down with a stomp, knocking Catalina’s legs out from under her and causing her to fall to the ground! Kit lets go of the hold as Trent rolls to his knees, shaking his arm out and glaring at the tag champions.

Terra Skye: With everything happening it’s getting harder to see how Trent will get out of this. God only knows what King has done to Zephyr by now…

Johnny Vegas: I have it on good authority that he ate her.

Terra Skye: Trent is at an obvious disadvantage and it looks like… Yes!

The cameras zoom in on Trent’s shoulder, the bone sticking out at an odd angle. With a few grunts to get himself siked, Trent hits his dislocated shoulder, popping it back into place. He growls his focus once again turning back to the champions, both exchanging glances.

Kit Marlowe: Never thought I’d die fighting side by side with a Spainard…

Catalina Cortes: Wait… I’m Mexican…

Kit Marlowe: What?

Kit runs at Trent but Steel isn’t having any of it as he picks Marlowe up with one arm and drives him right back down with a one armed spinebuster! Marlowe rolls to the side as Trent bounces back up and advances on Catalina. Cortes smiles and holds up her finger that Trent only ignores as he takes another step. Catalina forces a small laugh before she flees, running out of the green room! Trent follows, leaving Marlowe to slowly recover, the cameras following Trent as Catalina leads him right back to the top of the entrance ramp! She turns as she reaches the treasure chest still placed after the champions entered as Trent emerges, enraged at this point and charges Catalina! The quicker Catalina sidesteps and delivers a drop toe hold, sending Trent’s head right into the chest!

Terra Skye: And just like that we’re right back where we started…

Johnny Vegas: But at least they aren’t IN the ring. Falls count anywhere should be based on whomever has the most creative pinfall. Boom, Catalina wins because she pinned Trent Steel…

Terra Skye: Unsuccessfully…

Johnny Vegas: But on the FRIGGIN’ SUN! Do you not understand how EPIC that is? She’s a pariah for our times, a sign of the new era of superstar.

Boy: The sun! It burns!

Boy shields his eyes, knocking Johnny in the back of the head and sending the veteran commentator’s sunglasses flying. Cursing Johnny grabs them and shoves them back on his face before huffing and crossing his arms. At the top of the ramp, Trent yells at Catalina, his eyes alight with crazed fury.

Trent Steel: Everyone wants a god DAMNED nostalgia act… Well, FINE!

He throws a fake punch, forcing Catalina to block the top of her head and then delivers a heart punch right to the chest of Catalina! The champ’s eyes go wide as she gulps for air and plops down on her butt, still trying to get air. Trent smirks and delivers his own boot to Catalina’s face before making a cover! Jeff slides in and starts the count…


ONE!


TWO!


THR…

Marlowe comes crashing in from out of no where, breaking up the pinfall attempt! Cursing, Trent starts to pepper Kit with a flurry of rights and lefts, backing Marlowe up to the chest. Suddenly, Zephyr reappears and delivers a big boot to the side of Kit’s head!

Johnny Vegas: WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK?! The monster thing was supposed to have EATEN her by now!

Terra Skye: This match has certainly been one for the record books, that’s for sure!

Boy: Records spin like a wheel!

Johnny pounds the desk some more as Trent pulls Kit’s prone body away from the chest and Zephyr opens it up.

Trent pushes Marlowe hard and the champion falls backwards into the open chest, the top falling down on top of him, courtesy of Zephyr! Catalina takes a deep breath before Zed Hotley once again appears out of no where with mocha from the concession stand!

Zed Hotley: HEY! OVER HER…

Catalina grabs the mocha and downs it in a gulp before wiping her mouth on the back of her hand and grabbing Zed.

Catalina Cortes: Now please, silence. The. FUCK. Up.

She pushes him back lightly and lets out a banshee like battle cry before charging at Trent and Zephyr. The challengers look ready, but Kit springs up from the chest, smacking Zephyr in the jaw with the lid! Catalina smirks and hits a Blaze Kick on Trent, knocking him back into the chest! Zephyr recovers and leaps at Catalina from the top of the chest, but Marlowe catches her in the air and drops her right back down again onto the chest! Zephyr crumples to the ground as Trent’s arm appears, as Trent climbs out from the chest. Catalina catches him just in time though and leaps with all of her might, coming down hard on top of Trent’s arm!

Johnny Vegas: That’s right! Shatter his arm!

Terra Skye: Isn’t wishing for the end of a career a bit much?

Boy: Forever is only temporary…

Zephyr is starting to recover, but the champions are quick to react, Marlowe positioning himself in front of Zephyr while Catalina gets behind the chest. The two nod at each other as Marlowe connects with Massacre at Paris and Catalina leaps off the top of the chest and connects with the back of Zephyr’s head with Massacre at Melrose! Marlowe quickly rolls Zephyr over as Catalina once again gets behind the chest, draping herself over it and yanking as hard as she can on Trent’s reemerging arm.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING DING DING!!

Kelly Carmichael: Your Winners and STILL CW Tag Team Champions... Catalina Cortes and Christopher Marlowe!!!!!

Johnny Vegas: Yes! The champs have turned back yet another unworthy foe!


Terra Skye: That match was incredible. What a fucking ride that was. Trent and Zephyr gave Catalina and Marlowe everything they had and more.

Boy: All the Gravy!

Johnny Vegas: WAHOOOO!!! Now... Let's go watch some other shit go my way!

Terra Skye: You hope.

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The scene opens in an undisclosed location, watching the Ultraviolent Champion Kyra Johnson as she paces back and forth - the Ultraviolent Championship laying on the ground beside her. The camera’s zoom out to see the World Champion, Amber Ryan standing a short distance away, watching. After a few moments, Kyra stops pacing and turns her attention to Ryan, sighing.

Kyra Johnson: Are you gonna say something or are you just here for the show?

Amber pushes off of the wall she was leaning against and approaches.

Amber Ryan: Just trying to choose my words carefully.

Kyra Johnson: Oh, so you’re not here to talk about something that I’m gonna like.

Amber sighs herself and shrugs her shoulders.

Amber Ryan: Doesn't seem like that's possible these days. Listen, Kyra I…

Her voice trails off as she gets closer and their eyes meet finally. The eyes of two determined, stubborn women - Two women at two very different points in their lives… Best friends. Kyra shakes her head.

Kyra Johnson: You don’t like what I’m getting ready to do. I know.

Amber Ryan: And you don’t like what I’m getting ready to do. But there’s a difference, Kyra…

Kyra Johnson: Ken deserves it, right?

Amber nods and Kyra chuckles.

Amber Ryan: Something like that. Just… just think about what you’re really doing and who you think you're doing it for. Honestly, what has Eli ever done to you?

Kyra stops for a moment, turning away and glancing down at her title belt.

Kyra Johnson: Nothing.

Amber almost heaves a sigh of relief as she steps in behind Kyra.

Amber Ryan: Kyra…

Kyra Johnson: You know..

Kyra interrupts her and turns around, coming face to face with Amber.

Kyra Johnson: ...I haven’t felt this… alive in a long fucking time. I haven’t felt like myself.. And I feel like you guys wanna rip that right back away from me.

Amber's eyes widen a bit, almost like there’s more to what Kyra’s saying that only she can understand.

Amber Ryan: If I wanted to rip something away from you Kyra, I'd have already done it... This isn't about Eli really, is it? … but you’re going to hurt him anyway.

Kyra doesn’t answer and after a few moments, Amber shakes her head - disgust coming over her face as she takes a step backwards.

Amber Ryan: He’s just a fucking kid. He’s just a fucking kid who thinks he’s doing the right thing. I’m sure we believed we were doing the right thing once or twice in our lives as well…

Amber shakes her head again and turns to leave. Kyra watches and once Amber’s far enough away, she turns around.

Kyra Johnson: Hello pot… Meet kettle.

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Terra Skye: Johnny, if there ever was a time that I would be compelled to feel sorry for you, it would be during a match like this next one.

Johnny Vegas: Not that I'd let you, or anyone feel sorry for me. But why?

Terra Skye: Well, I think it must be pretty hard on you to watch Paragon continue to crumble.

Johnny Vegas: Who said Paragon is crumbling?

Kelly Carmichael: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...

Johnny Vegas: I mean, we are working through a bit of a rough patch right now. But tonight is going to prove that Paragon can get through anything. We will last forever.

Kelly Carmichael: ...and it is for the Carnage Wrestling UltraViolent Championship!

Terra Skye: Umm, I'm not sure what you've been watching. But at this point Paragon is next to dead, if not already gone.

Johnny Vegas: You shut your whore mouth. Whore.

Terra Skye: Right. Well I must be completely off-base then, to elicit such a reaction.

Johnny Vegas: You're goddamn right you are.

Terra Skye: I was being sarcastic you moron.

Kelly Carmichael: Making his way to the ring first, the challenger:

The lights in the MECU pavilion cut out.



The drum solo pops in followed by the guitar riff. Once the guitar riff starts, the lights flash back on with Eli Goode standing at the top of the ramp with a leather jacket on. He looks around the pavilion and slowly lifts his arms up to the side. After a few seconds, he lowers his arms and walks down the ramp. He passes by the audience members. Some reach out to get a high five. To those, he gives high fives.

Kelly Carmichael: Standing in at 5'6" and weighing in at 160 pounds. From Memphis, Tennessee: ELLLIIII GOOOODE!

As the music slows, he slowly takes a few steps up the ring steps. He stops at the ring apron and looks out to the audience.



He looks down at the ground upon those lyrics being spoken. He takes in a deep breath and enters the ring. He spins around to the corner and steps up to the middle turnbuckle.



Once the chorus starts again, he lifts up his arms again. He takes off the jacket and hops off the turnbuckle. He walks over and tosses it over towards Boy. He spins around and waits for the match to start as the music fades out.

Johnny Vegas: That's my boy.

Boy: GWAAHH!

Johnny Vegas: No, not you.

Terra Skye: You know, I have my doubts about Eli's strategy going into this match-

Johnny Vegas: And no one that matters gives a shit about your doubts. All of these people here in the big tent and watching at home only need to understand that Eli Goode is all about doing the right thing. Eli is willing to do whatever it takes in the best interest of the group and he's got the balls to put his body on the line to back it up. People like you need to put some respect on Eli's good name.

Terra Skye: I'm not putting down Eli at all. He's a great competitor, a great athlete. He's been our Ultraviolent champion before and if he actually plans to fight in this match, I think he could be again. But Kyra on the other hand-

Boy: Crack the noodle whip!

Kelly Carmichael: ...and his opponent:

"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.

Kelly Carmichael: She is the reigning and defending UltraViolent Champion. She stands 5'7" and weighs in at 125 pounds. From Baltimore, Maryland: KKKYYYRRRAAA JOOHHNNNSSOOONNNN!

She's got a big smile on her face as she motions out to the cheering crowd and then to the ring where her opponent stands, waiting. Easily noticed is the full bottle of Jack Daniels she's holding in her right hand as she begins down the ramp.



As the lyrics continue, Johnson slides into the ring under the bottom rope and rises to her feet - making a beeline for her opponent; talking shit the entire time. Kyra laughs as the referee has to step in between her and her opponent, pushing her backwards as she raises her arms in the air and allows him to move her into the opposite corner. She turns around, drops the bottle of whiskey to the mat and jumps up to the second turnbuckle, raising her arms to the cheering crowd as her music begins to fade out.



Terra Skye: Well, here goes nothing!

The match begins with the fans in attendance amped up ready to see an all out war. Kyra and Eli both circle the ring and Eli dictates that he wants to start with a lock-up. Eli slips Kyra into a side headlock. Kyra seems agitated about the slow start to the match. Eli transitions into an armbar then into a hammerlock and then back into the side headlock. He doesn't appear to be wrenching down on Kyra's head, just trying to keep her from being able to get any offense in. Eli appears to say a few words down to Kyra and she responds with a stiff forearm shot into Eli's kidney. Once the headlock is broken she pops right up and slams another stiff forearm into the jaw of the challenger. Eli stumbles back a half-step and stops to check his lip for blood. Kyra charges and Eli stands there as she hits him with a running forearm smash to the side of his face and this time Eli stumbles all the way back into the corner. Kyra comes up and starts laying the boots to Eli. One after another after another, until Eli slumps down into the corner and now Kyra's doing her best mudhole stomping with no referee to stop her. By the time Kyra is finished, Eli is laying with the back of his head against the bottom turnbuckle and clutching his chest. Kyra grabs him by the wrist and pulls him back up only to drill him with a short-arm lariat.

Terra Skye: And this is exactly my point… Eli’s not fighting back! This isn’t going to do anything but one of two things.. It’s going to piss Kyra off more than she already is - Or it’s going to end up like her match with Lucy… Neither are good conclusions to this.

Johnny Vegas: Eli knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s just luring this stupid cunt in and then he’s going to fuck her up and take that belt. You just watch.

Eli rolls over and pushes himself up to his feet only to be kicked in the ribs on the way up. He stumbles towards the ropes, grabbing onto the top one for balance. Kyra stalks the challenger looking for an irish whip, but once more Eli springs to life and locks in a standing-side headlock. Eli takes Kyra down with a side headlock takeover and for a brief moment Kyra's shoulders are pinned to the mat.


One!

Kyra rolls her shoulder up quickly, but for the moment she is trapped as the challenger seems to be content with just holding the champion down against the mat. Again, he talks to her, trying to calm her down or at least reason with her. Kyra isn't interested.

Boy: FLAVORTOWN!

Terra Skye: This isn’t a therapy session Eli! She’s dangerous and you’re trying to talk her down! It’s not going to go well.

Johnny Vegas: Well that BITCH put herself right where she is right now and when Eli unleashed FURY upon her, she’ll be wishing she hadn’t of abandoned--

Terra Skye: Do you really want her to hear you saying that?

Johnny Vegas: I don’t give a FUCK what she hears! FUCK YOU KYRA! BITCH!

She rolls her hips and gains enough leverage to push them both back up to a standing position. She goes to punch Eli in the kidney area again but Eli counters first with a quick drop-toe hold. He rolls himself over the champion and applies a front facelock. The limited crowd here in the MECU pavilion boo as they were expecting to see UltraViolence. Kyra stomps the mat in frustration as the referee asks her if she wants to submit. Eli keeps Kyra stuck in this holding pattern until finally he decides to simply let go of her and to push himself back up to his feet. He offers a hand out to help Kyra up off of the mat, but she quickly slaps his hand away.

Terra Skye: Even the crowd is trying to get Eli to fight her.

Johnny Vegas: He has a PLAN. So leave him alone!

Terra Skye: Well his ‘plan’ is going to get him hurt. I get that he’s trying to do the right thing, but I don’t know that trying to appeal to Kyra’s sense of goodness and friendship is even possible anymore.

Boy: THREADS!

Kyra pushes herself back up off of the mat and this time she gets face to face with Eli. The words being exchanged appear to be heated on Kyra's part. Eli puts his hands up to show Kyra that he has no interest in fighting. He then shoots forward to put Kyra in yet another standing side headlock. This time, however, Kyra isn't having any of it. She hoists Goode up and slams him down on the back of his head with a side belly-to-back suplex. The force of the impact sends Eli rolling underneath the bottom rope and out to the floor below. Kyra follows up with a baseball slide exit of the ring. She walks over to where Eli is trying to pull himself up and she hits him with a running punt kick to the side of his head. The referee comes out to check on Eli but Kyra pulls him back up to his feet only to slam his head into the nearby ringsteps. Eli's forehead nearly cracks off of the unforgiving steel. Eli is stunned enough that Kyra lays his bad arm out across the top of the steps. She walks over to grab a steel folding chair from behind Boy. She brings the chair back over and hoists it high above her head. She slams the chair down into the steps, but Eli just manages to slide his arm out of harm's way at the last second. The shockwave of the impact reverberates through the chair and Kyra drops it immediately. Her hands look to have taken the brunt of the force here. Eli pulls himself back up to his feet and locks Kyra in yet another headlock. Kyra's hands hurt too much for another back suplex, so instead she churns her legs and rushes both herself and Eli towards the far ringpost. Eli promised that he wouldn't stop Kyra from trying to hurt him, so he lets go of her head just in time so that his skull pings off of the ringpost and Kyra's does not. Eli is now busted open the hard way.

Terra Skye: And THIS is what I’m saying! Oh my God.. He’s absolutely pouring blood!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah but her hands hurt… GOOD. FUCK HER. Hope they fall the fuck off!

Kyra takes a moment to shake out her hands, and her frustration is real that her opponent absolutely refuses to fight. She goes and retrieves her whiskey bottle. At first the fans think that she plans on using it as a weapon, but instead she pops the top off and swigs. Eli Goode sits up, his face already half a crimson mask as he grabs onto Kyra's pants to help pull himself back up to his feet. She feels this and spits a mouthful of that burning alcohol down into Goode's eyes and that open gash on his forehead, which can't feel good.

Johnny Vegas: YOU FUCKING BITCH! THAT’S ALCOHOL ABUSE…. AND YOU’RE HURTING MY GUY! FUCK YOU!

Kyra is going out of her way to prove that she isn't Eli's friend, leaving him to writhe on the ringside floor for a few moments. Kyra leans down and grabs Eli by the back of the head and pulls him up just enough to yell at him, telling him to start fighting back or else. Eli shakes his head no and Kyra responds with a headbutt square on the open wound. Kyra looks up at the crowd with Eli Goode's blood on her face. Kyra pulls Eli up to his feet and kicks him in the gut before delivering a straight closed fist to Eli's forehead. Once more Kyra has to shake out her hand as Eli goes stumbling towards a stack of weapons leaning against the barricade. Kyra charges Eli and clotheslines him, taking both wrestlers over the railing and spilling out into where the crowd is seated. Carnage security has to rush to make sure that the fans stay properly distanced away from the wrestlers as Eli crawls away from the ringside area with Kyra in pursuit. Kyra stomps on the back of Eli as he makes his way over toward one of the support poles holding the MECU Pavilion up. Kyra presses his face against the pole and pushes her foot down on the back of his head. Eli screams out in pain and the referee asks him if he wants to quit but he refuses to stop the match until Kyra relents and sees him as a friend. Kyra practically begs Eli to start fighting back and eventually releases the pressure as Eli lays slumped against the pole. Kyra tells Eli that she has to show him the truth about their friendship. She charges for a running kick to the back of Goode's head but Eli falls away at the last moment and Kyra's leg catches nothing but post!

Terra Skye: Oh shit...

Johnny Vegas: HAHAHAH!!! FUCK YOU!

Terra Skye: That shot really hurt her ankle… That doesn’t look good at all.

Kyra screams out as she is hobbling and limping. The referee asks Kyra if she is okay and she ignores him as she tests her leg out by putting weight on it and it doesn't go exactly well. It appears as if Kyra may have some kind of ankle or lower leg damage as she can only step a certain way and with a heavy limp. Eli is back up and unaware of what just happened, his back turned during his 'lucky' accident and his face now covered in his own blood. He drags his feet over towards Kyra and locks in yet another side headlock and yells out to Kyra that their friendship is the most important thing; not this fight and not that championship. Kyra screams out as she tries to do everything in her power to break out of the headlock but this time Eli has it cinched on tight. With one good leg, Kyra is able to move Eli out towards the perimeter of the Pavilion and dangerously close to the Chesapeake bay. Eli realizes that they're at the edge of the peer and he releases the headlock on his own. Kyra back to a vertical base. Eli peering at her with his hands up telling her that this isn't the place to fight, even if he would fight back. Kyra doesn't want to hear it and she does a half-charge forward limping hard with her fist cocked back. Eli has no choice but to duck and to throw Kyra over his head with a massive back body drop right into the bay! The crowd on hand at the MECU pavilion cheer wildly!

Terra Skye: HOLY SHIT! Kyra’s been thrown into the Chesapeake Bay!

Johnny Vegas: Hope the bitch gets hit by a boat.

Boy: SHARKS BE SWIMMIN!

Johnny Vegas: Good point. I hope she gets hit by a boat and eaten by a fucking shark.

Terra Skye: I know you don’t like her but damn, Johnny. That’s cold.

Johnny Vegas: I’m a cold motherfucker when some bitch hurts the people I care about.

Network cameras rush over to the edge to catch Kyra flailing in the water, struggling to keep herself above the water line. Eli gathers himself up enough to see the champion having difficulties and he immediately sticks out his hand for her. Kyra grabs onto his hand but Eli doesn't pull her up right away. Eli asks Kyra if they can be friends and Kyra is in no position to turn him down. She nods her head yes and agrees that they are friends and only then does Eli start to pull her back up onto the pier. Kyra then drills Eli with a low blow uppercut just as most of her body is out of the water. The crowd reacts negatively as Kyra pulls herself back up onto land and immediately knees Eli in the side of the head. She grabs him up into a front facelock and hoists him up for a vertical suplex. She steps backward with Eli on her shoulders and she gives him a vertical suplex straight down into the bay!

Terra Skye: CHRIST! Kyra just agreed that she’s Eli’s friend.. But only to hurt him further! Kyra’s unhinged!

Johnny Vegas: Now you see why I hate this bitch?

Terra Skye: Yeah well you’re not taking into account the events that led her here either.

Johnny Vegas: They don’t fucking matter. She made her choice and now Eli’s gotta fucking pay for it. COME ON ELI!!!

For a few moments, both competitors are completely under the murky water until Kyra is the first to pop back up with Eli not too far behind. Kyra stands up to show the world that the water wasn't ever deep enough in this section to ever worry about as she glides right over to the edge and hoists herself back up onto the pier. She pulls herself upright and limps around in a circle a moment, trying to get her still-swelling ankle to loosen up a bit. She walks back over to the piers edge and leans down to say a few words to Eli as he tries to pull himself up out of the bay. She grabs him by the back of the head and pulls him up onto the land. Kyra takes a few steps back and sets Eli up for a curbstomp on the pier. Kyra rushes forward but her ankle gives out on her. She screams out. Eli glances over and picks the bad ankle out from underneath of her. He works his way back up to his feet but he's got Kyra's ankle, twisting it with an ankle lock! Kyra screams out in pain and the crowd chants for her to tap.

Johnny Vegas: TAP OUT YOU BITCH!!!

Terra Skye: Everyone knows better than to expect Kyra Johnson to tap out in a match like this.

Boy: BUT WAIT! THERE’S MORE!

Kyra raises her shaking hand as if she's considering tapping out. The pain is just too much to bear. Eli starts wrenching down on the hold as fresh blood begins to trickle down the side of his face. But just as Kyra looks like she's about to tap the ground and uv championship away, she's able to slide her leg out from Eli's hands. Her boots and Goode's arms both soaking wet from the dunk they had just taken together. Kyra slides herself forward on the grass and Eli comes stalking behind her to grab the ankle again, but Kyra rolls over onto her back and kicks Eli away with her one good leg. Eli is so much slower than he was at the start of the match, having taken so much punishment in the early going, that Kyra is able to push herself back up to her feet. She hobbles back towards the ringside area but Eli jogs up behind her and clubs her in the back with a double axe handle that sends Kyra face first into the pavilion support pole for ‘Goode’ measure. Kyra down on all fours now nursing her own damage as Eli takes her by the hair and leads her back toward the barricade. He lifts her up and drops her down stomach first onto the metal barricade before unceremoniously dumping her back into the ringside area. Eli goes over the bikerack one leg at a time when all of a sudden, thwack! Kyra swings a kendo stick and catches the challenger right in his bad shoulder. Eli screams out in pain and clutches the shoulder. The next shot comes for his head, but Eli blocks it, ripping the kendo stick out of Kyra's hands. Eli thinks about hitting Kyra with it but instead he tosses the stick down on the ground next to her, baiting her in. Kyra reaches out for it but then Eli charges forward and drills Kyra in the side of the head with the Goode Deal! Eli rolls Kyra over and goes for the cover on the ringside floor-


One!


Two!


No!

Kyra somehow rolls her shoulder up at two and three quarters!

Johnny Vegas: Damnit!

Terra Skye: He baited her into his finisher...but it just wasn’t enough.

Eli looks up at the referee who says it was only a count of two. Goode has to wipe some of the trickling blood away from his eyes and moves to pull Kyra back to her feet. Kyra swings another weapon at him, this time the whiskey bottle from earlier, yet this time Eli is prepared. He grabs the whiskey bottle out of Kyra's hands and gestures towards her that that is not what friends do. He takes the bottle over to the ring and sets it underneath the turnbuckle before turning his attention back towards his opponent. Kyra up on her knees. This time she has a cooking sheet. She swings it at Eli but Goode simply kicks it right out of her hands. Eli yanks Kyra back up to her feet and goes to pull her towards the ring but Kyra simply collapses the moment any weight is put on that bad ankle. Eli goes for the bad ankle again looking for another ankle lock but again Kyra shoves him off with her legs. Eli stumbles back and falls onto the barricade. Kyra rolls herself over and carefully pushes herself up on her hands and one leg. She grabs the kendo stick and a burlap bag and slides herself back into the ring. She uses the kendo stick to push herself upright and glances over her shoulder at Eli as she starts to undo the bag. Eli shakes off the pain and moves to slide back into the ring, but it's too late as Kyra dumps thumbtacks all around on the very center of the canvas.

Terra Skye: Oh God.

Boy: WAKE ME UP BEFORE YOU GO GO

Eli comes up from behind and rips the kendo stick away from Kyra and starts to swipe the tacks away with his boot. With Eli's back turned, Kyra limps up to him to stop him from cleaning the ring when suddenly Eli turns around and cracks Kyra right between the eyes with a vicious shot from the kendo stick in his hand! Kyra falls back near the ropes and Eli tosses the broken remains of the stick over the ropes. Eli drops down and tries to hook both of Kyra's legs for the cover-


One!


Two!


Thr- No!

Kyra reaches out for the lights above her head and just manages to pull her shoulder blade up off of the mat. Blood is now trickling down her face as well.

Terra Skye: And now they’re both bleeding.

Johnny Vegas: That’s no surprise considering what we’ve seen so far tonight but GOOD. Hope she fucking bleeds out.

Both competitors are now soaking wet, bleeding, tired, and nursing injuries around a pile of thumbtacks that looms larger now than ever. Eli pulls himself back up to his feet and looks over at the tacks thinking that he knows what he has to do. He forces Kyra back up to hers as well and he appears to apologize to her before hoisting him up onto his shoulders. He charges towards the center of the ring for a big powerslam onto the thumbtacks but no, Kyra slides off the back of his shoulder at the last second and looks to have him in position for a reverse ddt over the tacks! But no! Kyra tweaked her ankle again upon landing and Eli spins around so that he now has her in that same reverse ddt position over the tacks! Kyra tries to counter but Eli spins her the other way with a cross rhodes onto the tacks!





Terra Skye: OH MY GOD… OH MY GOD…

Johnny Vegas: YES! ELI YOU GOT THIS!!!

Boy: DON’T LEAVE ME HANGIN ON LIKE A YOYO

Kyra writhes around in pain and Eli to a lesser extent as well. But landing on that pile of tacks wasn't fun for either of them and both quickly work to roll away from the sharp metal. Kyra slides over to the bottom turnbuckle and starts to pull thumbtacks out of her cheek as Eli comes stomping over to grab Kyra by the back of her pants. Kyra appears to have something in her hand as Eli yanks her up and onto his shoulders and he calls out for the end. With Kyra up in the firemans carry position he walks her back over top of the tacks and starts to spin her down for the Goode Night on the tacks! But no! Kyra slams the whiskey bottle down into Eli's face! Eli clutches his face as shards of glass and whiskey go spilling down into the tacks around their feet. Kyra slides down and lands on one leg behind Eli. She spins Eli around and knees him directly in the groin with all of the force that she has left to muster before she tucks his head between her legs and butterflies his arms. Kyra drills Eli Goode in the center of the ring face first onto the tacks, glass, and alcohol with the pedigree, an old finisher that she used to call the KJ Faceplant!

Terra Skye: Holy shit! The KJ Faceplant! Kyra’s old finishing move!

Johnny Vegas: NO. NO!

Kyra screams out in pain as she shoots Eli over onto his back and pins him right in the center of the tacks-

One!


Two!


Thre-NOOO!!!!





Kyra glances up at the referee who now has kevlar gloves on his hands to protect from all of the thumbtacks. He swears that Eli kicked out before the count of three and Kyra can't believe it. Eli glances over at Kyra with thumbtacks, blood, and glass now making up most of what used to be his forehead. He smiles and makes a comment about them still being friends after this and appears to pass out. Kyra slinks over and drapes her arm back over him.


One!


Two!


Three!!



Kelly Carmichael: The winner of the match, by pinfall, and STILL Carnage Wrestling UltraViolent Champion... KKYYYRRAAAA JJJOOOHHNNNNSSSOOONNNNNN!!!

Terra Skye: Wow…

Johnny Vegas: See? She really is an unfeeling CUNT. I hate her. Eli was only trying to do right by her… and this is what she does?

Terra Skye: I don’t like it either, but I don’t know. Wow. Kyra retains, but at what cost? And now we know that Mac Bane will be her next challenger at Chaos 100 - And…

Johnny Vegas: MAC is going to fucking KILL HER and she deserves it. Fuck it. I’m done. Eli had better be okay, or I’m gonna fucking kill her myself.

Terra Skye: Eli put up a great fight, and he stood up for what he believed. I gotta respect that. And I do hope he’s okay. Let’s head into a break before we get to the main event of the evening.

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    The scene opens in a bedroom in the city of Los Angeles; heavy blue curtains block most of the sun from the room, what light that does make it inside gleaming off autographed photos and a gold record in a mahogany frame. We see a hand reach over to the nightstand, slapping a bit aimlessly at the buzzing iPhone alarm going off, knocking a bottle of painkillers and a pair of Ray Bans off the table on the way. The moment one finger connects with the off button, the first slaps of Fashionable People by Joel Plaskett Emergency kick in, and the day is rolling.


        I feel foolish; wanna drink too much...


    There’s an audible yawn as he sits up, and we see the back of his head, mussed blonde hair a wild display of bedhead that can only be brought on by falling asleep with product in. We can see an elaborate rose tattoo on the side of his bare neck, petals and leaves draped around almost to his shoulderblade among a few rogue freckles. There’s a flash of grey camo boxer briefs as he gets up, and we follow him to the bathroom as he shuts the door and a shower spray mingles with the music.


        ...Let’s get tipsy and start a rumour.


    We follow behind the blonde as he mulls about the kitchen, dressed in a tour t-shirt and jeans. He makes some bacon and eggs, puts on a pot of coffee, and fills two dog bowls labeled “Huey” and “Irwin”; a pair of Aussie Shepherds mull about his legs as lean-muscled man eats, checks his black and platinum watch--groans, and rushes to toss a few things into a travel luggage by the door. The next moment he’s sliding into the back of a car in a black denim jacket, speaking inaudibly with the driver who gives him a familiar grin and nod.


        The dancers need a dance floor, the swinger’s gotta swing!


    He checks his phone on the road; several missed messages, an ocean of texts. Some of them are visible over his shoulder as he scrolls. Album release party RSVP. Promo Tour Meeting. Available for Photoshoot? He scrolls past the new messages and finds the email from the airline he’s looking for, popping it open to double-check the info.


        Fashionable people doing questionable things!


    The driver drops him off at the gate; from behind him we see him wave her off, a thundercloud tattoo peeking out from the sleeve of his jacket. An attendant arrives to help with the dog carriers, a couple of passers-by pointing and whispering to each other as he passes them by.
He's already been recognized.

    He checks in through the fast lane, and the steps go by in a blur. A first-class boarding pass is slid into his hand. LOS ANGELES CA -- BALTIMORE MD. He checks his luggage, and we see him stop to kiss both dogs on the head as they’re taken separately for boarding. The bright signs of coffee shops and fast food joints slide by as he hustles to the gate, slides into the advanced boarding line, settles into his roomy seat and sits back with a sigh as the plane taxis out for takeoff.


        I really like you--and I hope you like my band; I like your boyfriend too, do you think he’d understand?


    During the flight, he gazes out the window at the clouds, headphones settled over his ears; one moment he’s fiddling with a pen drumming out little rhythms, the next cracking open a beer, and the next doodling with the same pen on a scrap of paper amid several others. It looks like some kind of logo, lettered in electric text; below it are a few drawings of stick figures battling it out in tiny wrestling rings.


        I can’t remember how we ended up out here...


    Stepping out from the ramp with his carry-on in tow, he looks up at the signage.


    Welcome to Baltimore.


        … but all good things have got to start somewhere.


    He stands there for a moment, glancing over at the waiting lounge television; one of the screens is showing an advert for a wrestling show called We Are Relentless. From behind him, we watch his shoulders sink, and he reaches into his back pocket, pulling out his keys.


        Fashionable, fashionable, fashionable--fashionable people…


    He lifts them into view, softly jingling; his thumb rubs contemplative circles over the surface of a black ouija planchette keychain, which gleams curiously in the fluorescent light.


        Questionable, questionable, questionable--


    The scene goes to black.


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Terra Skye: Could that be a new addition to the Carnage Roster?

Johnny Vegas: Who the fuck knows anymore.

Boy: FASHION IS LIFE.

Terra Skye: Either way, I’m interested to see what this person does next…

Boy: QUESTION MY LIFE!

Terra Skye: Well… What a night it’s been, and now we’re finally here.. The main event of the evening!

Johnny Vegas: About damn time. About damn time because J--

“The Man” hits the loudspeaker for the first time in months in Carnage Wrestling as the limited fans come to their feet. From the back, dressed in a slick cream poplin suit, is the former Carnage World champion “The Blast” Jack Michaels.

Terra Skye: Well joining us on commentary is a real treat as the longest reigning Carnage World champion in Jack Mich--

Johnny Vegas: THE MAN IS BACK! WOOOOOOOO!

Terra Skye: Oh for fuck sake…

There is a lot of applause from the fans at the show as Jack gives them his trademark smile as he walks down the ramp. The grey is a bit more prominent in his hair but the fire in his eyes remains the same as he heads down towards the commentary desk. Terra gets up first to shake Jack’s hand as Jack takes it and gives her a small kiss on the cheek. Johnny roughly butts her aside though and grabs Jack in a bear hug the amusement of the former champion.

Terra Skye: For the love of God Johnny, can he at least sit down before you give yourself a heart attack?

Johnny lets go of Jack before giving the stink eye to Terra and taking a seat. Jack sits between them and puts a headset on as he looks out towards the ring.

Terra Skye: Well it’s great to see you back here in Carnage, Jack… You look fantastic and it’s always a pleasure to have you here on commentary.

Jack Michaels: Well it’s great to BE back, Terra. It’s been too long and I always love having a front row to seat to see an Amber Ryan match.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, especially one where she kicks the fuck out of that holy rolling dildo Ken right!?

Terra Skye: ‘Holy rolling dil…’ What the hell is wrong with you?

Johnny Vegas: Um... How much time do you got?

The loud cry of Godzilla rings out through the arena before fading out to the familiar opening riffs of Led Zeppelin's “Kashmir.” As Puffy Daddy’s voice comes in over the sample, the lights go down and the smoke begins to fill the floor of the stage. A spotlight hits the curtains and “Godly” Ken Davison comes out from the back, taking his place at the center of the ramp, basking in the light. He puts his arms out, robes hanging down, creating the form of the crucifix. He holds the pose for a few moments before lowering his arms.

Johnny Vegas: Here he is… That son of a bitch!

Terra Skye: For all his faults, Ken Davison might have the best chance at taking Amber down here tonight - I mean--

Johnny Vegas: YOU BITCH! How dare you say such a thing!

Terra Skye: I’m literally doing my job. If you would have let me finish.

“Hear my cries, Hear my call, Lend me your ears, See my fall
See my error, Know my faults, Time halts, See my loss
Know I'm lacking, Backtracking, Where I met you, Pistol packing
Itchy finger, Trigger happy, Try to trap me, Bad rap,
Wiretap me, Back-stab me, Break the faith, Fall from grace
Tell me lies, Time flies, Close your eyes, Come with me
Come with me, Yeah
Come with me, Uh-huh, Yeah”

Davison walks down to the ring with a purposeful stride, ignoring everything and everyone, singularly focused on the ring. Davison climbs the ringstep, stopping to wipe his boots before he climbs into the ring. The lights come up with Davison once again posing in the center of the ring. His music cuts out and he retreats to the corner.

Terra Skye: All I was saying is that Ken’s gotten into Amber’s head, and if she doesn’t come out here tonight focused - She’s going to play right into Davison’s hand.

Jack Michaels: The man knows how to play mind games and it’s something I don’t take to kindly. However, like him or not, he is the number one contender here. He’s scum, he’s a punk but… He’s talented.

"I thank you for all the lives you've led
I thank you for every word you said
I thank you for walking away..."

Pulsing, red lights roll over the Carnage faithful like a tide to the opening echoing chords, Maria Brink's vocal summoning a familiar response from those who know what to expect.

"I thank you
I thank you for the promises you broke
For always watching, watching while I choke
I thank you for teaching me
Yes, I thank you... for your hurting."

Most cheer in anticipation, but there are few who still jeer due to affiliations or just the fickle nature of a wrestling crowd on any given night. Atop the ramp, the lithe silhouette of the Distorted Angel seems to have materialised, soaking up the crowd's reaction and energy. Fans reach out for acknowledgement and wave signs in the same way that others lean out over the rail as much as they dare to yell expletives and empty threats- some get a perceptive nod, a sly wink. She sees Jack at ringside and gives him a small smile as Jack smiles back.

Jack Michaels: On the other hand, here is the one person who can knock Ken’s teeth down his fat throat. Go get em’ baby girl.

Johnny Vegas: WOOOOO!

Terra Skye: There’s no doubt that there’s a reason that Amber Ryan beat you for the World Title, Jack. She couldn’t have made it back to the top of the Carnage ladder without being one of the best out there.

Following a slow lap of the ring as the lights continue to pulse in time with the music, Amber slips fluidly beneath the bottom rope.

"I bite down a little harder, my blades a little sharper
My roots, my roots
Run deep into the hollow
Strike back a little harder, I scream a little louder
My roots, my roots
Run deep into the hollow"

Amber climbs through the ropes and locks eyes with Ken. The two never take their eyes off each other as Kelly Carmichael stands in the center of the ring for introductions.

Kelly Carmichael: Introducing first, the challenger. He weighs in tonight at 219 lbs. Hailing from Boston, Massachusetts… he is “GODLY”... KEN… DAVISON!!!

Davison still stands stoically in the corner, still staring down the champion.

Kelly Carmichael: And his opponent… from Atlantic City, New Jersey… she is the Carnage Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion… the “Distorted Angel”... AMBER… RYYYYYYYYAAAAANNNN!!!

Amber lifts her hand in the air, but she also isn’t taking her eyes off of the challenger.

Kelly Carmichael: The match is scheduled for two out of three falls. The first fall will be a submission match. The second fall is first blood. The final fall, should it be needed, as voted on by you, the Carnage Legion will be…

Kelly opens an envelope and reads the paper inside.

Kelly Carmichael: ... a Cage of Death match!!! The rules of the match are as follows.... After the second fall, the cage hanging above us will be lowered onto the ring. Attached to the cage are weapons which can be used by both wrestlers. The match can be won by pinfall, submission or knock out!!!

Terra Skye: So Jack, with your experience with these types of matches and of course your personal dealings with both of these wrestlers, how do you see this playing out?

Johnny Vegas: Amber is going to beat the fuck out of Ken, make him quit and then...

Terra Skye: AHEM. Thank you JACK. Jesus...

Jack Michaels: There are a few factors to take in here but speed and agility are going to have to work to Amber’s advantage. She is used to fighting from underneath against a bigger opponent but I think she’s going to need to take the fight more directly to Ken. What’s also interesting here is that you are going to see a residual from each match playing a role down the road.

Terra Skye: How so?

Jack Michaels: You have to figure with the amount of hatred these two have and the determination to walk out as champion, it’s going to take something brutal to make them say I quit. Whoever gets that move on first is going to do some serious damage for later down the line. Arms can be broken, legs can be snapped and without full use of something you need… It’s going to get dangerous as we progress on.

Both wrestlers walk out to the center of the ring, talking trash as Kelly leaves the ring. The referee decides not to get between them and calls for the bell.



Surprisingly, both wrestlers take a step back and begin circling one another. Davison moves first, trying to grab Amber with a single leg, but Amber sidesteps and “Godly” slides past,, immediately standing up and turning around as though he expected Amber to get out of the way. The two continue circling one another, neither competitor able to get a hold of the other. Finally, the two engage in an elbow and collar tie up, with Davison leveraging the smaller Ryan into the corner. He locks on a bear hug and as Amber tries to wriggle free, manages to shimmy her down to the next corner. Ken finally lets go of Amber who lifts her leg up to make sure Ken has to keep his distance.

Johnny Vegas: Get off her you fuck!

Terra Skye: Already a bit of the strength advantage coming forward here.

Jack Michaels: He’s trying to mess with her head. Amber knows this but she needs to stay ahead and hit him straight on.

“Godly” waits in the middle ring, pointing to his brain, taunting Amber about the fact that he’s in her head. Davison deftly tries to take Amber down with a single leg, but Amber jumps up and tries to get a guillotine. She slides off of Davison’s smooth scalp, landing on her back while Davison manages to hold onto her leg. “Godly” tries to twist Amber’s leg into some kind of submission, but Amber pulls her way over to the ropes and Davison is forced to break the hold.

Terra Skye: They’re staying just far enough away from one another here in the early going that when one really does get a hold of the other, I feel like there’s gonna be hell to pay.

Davison continues smirking while Amber gets up giving her adversary a death stare. Davison goes for another elbow and collar tie up, but Amber catches him with a dirty boxing strike to the ribs. She drives her knee into Davison, catching him in the neck and causing him to fall onto his hands and knees. Amber Ryan grabs Davison by both sides of the head, bringing him to his feet. She then peppers him with a series of four jabs to the chin, causing him to bounce off the ropes. As Davison rebounds, she drops him to the mat with a vicious headbutt. He lands on the mat and Amber continues the assault, laying into Davison with repeated stomps and kicks.

Jack Michaels: That’s what I’m talking about! Amber can’t take a backstep here!

Johnny Vegas: YEAH! WHAT HE SAID!

Terra Skye: So, you’re just not going to have your own thoughts now? Christ. Anyway, Amber is definitely paying Ken back for what happened at Chaos 96, that’s for damn sure.

Johnny Vegas: As she should! That fucker.

“The Distorted Angel” pulls Davison up to his feet again, catching him with another shot to the ribs which drops Davison so he is sitting on the bottom ropes. Amber pulls him up and Irish whips Ken. Davison tries to reverse, but Amber plants her feet and pulls Davison back to her. Davison uses the momentum and delivers a kick to the midsection of Amber Ryan. Davison whips Amber into the ropes and delivers an overhead release belly-to-belly suplex sending Amber flying to the ropes on the far side of the ring. Amber rolls with it, getting instinctively to her feet, but she staggers to the corner as she tries to get her bearings. Davison rushes at Amber and connects with a clothesline which sends Amber to the outside of the ring.

Terra Skye: We knew this was going to happen eventually, Davison is starting to get a bit of momentum, can he keep it?

Johnny Vegas: NO!

Jack Michaels: She needs to keep attacking but she needs to use her brains to stay in front. As much as I hate to give him credit, Ken knows how to hurt someone and won’t hesitate to use any advantage he can.

Johnny Vegas: Maybe Amber could of brought a knife to the ring. I mean, it’s not illegal right? Cut that fucker from ear to ear! Watch him quit!

Jack Michaels: I… Well… You’re not wrong.

Terra Skye: For fuck sake...

The referee says something to Davison and he gently shoves him away. From outside of the ring, Amber manages to grab Davison’s ankle and pull him towards the outside. Amber gets Davison’s legs on each one of her shoulders and swings him into the ringside barricade. Davison lets out a yell as he grabs his head. Ryan pauses, still getting her head on straight. After a few seconds, she seems to have cleared her head and turns to survey the damage to Ken. Amber rolls Davison into the ring, rolling him onto his back and trying to grab at Davison’s legs. Davison pulls his legs in and pushes Amber off him with all of his might.

Johnny Vegas: Come on! MAKE HIM TAP!

Terra Skye: Amber looks like she wants to hurt him a bit before she goes for the submission. Can’t blame her, exactly - Ken’s been a thorn in her side for a while now.

Jack Michaels: She wants to make him pay… I can understand it but the focus needs to still be on keeping that belt.

Terra Skye: This is far from over though. These two have still got a lot left in the tank.

Davison gets to his hands and knees and shakes his head while Amber pulls herself up using the ropes. Ryan grabs Davison who explodes with an uppercut that stuns Amber. He fires off two more, sending Amber into the corner. He whips her across the ring and follows her in. Amber quickly gets out of the way and Davison flies between the top and middle ropes, crashing shoulder first into the ringpost and falling to the outside of the ring. Amber paces inside of the ring while the referee talks to her. Davison gets to his feet and as the referee turns to check on him, Amber hits the ropes and leaps over him, landing on top of “Godly” with a topé con giro, knocking him back into the barricade.

Jack Michaels: Great move! No back step!

Terra Skye: That was a beautiful topé con giro from Amber there. Showing that she can do just about anything when she’s in that ring, or outside of it for that matter.

Johnny Vegas: Of course she CAN.

Terra Skye: That’s literally what I just said, asshole.

Amber gets to her feet first and as Ken does the same, grabs him by the back of the neck and drags him around the ring post to the other side of the ring and throws him face first into the steel steps. The referee tries to admonish Amber who simply ignores him and she walks up the ringsteps. The referee follows her into the ring and Amber gets in his face, backing him up and he continues to yell at her.

Amber Ryan: What are you going to do? Disqualify me?

Terra Skye: Damn, Amber’s not taking any shit right now, but it’s completely within the rights of the referee to disqualify her if he deems necessary - Of course that’s definitely not the conclusion that anyone here in the MECU Pavilion wants to see for the first fall of this matchup.

Jack Michaels: I mean technically it’s a submission match so all he can do is throw the match out, not really DQ her. Granted there isn’t a chance in hell that’s how she wants to walk away from this one but...

Johnny Vegas: She’d rather die first.

Jack Michaels: *sigh.* Yeah… Just like her Dad.

Davison is still down on the outside of the ring writhing in pain. Davison eventually crawls into the ring, sporting a nice sized welt in the center of his forehead. Amber immediately boots Davison right on the welt, trying to open him up. Amber waits until Davison leans forward and delivers a straight right to his forehead, either trying to soften him up or open him up. Amber pulls Davison up only to drop him with a forceful headbutt.

Johnny Vegas: So, um… What if Amber opens this piece of human garbage up before the first fall is contested?

Terra Skye: I… Wow. I honestly don’t think I know the answer to that question.

Jack Michaels: Honestly, I don’t know how that would work. I believe it would fall to the ref’s decision whether or not that cut would constitute a win or if she would have to cut him again.

Terra Skye: Either way, if she does make Ken Davison bleed now, it’ll be much easier for her to do the same when it’s time for the First Blood match.

Amber smiles as she looks down at Davison who is trying to get to his feet. Amber gets down on one knee and digs her nails into Davison’s forehead. After failing to open Davison up, Ryan let's go in frustration. Davison gets to one knee and Amber catches him with a short right hook that only seems to wake Davison up. “Godly” throws an overhead right, landing the blow cleanly. He throws another and connects at the same time that Amber throws another jab. Davison throws two more haymakers, somehow winning the exchange with Amber. Davison runs back to the ropes and Amber quickly executes a waistlock go behind then transitions it into a snap dragon suplex. Amber rolls Davison onto his stomach with the full nelson still applied.

Johnny Vegas: HAH! Davison thought he could outsmart her! SUCKS FOR YOU!

Terra Skye: Ken Davison has taken a lot of punishment up to this point, but I’m not surprised that he was able to get in a little defense there to combat the flurry of offense that Amber’s been hitting him with up to this point. I don’t think he’s going to give up to a full nelson, though.

Johnny Vegas: God Terra… You fucking suck.

Terra Skye: Because I’m not favoring one wrestler over the other? Because I give them both their due in spite of who they are as people? Get over yourself, Vegas.

The referee checks on Davison, asking him if he wants to give up, Davison responds by letting out a guttural yell and lifts his hips, managing to get his knees underneath him. The adrenaline allows him to lean back, then throw himself forward, which causes Amber to release the hold and flip over his head. Amber rolls with it, getting her feet while Davison is still recovering. She marches over and straddles Davison grabbing him in a chinlock. The ref checks Davison again, but every time he tries to answer, Amber delivers a forearm across his face. Davison drops to the mat face first and Amber stands up pacing around while the referee checks to see if Davison is out. Davison shakes his head and Amber pounces, pulling Davison to his feet, only to be rewarded by Davison grabbing her with a Muay Thai clinch. He delivers a series of knees, connects in the midsection and possibly catches Amber in her ribs. The moment Amber staggers, Davison whips her into the ropes. The champion reverses it and sends Davison into the ropes. Davison ducks a Yakuza kick on the return trip and comes bouncing back, getting caught with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker from Amber. Amber grabs Davison by the arm, presumably looking for her ground octopus hold or cattle mutilation, but Davison rolls away, shaking his arm loose in the process.

Jack Michaels: Some strength from Amber here that has to be coming from the anger she has for Ken. When she is pissed off… She can do just about anything.

Terra Skye: Amber picked this stipulation for a reason, and now that she’s got Davison looking a little worse for wear - It looks like she’s ready to start making him suffer.

Johnny Vegas: And suffer he should… That Bastard.

Davison rolls himself into the corner where he slumps onto the bottom turnbuckle. Amber stalks over and delivers a few boxing blows and a knee to the sternum before picking Davison up. She lifts him up and sits him up on the top turnbuckle then slaps him right across the face. She grabs by the back of the neck and he finds the energy to slap her across the face in retaliation. Amber comes back and Davison slaps her again. Then grabs her in a front face guillotine and lifts her off the canvas, putting her down every few seconds but maintaining the hold. Amber lifts Davison off the turnbuckle, but Ken is able to kick his foot off the middle turnbuckle and transition into a tornado DDT. The delirious Davison instinctively rolls over to cover Amber and the referee reminds him that he is involved in a submission match.

Johnny Vegas: HAH! That stupid fuck!

Jack Michaels: Stupid or not John, Amber is hurt.

Terra Skye: That is apparent and honestly Johnny… That’s an easy mistake to make, especially since he’s taken a lot of damage so far in this match, and he’s obviously hurting. Amber’s done a great job so far keeping him on his toes.

Johnny Vegas: Or on his back.

Terra Skye: That too.

Davison rolls over and onto his hands and knees. He is struggling to get his feet beneath him due to the beating he has endured at the hands of Amber Ryan. Both competitors get to their feet around the same time and Amber unloads a heavy, but sloppy straight right to Davison’s jaw. “Godly” responds with a right hook of his own, knocking Amber back. Ryan uses the momentum to come at Ken connecting with another jab. Davison throws another haymaker, but Amber responds with alternating body shots knocking Davison back into the corner. Amber runs to the middle of the ring and turns around running towards the corner. She goes for a shotgun dropkick, but Davison falls out of the way. Amber staggers back and Davison applies a full nelson of his own. He lifts Amber over his head connecting with a dragon suplex of his own. He maintains the hold and rolls him and Amber over, lifting the much lighter Ryan up as he gets to his feet. He delivers a second dragon suplex and repeats the process, giving “The Distorted Angel” three dragon suplexes. On the final suplex, Davison rolls over and applies the same full nelson crab that Amber used on him before. Amber, with a great sense of ring awareness, gets her foot on the bottom rope and breaks the hold.

Jack Michaels: Okay, smart move baby girl… Get your bearings back.

Terra Skye: She’s got great ring awareness, I’ll give her that. If Davison would have been able to cinch that in, she would have been in a world of pain.

Johnny Vegas: But she still wouldn’t have given up.

Terra Skye: Probably not, because she hates him that much… But this is a submission match. Someone’s gonna have to submit before it’ll be over.

Davison gets up and marches around Amber with renewed vigor. He waits until Amber is almost to his feet and tries to grab her from behind, but she grabs his arm and throws her over her shoulder with a picture perfect judo throw. Davison gets up in the corner and Amber rushes in and catches him with a knee to the chin. She manages to lift Ken up to the top turnbuckle and jumps up with an enziguri that catches Davison flush. Amber grabs Davison and cradles his legs, somehow finding the energy to deliver a muscle buster in an amazing show of strength. The adrenaline from both competitors seems to have worn off as both Ken and Amber are flat on their backs in the middle of the ring trying to catch their breath as the crowd chants “This is awesome!”

Terra Skye: The crowd here in the MECU Pavilion is right, this is awesome. This entire show has been one amazing match after another and we’re topping it off with a grudge match to end all grudge matches!

Amber is slightly faster getting to her feet, coming up behind Davison and starting to apply a sleeper hold. Davison grabs her arm, preventing her from locking her hands. He falls to his knees, but twists her torso so that he can throw Amber over his shoulder and to the mat. Amber throws a punch which Davison ducks under and picks her up with an inverted atomic drop which he transitions into a Northern Lights suplex. Davison rolls onto his knees, then reaches down looking for the Hands of God, but Amber is able to connect with a punch to the stomach, stunning him long enough to allow her to roll away.

Johnny Vegas: KICK HIM IN THE NUTS!

Terra Skye: You don’t think she’s already thought of that at one point or another? But maybe she doesn’t need to because she’s doing a pretty good job of playing keep away with Davison as it is.

Jack Michaels: It’s time to use some of that tenacity and get him back onto her playing field.

Davison walks forward and manages to grab Amber by the leg. He pulls her to the middle of the ring and applies an ankle lock to his prey. The referee checks on the champion, who is on her elbows and tries to leverage her way out of the hold. Amber twists, but Davison won’t let go of her leg. Davison manages to torque Amber’s leg hard enough that she rolls back into the prone position of her stomach. Amber rolls onto her back again, but this time Davison steps over, refusing to let Amber’s leg go. Ryan uses her free leg to kick Davison’s right leg out from under him. He falls back first on top of Amber, who manages to catch Davison like a Venus Fly Trap and apply some kind of chokehold.

Jack Michaels: Great move there, sapping the air from Ken!

Terra Skye: I don’t know what that is, but she’s got it in tight!

Johnny Vegas: Good! Snap his neck!

Terra Skye: Christ…

Davison is flailing about, trying to escape the hold. The referee once again checks as Davison slowly stops fighting as hard. Davison has his hand up, looking as though he might tap. Instead of rocking back and trying to roll out of the hold, Davison reaches down and grabs the same ankle he was torturing just seconds before, putting Amber in a position where she has to decide to try and submit Davison or fight her way out of the hold. Amber finally releases her choke hold and Davison rolls into a position where he can continue the assault on Amber’s ankle. The referee checks on Amber and she covers her head, attempting to block out the pain so she can find a way out of the hold. Amber lifts herself up and contorts her body, sending Ken flying head first into the middle turnbuckle.

Johnny Vegas: WALK IT OFF!

Terra Skye: She’s had an answer for everything Ken’s tried to do thus far… And now he’s probably got another headache to go along with everything else.

Amber gets to her feet, being careful not to put too much weight on her right foot. She runs in, but Davison dodges and now it’s now Amber’s turn to crash into the ring post. She stumbles back into the ring and falls to the mat. In the opposite corner, Davison is leaning over the top rope, looking at Ryan as he decides what his next move is. Davison pounces, grabbing Amber by the leg and dragging her back in the middle of the ring. He applies a heel hook on Amber and as soon as he drops down, he grapevines Amber’s leg with his own, giving her no escape from the hold. Amber screams out in pain as the referee checks on her which causes “Godly” to lean back and apply more pressure to Amber’s ankle. After a few more seconds, Amber passes out and the referee forces Davison to release the hold.



Kelly Carmichael: Your winner of the first fall… by submission… “GODLY” KEN DAVISON!!!

Johnny Vegas: FUCK!

Jack Michaels: Son of a bitch… He got her but this one is far from over.

Terra Skye: Jack’s right, Amber may have lost this fall - But there are still two more. It just makes it even more important for the World Champ to be on her game for the rest of this match because if Ken wins the second fall - It’s over.

Johnny Vegas: Son of a sea snot!

Terra Skye: If you’re at home wondering why it’s taking so long for the second fall to begin, we’re in a bit of a ‘rest period’ right now while the medical personnel help Amber come to.

Jack Michaels: The problem is now, she’s going to have to protect that ankle. Her hands may drop which means Ken has more openings to get blood from her face.

Johnny Vegas: And look at the smug look on Davison’s stupid bald fucking face… YOU SUCK!

The referee backs Davison off while the medical crew attends to Amber. Davison perches himself onto the top rope, much like Amber does before her matches. Amber is still out as Davison hops down and slides out of the ring. Showing the signs that the first fall took on him, he slowly walks over to the announcer table and starts talking shit to Jack Michaels. The microphones can’t seem to pick up what Davison is saying.

Jack Michaels: Yeah, yeah, yeah… I hear you. Just believe me when I say this Ken… If it wasn’t for the promise I made my daughter? You’d be bleeding out in front of this God Damn table.

Johnny Vegas: YEAH YOU MOTHER FUCKER!

Terra Skye: Uh... I’d keep your eye on the prize, Ken… This isn’t the moment for--

Davison steps closer to Jack Michaels, takes a swipe at Jack Michaels, obviously meant to try to provoke “The Blast” and not actually connect with him. Suddenly, Davison goes flying away from the announce table and into the backdrop of the stage. Amber Ryan turns Davison who is immediately caught in a flurry of forearms and fists causing him to stumble backwards towards the ring. Amber limps down behind Davison and throws him into the ring. Amber climbs in behind the retreating Davison and chops him against the ropes. She throws a short jab into Davison’s right side. Amber whips Davison, who reverses it but Amber is ready and comes back with a shotgun dropkick sending Davison flying through the ropes to the outside.

Jack Michaels: I was going to try and be civil here but Ken deserves everything he gets now. BREAK HIM APART.

Terra Skye: And that’s exactly what I was saying… He’s back in the hole now because he decided to come up here instead of taking the time to recuperate from the beating he’d taken in that first fall.

Davison grabs a chair from underneath the ring while Amber is inside trying to shake the pain out of her ankle. Davison waits until Amber hops through the ropes to stand up. He gives the chair a mighty swing and connects with the ring post as Amber Ryan ducks out of the way.

Johnny Vegas: YOU COCKSUCKER!

Terra Skye: It’s first blood now, Johnny… And if Amber wouldn’t have gotten out of the way there, this match might be over.

Johnny Vegas: Doesn’t mean I have to LIKE IT.

Terra Skye: Please. You LOVE the blood and gore. You’re just acting like you don’t because Jack is here and it’s Amber in the match.

Amber punches Davison in the head, trying to open the welt on Davison’s head up. She rolls him back into the ring and slowly climbs back in, pausing to rub her ankle. The proves to be a mistake as Davison catches Amber with a Muay Thai roundhouse to the head, dropping her like a sack of potatoes. He kneels down and punches her a few times before pulling her back up and launching her towards the ropes. Amber comes back with flying forearm which brings both Ken and Amber to the mat. Amber rolls over to the ropes and pulls herself up. Davison rolls to the ring apron and does the same. We don’t get to see what he’s planning because Amber leaps at “Godly” and knocks him to the outside.

Terra Skye: I don’t know what Ken was doing there, but Amber put a stop to whatever it was pretty quickly.

Jack Michaels: It’s gut check time and you better believe she’ll kill that son of a bitch if she has to.

Amber limps through the ropes and hits Davison with a double axe handle in the center of his forehead. Davison retaliates by stomping on Amber’s good ankle then driving her head first into the barricade. She falls back first towards the ring and Davisons comes at her with a headbutt, using the side of his head to avoid opening himself up. Amber comes back at Davison, but Davison sidesteps and Amber’s momentum carries her over the barricade and into the crowd. Davison is quick to hop over the railing and throws a right hand at Amber. Ryan stands up and returns the favor. Amber grabs Davison by the head and waist of his tights and chucks him over the barricade with Davison narrowly missing the ring steps. “The Distorted Angel” stands on the barricade and waits for Davison to get to her feet. She launches herself through the air and catches Davison in the forehead with her elbow. Davison rolls to his hands and knees and checks to see if he’s bleeding. As Amber pulls him up, we can see that the welting on his head has gotten larger and redder, but has not opened up. Amber tries to remedy that situation by throwing Davison head first into the barricade. She walks over and pulls Davison up, whipping him towards the ringpost. Davison gets his foot up to stop himself and throws a back elbow that catches Ryan right on the chin. Amber takes a step back and Davison tries to get away from her. Amber rushes at Davison grabbing the back of his head and driving him face first into another set of ringsteps. As Ken falls to the floor with a thud, Amber reaches down and rubs her swollen ankle.

Terra Skye: That ankle is really bothering the world champ now.

Johnny Vegas: Because some fuck decided to be a world class BITCH and hurt it.

Terra Skye: They’re wrestling… In a match… For the world fucking title! What do you expect?!

Johnny Vegas: ....

Amber grabs the bent and dented chair from earlier and grabs it, taking another huge swing at Davison’s head, but he manages to roll out under the ring and out of the way. The champion lifts up the ring apron and we hear a loud thud as a bunch of screwdrivers and wrenches fall to the floor. Amber staggers backwards before falling to the mat. Davison crawls out from under the ring, holding an open toolbox.

Jack Michaels: God damn it, kid. Shake it off!

Johnny Vegas: Oh my God I hate him so much.

Davison pulls Amber up by the hair and unceremoniously dumps her into the ring. Amber is writhing around on the ground while Davison slowly pulls himself up to the ring apron with the ropes. Davison finally gets to his feet and steps between the ropes and into the ring. He points at Amber and walks over to her. He pulls by her hair once again, but Amber rolls onto her back and grabs Davison into an Iron Claw. On her hand is the blood soaked metal tipped claw that Davison left in her bag months ago. Instead of holding onto the submission, Amber rakes Davison’s forehead, giving Davison a crimson mask.



Kelly Carmichael: Your winner of the second fall… tying the match at one fall apiece… “THE DISTORTED ANGEL” AMMMMBBEEEEERRR RYYYYYYYYYAANNNN!

Jack Michaels: ATTA GIRL!

Johnny Vegas: FINALLY! He Bleeds!

Davison rolls out of the ring and uses the barricade to pull himself up the ramp to where the ringside medics are waiting. As the cage begins to lower, they start cleaning Ken up while Amber is laying in the ring, still catching her breath.

Terra Skye: And now… We’re in a bit of a rest period again so that the medics can check on Davison before the final fall… The one that will decide it all and who will walk out of We Are Relentless as the Carnage World Champ.

Johnny Vegas; The cage where Ken Davison dies.

Terra Skye: ...The cage of Death. Christ.

Jack Michaels: It’s time to see what the Distorted Angel is all about.

Amber leaves the cage through the door and starts heading in Davison’s direction. About a second too late, Ken sees Amber right before she connects with a forearm. She grabs him by the scalp and pulls at his ear, causing him to back off. Amber, however, keeps advancing, grabbing Davison by the back of the head with her left hand and using short hammerfist strikes with her right hand, undoing all of the cleanup work the medics had done. Amber rakes Davison’s eyes before tossing him into an empty section of the seating where her antagonist falls into and over a group of folding chairs.

Terra Skye: And I guess Amber Ryan didn’t want to wait.

Johnny Vegas: Why clean the fucker up when he’s gonna be bled out by the end of this anyway!

Jack Michaels: She is like a shark… And if you can find a weak spot you attack and attack and attack until you can’t attack anymore.

Amber marches to the ring, eyeballing all the plunder hanging from the cage. As she gets to the top of the ring steps, a folding chair hits her directly in the ass. Davison throws Amber up and over the barricade and climbs into the ring himself. Amber quickly gets to her feet and grabs a chair, but she throws it to the ground in anger. Davison taunts her from the ring, causing her to make a beeline to the ring. Davison continues mouthing off to Amber who is talking shit right back. Regardless, Davison allows Ryan to enter the ring and they face off in the middle of the ring.

Terra Skye: And here we go… These two have gone through it here tonight and they’re still talking shit.

Johnny Vegas: One’s about to eat it though… And his name isn’t Amber fucking Ryan.

Davison is the first to move, grabbing Amber by the hair and driving her face first into the canvas. Amber gets up and drives her elbow into Davison’s midsection. She straightens her spine and delivers a headbutt that leaves her adversary’s blood on her forehead. She grabs Ken and forces him face first into the cage a few times before holding him there and grating his forehead against it as the weapons hanging off the cage rattle. Davison screams in agony as he is now bleeding like a stuffed pig. Amber pulls Davison closer and viciously bites him on the back of his head, trying to open him up the same way that she was busted open by Davison’s brass knuckles. Davison manages to get free and Amber rewards his effort by giving out overhand rights like they are Halloween Candy. Each punch rocks Davison, but to his credit, he stays on his feet. Ryan continues the assault, forcing Davison’s head into the top turnbuckle. In desperation, Davison delivers a straight side kick to Amber’s hip. He steps forward and kicks Ryan in the stomach. Davison steps back and drops Amber down with a bicycle kick that catches her directly in the sternum. Davison pulls Amber up, grabbing her with both hands by the throat. He tries to pick Amber up, but she grabs his throat to stop him. Davison lets go and clotheslines Amber down to the mat.

Jack Michaels: *Low sigh.*

Terra Skye: And I thought the last two falls were… Intense. These two are giving the name Carnage it’s true meaning.

Davison pulls Amber up by her hair and drags her towards the corner. He gets one foot on the middle rope and tries to use it to lift himself into the air, but he is too exhausted to execute whatever move he was going to go for. Instead Davison walks to the turnbuckles and uses both of them so he can sit on the top rope, allowing him to execute a tornado DDT on Amber. As the two get to their feet, Davison brings Amber over to the corner. He once again props himself on the top rope, but Amber comes out of her stupor and catches “Godly” with a spinning back elbow. With a burst of adrenaline, Davison uses the ropes to lift himself off and push Ryan away with his legs, catching her shoulders and spinning her around. Davison reaches up and grabs the first weapon he finds. Amber turns back around and is met with a nunchuck to her stomach. He spins in the other direction and hits Amber in the spine. She falls to the ground and Davison holds both nunchucks and drives them into her forehead, finally opening her up.

Johnny Vegas: GOD DAMNIT!

Terra Skye: As if we haven’t seen Amber Ryan bleed before. I will say though, nunchucks are a new one for me.

Jack Michaels: *Another low sigh*.

Terra Skye: Are you okay Jack?

Jack Michaels: ... Fine.

Somehow, this manages to fire Amber up, and she kips up. She whips Davison into the ropes and catches him with a clothesline that brings them both to the mat. Amber tries to pick Davison up for a piledriver, but her adrenaline seems to have worn off, so she improves and pancakes his face first on the mat. As Davison starts trying to get to his feet, Amber grabs the nearest weapon to her: a toaster. She lifts it up overhead and hits Davison in the head. She spins around and Amber swings horizontally hitting Davison in the jaw. She hits Davison over the head one more time before he flops face first on the mat. Amber goes and grabs the nunchucks off the mat. Davison is slumped in the corner holding onto the ropes for support. Ryan swings for Davison’s head, but he manages to get his arm up and block it. Davison instinctively shakes out his arm, and Amber clobbers him on the opposite shoulder. Davison falls to his hands and knee giving Amber the opportunity to mount his back and choke him out with the nunchucks.

Jack Michaels: Hold tight baby girl!

Johnny Vegas: GOOD! GOOOD!!!

Terra Skye: A toaster and nunchucks… This night never ceases to surprise me.

Davison reaches back with his arm and manages to get it around Ryan’s neck. He drops her shoulder and throws her off his back. Amber rolls through gaining her footing immediately. Davison headbutts Amber as she closes in, giving him some separation. He drops to the mat and Amber decides to take the opportunity to head to the cage and get some loot. She pulls off a garbage can lid and throws it at Davison. She turns around and grabs a kendo stick and slams it down onto the garbage can lid, hitting Davison in the midsection. She turns and grabs another weapon, this time a crutch. She turns and swings but Davison is able to deflect it using the garbage can lid. Amber swings again, but Davison rolls out of the way. She lets out a yell as she goes to swing again, but Davison rolls towards her this time and sweeps her legs right out from under her. Davison reaches over and grabs the nearest thing he can find, using the cord of the toaster to pull it towards him. He swings the toaster over his head by the cord before bringing it crashing down on the mat, missing Amber’s head by only a few inches, causing it to shatter. Thankfully for Amber, she gets her arms up and protects her face.

Terra Skye: Jesus Christ!

Johnny Vegas: A perfectly good toaster.. RUINED! Fuck you Ken Davison!

Terra Skye: Okay, now you’re just making up reasons to hate him even more.

Seeing an opening, Davison backs up and gives Amber a good old fashioned soccer punt to the ribs, although at this point, it’s not nearly as hard as it would have been earlier in the match. Amber rolls onto her stomach and Davison pounces, grabbing her legs and locking on an STF. Amber screams in pain as Davison increases the torque on her ankles and neck. Her hands reach around frantically before finding the handle of the kendo stick. She swings awkwardly back eventually connecting with Davison’s face. Davison releases the hold, and as Amber gets up, you can see Davison’s blood has soaked her hair, making it even redder. Her face is also covered with blood from her own wound. The two slide across the mat, backing away from each other. A smile crosses Davison’s face and he looks over at Amber and nods. The camera switches over to Amber who is saying something to Davison that we can’t hear.

Terra Skye: Oh, this… This doesn’t look good.

Johnny Vegas: It’s like the calm before the execution.

Jack Michaels: ... What?

Terra Skye: That’s not even… you know what? Nevermind. Whatever. I give up with you.

Davison and Ryan slowly get to their feet. Davison reaches into his tights and pulls out another metal tipped claw and throws it away. Ken points at himself them back at Amber from the ring and Davison begins sweeping the weapons out of the center of the ring with his feet. Amber nods and begins doing the same, making sure to keep her eyes on the devilish “Godly” Ken Davison. Davison walks out to the center of the ring and assumes a Muay Thai fighting stance. Amber comes out to meet him and does the same.

Jack Michaels: I don’t really understand this one here. I think both Ken and Amber have sort of Muay Thai training but… This isn’t playing into anyone’s strength. Hook a hold or knock that son of a bitch out!

Amber throws the first punch with a jab to Davison’s blood soaked face. She throws a series of slow, short jabs, not to hit Davison, but to measure her distance. She throws a straight right, but Davison throws a right of his own, narrowly missing Amber’s face. Amber throws a left-right punch combination and Davison counters with a low right hook to the midsection. Amber comes back with a knee to Davison’s side that causes Davison to respond with a head kick that doesn’t catch Amber flush.Davison throws an overhand right that connects. Amber pushes Davison back and throws a left hand that catches him in the shoulder. Davison throws a straight right and Amber throws one right back. Davison throws a right hook to the body while ducking a high hook from Amber. Amber throws a combo to the body of Davison who throws a straight left to the body. Amber with an uppercut to the body and Davison throws a roundhouse kick to Amber’s ribs. Amber uses and high-low punch-kick combo, but Davison legs his leg up and blocks the kick. Davison grabs Amber’s neck for a clinch but Amber drops down and sends Davison flying across the ring with a monkey flip.

Davison pulls himself up and Amber struggles to her feet. Amber limps towards the middle of the ring while Davison sits in the corner. After few heaving breaths, Davison steps towards Amber who lets out a scream and rushes Davison, grabbing him in a headlock, she goes to jump up, looking for the “Calling Card” but Davison catches her in the back of the legs and brings her down with a modified STO. He sits on his knees in front of Amber, hands on his knees trying to figure out what to do next. Amber lies on the mat as the camera angle makes it seem like Davison is towering over her. Ken peers down, at Amber, holding his midsection in pain. Amber starts to sit up as Davison reaches down and locks on the Iron Claw. Amber squirms in Davison’s grip, trying to get away, but Davison thrusts his hand onto Amber’s midsection, fully locking in “The Hands of God.” Amber seems like she’s starting to fade as the referee goes to check on Amber, but Davison yells at him.

”Godly” Ken Davison:: NO! NO! HER SHOULDERS ARE DOWN!!! COUNT IT!!! COUNT IT

The referee slides into position.


ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!



Johnny Vegas: NO! OH MY GOD NO!

Terra Skye: New Champion! What a move by Ken!

Jack Michaels: It was a great move by Ken… He suckered her into his fight and… Hey. HEY! Let go of the hold!

Back in the ring, Ken continues to squeeze the life out of Amber who has finally given into the pain. We can see him trying to dig into her organs as the ref tries to pull him off. Initially, Ken refuses to let go as the referee pries on his arms, trying to release his hand from Amber's body - but then something clicks in his head and he lets go. The referee pushes him away from Amber as the cage begins to rise up. Security and EMT's rush in from the back at Ken looks around as the referee hands the Carnage World Championship to him and it finally hits him.

Terra Skye: Ken Davison is our new champion, and I don't know if he realized it until he realized that the bell was ringing.

Johnny Vegas: Someone get that crazy fuck away from her! He could have fucking killed her!

We cut to ringside where we see Jack staring daggers at Ken in the ring. Back in the ring, Ken has moved back in towards Amber, staring at her as he holds the CW World title in his hands... A smile crossing his lips as he brings a bloody hand up to his mouth and licks what can be assumed to be Amber's blood off of it. He then turns his attention to the Commentary desk and spits defiantly at Jack.

Jack Michaels: I made a promise… I made a promise…

Johnny Vegas: The match is over though.

Jack Michaels: To hell with it!

Jack throws off his headset and rips off his jacket as the crowd goes nuts. He rushes towards the ring as Ken suddenly
rolls to the outside. He staggers a bit before making his way around the ring., his eyes never leaving Jacks. Back inside the ring, Jack keeps his eyes locked on him before shaking his head and checking on his daughter as EMTs get to ringside.

Johnny Vegas: That fucking piece of shit… He’s lucky he ran from Jack. YOU HEAR ME FUCKHEAD? LUCKY!

Terra Skye: I… Well, Amber Ryan put up one hell of a fight tonight. They both did... But now what's going on?

We see Ken kiss the world title and hold it up to the fans who are less than receptive for the champion. He staggers a bit from up the entryway, blood still dripping from his head until he gets to the ramp. He looks up on the screen and sees that Jack and the EMTs have their backs to him while working over Amber. A sick smile comes over his face as he turns back around.

Terra Skye: I don’t like the look of this...

Ken suddenly rushes back into the ring as Jack feels the vibration behind him. He is quick to get up but Ken is faster and BLAM! He slams the Carnage World Title into the former champion’s head! Jack crumbles to the mat next to his daughter as Ken looks down at the two of them with pure glee on his face.

Johnny Vegas: YOU DIRTY DILDO LOOKING ASSHOLE! That’s fucking it, I’m heading in there!!!

Terra Skye: He’ll fucking kill you, John. Sit down.

Security pushes Ken back who rolls out of the ring and holds the world title high in the air.

Terra Skye: Ken Davison has not only won the Carnage World title but has left both former champions laying in a heap in the center of the ring. I don’t know how well this bodes for the rest of the roster but there is no doubt that Ken has established this is now HIS era in Carnage Wrestling.

Johnny Vegas: What a fucking shit show. To hell with this shit. I'm going home.

Terra Skye: Johnny?

Boy: Gravy?

Terra Skye: Well... I guess that about does it here tonight, folks. What a fucking night. Have a great rest of your evening folks and we'll see you at Chaos 97!!!

Boy: FLESH MALL!!!

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WAR 2020 CREDITS:

We Are Relentless Opening Video - Oliver (Give him ALL the love for this amazing Video!)

Opening - Barbie

Match 1 - Beat the Clock Challenge - Oliver

Segment - Watching the World Burn - Jazzy/Jim

Match 2 - Matthews Vs. Winter - Knox

Segment - Message Sent/Message Recieved - Oliver

Match 3 - JC Vs. Willis - Knox

Segment - The Set - Elijah, Silvio & Knox

Match 4 - King Vs. Heart - Elijah

Segment - My Brother’s Keeper - Jim/Ken

Match 5 - Mitaxia Vs. Ataxia - Mia/Jay

Segment - Beyond the Belle - Mia/Dustin

Match 6 - Levi/Knox/Silvio Vs. Insidious - Oliver

Segment - One Step Closer - Knox

Segment - WAR Bloodworks - Thor/Winters

Match 7 - Bane Vs. Thor - Knox

Segment - The High Road - Jim

Match 8 - Steel/Quinn Vs. Marlowe/Cortes - Mia/Andrew/Scott/Jay

Segment - Kettle, Meet Pot/b] - Jazzy/Barbie

Match 9 - Johnson Vs. Goode - Chuck

Segment - Fashionable/Questionable - Zen

Match 10 - Davison Vs. Ryan - Ken/Jazzy


Judges: Barbie, Duane
Commentary: Barbie, Matt, Elijah, Mia, Scott, Andrew, Oliver, Chuck, Dustin

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OOC: Thank you ALL for your contributions to this show! This has gotta be one of the biggest show's we've ever had. So many great RPs and so many hard decisions. Ya'll didn't make it easy on me this go around.. But that's what makes Carnage so amazing - So much talent. I appreciate you all. Thank you.

If you want feedback on your RPs, just let me know and I'd be more than willing to pass along any feedback I've gotten from judging and such. I hope you enjoyed the show and if you didn't, please take a look at the video at the top of the show. Oliver put so much work into that for all of us and I think it's absolutely astounding!

Thank you all again! <3 Barbie

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