Chaos 97 Results

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Terra Skye: Well, I guess welcome to Carnage Wrestling's Chaos 97! It looks like we're going to be seeing our new world champion out here first thing.

Johnny Vegas: Oh for fucks sake...

Boy: EAT MY SAKI!

Johnny Vegas: He better not show his fucking face out here after that BULLSHIT he pulled at We are--

The arena goes completely dark and Freddy Mercury’s voice fills the arena.



Johnny Vegas: GOD DAMNIT!

As the chorus begins, a spotlight simultaneously hits the entrance. Standing with his arms extended to form a cross, is the Carnage Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion, “Godly” Ken Davison. He holds his head high in the air, an usually smug look upon his face as he takes in the lyrics of the song.



When Davison lowers his head, there you can see the row of staples he received courtesy of Amber Ryan. Davison makes his way down to the ring, maintaining his pose as he walks down the aisle, soaking in the boos of the crowd as though he was being cheered. He climbs the ring-steps and wipes his boots before stepping between the ropes into the ring. “We are the “Champions” continues to play as Davison climbs into the corner and unbuttons his robes. The moment the chorus kicks in again, he drops his robe and points to the Carnage Wrestling Heavyweight Championship.



The song ends and fades out and Davison hops back down to the mat as the lights come up and the spotlight disappears. Davison gingerly makes his way over the pulpit, removing the Carnage Heavyweight Championship and placing it on top of the center of the pulpit. He stops to button his robe back up, giving Terra and Johnny a chance to speak before he does.

Johnny Vegas: I HATE YOU!

Terra Skye: You might not like it, Johnny but he's our world champ. Honestly, whether or not people agree with his methods - The man has the right to be out here right now. He earned his spot here at the pinnacle of Carnage Wrestling in a grueling match to close out We Are Relentless.

Johnny Vegas: NO!

“Godly” Ken Davison: First of all, I want to thank Kyra Johnson. I asked her to stand with me as I came to speak with my flock today, but she wanted to let me have my moment. Without her supporting me and helping me to realize my full potential, I would not be standing here with as your Lord and Saviour right now.

This seems to be one of the few times that you can hear the sincerity in Davison’s voice.

“Godly” Ken Davison: I stand here before you, my ascension finally realized. As your Carnage Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion, I am not only going to show you that I am the epitome of what a man should be. I am going to show you what a champion should be. I am going to show you what a leader should be. Most importantly, I am going to be the paragon of virtue that you all deserve.

The crowd expectedly boos at Davison. To his credit, Davison seems unphased by it. He straightens his spine, and winces for a slight moment before Davison turns his game face on and no sells the pain he’s in.

“Godly” Ken Davison: When this match was announced, there was not one single person who thought I could, or would, win this championship. The only support I had was from the “Ultraviolent Goddess” and to be quite honest. That was the only support I needed. I certainly didn’t need the support of any of you.

Davison points at the crowd, the venomous words accentuated by the disgusted look on his face.

“Godly” Ken Davison: That having been said, being a role model is not about being liked. It is about showing you all the proper way of doing things. It’s about telling the truth, no matter how much it hurts your feelings. It’s about showing you through my example, not just telling you with my words. It’s about persevering through adversity. That is the burden of being a role model, a burden I gladly carry on my shoulders.

The boos of the crowd get louder.

“Godly” Ken Davison: Before my match with Amber Ryan, I spoke of being a winner. I spoke of being willing to put in the work and do what needs to be done. Now that I am the champion, I am going to do what I need to do to become the greatest World Champion this company has ever seen.

Davison turns around.

“Godly” Ken Davison: What the?!

Ken’s mass is suddenly interrupted as a bunch of static is seen on the Titan Tron. The crowd, Ken and the staff all look up in confusion as the sound echos in the arena.

Johnny Vegas: WOOHOO!! FUCK YOU DAVISON!

Terra Skye: Will you STOP?

Johnny Vegas: NEVER!

The screen suddenly starts to flicker as we see a logo slowly fade into the screen. It’s the logo for Chaos 100 as a bunch of random pictures of Carnage past fly by the lens. We get a shot back of Ken who looks around towards the ringside crew in confusion as the shuffling of pictures start to slow down. Suddenly the words “NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER” fills the bottom of the screen as the last images come to play. We see Amy Jo Smyth, Melody Lennox, Trent Steel, Amber Ryan… And finally JACK MICHAELS.

Terra Skye: Wait… WHAT?

Johnny Vegas: Oh, YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD NOW!

Boy: MANLY MUSTACHE.

“The Man” suddenly hits the loudspeaker as the limited fans in attendance suddenly come to life. If only for the briefest of moments, the unshakable confidence on Ken’s face pales as he steps from behind his pulpit to point at the shot of Jack on the big screen. We suddenly see a figure moving swiftly from the crowd. Like a flash, the khaki slacked and white t-shirt wearing Jack Michaels hops the barrier and slides into the ring. We can see the look on Ken’s face changes as he realizes that someone has gotten into the ring behind him. He turns around and sees a pissed off looking Jack staring him down. Ken suddenly rushes towards him only to be caught by Jack with THE BLAST FROM THE PAST ( Spinning Spinebuster )!

Johnny Vegas: HAHAH!!!

The Legion are going crazy as Ken writhes in agony on the mat. The former champion is quick to roll off him and looks around at the mock Mass set up in the ring. With fury, Jack suddenly grabs the podium and launches it over the top rope towards the ramp! It EXPLODES upon impact as Jack starts to go about ripping at the set up and destroying everything he can in the ring!

Terra Skye: Well Ken's sermon has ended as former World Champion Jack Michaels is wrecking everything he can get his han…. WHOA!

A rosary goes flying past Terra into the stands as Jack is now tearing up the red carpet in the ring. Ken manages to get back up to his feet while holding his back as rage comes over his face. He sprints towards the older man again and catches him with a knee to the back that sends Jack into the corner. Jack turns and winces as Ken starts to throw blows at him. Jack hunkers down and blocks a feral right hook before catching Ken with a straight shot to the liver. The champion buckles over as Jack catches him with a couple short punches before hitting a HUGE clothesline that sends Ken spinning over the top rope! He lands on the outside as the Legion continues to cheer on Jack. By this time, security has rushed down to the ring and is now restraining Jack as he tries to keep going after Ken.

Johnny Vegas: Let him go you FUCKS!

Terra Skye: I can’t believe I’m saying this folks but it appears that Jack Michaels, the longest reigning world champion in our company’s history, has decided to come out of retirement and cash in his rematch clause to get revenge on Ken Davison at Chaos 100!

Johnny Vegas: YEAH, SO LET HIM GO!

Jack struggles like crazy as Ken is helped to his feet and handed his world title before being whisked to the back. On the big screen, we can see the main event flashing as Jack is restrained by the security team.

Terra Skye: Wow.. What a way to start Chaos 97!

Johnny Vegas: This was WAY better than talking to you two assholes about the show to come.

Terra Skye: Well, we do have quite a show to get to, Johnny.. And we really should say a few things about i--

Boy: AND CUT!

Terra Skye: Wha--

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As the traditional cameras flicker on to indicate to C$J that it was his time to shine for the Carnage Legion, his private line rings. He raises an eyebrow and holds a finger up, staring at the number before answering the call, his finger still raised to the camera.

C$J: This… Had better be good.

He listens, his gaze focusing on a trinket on his desk as the cameraman tries to signal that they’re still rolling. The Carnage owner doesn’t seem to mind as he flicks at the staff one of the statues on his ornate desk. He snickers.

C$J: Ok, first, I don’t think you know who you’re dealing with. Do some research and I’ll expect a twenty five hundred word essay on my desk by morning about how sorry you are for not doing your own investigating before calling me. Secondly and I mean this with all the offense that I can possibly muster… We are NOT a propaganda outlet and we are CERTAINLY not some watered down version of the God chan…

He stops, his eyes wide.

C$J: Oh… Well… Even by MY standards that’s a lot to throw around. But… Religion is one of those things I won’t allow us to be a part of. Opens the door for too many… Weirdos to come in, know what I’m saying?

C$J chuckles lightly but then stops as his eyes go wide and his face drains of all color. It takes a few moments, but the look fades and a steely, cold edge washes across C$J’s gaze.

C$J: You’re playing with fir…

He’s stopped by the other person on the phone.

C$J: Fine. That changes the playing field. Be warned, if you don’t uphold your end of the bargain…

He’s stopped again, his face glowing red with anger from being interrupted constantly. Finally the line goes dead and C$J puts the phone back in his pocket, his hands shaking. His gaze comes to the camera and in a deadpan voice says.

C$J: Good evening, and welcome to Chaos 97. Now get the fuck out of my office.

With that, C$J throws his elbows on the table and rests his head in his hands, his fingers clenching at his platinum blonde hair as the cameraman slowly backs out of his office.

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Terra Skye: Well, that was interesting.

Johnny Vegas: What's interesting? A phone call? I hate phone calls.

Terra Skye: Well considering you don't get any...

Boy: TRASH PANDA!

Johnny Vegas: Alright I'm gonna let that go... Since I'm such a nice guy and all. So, what’s first? Johnny Love!? I thought that guy was dead!

Terra Skye: He’s just been out there touring to the bars of America with his great air guitar- ah, who the hell am I kidding? I thought he was dead, too.

Johnny Vegas: Whatever. He’s in action against a new guy. Justin Case. Wait, wait, I get it!!

Terra Skye: Justin seems like a dick so I’m sure you’ll love him.

Boy: HUGH JASS!

Kelly Carmichael: The following match is your opening match for Chaos, introducing already in the ring, JOHNNY LOVE!

Johnny is seemingly passed out in the corner with a lit cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth. The official snuffs out the cig before he sets himself on fire.

Terra Skye: Where do we find these people?

Johnny Vegas: Same place they found you.

Vegas can audibly be heard getting whacked in the head.

Kelly Carmichael: And his opponent, hailing from the City of Champions, The Ass Kicker of the Millennium, JUSTIN CASE!

Boy: MIKE HUNT!

Coming out to Limp Bizkit’s Nookie, Justin makes no friends right away. He doesn’t seem to care about the fans as he makes his way down to the ring in an arrogant manner.

Terra Skye: Justin here has over a decade of experience in wrestling, and by the looks of it - pissing people off.



The bell-ringing startles Love. He’s awake and now he’s ready to fight, or some approximation of it. He begins to gesticulate while unsheathing … well, his air guitar. Justin Case watches with a bemused curiosity as Johnny tunes up the “guitar”. Suddenly, he begins to wail on it like a madman - producing a sonic force that paralyzes his opponent!

Terra Skye: What are we watching?

Johnny Vegas: Johnny Love destroying Justin Case with an air guitar solo. Look, I’m not surprised anymore. There’s some weird shit afoot in Carnage.

Boy: MIKE LITORIS!

Except it doesn’t. Justin tosses a fiver at the ref’s feet and while he’s distracted, Case kicks love right in the crotch.

Terra Skye: I guess that’s one of his moves?

After RIP Mr. Johnson, Justin wastes no time with the very unlucky rockstar. Preemptively, sets up Love for an appointment with his chiropractor with Case Closed! After the powerbomb, he hooks the leg!!!


One!!


Two!!


Three!!

And gets his first victory in Carnage!



Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner, via pinfall, JUSTIN CASE!

After making quick work of the air guitarist, Justin Case dumps him over the top rope before forcing the referee to raise his hand. Also he grabs the five dollar bill back from the ref and stuffs it back down his tights. He soaks in the boos with a wicked little grin.

Terra Skye: Justin Case just destroyed poor Johnny Love. I’m guessing we won’t see him for a while - but let’s see what Justin can do against some real competition.

Johnny Vegas: Maybe the same result. This fella seems real clever unlike some of these dumbasses wasting their time here.

Boy: WILLIE FISTERGASH!

Terra Skye: Well that remains to be seen, but let's take a short break and we'll be back soon!

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We cut back to the locker room where an obviously dazed Ken is helped into his locker room and the door shut behind him. Not long after, we see security escorting Jack back into the locker room area where many of the staff and fellow wrestlers look at him in shock. Mac Bane and Amber Ryan meet him as Jack shakes out his knuckles and motions he is okay. He starts heading towards their locker room when a voice booms out over the various musings in the back.

Trent Steel: The day of reckoning is at hand! Mother fucking Christmas came early and I'm here to plant me a dumb ass tree! Get the fuck out of my way!

Jack looks over at a very pissed off looking Trent Steel who looks like he’s ready for war. Jack holds up his hands.

Jack Michaels: Look… My fight isn’t with you, Trent. I don’t want to do this.

Trent Steel: What did I say? What the fuck did I say? I give a half fuck in a worn out whore what the fuck you want you god damn son of a bitch! Unlike you I keep my promises! I promised you a career ending asswhooping and consider me the postman...Signed. Sealed. Delivered! Here's your receipt!

Without warning, Trent rushes forward and catches Jack with a huge right hook to the jaw that sends the older man crashing into a pile of electrical equipment. We can see the shock on Mac’s face as he looks between his partner and Jack. What we don’t see, at least not right away, is the absolute rage that comes over Amber’s face. She suddenly lunges forward and begins to batter Trent even on one bad ankle. She goes for his eyes as now security and Mac rush over to Amber and struggle to pull her off of Trent. Jack struggles back to his feet as even he seems taken back by the vicious attack from Amber. Trent is quick to get back up as security holds him back as well.

Mac Bane: Oh, for fucks sake Trent, Enough!

Trent Steel: Oh look! It's so nice to see things never fucking change! Not even back on the roster officially for five fucking seconds and people who should know better are fighting your god damn fights for you while you hide from me! Your just as pathetic as always...

Mac Bane: Pathetic is attacking someone unprovoked. Pathetic is continuing to attack someone who won't defend themselves. Pathetic is those CVS clearance rack shades.

Security is holding all three back away from Jack as Trent takes off his shades and we see he is livid as hell at his partner and his former opponent for the World Title.

Trent Steel: YOU DON'T GET TO FUCKING LECTURE ME! After every fucking thing this pile of shit has put me thru! Fuck you! I'm always the one having to clean up his god damn messes! I'm not doing it again! He just fucking jumped over every mother fucking wrestler whose been busting their ass so he can get a cheap shot in so he can steal the god damn spotlight again! Instead of every other fucking qualified wrestler including you two get a shot at Ken...Let's get the guy who has never fought his own god damn battles without a boy band backing him up jump in front of everyone and waste fucking time. No...I will not put up with this god damn shit! I promise you...it may not be tonight. It may not be tomorrow. But before that damn match I will snap your god damn neck! And none of you can fucking stop me.

Jack sighs as a thin stream of blood comes from his mouth where Trent hit him.

Jack Michaels: Let him go.

Everyone turns to look at Jack who nods his head.

Jack Michaels: You heard me. Let him go.

Jack turns to his daughter and Mac as a firm tone comes over his voice.

Jack Michaels: Amber… Mac… Stay out of it.

Jack turns back to Trent.

Jack Michaels: If you want to beat me so badly, go for it. My fight isn’t with you.

A sick glee comes over Trent’s face as he’s let go and he charges into Jack. He slams him against the wall and begins to lay in punches to Jack who does his best to cover up. He grabs the ex champion and heaves him into a production table as Mac is now struggling to hold Amber back. Jack gets up only to be met with a huge boot to the face that knocks him over the table and into a bunch of chairs.

Mac Bane: This is stupid.

Trent Steel: I just need to break two limbs and that's it. Don't worry...I'll be kind like I have been to everyone else for so long. Something both of you seem to be taking for fucking granted right now. Get up Ron Jeremy! Come on! You've been avoiding me for over a fucking god damn year you son of a bitch! You knew what would happen if I got you. Come on. Get up. Get up and fight me you fucking coward!

Jack coughs and sputters as he holds his face.

Jack Michaels: N… No.

Even more rage comes over Trent as he picks up Jack and clobbers him with an elbow across the chin. Jack falls to the ground as Amber is practically growling against the death grip of Mac. Trent kicks Jack in the ribs as the older man rolls to protect himself. Trent picks him back up to his feet and throttles him by the throat.

Trent Steel: You know I pegged you for a coward, but not a fucking bitch. Come on Jack! Remember what I did to you all those times. Remember when I outsmarted you and won your precious belt! Come on Jack! Fight me! Fight me because if you can't beat me...how are you gonna beat Ken?!

Jack just shakes his head no as Trent throws him back to the ground. He grabs one of the chairs that Jack crashed into and quickly unfolds it. He sits the chair right on top of Jack with the bar almost on Jack's throat. Amber and Bane scream out as Trent leans back slightly to let Jack breath.

Trent Steel: Where is the Paragon? Where is “The Blast”? Where is that smug son of a bitch now who always talked a big game? I'm not going to let you manipulate and corrupt my federation again. You may have him and her agreeing to let bygones be bygones. You might have even got Joe to say he's fine with everything on a good day when he took his happy pills. Me. I'm harder to convince. Come on Silver Tongued Shit...Tell me why I should let you walk out of here let alone fight Ken?!

Trent lets the chair bar choke out Jack for a few seconds and then leans back again. Jack takes a moment and takes a deep breath.

Mac Bane: Are you done?!

Trent Steel: Do not take my mercy for granted right now...Why should I let you get up...

Jack Michaels: Because this isn't about you!

Trent Steel: Jack...It's never been about me...it's been about you being a fucking shit. If that's the best you got then I'm going to snap you spine like a god damn pretzel stick.

Jack manages to lift the chair from Trent’s grasp and get to his feet as Trent backs up with his fists up. Jack shakes his head as he picks up the chair and throws it to the ground.

Jack Michaels: Don’t you get it…? This isn’t about me and you or what happened when I was champion. For god’s sake man... This isn’t about some stupid belt or pride or Paragon or winning or losing. It’s about protecting my family in the only god damn way I know how. I had to watch that son of a bitch Ken Davison lay his hands on someone I care about and try to cripple her in front of me. I can’t… I can’t just do nothing.

Trent Steel: Why? You ran from her for over a month before you faced her for the title! You've dodged me for over a year! Why should I buy any of this bullshit from you! A coward actually wanting to fight...bullshit. And she doesn't need you to whip his ass she can do it herself...I know...

We see the old man breathe heavy for a second as a small bit of blood comes from the corner of his eye and mixes with a tear.

Jack Michaels: She doesn’t need me to fight for her but I’m too old and too stubborn to not. If you can’t accept that my fight with you is over… Then go ahead and pick up that chair. Bash my skull in because I’m not going to stop you.

Trent looks confused and shakes his head, but picks up the chair as Jack drops back to a knee. He lowers his head.

Jack Michaels: I’m not The Blast anymore… I’m just a father trying to protect his daughter.

Amber suddenly manages to break free from Mac as deep welts are seen on her arms. She limps and stands defiantly in the way of Trent as Jack struggles to push her aside. She stands taut as the look on Trent’s face softens a bit and he lowers the chair.

Trent Steel: You know...last time it was a pipe wrench and I really don’t want this circle repeating. Besides there it is...an honest fucking answer from Jack Micheals...Well Fuck…

He looks at Amber and extends a hand to Jack. The old man looks at it oddly but accepts it as Trent helps him to his feet. Amber and Mac both sort of relax as the tension in the room goes out.

Trent Steel: I'll not stand in your way, but I'm not gonna help you either. You want to finish this fight and for once in your life be a father. I can relate...

Amber and Mac both look like they're still going to beat Trent's ass. Trent looks over to them.

Trent Steel: And I understand if you two want to take a shot at me, but know this. I had to know his intentions. Because rather you two like it or not...I'm a man of my word...and I had to be sure either way before I followed through.

Amber continues to just stare a hole through Trent as Mac steps in a little more.

Mac Bane: Trent, if I wanted to take a shot, you’d have been unconscious three minutes ago.

Jack Micheals: Well...good...now...

Trent doesn't let go of his grip on Jack's arm. Jack looks at Trent who points a finger in his face.

Trent Steel: You know for the first time...I might actually like you. Do. Not. Fuck. Around. He's just like you. And you're going to have to deal with that. It's going to be a hell of a mirror to look through, and I don't expect you to survive. When this all blows up in your face, because you are not prepared...I'm not gonna save you. You aren't worth saving even now.

Trent lets go and walks past Amber.

Trent Steel: You really need to quit jumping in front of him. That's twice. It's almost as if you love the idiot.

Amber Ryan: Fuck you Trent. Honestly.

Trent Steel: Promises promises...

Trent smirks and see's Mac Bane standing in his way.

Trent Steel: We got a problem?

Mac Bane: I don’t think so, there’s a lot of shit I don’t know about or wasn’t here for.

Trent nods and walks away leaving the three to consider their options. We pan over to see a cracked door to the locker room they took GKD into.

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We are backstage before the match up between Alex Winter and The Dragon Lady. "Carnage Wrestling's Resident Bastard" Alex Winter was pacing up and down outside C$J's office. He was dressed in his wrestling gear ready for his match, as he eventually knocked on the door. 

C$J: "Enter."

Alex walks into C$J's office looking around at all the exuberant and expensive looking decorations. That brings a smirk upon Alex's face as he too was a man of expensive and exuberant taste. 

Alex Winter: "You asked me to meet you here before my match when we spoke on the phone. Something about a deal, a very lucrative deal too from what I was getting."

Both C$J and Alex grin at each other being able to appreciate that money gives them power. Alex wanted more power and was willing to get that anyway he could. 

C$J: "I did indeed. I'm a man who can make anything happen for you here in Carnage. Not only that, but you'll be getting this biggest paycheck of your life."

Alex Winter: "I like that, as in like that a lot. With the plans I have, with your power and money, I could have and take whatever I want."

Rubbing his hands together, he takes a seat after C$J gestures for him to sit down. 

C$J: "I can do that and a whole lot more. I can show you what I'm capable of tonight. Just know that if you make a deal with me, you will earn and accept the ire of my enemies. That and you’ll be receiving a benefit package the likes of which have only been seen by two other people that have signed this contract. JC and one Mia Rayne. Neither seem to want to see things my way, but that will one day change. I’m putting together a team, one that is loyal and exclusive to Carnage, you sign on the dotted line and you become a member of MY roster.

Alex Winter: "I'm definitely here to make a deal. I'm glad to be working with someone that I actually respect here in Carnage Wrestling. Especially someone who actually appreciates what I can do too."

Sliding over the contract C$J smiles as Alex gives it a quick look over. Picking up the pen, Alex signs the contract and slides it back over to C$J. 

Alex Winter: "Right, I have a dragon to go slay boss."

With that said, they both get to their feet and shake hands. Before Alex heads out of the office and heads off to his match. 

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Johnny Vegas: Trent fucking Steel... That son of a bitch should never be allowed into another event EVER AGAIN!

Terra Skye: The issues between Trent and Jack have been brewing for a long, long time. You honestly don't think that Jack had any part in--

Johnny Vegas: NO!

Terra Skye: I swear to everything holy, Johnny Vegas... If you don't fucking stop interrupting me, we're going to have issues.

Johnny Vegas: Oh go suck one, Skye. Anyway, Winter's got the right idea, eh?

Terra Skye: What? By being just as slimy as our boss? Sure.. Whatever.

Boy: SQUEALING!

Johnny Vegas: You're just jealous. Don't even try to deny it.



Dragon lady consults with Mameha in her corner for one more moment before turning to meet Alex who was leisurely leaned against the ropes. “No, please don’t mind me” he shouts across the ring as Dragon Lady meets him after a bit more jawing Winter goes to cheap shot Dragon Lady but she deftly moves to the side and moves his fist off course. She follows it up by jabbing him in the scapulars muscle.

Johnny Vegas: Cheap shot!!

Terra Skye: HOW?!

Johnny Vegas: Cuz I said so, bitch!!
Terra Skye: ...

Winter cries out and moves but Dragon Lady stays on him, paying him a pair of kidney kicks before snatching Alex and locking him in a Dragon Sleeper. On the outside, Mameha shouts words of encouragement as the ref dives to ask Alex if he wants to submit. Alex waves the ref off as Dragon Lady tightens the hold further, letting out a savage cry before dropping back and slamming Alex’s head into the mat with a reverse spike DDT!! She quickly rolls him over and goes for the pin

Johnny Vegas: Party out of it, Alex!!

Terra Skye: Oh my God..


ONE!!


TWO!!!

Alex kicks out at two. Dragon Lady gets to her feet quickly as Alex goes to pull himself up on the ropes. Dragon Lady charges in only for Winter to catch her with a drop toe hold. She gets hung up on the middle rope, and Alex capitalizes instantly! He drives his knee into the back of her head and begins choking her on the ropes! The ref gets in immediately and starts reprimanding Alex before starting the count. He gets to four before Alex relents.

Terra Skye: Alex showing once again he’s not above stretching the rules.. But then again, that's not really a surprise.

Johnny Vegas: He’s a future GREAT, Skye! GREAT!

Boy: FUTURE OF ALIMONY!

As Dragon Lady lays there favoring her throat, Alex turns and moonwalks to her, pumping his fist to a chorus of boos. He then goes for a standing moonsault but The Dragon Lady rolls out of the way! Alex eats the mat, but both are to their feet quickly Alex goes for a running big boot which Dragon Lady ducks, and rolls Alex up!

Terra Skye: Roll up! She’s got him!


ONE!!


TWO!!


THREE!!



Johnny Vegas: NO!!

The bell sounds as Dragon Lady gets up and has her hand raised by the ref.

Kelly Carmichael: Your Winner... THE DRAG--

Unfortunately though, instead of “You Can Run” playing, “Money” by Pink Floyd rings out as C$J comes out at the top of the ramp!

Terra Skye: What the hells he doing out here?

Johnny Vegas: To congratulate a winner? I don’t know anymore.
But whatever it is, I'm sure it's none of your fucking business.

Boy: A wizard is never late!

The music fades as C$J is handed a mic.

C$J: Like the music? Thought it was time for an update…

The fans don’t really care and neither does Dragon Lady as she still seems to be confused by her boss’ appearance.

C$J: Listen, I have a show to run so I’m going to make this a quick one.

Terra Skye: Bet he’s used to “quick ones…”

Johnny Vegas: Never thought I’d see the day you’d be the one making those jokes…

Terra shrugs as C$J continues.

C$J: I, Christopher St. James, owner of Carnage Wrestling hereby demand that this match is restarted. The win, is not a legitimate one unfortunately Dragon Lady…

The crowd erupts in a chorus of boos as Dragon Lady demands to know what he means. C$J raises his hand for silence before continuing.

C$J: You can boo me all you want, but I saw it clear as day from the back. The referee wasn’t using a regulation speed while making that three count and was WAY too fast. It wasn’t a fair win and I would not be doing MY job properly if I let someone slip up and get away with something like that. Now… Time keep, ring the bell and get this match restarted! DON’T let this happen again…

Johnny Vegas: Finally! Sweet Justice!

Terra Skye: That’s such horseshit. Dragon Lady had this wrapped up with a bow on it!

Boy: WHO WANTS GRAVY?!

C$J glares at the ref before putting his glasses back on and leaving from where he came.In the ring, Alex Winter takes advantage of the distraction provided by C$J despite Mameha trying to shout a warning and chop blocks Dragon Lady.



“Shut up Gram Gram!” He taunts Dragon Lady’s mentor as he locks in a boston crab on Dragon Lady. The ref dives down to ask for submission but is denied by the dismissive waves of Dragon Lady

Johnny Vegas: Tap bitch!!!

Terra Skye: Don’t think it’s gonna happen Johnny, she’s right by the ropes!

Johnny Vegas: Too bad. TAP ANYWAY!

Dragon Lady is close enough to the ropes to grab onto them fairly quickly, The ref forces Winter to break the hold but he waits for Dragon Lady to start getting to her feet. He charges in for a running knee but after a warning shout from Mameha, Alex misses and goes over the top rope carried by his momentum. He manages to land on the apron, only to be brought back in roughly by Dragon Lady who hauls him in over the top rope by his head

Terra Skye: This has to end soon, although I know the legion is excited for the two-for-one deal they got out of this!

Johnny Vegas: Nine matches for the price of eight... Yay.

Dragon Lady goes to lift Winter then, frustrated with having to beat him twice she goes to nail the “Wyvern” but Alex shoves her away mid air. As she gets up he charges in and locks her in a side headlock before nailing her with a spike DDT. He then hurriedly steps out to the apron, waiting for Dragon Lady to get to her feet, which she does. He leaps and nails her with The Wild Ride! He goes for the pin!

Johnny Vegas: PARTY ON!!


ONE!!


TWO!!


THREE!!



Kelly Carmichael: Your winner... ALEX WINTER!!

Terra Skye: Oh come on!

Johnny Vegas: YES! Our boss was right, this was totally the right call.

Terra Skye: No! It wasn't! The Dragon Lady had this match won and without our "Bosses" interference for his new "Buddy", this wouldn't be happening right now. This is bullshit!

Boy: MOTHERS NAME IN VAIN!

Johnny Vegas: The rightful person won, I--

Terra Skye: The Rightful person won the FIRST match! Ugh.. What a disappointment for The Dragon Lady, she's showing some real promise and it's not right that the people running this place can't keep their noses out of shit they don't belong in... And Alex Winter gets another unworthy victory to inflate that already overinflated ego.

Johnny Vegas: Nothing sounds wrong to me about that.

Terra Skye: Oh whatever. I'm not listening to your shit right now. We'll be back soon, folks.

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Ken Davison didn't seem so "Godly" at this particular moment in time. He's laying down across a bench with a heating pad on his back. He bandages at fresh, having been changed while he was in the trainer's room. He lets out an audible groan as he sits up, doing his best to ignore the pain. Despite this, a sly smile crosses his face as the "Ultraviolent Goddess" walks into the locker room.

Kyra Johnson: ..Are you surprised? Because I’m not surprised.

She says, a grin of her own covering her face as she steps into the room, looking him over.

“Godly” Ken Davison: I wish I could say that I was. But we all know that he loves the spotlight almost as much as he loves himself… almost.

Kyra Johnson: Don’t remind me.

She takes a seat next to him, letting the UV title slide to the floor at her feet. She stares at it for a few moments, shrugging her shoulders.

Kyra Johnson: You didn’t let him get too many good shots in, huh?

She said, giving him a glance and a smirk.

“Godly” Ken Davison: I'm good, just a little sore. . He wants what I have. It's that simple. I understand his tactics, I did the same thing to Amber. The difference is that I was sending a message. He is a scared old man who has to try and finish the job his daughter couldn't. He knows he has if I heal up, he won't have to worry about his AARP because I'll make Kendamned sure he's collecting disability.

She nods.

Kyra Johnson: Good. Then you won’t mind what I’ve gotta do to your… ‘brother’ in order to send him a similar… Message.

“Godly” Ken Davison: You know, this is turning out like a soap opera without the murder. Not that Amber didn't try.

Ken points up at the bandages on his head.

“Godly” Ken Davison: Although the World Title is one hell of a bandaid.

Kyra chuckles.

Kyra Johnson: Looks good on you, if I do say so myself.

“Godly” Ken Davison: I saw your beautiful belt and decided I should dress to match.

The two smile awkwardly at each other.

“Godly” Ken Davison:You know, I’m really starting to hate being right all the time. When Jack came back to do commentary, the first thing I said is “What is he going to do to try and insert himself into the main event?” You of all people knew he’d pull something like this. Shit, Stevie Wonder could see this coming and he’s blind!

Kyra Johnson: Who doesn't realize by now that the world revolves around Jack Michaels…

“Godly” Ken Davison: I’ll deal with him. Not that I have a choice, but if he wants a match with me, he’s going to get it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go disappear for a month to get ready for the match.

Kyra punches Ken in the arm.

“Godly” Ken Davison: Too soon?

Kyra shakes her head.

Kyra Johnson: It was two months, Jackass.

She chuckles.

“Godly” Ken Davison: Best two months the company had up until that point. So… I was wondering… I’ve got to take care of something after the show. I was wondering if you’d want to come along. I think it would be best if I had a witness just in case things go sideways.

Her eyebrows raise in question.

Kyra Johnson: You just want me there just to be a witness?

“Godly” Ken Davison: Let's put it this way. I'm going to see Trent. He's the type of asshole that would claim that I'm a pedophile stalker just so he could watch the cops cavity search me for porn.

Kyra Johnson: Aw, Trent's not a bad guy.

She replies, grabbing the UV belt off the floor and placing it in her lap. She turns and looks at Ken, her lips upturned into a wry smirk.

Kyra Johnson: And here I was hoping you just wanted a little company… But either way, I got your back.

“Godly” Ken Davison: There's that, too. I'm just not so good with that sort of thing. Like, do we go get dinner or wait for the cops to leave? Dealing with him, it could go either way.

Kyra tilts her head to the side.

Kyra Johnson: Let's burn that bridge when we get to it… With Trent, I mean. As for dinner? It's about damn time you asked.

She winks at him and rises back to her feet and steps towards the door.

“Godly” Ken Davison: Hey, Kyra…

Kyra turns back, looking Ken in his eyes.

“Godly” Ken Davison: Thank you.

Kyra Johnson: Just stop getting yourself into trouble without me there.. Hmm?

She grins before turning and leaving the room as the scene fades to black.

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Johnny Vegas: Have I mentioned how much I HATE Ken fucking Davison and Kyra?

Terra Skye: All the time... So you don't really have to say it again.

Johnny Vegas: I HATE THEM.

Boy: FROST GIANTS!

Terra Skye: All I can say about them is that they're on their own path, whether it's right or it's wrong - Whether or not they can repair the relationships they've let fall to the wayside, who knows. But there's nothing we can do except watch.

Johnny Vegas: Still hate them.

Terra Skye: I KNOW. Anyway, what about that little Ad for the old Carnage Radio show? I haven't seen anything like that in a while... But with Chaos 100 approaching, it might be nice to take a look back in time to the days when we were just starting out.

Johnny Vegas: Back when I was a little less miserable? Eh.

Terra Skye: Ugh.. Fine, let's get into this next match.

Johnny Vegas: COME ON ELI!!! LOSERS INC. HAS GOTTA HAVE ANOTHER LOSS IN HER SOMEWHERE!



Levi and Goode meet in the middle and begin circling one another. They slap hands as a show of good sportsmanship before they go for a lockup. Levi gets the upper hand, shoving Goode into a corner. The ref gets her to back off and she does as Goode looks at her with an impressed expression. He comes off the ropes and the two begin circling each other once more. They lock up but Goode ducks under this time, and overtakes Levi with a sudden back suplex!

Johnny Vegas: HAH! Look at that, Eli already taking it to the loser!!

Terra Skye: Does he KNOW how much of a dick you are?

Johnny Vegas: Knows it, and loves it

Terra Skye: Did you just say, on air, Eli Goode loves..

Boy: OH I WISH I WAS AN OSCAR MEYER WEINER

Levi holds the back of her head as she gets up, only to have Eli drive her into a corner where he begins driving his shoulder into her midsection. She eventually has the wind knocked from her and drops to a seated position. Eli backs off, then charges back in attempting to drive his knee into Levi’s face but she evades it, sliding under the bottom rope and Goode bashes his knee into the corner!

Johnny Vegas: THAT BITCH! THAT LOSER COULDA MADE HIM BREAK HIS LEG!!

Terra Skye: He’s a wrestler. He’s gonna get hurt. It’s not Levi’s fault

Johnny Vegas: I say it is!!

Terra Skye: So by your expert opinion, Adrienne Levi - A very talented rising star here in Carnage.. a WRESTLER just like your boy Eli, should just like.. REFRAIN from hurting Eli in anyway?

Johnny Vegas: Yep.

Terra Skye: DO YOU REALIZE HOW STUPID THAT SOUNDS?!

Goode goes down holding his knee as Adrienne slides back into the ring. She pulls Goode to the middle of the ring, and gets him to his feet. She lifts Goode and nails a vertical suplex. She gets up quickly and follows it up with a running leg drop before getting to his feet and charges the ropes, bouncing off of the ropes but this time nailing a picture perfect moonsault. She instantly transitions into a pin, hooking Goode’s leg!!

Johnny Vegas: KICK OUT ELI COME ON


ONE!!


TWO!!

Goode kicks out, and rolls out of the ring. Levi double checks with the ref as Goode limps on the outside, trying to work a kink in his knee out. Levi takes advantage and charges forth, going over the top rope in an attempt to nail a crossbody but Goode catches her with a picture perfect drop kick! Levi falls to the ground holding her midsection. Goode lays next to her favoring his knee and grimacing.

Johnny Vegas: HAH! DID YOU SEE HIM KICK HER IN THE AIR?!

Terra Skye: Yes Johnny. I’m right here. I’m paid to watch the match with you.

Boy: Shouting is rude.

Johnny Vegas: UP YOUR ASS BIGFOOT!

Levi and Goode get back up slowly, with Goode using the guard rail and Levi pulling herself up using the apron. Goode is immediately on the attack though as he rushes in and nails Levi with a step up enziguri. He kips to his feet and drops her with a hard DDT. Goode lifts her and rolls her back into the ring, dropping down and hooking her leg with a pin

Johnny Vegas: Here we go! Eli’s got it now!


ONE!!


TWO!!

Levi kicks out! Goode looks frustrated, checking with the ref once more before getting to his feet and waiting for Levi to get up. He holds onto the top rope as he measures her, face determined and calculating. As Levi gets up into a kneeling position, Goode charges in and goes for the Goode Deal but Levi dodges it and trips Eli up. She hurries to her feet and runs to the ropes. As Eli gets to his feet, Levi bounces off the ropes propelling and nailing Goode with Levity! She goes for the pin!!

Johnny Vegas: Eli no!! KICK OUT! KICK OUT!!


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TWO!!


THREE!!



Johnny Vegas: NO! THAT WAS A FAST COUNT! FIRE THAT REF!!

Kelly Carmichael: Your winner... ADRIENNE LEVI!!!!

Johnny Vegas: GAH!! Why doesn't our BOSS COME OUT NOW?! FUCK! THIS IS HEINOUS! THIS IS UNFAIR!

Terra Skye: Jesus Christ, chill out before you hemorrhage. Eli Goode had a great match, they both wanted to put on a great match and they did - Unfortunately for Eli, maybe because he had other things on his mind, I don't know, but he let this one slip between his fingers. That doesn't change how talented he is and how much potential he has.

Johnny Vegas: FUCK!

Terra Skye: But Adrienne Levi has slowly but surely proven herself to be as talented as people thought she could be. Both of these two could face again in the future for any of Carnage's championships and I wouldn't be surprised in the slightest.

Boy: Mother has Dylans note.

Johnny Vegas: Go to a break.. I need a minute to recover.

Terra Skye: Oh my God...

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The scene cuts to backstage, where Jonathan Willis sits in his locker room before his match. Once again, Jon appears to be deep in thought, perhaps praying, perhaps meditating. When he opens his eyes, he looks ashamed. He looks regretful. He begins cursing under his breath, and almost seems on the verge of tears. He sighs deeply, and reaches for a nearby briefcase, opening it, checking its contents for what must be the fiftieth time, perhaps the sixtieth, and closing it again. Eventually, he hears a knock on his door.

Jonathan Willis: It's open. Come in.

Entering inside Jon's locker room is a man that is purposefully difficult to describe. He is wearing a loose shirt that is several sizes too big for himself, regular jogging pants, and regular sneakers. He is also wearing a face mask that covers most of his face, sunglasses that cover the rest of it, and a hat that covers his entire head. Jonathan Willis looks at him in his getup and shakes his head.

Jonathan Willis: You know, I want to say you look ridiculous in that getup, and I want to say how obvious you're making it that you're trying to hide your identity, but honestly, you don't look much different than anyone else these days.

Masked Man: The Coronavirus was a Godsend. It's the best thing that has ever happened to people in my line of work.

Jonathan Willis: Are you too much of a cold-hearted bastard to understand how incredibly fucked up a statement like that is, or do you just not care?

Masked Man: I don't get paid to care. I get paid to take one thing from one person and bring it to another person.

Jonathan Willis: Fine. Let's get this over with. I don't like spending much time with the scum of the earth nowadays.

Masked Man: Like I care what you think about me. Hand it over.

Jon hands over the briefcase, and the masked man immediately turns to leave, but stops when Jon speaks.

Jonathan Willis: You're not even going to bother counting it?

The masked man turns and chuckles under his mask.

Masked Man: Plausible deniability, sir. I don't know you, I don't know the person I'm bringing this to, and I don't know what's inside it. I got hired for a simple courier job, and that's all I am, and that's all they'll get out of me in court. There could be anything inside the briefcase. It could be pencils and papers. It could be children's coloring books.

Jonathan Willis: It could be fifty thousand dollars in untraceable bearer bonds.

Masked Man: It sure could. But it could also be literally anything else that could fit inside a standard-sized briefcase, which is a whole hell of a lot of things. Pleasure doing business with you, sir. You have a good day now.

Jonathan Willis: Go fuck yourself.

The mystery man chuckles one more time, flips Jon off, and leaves with Jon's briefcase. Jon flips over the small bench he was seated on and screams in rage and frustration as the cameras cut away.

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BACKSTAGE: It's About Time

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The camera cuts to backstage, looking down a random hallway in the locker room. Muffled conversations can be heard in the background, and the occasional no-name staffer can be seen scurrying about performing this or that little task. So when a familiar figures steps out into the hallway, there is a brief pause before the audience erupts into cheers at the sight of a former Carnage World Champion.

Johnny Vegas: Oh, fuck me sideways with a rusty spork! Who the hell allowed Fatty McFatterson back in here?!

Terra Skye: JOHNNY!

Despite the otherwise-plain purple mask covering the lower half of his face, the figure is clearly Will Prydor, and to see him backstage at Chaos is probably something most people didn’t have on their “signs of the 2020 apocalypse” bingo cards. Especially after all of the shit that Jason Bridges put him through, and then his recent dealings with the Carnage Board of Directors. This is probably the last place a self-proclaimed family man like Prydor would be found, instead of staying at home with said family. Looking to his right, Prydor sees the camera looking at him, and slowly shakes his head, an audible sigh escaping him.

Will Prydor: …Right. Big Brother is always watching. Funny how you forget after time away. Well, come on, then. Might as well multitask on my way back out.

The camera dutifully stays with Prydor as he walks down the hallway.

Will Prydor: So, the reason I’m here is that my most advanced student, who feels like she’s ready to take that next step and officially begin her professional career, asked me to get a feel for the current environment in Carnage. See if I could pull some strings, maybe get her a tryout. Unfortunately, it’s not going to happen. The current sugar daddy of Carnage—and let’s be honest, folks, that’s about the closest I can get to describing the guy without using words that my daughter will scold me for—made it clear that I, and those under my tutelage, were no longer welcome in his Carnage.

As one might expect, this announcement is met by a series of jeers from the audience.

Will Prydor: Not to mention…maybe this is the old-school part of me speaking but the locker room has certainly changed since I was here last. A guy like me, technical skills and all, just sticks out horribly in the locker room of today’s Carnage. And I get that. Changes will always come and wrestlers—and companies—need to adapt to them. I can’t fault the business for being the business. While my student might be more than just a technical wrestler by nature…even if I could get a someone to give her a tryout, I’m not sold on her being given a fair shake. To the current management, I should be persona non grata and summarily ignored. I don’t see her being treated any different because of my name being attached to her training.

By this point, Prydor has reached one of the doors leading out into the parking area.

Will Prydor: So, Elyssa? I hate to break the news to you this way, but—

JC: New guy's not all that bad, if you know the right people to undermine him.

Will stops, head tilted slightly for a moment before turning around. The camera moves to Will’s side, revealing JC moving closer.

Will Prydor: You’ve got about as much support among the brass as I do, Joe. One person can only do so much.

JC: Hey, I've got some sway with the board, say the word and I'll use the last bit of leverage I have left.

Will Prydor: And I’m not going to ask you to use it for this. I may be a callous so-and-so according to some people, but I’m not that much of one. Like to think I have better morals than that.

JC holds his hands up, palms outward, to concede the point.

JC: Alright, alright. But while I have you here, mind if I ask a question?

Will motions for JC to continue.

JC: Chaos 100 is coming up, and something that big has me thinking. The last time we celebrated Chaos was back at 50, and you defended two titles that night...

Will Prydor: And lost one of them, yeah. Thanks for the reminder that I got screwed over by management then too.

JC: And I got screwed out of the tag titles by Paragon. My point is, if Chaos 100 is to be as big as it possibly can be, I think you need to be a part of it.

Will Prydor: In what capacity?

JC: I was thinking a match.

Will Prydor: Man, I’m retired. Plus you know how leery I’ve been with even being out of my home with the issues my oldest and my wife have had. Their health comes first and foremost, and you know that. I should be able to make an appearance at least, but anything beyond that? It’ll take some serious convincing, Joe.

JC: Hey, I'm not suggesting you throw down with that weirdo Lab Rat King or tussle in barbed wire with Mitch Heart. The last time we had a match never sat well with me. Pure rules or not, you had your foot on the ropes during the pin. I don't like it. So I'm suggesting we give everyone a lesson on wrestling. Submission match. It's about time we have a definitive winner between us, don't you agree?

The audience seems to be abuzz with that statement, as Prydor looks down at the floor, considering.

Will Prydor: …that…is a convincing argument, Joe. Very convincing. Mind letting me mull it over a bit, get back to you next Chaos? Need to consider the family before I can commit to it.

JC: Sure. I'm not going anywhere.

At this, Will nods and turns to exit off-camera, as JC stands watching. The look on his face is inscrutable as the cameras cut back to ringside.

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Johnny Vegas: Why is this turning into the worst fucking night ever? NOW Will FATTY Prydor is back? God DAMNIT!

Terra Skye: I think in the face of Chaos 100, Prydor coming back is an amazing idea.

Johnny Vegas: You would you fucking kiss-ass.

Boy: KISSY!

Terra Skye: But what about that visit that Willis just got? I'm not entirely sure I know what's going on but something tells me it's not good.

Johnny Vegas: YOU FUCKING THINK?!

Terra Skye: Stop being a grumpy old fuck. Seriously.

Johnny Vegas: Stop being a saggy old BITCH! WATCH THE FUCKING MATCH!

DING DING!!

Matthews and JC lock up. JC has the power advantage and pushes Matthews into the corner. JC goes to hit him, but Matthews uses his speed advantage to duck out of the corner and avoid any connection. Matthews and JC lock up in the middle of the ring again. Matthews puts JC in a Headlock. JC pushes Matthews who bounces off the ropes into an Arm Drag. Both men get up and JC walks into an Arm Drag from Matthews. Matthews goes for a quick Lateral Press but JC pushes him off. Matthews and JC both get to their feet and meet in a stare down, which receives a cheer from the crowd.

Terra Skye: What a fantastic start from Matthews and JC.

Johnny Vegas: Both achieved nothing so far you mean?

Boy: Here comes the sun!!

Terra Skye: This is JC's second match back in competition for Carnage, I don't think that's fair to say considering his history with the company. Steve has had a rocky start but he's determined. I can respect that.

Matthews and JC lock up again. JC pushes Matthews into the ropes and then applies a headlock. Sensing Matthews is about to break the Headlock, JC hits a Headlock Takeover. JC goes to drop his elbow across Matthews shoulder, but Matthews nips up and hits a quick kick to the face, knocking JC down. Matthews bounces off the ropes as JC gets to his feet. Matthews goes for a Spinning Wheel Kick, but JC dodges it and Matthews crashes into the ropes and falls out of the ring. Matthews hits the mats and immediately grabs his knee.

Terra Skye: I think he hurt his leg on that one.

Johnny Vegas: That’s his fault for thinking he could fly.

Boy: Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da!!

Johnny Vegas: What the fuck is wrong with you?

Terra Skye: Instead of asking him that, you should be asking yourself that, asshole. On a more WORK related note, this match has been great so far... These two are really impressing.

JC sees Matthews holding his leg and immediately goes on the attack. (…1…) He drops his elbow onto Matthews leg and then wraps it around him. (…2…) You can see the pain in Matthews face as JC pulls at his knee. (…3…) JC gets back to his feet with Matthews foot in hand. (…4…) He kicks the back of Matthews leg and then slams it on the mat. (…5…) Matthews rolls over grabbing his knee. JC pulls Matthews by the leg and slams it against the steel pole. (…6…)

Boy: Twist and Shout!!

Terra Skye: Can you imagine the pain that Matthews must be in after that one!?

Johnny Vegas: Why would I want to do that?

JC lifts up Matthews and rolls him into the ring, breaking the referee’s count before seven. JC stomps on Matthews knee and then goes for The Beginning Of The End, but Matthews fights it off and kicks JC in the face. Matthews uses the ropes to get up and then stumbles over to JC. JC kicks Matthews in the knee and sends him down face first in agony. JC picks Matthews up and hits a Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. He instantly brings Matthews back up to his feet and hits a second Belly to Belly Suplex. JC quickly goes for The Beginning Of The End again, but Matthews is still able to fight it off.

Terra Skye: JC appears to be in control but Matthews has shown us before, he will not be an easy touch for anyone in Carnage.

Johnny Vegas: If he’s not winning, who cares?

Boy: Hello Goodbye!!

Terra Skye: If you had a brain, you'd realize that it's not all about wins and losses. But I won't bother going into that further because you can't comprehend that.

Matthews hobbles to his feet. JC runs at Matthews with a clothesline, but Matthews quickly nails a Spinning Wheel Kick! JC falls down hard on the back of his head! Matthews climbs up to the second rope and hits an elbow drop on JC! Matthews hooks the leg. The referee counts


One!!


Two!!

JC easily kicks out!

Boy: I am the walrus!!

Matthews gets up to his feet, still sort of limping and hopping here and there. Matthews grabs JC by the head and hits an impressive T-Bone Suplex on the bigger man. Matthews and JC both get up. JC goes for a right hand, but Matthews grabs it. JC then goes for a left hand, but Matthews grabs it and hits a Trapping Suplex. Matthews tries to pull JC up, but JC quickly uppercuts him in the face. JC goes to lock up with Matthews, but Matthews hits a quick Fireman Carry. Matthews goes for a headlock on JC, but JC grabs his arm and pulls him down into the mat. JC still has hold of Matthews arm and wrenches it over his head. Matthews flips over to unwrench it and then pulls JC in for a Belly to Belly Suplex! Matthews hooks the leg on JC. The referee counts!


One!!


Two!!

JC just kicks out!

Johnny Vegas: Not yet.

Terra Skye: A very competitive match, these two are a joy to watch.

Boy: Help!!

Johnny Vegas: You and I have very different definitions of Joy.

Terra Skye: I'm sorry but fondling yourself to reruns of the Voice just isn't my thing.

Johnny Vegas: BITCH!

JC gets up as Matthews questions the refs call. JC spins Matthews around and goes for the Schism(Package Piledriver), but Matthews counters it and nails a Back Body Drop! JC quickly gets up and Matthews goes for The Royal Flush(Downward Spiral)! But JC counters by pushing Matthews away, as Matthews looks back at JC he is met by The Big Boot Of Death! JC lands one hand on Matthews and The referee counts


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Three!!!

DING DING DING!!

Kelly Carmichael: Your winner... JC!!!!

Terra Skye: What a match! JC won, a win he desperately needed... But unfortunately that came at the expense of another loss for Steve Matthews.

Johnny Vegas: Fuck em. Both of em.

Terra Skye: No, fuck you, Johnny. Steve Matthews has more heart than you could ever possibly possess... And while he didn't win here tonight, he will and I'll enjoy rubbing it in your stupid fucking face!

Boy: FATMAN!

Johnny Vegas: UGH!

Terra Skye: We'll be back soon.

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BACKSTAGE: All is Fair in War

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The camera’s cut backstage, catching Mac Bane coming into the building. As the camera pans out the Ultra Violent Champion Kyra Johnson is leaned up against a nearby wall. She watches him approach, although his mind seems to be elsewhere, until he’s right up on her. He tips his hat to her.

Mac Bane: Kyra.

He goes to move along but then Kyra frowns at him.

Kyra Johnson: How’s the family?

Bane pauses but only momentarily and continues to move away from her.

Mac Bane: I wouldn’t Kyra, you don’t know me that well.

He turns and looks at her, his face a mask of barely controlled anger.

Kyra Johnson: Oh, I know everything that I need to know about you, Mac. How's it feel, to be such a failure, Daddy?

Bane’s right eye twitches ever so slightly, the vein on the right side of his neck begins to pulse.

Mac Bane: I wonder if that’s the same mouth you kiss your children with.

She arches an eyebrow at the comment, then she sets her jaw and begins speaking in a voice that’s dripping with venom.

Kyra Johnson: I wonder if those are the same lips you use to kiss Jack's ass with?

Mac smirks at her.

Mac Bane: They would be, but your lipstick remains, so I took a firm pass.

Kyra chuckles.

Kyra Johnson: Oh, ouch. So hurtful.

He gives her a playful smile.

Mac Bane: Hold that thought, we haven’t had our match yet. That’s when the real pain begins princess. I’m just getting started.

She nods her head.

Kyra Johnson:One can only hope that you'll actually be a man of your word, hmmm?

She moves a little closer, narrowing her eyes at him as she looks up at him.

Kyra Johnson: But princess? Really? The only person who's opinion I really value calls me a Goddess, so… I guess we'll find out which of you is right.

Mac glares down at her, then lets his facial expression relax and finally chuckles.

Mac Bane:The difference is, his is a term of endearment, mine is not.

Having said his peace, Mac continues down the hallway as we cut back to ringside.

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Terra Skye: Wow. We've still got a couple more shows between now and Chaos 100 but I wouldn't be surprised if Mac and Kyra end up throwing hands well before then.

Johnny Vegas: Kyra breaks my heart. She really does, with the way she's been acting lately.

Terra Skye: So let me get this straight, you don't like her now because she's not towing the Paragon line anymore?

Johnny Vegas: Just how shallow do you think I am? This ain't about Paragon. Kyra has always been her own woman and I respect that about her. But this is how she's choosing to act lately. She might be a badass but Mac Bane is just as much of a badass as she is, if not more. And he's got a good head on his shoulders, too. He'll defend Jack's honor...

Terra Skye: Just so the audience is clear my eyes just rolled as hard as I think they ever have before. You need to let it go.

Johnny Vegas: Why? Mac Bane has always been a paragon of respect. He's not falling for Kyra's bullshit. So why should anyone else?

Terra Skye: Mainly because, in Kyra's mind, she has a real reason why she is the way that she is and took the path that she chose.

Johnny Vegas: After what she did to poor Eli... fuck her. Seriously.

Terra Skye: Ugh. Getting into it with you is pointless. So anyway we're now ready to cut to ringside to Belle Silva for another edition of "Beyond the Belle"!

Johnny Vegas: Oh Christ. Would the misery just end already?

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RINGSIDE: Beyond the Belle

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“She’s a Genius” by Jet rings out and everybody’s favorite interviewer, Belle Silva comes out onto the stage with dark pink spotlights highlighting the area behind her. Smiling and waving, she makes her way down to the ring, where she climbs into the ring as usual. Picking up the mic left for her on her chair, Belle takes center ring and smiles brightly.

Belle Silva: Carnage Legion! How are we doing tonight?!

The Legion of course cheers as Johnny huffs in his chair.

Terra Skye: Just what IS your problem with Belle lately?!

Johnny Vegas: I am a REALIST, something I know is hard for your idealist brain to comprehend. I appreciate hard facts, solid reporting and not…

He gestures toward Belle.

Johnny Vegas: Pointless pandering to crowds. All she’s doing is trying to raise her stock as a celebrity instead of just getting down to brass tacks.

Boy: Get the point!

Johnny shakes his head as Belle continues.

Belle Silva: What a night We Are Relentless was wasn’t it?! New championship eras have been ushered in…

A cacophony of boos greet Belle in return and she nods solemnly.

Belle Silva: Right. No one is really a fan of the new champion and that’s a fact that this reporter knows he revels in. But we aren’t HERE to talk about all of THAT. We’re here to celebrate! Celebrate the forever growing federation known as Carnage! Celebrate an AMAZING supershow and cheers to a forever bright future!

She holds up her hand for the figurative cheers with the crowd and everyone salutes while Johnny curses under his breath.

Belle Silva: SPEAKING of “bright.” My guest tonight is just that in everything she does, everything she brings to the ring, and most recently, in retaining the tag team championships with her partner Kit Marlowe against a VERY able team in Trent Steel and…

The fans catcall and Belle blushes slightly.

Belle Silva: Zephyr Quinn. Ladies and gentlemen, Legion of all ages! I give to you one half of the tag team champions, Catalina Cortes!

An ear-splitting alarm blares through the Carnage Arena, leaving the Legion wincing in pain as the Carnage Tron flashes: !!!NEW CHALLENGER APPROACHING!!! POP/STARS vs MEGALOVANIA by Dj Cutman kicks in, as the screen shifts to say CATALINA CORTES, complete with an anime cat(resembling a public domain version of Litten to avoid any legal complications) in place of the O.

Catalina Cortes bursts through the curtain, hoisting her Carnage Wrestling Tag Team Championship to the sky in classic Link-finds-a-treasure fashion, before sliding it over her head and wearing it bandolier style. She wears a metallic red hoodie, complete with cat ears and RUDO embroidered on the back. Her back to the ring, she points to the screen still flashing her name for the sake of audience participation...

Carnage Legion: CATALINA CORTES!

She yanks her hood down to unleash a mane of bleach blonde hair, spinning on her heel to face the ring, gleeful defiance dancing in her eyes. Her walk to the ring is quick and eager, as she dashes up the ring steps and reclines against the ropes, giving the audience a confident smirk. Catalina then bounds off the bottom rope, backflipping over top and landing on her feet in the ring. She hoists the title in the air once more, leaving the Legion to levy their adulation upon her. Belle applauds as she gestures to the nearby sofa as she takes her own seat. Catalina sits as the fans settle and the music fades for Belle to open the interview.

Belle Silva: Catalina, great of you to be here! Thanks for taking the time and congratulations for your win at WAR!

Catalina smiles as her fans cheer her on in The Legion, everyone present wearing masks per local state guidelines.

Catalina Cortes: No problem, homey. And thank you very much. Slight correction, it wasn't MY win, it was OUR win. Kit scored the pin on Zephyr Quinn while I was struggling to keep Trent Steel trapped in a treasure chest. Not your classic tag team wrestling, but I'm glad the chest came in handy as more than a prop in the best entrance ever.

She smiles coyly as the fans again cheer and Belle nods, a small smile on her face. Zephyr didn’t get the reference until Belle explained it to her. Catalina continues through the cheers.

Catalina Cortes: Don't wanna sound like I'm blowing smoke, but that was the first time Trent and Zephyr ever teamed up and they pushed us to our limit. We spent like two-thirds of WAR trying to put Trent Steel down and we couldn't do it, which side note, was extremely enraging and I will prove to the world Trent Steel is not unpinnable. Yes, I know other people have pinned him, but you get my point.

Belle smiles knowingly and nods. She did not envy the person standing across the ring from Trent Steel.

Belle Silva: No doubt, might not be an in ring performer, but I’ve never wanted to climb in there against the likes of Steel. Moving on though, with a successful title defense behind you where do you go from here?

The crowd settles in silence, anxious for an answer.

Catalina Cortes: Another night, another title match, and things could've turned out differently. Not that we would let that happen. I'm just saying that it COULD happen. They were almost good enough to become the champions in their first outing. If TrentzyQ stay a team, they're gonna be back for our belts in no time. But short answer, we keep defending until somebody beats us, to infinity and beyond.

The crowd cheers at the response as Belle uses that smile she’s known for to wait until the crowd settles before continuing.

Belle Silva: Haha, TrentzyQ. That’s… I REALLY like that! But as champions, you and Kit must have your eyes set on all of the new talent coming in and the endless possibilities of new challengers. Team StarFox is one such example and there are so many more people you could potentially find coming for those championships. Does The Kit Cat Connection have their eyes on anyone in particular? Anyone that screams to you “worthy opponents?”

The fans once again fall into silence, happy to have the questions they have all been wondering asked.

Catalina Cortes: I feel like you mentioned StarFox because you know the answer’s StarFox. We can get to the theoretical teams, but StarFox is official-official and they already beat the Family so hard that all four members vanished from existence. If you’re not already sold on how good Silvio Leon and Kohaku Fujihara are, watch how they do against Amber Ryan and Mac Bane tonight. Bane and Amber are top tier, but if you think StarFox losing is a foregone conclusion, then you haven’t been paying attention. Not only are they great wrestlers, but one guy might be a wizard and the other guy might be a kitsune in human form. Don’t be surprised if Bane-ber gets Barrel Rolled.

The fans erupt in a chorus of cheers and Belle can’t help but nod her approval.

Catalina Cortes: So if you want someone to scream worthy opponents, I’ll scream StarFox.

Catalina soaks in the praise received from the crowd but it quickly dies down as Belle begins her next question.

Belle Silva: Any words to the people in back about the future of the tag team division?

A hush falls over the already silenced crowd, if that’s even possible. Everyone leans forward for the champion’s response. Except maybe Johnny Vegas.

Catalina Cortes: If you’ll remember, way back at Isolation me and Kit got thrown together in a tag team gauntlet to win the titles. And while Carnage might be light on teams that have committed to matching ring gear and cute names, there’s no shortage of potential combos. Matt Knox and Adrienne Levi have a victory as a team, but Knox is dodging me and Adrienne knows what she did. Lab Rat King and Mitch Heart could decide tomorrow that since they’ve already made each other bleed, that might as well team up and make everything else bleed. There are like fifty other variations of Insidious members we haven’t beaten. Alex Winter could find someone who can stand to be around him for ten seconds. The Monstimals are gonna be looking for revenge sooner or later.

Catalina pauses and then continues.

Catalina Cortes: We beat the Monstimals as two randos who got stuck together in a makeshift tag team… Things worked out, we’re two successful defenses into this title reign and to be perfectly honest, I want all of Carnage chasing our belts. I don’t want a doubt in anyone’s mind that we’re the best tag team here. I want the fiercest competition so we can prove that the tag team titles are the most important championship in the company. Get a partner and come at us.

The crowd once again erupts in a chorus of cheers as Belle gets up and offers a handshake to Catalina. Catalina shakes her head and stands up, instead offering her fist to Belle. Belle laughs and smiles before bumping fists with the tag champion. Suddenly, “Come For Me” by New Year’s Day rings out and Zephyr Quinn makes her way to the ring. She rolls under the ring as Catalina turns to meet her. The two meet in the middle, face to face and nose to nose as the music fades and the tension builds. Belle happens to be caught between the two, trying to separate them when Zephyr breaks away and grabs a mic.

Zephyr Quinn: There’s been one thing eating away at me since WAR. Something that until I just sat in the back and watched you in this interview, I had been too blind to figure out. I…

She glares at Catalina, meeting her gaze.

Zephyr Quinn: Respect the crap out of you. Out of Kit and everything that you are doing for the tag team division. Often times, the tag teams get brushed under the proverbial rug and forgotten about. With your talent, with your shine, there’s no way that could or will EVER happen. So as much as I’m going to love being the one to hand you your first loss here in Carnage, I also have to say that there’s no way that you’ll ever be anything less than a shining star in Carnage’s future.

The fans of course pop as Zephyr offers her hand to Catalina. The tag champion smiles and offers her fist, Zephyr looking at it curiously. Belle whispers in her ear and recognition comes on Zephyr’s face and she forms her hand into a fist; just as Catalina offers to shake hands instead. The two smile awkwardly as Ref Jeff slides into the ring and the props for Beyond the Bell are taken away.

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Match Five:

Catalina Cortes Vs. Zephyr Quinn

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Johnny Vegas: Well that was awkward. But hey, at least I think it's over with.

Terra Skye: Shut up! That was a true show of sportsmanship from both champion and challenger. Not only that, but let’s not forget that this is Zephyr’s chance for redemption of sorts. She might be completely ok with not having a title on her waist, but that's not going to stop her from trying to give Catalina Cortes her first loss here tonight.

Johnny Vegas: Provided she can be the one to end an undefeated streak. No tall order. Let’s not forget that this is Catalina Cortes’ undefeated streak…

Terra Skye: I thought you didn’t like her?

Johnny Vegas: I don’t... But I don’t know, maybe I can’t help but respect the need for a fighting champion in some form in any of our current divisions.

Boy: Squish is still squash after the squish!

DING DING!

No one has a response for Boy as Ref Jeff calls for the bell to get the match underway! The two meet in the middle of the ring, talking the proverbial “smack” to one another as they both agree to start things off the same way as they did at WAR!

Terra Skye: Did… Did they just agree to another headbutt war? That’s probably not a good idea…

Johnny Vegas: Of course it isn’t! But that doesn’t mean that idiocy won’t prevail and kill us all through having to watch dumb shit like that.

Zephyr takes the first swing by Catalina ducks and delivers an elbow right into Zephyr’s gut! Quinn doubles over as Catalina drops down and throws a double handed chop right to Zephyr’s collar bone! Zephyr stands up, only for Catalina to sweep her leg to knock her back down!

Johnny Vegas: Heh… The champ is learning…

Terra Skye: Excellent flurry of offense from one half of the tag team champions Catalina Cortes!

Boy: Sweep the leg Johnny!

Johnny turns at the mention of his name as Boy playfully swats at him with a massive hand. Terra has to try and hold Johnny back as Catalina grabs Zephyr by the chin and bridges up, pulling Zephyr’s head and neck back as hard as she can! Jeff checks to see if Zephyr quits, but she shakes her head and pulls at Catalina’s grip, finally able to break it and then yank as hard as she can, pulling Catalina off of her and giving her a second to breath.

She doesn’t have long though as Catalina hops back up, right back on the attack with an elbow drop to the back of Zephyr’s neck! Catalina tries to follow up, but Zephyr rolls to the side, grabbing the ropes to stand up. With a running start, one half of the tag champions rushes Zephyr, but Quinn is ready with a charging clothesline, knocking Catalina down to her back!

Terra Skye: Zephyr looking to get fired up!

Johnny Vegas: For the gajillionth time this week…

Terra Skye: That’s not a real number.

Boy: Pi! Enough to go round!

Zephyr gets to her feet and lays a couple stomps on the tag champion, but has to switch gameplans as Catalina rolls to a knee. Zephyr runs and connects with a knee right to the bridge of Catalina’s nose! Catalina goes down and Zephyr makes the first cover of the match!


ONE!


NO!

Catalina gets her shoulder up as Zephyr takes the count in stride, accepting there’s more work to be done.

Terra Skye: Zephyr quick to go for a pin…

Johnny Vegas: After a couple moves? Puh-Leaze. Don’t know what she was trying to accomplish…

Terra Skye: Well… It takes effort to have to kick out of a pin. Do it enough and you’ll wear out your opponent…

Johnny Vegas: Really? That’s your analysis? Make your opponent tired? Think I’d rather take my advice from the massive wart behind us.

Boy: Check the magnets for coffin dust!

Johnny Vegas: …

Zephyr grabs Catalina and pulls her to her feet, wrenching her arm before twisting under it. Quinn gets in a couple shots to Catalina’s ribs before Cortes flips around in Zephyr’s grasp and flipping Zephyr! Quinn rolls out of the way as Catalina tries to drop an elbow and tries to catch the champion by surprise with another clothesline! Catalina is ready this time and grabs Zephyr by the arm, spinning her down and locking in The Nook’s Cranny!

Johnny Vegas: Serves her right for trying to beat a champion in five moves or less.

Terra Skye: I SWEAR you used to hate Catalina at one point.

Johnny Vegas: Depends on the day honestly. To be fair some of her insults are amusing…

Terra Skye: As long as she doesn’t target YOU, right?

Johnny doesn’t answer as Jeff checks to see if Zephyr wants to quit, she yells in pain, but her answer is a resolute “No.” She yells again and kicks her foot out, barely nicking the rope. Belle yells her encouragement from ringside as Zephyr tries again, this time managing to hook a boot over the bottom rope! Jeff sees it and calls for the break, Catalina sighing in exasperation before releasing the hold and rolling to her knees to catch her breath. Zephyr struggles for a moment, catching her breath as she gets up clutching her shoulder.

Terra Skye: WOW! Catalina was close to getting her second victory over Zephyr in the last two shows!

Johnny Vegas: Pay attention wench! Catalina CLEARLY stated earlier that it was a team effort. Hell, she was the one holding Trent back in the treasure chest as Kit pinned Zephyr…

Terra Skye: HA! So you DO pay attention!

Boy: The owl forever watches…

Zephyr charges at Catalina, launching herself up into the air and aiming a knockout punch at Catalina! The tag team champion is ready though and pulls Zephyr by her outstretched arm, whipping her into the corner! Zephyr connects and leaps up to the middle rope, looking to regain control! However, Catalina is there and quickly kicks at one of Zephyr’s legs, causing Quinn to lose her grip and concentration. Taking advantage, Catalina takes a step back and delivers a thrust kick right to the side of Zephyr’s head as Quinn tries to check on her leg!

Terra Skye: Oof… That’s gonna leave a mark.

Johnny Vegas: Maybe it will be a future clue not to mess with things that are too much for them.

Boy: Hot to the touch when removed from the microwave!

Catalina picks Zephyr up onto her shoulders and deposits her onto the turnbuckle. With a coy smile she hops up behind the stunned Zephyr and quickly leaps off, hitting her patented corkscrew neckbreaker along the way!

Terra Skye: A Cata-Clysm off the top rope! Devastating!

Johnny Vegas: Again, don’t mess with things that you can’t handle.

Catalina slides into the cover and Jeff swings in to make the count!



ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING DING DING!

Kelly Carmichael: The winner of this match, by pinfall, CATALINA CORTES!!!

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RINGSIDE: Greetings and Salutations... Now DIE

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Terra Skye: What an incredible match!

Johnny Vegas: I’ve personally seen better. Like when the garbage can won the Openweight Championship…

Boy: Recycle and reuse!

Johnny rolls his eyes as Zephyr gets up and dusts herself, noting Catalina doing the same. They stare at each other awkwardly, briefly before Zephyr extends her arm for a handshake at the same time Catalina offers her fist for a bump. Noticing her faux pas, Zephyr quickly forms her hand into a fist as Catalina goes to try and shake her hand.

Terra Skye: Maybe one day they'll get that right...

Johnny Vegas: Doubtful. Those two working as a team is not something I'm willing to stomach. Even if it is just for a secret handshake.

The two smile and part ways, but as they do so, the lights turn off, throwing the stadium into complete chaos. When the lights come back on Zephyr is left in the ring alone, Catalina having been thrown out by someone that can only be described as looking like…

Johnny Vegas: Is that a fuckin’ demon Alice in Wonderland?! Halloween isn’t for another couple of months nutbag!

The figure twitches as a look of familiarity washes over Zephyr’s face, followed by abject fear. She charges the new comer but the demon Alice is too quick, stepping to the side and backhanding Zephyr across the face with a cast iron skillet!

Terra Skye: WOAH!

Johnny Vegas: THE HELL?!

Boy: The cow says... OinkMeowMoo!

Zephyr flies to the side, landing hard on her side and grasping at her face, yelling out in pain before medical personnel flock to her side, headed by Belle Silva. As the new figure watches Zephyr, Catalina slides back into the ring and charges the newcomer from behind! Again, with amazing quickness though, Catalina is picked up and slammed back down with a one armed spinebuster!

??: YOU… Will have to wait your turn star child. Until then, it’s HIGHLY suggested, you stay out of business that doesn’t concern you.

The new figure snarls as Catalina rolls out from under her and stands back up. She charges again, leapfrogging over the newcomer and running the ropes! Catalina doesn’t have a chance to build up any steam though as the new person spins and delivers a cyclone clothesline for Catalina’s troubles! Without further interruption, Catalina is unceremoniously dumped from the ring as the newcomer is given a mic… Cautiously.

Amelia: Ladies and germs, allow ME to introduce MYself. My name is Amelia and I am her to bring about the destruction of… Well, whomever I see f…

She stops as she notices Belle leaning down across Zephyr, crying. Another snarl and Amelia grabs Belle by the hair and drags her to the center of the ring.

Amelia: This time… No one is here to save you and this will be the LAST time you get involved in MY business.

Amelia picks up Belle by the hair, snarling at her. However, from out of no where C$J runs down the ramp and slides in, leaping into the air and grabbing Amelia by the back of the head and bringing her down with an inverted DDT! He gets up and straightens his jacket before picking up the mic.

C$J: I don’t know who you THINK you are, but no one lays a hand on MY assets.

Amelia gets to her feet and C$J runs the ropes. However, before he can do anything Amelia turns and turns him inside out with a boot to the face! C$J rolls back to his feet and before Amelia knows it, the Carnage boss takes a step back and launces a superkick, connecting with Amelia’s chin!

Terra Skye: WOW! C$J certainly takes the protection of his staff seriously!

Johnny Vegas: Told you C$J wouldn’t be like anyone before him.

Amelia crumples to the ground and C$J seems to be in the zone now, whipping off his suit jacket and climbing to the top rope. With a cheer from the crowd he leaps off with a moonsault, but Amelia leaps up and spears him right out of the air! This time it’s Amelia that gets up and straightens herself out before picking up her mic.

Amelia: Tsk tsk Mr. Bossy Man, you don’t recognize the one person you gave an impervious contract to? You can do whatever you like to try and thwart me and in exchange I will do everything in my power, and let’s face it Chris, I have a lot of it, to make things VERY uncomfortable for you.

Amelia throws the mic on the ground at Christopher St. James, turning her back on him and exiting the ring.

Amelia: Fortunately for you Belle, I have bigger fish to fry. Take care of my sister for me. I’m sure she’ll be needing a caring hand once she wakes up.

Amelia winks and turns to leave but once again is stopped by C$J’s voice.

C$J: Yeah, so… I’m a little rusty. But that’s why I became the businessman I am today, in case you haven’t guessed it yet, I don’t often need to get my hands dirty. Amelia, you might want to hear this because as of right now, I, Christopher St. James am offering a $10,000 bounty on your fuckin’ head. I might not be able to fire you and you might do worst to me. But I will NOT stand by and let you run amok on MY roster. Now go ahead and leave, you’re dismissed.

Amelia doesn’t seem to react to the news at all as she continues to the back. She once again stops though as C$J calls her by name again.

C$J: And Amelia? Do stay safe. Wouldn’t want you to miss any shows. Your contract states that if you no show a match, I can do whatever the fuck I want with your contract and your career. Hope no one holds you up from getting to any matches going forward because I can think of PLENTY of things I'd love to do to that contract right now...

C$J chucks the mic down onto the floor as Amelia makes her way to the back and he crawls over to check on Belle and Zephyr. Medical personnel flock to the ring with a stretcher.

Terra Skye: With everything else going on, I kind of forgot about Zephyr. She… She isn’t moving…

Johnny Vegas: How could you forget about her being backhanded by a friggin’ skillet?! Good for C$J with the bounty and taking care of his staff. God knows what would have happened to Belle if he hadn’t come in when he did… I honestly don’t know what to say otherwise…

Boy: Mr. Rogers lost his friend…

Johnny rubs the bridge of his nose, either annoyed by Boy or unable to watch as the medical team finally gets Zephyr loaded onto the stretcher. True to Terra’s words, Zephyr seems to be unconscious, a blanket pulled up to her chin. Helped by C$J and followed by a grief stricken and in shock Belle, Zephyr is wheeled up the ramp and out of sight.

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BACKSTAGE: The 'Main Event' Speaks

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We see Security escorting Trent Steel towards the backstage area promptly stopping in front of the exit towards the parking deck that the wrestlers use.

Trent Steel: Well that's ominous as fuck.

C$J: I thought it would make the point for me...

Trent turns to see the new boss looking damn pissed off. Trent chuckles.

Trent Steel: Ah, the money man. I was wondering when we were gonna have a chat.

C$J: You're going home. Right now. You weren't even booked tonight. Do not come back in the building or I will have you fired. Are we clear?

Trent Steel: Is this because I hit wimpy earlier?

C$J: That's my fucking main event for Chaos One Hundred. Do you have any idea what would have happened if you would have followed thru with your threat...

Trent Steel: Wasn't a threat. It was a promise. And he talked me out of it. Looks like you got more footage for the promo package for that match eh?

C$J: I...what?

Trent Steel: I'm going to make this simple. We don't know each other, so I'm going to give you some slack. You don't want to pull this I'm the boss and you're the grunt shit with me. It won't work. Because you'll notice something about me.

C$J: That you talk more to me in person than in your promos. I know who you are. Your reputation proceeds you. Everyone on the board tells me to watch out for you and I'll be honest...I'm not impressed.

Trent Steel: Oh?

C$J: You've had shots at two titles in the past two pay per views and you've failed to grab the brass ring. And you may have been a big deal, but let's face it...you're not anything special anymore.

Trent Steel: Hehehe...Ahhahaha...AHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHHA...

C$J leans over to one of the security guys.

C$J: Get the taser ready. Him laughing is quite unnerving.

Trent Steel: So you think that's your main event? That match? That match with those two. Tell you what...I'll make you a deal.

Trent reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out an index card. He hands it to C$J.

Trent Steel: That is a short list. Give me a match with them at One Hundred. I promise you. No matter what Jack and Ken do...That match will be the main event. No one in this company makes it without me and them tearing the house down. Those are the ones you want to prove my point.

C$J: And that point is...

Trent Steel: No matter where you put me on the card, ya dumb fuck, one thing is true. I am the main event...and you're going to learn that!

C$J: Uh huh...Sureeeeee. Take that little bit of ego and go home. As for your match. I'll think about it...because I'll be honest. A little nostalgia is great to be the bar that I can show was the past. That's dead. That's gone. That will never happen again. And the rest of my show will be epic compared to your shit show match. Get out.

Trent smirks and walks out the door.

Trent Steel: I'm gonna enjoy watching this blow up in your face...

C$J scowls as the door shuts and Trent is out of the arena for the night.

C$J: Main event my ass...

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Match Six:

Jonathan Willis Vs. Matt Knox

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Terra Skye: Wow, that was a lot to take in.

Johnny Vegas: GOOD.. I'm glad that asshole Trent Steel got escorted out of the building AND put in his fucking place by a REAL man!

Terra Skye: Please... If we know anything about Trent Steel by now, he's not about to let anyone, especially someone like C$J make him feel like he's not the Main Event he knows he is.

Johnny Vegas: Maybe a Garbage Can Main Event...

Terra Skye: We'd also like to extend our well wishes to Zephyr Quinn, I don't know what all that was about... But we just hope she's okay.

Johnny Vegas: Let me put it to you like this... Real simple, okay? Bitches. Be. Crazy.

Terra Skye: ... We're gonna just move on. Jon Willis and Matt Knox are in the ring and ready to go.

Boy: HERE! TAKE MY FRENCH SAUCE!

DING DING

As Willis and Knox walk to the center of the ring, the two veterans and former World Champions stop for a moment as they lock eyes. Those in attendance come alive, feeling the electricity. Knox and Willis take a moment to look around to the sparse, but lively audience. Knox moves first, backing up and clapping his hands. Willis nods and takes a couple steps back as well, paying the audience his own round of applause, before suddenly giving Knox a hug in the middle of the ring, slapping him once on the back and taking a step back

Johnny Vegas: Oh christ, c’mon they gonna kiss now?

Terra Skye: Oh come on, Johnny. This is a dream match the fans are getting for FREE. Two former champions who signed here nearly on the same day, who’s careers thus far have been in constant comparison?

Johnny Vegas: Snooooooore

Terra Skye: That's right, you're a moron who can't appreciate good wrestling when you see it. Nevermind.

The two circle each other then and go for a lock up. Willis slips behind Knox, going for a waist lock but Knox widens his base and goes to pry Willis’ grip apart while trying to use his size and leverage to stop the suplex. Willis breaks his grip on his own and rolls Knox up in a pin attempt but Knox escapes, rolling through and getting to his feet he goes to pay Willis a thrust kick for his troubles but Willis rolls out of the way and gets to his feet, the two freeze as they square up and once more the legion comes alive

Terra Skye: Just like at Underground: Redemption, these two seem evenly matched and the legion is electric for it!

Johnny Vegas: I think they both look like emo kids

Terra Skye: They’re obviously Goth, Johnny

Johnny Vegas: Same fucking thing.

Boy: MY TEARS MAKE UP THE GRAVY!

The two seasoned warriors skip the pleasantries this time and rush in to the middle of the ring where they begin exchanging blows, Knox pushes Willis away and goes for a roundhouse only for Willis to duck under it, sweep the bigger man’s legs and go for a standing Senton but Knox gets his knees up in time and makes Willis pay for it. Knox kips to his feet, and runs to the ropes. He bounces off them and goes to nail Willis with a rolling senton but Willis evades and Knox bumps onto the mat!

Johnny Vegas: HAH!

Terra Skye: Christ...

Willis takes advantage of Knox being stunned for a moment and locks in an arm bar, scissoring his legs as he yanks on the arm. Knox cries out in pain as the ref drops down to start checking for submission. Knox refuses of course, and begins reaching for the ropes. He finds them just out of reach as Willis yanks even harder on the arm. Knox grits his teeth and begins dragging himself toward the ropes as the fans cheer

Terra Skye: Finally, it seems like Willis has gained an edge and Knox is in a bad way! You know he’s gotta be hurting after We Are Relentless

Johnny Vegas: We can hope, anyway

Boy: TONGUES ARE MOIST!

Knox gets to the ropes and snatches onto them. Willis relents on the hold and Knox pulls on the rope, rolling to the outside. He favors his left shoulder as he walks from the ring, resting a hand on the announce table a moment. Willis sees this and begins climbing the ropes. Knox however finds the nearest camera and grins into the lens. He turns just as Willis leaps from the top rope with a crossbody but Knox catches him and flows through with a powerslam through the announce table!!

Johnny Vegas: My drink!! You clown lookin pricks!!

Terra Skye: Jesus Christ!

Boy: SPLAT GOES THE SHIT WEASEL

Knox pushes himself up to a kneeling position. He leans down and checks on Willis, muttering something to him before paying a sportsmanlike slap on the chest. He pulls the woozy Willis to his feet and moves him toward the ring when suddenly out of the crowd two masked men with large builds hop the railing and are instantly on Knox and Willis, clubbing them in the back of the head. The veterans start trying to fight back but are quickly becoming overwhelmed!!

Johnny Vegas: GOOD! MURDER THOSE TABLE BREAKIN FREAKS!

Terra Skye: Who even is this!?

Johnny Vegas: Don’t care! My fuckin drink! Fuck!!

DING DING DING!!!

The ref calls for the bell but the two men do not relent in their attack. One drags Willis from the apron and lifts him in a military press, dropping him chest first over the guard rail before taking Willis down with a discus lariat. The other goon and Knox keep trading soup bones. Knox ducks a wild haymaker, and pays the goon with a roundhouse kick. He moves in to lock in The Mercy but the other goon snatches him in a full nelson

Terra Skye: We gotta get someone out here, These two masked men whoever they are are assaulting out talent!!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah. “””Talent”””

With a furious yell the first goon nails Knox with a big Yakuza kick that the other goon transitions into a snapdragon suplex. The goons stand and stare out over the booing legion before hopping the rail once more and leaving through the crowd as Knox and Willis lay prone on the outside.

Kelly Carmichael: Due to a double disqualification this match has been ruled a No Contest!!!

Terra Skye: This is such a disappointment! The match was getting good!

Johnny Vegas: Good! FUCK THEM! THEY SPILLED MY BOOZE

As Knox crawls to Willis to check on him “Boom Boom Boom” blares forth from the Carnagetron and Alex Winter comes out, pointing with his right hand and laughing. In his left hand, Alex has a microphone.

Alex Winter: "Someone is making more enemies."

Alex finishes what he was saying and goes back to laughing at Willis and Knox. Unknown to Alex, Steve Matthews was standing behind him with microphone in hand.

Terra Skye: Oh shit...

Steve Matthews: "Speaking of enemies, don't forget this one."

Turning around with the full intent on driving the microphone in hand into the face of Steve Matthews, Alex is met with The Perfect Hit for his troubles. Stepping over Alex, Steve drops the microphone and heads down to ringside to Knox and Willis, helping each to their feet to the approval of the Legion!

Terra Skye: See? Told you.

Johnny Vegas: This doesn't prove SHIT. PARTY ON!

Knox holds the back of his head, but looks furious as he usually does. His head whipping around to find the assailants as Jon Willis pats him on the back, assuring him that they’ll get the sunsabitches back. At the top of the ramp, Alex Winter is barely getting to his feet as The Dragon Lady charges out, intent on avenging the injustice from earlier! But to Alex’s changing luck, Mameha follows her out and holds her back, shouting for her to calm down as Alex beats a quick retreat through the crowd

Terra Skye: This is a lot to process. We need a new table. We’ll be back after these messages.

Johnny Vegas: PRICK MIMES!!

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RINGSIDE: Promises, Promises...

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Terra Skye: Johnny, I wish you'd shut the fuck up before someone decides to shove that bottle up your ass sideways and I end up in the crossfire!

Johnny Vegas: Everyone loves me. I don't know what you're talking about.

Terra Skye: ....

There’s a flicker in the lights as the familiar and ringing opening chords to ‘Roots’ by In This Moment play out across the arena, the Carnage faithful making some noise as the former Carnage World Champion- ‘The Distorted Angel’ Amber Ryan methodically makes her way out onto the stage.
No flash or fancy, no showboating or even really any attempt to play to the Legion who are on their feet in support as she stalks to the ring.

Despite her best efforts to disguise it, Amber’s ankle still obviously bothers her and the way she carries herself suggests that the other effects of the match at We Are Relentless are still taking their toll. Slipping beneath the bottom rope, there is an odd aura in the air…normally the redhead would radiate a fearsome passion and indescribable fire however she seems subdued, almost impassive in spite of a surprisingly positive fan response, requesting a mic as she gingerly crosses the ring.

As the music dies down, the harsh lyrics fading- the Legion chants for the former champion as a sign of respect…

Terra Skye: It looks like our former world champ has something to say.

Johnny Vegas: OF COURSE SHE DOES.

Amber paces slowly, the mic near her face but nothing being said as the Legion seems to grow louder despite their numbers. Raucous and rowdy, the ‘Painted Hurricane’ has the Legion at her back and she hadn’t yet even said a word.

Amber Ryan: I’ve made a lot of promises to a lot of people over time...

The words barely leave Amber’s mouth before the crowd starts again, pockets growing in volume until the whole crowd is once more in the throes of cheering and chanting. With a nod of acknowledgement and the attempt at what appears to be a relatively sincere smile, Amber beckons them to quiet down.

Amber Ryan: ... and I’ll be the first to admit I’ve never really been the best with sincerity and speaking my mind that didn’t just involve obscenities. However, I made a promise going into WAR- not publicly, just one with myself but it feels valid all the same...

A hush finally falls over the last few noisy stragglers.

Amber Ryan: I promised myself that I’d make that Carnage World title mean something, that my reign- however long it might be- wouldn’t just be overshadowed by the way I got there. I might be a lot of things, I might be selfish and unreasonable, I might be a fucking sociopath if we dare delve into that realm- but I promised one thing… That I’d be better. Better than the day before, better than those before me and better than those that might follow...

Amber’s pacing slows to a stop as she look out over the crowd.

Amber Ryan: ... and at WAR, I broke that promise.

A few people yell out, but their words are inaudible despite their projected positivity.

Amber Ryan: I won’t stand here and make excuses cause that's just not what we do here… What I came out here for was to make another promise. A promise to the locker room, to the legion and most importantly to that little shred of myself that Ken motherfucking Davison will never own, that last remnant of the woman who stepped into this company in 2017 and shook it to it's ever-loving core. That piece of me who makes me just who the fuck I am...

Her tone starts to exude an intensity, a fire slowly gathering momentum as her words catch alight in the air.

Amber Ryan: When I say that the Carnage World title means everything to me, that I’d give everything of myself for it- I meant it and more importantly I’ve proven that. See what people fail to realize when they start speaking out of turn is that GKD, he didn’t just take that title...

Amber mimics the motion of posturing the ‘Hand Of God’ straight towards the camera as though trying to put her hand through it.

Amber Ryan: He reached deep inside my chest and tore out everything that ever mattered.

Amber follows through with a violent tearing motion as her voice crackles slightly at the crescendo, the harsh desperation of emotion firing on all cylinders as she resumes her slightly lopsided pacing.

Amber Ryan: So Ken, you wanted to see what happened if I went off the rails, wanted to see what might happen if you push me that little too far… Well, you really should have just finished the job ‘Godly’, you should have kept digging and kept tearing until there was nothing left to break cause there's just enough pieces of me left that I could sew myself back together, dust myself off and tell the world all the ways I plan on making you eat every… last… slanderous… venomous… word… you ever spoke.

Amber slows, as the passionate fire simmers down if only for a moment.

Amber Ryan: I came out here… to make a promise. There will be no rest, no mercy, no quarter given- until I get MY Carnage World title back. Call it what you will- a warpath, a suicide mission, a one way ticket straight back into my own personal hell…

Something akin to an almost sick smile crosses the invigorated features of the former World Champion, the kind of sick smile that reminds those who know of her fiery trial through the first Monarchy Of Anarchy, the sick smile of her first World Title win… The sick smile of a woman who might have been pushed a little too far this time...

Amber Ryan: Just remember kiddies, to call it effective. Call it devastating. Call it the path of a hurricane painted in the red of every person who ever said she wasn’t good enough…

Cause I promise you Ken Davison- on everything I have worth swearing on- that I will make you regret not ending me when you had the fucking chance.

Amber lets the mic fall from her fingers as she stares through the camera, the blue-green in her eyes like an angry sky and the faint twitch in her smile suggesting that there might be a couple screws perhaps starting to come loose.

With as much posturing and fanfare when she entered, she leaves the same way… Slipping beneath the bottom rope as the Legion seemingly approves of the message the former World Champion.

As she makes her way up the ramp, even with the crowd noise and resonating music- she gets a little closer to one of the cameras which manages to pick up the words ‘Don't worry, I heard you loud and clear Knox. Chaos 99. You’re on’ followed by a knowing wink as she leaves the bloodthirsty Legion in her undeniable wake.

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VIDEO PACKAGE: The Times, They Are A'Changin'

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The picture cuts to a living room. The carpet is threadbare, and the couch is tan upholstered and looks like something that may have been obtained off of someone’s curb. Sitting on this couch is Mitch ‘The Broken’ Heart in his usual black sleeveless hoodie, ambiently illuminated by a simple table lamp off camera. An acoustic guitar, as shabby-but-serviceable as almost everything else the Detroit brawler owns, rests in his lap. Looking down, not addressing the camera, his fingers find their places on the strings and he begins to strum, the tune a familiar one to those acquainted with modern classic music. When he begins to sing, his voice is rough, but not unpleasant to listen to- in fact, it suits the song rather well.

MITCH: Come gather 'round, people, wherever you roam, and admit that the waters around you have grown, and accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone, if your time to you is worth savin', then you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone, for the times they are a-changin'...

Grinning a little from the corner of his mouth, Mitch looks up, his fingers continuing to strum softly.

MITCH: Been feeling something in my bones lately. Now, I ain’t been here that long, really, and I’ve been known to be wrong. But see, I’ve done my homework. Anybody worth their salt knows the key players at a new workplace, the lay of the land. The heroes. The villains. The Paragons. And it looks to me like all that is well on its way to being disrupted.

He shrugs, fingers still dancing across the taut strings, carrying on the melody almost of their own volition.

MITCH: Everybody’s talking now. Oh, they’re still talking about the Ryans, the Banes, the Goodes, what have you. But more and more, I’m hearing about the Leons. The Levis. The Knoxes. And… heh. The Hearts. Now, don’t mistake me. Ken Davison is a self righteous prick. You won’t hear much praise for him on my end. But the dethroning of Amber Ryan as champion is yet another gaping crack in the castle that the old blood have built here. The kingdom is crumbling, and we will be the ones to tear it down and build something better. But hey, don’t let us cut you out. You established folks? You can help us build this new tomorrow. A better Carnage Wrestling for everyone. In fact, I suggest you either do so or step aside. Because if you don’t? If you decide to get in our way instead?

His eyes narrow dangerously, jaw ticcing as he stops strumming and leans forward.

MITCH: You’re going to get fucking run over.

He holds the silence, the glare, for a moment to let it sink in before beginning to play once more.

MITCH: Come legends and paragons throughout the land, and don't criticize what you can't understand, the rooks and the upstarts are beyond your command, your old road is rapidly agin', please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand, for the times they are a-changin'.

Mitch plays the song to a close and gives another straight on look to the camera. He moves his hand, his chin resting on his knuckles. The back of his hand faces the shot, bearing a temporary tattoo of the Ace of Hearts.

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Match Seven:

Mac Bane & Amber Ryan Vs. Silvio Leon & Kohaku Fujihara

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Terra Skye: Well we were treated to some strong words from both our former World Champ and one of our newer, and promising talents, Mitch Heart.

Johnny Vegas: What Amber said was spot on. What Heart said was BULLSHIT!

Terra Skye: How so? Mitch Heart feels an uprising of new talent, and those mainstays... The Amber Ryans, the Mac Banes... The Ken Davisons and Kyra Johnsons.. They've gotta look out because there are some damn talented people coming up the ranks in Carnage...

Boy: SEVENTY ORANGES!

Terra Skye: And, to further that point - Before our main event we've got a special treat for the Carnage legion: a tag team match featuring two of Carnage's top stars against two of its fastest-rising stars...

Johnny Vegas: AMBER AND MAC ARE GOING TO PROVE THESE FUCKS WRONG!

Terra Skye: I don't know, if Amber and Mac do pull it off, they're going to earn it... that's for damn sure. What do you have to say to that?

Johnny Vegas: BLEH!

Terra Skye: That's what I thought. Anyway, tonight's match-up also features the enigmatic Silvio Leon, fresh off a big win with his team at We Are Relentless, teaming once again with Kohaku Fujihara, in a pairing that has proved remarkably successful so far. Let's head ringside for the official introductions.

"High Tide Rising" by Fox begins playing all throughout the venue as Kohaku Fujihara saunters down the ramp, whistling to himself. The whistling aligns with his entrance music. Occasionally Kohaku pauses to interact with the fans- a selfie with a kid, shameless flirting with an attractive supporter- before arriving in the ring, leaning against the ropes and awaiting his opponent in an almost infuriatingly casual manner.

Kelly Carmichael: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a standard rules tag team match! Introducing first: He stands 5' 11" and weighs 225 pounds... from Fushimi-ku, Kyoto, Japan... KOHAKU FUJIHARA!

"Superstition" by Kyle Primus begins playing as Silvio Leon makes his entrance, greeted by cheers. Silvio interacts heavily with the audience during his entrance. High-fives, fist bumps, selfies, winks, finger guns – he just wants everyone to be having a good time. He enters the ring with a little acrobatic flourish, flipping over the ropes, and goes to his assigned corner to talk some last-minute strategy with his tag team partner.

Kelly Carmichael: And his tag team partner... standing at 6’0” and weighing 195 pounds... from Seattle, WA... "The Oracle" Silvio Leon!

The opening chords of "Badass" by Saliva begin to echo throughout the arena as Mac Bane makes his way out onto the stage. The crowd gives him a mixed reaction, mostly cheers but a few jeers as well. He nods his head along with the music. The chorus picks up as the volume increases and the pyro flares red to either side of the stage. Bane begins his walk towards the ring as fans reach out to him. He exchanges a few fist bumps here and there but the ring is his focus. That's where he conducts his business.

He moves to the ring steps and makes his way up on the apron. Wiping his feet there, he then ducks between the top and middle rope. He stands in the center of the ring, bathed in the red light, he extends his arms straight in the air, momentarily he crosses them in an "X" before he lets fly the "Hook'em" sign with each hand. His music has faded, his duster has been removed along with his cowbowy hat. He now paces like a caged animal, while he awaits the start of the match.

Kelly Carmichael: And their opponents... introducing first standing at 6'6" and weighing 280 pounds... from Baltimore, MD via Port Arthur, Texas... MAC BANE!!!!

Pulsing, red lights rolls over the Carnage faithful like a tide to the opening echoing chords of "Roots" by In This Moment, Maria Brink's vocal summoning a familiar response from those who know what to expect. 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 materialized, 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 or perhaps even a kiss blown in sarcasm towards the most derisive.

Following a slow lap of the ring as the lights continue to pulse in time with the music, Amber Ryan slips fluidly beneath the bottom rope. Leaning through the opposite rope, she messes with the nearest crew member or camera person she can find briefly before making her way towards the turnbuckle, climbing predominantly left-handed. Methodically and deliberately nonplussed, the 'Distorted Angel' turns around to take a seat rather leisurely on the top turnbuckle. With hands clasped and elbows resting on her knees expectantly, her ever present smirk never wanes once.

Kelly Carmichael: And last but certainly not least, Mac Bane's partner... she stands 5'8" and weighs 132bs... from Rockport, Texas... "THE DISTORTED ANGEL" AMBER RYAN!!!!!

Terra Skye: All four competitors are in the ring, and it's time to get the match underway! Do your thing, Boy.

Boy: MY FAVORITE SCP IS THE INFINITE IKEA!

DING DING!!

Boy dings the ring bell hard enough to shatter it in two, and once again, it's replaced by another ring bell by an on-site staff associate whose job seems to be nothing more than just replacing all the ring bells Boy keeps breaking. Mac Bane and Silvio Leon start the match off with a classic collar-and-elbow tie-up. Using his considerable strength, Mac Bane just hauls Silvio Leon up and into the air, turning the collar-and-elbow into a Biel Toss! But using his agility, Silvio Leon twists and flips, landing right on his feet and looking Mac Bane square in the eye with a sly grin!

Leon charges forward, but Bane sidesteps and shoves Leon into the ropes. Bane bends down for a Backbody Drop, but Leon twists once again, so when Mac Bane lifts up, all he does is help Silvio execute a backflip! Silvio lands right back on his feet and is right back off of them as he leaps up and nails Mac Bane with a Dropkick, sending him stumbling into the ropes! When Bane rebounds, Leon hits him with a Huracanrana!

Johnny Vegas: Leon's quicker than a hiccup but Mac Bane is tougher than a two dollar steak!

Terra Skye: So I guess when you run out of things to say you just steal the phrases of better commentators?

Johnny Vegas: I don't get paid for my originality. I get paid for my winning charm and unbeatable smile.

Boy: 096 IS A SHY GUY BUT I'M JUST DYING TO SEE HIM!

Leon brings the big man back up to his feet and Irish Whips Mac Bane into his team's corner. Leon measures his opponent, runs, and collides full force with a Back Elbow to Mac Bane! He quickly tags in Kohaku Fujihara, who quickly goes to work capitalizing on Leon's momentum. The two teammates execute some tandem offense, with Leon nailing Mac Bane with a Backdrop Suplex while Fujihara combos it with a Neckbreaker! Fujihara pumps his fists, exciting the crowd, as he grabs Mac Bane and hauls him up. He shoves Mac Bane into the ropes and whips him off of them with an Irish Whip, but it's reversed!

Mac Bane stands in the center of the ring and he collides with his opponent as both men attempt a shoulder block on each other, and neither man budges! Mac Bane gestures to the ropes, and Fujihara nods in understanding. Fujihara runs the ropes again, and once again smacks into Mac Bane with a heavy thud, but once again neither man goes down! Mac Bane motions to the ropes once again! And Fujihara obliges! But this time when Fujihara runs into Mac Bane, Mac Bane ducks his head and headbutts Fujihara right on the chin! Fujihara goes down clutching his jaw as Mac Bane smirks, teeth marks on his forehead! He tags in Amber Ryan!

Johnny Vegas: See? Amber is just as stubborn as Mac... They're just a great couple.

Terra Skye: ...And you call me biased.

Johnny Vegas: YOU ARE! You just wait til the main event! I'll prove it!

Boy: 049 DOESN'T WANT TO KILL YOU! HE WANTS TO CURE YOUR DISEASE! THE DISEASE OF LIVING!

And now it's Mac and Amber's turn to get in some tandem offense! Mac Bane hauls up Kohaku Fujihara and lifts him up for a Samoan Drop, and as the two men fall, Amber Ryan combos that Samoan Drop with a Backbreaker! Fujihara lands hard and Amber doesn't give him even a second to breathe! She blasts him with a double stomp, and Fujihara clutches his gut in pain and rolls onto the apron to recuperate. But Amber Ryan isn't done! She runs the ropes and nails Fujihara with a Baseball Slide, sending him right out of the ring! The fans cheer as Amber measures her opponent! Fujihara manages to get to his feet, but the second he turns around, he's met with a flying Amber Ryan in his face, as the former Carnage World Champion blasts him with a Suicide Dive! The crowd cheers as Ryan rolls Fujihara back into the center of the ring and goes for a pin!


One!!


Two!!

And Fujihara kicks out at two! Amber Ryan immediately gets back to work, hauling up the big man and shoving him into a neutral corner. She begins peppering her opponent with dirty boxing strikes: punches, backfists, elbows, and finally, a big knee right to the solar plexus that drops Fujihara. With Fujihara seated in a corner of the ring, Ryan runs the ropes! On her return she attempts a huge running knee... but Fujihara counters! Fujihara uses the ropes to spring up to his feet and he catches Ryan mid-flight with a tremendous spear! Ryan flips end-over-end, and Fujihara quickly rolls her over and goes for the pin!


ONE!!


TWO!!!!!

And now Ryan kicks out at two! Ryan rolls away from Fujihara to try and recuperate, but with Fujihara all alone, he manages to get over to his team's corner and tags in Silvio Leon! Rather than get in the ring, once he's tagged in Silvio quickly heads to the middle of the apron and grabs the top rope with both hands! He waits for Amber Ryan to get up and turn around, and when she does, he hits her with a Springboard Crossbody! He goes for the cover!


ONE!!!!


TWO!!!!!!

And another kick out at two by the former World Champion!

Terra Skye: Amber Ryan isn't going down without a fight! She's displaying the tenacity and fortitude that made her a champion!

Johnny Vegas: YEAH! About time you see shit my way.

Terra Skye: I never didn't think that she or Mac weren't some of the best Carnage has to offer, I'm just willing to look at everyone with that same eye... And realize that this place is full of talented people, like these two who are going toe to toe with Amber and Mac right now!

Boy: NEVER TRUST A D-CLASS! THEY'RE ALL SHIFTY-EYED SWINDLERS! D-BOYS ARE K.O.S.!

Leon picks up his downed opponent and shoots Amber Ryan into the ropes, bouncing off the opposite ropes himself. When the two meet in the middle, he nails Ryan with a Spinning Heel Kick, bringing the former champion right back down to the mat. Leon then nails a beautiful Standing Corkscrew Moonsault and lands his full weight on Amber's body. Seeking to continue building his momentum, he hauls up Amber Ryan and begins running the ropes. With Ryan in the middle of the ring, Leon attempts the Miskatonic Twist... but Amber Ryan counters his Tilt-a-While Headscissors Takedown into a Tilt-a-Whir Backbreaker! Leon falls to the mat clutching his back and Ryan manages to get to her corner and tag in her partner!

Terra Skye: And here comes the Cowboy!

Mac Bane strides boldly into the ring, picks up Silvio Leon, and sends him crashing right back down to the mat with a hard suplex! But Bane keeps his hold on Leon, twists his body, and brings both himself and his opponent back up to their feet, where he hits Leon with another Suplex! And once again Bane keeps his hold on Leon, twists, and gets to his feet! When Bane attempts a Delayed Suplex to finish off his three-peat, Leon knees him in the head! Bane breaks the hold and throws Leon off of him in frustration, but Leon lands on his feet! Leon charges forward... right into Tornado Alley, Mac Bane's Discus Lariat! Bane goes for the pin!


ONE!!!!


TWO!!!!!

TWO AND A HALF!!!!

Leon kicks out! Bane nods and curses lightly under his breath, impressed but also annoyed at the resilience of his opponent. Bane drags Leon into a corner, then brings him up to his feet! Bane signals for the end! Mac Bane runs the ropes and attempts his Texas Heat finisher! But Silvio ducks under him! Mac Bane collides full-force with the turnbuckles, and bounces back hard! As Bane struggles to recover, Silvio Leon makes his move, executing an amazing Starry Wisdom, running and leaping onto the second turnbuckle, flying backwards, twisting, and hitting Mac Bane with a Tornado DDT! Bane's head spikes hard into the mat and Leon immediately goes for the pin!


ONE!!!!


TWO!!!!

And Mac Bane kicks out at two and a half! And now it's Leon that is both impressed and frustrated at the toughness of his opponent! Leon heads to the top rope! Silvio Leon attempts his jaw-dropping "Color Out of Space" finisher... but Mac Bane moves out of the way! Silvio lands hard on the mat, so hard he even bounces off of it a little! The two men struggle to their corners and each manage to tag in their partners!

Terra Skye: Both teams are not only showing an incredible amount of heart and fortitude, they're also showing that they just might be two of the best tag teams in wrestling right now!

Johnny Vegas: I'd expect as much from a team that's already been successful and shown to have a close bond, and a team that features two people involved in an intimate relationship and both have been or are currently wearing gold.

Terra Skye: Rare praise from Johnny Vegas? Did we get transported to the Bizarro timeline without anyone telling me?

Johnny Vegas: But Silver boy and Koko are still pricks.

Terra Skye: OH MY GOD.

Boy: WE NEEDED 2966 BACK IN MARCH!

Amber Ryan and Kohaku Fujihara meet in the center of the ring and begin circling around each other. Fujihara attacks first, with a left jab, right hook, head kick combo! But Amber Ryan moves backwards, dodging all three strikes! But she runs out of room, her back touching the ropes, and Fujihara attempts to Clothesline her over the top rope! But Amber ducks, turns around, and begins peppering her opponent with more dirty boxing strikes! After nailing a series of rapid-fire offensive strikes, Ryan sends Fujihara across the ring with an Irish Whip, and attempts a Yakuza Kick on her opponent's return... but Fujihara ducks under, catches Amber's leg, hauls her up, and executes an incredible twisting Sitout Powerbomb onto the former champion! Fujihara goes for the win!


ONE!!!!


TWO!!!!!

And Amber Ryan once again kicks out! Fujihara, resilient and surged on by an adrenaline rush, ascends to the top rope! Fujihara attempts to end it all with his "Fox's Leap" finisher... but Amber Ryan gets her feet up! Fujihara stumbles to his feet clutching his chest and struggling to breathe! With his back towards her, Fujihara is grabbed by his opponent and put into position for Amber Ryan's "Sawdust in the Blood"! And she hits it! She nails Kohaku with her version of the Vertebreaker! Ryan goes for the win!


ONE!!!!!


TWO!!!!!!!!

KICKOUT!!!!!!!

Somehow, Fujihara manages to kick out at two and three quarters! Ryan gets up and measures her opponent! When Fujihara manages to get back up to his feet, Ryan doubles him over with a quick kick to the gut! And Amber Ryan attempts her "Original Sin" finisher... but Fujihara flips himself up and over, landing behind Ryan, and leaps into his corner, tagging in his partner!

Johnny Vegas: And now here comes the tarot freak! How's the eyebrow Leon?!

Silvio Leon leaps into the ring, but Amber Ryan immediately fires a Yakuza Kick at him! Leon ducks, runs the ropes, and nails Amber Ryan with the Miskatonic Twist! Ryan manages to get back up to her feet, but is dazed by the maneuver, and when she turns around, Leon hits her with the Starry Wisdom! The fans cheer as Ryan crumples to the mat and Leon goes for the in!


ONE!!!!


TWO!!!!!

And Mac Bane enters the ring and breaks up the pin, stomping on Leon's head! The referee attempts to get Mac Bane out of the ring, but the scene quickly devolves into chaos as Kohaku Fujihara comes flying into the ring, leaping over the referee and nailing Mac Bane with a Crossbody! Bane attempts to catch Fujihara but stumbles backwards into the ropes with such force that the two men are sent end-over-end tumbling to the outside of the ring! Both men quickly get to their feet and charge at each other, and they both end up taking each other out! In an incredible display of speed, strength, and power, Mac Bane runs full-force into Kohaku Fujihara and hits him with his Tornado Alley Discus Lariat at the same time that Fujihara hits Bane with his "Fox's Run" Running Bulldog Lariat!

Terra Skye: They're both down and out! Bane and Fujihara just took each other out of this match!

Johnny Vegas: And now Ryan and Leon are just slugging it out in the center of the ring! GET HIM AMBER!

Boy: HERE'S A FUN LITTLE RHYME TO REMEMBER FOR 173! HIPPITY HOPPITY BLINK AND YOUR NECK GOES POPPITY! HERE'S ANOTHER! CRICKETY CRACKETY BLINK AND YOUR NECK GOES SNAPPITY!

And true to the words of Johnny Vegas, Amber Ryan and Silvio Leon are slugging it out in the center of the ring, with Ryan's dirty boxing being an equal match for Leon's counter-fighting heavy-dodging style!

As Ryan and Leon continue to trade shots, Leon leaps up and catches Ryan with a Jumping Enzugiri! With Ryan momentarily dazed, Leon runs the ropes! And Silvio Leon sends Amber Ryan's head hard into the mat with the Starry Wisdom! Ryan is prone on her back in the middle of the ring, and Leon points to the top turnbuckle in his team's corner! The fans rise to their feet in anticipation as Leon ascends the top turnbuckle! Leon executes his "The Color Out of Space" finisher! He crashes into Amber Ryan with all of his weight with an incredible Corkscrew Shooting Star Press! He hooks the leg and goes for the pin and the win!


ONE!!!!


TWO!!!!!!!


THREE!!!!!!!!!

DING DING DING!!

The fans cheer and chant as the bell rings and "Superstition" by Kyle Primus plays all throughout the arena!

Kelly Carmichael: Your winners... The team of SILVIO LEON and KOHAKU FUJIHARA!!!

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RINGSIDE: Enter the Heartbreaker

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As the bell rings and the victors are declared, Silvio can’t seem to believe it at first. Shocked, eyes wide, he looks around the ring, repeating the phrase, ‘holy shit!,’ as if it were a mantra, his gaze finally meeting Kohaku’s. He lets out a celebratory cry, both fists shooting into the air.

Terra Skye: Holy shit! What a fucking match!

Johnny Vegas: I am SO done with this night... I swear.

Whooping as well, Kohaku throws his arms around his partner, the two of them laughing and embracing each other tightly.

Then, suddenly, on total impulse, the 21st Century Fox presses his lips to Silvio’s. The Oracle’s eyes widen at first, before his posture relaxes and he returns the kiss, one hand going up to cradle the back of Kohaku’s head.

Johnny Vegas: AND IT GETS WORSE! We're not in a soap opera GOD DAMNIT!

As the crowd erupts into a secondary round of cheers for entirely new reasons, the Carnagetron flashes to life with pouring gold glitter. The joyful chaos of the scene is abruptly cut into by the emphatic opening guitar riffs of Primadonna Like Me by the Struts.

The combatants still standing in the arena turn to see a new figure standing at the head of the ramp.

        HEY YOU!

            DON’T YOU KNOW WHO I THINK I AM?

The man standing in the entrance to the ring has a shock of wild blonde hair, and a pair of Ray-ban shades settled over a stripe of gold glitter across his eyes. He wears a black denim jacket over his bare torso and green and gold ring gear, as well as a smirk that exudes all the confidence of a SoCal rock n’ roll prince.

Johnny Vegas: Now who in the fuck is this prick?

Terra Skye: ..I don't know.

Cocking his head to the side, chewing a piece of bright yellow gum, he saunters down the ramp toward the ring as the name Rockstar // Axton Gunn blazes on the screen behind him in shameless gold.

Boy: THE GUN SHOW!

As the music cuts through the jubilation of the crowd, Silvio turns from Kohaku to look up the ramp, mouth pressing into a hard line and posture stiffening. Separating himself from his partner, he glances to three other occupants in the ring and gestures for them to step back. Turning again to look at this newcomer, he approaches the edge of the ring, crossing his arms and watching him with an expectant expression.

                BIG FISH… SMALL TOWN… ROMEO!

The newcomer helps himself over the second rope; the crowd bubbles with curious and confused murmuring. As he straightens up, he ignores the other competitors and strides directly up to Silvio, standing only a couple of feet away. He nudges his shades down enough to show a pair of meadowgreen eyes, sizing up The Oracle with a quick up-and-down glance. He then holds out a hand to Kelly Carmichael, requesting the mic in her hand.

Once she obliges him, he lifts it to his mouth, tucking the gum into his cheek so he can speak clearly.

Axton Gunn: Hey babe. From the look on your face I think you were expecting me to show up. Something give you a hint? Little birdie tell you, maybe?

Rolling his eyes and gesturing for a mic of his own, Silvio replies.

Silvio: Hi, Ax.

His voice is flat, tone mildly exasperated.

Silvio: Yeah, your little video package back at WAR kinda clued me in. What are you doing here? Don’t you have your music to work on back in LA?

Axton: Heh! Yeah, what am I doing here? Who willingly comes to a dumpster fire like Baltimore?

The crowd’s boos make him grin, spinning the mic in hand before continuing.

Axton: I heard you up here were making some new friends… without me.

Axton looks over Silvio’s shoulder, eyeing Kohaku over the gold rims of his shades. Asking for and receiving a mic, the redhead steps forward, narrowing his eyes.

Kohaku: I have no idea who you even are outside of some guy who had some songs on the radio. But I do know you’re already making more trouble than you’re worth. So wherever you came from, you can just turn around and go back there.

Axton: Whoa! Easy there, fluffy! Keep blowing hot air like that and you’ll knock that hat right off your pretty head.

Rockstar returns his attention to Silvio, shifting his weight to the other leg. Some of the humour in his expression fades, a knot in his brow.

Axton: I would have hoped I was at least worth enough trouble for a goodbye. I thought we had something really special going on… then I find out you ditched me, your VIP tickets and Sunset Boulevard… for Baltimore?

For a moment, Silvio just stares openly at Axton as if he can’t quite comprehend what he’s saying. Blinking and shaking his head, he brings the mic to his mouth again.

Silvio: That’s what this is about? You couldn’t have called? Texted? Anything? You uprooted everything, came across the country and got a job at my work to...to do this?

Axton: Uh, yeah.

The blonde shrugs, grinning again with a bit of a chuckle in his voice.

Axton: Repeat all of that back to yourself and tell me that’s not exactly on brand for me.

He drums the mic, brow scrunched in thought.

Axton: I just had to see what the big deal was… I had to see how any of this could be better than life in LA. And you know what? I get it. I think I get it. This is… this is fun!

He gestures around the arena loosely, then to the wrestlers in the ring. Mac Bane. Amber Ryan.

Axton: So… I wanted to come out here and tell you in person, Silvio. I forgive you. You really hurt my feelings, bailing without so much as a call, a text… anything… uprooting everything, coming across the country and getting a job here to do… this.

Axton’s smile is gone, looking at Silvio with resignation in his eyes.

Axton: I just wanted to come up here to congratulate you on an incredible match tonight.

Silvio looks incredulous, raising a brow, but his expression is shaded with guilt. Sighing, his shoulders drooping, he nods, meeting Axton’s gaze.

Silvio: Thanks, Ax. I appreciate it.

Kohaku eyes the rockstar suspiciously but stands back a little, giving the two space to reconcile.

Axton extends his free hand, offering a shake, his gold-highlighted eyes on Silvio’s face.

Axton: I’ve got a year off to stay here, since the tour season’s canceled. Let’s have some fun together, ok?

Silvio looks at Axton’s hand for a moment before raising his own to take it, giving the rockstar an apologetic smile.

Axton takes a firm grip on Silvio's hand, shaking it--and then drops the mic, grabbing the tarot reader by the forearm and pulling him into a vicious sucker-punch of a knee strike to the gut!

As Silvio doubles over in a combination of shock and pain--before anyone else in the ring can react--Axton reaches forward and grabs The Oracle with both hands, his own boots leaving the floor as he slams him down into the mat in a ruthless double-arm DDT!!

Rockstar kips up to his feet immediately, his expression a snarl as he looks down at Silvio with contempt.

Axton: That's for ghosting me, bitch! I hope it hurts!

As the crowd erupts into boos, Silvio writhes on the mat, cradling his head with one hand, face contorting in pain. Kohaku is at his side immediately, checking on him. While he says some things to Silvio the camera doesn’t catch, he looks up viciously at Gunn. In perhaps an odd trick of the light, his eyes seem to be glowing a burning gold.

Kohaku: Get out before I tear you apart.

There is something heavy and uncharacteristically dangerous in his voice.

Following that unsettling tone, Mac Bane steps forward to put himself between the unwelcome guest and Team Starfox, forming an imposing wall. Amber moves at the same time with a furious shout, rushing Axton who rapidly backpedals and slides out under the bottom rope to the floor, laughing as he swaggers backward with his arms out in an open taunt.

Axton: Alright, alright! Enjoy the victory--so glad to see you made so many new friends without me, Silvio. Can’t wait to introduce myself to ‘em… one by one.

He smirks, blowing a kiss up to the ring.

Axton: See you at Chaos 98, sweethearts. Love ya!

Rockstar flashes a hand signal with his fingers--XOXO--and slips out through the crowd before Amber and Mac can chase him up the ramp, the playful riffs of The Struts singing him out.

Johnny Vegas: What the shit?

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RINGSIDE: Three Warnings - Three Chances

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As Carnage comes back from commercial break, the Carnage logo on the titantron above the entrance ramp flickers and goes black before being replaced by an ouroboros and in the middle, an atom.

Silence follows as a lone figure shows up at the top of the ramp, her long black hair flowing behind her.

Su.

The fans boo for Zephyr’s twin sister as she only smiles and waves at all of them serenely.

Su: Hello Carnage Legion, it’s great to be back again.

The only person to really cheer Su is Boy who seems to be excited his “pet” has come back. Instinctively, Su takes a step back.

Su: I am not here tonight to start fights. I’m not here to interfere with Zephyr’s life, or be an evil, malevolent spirit. We’ve all gone down that road before and it ended with me being pet to death by a behemoth while Zephyr once again ruled the day. No… We aren’t going down that road again.

I am here Carnage to drop some information on you that will be groundbreaking and shake Carnage to its very core. I am here to tell you of the oncoming storm, the force of change that will take Carnage from the stagnant swamp it finds itself in and catapult it right up to the very, tippy top, of the ladder, place it on a pedestal, and shine it up the way that it needs to be. You don’t have to believe me right at this very moment, you don’t even have to LISTEN to me. All you have to do is believe it when I say that if you thought SuZQ was bad… Just wait until the storm is upon you. Wait until you’re in the eye of this storm, staring up at your imminent death, and realizing that you should have realigned yourself to be away from the coming Armageddon. THIS Carnage, is your wake up call. You get three, this being the first. Choose wisely and I’ll be seeing you all again, REAL soon.

To anyone that wants to avoid that eye of the storm and instead be a part of it? Well, I’ll be around to hand out applications.

Su winks, a gesture that is met with an unsettling air falling over the arena. Su leaves the way she came and as soon as she leaves, the image flickers and is replaced once again by the Carnage logo.

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Main Event:
CHAOS Championship Match

Dominick Strife Vs. Harry Hampton

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Terra Skye: Well first off, before we get into the main event here this evening... I'm not sure who this Axton Gunn is... But I don't think he's bringing any good tidings to Carnage Wrestling.

Johnny Vegas: He doesn't like Tarot boy and Kissy boy... so I'm good with him.

Terra Skye: Well Amber and Mac didn't take too kindly to his interruption either.

Johnny Vegas: FUCK THAT GUY!

Boy: USE MY PHONE!

Terra Skye: You switch sides faster than... I don't know, but you're ridiculous. During that break we also heard from someone we've not heard from in... Well, a long time.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, crazy bitches sister is back. Crazy bitch number TWO. Lovely.

Terra Skye: Well, all I can say is when Su is around... I don't think things are going to be happy or good...

Johnny Vegas: Duh.

Terra Skye: Well on a more positive note - It's finally here, Carnage legion! It's finally time! It's our main event, and whoever wins it will become the inaugural Carnage Wrestling CHAOS Champion!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, but once all that gold and leather goes around your waist, your dance card becomes full! This new championship will be defended at every single Chaos show, and as the saying goes, you're not really a champion until you defend the belt. The real winner here won't be the guy that's the first champ, it'll be the guy that can stay champ week in and week out, and honestly, I don't think either of these two jabronies have what it takes! Dominick Strife barely started here and Harry Hampton's standards of success are so low he asked you to marry him!

Boy: I CAST FIREBALL!

The cameras cut ringside as Vegas and Skye continue arguing, and Boy sits off to the side, holding in his hands the brand new Chaos Championship![/i][/font]



The camera pans away from Carnage's newest championship and focuses on announcer Kelly Carmichael as she prepares to usher in the dawn of the Carnage CHAOS championship.

Kelly Carmichael: The following contest is a STANDARD RULES match, scheduled for one fall, and is the inaugural bout to determine the first-ever Carnage CHAOS Champion! Introducing first...

"Shoot to Thrill" by AC/DC plays out of the PA system as the confident Carnage newcomer Dominick Strife makes his way to the ring, accompanied by his childhood friend and business manager, Isla Burke. Both Strife and Burke look determined, focused, and absolutely stunning tonight.

Johnny Vegas: Sweet Christ on the cross, who's that blonde and what's her number?!

Terra Skye: Her name is Isla Burke, and trust me when I say that she and pretty much all of the women on this great grand earth want absolutely nothing to do with you.

Boy: FEATS ARE OVERPOWERED AND I'M GLAD 5E MADE THEM OPTIONAL!

Kelly Carmichael: Introducing first, accompanied by Isla Burke, he stands 5'11'' and weighs 183 pounds... DOMINICK STRIFE!

Strife and Burke make their way ringside, Burke offering up some last-minute advice to Strife before staying outside the ring, in Strife's corner. Strife rolls into the ring and begins warming up as the Carnagetron statics and the lights dim down. Suddenly, a countdown is shown on the 'Tron.

5...
4...
3...
2..
1..

Harry Hampton: Hae a guid day!

After Hampton's voice booms through the arena, the lights cut off as "Final Countdown" by Europe plays. A single spotlight hits the stage as Harry Hampton stands in it, his back to the audience, wearing a leather jacket with the name Hampton on the back, an image of a lock hanging from the 'O'. He turns around holding his arms wide with thumbs up, then he turns them down as fireworks go off behind him. He makes his way down the ring while high fiving fans, and he takes off his shades and puts them on one of the fans in attendance tonight. He slides under the ring, getting on his knees and extends his arms again as fans throw mini Scottish Flags into the ring.

Kelly Carmichael: And his opponent, from Edinburgh, Scotland... he stands 5'11'' and weighs 202 pounds... he is THE PRIDE OF EDINBURGH.... HARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRY! HAMPTON!

Terra Skye: This could be the biggest night of Harry's career! It's time to get the match started! That's your cue, Boy.

Boy: YOU BEGIN YOUR ADVENTURES IN A TAVERN!



Boy brings down his little hammer onto the timekeeper's bell with a resounding clash, officially starting the match to decide the first-ever CHAOS champion!

Strife and Hampton meet in the center of the ring, taking in the cheers of the crowd, as the two men stare each other down. They nod, quickly bump fists in a mutual sign of respect, and lock up in the classic collar-and-elbow tie-up. The two men struggle for position against each other, and suddenly, Dominick Strife falls flat on his back, using the momentum to whip Hampton over him in an improvised throw! But somehow Hampton keeps the collar-and-elbow tie-up applied, and he and Strife both get to their feet and continue struggling against each other! And now Hampton falls to his back, attempting the same improvised throw, but now it's Strife that manages to keep the hold applied and bounce back to his feet! Both men mutually break off the hold and look around at cheering crowd.

Johnny Vegas: Neither one of them has any edge over the other so far.

Terra Skye: They're just that good and evenly-matched!

Johnny Vegas: Or maybe they're just not trying hard enough. As the old saying goes, if you ain't cheating, you ain't trying. Who cares if you take control of the match with an eye rake or a foot stomp? There's gold on the line!

As the two competitors stare at each other, pondering their next move, Hampton raises one hand up, and the fans cheer. Strife locks his grip with Hampton's, and Hampton puts his other hand up, and Strife locks his grip with Hampton's again. The two men begin the classic "test of strength", struggling against each other, straining and fighting for purchase. Strife begins winning, bending Hampton backward, further and further still. Hampton goes from a standing position to a position where his back is arched backwards so much his head nearly hits the mat, but suddenly, he pushes off with his two feet, flipping himself over and breaking the hold! The sudden movement causes Strife to lose his balance, and in that moment, Hampton quickly gets behind Strife and nails him with a Release German Suplex!

Strife bounces up back to his feet, momentarily dazed, and Hampton nails him with a European Uppercut that sends him into the ropes as the fans chant "AYE!" and Hampton continues his offense with an Irish Whip. Hampton attempts to hit Strife with a clothesline on the rebound, but Strife ducks and continues running the ropes! When Strife rebounds the ropes again, Hampton falls to his belly, and Strife sails over him! And Strife is still going! Dominick Strife rebounds across the ropes one more time, and then launches a Dropkick at Hampton... right as Hampton attempts to hit Strife with a dropkick of his own! The two moves cancel each other out and the two men's feet bounce harmlessly off of each other! Strife and Hampton get back to their feet and continue to stare each other down as the fans cheer!

Terra Skye: Neither one of them is giving an inch! You can tell how much this championship means to them! They're just so evenly matched though. But I believe in you Harry! You can do it!

Johnny Vegas: Well your boy might want that belt but from what I've heard, Strife just wants the money that comes along with it.

Boy: STOP PLAYING CHAOTIC NEUTRALS! YOU'RE JUST BEING AN ASSHOLE!

Dominick Strife nods, the two slap hands in respect, and Strife holds his hand up for another test of strength. Hampton looks to the crowd, shrugs, smiles, and raises his hand up... only to be caught off-guard by Dominick Strife, who locks in a headlock. A few fans boo at the deception, but the match quickly begins picking up steam, as Hampton shoots Strife off of him and into the ropes. Strife rebounds and baseball slides under Hampton, tripping him up, and Strife leaps onto the prone Hampton and locks in a headlock! Isla Burke cheers on the outside as the referee gets up close and personal with Harry Hampton, asking him if he wants to submit, as Harry begins struggling against the hold and stamping his feet. The Hampton supporters in attendance begin clapping in tune with Hampton's stomps, and Hampton uses the fan's fervor to get a surge of adrenaline, grabbing Strife and hauling him up and over, reversing the headlock into a pinning predicament! Strife barely has any time to react as the referee begins counting the fall!


One!!


Two!!

KICKOUT!!!

Johnny Vegas: The cheeky bastard nearly stole it!

Terra Skye: That's not stealing, that's winning! I don't think Harry thought he'd win the match with that, but look, Strife looks completely surprised, and in his haste to kick out he let go of the hold!

And as always Terra Skye makes the informed call! Strife gets up looking surprised and a little embarrassed that he almost let Hampton get the win with that unexpected maneuver! As both men get to their feet, Strife angrily walks towards Hampton and gives him a knife-edge chop right to the chest! The fans "WOOOOO!!!!" as the sound of Strife's hard chop reverberates around the venue! Hampton clutches his chest in pain and stumbles back, but after a few seconds, he nods, focuses, and hits Strife with a European Uppercut! The fans chant "AYE!" as now it's Strife that stumbles backwards! And Strife fires back with another knife-edge chop!

"WOOOOO!!!!"

And Hampton with another European Uppercut!



And Strife with one more knife-edge chop!

"WOOOOOO!!!!!!"

And Hampton with yet another European Uppercut!



The last European Uppercut is delivered with so much force that Dominick Strife is whipped around, his back towards Hampton... so Strife backflips and nails Hampton with the Pele Kick! Hampton is momentarily dazed, but brazenly rushes forward, attempting the Harry Cutter... and jumping right into a Ganmengiri Kick by Strife! Hampton goes down hard and looks to be momentarily knocked senseless as Strife goes for the win!


One!!


Two!!

And Harry Hampton kicks out!

Johnny Vegas: Looks like Hampton rushing into things nearly caused him to make one of the biggest mistakes of his life. Hint hint, Terra.

Terra Skye: If you had ever had even a single person in your life that loved you just because you were you and not because you were famous, maybe I'd care more about how you feel about Harry and I being engaged.

Boy: STOP SPLITTING THE PARTY! ENCOUNTERS ARE DESIGNED TO BE SOLVED AS A TEAM!

Strife hauls Hampton back up and nails him with a Side Thrust Kick to the stomach, doubling his opponent over. Strife runs the ropes and attempts a Scissors Kick onto Hampton... but Hampton manages to arch his body up and gets out of the way! With Strife now right in front of him, Hampton locks on a Half Nelson and transitions it into a Neckbreaker! The crowd cheers as Hampton gets a second wind and bounces off the ropes, catching Strife with a Lionsault!

Terra Skye: Get 'em Harry! Win it!

Johnny Vegas: See? BIASED!

Terra Skye: SHUT UP!

Hampton quickly grabs Strife and hauls him back up to his feet, putting him into position for a Powerbomb! Harry gets Strife up and lands a Buckle Bomb on Dominick Strife, powerbombing him into a corner of the ring! Strife lands hard but manages to use the ropes to stay on his feet! But Harry isn't done! Harry measures his opponent, charges in, and blasts Strife with The Harry Cutter, smashing into Strife with such hard impact that Harry himself tumbles out of the ring, over the top rope, somehow managing to land on his feet on the outside! Strife falls forward and goes to his back! Harry gets on top of the apron and signals for the end, blowing a kiss to Terra Skye! Harry Hampton goes to the top rope and executes the Terrasault... but Dominick Strife rolls out of the ring and out of harm's way! Once again, in an incredible display of pure athleticism, Harry Hampton manages to land on his feet! Seeing Strife outside the ring, Hampton runs forward for a Suicide Dive... right into a Forearm Shiver from Dominick Strife! Both men are down and out on the outside of the ring!

Johnny Vegas: Just when Hampton thinks he has all the answers, Strife changes the questions! Have fun French kissing a mouth full of broken teeth tonight, Terra!

Terra Skye: First of all, what Harry and I do in our personal lives is absolutely none of your damn business. And second of all, this match isn't over! Both competitors are down but not out. Strife has shown so much of what he's made of in the few Carnage bouts he's had, but Harry is just as resilient!

Boy: DON'T BE AFRAID TO JUMP OFF THE PLOT RAILROAD! IMPROVISATION LEADS TO UNFORGETTABLE MEMORIES!

With Isla Burke offering both encouragement and a helping hand, Dominick Strife is able to get Harry Hampton back in the ring! Strife leans against the ropes, gathering his wits and his resolve, and waits for Harry to get up! Harry slowly manages to get up to his feet, but when he turns around, a boot to the gut doubles him over! Strife leans into the ropes, rebounds, and nails Harry Hampton with a Scissors Kick! Strife quickly rolls Harry over and goes for the pin!


One!!


Two!!

NO!!!!!

Terra Skye: Harry's still in the match! You can do it Harry! I believe in you!

Johnny Vegas: PUKE.

Strife argues with the referee, but the match continues! Strife angrily slams the mat in frustration, then gets up, measuring his opponent. Once again Hampton manages to make it back up to his feet, but when he turns around, Strife comes firing at him with some Sweet Chin Music! But Harry ducks and goes under Strife's legs! Now behind his opponent, Hampton locks in on his opponent and nails Strife with the House Rules, his variation of the Ripcord Knee! Strife is struck so hard he stumbles back into the ropes, and on his return, Hampton grabs him up and blasts him with an Inverted Atomic Drop! The fans come unglued as Harry hits the ropes! Harry leaps up, executing his Boot to da Face finisher... while Dominick Strife catches him in midair with Sweet Chin Music! In a highlight reel moment, both men's feet manage to connect with each other's chins! Both men hit their finishes at the same time on each other! Both men go down and appear to be out! The referee begins counting as the fans begin chanting and cheering while Isla Burke begins pounding the mat to try and gather support for her childhood friend!

1!

2!!

3!!!

4!!!!

Johnny Vegas: Too bad they didn't kick each other's heads off.

5!!!!

6!!!!!!

Both men begin struggling to their feet!

7!!!!!!!

8!!!!!!!!

Terra Skye: Come on... Come on....

9!!!!!!!!!

And they do it! Both men manage to get back on their feet! The fans cheer uproariously as both Hampton and Strife beat the clock!

Terra Skye: Somehow, someway, both men found the will to survive! This match continues!

Boy: BE SURE YOUR PLAYERS ARE COMFORTABLE WITH YOUR PLANNED STORYLINES! FREE RPG CONSENT FORMS ARE AVAILABLE IF YOU SEARCH FOR THEM!

Both men warily approach each other in the center of the ring, and bump knuckles one more time in another mutual sign of respect. Strife measures his opponent, and hits Hampton with a knife-edge chop. Hampton stumbles back, clutching his chest, but bravely marches forward and blasts Strife with a European Uppercut. The two once again start exchanging blows as the crowd starts dueling "WOO!!!" and "AAAYE!" chants, with Isla Burke slapping the apron hard to help encourage her friend. Suddenly, Isla yells in pain, and begins clutching her arm.

Terra Skye: Oh no, I think Dominick's friend may have hurt herself!

Johnny Vegas: HERE! Let me kiss it and make it better!

Terra Skye: You're disgusting.

Both competitors and even the referee turn at the sound of distress. The referee heads over to Isla's side of the ring and leans his body through the middle rope, talking to Isla and asking her what's hurt and if she needs medical assistance. As the referee and Isla are talking, Harry Hampton looks on concerned... but suddenly he's turned around by Dominick Strife, who pokes him in the eye!

Terra Skye: What the hell?! That's illegal!

Johnny Vegas: If the ref didn't see it that means it didn't happen! Looks like Strife is finally smartening up to the game! Welcome to the big leagues, kid! Winning's winning, and all the cheers and boos won't mean a damn thing once you feel the weight of that gold around your waist!

Boy: STOP MICROMANAGING YOUR GAMES! TRY TO MAKE AN EPIC FANTASY OF MAGIC AND ADVENTURE, AND NOT A SPREADSHEET SIMULATOR!

A large majority of the fans are quiet in their confusion, but throughout the arena several boos are heard for Strife's underhanded maneuver. Isla Burke quickly points back to the action with her "injured" hand, and now several fans are booing her as well, as it appears that Burke is suddenly and mysteriously feeling a lot better.

Terra Skye: Wow.

Johnny Vegas: Smart girl... I LIKE IT!

As Harry instinctively holds his hands up to his face and rubs his poked eye, Strife capitalizes and nails him with a hard knife-edge chop! And another! And another! Hampton stumbles back into a corner of the ring! Strife leaps up at him, catching him with a Step-Up Knee Strike and combo'ing it with a bulldog! He falls on top of his opponent and goes for the win!


ONE!!!


TWO!!!!!!


NOT THE THREE!!!!!!!!!

Terra Skye: Harry's still in this match! He wants the title just that bad! Come on Harry!

Johnny Vegas: You can call it bravery, but I call it stupidity! He might be taking off years of his career in this match!

Strife audibly cries out in frustration, as does Isla Burke. Strife experiences a surge of adrenaline in his anger, and motions for Hampton to get up, even shouting at him.

Terra Skye: Come on Harry...

Harry Hampton finally gets to his feet, and when he does, Strife attempts to blast him with the Sweet Chin Music... but Harry ducks! With Strife's leg extended, Hampton catches Strife, hauls him up, and hits him with an Inverted Atomic Drop! Hampton then bounces off the ropes and manages to catch Strife with his Boot to Da Face finisher! Strife flips end over end and bounces hard on the mat! Harry rolls him over and blows a kiss to his fiancee, signaling for the end! Harry Hampton heads to the top rope and nails Dominick Strife with the Terrasault!

Harry summons up the last of his strength to drag Strife to the center of the ring and pins him!


ONE!!!!!!!!!!!


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


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



Terra Skye cheers in delight while Isla Burke shouts in dismay, as Harry Hampton weakly rolls off of Dominick Strife. The referee assists Hampton to a sitting position and drapes the Carnage CHAOS Championship across Harry's right shoulder, raising Harry's right arm as well, and Kelly Carmichael makes the official announcement of the new champion.

Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner: THE NEW, THE FIRST EVER, THE CARNAGE WRESTLING CHAOS CHAMPION... THE PRIDE OF EDINBURGH!!!!! HARRY!!!!!!!! HAMPTON!!!!!!!

Johnny Vegas: I can't believe it! The son of a bitch actually pulled it off! GOD DAMNIT! Now I'm never going to hear the end of it from you...

Terra Skye: He did it! He did it! Don't let anyone ever tell you that you can't live your dreams!

Johnny Vegas: You can't! This is a disgrace!

Terra Skye: I'm so proud of you Harry! We've got a new champion in Carnage Wrestling ladies and gentlemen! It's a guid day and a new era! Thanks for watching everyone!

Harry Hampton slowly gets to his feet, but experiences a surge of adrenaline as he realizes that he's now a champion, and he ascends to the top turnbuckle and raises his new belt high for all to see. The fans cheer in jubilation as "The Final Countdown" plays and fans throw both streamers and miniature Scottish flags into the ring in celebration.

Boy: WHO GIVETH MOTHERS DRAPES FOR THE DELIVERY OPTION?!

Johnny Vegas: OH MY GOD SHUT THE HELL UP!

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CHAOS 97 CREDITS:

Opening - Barbie

Opening Segment - Dustin/Ken

Segment - The Door Opens - Mia

Match 1 - Justin Case Vs. Johnny Love - Elijah

Segment - Not About You - Dustin/Jay/Jim/Jazzy

Segment - Pre-Match Dealings - Winter

Match 2 - Winter Vs. The Dragon Lady - Knox

Segment - About Damn Time - Ken/Barbie

Segment - The Old Days - Tweeder

Match 3 - Goode Vs. Levi - Knox

Segment - Plausible Deniability - Oliver

Segment - It’s About Time - Joe/Duane

Match 4 - JC Vs. Matthews - Matthews

Segment - All is Fair in War - Jim/Barbie

Segment - Beyond The Belle - Mia/Scott

Match 5 - Quinn Vs. Cortes - Mia

Segment - Greetings and Salutations… Now Die - Mia

Segment - The Main Event Speaks - Jay

Match 6 - Willis Vs. Knox - Knox

Segment - Promises… Promises - Jazzy

Segment - The Times they are a Changin - Jess

Match 7 - Ryan/Bane Vs. Leon/Fujihara - Oliver

Segment - Enter the Heartbreaker - Zen/Leon/Jess

Segment - Three Warnings… Three Chances - Mia

Match 8 - Strife Vs. Hampton - Oliver


Judges: Barbie
Commentary: Barbie, Knox, Elijah, Mia, Oliver, Chuck, Matthews

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**Credit to Chuck for the New Chaos Championship Belt! It looks AMAZING!**

**Also, Thank you to all of you for being so understanding about the lateness of this show. I don’t know how I’d deal with all of this without such a kind and wonderful group of people that support me and make leading this place a lot easier than it should be. Anyone who wants feedback, just message me and let me know and I’ll give you whatever I’ve gotten from those who send in feedback on RPs and my own personal feedback!**